Bombs Away!

No one in sight.

"Tim...?" It sounded like Sally, but it sounded like Bethesda too, and it came from upstairs.

Tim scrambled back up the stairs after the voice. "I'm here!"

Standing in the middle of the living room, a rather tall creature stared at him with midnight blue eyes that had absolutely no white at all. It spoke with exquisitely formed carmine red lips. "Tim, what's going on?"

Tim's jaw dropped. It was addressing him byname?"Uh... Do I know you?"

"I'm Sally." It blinked then frowned, the eyes narrowing. "No, I'm Bethesda." The frown deepened. The creature suddenly reached down and grasped its dick. "Oh my God... I'm Jack?" The creature lifted its hands and turned them over, as though seeing them for the first time. It swept a finger through the fur gracing its arms. Its fathomless eyes widened. "AndFrederick...?"

The creature wasall fourof them...? Tim's legs gave out, planting his ass on the carpet. How the hell hadthathappened?

It reached up and cupped its ample breasts. "What...?" It reached down and grabbed its dick again. "What the hell am I...?" Suddenly, it turned its back on Tim, revealing two black stripes running down the fur of its back paralleling its spine, and a short tail. It dashed down the hallway toward the bedroom. A shout loud enough to rattle the windows echoed through the house. "Holy fuck!"

Tim surmised that it had probably looked in the bedroom mirror. His breath hitched.I need to call Bertie!Actually, he needed to get out of there before it figured out that he'd had something to do with it. He rose to his feet on shaking knees.

With far beyond human speed, it ran back into the living room. "Tim, whatthefuckhappened to me?"

Terrified beyond capacity for rational thought, Tim still knew better than to admit that he had somehow caused...this. "I... I don't know."

The anthro-ferret stepped closer to loom head and shoulders over Tim with its fists planted on its curvy hips over him. "I think youdoknow."

Tim couldn't help but stare. Despite the fur elsewhere on its body, it had a magnificent set of tits and they were perfectly at eye-level. "Uh..."

It narrowed its eyes and spoke in a very Bethesda voice. "What equipment did you need to plant while I acted as your decoy, Tim?"

Tim's gaze shot up to the anthro-ferret's face and his eyes opened wide.Oh God... He'd completely forgotten that he'd told Bethesda. He stepped back on watery knees. "I didn't...! I didn't have time...!"

The anthro-ferret took a deep sniff, its eyes narrowing. "That definitely smells like a lie."

Tim blinked. It couldsmelllies?

The anthro-ferret lifted its head, and began to sniff. "Hm..." It wandered into the kitchen, clearly following its nose.

Ice-cold sweat spilled down his back. It was going to find the bomb! Unless the thing had disintegrated when it had gone off? Well, he could hope. Either way, it was definitely time to go. Tim edged back toward the front door.

"Tim?" The voice was silky soft, casual, and utterly frightening.

He froze where he stood. "Y-yes?"

"What did you put in my cabinet under the sink?"

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!Tim swallowed hard and seriously considered just plain bolting. "Uh..."

The anthro-ferret came back out of the kitchen. "Your scent is all over that cabinet."

Tim blinked and hope spilled through him. Did that mean that the bombhaddisintegrated? He cleared his throat. "I'm not sure what you mean. I did go in there to look for..." He winced. "I mean, I didn't realize thatyouwere..." He waved a hand in the anthro-ferret's general direction and his voice tightened to a whisper. "...Everybody."

The anthro-ferret leaned back on its heels and lifted its chin. "Hmm, the truth, but I still think you know something."

Tim skittered back a step. "I don't know anything! Honest!"

The anthro-ferret curled its lips in a smile that revealed pearly white fangs. "You know Tim, I am rather experienced in extracting answers from the unwilling." The dick between the anthro-ferret's legs began to harden to erection.

Tim felt every drop of blood drain from his face. He turned and bolted for the door. His collar was snagged from behind choking him to a halt. "Erk...!"

The anthro-ferret whispered next to his ear. "Leaving so soon? So sorry, but I just can't let you do that! Not when I have a brand-new cock that I simplymusttry out!"

Tim was hauled backwards, his heels dragging on the carpet. "No...! Wait...! Bethesda, please...!"

"Don't worry Tim. Despite the fact that you have obviously been averybad boy, I'll make damned sure you enjoy every moment!"

Heels scrabbling on the carpet and choking, Tim grabbed onto the ungodly muscular and somewhat furry wrists that held him to keep from strangling. "This isn't fair, Bethesda...!"

The anthro-ferret chuckled and kept dragging Tim along. "Sorry Tim, but I'm not Bethesda. Not anymore anyway."

"Then who the hell are you?"

The anthro-ferret stopped still for a full breath. "Good question." Completely ignoring Tim's continued struggling, the anthro-ferret started walking again, dragging Tim by the back of his collar into the depths of the house clearly heading for the master bedroom. "Hmm... I can't call myself Bethesda, and I'm not about to call myself Sally or Jack either, too plain, and Frederick is right out..." It's brows lifted. "Cinnabar, after the spice?" It frowned. "Attractive, yet gender-neural, and..." The anthro-ferret suddenly rolled its eyes. "Jack, you read too many comic books." It shrugged. "Still, it's a good name. I'll take it!" Cinnabar turned to give Tim a fanged smile. "Butyoucan call me Master!"

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Tim was tossed to land on his back on Sally's California king-sized bed. Her pale pink, satin duvet fluffed up around him.

Cinnabar leaned over him to fist the front of his pale blue, button-down shirt with both clawed hands.

Tim's mind emptied of all but the sight of the large, stiff, perfect nipple that hung only a finger's length from his lips.

Cinnabar yanked Tim's shirt open, spraying buttons all over the room, and baring his chest.

Tim gasped, simultaneously shocked, and affronted. "Hey! That was my favorite shirt!" Well, truthfully, it had been Sally's favorite, but that was beside the point!

Cinnabar smiled. "Guess you'll have to get a new one." The anthro-ferret grabbed him by one arm and flipped him over onto his belly.

Tim yelped and floundered in surprise.

Cinnabar snorted and hauled his shirt off his shoulders and halfway down his arms. "You call that struggling?" The anthro-ferret grabbed Tim's wrists in a punishing hold, and jerked them together.

"What?" Tim twisted to get a look over his shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?"

Cinnabar grinned, showing fangs. "What does it look like?" The anthro-ferret yanked his shirt further down, wound it around his wrists and forearms, then knotted it snugly at the small of his back.

Tim wrenched at his wrists, but the fabric held snugly. "The fuck...?"

Gripping him by the right shoulder, she pulled hard, rolling him over onto his back. Her fingers went to the buckle of his belt. Only a breath later, his pants were open and tugged halfway down his hips.

He wriggled in dismay. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?"

Cinnabar snorted. "I'll give you three guesses." The creature yanked, peeling his pants and jockeys past his half-hard cock and down below his knees.

He winced. This was going to make escape a bit more difficult, and embarrassing.

Cinnabar smacked him lightly on the thigh. "Stay there like a good boy, I'll be right back." The creature moved away from the bed and walked into Sally's bathroom.

Tim yanked harder on his arms, but the knotted shirt didn't even pop a stitch. "Damned Egyptian cotton..." Pants or no pants, he had to get out of there. He fell back on the bed so he could use his shoulders and heels to work his way to the edge of the bed. His feet went off the edge, then his knees, his feet brushing the floor. He was almost there... He started kicking furiously to get his pants all the way off.

A low and rather nasty chuckle erupted right in front of him. "And where do you think you're going?"

Tim closed his eyes and groaned in annoyance. He'd been so close...! He lifted his head to bitch out his captor, and caught sight of what was in Cinnabar's hand -- a broom and some clothesline. He frowned, confused. "What's with that stuff?"

Cinnabar grinned and shoved his knees wide. "Ever hear the term 'spreader-bar'?"

Tim frowned. "No."

The creature grinned. "Allow me to educate you." The broom was slid crosswise under his knees. Faster than humanly possible, Cinnabar looped the clothesline around his left leg only inches above his knee, then knotted it to the broom's handle. After twisting the slender rope around the broom handle, she looped the line around his right knee and tied it to the broom handle too, effectively binding his legs spread wide open.

The meaning of 'spreader-bar' made blatantly clear to him, Tim swallowed hard. "Oh."

"Now then..." Cinnabar grabbed Tim by his upper arm and hauled him up to sit on the edge of the bed. "What did you do to us, Tim?"

Tim's face was suddenly in frighteningly close proximity to a rather large and extremely rigid, uncircumcised cock. His first thought was that it was definitely bigger than his. His second was that it was leaking enough clear fluid from the tiny slit at the top to make it obvious that it was very happy to be in Tim's face. "Uh..."

In helpless fascination, his gaze followed a pearl of fluid sliding down the long shaft to a set of plump...lips. Rather than a set of balls at the base of its cock, it had what looked like a...pussy.

He blinked.Huh? Unable to help himself, he leaned in for a closer look and spotted a set of deep pink inner petals. It was definitely a pussy, and a rather wet and juicy one at that. Fluid was sliding down the creature's thighs. Despite the fact that the rigid shaft waving before his face possessed a flared purple head rising from its outer sheath with a slit for releasing fluids like a dick, it wasn't a dick at all. It was an extremely oversized clit. His mouth opened in surprise. "You're a girl!"

Cinnabar snorted. "Girl's don't' have dicks."

Tim looked up and shook his head with a smile. "That's not a dick, it's a clit. A big one, but that's definitely a clit."

The creature...no,shefrowned. "Are you absolutely sure?"

Tim nodded firmly. "Positive."

Cinnabar's brows lifted and she grasped the base of her cock. "Oh, then I don't supposed you mind sucking it?"

Tim's eyes opened wide. "Huh?"

With her free hand, Cinnabar grabbed the hair at back of Tim's head and pulled him forward. Her shaft slid past his parted lips and into his mouth.

Despite the fact that his mouth was full of what could only be described as a cock, the lightly salted, sweet-cream butter taste was unmistakable. The flavor was definitely female. However, there was a slight under-taste of something else too, something vaguely familiar. Curious, he stroked his tongue around the flared head, then sucked a bit to keep control of the saliva filling his mouth. Eating pussy always made him drool.

Cinnabar trembled then moaned deep and low. "God, that's good." She tightened her fingers in Tim's hair and bucked deeper into Tim's mouth, right to the back of Tim's throat, and then a bit further

Tim's throat closed involuntarily around the obstruction, he closed his eyes tight and struggled to keep from choking. At the same time, he couldn't help but notice that the under taste was getting stronger, and gaining a definite musky, metallic undertone.

She gasped and yanked her shaft from his mouth, trailing a thread of saliva from his lips. "Shit, I almost came!"

Tim fell back on the bed, coughing and gasping for breath. Abruptly, he felt a hand on his half-hard cock. "What...?" He lifted his head to get a look. The palm wrapped around him was warm and smooth, but the back of the hand was covered in short velvety fur and her fingertips had dark-tinted blunted claws. Eying the claws, his breath caught in his throat. If she squeezed just wrong, he was in for a world of really ugly pain.

Cinnabar stared down at the cock she held and licked her lips. "Nice..." She smiled, showing short fangs. She gave his cock a long slow pull to the flared edge of his cock-head, then downward to the base of his balls, then back up, and back down...

Tim choked. The constriction around his cock was extremely pleasant, too pleasant. He was getting really hard, really fast.

"Ready to talk?"

"Talk?" As if he could eventhinkwith her hand jerking his cock?

"No?" The anthro-ferret released his cock.

Time moaned with the loss.

Cinnabar leaned over Tim, her breasts swaying so close to him that her nipples brushed his chest. "Then I'll just have to be a bit more persuasive."

Truthfully, he didn't quite hear what she said. He was far too absorbed by the view of her nipples so close to his. His mouth watered.

She leaned down to press her full breasts against his chest, then swept them down his belly. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she sandwiched his exposed cock and squeezed. He pink tongue slipped past her lips and swept across the swiftly darkening head of his swelling cock.

Tim's cock filled to aching rigidity and his mind emptied, leaving only white buzzing euphoria where his brain had been. His breath exploded from him in a loud moan. God, he loved Sally's titty-fucks.

Except, this wasn't Sally.

That particular point was driven home by the sudden smile that came equipped with far too many sharp, pointy teeth less than a breath from the head of his dick. Of course, the clawed hand suddenly gripping the base of his cock rather tightly wasn't exactly comforting either.

Alarmed, Tim sucked in a sharp breath and froze.

"Now that I have your undivided attention..." She tilted her head to ever so gently graze the side of a fang against the head of his cock. "What did you do to us, Tim?"

Shivering with an odd mixture of excitement and terror, Tim spat out the first thing that came to mind. "I don't know!" It was sort of the truth. He knew that what had happened had something to do with theEro-Blasthe'd planted in Sally's kitchen, but he had no idea what had gone wrong.

Cinnabar leaned back, letting Tim's cock slide from between her breasts to stand by the side of the bed. "But you admit that you did have something to do with..." She waved her hand toward herself and smiled sourly. "This?"

Crap!Tim winced. "Look, honest to God, I didn't mean..." He nodded toward her. "Thatto happen."

"What exactly did you mean?"

He closed his eyes and sighed. "I just wanted Sally to love me." The L-word had just slipped past his lips, but a moment of thought made him realize that it was true. Hedidwant Sally's love, not just her body. He lifted his head and aimed a glare at the hovering anthro-ferret. "Only me-- nobody else."

Cinnabar frowned. "You're telling me you did this forlove?"

Tim shook his head against the duvet. "No.That..." He nodded at the anthro-ferret. "...Wasn't supposed to happen."

Cinnabar folded her arms across her impressive chest. "Okay, now fix it--us."

Tim shook his head and sighed. "I don't know how."

A snarl erupted from the fanged anthro-ferret. "What?"

Tim yelped and cringed back as far as his tied arms and bound knees would allow. "I don't! Honest to God, I don't know how! I'll have to ask my friend Bernie, he knows more about the bomb can do than I do! I couldn't even set it without his help!"

Cinnabar's blue eyes narrowed and a low liquid growl rumbled in her chest. "Bomb...?"

Tim closed his eyes and turned away. "TheEro-Blast. It's his company's invention. That's what did it. I have to get another one and get Bernie to set it for me."

"How long will that take?"

Tim looked up hopefully. "I have him on speed-dial?" He licked his lips. "The phone is in my pants."

Cinnabar picked up Tim's pants and fished through the pockets until she pulled out the slim, black Razor cell phone.

Tim nodded frantically. "That's it. Now if you'll just untie me...?"

Cinnabar hefted the phone in her hand then eyed Tim. "I'll let you make your call..." She smiled. "After your punishment."

Tim swallowed. "Punishment...?"

Cinnabar nodded slowly, her smile widening. "I'm gonna make damned sure you think twice before you ever try doing anything like this, ever again." She leaned to the right to open the drawer to the bedside table and pulled out a large tube of lube.

Tim's eyes opened wide in alarm. "I'm sorry, okay? Really, really sorry!"

The anthro-ferret opened the tube to squirt clear gel into her palm "Not as sorry as you're going to be." She began to stroke her very erect cock-like clit and licked her lips.

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Gripping the end of broom handle sticking out by Tim's knee, the tall and imposing anthro-ferret hauled the stick up then over, effectively rolling the man bound to it by his knees, over onto his stomach. "Oh, nice ass, Tim."

Tim's line of sight was abruptly limited to the far bedroom wall with its lace-draped window. However, he wasn't sure if it was better than watching Cinnabar greasing her prick, or worse.

A warm palm closed on his left butt cheek, and slick finger started circling the tight pucker of his anus.

Tim decided right then and there, that it was worse. Without being able to see what was coming, all of his senses were focused on that finger and one place he really,reallydidn't want to focus on. He hissed in a breath to keep from releasing a very unmanly whimper and twisted his hips in protest. Unfortunately, that was the sum total of all he could do. With the broomstick roped to his legs keeping them spread wide, he was completely exposed and at the anthro-ferret's questionable mercy.

The finger stopped at the very center of Tim's anus and pressed lightly. "Okay Tim, if you don't want this to hurt more than it needs to, push out against my finger."

Tim blinked at the wall. "Push out...?" With his anus?

The pressure against his anus increased. "Pushing out opens you. If you don't, it will hurt -- a lot, and possibly tear you."

Tim stiffened.Tear?! "Then don't do it!"

Cinnabar chuckled. "Sorry Tim, but I'm going in whether you like it or not." The pressure increased.

Tim's anus began to spread to admit the intrusion, and protested hotly, and sharply. Tim winced in pain and struggled not to panic. "This is rape!"

"Call it what you like, but I'm still going up your ass." She sounded disgusting cheerful. "How much it hurts is up to you."

The pain in his anus sharpened. A high and tight sound escaped Tim's throat. Desperate to stop the pain, he sucked in a breath and pushed out. His body opened and the pain abruptly stopped.

Cinnabar's finger sank into him to the knuckle. A low rumble purred from her. "Good boy."

Tim gasped in relief. Having her finger up his ass wasn't comfortable by any means, but the sharp, tearing pain was completely gone.

She wriggled her finger around, spreading slickness inside him. "Now, this isn't so awful, is it?"

Tim scowled into the duvet. "Yes, it is."

"Oh really? Then how about this?" Her finger pressed hard downward against something.

A hot electrical charge that was so pleasurable it was very nearly pain jolted his entire lower region, belly, balls, and cock then blazed up his spine. A choked cry exploded from his throat. His cock jumped to ferocious erection.