BTF - Treehouse Chapter Three - The Rehearsal Sunlight crept through Zach's window far earlier than he was prepared for it to, and no amount of tossing, turning, or burying his head under the pillow brought sleep back to him. He could smell coffee, too, so his mom was up. His head was foggy, still sleepy, and his head hurt. His mouth was unreasonably dry too, which made his tongue feel even more like sandpaper than usual against the roof of his mouth as he sat up in bed, finally yielding to the waking world. He rummaged for relatively clean clothes and found a pair of blue and black swim trunks, which he pulled on as well as an old tank top with a design made up of varying-size yellow dots screen printed onto it. He wandered out of his bedroom which opened into a tiny hallway.

“Hey, mom,” he said, grabbing a glass and filling it up, before taking a drink. He wrinkled his nose at the cloudy, strangely chemically-tasting water from the tap. He still wasn't used to the water, here.

“Good morning, sweetie,” his mom said as she kissed him on the top of the head, putting on a casual air. After last night, Zach wasn't buying it. “Get your dirty clothes in the hallway before you go out. Allen's going to the laundromat later."

“Alright. Can I have 5 bucks so me and the guys can go to the pool later?" he asked, abruptly. She seemed in good spirits, and might just be guilty enough to be willing to pay him off for being so loud last night.

“Five bucks? For the pool? It's seventy-five cents," she argued, “Which you -can- have if you promise to keep out of trouble.”

“It's a dollar twenty-five now. And I wanted to take the guys,” he said, a little disappointed. “They can't afford stuff like that. It's fine though,” he said, in his saddest, most downtrodden voice, “We were going to go to the library today and I was thinking maybe we could stop by the pool on the way there.” The library part was true this time, at least. His mother sighed.

“Go get my purse out of the closet. This is it for the whole week, got it?”

Too easy.

Zach showed up at the treehouse early, that morning. He'd brought one of his pop tarts from breakfast, too, with the expectation he'd find Belly sleeping there; which he did.

“Belly~, wake up~!” the cat sing-songed to his friend who was still out, curled up in the tarp on that old sofa. He waved the pop tart around in front of Belly's nose, and laughed when the opossum woke right up at that. “There you are!” Zach said. Belly reached out and took the pop tart, sitting up. He was ravenous, and dug in right away.

“Thanks, New Kid. Ugh, what time is it?” the opossum asked, as crumbs flew from his mouth while he chewed and talked simultaneously.

“Still pretty early. Coll-boy and Kellogg won't be up for a while probably,” Zach said, slumping in on the couch beside his friend. He caught an awkward fidget beside him, and shouldered Belly playfully. “You excited?”

“About what?” Belly asked. He knew what, but wanted Zach to actually say it.

“About making this stupid movie, dumbass!” Zach laughed, shoving his friend. Belly almost dropped the last bite of his poptart before shoving it into his mouth and chewing.

“Oh! Uh….yeah, I guess so,” Belly said awkwardly, scratching under an arm a little as he was still waking up. “I still gotta get Mikey's library card…”

“Oh. He was pretty drunk last night, right? Let's go, before he wakes up,” Zach said. Belly hesitated briefly, but he couldn't refuse. It was the best possible time.

“Alright, yeah,” he said. The two left the treehouse and hiked the short hike back to the still-quiet trailer park, creeping through the fence. Belly's trailer was basically just a rusty old RV trailer, with Mikey's piece of shit muscle car he loved parked outside. The screen door hung open, dangling from one hinge with the spring broken off and the main door stood wide-open. Zach wrinkled his nose as they approached, and Belly was the only one brave enough to enter. Zach was getting used to the trailer park, but this place was really hard to get used to. From just outside the door he could see ashtrays and bottles full of soggy cigarette butts littering the table, the place smelled like cockroaches and festering garbage, and it was so oppressively hot in there. No wonder Belly never spent time here, shitty parents aside; Zach wanted to leave as quickly as possible and he wasn't even inside. He stuck his head in the doorway reluctantly and watched, as Belly carefully slipped that nondescript blue card from Mikey's wallet, having found it in the elder opossum's jeans that laid on the floor. Mikey was asleep in the double bed at the back of the trailer with Belly's mom bundled in the blankets at the edge of the bed. Zach thought to himself that even Belly's mom looked like she didn't want to be near Mikey. A moment later, Zach moved back as Belly came out of their trailer, and once outside, Belly hocked a fat loogie through the open window of Mikey's stupid rust-bucket Chevy Nova as they walked past it, before they both ran off to Zach's trailer down the lane.

“You still hungry?" Zach asked Belly as he rummaged in the pantry and offered the opossum a banana, which was readily accepted.

“Always. Thanks, New Kid. Are you sure your parents are cool with me being over here when they aren't here?” Belly asked even as he peeled the banana and started eating. Zach scoffed.

“They're fine, dude. It's a banana,” he laughed. “C'mon, wanna see my room?” the cat asked, and, curious, Belly followed him across the little living room, and to the end of the hallway at the opposite end of the trailer from the master bedroom. Zach slid the pocket door open with a squeaky rattle and gestured inside.

“Cool, huh?” the cat asked, tugging Belly to follow him in before he slid the door shut with another squeaky rattle from the rollers. Belly looked around, a little dumbstruck. The new kid had his own room! And toys, and clothes, and even a few posters. Wait…

“Woah, is that a Nintendo?!” Belly remarked, seeing the game console hooked up to Zach's little black and white TV.

“Oh, yeah. Wanna play something?” Zach asked, giggling. “You should come over more instead of just hiding out in the treehouse all the time,” Zach said, turning the TV on and offering Belly the controller, and spent the next ten minutes teaching Belly how to play Mario.

Abruptly, Zach bumped his shoulder against Belly's as the cat was taking his turn with the single controller.

“Hey, Belly. I was, uh…thinking. You wanna like…practice before we have to make this movie? Like, maybe it'd be more convincing if we rehearsed.” Zach felt a flutter in his stomach even as he asked that, feeling a little bit of a thrill.

“Uh…Like, YEAH? Are you sure it's okay though?” Belly asked, looking a little unsure. Zach was already taking his shorts off, not bothering to strip his tank-top.

“Pfff, you're such a worrier. It'll be fine! It'll make it more believable,” the cat grinned, sitting on the edge of his bed with his legs spread. “Wanna see up close?” Zach asked, reaching down and pushing his labia apart, showing that bright pink skin between his outer folds. Belly forgot about the game immediately and crept closer to Zach.

“Dude, woah…” he said, eyes locked between the cat's thighs. It was a real pussy, up-close. The fact that it belonged to a friend was even better! He glanced up to Zach's face, and the cat grinned back at him.

“Give me your hand,” Zach said, reaching down, and Belly complied. The cat guided Belly's bare- skinned fingers to his pussy and wormed one side to side, smearing it in a bit of slickness before… “Push in, right…” he winced, briefly, before he found the mark and helped Belly sink his finger down to the second knuckle. Belly's eyes shot wide, as things suddenly got very, very real.

“Holy shit..!,” he said, stunned for a moment as he wiggled his finger and felt around inside Zach, who gave a few delighted squirms at the exploration and laughed. “It's warm,” the opossum said, unable to help but blush some as he dug his finger in further, realizing Zach was much deeper than he'd anticipated; not that he really knew what to expect. Zach bit his lower lip, giving a fidget of his hips that Belly noticed, and grinned. “Does that feel good?” the opossum asked as he glanced up to Zach's face.

“Ha! Yeah, man… You wanna stick your dick in?” Zach simply asked, as he looked into Belly's eyes. The look of stunned surprise and excitement made the cat laugh. “C'mon, Belly! Get it out, it'll be fun,” he said encouragingly. Belly looked a little awkward, but complied. He was already so hard it ached, and as he pulled the elastic on his shorts down to tuck beneath his balls, a string of precum drooled from his tip.

“Heh, dude, look how hard I am,” Belly grinned, flexing his boyhood and making the three-and-a-half- inch erection bob in the air. Zach laughed.

“Yeah, I've got a boner too,” he teased, using his fingers to gently coax the hood of his clit back and show off to Belly, before fidgeting a little. “C'mon, stick it in,” he encouraged, and reached down to grab Belly's slick, pink flesh that jutted out of his sheath. Belly gasped a little but was eager to comply, leaning in and fidgeting a little to get into position, while Zach helped aim. There was a slick smear, then a kiss, and a slow, opening yield around Belly's cock that swallowed him up inch after inch as the opossum stared down between them. The sights, smells…the sensations around his cock were all too much, and Belly shuddered before he even got halfway in.

“H-huhh, wait-f-f-fuck!” the opossum gasped, as Zach felt Belly's cock jerk suddenly as his friend shoved himself in to the hilt, and a hot, slimy spatter splashed hard off his inner-most depth followed by several other sharp squirts that spread warmth in the cat's belly. Zach positively squirmed at that sensation, laughing as the opossum squeezed tight against him while he rubbed Belly's shoulders.

“Aw, man! You didn't even do me!” Zach laughed, even as he watched Belly grit his teeth and ride out that orgasm, still throbbing hard as the cat squirmed and pleasured himself on the opossum's cock while he could. “Mmnh, it does feel good though, yeah…” he purred more softly.

“New Kid, that you? You seen Bell-holy shit!” he heard from outside, as Kelly's face appeared in his window. Zach jumped, as did Belly, stumbling back and popping his dick out of Zach unceremoniously, with an accompanying string of pearly-white spunk spattered onto Zach's pelvis.

“DUDE, knock?!” Zach laughed. Belly was humiliated, but laughing too as he pulled his shorts abruptly up to cover himself. Zach was not left with any such option and just grabbed his own crotch, trying to plug himself so Belly's cum didn't run out everywhere and mess up his fur.

“Woah! What the fu- hey! I'm coming in. Coll-boy!" Kelly called, "I found ‘em!” the rat shouted over his shoulder as he proceeded to climb straight into the bedroom through the open window.

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Moments later, Zach's tiny bedroom was crowded with the addition of the rat and raccoon, and Zach, still bottomless, laid back on his bed with a little giggle, still giddy and feeling Belly's load inside him as Belly sat on the floor, knock-kneed and huddling in to hide his still-prominent erection.

“What did it feel like?” Kelly was grilling Belly who was too busy laughing and blushing to effectively answer anything more than ‘warm, soft, and wet’. Colin was absolutely hazing them both.

“Pff, you guys really had to practice huh? You even gonna be able to get it up for our big shoot later, Belly?” Colin grilled. Belly laughed even more and nodded, but Colin wasn't convinced so easily. “Pfff. And you, New Kid. You gonna just be dripping all day now, or what?” his attention turned to Zach, who laughed even more.

“Duuuude, I can clean it out…but I'm not done yet," he mumbled, fidgeting with his hands between his legs, biting his lip as he squirmed. Colin grinned.

“Oh, yeah? Want some help? - Hey, Kellogg. Belly couldn't finish the job, you gonna help your battle- buddy out?" he teased. He didn't expect Kelly's response.

“Really?! Shit-yeah!” the rat said, and Zach laughed, as did Colin.

“Hurry up, my stepdad's only out doing laundry,” he said, not sure how long he'd be gone. “You wanna turn too?” he asked Colin as he scooted back to the edge of the bed and kept his thighs spread, using a finger still to plug himself up and keep from leaking as he waited for Kelly. The rat was hastily unfastening his BDU's and pulling the fly open as they talked.

“Hah! Sure, New Kid. Someone's gotta finish the job after all, I doubt either of these dorks can,” Colin punched Kelly in the shoulder playfully as he made room for the rat that was already climbing up between Zach's legs. Kelly scoffed.

“Watch me, bitch,” Kelly retorted playfully as he fished his slim, tapered penis out of his underwear, setting his tongue between his lips as he aimed himself up between Zach's thighs. Zach scooted forward, grinning and sticking his tongue out.

“Isn't it kinda' gay to stick your dick in your battle buddy, Kellogg?" Zach teased his rat friend, just as Kelly found his mark and started to push in. Kelly didn't answer right away, save for a faint huff of discontent at the insinuation from his nose; he was distracted by the warm, buttery-smooth sensation of Zach's pussy slipping over his erection, made extra-slick by Belly's load that he was pushing back up into the cat. He only spoke after his sheath was squished in against his friend's spread labia, compressed to a simple band around the base of his murine dick.

“Dude, don't make it weird,” Kelly grinned his trademark buck-toothed grin, before letting his eyes roll back in his head as he worked his hips side to side and then back and forth. Zach purred and rocked his hips lazily as well, finding a counter-point rhythm with the rat easily. Colin winked at Belly as he sat beside the opossum who was watching with the slightest hint of jealousy, and quietly reached up to pinch Kelly's asscheek, causing the rat to jump forward with an alarmed squeak. Zach gasped, as did Kelly, and the whole gang laughed.

“Quit screwing around, guys! Zach's stepdad is going to be back soon, you heard him," the raccoon grinned and reached up with a dexterous foot to plant on Kelly's ass, helpfully shoving him rhythmically forward. Belly joined in after a moment on the other rumpcheek, and Kelly soon got with the program, laughing as the others effectively drove him on.

"Alright, alright! Jeeze!" Kelly laughed as Zach grinned and leaned back, with a limber lift of his legs upward and showing himself off to the rat. Kelly was quick to take the offer, wrapping his hands around Zach's ankles for better handholds. “Dude, unh- hhh, this is great, fuck…ngh." he winced and squinted as he found better angles, and hit a spot that made Zach gasp. They both laughed, again.

“Yeah- right there,” Zach quickly said, encouraging his friend by bearing down, squeezing his cock as much as he could. “Belly, hfff…taking notes?” Zach giggled.

“Shut up,” Belly retorted, laughing and quite thankful that the other guys weren't there to witness his accident.

“Hey, your tail's curling up like a corkscrew, Kellogg,” Colin observed, just teasing his rat friend. Kelly wasn't responding now, though, just staring down at where he disappeared into the cat boy as he worked with more determination.

“Aw, he's gonna blow,” Zach said with a grin, “You're getting harder,” he commented to Kelly who gave a distant little grin, shuddering as Zach bore down again. A subtle, soft clap-plap-plap of Kelly's remarkably fat balls patting on Zach's ass built up as the rat's movements got shaky. “Hey, Kellogg. Hey!" Zach insisted, until Kelly looked him in the eye. "…do it inside,” Zach encouraged, his eyes locking on the rat's for a few long moments.

Kelly's mouth set in a breathless gape, frozen mid-panting as he shuddered and hilted himself; he didn't need to be told twice. Colin and Belly both cheered and laughed as they saw him tense and shove forward. They both shoved their feet against Kelly's ass and pushed him forward against Zach, who laughed. Kelly was well over the edge, shuddering as a hard spurt of slick, runny rat cum rushed up from his balls and out to mix with Belly's load inside the cat with considerably less force and volume than the older, larger boy's, but still coming in several distinct, excited pulses that sent jolts through Zach's tummy and made him shiver with delight.

“Haa-ungh! Ngh, haahfff, unf!" Kelly half-shouted, and the other kids all shushed him in unison.

“Dude, shut up! Someone's gonna hear,” Colin laughed, shaking his foot against the rat's ass to make his hips bounce against Zach's, who couldn't quite suppress the sweet little moan that rose from him. Kelly was nearly instantly over-sensitive, and yanked himself back abruptly with a wet, sucking noise, followed after a moment by a pearly trickle that Zach was quick to plug up with his finger.

“Agh, a little warning before you yank out like that,” the cat giggled, and Kelly apologized. Zach just grinned and played with himself, squirming. “Mmnff, that was fun. You still wanna go, Coll-boy? I'm kind of wrecked,” he laughed. Colin stood up and shouldered his way past Kelly playfully, tugging his elastic shorts down in front. Kelly scooted back and flopped on the floor beside Belly, and played paper-rock-scissors with the opossum for who got the next turn on Mario. As Colin approached, Zach rolled and hiked his butt in the air, getting his knees on the edge of the bed and showing off his thoroughly creamed muff to the raccoon.

“This okay?” Zach asked, “I'm kinda' sore from layin' funny,” he said, and Colin grinned, stepping up closer and patting Zach on the butt.

“Yeah, just keep yer tail out of my face,” the raccoon said with a grin, batting a hand at the cat's tail that was waving around in the air. Zach was a little thrilled; out of all of his friends, Colin was the one he'd thought about the most when he'd played with himself, and he couldn't help but look over his shoulder as Colin unsheathed his long, curved, pink cock and used his sheath as a sleeve to stroke his shaft a few times.

“…What the shit?! Woah, hold on, dude,” Zach was stunned at the novel shape of the raccoon, and rolled back over to get a better look. “Oh, no way, Coll-boy. Lay on your back.” Zach commanded with an eager giggle. Colin looked confused, but followed the cat's instruction, and then grunted a bit as Zach straddled him. Belly looked on, curious, as Kelly played Mario.

“Er, uh…okay, yeah, this works,” Colin laughed, leaning back and getting comfortable, using a hand to adjust his nuts and fix the elastic of his shorts before Zach got into position. The raccoon grunted a bit as Zach helped line him up and sunk down, the raccoon's toes flexing. “Mmn, yeah, ok; that really works,” he mumbled as Zach slid down and came up an inch short of Colin's root. Zach's tail was frazzled already, and the cat squirmed his hips side to side.

“You're big, but, -ah-, that CURVE is gnarly, Coll-boy!” he laughed, “Your non-existent girlfriend is going to friggin' love your dick,” he panted, grinning as he saw Colin's boosted confidence. Belly was quick to counter that.

“Pff, like Coll-boy can get a girlfriend! The only thing he attracts is flies,” the opossum cracked, and he and Kelly laughed as Colin wordlessly extended a middle finger both of their way. Zach giggled too, but was mostly bracing his hands on Colin's chest, riding the raccoon with concentration, working Colin's curved dick right into that sensitive spot inside him. He shuddered. Colin throbbed in response, which made Zach shudder again.

“Aw maaaan,” Zach panted, “I'm -mmnh- I'm totally gonna cream on you, dude,” Zach giggled, as Colin started working himself too. The raccoon panted quietly and rested his head on a hand as he gave gyrations and squirms of his hips, pumping here and there as Zach ground him to that spot inside him again and again.

“Told you guys he'd need me to finish it,” the raccoon said with a cocky grin, knowing fully well by now that he was about to get his own as well. He didn't even mind the warm, wet drooling of the others' seed down the base of his dick and balls, Zach's hot, cream-pied pussy felt way too good for him to give it a second thought. “Ah, woah, you -squeeze-,” Colin laughed, tensing and gritting his teeth a little as the cat trembled, fingers twiddling his clit as he rode the raccoon.

“Ah-y-yeah, I'm..mmnf, fuu-huuck," Zach uttered, tipping his head up a little as he worked himself faster with his hand, squirming and grinding hungrily against Colin who obliged with a few spirited pumps of his hips under the cat. Zach gasped, abruptly, and gave a trembling little mewl as his pussy fluttered and flexed, and he came around Colin, practically milking the raccoon with the strong convulsions of his intersexed climax, and making Colin groan out. The raccoon sawed a few more deep strokes of his dick into Zach as the cat shuddered and jerked atop him, before he nestled down until his cock bottomed out in the cat and, with a grunt, started to pulse with forceful shots of cum, pumping six healthy gouts of thick, slimy cum into Zach before he grunted and shuddered, easing back to the bed. A drenching mix of the cat's runny seed, mixed with raccoon, opossum and rat cum, oozed out of Zach's still-milking cunt around the raccoon's cockbase, washed out from deep within the cat by Colin's massive load.

“Awh, dude, whoa,” Colin gasped, panting hotly and still squirming his hips, savoring the still-throbbing intensity of his fading climax as Zach giggled and squirmed atop him still. “Hooooly shit, most awesome fuckin' jizz of my life,” he laughed, holding a hand up. “High five!" Zach immediately answered, and the smack of hand-to-hand resounded smartly in the bedroom.

Just before they all heard the sound of a car pulling up in front of the trailer.

“Shit, it's Allen!” the cat gasped, practically leaping off of Colin's lap and going to run interference, leaving the raccoon to deal with the cum-soaked mess of his own pubic fur as Zach grabbed his swim trunks and dove into the nearby bathroom, shutting the door behind himself. Colin looked down at himself and groaned.

“Aw, gross,” he sighed, looking around for any of Zach's dirty laundry to clean himself off on, and finding none. Belly snickered, as did Kelly, confident in their own perceived innocence.

“Better figure somethin' out, dude,” Belly said, still a little jealous that Colin was able to last so long, and even make Zach climax. He definitely wasn't going to help the raccoon at this point, it was too fun watching him panic. Kelly just kept playing Mario.

“Shut up, I …ugh, I got this,” Colin sighed before using a hand to just rub the cum into his fur so it wouldn't ruin his underwear too much, before yanking them and his shorts up just as he heard the front door of the trailer opening.

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