A New Friend
Awakening to the sound of a heavy gust of wind rustling the leaves overhead, Hammy the squirrel stirs, sitting up quickly with his eyes springing open.
"What was that?!" he panics, watching as a small green leaf lands on his little nose, "Was it you? It was!"
Hammy looks up in his tree and sees that many of the leaves are rustling in the breeze. His big, green eyes brighten as he looks down from his tree to see Vern taking his afternoon walk. In an instant, Hammy scurries down his tree and stops right in front of Vern.
"Hey!" says Hammy, his eyes wide and pupils small, "Do I get to gather today, huh, huh?" Hammy's energy is a bit much for Vern.
"Uh... Hammy, yeah. Why not go into the human area and see if you can scrounge anything up. I think I smelled something..."
"Sure, okay! I'll see ya!" Hammy says, rather quickly as he darts off through the hole in the hedge.
"...baking." Vern finishes, smiling to himself and shaking his head, continuing his walk.
Hammy sniffs at the air from a small tree, fruit surrounding him from treetop to ground, smelling the crisp, toasty warmth of cranberry muffins being freshly baked, cookies being left by windows to cool down, and the most delicious of all, a pumpkin pie, just pulled out of the oven.
"Oh, the sweet, sweet smell! I... I gotta get that! I need that! Everyone will love it and I can get it! Oh, Vern will be so happy, and RJ," Hammy gasps, breathing hard, biting his fingertips, "RJ will be so... so proud!"
Hammy darts down from the tree, tripping on apples, falling from branch to branch, shrieking and groaning, chattering his teeth in fear as he falls. With one misguided step, he falls away from the largest branch and slides down the bark of the tree, safely landing on the ground, face down.
Hammy shakes his head, rubbing his ears as he stands, dusting off his belly, "Wow... that was close! Something could have..." he is interrupted by a soft, rotten apple landing on him, forcing him right back down.
"I don't have time for this, Apple! I need to get food!" Hammy mumbles below the massive fruit, spitting dirt out of his mouth, scrambling to become free.
As Hammy pops out from beneath the rotten apple, he dusts off again and looks up before him. There is an apple pie on the ledge.
"I bet if I stood on that, it'd be so plush that I could just bounce right over the house and I could land right on that de-e-elicious pumpkin pie!" Hammy giggles as he climbs up the very same tree he fell off of.
With a mighty leap from the tree branches, he lands on the windowsill where the hot apple pie sits cooling.
"Oh, you smell good too! You don't mind if I have a taste, do you? Oh of course not. Don't worry, I won't eat all of you - just a nibble!" Hammy explains rather sympathetically. Just as he begins to take a bite, Hammy hears footsteps.
"I... oh no, oh no, oh no! Uh, okay... there!" Hammy darts into the humans' house, onto the kitchen counter, slipping and knocking himself into a cereal bowl, catching himself on the side of it, "Phew... that was a close..." Hammy tips the bowl over, becoming hidden beneath it.
A man enters the kitchen, but Hammy can't see him. He can hear the man's voice coming closer.
"I dunno, Marge. Don't think it's cool enough yet. Smells good though. Heh, I might take a piece now, though," the man says, plopping something near Hammy's hide-out bowl. It sounds like a heavy pile of leaves.
Platter-clashing and silverware jingles fill the air briefly, and soon the man's footsteps fade away slowly. Hammy peeks out from beneath his bowl and looks around.
"How very rude - he stole my pie! Well then I'll just take something of his and see how _he_likes i--what's that? My... you look so pretty!" Hammy says, looking down at what the man dropped.
A magazine lay near Hammy, entitled Barely Legal! Hustler Magazine. On the front cover is a human woman with lovely brown hair, standing in front of a silver pole. Her skin is fair and her smile is wide and friendly. Her clothes are missing and her body is slim, curvy in all the right places.
Hammy feels a strange tingling in his body and feels his loins begin to throb, burning with a strange desire. As he looks at the woman on the cover of the magazine, his green eyes widen and his fur stands on end.
"My, y-you are so lovely! Do you mind if I take you home? Of course you don't. I think you'd like my home. I like with a turtle, some opossums, a raccoon, some porcupines, and a skunk, and... well you'll meet them, come on!" Hammy says rather excitedly as he tears off the cover of the magazine, heading for the window, tripping over the apple pie and back onto the ground, landing face down yet again, while the magazine cover floats gently to the ground, covering him completely.
Shooting up from the ground, he takes his newly found friend up into the apple tree, back down the other side, through the hedge, and to Vern, who is still on his walk.
"Vern, Vern, Vernie, Vern!" Hammy calls as he quickly approaches the calm, slow turtle.
"What is it, Hammy?" Vern asks, concerned.
"I met someone!"
"Oh, did you? A new friend?"
"Well... a little more," Hammy says, blushing and lowering his ears as he presents Vern with the magazine page.
"Well, oh my... Hammy! You shouldn't have that around here. There are kids here... see... this is something that humans use to..."
"To marry and love and hold forever?"
"Uh... n-no..."
"The more I look at her, the funnier I feel. I feel warm and... and tingly... and..."
"And... Hammy? Look... Look down."
Hammy does as he's told, and sees his own shaft for the first time in a long time, "This? Yeah? What about it?"
"That's why you can't have that picture here."
"You mean... the pretty lady made me do that?" Hammy said, looking down at his member, poking it as precum leaks from the tip.
"Uh... wh-why don't you go take care of that in your tree... and I'll dispose of this for you," Vern says, taking the magazine cover, folding it gently and placing it neatly in his shell.
"It's kind of neat!" Hammy says, looking down at his leaking knob, poking the glimmering juices with his finger, pulling a string of cum away from him.
"Like I said, do that in your tree, okay?" Vern says, sighing and shaking his head, continuing on his walk.
As he was told, Hammy takes his obscenity to his tree. Looking down at it, he smiles and pets it.
"You're soft! I've never realized how smooth and soft you are! Well, you're a little wet, but maybe I can dry you off with more pets!" Hammy says, petting his cock.
With every stroke, Hammy realizes that his cock grows larger. He can't help but want to pet himself harder and faster. "Oh, you like when I do that? I can tell! The way you're making me feel so good about it makes me just wanna play with you even more!" Hammy shrieks, his little heart pounding as he strokes and pets faster. Soon, he wraps both hands around his large, throbbing, leaking cock and before he has a chance to even blink, he's masturbating at an insanely hyper speed. His heart races even faster as a strange urge in him takes over. He rubs himself faster and harder and soon, his cock spews hot, sticky seed all over his chest and groin fur, coating the tip of his dick in the thick cum.
"You've even got a little mess on you! Let me take care of that the way my good ol' Momma used to take care of me when I got messy!" Hammy leans over and licks the tip of his cock. He stops his stroking as his eyes widen at the sensation. He takes a moment and tastes the saltiness, yet sweetness of his seed. Hammy's tongue, wet and hot on his cock's flesh makes his body feel amazingly pleased.
Hammy continues rubbing and stroking furiously as he now starts to lick and suckle on his own cock. The urge to take himself in his mouth takes over as he feels his cock slowly growing, slipping down his throat as he forces himself to go down further.
Soon, the stroking stops, but the sucking becomes harder, faster, and violent. Hammy gags a little at the force of his cock's growth and girth, but the pleasure overpowers him. Mumbling and moaning over his actions, Hammy's cock spews more precum down his throat, where only more of his member's length follows.
Hammy rolls backward onto his back, resting his rear against the wall of his tree home, and sitting upside-down, he thrusts his hips, forcing his shaft to run into his teeth and bruise his shaft. The feel of pinching and puncture startle Hammy as his balls tap into his eyes constantly, but the pleasure of his sucking distracts him as he thrusts down his own throat even faster.
Oxygen is becoming precious, but Hammy's mind is fixated only on playing with his new friend. He smiles as he feels blood rushing to his head, but also to his cock as it throbs deep within his constricting throat. His little heart beats as fast as it can, forcing Hammy to crave oxygen.
His cheeks turn a light blue as Hammy gags to breathe, but all he can manage to do is suck his own cock faster and faster, until a strange feeling takes over his hips. His stomach tightens as his cock begins to throb, pulsating harder than it has been.
A warm, sweet splash of Hammy's own seed flows down his throat, lubricating his cock enough to slide out of his throat. Hammy swallows quickly and immediately takes a deep, refreshing breath, returning color to his face.
Hammy looks down to his still-hard cock, leaking cum and throbbing from the intense pleasure, a bruise forming on the shaft and tip, "That... that was so fun! Oh my goodness! I have to share this! I have to share you! That was really good, even better than foraging! Oh my goodness! Think maybe Stella would want... no, she's busy... how about... no, Vern's still walking. Oh, I know... RJ! RJ always wants to do exciting, fun, amazing things! Hehe, let's go see him!"
His heart still racing, and his fur still freshly coated in hot, drying cum and musk, Hammy zips away from his tree, speeding past Stella, spinning her multiple times.
"Hi, Stella, bye, Stella!" Hammy says, zipping past her, leaping over bushes and stones to get to RJ.
RJ the raccoon sits in his booster-seat with a scrap of paper and a pencil, drawing out plans for next season's hoarde of food - and even a special meal for his new family for this very night. The anniversary of his new friendships. As RJ checks off various items on his list, he stands from his seat and folds the list, setting it next to the large television, a gift from his new family, so he won't lose it.
Hammy suddenly appears in a blur next to RJ, babbling quickly and speaking very fast, "This is RJ, he's kind of the brains for when we need to find food, he's really good at what he does - does he do what I did?" Hammy's speech becomes much faster, "Idunno, Inever Asked,ButHe'sVerySmartAndVeryCleverAndHeCan ClimbLikeICanAndHe'sVeryWarm!!" Hammy takes a deep breath to continue, "Why yes his fur is very smooth,"
Hammy leans down to his cock and whispers, "I like to hug him when he's sleeping..."
"Hammy! What's gotten into..." RJ looks down at Hammy's crotch, seeing his raging hard-on.
"And he's so smart, did I mention he..."
"Hammy!" RJ says, frustrated that Hammy keeps talking and confused as to why Hammy is covered in cum.
"...and the time he saved us all from impend..."
"Hamilton!"
"See for yourself, Other Hammy!" Hammy says as he pushes RJ to his back, ramming his cock deeply into RJ's throat, pinning his ears to the ground.
RJ's sudden realization kicks in, Hammy's cock is in my mouth! He groans in pain and fear, "Mmgh! Murghf!"
Hammy's thrusting is far too fast and hard for RJ to comprehend. The huge grin and look of craze in Hammy's eyes tell RJ that he isn't going to give up any time soon.
RJ manages to scurry away and look sternly into Hammy's crazy eyes, "Hammy stop! Agck! This... this really hurts! This is crazy!"
"You're interrupting, RJ - that's rude!"
"Hammy, get... get a grip, man!" RJ screams, turning to walk away as his gut wrenches from having swallowed Hammy's cum.
"Hey! That's very rude! Stop interrupting my friend's fun! Get back over here! RJ, that's _so_rude!" Hammy scolds, racing to RJ's side in a flash, forcing RJ to his back once again, using his back legs to secure RJ's wrists to the ground, cramming his hard, throbbing cock deeply into RJ's ass.
RJ gasps as the large, painful cock stretches his anus wide open, spewing precum inside him, making him clench his muscles. Hammy's rapid thrusting makes it impossible for RJ to move his hips or even raise a leg to kick him away. All he can do now is try to talk Hammy out of this.
"Hammy, stop! This isn't right! It's painful and I don't want to do this! Get out... get off of me right now!" RJ scolds, leaning up and trying to push Hammy off.
"RJ, stop it! How would you like it if your new friend was told he couldn't have any fun, huh?"
"Hamilton, get off!"
"Stop being so rude!" Hammy screams, leaning forward and wrapping his paws around RJ's throat, squeezing tightly, "There, no more interruptions, Other Hammy - do as you please!"
Hammy thrusts deeply inside RJ's ass, feeling his walls clamp around his hot, stiff rod. He slams his cock deeper and harder inside of RJ, tightening his grip around the poor raccoon's neck with nearly every thrust, his thighs making like a powerhouse, forcing every single thrust.
Hammy picks up the pace as he cums, hard, deep within RJ's asshole. His cum froths, oozing out of RJ's ass and onto his own belly fur. He plows harder, giggling and grinning extra wide.
RJ struggles to breathe, thrashing beneath the anal and strangulation, his eyes roll upward. Every thrust RJ feels sends him further and further away from sanity and into a sleepy, light headed state.
RJ's stomach begins to feel full and hot. Hammy cums inside him again, this time pulling out and laying his rock hard shaft on RJ's belly, releasing his strangling grasp.
RJ gasps for air ravenously and greedily as he feels the hot, sticky mess pour out over his belly fur and drip down his thighs, and more disturbingly, gushing from his anus.
"Ha-Hammy... why?" RJ pants, sitting up slowly.
Hammy waves good-bye as he zips over a large boulder, smiling as he races back to his tree for a much-needed snack and nap.
RJ's back is in pain, stinging from his tailbone to his neck. He looks down at the puddle of cum he's sitting in and frowns, placing his paws on his belly, grunting in pain. He feels around his neck where Hammy had grabbed him, reliving the strangling, the gagging, and the gasping.
Looking down, RJ saw that his own member was leaking as well, twitching. RJ though, no way... really?
Hammy's little legs carry him all the way back to his tree, zipping past Vern, who had removed his shell.
Hammy stops, his tiny heart racing with adrenaline as his fur mats and knots in various places, the cum drying and clinging to his fur.
"H-h-hi Vernie!" Hammy says, waving his paw rapidly, more hyper than usual, ignoring the throbbing all over his body and the precum still leaking from his shaft.
Vern, his back to Hammy while he slowly and calmly runs a sponge over his green, reptilian flesh, turns to greet Hammy.
"Oh, hello Ham... oh dear." Vern sees a crazed look in Hammy's eyes. Observing Hammy's shaking, cum-covered body, he could tell immediately what had happened. "Oh... Hammy... My, I...I love what you've done with your... um...your fur. It's so... soft looking," Vern says, his eyes wide and afraid - knowing very well what might be about to happen.
Vern backs away slowly toward his shell, looking over Hammy's insanely soaked body. His gaze drifted lower and noticed Hammy's bulging cock oozing precum at his feet. Oh my... that look... and... his unmentionables... he's going to try and... Vern gulps, his green cheeks turning pale. Hammy smiles and giggles as he notices Vern's flaccid manhood between his knobby little knees.
"You have a friend, too! We need to set up a playdate!" Hammy shouts, his voice laced with insanity.
"H-hammy... why don't we um... plan it for another..."
"No! Let's play now!" Hammy says as he lunges toward Vern, making him trip over his shell and onto his back.
"Hammy! No! Let's just um... let's go and count your nut collection, huh? Won't that be...f-f-fun?" Vern says, his little heart beating in fear.
"Why doesn't anyone want Little Hammy to play?! He just wants to play with Little Vern! See how excited he is?" Hammy shouts, thrusting forth his massive, shining, wet cock, oozing from the knob onto Vern's left knee. Vern watches in terror as Hammy strokes his 'friend' rapidly, his tongue hanging out if his mouth as he moans sensually and overwhelmingly.
"H-hammy... now... let's just rationalize..."
"No! It's play time!"
"Hammy, what you're doing is... it's wrong!" "Wrong?" Hammy says, stopping his masturbation on a dime, "Y-you think it's wrong... to play with friends and let them have fun? How could you, Vern?! I thought you... I thought you... understood!" Hammy's eyes well up with tears as his cheeks puff angrily.
Vern feels a tight knot form in his stomach as he gulps in fear once more, soon scrambling to his feet, turning to grab his shell.
Hammy zips over to Vern before he can grab his shell, spinning him about-face. Hammy giggles with madness as he gropes and paws at Vern's reptilian member, trying to make it erect with only slight avail.
"Hammy! Stop this! That's not appropriate at all! Let go! S-stop!" Vern panics, scrambling to get away from Hammy.
Hammy's grip is a little strong, causing Vern's eyes to water. Vern begins to sob only lightly, feeling shame and embarrassment. Finally, from scrambling and squirming about, Vern is finally able to get his half-chubbed member free of Hammy's rough grasp.
"S-stop! Get back here! I wanna meet your friend! I want your Little Vern to meet Little Hammy! Vernie, Vernie buddy!" Hammy says rather quickly, his eye twitching as a blob of cum drips from his ear to his eyelid.
"Hammy, this is extremely inappropriate, and I'll have none of this. I'll need to have a talk with RJ about..."
Hammy shrieks and pounces, landing on Vern and tackling him to the ground, rolling in the dirt and landing in the puddle where Vern was bathing.
Hammy's paws press firmly against the back of Vern's skull, pressing his face into the mildly dirty puddle. Hammy's massive cock pulsates as he nestles it firmly between Vern's ass cheeks, rubbing and stroking up and down, causing Vern to gag with shock and embarrassment.
"It's not fair! My friend only wants to play, Vern! Why do you have to be so... so rude!" When RJ came, you eventually let him stay with us... I want the same for Little Hammy! He's a good guy!" Hammy screams, rubbing his shaft faster and harder between Vern's cheeks.
Vern's face is pressed firmly against the ground, making him unable to speak.
"All I want is for him to feel welcome!" Hammy thrusts his cock deeply inside Vern's tailhole, causing Vern to shriek and groan in pain.
The poor turtle below the hyper, mad squirrel squirmed with agony and fear, clawing at the dirt to try and get away, barely able to move under the force of Hammy's insane adrenaline rush.
Vern can only feel a sharp, deep penetration filling and pulling out of his ass too fast to fathom. Listening to Hammy's rapid breathing and incoherent mumbling, Vern can only try and claw his timid little body out from beneath the squirrel, but with no luck.
Hammy thrusts his cock faster and harder into the turtle, the cum from his fur splashing onto Vern's back and spraying copious amounts of precum into his asshole.
"Hammy...p-please!" Vern mumbles from the dirt.
Hammy thrusts harder, striding over the turtle's rear by standing on Vern's ass, his little squirrel feet helping to spread apart the thick reptilian rear.
Hammy's little body pushes its limits - he pounds and thrusts as hard and as fast as he can, breaking a sweat and releasing a stronger musk, coated in the scent of dried cum and exhaustion.
Vern claws at the dirt, moaning in pain as Hammy gives one final thrust, cumming viciously into Vern's tight hole, his juices leaking out onto the dirt below, adding another badge to Hammy's collection in his fur.
"There. Now... next time, give some thought before you say something mean," Hammy pants, his tongue weak and his throat dry, "you really... hurt Little Hammy's feelings."
Vern lays in shock, his ass gaping and leaking Hammy's cum. He hears Hammy's voice trailing away as he slowly sits up, feeling the hot seed pour from his hole.
Vern sadly makes his way back to his shell, dragging it back to the puddle... sobbing, he sits in the puddle, trying as he might to wash away the dirtiness that surrounds him as a tear falls silently down his dirty cheek.