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The dormouse known as Pitaff enters the bedroom of his good friend, Jeramiah Chase; the spotted cuntboi bunny and proprietor of the Intersex Café. He had decided to pay the bunny a visit as he was bored with little else to do, and Jeri never seemed to mind visitors, even when entertaining others. "Hello there!" He greets and waves.

Jeri looks up from his bed and smiles. The spotted bunny was naked like always when not at work, "Heyas." He replies seeing the dormouse enter.

Pitaff takes a seat on a wooden chair, across from the bed as he asks, "How's it going?" as he admires the cute bunny's naked body, having a good glimpse of the slit between his legs, from where he sits.

The bunny stretches some as he sits up, not being the least bit self conscious as one leg hangs off the side of his bed, keeping his sex in plain view for his friend to see. "Going well" He says as he smiles to the dormouse.

"That's good to hear!" Pitaff smiles "It's always fun when I happen to catch you around; you're rather fun to talk to." He says, trying not to stare at the bunny, though not to hard.

"Oh?" Jeri asks as he cocks his head curiously to the side.

"Yup!" Pitaff replies with a wide smile. "There are remarkably few people on here that you can just have a decent conversation with, without it having to lead to sex with."

Jeramiah chuckles and grins teasingly "You sure you're talking to the right bunny?"

Pitaff smirks back at that, the chubby dormouse shrugging a bit. "Heh, true. But at least there's normally some fun conversation before the sex starts. Normally."

Jeramiah simply chuckles softly, not adding anything to that at the moment as he knows it true, normally conversations could be fun; abnormally there was non and it went straight to putting Pit's tab A into his own Slot B.

Pitaff hmms softly after a moment and comments. "I've been having a bit of a problem between myself and a Rhino... Maybe a bit of outsider view can help."

"Oh? Is that really why you came here? Just want one of my hare-brained ideas?" Jeramiah asks with a playful grin.

Pitaff pages, "Heh, not really. But while I'm here I might as well. It's been happening to often lately... No matter what I do I keep dropping, but the rhino is immovable..."

"Well there's your problem." Jeri replies, trying to imitate Adam Savage from Mythbusters.

"And where's my problem now?" Pitaff hmphs softly, as the bunny seems to have it all figured out.

Jeri smirks softly. "Mouse vs. Rhino? Obviously the mouse needs to be made into something more formidable..." The bunny says and pokes his tongue out at Pitaff.

"Bah, speciesism at it's finest! I'll have you know that this mouse is most formidable!" Pitaff says and puffs his chest out to prove his belief.

"That's apparently not what he thinks." Jeri teases.

Pitaff huffs, and flexes in a rather non-impressive manner. "Are you suggesting that this couldn't take on a rhino?"

Jeramiah smirks and replies honestly. "I'm suggesting it couldn't take on a lady bug."

Pitaff snorts, and then raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, well, it's not like you could handle yourself if you didn't have that fox demon thing locked away in you."

Jeramiah gives Pitaff a wide grin at the dormouse's comment, as he's just asked for this as he leaves that door just WIDE open. Jeri grabs a blue hand towel that is lying besides his bed; he ties it around his head as a bandana. He grins as wide as he can to the dormouse and gives him thumbs up "BELIEVE IT!"

Pitaff blinks once. He opens his mouth, and then closes it. He blinks again. "I... I think I just lost respect for you? And also myself, possibly?" He hesitates, and then nods. "Yeah, respect lost."

Jeramiah grins "Yeah, I know... Even I feel dirty for that; but damn if you didn't leave that just so wide open that I couldn't resist..." He replies honestly, as he takes the towel off his head.

Pitaff shakes his head. "I shall remember to always watch my words more closely around rabbits from now on."

Jeramiah chuckles "When people leave doors that wide open, I just never can resist. You're practically asking for a joke or smart ass comment in those times."

Pitaff nods. "Fine, fine. From now on, I shall guarantee that all of my sentences are completely free of potential puns. This mouse will be all serious business from this day forth!"

Jeramiah shakes his head. "You're doing it again, only this time I could open a can of memes on your ass..." He chuckles."

Pitaff recoils in mock terror, gasping as he gets up out of his chair. "No, not memes, anything but memes! It's impossible to get those out of the tail fur!"

Jeramiah giggles loudly.

Pitaff hugs his large bushy tail to his chest protectively.

Jeramiah hmms "Since when do mice have bushy tails? I think we might need to fix that." He says as he gets up off of the bed, and from his side table he pulls out an old fashioned straight razor from a drawer. He looks it over before he flicks it open... Between the razor and his black hair having a few white streaks in it naturally, he looks like an infamous barber...

Pitaff blinks a few times, and then takes a few steps back. "Dormouse, dormouse! We get bushy tails!" He says with a bit of a panic before adding, "Also, you'd need to be in your fox form to get the full effect of the Sweeny 'Todd' pun!"

Jeramiah chuckles softly "True and it would be more fitting seeing as he was a 'demon' barber... Though you sure you want to take it that far?"

Pitaff keeps backing off, clutching his tail protectively. "Er, I'd rather not take it anywhere if possible... I'm quite fond of this tail! Besides, normal mice are boring!"

"Ah but you could still take it with you, I guarantee!" Jeri says with a grin as he slowly walks closer brandishing the razor haphazardly, yet seems natural with it. It'd make such a nice stole, maybe give it to a pretty little girl to remember you by, or if you lean that way, a guy." He says with a bit of a song at the end, because after all, what is a Sweeney Todd imitation without a bit of song?

Pitaff swallows a bit, "Ah, yes, but uh... you know, stoles are hard to wrap around your tail, and in this cold winter weather, I need something covering all those veins that are close to the surface, er..." He says trying to talk his way out of it.

"Which is why, we take it all and with a bit of preparation you have one less area to get cold and a brand new scarf to keep you warm!" He says with laugh and a bit of a manic smile. "You still keep it with you and can be fond of it. Course afterward you might look more like a hamster..." He says pausing to ponder that for a moment.

Pitaff yelps a bit. "Wait, you mean actually cut it off now!? I thought we were just shaving it! Uh... not that that would've been fine, either, but, you know, I really, really don't want to look like a hamster." The mouse backs up into the wall behind him and eeps. "Cause I mean... really, a hamster? Can you think of anything less threatening?"

Jeramiah chuckles softly, as the question breaks him out of his pondering, since Pitaff once again leave a door open for him. "Dormouse?" He asks in return with a wide grin, going back to the topic that started this, as he walks closer.

Pitaff chuckles nervously as Jeramiah close in on him. "Eh, eheh, uh... good one, yeah, but, I really should be, umm..." He turns suddenly, and tries to bolt past the bunny, the pudgy mouse moving as quickly as his legs will carry him. "I refuse to be a hamster! Dormouse priiiiiiide!"

Jeramiah laughs and grins. "Its not Its major surgery... not like the hydraulic penis I suggested another friend of mine gets because of how he tires so quickly in bed with me..."

Pitaff stops abruptly, having just gotten past the bunny, and glances over his shoulder at Jeri, staring. His rump is right next to the bunny, his tail still wrapped around his front though. "Wait... a hydraulic penis? You're... you're really messed up, you know that?" He stammers a bit.

Jeramiah knew that would stop him in his tracks. He chuckles and takes a sweeping bow, twirling the razor with a bit of flourish. "Well of course, how nice of you to notice! I mean really, you expect someone with a sex demon's corruption hidden inside them to be well adjusted? And that's not even scratching the surface of my turbulent past before that..." He asks with a wide and almost creepy grin.

Pitaff slowly releases his tail, seeing that Jeramiah seems to have forgotten his previous desire to cut off his tail. "Well, yeah, a sex demon I guess... I didn't realize that demons specializing in sex had particular likes or dislikes for tails. I can see the whole penis thing, but..." He's relaxed a bit, and his tail is back to its normal position behind him, but he's still slightly on edge.

Jeramiah chuckles softly "I've got my own kinks and desires. I for one simply LOVE bushy tails..." He says with another grin as he straightens up, and cracks his neck before walking closer. "So many nice and wonderful little kinks, that get so wonderfully perverted beyond belief with a sex demon's corruption." It's almost odd how the bunny can go from cute and bratty to creepy and disturbing so quickly, yet doesn't seem a jarring change in the least...

Pitaff's sweating the slightest bit, as Jeri can tell from his scent. He tries to keep his discomfort from showing in his voice or face though as he speaks. "But if you like bushy tails, then why would you want to..." He pauses as dark thought suddenly dawns on him, then mutters, "Wait. Don't tell me you keep a collection of bushy tails or something creepy like that? I mean, that's just too..." He pauses, seeing Jeri's face. "Isn't it?"

Jeramiah mms softly as he takes notice of the sweating discomfort as he watches Pit. "Well, they are just the perfect thing for keeping warm, and as you said, winter's closing upon us." He replies as Pit questions why, though he honors Pitaff's request as he neither confirms nor denies the nightmarish thoughts that start to creep into the dormouse's mind as possible realization dawns.

Pitaff mouths a bit, not saying anything for a bit. Then, at length, he simply shakes his head, shivering the slightest bit. "Alright. Fine. You win the creepy scary competition... You're not making me a fricking hamster, though." He crosses his arms, the dormouse trying to look confident. As an afterthought, he adds, "Besides, my fur isn't even the right color! They're always ginger!"

Jeramiah laughs "That's what fur dye is for!" He says as he slides up next to the Dormouse, looking him in the eyes. Pit can tell by those deep ocean blue eyes, not red nor even purple, its still Jeri, the 'real' Jeri as some see it, in control. While Pitaff can still see the playfulness, that is part of the bunny's trademark, in Jeri's eyes, peering deeper, down past that; Almost like scouring the depth of the oceans that his eyes resemble, He can almost see the disturbed perversions and mental scars that lay beneath the surface, that he usually hides so well.

Pitaff goes very tense as Jeramiah steps up to him, his fur going up on end and his tail standing up and slightly out rigidly. He meets the bunny's eyes, and looks like he'd like to back away very much, but doesn't. His green eyes are wide and a bit glazed as he meets Jeri's gaze. Then, he gulps audibly, and mutters, "Uh... fur dye... right, um... but then what about the, uh, the..." He searches for more ways to ruin the plan for him, but it's very difficult with the bunny standing so close, and with him getting lost in those deceptively calm depths that are Jeri's eyes.

Jeramiah smiles as he strokes a hand down Pit's side, gentle and soft as he caresses Pitaff gently and lovingly. He watches those green eyes as they stare into his, how glazed over they are in fear. "You'll look so cute, and you'll help keep me warm." He says as his hand moves to between the dormouse's legs and rubs the masculine bulge he finds there.

Pitaff flinches away from Jeri's touch at first. However, after a moment, he presses himself back into it slightly. His big tail gives a slight flick, and he has to bite off a moan as Jeri's fingers wander down to that bulge. His member, Jeri feel, is already semi hard, and it jumps at his touch. He tries to look away, but finds he can't tear his gaze from those blue orbs. Finally, he stammers out, his voice raspy, "Cute? You, uh... do you have any of that, uh... that dye?"

Jeramiah mms softly, feeling Pitaff's member respond to his hand. Semi-hard. Fear always tied well with arousal. Fear of the unknown, fear of someone sexy. The mind's darkest fantasies usually came to play then, sometimes entertaining those thoughts it wouldn't normally. Like 'would being a hamster be so bad, if the sexy bunny finds me cute?' thoughts that lead into 'maybe that will let me sleep with him...' "It's not hard to obtain." He replies honestly and licks Pitaff's lips seductively as he strokes between his legs with gentle manipulations.

Pitaff squirms against Jeri's hand, his member slowly growing harder. He finally manages to close his eyes, scrunching his face up and biting his lip. Then, slowly, jerkily, he pulls away from Jeri. His hands ball into fists at his sides, and then he slowly turns around. He fiddles at his pants for a bit, and then tugs them down in the back, pulling his tail free from them and flagging it up over his brief-clad rump. His breathing is harsh and haggard now, and he simply whimpers out, "Just don't let me bleed out, alright? Otherwise, I won't be able to... you know..." He chuckles weakly.

Jeramiah mms softly as Pit squirm seeing his member harden more as it seems to take over more and more of Pit's thoughts. He can sense those mixes of fears and fantasies, almost taste them as he watches Pit pull his tail free for him. He flicks the razor open again, a simple swoosh as cuts the air doing so. He comes closer to the dormouse, placing the sharp edge against the underside of his tail, just about an inch or two down, enough to give him a little nub if he were to make the cut. He lets the cold metal tease the warm flesh as he kisses Pit's neck, and whispers in Pit's ear. "Are you sure of this?" He asks in a soft seductive tone as his other hand once again strokes between Pit's legs.

Pitaff jumps when he feels that blade touch his tail, and almost pulls away then and there. His fingers are already reaching for the button to his pants, but he stops as Jeri lean in and kiss him, the warmth seeming to quell the disturbance caused in his mind by that cool steel. He lets Jeri grope him for a short while; his underwear rather obviously bulged as he gasps out a breathless, humorless chuckle. "Sure? No, I'm not sure about this at all... never been less sure about anything in my life..." He closes his eyes again, and Jeri feels his member gives another squirm. He then flexes his tail slowly, feeling each muscle in it flex one time, before he lays it out flat. "Take it."

Jeri mms softly as he takes in Pit's scent, kissing his neck. His hand moves inside the dormouse's underwear and starts to strokes that eager little cock with silky soft furred hands. He shivers softly. He shivers as he gently pulls his hand away from Pit's crotch and strokes that wonderfully bushy tail, gently feeling the fur against his hand and seeming as aroused as Pit are, before he pulls it taught. But let's go for a second. "Not like this..." He muses and pulls out a rubber bit and places it against Pit's mouth sideways. "If we are going to do this, bite down. Because this might hurt a bit..." He whispers in Pit's ear.

Pitaff yelps in pain as Jeri tug on his tail, then gives his head a shake, trembling quite badly now. When he sees that bit, he hesitates; however, it only takes until Jeramiah's paw slips into his briefs for him to gasp and say, "Alright, alright..." He leans forward, and bites onto the bit, wrinkling his nose at the bitter, rubbery taste. His short, thick shaft strains against his fingers as he glances back over his shoulder at the bunny, finding Jeramiah's eyes, and then nodding a bit, showing that he's ready.

Jeramiah mms and smiles widely, it's as genuine as it is creepy, before he kisses Pit's nose. He takes old of Pit's tail again, not yanking it as he didn't mean to earlier. But holds it taught. "Make sure your biting as hard as you can, sexy." He churrs before he flicks his right hand, and there is a sharp pain, and a rush of warmth, a stickiness running down the back of Pit's legs, and a phantom pain. It only lasts for barely a moment, but to the dormouse it's so much longer, before it feels like an iron is pressed against Pit's ass. Searing pain, again only for a moment that lasts forever before it ebbs away.

Pitaff barely has time to bite down on the bit before his body goes rigid. A strangled scream rips past his nose, muffled by the bit. Sweat immediately breaks out all over him, as he screams and whimpers in agony. He's writhing painfully, Jeri's hand on his shaft the only thing keeping him from collapsing against the deck. He just has a chance to suck in a deep breath when the heat hits him. He coughs, simply letting out a pathetic mewl at that batch of pain. He's unable to do much more than that, his chest heaving and sweat coating him. He hasn't thought to spit out the bit, yet, but he can feel indentations that his teeth have left in the rubber.

Jeramiah smiles and always remains near always close, always stroking and praising. Telling Pit how wonderful he are, how cute and sexy he'll be. His hand playing over Pit's shaft, seeing if its still rock hard or if the pain shocked it into flaccidness... Always a 50/50 shot. Some their minds and bodies soak up the fear and pain and sends them into over drive, and others the pain is too strong kills the arousal. He kisses him softly and playfully either way. As he hugs Pit close to him, back to front.

Pitaff slowly begins winding down, his breath slowing. He whimpers some more, then finally is still. His eyes are clenched shut the entire time, a few tears leaking past his eyelids. Through it all, though, his cock is rock hard in the bunny's hand, throbbing in need. He doesn't make any motions to satisfy the thing; he's exhausted both mentally and physically from the ordeal. At length, he spits out the big, and begins breathing fully through his mouth. When he's finally able to speak, his voice is raw. "Did... did I just... let you convince me... to let you cut my tail off so I could... be a hamster?"

Jeramiah smiles and licks the de-tailed dormouse's cheeks, kissing the tears away as he keeps Pit close, hand stroking his rock hard cock so gently and lovingly as he nuzzles Pit close as he break down and begin to process the last few minutes. "Yes, it does seem that way, doesn't it?"

Pitaff blanches a bit, staring at Jeramiah for a few more minutes. Then, finally, he mutters, "Well... uh..." He tilts his head, and nuzzles back at Jeramiah. Jeramiah feel that his cheeks are burning, from shock, lingering pain, and humiliation. "Er... do I... how I look, then?" He gives that nub of a tail an experimental wiggle, wincing a bit at the sensation.

"Jeramiah can't help but giggle as Pit blanch and stare at him. He just seems to notice that he came from all that, his own thighs now wet and sticky. "You look cute, especially with how your cheeks light up." He says and strokes Pitaff's face.

Pitaff pants a bit more, seeming quite shocked about all of these developments. Finally, he shakes his head, and mutters, "Christ... I need to hang out with you less often..." He kicks his feet a bit, grimacing at the sticky feeling of blood in the fur on his legs. "And get washed up... and I guess find some dye." He pauses at that word, and then murmurs, "I'm actually changing species here. I'm actually going to..." He stops, and then nuzzles the bunny some more, looking a bit dazed.

Jeramiah giggles softly "Well, maybe those talks that lead to sex might be better in the long run, eh?" He teases calling back to the dormouse's very opening statement. He shakes his head a bit. "You're actually going to do what?" He asks curiously. "And maybe a shower together would be nice. Help get us cleaned up, and maybe take care of your tail in front." He teases and strokes Pitaff's cock teasingly.

Pitaff shakes his head weakly, muttering a bit. "I mean once I dye my fur, nobody's going to think I'm a mouse anymore. It's kind of weird." He sighs, but groans as Jeri keep working at him. Then, he finally stammers, "Don't be too offended, but I'd rather not have you handling anything on me that you refer to as a tail for a while... I'd rather not repeat history with that." He shudders at the thought.