Archive of Our Own

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"And in this part of the movie, I thought it this was really really funny when I found out, Mottley's actor dropped that prop on accident! They kept it in though! Personally, if you or Allan ever dropped something and I was filming a movie, I'd probably keep it in too! It would be a fun memory to share!"

Pim's chattering brought more life to his low lit room. On the bed beside him, his two coworkers were relaxing in different positions, Charlie on the left side of the bed with his legs sprawled out, and Allan keeping his knees together while resting his head on them, on the right.

"Mmhm." Charlie nodded. Pim had been talking endlessly for every scene of this film now. Charlie wasn't even that interested in what Pim had picked out for them to watch. A film about one of the greatest heroes of the Enchanted Forest, but adapted to be more child friendly?

Maybe Pim preferred less violent films, but Charlie knew himself. He would much rather see the blood and gore. Especially if it's about a historical genocide. He and Allan had both taken half of a THC gummy, six hundred milligrams in the split piece. It was hitting now, and he realized that the reason he'd not suggested to watch a different movie yet was because of the glowing high that was kindling in his brain. It felt good. He felt like he could endure anything long-form right now. And, Pim seemed pretty excited about showing this movie to them. Maybe he should return the favor - he's made Pim sit through a ton of long films before, after all.

"Are you okay, Charlie?" Pim asked casually, positioned on the end of his bed to be as close to the screen as possible. Charlie glanced over at Allan for a moment, seeing that their usually uptight coworker was just sort of leaning forward, mouth slightly open. Heh. Allan. Wait, what had Pim just asked? 'Is Allan okay?'

"He's fine." Charlie gave a nasally answer.

"No, I- Charlie, I asked if YOU were okay." Pim was looking a little bit more concerned now.

"Huh?"

"Ch- Uh- Are you good? You're kinda really worrying me now."

"Oh shit, yeah sorry. I'm high as fuck, man."

Pim genuinely hadn't noticed, "Oh! ...You don't smell like smoke."

"Oh, I didn't smoke. I took an edible."

"Like a brownie?!"

Charlie blinked slowly at how Pim was beaming with joy, "Why are you so excited?"

"Because brownies are yummyyyy! I'm happy you got to have a brownie, Charlie!"

"No- I took a gummy, dude." Charlie was realizing his words were starting to slur. He'd taken one hundred milligrams of this stuff before - the six hundred wasn't too bad. He was starting to feel really good now. Maybe he should take this stuff more often.

Pim placed his hands on this knees, sitting cross cross, "They turned THC into gummies?"

"...What? Pim, THC is normally in gummy form. What are you talking about?"

"Oh. I- I guess I've only heard about the pot brownie kind." Pim's excitement shifted to idle curiosity.

And Charlie tilted his head to the side. Pim had never had a THC gummy before? Why did he look so dejected and oblivious? He had seen the kind of drugs Pim was just doing on a whim at that alien party. Was that really his first time doing stuff like that? No, surely not. It took him a moment to realize he hadn't said anything in almost a minute. Thankfully, he didn't have to do much of the talking while Pim was here.

"Are you all gonna be safe going back home later?" Pim changed the topic politely, climbing closer to Charlie who was sitting properly in the bed as if he owned the place, wrapped up in the sheets.

"Yeah, I'm gonna walk Allan back; and then if anyone tries to fuck with me on my way home, they're probably gonna regret it. ...I'll beat 'em up!" Charlie swung an arm haphazardly, mumbling like a drunkard. Pim yelped lightly, dodging back away from Charlie's arm. "Right Allan?" Charlie turned to his left, elbowing Allan's side.

"Huh? Stop talk-ing to me." Allan lazily swatted Charlie's arm away. Despite the words of ire, his tone was non-combative.

"Dude, what? We're hanging out. I'm gonna talk to you."

"Oh. Right." Allan's eyes were beginning to cross slightly without his control, the buzz of the weed really beginning to mess with his ability to register his surroundings.

"Where did you think you were?" Charlie grinned in amusement.

"I don't know, I thought this was work for a second." Allan snickered to himself, and Charlie quickly followed up with a nasally giggle. The red critter's eye whites were so bloodshot now that it almost matched the color of the contour fluff around his face. Pim looked between the two of them, wearing that signature smile, but appearing rather out of the loop.

"Holy shiiiit. Allan is baked." Charlie wheezed through a laugh, turning back to Pim who looking up at them both with shiny and adoring eyes.

Did Pim want some of this stuff too?

This week had been a mess. A stressful job every single day. They couldn't catch a break. Though, regardless of their Sisyphean hell of making society smile, Charlie had finally stopped buying beer in attempt to quit using it to repress every little inconvenience. Though later that week, when a friend of his had suggested something called PaxStar, a THC distillate, a healthier alternative to smoking the stuff, Charlie knew he had to try it out at least once. He still deserved a break - just not the type that would become an addiction. And this break came in the shape of little gummy stars!

So far, he'd been pretty good at only using it only recreationally. Mostly on weekends, but sometimes after work.

Surely it would be safe for a little critter like Pim.

"Do you want one, Pim?"

Charlie watched his small friend perk up, sitting cross legged, "Um- a gummy?"

"Yeah. You're already here at home. You won't have to worry about walking back. Also we're here, so. You won't be alone."

Pim grabbed the remote, pausing the film on his TV, "Shouldn't there be like- what's it called, uh, a person who stays over the influence?"

"What the fuck are you- what are you saying?"

"Someone who's- uh- I don't know... I forgot the word."

"Pim, I am high as hell right now you cannot be making up new shit. What the hell is 'over the influence' - is that the movie with the raccoon and the tortoise?"

"No- what?" Pim gave a sincere yet confused smile. Whatever strain these gummies were, it was making Charlie behave extra silly. The last time he had smoked weed with Charlie was last month, and Charlie had all the supplies for it. Pim never found himself using drugs recreationally unless he had company, so he wasn't really the expert. But, if he knew anything, he knew that smoking weed usually made Charlie sleepy. Not... like this. Charlie usually acted this way when he was drunk, "I mean, the term for someone who isn't on drugs. I don't remember it. But, shouldn't I stay sober in case something happens?"

"What's gonna happen?" Charlie clapped his hands at every word. Pim decided even if he did answer in depth, he probably wouldn't get a coherent reply.

"I don't know. Like, an emergency?"

"We get high at my place all the time and I don't stay sober."

"Well- yeah, but, there's three of us right now. If I get high, and like, I don't know, the microwave explodes or something, who's going to know how to put the fire out?"

"Are you giving me math equations?"

"Charlie please." Pim pleaded meekly, trying his best not to show how funny this was to him, because he showed amusement, Charlie would start laughing hysterically too, "Please, lock in. For one second."

"I should have never taught you that phrase. You're usin' it against me."

"I'm not- Charlie- I'm saying, basically, if I am the one who needs to handle emergencies, shouldn't I stay sober?"

"What is your obsession with emergencies? Also, the term you're thinking of is 'designated driver', and you don't gotta drive us home. Dude- I have another gummy, just take half. Stop thinking about it. It'll be fine."

Pim had heard the horror stories of peer pressure from school. Was this what they had warned about?

Despite learning that drugs and alcohol were wrong, he would always come home to his mother smoking the cigarettes he'd been told were full of poison, and his father drinking the alcohol he'd been told killed people on the roads frequently. Should he just say no? It's not like he hadn't done drugs before, it just felt like if he did them now, something with his body might act up.

But, he was an adult now - he was responsible; and he could surely trust Allan and Charlie. They were both his reliable coworkers, and extremely good friends. Allan was very intelligent as well, so, if he thought it was okay to take half of an edible gummy tonight, maybe it really was okay.

Pim gave a sigh of defeat. The fact that his reservations were so easily pushed aside probably should have been taken into account, but right now he really just wanted to relax. "Okay." He gave in, "I'll try it. It's not too intense, right?"

"It's pretty smooth."

"I don't know what that means."

"It means- ugh you'll figure it out. It's basically like, it phases in and out instead of like, really hitting you hard. Like if someone threw a water balloon at you instead of a tennis ball."

"Oh." Pim nodded, despite really not understanding what any of that meant. Charlie seemed to know what he was talking about, though.

Pim waited, and watched Charlie dig into his sweatpants pocket beneath the sheets, pulling out a small plastic baggy with some sort of goo at the bottom of it. The bed bounced with his shifting movements, nearly knocking Pim over.

What was that? Leaning in, Pim squinted, his weight only causing his bed frame to squeak. That didn't look like a gummy.

What was he looking at? A packet of slime?

Charlie smacked his lips while staring groggily at the bag, "Oh. Uh- looks like it melted."

Pim watched Charlie snap open the bag regardless, "Is that bad?"

"Uh- nah it should probably be fine. It's the same stuff, so. You should probably still just need to take like, this much." Charlie pulled a small piece of the edible off of the bottom of the bag, tearing it messily in half.

Pim watched, an aura of uncertainty radiating off of him.

Charlie caught it, "Trust me." He reassured.

Pim gave an affirming nod. And so, he popped the deformed half of gummy into his mouth.

The flavor wasn't bad - but it was unnatural. It didn't taste like the fruit gummies he usually got from Meep General. Right when he was about to chew just a little bit more, the bitter sensation of the chemicals made him grimace.

"What?" Charlie watched him with half lidded eyes, "It's not gonna taste good. Don't like- savor it."

"Ehg-" Pim held the chewed bits in his cheek, reaching past Allan to grab his bottle of water from the nightstand, "I wahned to aste- eht." He really did his best to annunciate his response, but he didn't want to close his mouth and endure more of that acrid taste.

Normally, Allan would take great care in watching to see if Pim actually grabbed his own bottle and not one of theirs, but he was clearly too out of it to mind.

Pim noticed this. Just how strong were these gummies? He didn't know Allan's desire for order had an off switch. Grabbing the bottle closest to where he remembered sitting it down earlier, he unscrewed the cap and gulped it down. It was so good. Had water always tasted this good?

He wiped away the residual dribbles that had slipped down his chin, "I wanted to at least taste it first, because you were nice and gave it to me." He repeated himself clearly now.

"Dude, you're too good for this world." Charlie's reply was sincere, and he was clearly running low on energy.

Pim smiled, "Aw. That was nice."

"Come sit down next to me."

"Like- Right next to you?"

"Yuh."

Charlie wasn't usually this clingy, but Pim definitely didn't mind. Even brushing lightly against someone else nowadays was enough to give him pleasant goosebumps. He crawled closer to his friends' sides, sliding beneath the sheets of his own bed.

Now that he was actually tucked in, he realized that he hadn't really been in bed with another person in a long time. He'd had sleepovers decades ago, in middle school. The memories were blurry, and those 'friends' he made didn't ever want to come back to his house afterwards. It took Pim years to find out why; that his home wasn't exactly considered normal.

In his high school years, he'd overheard his popular peers discussing how they'd had girls over in their beds on the weekends. Pim had struggled to keep any of his old friends, despite being very cheerful and social. He never really considered trying to flirt with girls and get them to come over to his parent's house back then. He didn't want them to see the disaster that was his home life.

Even now, when he had his own place, he didn't really see it necessary to directly seek out women.

Was there something wrong with him? Had he just not developed properly like all the other boys back then?

His thigh brushed up against Charlie's, and his nerve ending stood straight up. He was so close. And Allan's hand laid idle against his. The contact was nice. It calmed his anxious thoughts.

He kind of didn't want them to go back home.

...Maybe they could all have a sleepover!

Or- was that too childish to dream of?

He relaxed back into the gap between his pillows and Charlie's side. Allan occupied one of the pillows while Charlie's back flattened the other two.

"Could I have a pillow, please?" Pim chirped with optimism, already attempting to pull one out from under the large yellow critter's weight.

"Yeah dude, it's your house." Charlie sat up, admiring how politely Pim always behaved even in his own home. He lifted his covered leg to launch the remote from the base of the bed where Pim had left it, up to himself. He shifted bit more to the right, lifting an arm up to let Pim have the space to lay down. Allan gave him a flat look as his hand brushed his shoulder.

"Sorry." Charlie attempted to lift his wrist to reposition his elbow, but Pim snuggled up to his side just as he did. Charlie could have sworn he felt his pacemaker stutter against the quickened rhythm of his heartbeat. Pim wasn't heavy at all - just soft and lightweight like a cat. He let his body go limp, allowing Pim to use his chest as a pillow.

This wasn't gay. It was just a normal thing guy friends did. He was sure somewhere in the Bible it said that.

He clicked play on the movie. Pim's bed was extremely comfortable. Instead of springs digging into his back, it felt like the bed was molding to match how his body was shaped.

Charlie was, for the first time in a long time, truly relaxed. He felt the muscles in his arms and legs slowly unwind like a melting non-newtonian fluid. He felt like he could fall asleep right here. He was happy he could share this moment with Pim, and he couldn't wait for the edible to hit his little friend. Out of everyone he could have given one of the two gummies to, he's glad it was-

...

His train of thought hit a rough patch, flying off course.

One of the two? Two edibles. He had two gummies in that bag.

He had pulled the melted mass apart earlier, but that wasn't half of a single gummy. That was just splitting two gummies in half. The amount he had given Pim was not half of a gummy star.

Half of a gummy star was six hundred milligrams. He and Allan were both much larger than Pim, and they were fucked up on this stuff. If- If he gave Pim double that dose-

Charlie's eyes bugged. If he had seriously messed this up, he had given Pim a total of like- one thousand milligrams.

No, no- that wasn't right. He wouldn't do that. He was way more careful with drugs- he would have remembered. He gave that third gummy to Glep right? Glep had asked for it.

But wait, no he ended up not giving it to him. Glep said he would just buy some that had a lower dose on his way home so he didn't green out.

Oh no.

He glanced down at the top of Pim's head.

Hell. Maybe it would be fine. Pim could handle that black goop he injected into his arm that one time, surely this wouldn't be that much of an issue.

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"Charlie. I think I'm- I think my mouth needs water. I can't feel my tongue."

Oh God. Charlie tensed. They were just at the climax of the film, and Pim was already behaving strangely. Charlie noticed immediately. His own high was simmering down, and Allan had finally started saying words that made full sentences again.

"You probably got cotton mouth, dude." Charlie looked over at Allan, "Can you hand Pim his water? ... Allan?"

"Hm?"

"Hand Pim his water?" Charlie repeated more clearly, waving his finger up and down at the nightstand. He received a nod, and Allan leaned to the left, grabbing the bottle he had last seen Pim sip from.

When Pim got ahold of the bottle, he unscrewed the cap and glugged the remaining half down.

"Wow. He is thirsty." Allan commented lazily.

Then Pim climbed on top of him, reaching at the nightstand clumsily like a rabid animal.

"Ah-" Allan produced a startled noise, but didn't push Pim away, "What, is he choking or something?" He watched Pim grab for another bottle - Charlie's this time.

"No, he's got cotton mouth." Charlie watched Pim uncap his bottle and chug it down as well, gulping like a fish that had been dropped back into a river. Small dribbles of water fell onto Allan's chest, beading off the red feathers and rolling down to the bed.

Allan blinked, slowly processing what Charlie had just told him, "What? What is wrong with him? He didn't even consume an eat-able. Is he sick?"

"No- I- uh-" Charlie stuttered, sighing in defeat, "I- I may have gave him a bit."

Allan made an expression towards Charlie as if the other man had just told him that there were a bomb hidden somewhere in this room, "....How much?"

"Okay- Can we talk about this like, in the bathroom or something?"

"Why the bathroom? Just answer my question."

Great, now this was gonna become a whole thing, "Dude, don't make a big deal out of this. I just need to talk to you in private!" Charlie hated when Allan got like this.

Pim stopped chugging the water, looking at Allan, then back at Charlie, eyes bloodshot. The lights were on, but no one was home.

"Why do you need to talk to me in private? This is Pim's house, why can't we talk in front of him? Did you give him an edible that he couldn't handle?"

"No, I- ugh, Allan-" Charlie put his hands up in a de-escalating way, "Just go to the bathroom. Wait for me there. And all will be explained soon enough."

After a brief moment of tense eye contact, Allan obeyed. He lifted himself up off of the bed, walking over past the small kitchen, and nearing the bathroom door. And since Pim's studio apartment was similar in layout to a large hotel room, he could do so while not breaking eye contact with Charlie.

"Weirdo." Charlie muttered to himself, before looking down and noticing Pim hadn't blinked in the time all of this had happened. Alright. He put on a comforting voice, but sounded more like he were speaking to a dog, "Hey, buddy, uh- Allan and I are gonna have a quick chat in the bathroom."

"Huh?" Pim looked around, smiling contentedly, but not even looking in Charlie's direction, "It's okay. Don't worry." His words were slow, and he clearly was trying not to giggle at something.

Charlie grit his teeth in a look of realization. Pim was SO fucked if he was like this before the hour thirty mark.

"Are you uh- are you... gonna be alright out here if we're not back for a bit?"

Pim hummed, leaning in against Charlie's white t-shirt, "Of couuurseee! You're my best friend ever!" He snuggled in, giving Charlie's wide frame a tight hug. His arms could barely reach around Charlie's belly.

The fur under Charlie's eyes stood up a smidge, his face warming up drastically. He knew that when someone was high, they tended to really speak their genuine mind. He never doubted Pim's care for him, but he also didn't realize it was entirely pure. Pim actually was just like that - high or not. Maybe now, it was just easier for him to feel this way without any anxiety accompanying it. Pim was such a sweet guy.

Realizing that his thoughts were quickly speeding down the platonic highway and getting too close to the romantic exit, he leaned apart from Pim's nuzzling. He couldn't be doing this right now.

Patting Pim on the back, Charlie situated him manually on the bed, making sure he was steady, "I love you too, brother."

Charlie swung his weight off of the mattress, landing on both socked paws, and giving a stretch. He looked back at Pim one more time before leaving, and saw that the bed bouncing had caused Pim to land face forward into the comforter sheets. He wasn't even moving to get up. Oops.

"Oh shit- uh-" Charlie stammered, lifting Pim back up with hardly any effort. Pim's dazed expression hadn't changed, "Alright. Sorry- uh- you just stay here. I'll be right back. Don't- uh- don't touch anything. Or- it's your place so, you can touch whatever, just be humble."

Pim nodded extremely slowly, before giggling when he realized how off his reaction time was.

"Okay." Charlie stumbled towards the bathroom, pushing past the door. It was rather small, so Allan sat on the side of the tub, and leaning forward while waiting on him.

"Okay." Charlie started, closing the door behind himself.

He sighed. What was he going to do? If this were just him and Pim, he'd probably stay the night and just watch over him, and never break the news that he had given him way too much. Then, they could just move on and Charlie wouldn't have to admit this embarrassing mistake to anyone. But, Allan was here. So maybe, just maybe, Hell still had it out for him, "Listen. I know this looks bad. But, he's a tough guy. He can handle it."

"I-I'm not concerned with the fact that he took an edible. He's a grown man, he can do what he wants. I'm concerned because if you gave him half of that edible, like the size we took, he'll probably have to go to the hospital!" Allan explained, not making any effort to keep his voice down.

Charlie's heart sank to his stomach. The hospital? Had he poisoned Pim? Could too much THC kill someone?

No, surely not. The worst it could do was make them violently ill, and he didn't mind driving Pim to the laundromat to pay to wash his clothes if Pim threw up on his own bed, "You don't know that. My uncle told me one time about his friend that ate a whole tray of weed brownies, and he was fine. Just sick."

"Charlie, I do not think Pim is going to die. I am worried that he may be sick! I don't want Pim to be sick. Is that not dire enough of a scenario for you?"

"I don't either! Listen- you cannot get mad at me if I tell you what actually happened, okay? But, like, if something bad does happen, and like, we do have to go to the hospital or something, ..." Charlie trailed off. His eye caught something on the side of the sink. Just a prescription bottle. He picked it up and spun it around in his hands while trying to think of a good way to word this. A way that didn't make him seem like a terrible friend, "... I accidentally sat on the gummies for an hour, and they melted in my pocket. I forgot there was two in there and not just one. I gave Pim half of the two merged gummies."

The silence that followed was so thick with tension that Charlie felt like the world would shatter around him if he moved.

Allan's pupils moved from Charlie's nose to the floor tiles, and his head hung low with realization, "Oh my God."

"It's not that bad, dude. He's just high right now, if he starts greening out-"

"Charlie. That's twelve-hundred milligrams of THC."

"What."

"That's twelve-hundred milligrams. Or more."

"I- ...Oh my God."

"That's what I was just say-ing."

"Ohhh my God, dude." This was a bad. Charlie held the prescription bottle he was fidgeting with up to his forehead in silent prayer.

"Charlie. You fucked up. Biggie time."

Charlie was about to conjure up some sort of excuse, but his thoughts were running dry, "I- oh my God." He literally couldn't think of anything else to say right now. What had he done?

"Also, why are you here when you are in heat?"

"WHAT." Charlie shouted unintentionally loud, genuinely not expecting the bombshell question.

Allan jolted at the sudden noise, covering the sides of his head, "Shut up. You are noisy."

"Sorry, man!" Charlie lowered his voice sarcastically, "You're the one that just asked me a really invasive question. And no, by the way. I'm not on my cycle; why would I be out of my house? Why are you asking this?"

"I am sorry, you're just holding heat suppressants. They look like mine, but blue-capped."

Charlie froze. Heat suppressants? This wasn't HIS bottle of pills. He looked down at the bottle:

'Pim Pimling, Omega Hormone 4S, to take twice daily from October eleventh through November first.'

Oh shit. His face ran hot. Had Pim not remembered to put these away? These were blue because they were pills for omegas - his and Allan's were red, for alphas. He hadn't even noticed what these were. How did Allan recognize it just by bottle shape?

He nearly dropped the container, quickly placing it back on the side of the sink, "These are Pim's." He uttered dryly.

"Hm. Weird. Must be leftover from last November. Aren't you supposed to dispose of those at Meep Pharmacy if you have leftovers?"

Charlie raised an eyebrow, "What? How do you know when his heats are?"

"I have the end of every critter's heat cycles listed on my work computer calendar. That way I can tell when we will be short staffed. Pim's is coming up."

Charlie felt a surge of embarrassment, "I did NOT give you permission for that, dude." Great. Allan knew when he was off work spending almost a whole month cumming nonstop in a fleshlight? He just had that knowledge? Well- maybe Allan just knew when he would be on his cycle - none of the details. His was next month, November, overlapping with Pim's-

"Wait, dude- What day is it?" Charlie started connecting dots in his mind.

"October thirteenth."

Those pills weren't out because they were old and needed to be disposed of. They were out because Pim was actively taking them.

"Fuck- is Pim in heat?" Charlie had to stop himself from yelling again.

Allan squinted, and a concerned look painted itself across his features, "What? Surely not. Why would he invite us over if that were the case?"

"We were gonna go to my place, remember? He just offered for us to come here last minute. Also, it's probably not that strong of a cycle. I couldn't even smell it on him. But-"

"The THC." Allan finished Charlie's point, looking struck by the realization.

"What if the THC affects him? Have you heard that too?"

"That some critters bodies alchemize THC into a sort of - enhancement drug?"

"Yeah."

"I mean, I have heard that. Yes. But, let us be wise. You may be other-thinking this." Allan started the sentence confidently, but clearly sounded unconvinced of his own reassurance, "Pim could not fall into that category. I am sure he has tried THC gummies before, and would be aware of this side effect by now."

"No, this was his first gummy."

"His... first one ever?"

"Yes." Charlie smacked his lips, dragging his fingers across his own face, pulling down his eyelids, "First one literally ever. Dude, if he IS one of those, I'm fucked. I'm fucked- Allan we have to stay here and watch him, right? This is all our fault-"

"All OUR fault? This is your fault! Don't rope me into this!"

"I was high! If you weren't high, you'd have known I gave some to him!"

"You offered ME the gummy after you had already taken one!"

"Yeah, and you shouldn't have taken it! You should have been the adult!"

"I'm only ten years older than you, and you're in your twenties! Don't act like I'm responsible for your mistakes!"

"I'm still growing as a person!"

"How is that my fault? How is any of this my fault?!"

"It's not, it's both of our faults!"

"That's bullshit Charlie, and you know it!"

The two went back and forth, arguing heatedly in the small space, and barely hearing when the first knock on the door happened.

But they heard the second one.

"Guys? Is- uh- Is everything alright in there? Are you ... having an argument in the bathroom?" Pim's words moved back and forth, muffled through the door, almost as if he were swaying on the other side.

Charlie turned towards the door. Pim was up and moving around. Maybe the effects weren't so bad after all, "Yeah- No, uh- sorry, Allan was just telling me something fucked up. So, I was reacting to it." He watched Allan shoot him a short look of disapproval.

"Uh- Okay. Um- I thought I heard my parents."

Silence. Allan and Charlie both gave each other a worried glance, before looking back at the door. Had they heard that right?

"What?" Allan attempted to collect more context.

"I- um, it's nothing." Pim mumbled faintly, sounding extremely out of it, "For some reason I think I just heard my mother and father. I'm a little bit dizzy. Uh-"

Shit. Charlie decided to drop the argument with Allan. He needed to stay here with Pim tonight, even if Allan wouldn't, "Your parents aren't here, dude. You're moved out in an apartment." He offered reassurance. Right, he had to be a trip sitter. If Pim started having a bad trip on this heavy of a dose, he'd never forgive himself, "Uh- I'm gonna open the door, so, step away from it."

"Why were you both in there?" Pim slurred mildly, allowing Charlie to crack open the door.

"Uh- Just talking about something-" Charlie was about to lie through his teeth, but a change in scent hit him like a wall.

Oh sweet fucking Lord.

It almost knocked him to his knees.

Sweet, fresh laundry, a hint of heavy spices. Like a scented candle that had been lit for too long. But, it was still natural at the same time, the tang of musk following the first waves of smell.

Charlie's cock throbbed in his pants so hard and sudden that it practically stung. He pulled his oversized shirt over his crotch, praying the tent wasn't obvious. Christ. Pim needed those suppressants bad. Maybe he had gotten up to come take them?

Charlie didn't know what he would have done if he hadn't had that short moment to prepare to smell pheromones this strong. He just didn't expect it to be so sudden of an issue. Pim's scent had gone from zero to one hundred at a mach five pace. Had it already been half an hour?

Pim looked confused, backing up and looking around to see what Charlie could be reacting to. The yellow critter subtly held his breath, pacing out into the foyer. He needed to crack open that window next to the bed - like, right now. This was like getting trapped in one of those fake smoke simulations - where the smoke they used smelled like cotton candy, but it was hijacking his stupid alpha brain and making him so horny he felt like he was about to cum in his pants uncontrollably. It was getting way too hot in here - screw the fake smoke scenario, this was like walking into a straight fire.
Could Pim not smell himself?!

Charlie rushed to the window, cracking it open slightly, trying not to act too suspicious. He didn't want to act like a freak around Pim in his own home, and especially not during such an intense high-

"Pim! Your pheromones are attacking me!" Allan announced shamelessly, startled as well by the sudden miasma of scent.

Charlie face palmed - fuck.

"Ah- Huhh? Oh- Oh no! I'm so sorry!" Pim's demeanor shifted to one of clear shock and humiliation, "I'll take my pills- I didn't know they would get like this! I'm so sorry!" He stammered over his apologies.

"Great Allan, way to make it fucking weird!" Charlie snapped, "Why the fuck would you even say anything?!" This was a major social faux pas. For both and alpha and an omega. Especially between platonic coworkers.

Allan rushed over to the window, inhaling anything that wasn't launching his sex drive into the stratosphere, "A-Are you kidding me? Don't act like this isn't killing you too! He deserves to know!"

Charlie hated to admit it, but Allan was right - at least this time. This was the valid reaction to being forcefully stimulated by pheromones. It felt invasive and suffocating.

"I'm not mad at him or anything!" Allan explained further, clearly looking a little ashamed over how wildly he had reacted.

They lowered their voices, not realizing how loud they were being.

"I know- I- I just didn't think it would be this bad- I thought all those rumors were exaggerations!" Charlie whispered harshly.

"How are people living out there like this?" Allan pressed his face against the window.

"Like what? Like a critter? We were born like this, man. This is why we have suppressants!"

"Uh- Could you hand me a glass of water for my pills?" Pim meekly stood in his bathroom doorway. Charlie felt his heart ache with guilt. God, this was unfortunate.

Poor Pim.

"I will get you one." Allan made effort to make up for his harsh earlier remark, padding onto the kitchen tile with max efficiency, "Which cabi-net are the cups in?"

"Top right above the cookbooks."

Allan efficiently grabbed a cup, filling it with water and delivering it straight to Pim.

"Thanks. Thank you, Allan. You're such a lovely friend. And Uh- if it's really that... b-bad you're allowed to leave. I am so sorry. I am really sorry. This is so embarrassing, I- I don't know what happened- I take my pills on time every day, I even have an alarm on my phone." Pim stuttered pathetically, distancing himself even further from his two suffering colleagues.

Charlie felt like his stomach was eating itself with guilt. He could just leave now. He could just keep that medical rumor, or fact, about omegas to himself. He could just avoid the blame and shift this all on a potential medication mishap.

"No. We have to stay. The edible Charlie gave you can intensify your hormones. He gave you too much. It is his gummy's fault. So, we is going to stay the night with you to watch you, and make sure you do not die." Allan detonated the landmine of information as if it were just a sprinkler during summer.

Charlie whale-eyed at Allan.

If murder were legal, he'd be burying a body tonight. Shit! Was nothing sacred?

He anxiously glanced down at Pim. He could see the hidden betrayal behind those eyes. It cut him deep. Especially because he knew Pim would probably just say something like-

"Oh. It's okay, Charlie. You couldn't have known." That. Exactly that.

Charlie sighed. He wished he had learned a lesson and become a more responsible and upstanding person.

Despite seeming rather taken aback, Pim did look greatly relieved. Pim considered the context. As long as the blame wasn't on him, or his inability to care for himself, he could handle this social situation. He reassured himself of that. It was all he could really do for himself right now. The world was spinning, and his memory felt as if it were only a few short seconds long. Losing control of himself like this was something he was already used to from his experiences smoking with Charlie. But, this time, he felt as if his body were fighting itself. This wasn't just a high, this was a mental war between arousal and lucidity. In his shorts, his crotch region was throbbing with increased sensitivity. His cock was overheating the space between his thighs. He needed those meds to kick in soon - like, right now.

"No dude, it's just- fuck, you trusted me. The thing is, you trusted me and I let you down. I gotta make up for that." Charlie continued, sounding sincere, "I gave you way too much. Like, what you're feeling now is probably gonna get crazy in a bit, and I think I should stay with you through it. Also you're not gonna goddamn die. Allan is being an insane person with that." He frowned.

"Call me insane one more time and I will not be stay-ing." Allan deflected.

"Dude. You know he can't get killed by this." Despite the frustration in his voice, Charlie was grateful for Allan deep down, "...Why are you staying? I thought this 'wasn't your fault?'"

"I am staying because I am worried about Pim. Is that so weird?"

"No. No, I guess not. Uh. Thanks, dude."

"Yeah! Thank you Allan!" Pim cheered, throwing his hands up in excitement and nearly falling over from the sudden movement.

"Woah woah woah!" Charlie rushed to Pim's side, catching the little critter before he tripped over his own stubby legs or something, "Take it easy right now. I'm gonna put you back in bed, and we can chill, alright?"
That smell. That intense smell was so distracting. It made Charlie instinctually inclined to protect Pim; he could feel it in his heart, and sense it in his soul. He needed to pull himself together.

When his hands touched Pim's side, he heard the tiny critter make a noise of delight. Fuck. Quickly, Charlie moved his hand up to Pim's arm. He didn't want to embarrass him even further, "Are you sure you're not mad at me?" Charlie asked, lifting Pim by the arms, and sitting the little critter down on the soft mattress.

"I am mad at you." Allan replied, uninvited. The sleight was clearly meant teasingly, but Charlie still glared.

"Fuck you, man." He wasn't asking Allan. He was asking the person that mattered.

"I'm not mad at you." Pim offered a loving smile, "I asked for it. The gummy." He looked so tired, his eyes barely being able to stay open.

Charlie just nodded, hating himself for enjoying the sight of Pim in such a vulnerable state, "You asked for a little bit. I gave you way too much."

"I know you would never intentionally hurt me, Charlie."

The corner of Charlie's mouth lifted slightly in overwhelming adoration. Pim trusted way too easily. Way too fucking easily. He sounded so cute with a slurred voice, too. Charlie gave a nasally exhale.

His mind wandered. Hypothetically, what if he were a bad person and had planned on taking advantage of how drugged up Pim was tonight? Would Pim just trust him through it all? Would Pim just... let him do anything he wanted as long as it was masked as care?

Oh, he prayed those thoughts were only intrusive. Those were bad. -- Saliva pooled in his mouth, and he swallowed. Was he about to drool? Fuck. Pim's scent was destroying him - it was going straight to his head. It was physically and mentally taxing on his body and sanity.

He was glad Allan had decided to stay. If not to save him from himself, to save Pim if he ... gave in.

He didn't like to think he'd ever resort to that level of depraved behavior, but-

No. No But. He had to prevent that at all costs. He never wanted to hurt Pim. He never wanted to act like a damn animal just because of how his body decided to function over a little bit of pheromones in the air. He shouldn't be thinking like this even if Pim was sober!
God, he was such a terrible person!

"Charlie?" Allan's voice snapped the large critter from his thoughts.

Looking back, he saw Allan had an eyebrow raised, "What?"

Allan lifted a hand, pointing at them both with a limp wrist.

When Charlie looked down, he realized that in the fog of his thoughts, and Pim leaning in to him, he had gotten into a position where Pim's legs were wrapped around his waist - and his crotch was right against Pim's rear. They were practically in 'stand and deliver' position.

He pulled away immediately, leaving Pim lying flat against the bed with his little legs hanging off the side.

Charlie stared at his own hands in disbelief, shocked that he'd let himself overpower Pim in such a way when Pim clearly couldn't fight back. Or, worse, DIDN'T want to fight back while under the influence.

With a look of concern, Allan sat on the bed next to Pim. He locked eyes with Charlie.

They were doomed. It was only a matter of time, wasn't it? The window being cracked was doing absolutely nothing to vent out that enticing omega smell. It was genuinely like a scent bomb had gone off in here, and it was localized entirely within Pim's rebelling DNA. They couldn't just toss Pim out in the hall or something. This was his apartment.

"We cannot put our hands on him right now." Allan mouthed the words urgently, snapping his fingers to get Charlie to look back at him. Both he and Charlie's scents were beginning to stray from their fur and feathers respectively. Usually, this would result in heightened tension. Mood swings were common when two alphas shared the same space while producing pheromones, especially around an omega.

But, he and Charlie were different. Right? They could outsmart their hormones just by paying attention to their goal of watching over Pim tonight. They could keep it all professional. They were just here to help their friend. They didn't have to stoop so low-

"Shit." Charlie muttered, hand shooting down to his crotch, "I need- to go take care of this. This is ridiculous. This is outright pathetic."

"How quaint." Allan sarcastically tried to make light of the fact that Charlie's erection was so imminent that it was pushing on the seams of his sweatpants.

"Fuck off." The larger critter dashed to the bathroom with urgency, "Don't look at my dick, homo."

Allan heard the bathroom door shut tight behind him.

"Keep an eye on Pim!" Charlie's muffled voice called out from behind the door.

Allan just stared forward. Pim looked to be dozing off. But, just as Allan got his hopes up that this would pass smoothly, he saw the little critter stir, rolling to his side and reaching out to grab for the bedsheets.

"Allannn."

Allan's feathers lifted lightly on his neck. Pim's voice was high pitched - rather needy. Saying HIS name.

It made something in Allan's chest stir.

"Can you lay- uh- with me? Beside me? I'm cold." Pim's speech was impaired, and he could barely open his eyes more than a lazy squint.

Oh. He was too precious. Allan tightened his hand into a fist, attempting to give himself the strength to overcome these urges. He spoke calmly, "Under any other circumstance, I would. But, you are hormonal right now, and also very high. I feel like that would be a breach of consent." That was the right way to word that, right? The edible in his own system had worn down a bit ago, but he still felt the lingering buzz.

"You'd just have to lay next to me." Pim bargained, "That's all. I- I'm not - asking any more than that."

Yeah. That was the problem. Allan winced, holding onto his reservations. Was Pim aware just how hard it was to keep from doing just that? He wanted it too. He wanted to curl right up next to Pim and spoon that little man until his whole body wrapped around him.

But- "That is what I am worried about. If we get too close, I fear something may come of it."

"Like ...what?"

"Like-" Allan trailed off. Right. Like what? What would he do to Pim if he was right up against him right now? Would he lose control? No- Surely not. Surely- "Um. I feel as though you should be aware that I am rather compromised right now." He hadn't planned on giving a sex ed talk to his colleague tonight, "Just, think. I am biologically an alpha. You are an omega. Would that not be considered indecent? For us to lay so close together right now? Especially during a flare up?"

"I- I guess. But, you smell so nice. I feel really good right now. You- you want it too right?" Pim's voice grew raspier, and more confident. The plumage on the back of Allan's neck stood completely up, "You smell so good, Allan. I like it. Why does it matter if I'm on a gummy- or if ... Charlie's around? Where did he go?"

Oh no. Allan hadn't even calculated what to do if Pim also wanted this. These were Pim's raw instincts talking, and he didn't have the tools to overcome them while in this state of mind. Allan forced a quick reply out of himself, "Charlie went to the bathroom."

"If- if you're both going to stay, we could share the bed."

"Pim."

"Is that wrong?" Pim frowned. The look on his face broke Allan's heart.

"It's - it's just not safe. It's not safe to do something like that right now. What if things escalate?"

"I wouldn't mind."

He wouldn't mind. Allan found himself inching closer, despite knowing it was a bad idea. Pim was the bait and the bed was the trap. He could see that. He could feel it in his soul. So- why- why couldn't he just say that he can't do this? "The problem is- the issue isn't that you wouldn't want it. The issue is that you might regret it when you become sober tomorrow morning."

"But- I really need it right now. I just need someone next to me. That's all."

"Pim." This kid was going to be the death of him. Allan could see Pim's erection pushing against the little guy's shorts seam. This was torture.

"I promise I won't do anything weird."

"I need a glass of water." With all the will in his mind and body, he yanked himself away from the gravitational pull. Since when was Pim so skilled at seduction?

The little whine of desperation that Pim emitted felt like it went straight to Allan's cock. A tuft of thick fur was styled right over his sheathe, decency not usually being a concern. But, with a needy omega trying to pull him into a nest, hiding his erection was getting more and more difficult. This was humiliating. He slinked over to the kitchen area, going to get himself a glass from where Pim had told him the cups were. He just needed to sit down, and zone out until morning. Just a couple of hours, then maybe he could sneak out while Pim and Charlie were asleep. He'd have done his job, and Pim wouldn't be occupying every inch of his mind once he was out of this cramped apartment.

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"Charlie." Standing at the bathroom door, Allan gave a knock. He had given him half an hour now, he should be done. He was getting restless, and checking his e-mail as usual wasn't cutting it. He knocked on the door, twisting the knob.

Locked.

"Mh- What? What do you need?"

Allan's face was painted with a nearly invisible blush against his red for the third time this night. Charlie sounded... occupied, "I need a turn in there. You are hogging the bathroom."

"Fuck. Sorry."

Oh. Allan hadn't expected such a compliant reply. He stepped back, waiting for the door to unlock.

When it did, and the door eased open, it took everything Allan had not to make a strangled chirp of intrigue.

There Charlie was, standing with a sweaty shirt pulled up over his gut by his teeth. Charlie dropped the shirt base from his mouth, letting it fall back over himself. He splashed his flushed face with cool water from the sink.

"Are you... done in here?" Allan couldn't think of any response for the state he was witnessing his coworker in right now.

"Dude- I- I can't get it down."

"What?"

"I can't get it down. I busted like- twice. I'm still ... like, hard."

Twice in twenty or so minutes?! Allan inhaled nervously, though regretted it right away. The smell in that room wasn't just overwhelmingly musky. It was saturating with opposing alpha scent. Charlie smelled - good for once, "I don't know how to help you with-"

They locked eyes awkwardly before looking away from each other, "I- I don't expect you to do anything man. Frankly, I'm just giving you a heads up. If you wanna try fixing yourself down there, it's probably not gonna work. Pim- he's- he's a little too much for me right now. Is he-"

"He is okay. He's resting on the bed. He's getting touchy, I had to dist-ance myself from him."

"He's getting touchy?" Charlie perked up, and Allan immediately regretted revealing such crucial information.

"Charlie." Allan scolded, "Don't let him manipulate you."

"You say that like he's evil." Splashing his face one last time, Charlie slipped past Allan at the door, giving the lanky red critter room to access the facilities.

"I mean it. You can't be messing with him right now. Neither of you are in the state to. It would be-"

"Rape." Charlie finished his friend's sentence.

The word hung heavy in the air, before Allan simply nodded.

"You think I'm gonna rape Pim?"

"No! Of course not!" Allan lied. He hated when Charlie did this- he hated when Charlie tried to shift the blame and make it someone else's fault. Especially in a situation like this, It wasn't wrong to be cautious. It wasn't wrong to deny the natural flow of things if it were racing toward dangerous territories.

"Right. I'm stronger than that, dude. But, noted. You think I'm a rapist."

Charlie hadn't smelled what he had. Allan grit his teeth in frustration, "If you go over there right now he's going to come onto you. He's clearly a virgin. I don't mean that as an insult, but he's inexperienced with drugs and sex. He's trying to nest as we speak and he isn't taking no for an answer."

"I can handle it. I've smelled an omega before. You think everyone uses heat suppressants out there on the street?"

"Fine! Go ahead! Go over there and deal with him! This is your fault anyway!" No- what was going on? Why was he arguing? Why was he so angry all of a sudden? Allan cringed at his own aggression, "I- uh- Fuck- Sorry-"

Charlie looked taken aback. He knew he was pushing Allan's buttons, but he didn't think he would detonate so soon, "Sorry."

"No, I am sorry." Allan repeated dully, "I think I just need to splash myself with some cold water too."

"You do that, man." Charlie appeared rather dejected.

Allan frowned, walking up to the sink, leaving the door open. Charlie looked in at him.

They were fucked. They were straight fucked. They were really just animals. They were going to lose it in here, and they both knew it.

What had they gotten themselves into?

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Keeping Pim at a distance was proving difficult when the coziest spot in this apartment was right on that bed. Charlie was the first to move from the dining table chair to the bed, which had caused Allan to glare daggers at him. Pim rocked back and forth, trying hard not to just curl up next to Charlie's side immediately.

Allan could not believe it. Charlie was failing the literal first step in their mission tonight, just to be cozy under some bedsheets. Unreliable prick.

On the other end of things, Charlie argued that he deserved to at least sit down in a comfortable spot for a second, and actually get some well deserved rest. Allan had a few words to say about how deserved it was.

After a quick back and forth between them both on who was actually in the right, Allan eventually gave up and agreed to sit on the end of the bed. Maybe if he just relaxed down here at the base, away from both Charlie and Pim, he wouldn't have to feel so wrapped up in this situation anymore. The smell of pheromones was still overwhelming. At least they had something on the television to distract themselves.

It was proving near impossible, though. Allan's cock was trying so hard to unsheathe, but he kept his legs closed skillfully tight. Tight enough that he still got a little bit of relief from the friction, but not enough to stimulate his dick to a full erection. He was worried though that if he moved, it would just slip right out. It felt like Pim's scent was fucking his brain.

Who needed THC gummies when the smell of your omega coworker was enough to make you feel like you were high on stimulants? He felt like he was edging himself without even touching down there. His insides were pressing hard on his cock - it was almost like he was fucking himself on the inside. He knew if he lifted his thighs apart now, he'd probably be able to feel the steam radiating up from his crotch.

But, despite the overwhelming heat and arousal hindering his mental state, he found himself slowly losing his thoughts to the drama Charlie had put on the screen. Something about a mafia fighting for a share of funds in the global cheese trade.

This would be fine. As long as Pim didn't rub against Charlie, or, the other way around. They could get through this without fucking up their social dynamics.

"Charlllie." Pim's quiet, slow voice alerted both the yellow critter and Allan. Allan craned his neck back to look at the two, who were already getting dangerously close at the headboard.

"What's up?" Charlie responded, rubbing an eye with his palm. He yawned.

"Is it okay if I lay against you- If I- If I do it again? Like... earlier? It was real comfortable on my neck." Pim's high must be in full swing now. It took Allan a moment to even realize what Pim was trying to ask for. But, when he did,

"Pim, what did we just talk about?" He sounded tired. Earlier, he had been very stern and direct with why this was not a good idea. Had Pim listened to him at all? Or did he just genuinely forget because of the high?

Charlie stretched his legs, grunting and scratching his stomach, "Allan, if he needs comfort, why don't we just give it to him? Like, It's super late, I don't think we're gonna do anything crazy. He's probably just cold. I feel like we'd be shit friends if we just let him be cold in his own house."

What? Had CHARLIE even listened to him at all? Charlie wasn't even high anymore! Allan rolled his eyes. It had been two hours now. Why was keeping this apart so goddamn difficult? He thought they were better than their stupid programming.

He wasn't going to be responsible for what happened at this point. He had done all he could. He had tried his hardest. If Pim wanted to be against Charlie so badly, maybe that was just fate at this point. They never listened to him anyway, "Whatever." He resigned, "Just don't do anything weird."

Pim's eyes lit up, "Oh! Thank you!" and he immediately snuggled up next to Charlie's chest as if he were cuddling a large teddy bear, "Hahaaa. Yay!"

God, it was like watching two magnets pull together. Maybe Pim really did need this. Charlie hummed quietly, giving Pim a pat on the back.

One by one, they directed their attention back to the TV.

Allan began to doze off. As long as everyone was happy.

Charlie had flicked the lamp off, and Pim had gone almost completely limp against him. For about an hour, they rested undisturbed.

Then Pim sat up. Quick. He moved from the cozied up corner of the bed, jolting Charlie awake on accident. He had hardly noticed how quickly he was moving, and he made an apologetic noise at Charlie's stirring.

Charlie gasped, glancing around. Where was he? This wasn't his mattress. This wasn't his room. Where the fuck- Oh, right. The memories of the night came rushing back.

This was Pim's apartment. They had gotten high. He had fucked up.

"You alright?" His voice was groggy.

"Hm?" Pim looked down at Charlie with half lidded eyes, "Yeah. I- I just need to ...pee."

"Oh. Go pee then." Charlie mumbled, turning over in the bed, and accidentally kicking Allan in the head with his paw.

"Ahhh." Allan stirred in frustration, simply rolling over to face the other way at the base of the bed.

"I'm scared." Pim replied, voice rather raspy.

Huh? Charlie opened one eye, struggling to keep himself from falling right back into REM, "Why are you scared?"

"I'm scared I'm going to fall... over or something." Pim fiddled with his fingers, "I can't see well right now- and- I- I don't see much- I don't see anything. I think I saw something one time." He rambled nonsense, his voice drawling out.

Charlie was awake now too, sitting up. Pim was really in it deep. But, luckily, Charlie had been there done that with people getting this high before, "Shh. It's okay. Do you need me to help you walk there? Or..." He knew how to handle it.

"Yes. Please. Sorry to bother you."

"Hey it's cool, man. I wouldn't want you falling over."

He lugged himself up, placing a hand on Pim's back to keep the little guy steady. He was basically trembling. Did he have any balance right now at all?

Charlie wished it were socially acceptable to just pick Pim up and carry him over his shoulder, but he saved that for the days that Pim really was just catatonic.

They made their way around Charlie's hoodie that was strayed on the floor, nearly tripping over it. They both chuckled at their shared clumsiness, and Charlie kicked the article aside.

"Sorry- I thought I put it down on the bed or something."

"It's okay. I'm just... glad you were here to catch me."

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Once they had made it to the bathroom, Charlie waited outside the door, trying not to listen like a creep to Pim's piss stream.

He didn't know how much longer he could go without having to rub one out again.

He heard Pim wash his hands, and pitter patter his socked paws back to the door. When it opened, the over saturation of the pheromone aroma hit Charlie harder than ever before. His cock drooled in his pants. It was getting harder and harder to ignore it. He should have just jerked off real quick out here while Pim was in there. But, what if he couldn't finish in time? Or worse, what if he finished right when Pim was opening the door?

"Thank you... for waiting for me." Pim held himself back from giving Charlie a hug. But, Charlie held Pim's hand firmly, treading lightly back over to the bed as to not wake up Allan.

Charlie pondered the situation again. He was practically at the will of his hormones now. At this point, Pim's scent had become the norm. It was basically his new oxygen. It was pumping through his blood, shooting through his brain and heart, making his whole body feel like jelly. But, it felt good. It should be making him uncomfortable. But, why was he still even here? Why did he desire this?

Despite having jerked off twice earlier, he still couldn't get those thoughts of Pim out of his head. Those sick urges. The thoughts were fleeting, but nonetheless disturbing.

What if he just pinned Pim down to the floor here, and really just had his way with him? Humping the poor critter until all he could do was sob and go limp?

What if Pim cozied up next to his crotch and mouthed at his bulge through his clothes, drooling all over it like the little braindead slut he was acting like right now- No!

Charlie held his head in frustration once they reached the bed, sighing woefully. He felt like he was being possessed by the green goblin or something. 'Don't think this about your friend! Don't get hard over thinking about HURTING Pim!' The thoughts he forced into his head slowly overcame the sexual urges. What was wrong with him? He shook his head, trying to will the desires away. Were these still intrusive thoughts if he was genuinely considering them?

"Charlie?" Pim looked up innocently at his friend.

"Hm?" Charlie mumbled, climbing into the bed first, and lying limp next to the lamp. When he collapsed onto the mattress, Allan grunted again.

Pim followed, "Are... you okay? You look kinda ill."

"I'm- I'm gonna be alright, dude. I'm just lowkey tired is all.

They settled back under the sheets. Pim seemed rather self conscious, curling back up under the comforter, "I don't mean to be a bad host. Maybe we should have just gone back to your place..." He whispered, "I- I don't know why I- ...I never would want to make you uncomfortable. It's my scent thing, isn't it? That's what's effecting you, right?"

Charlie's pulse picked up. Okay, so Pim was just going to address the elephant in the room with literally no warning. Cool. He made a quiet sound of uncertainty - were they really gonna talk about this? It felt a little ... intimate, "Your... pheromones are effecting me just a little. It's not your fault though."

"I know." Pim inched closer.
Charlie swallowed his nerves, trying to close his eyes and doze back off. But, Pim continued.

"I heard you... earlier. Talking to Allan."

Then they shot right back open. Pim had heard?!

"When? Huh? What did you hear?"

"You said you...finished twice. Because... of me?"

Charlie tensed. Oh shit. This was it. He was just gonna die right here on Pim's bed. What was this feeling? Adrenaline? Anxiety?

This wasn't usually how their conversations went. Usually it was just about things they saw that day, or commenting on something they were doing, or just-

Just not this. It was foreign enough talking about it to Allan as it was.

"Yeah. Auh. Sorry you had to hear that." Charlie cringed at himself, pulling the sheets over his nose. What if he just held his breath until he passed out? That would be more ideal than this conversation.

"No- I- um... maybe it's the drugs in me talking but, I thought that was ... kind of... cool." Pim got even closer. Their bodies were now basically pressed to each other. It was warm.

Charlie stared forward, left and right eye blinking at different speeds, "Wh, huh? Cool?"

"Well, I don't know. Maybe cool isn't... the word I'm looking for." Pim's volume lessened. Charlie felt Pim's breath on his neck. It was warm andhumid.

Before he realized what was going on, Pim's hands were touching his side,

"Maybe I meant like... kind of... hot?"

"It's the drugs." Charlie blurted, "Dude these drugs are fucking with you, man! You're talking like a hooker." He debated whether or not to pull away. This thrill of toying around with Pim right now was Eden's fruit. Allan told him not to touch it. Not to taste it. He knew it too, if he did this, there was no going back. Tomorrow afternoon, they'd have to still deal with their actions.

God! It was just one night. Why couldn't they handle just one night?

"I'm sorry." Pim hummed softly, his lips practically kissing on Charlie's feverish neck, "I'm just really... warm. I feel... really... goopy."

"Pim. Mhh-" A very un-alpha like noise left Charlie's throat. His dick was throbbing consistently. The smell of Pim's arousal was literally fucking his brain. He rolled his hips forward unintentionally, his muscles seemingly acting on their own. He felt like even the slightest bit of friction would tip him over the edge.

Midnight - it was midnight now and reality felt like an alternate dimension. Allan was asleep in this room. Somewhere else, Glep was asleep. The world was sleeping, and yet he and Pim were making eye contact, basically coming onto each other like anxious catholic boys at a jesus camp.

Charlie winced. This felt like an absurd dream. Maybe this was all just a dream! Maybe it wouldn't have consequences. But, until he knew for sure, he needed to act like this was actually happening. He needed to remain responsible. He caused this. It was his fault Pim was acting like this.

He couldn't let himself forget.

"Pim we can't do this. You're high off your ass, I'm like an inch away from Allan. We're just bros, dude." He whispered, finding it way too comfortable to slip his knee between his friend's heated thighs.

Pim made a gentle noise of approval, pressing the throbbing bulge in his pants against Charlie's upper thigh, "Wh- ...Why does it matter if I'm high? Allan said the same thing. Why are you both so worried about me being ... high."

Charlie felt it. That clear outline of a boner grinding on his leg. It was rather damp. Pim was wet as hell. He groaned lowly, pressing his leg up a bit.

He just wanted to test the waters, see what was and was not acceptable. But, he also really wanted to see how Pim would react.

"Ahn- hnnh!" Almost too loud, Pim moaned, gripping hard onto Charlie's shirt.

Jolting slightly at the sudden loud sound, Charlie used his hand to push Pim's face into his chest. It was the only way he could think to muffle the voice, "Shh. Allan's right there, dude."

Pim was already grinding against his leg smoothly, clearly getting caught a good rhythm, "Mmh- hh." He whined, giving a greedy inhale into Charlie's chest, then exhaling hotly, "Charlie ... please... help me out. Just this one... time. We don't have to talk about this again after- just... Please." His weak voiced begging for this made Charlie want to bend him over and explore his body right there.

"I can't. You can't consent right now." Charlie was painstakingly frustrated with that fact. The more and more he thought about it, it didn't make any fucking sense. Why could he not just fuck Pim into the bed? Who gave a shit about a little inebriation?

"But, I'm saying... I want it." Pim sounded close to tears.

That familiar guilt reared back up, making Charlie's heart ache. Why did Pim have to be so damn cute? Why was it so fucking hot when he acted all sweet and innocent in a situation like this? He seemed so easy to just- overpower him. It wasn't fair.

"It would be like- like, excuse my language, but that would be straight up rape, Pim. And, I don't wanna fuck with that. I don't wanna get called a rapist or go to jail if you change your mind after this all wears off! What if you black out tonight and don't even remember this?" He thought his warning and the serious term would at least repel Pim for a moment. But, Pim just closed his eyes tiredly, holding on even tighter.

"I'm sorry." Charlie sighed.

"Charlie..."

"Hm?"

"What if... I don't care if you ...rape me?"

Oh my god. "Wh-awh- Huh?" Charlie's muscles weren't the only thing that went stiff. His dick practically leapt in his pants. Dear God- give him the power to not blow a load right there. Why was that so hot? Why was that concerning thing Pim just said so damn hot? "Whhh- did I- Are you serious?" He felt nauseous. Did he mishear?

"I... I said... What if I want you to rape me? What if I want you to do whatever you want with me?"

"That's the drugs talking, dude!" Charlie did his best not to stutter. He controlled his volume, sighing desperately as Pim rolled his hips in a humping motion against his leg.

"No- I... I think about it. Sometimes... when I feel like this, and I'm all alone... I imagine what it would be like,"

Oh fuck.

"...At the office... If... You and Glep... And Allan, all just... Really wanted to ... molest me."

Oh God. Charlie made a nasally sound of pleasure - he really was spiraling, "That's a filthy word, Pim." He despised himself. He shouldn't be so hard over this. He should be asking Pim what the fuck was wrong with him. He should be shoving Pim off of him. He should be doing something drastic.

Why couldn't he?

"I know. I'm sorry. It's ...really bad." Pim's words slurred into a quiet and needy whimper, "But I feel like my insides are burning. You know what it's like, right? My suppressants aren't- they're not fighting this off. I- I think I'm gonna cum. Anddd... I want- ... I- I want you to be the reason why. I promise."

Charlie suddenly didn't care anymore if Allan woke up. He didn't care if this was a terrible thing to give into. He didn't care if he would potentially go to court for something after this.

Pim was begging. That was good enough for him. This wasn't a dream.

Maybe he was just an animal deep down.

He couldn't take it anymore. He was a lion and someone was dangling a raw ham hock right in front of him.

"... Alright. Yeah? You want me to touch you?" Charlie's inhibitions were suddenly dropped, "Okay. You fuckin' asked for this. And you could hardly call this rape if you're crying for it." The threat was barely masked as a warning. He was so turned on he couldn't keep his eyes focused. It was a miracle already that he lasted this long without breaking.

He dug his hands into Pim's side, desperate to just hold onto him for a solid moment. To bask in his scent, his sounds. To just, claim him. Charlie wanted to just swallow Pim whole. Anything to just fuse into him forever and stay like this. His mind was spiraling mach five into a predatory stupor. If they were going to play rape, they were going to do it right.

Pim gasped, biting his own lip as to not yelp. Charlie reveled in the little noise. He kept Pim steady, preventing him from struggling,

"You want me to just rip your clothes off, and shove my dick up your ass? I can fuckin' do that. I don't even need lube right now. Your moans are making me so goddamn wet." Charlie shuddered with adrenaline.

All this waiting, all this avoidance of what they both really needed.

All for what? For it to end like this? For them to just give in?

Pim gave a dizzy chirp, looking down at Allan with a mild anxiety of waking him. Their friend was still fast asleep. But, they had to keep quiet, "Please - I think it would really fix me right now if you did that. Just a little bit."

"Yeah, I bet it fucking would." Charlie practically growled from the back of his throat, "You act so fuckin' innocent and cute, but you're a real slut, aren't you?" He breathed, "You wanna be the company sex toy? You wanna be passed around like a little bitch?"

"Ahh!" Pim held on tight to his friend's shirt, letting Charlie manually hold onto his hips, rocking him against his leg in a slow rhythm, "Yes... Plllease."

"We just pin you to the fucking table and all have our way with you. How would you like that?"

"Auhh~"

"Why did Mr. Boss even hire you to work the charity? With a mouth like yours, you should be choking on dick all day. Stupid fuckin'- whore." Charlie slurred his words, and moved his leg out from between Pim's thighs, aligning their crotches instead. He climbed over Pim, straddling his friend's thighs. He made sure Pim was in a good position, then, he rolled his hips forward. The tips of their clothed cocks ground together hard, Charlie's more sizable length dragging against Pim's smaller prick. He'd always wanted to do something like this with someone else. His pillow at home was getting too flat from how much he had humped it.

He kept up with Pim's little motions, basically suffocating the smaller man under his chest, "I've wanted to do this all damn night." He hissed hotly through gritted teeth, "I've wanted to ruin that happy little look you always have on your face. 'N make you cry for me. Cover that pretty little mouth up with straight up alpha cum. Teach you to know your fucking place." He felt possessed. He hardly ever got this aggressive towards someone as docile as Pim. What was Pim's scent DOING to him?

Underneath him, Pim was hardly resisting. Charlie's fat stomach was pressing heavy on Pim's chest and belly. His eyes were rolling back, and he went limp, letting Charlie rock against him. He felt it- that deep welling feeling in his balls. He was going to cum from this already. He was going to ruin his pants with an orgasm that had been slowly boiling for hours - and there was nothing he could do about it, "Ahh--Mmh- Th-thannk you." He practically sobbed from the overstimulation. It was so good. He couldn't catch his breath. He never wanted this to end.

Charlie gave a quiet yet sadistic chuckle, "Yeah? You're thanking me? You like bein' treated like a little brat? You think I'm teaching you a schoolhouse lesson? ...You're so fuckin' cute, man. Do you LIKE acting like a virgin?"

Pim's mouth opened up to gasp for air. He caught his breath, panting hard, "I think- I - ahhh- Charlie I'm about to- uh- cum- I think." He choked out the words breathlessly, thighs going tense.
Charlie was being so rough on him. Finally. Finally, he was getting all of Charlie's attention. This felt so good. His friend was being so mean, so possessive, and crude. It was making Pim's mind void of anything it had left to offer. He'd fantasized about this. He'd longed for this. Why couldn't he just feel this empty minded forever?

"Imagine if I was just full on fucking you right now. Like, christ, dude. You know- you did this to me. You made me snap like this. If this were at the office, I bet everyone would take my side on this. How am I not supposed to fuck you, when you're-- MMph- begging for it?" Charlie thrust forward again. Hard. He overpowered Pim, keeping the little critter pinned under his weight.

Just a little bit more. Just one more thrust- Pim squealed, wincing hard as his orgasm reached it's tipping point. The sensation blurred his vision, and then it hit. The feeling tore up through his cock all the way to his chest. It was torturously intense, causing him to shiver and drool all over himself. He felt like everything he'd ever had in him was being milked out through his dick - his hoarse cries muffled by Charlie's t-shirt and pillowy chest. He rode out the electrifying sensation, letting Charlie bump the tips of their dicks together, chasing that teasing spark of pure white pleasure. He felt Charlie's larger hands pin his wrists down harder to the mattress.

Oh my god- this was his friend. This was his coworker. This was wrong- this was so wrong. But, Pim craved it. Were these just his hormones? He hoped that this was nothing more than temporary. He couldn't be thinking like this in his day to day, "Thh-Thank youuu." This was his first time ever doing something like this. He was glad it was with Charlie.

"Yeahhh- cum on me. Cream your pants, Pim; right on my dick." Charlie shuddered with pure desire, "Show me how good it feels to be dominated like the shitty little omega you are." He felt Pim's tears of pleasure soak into his shirt, "This is what you get for smelling so goddamn good! Fuckin' slut!"

"Mmhhhh-hhhnnh-" Pim sobbed, giving one final tremoring buck of his hips. The inside of his shorts were slick with cum, and it seeped through the denim and down the leg opening. He was sweaty. Charlie was sweaty.

Pim panted. He had never cum like that. Ever. It took the air out of his lungs. His throat was dry.

Charlie grinned triumphantly, and gave Pim a hard pat on the side of the thigh.

"Charlie." Pim gasped at the sudden touch.

"Dude. Oh my fucking God- I need to fuck you so bad. I need to put my dick in you. Take those shorts off."

"I- I haven't showered-"

"Do I look like I care right now?"

Pim made a quiet noise of acceptance. That's when he felt movement from the base of the bed.

"Charlie!" Allan's burst of disapproval shattered through the sexual energy like a bullet. Pim yelped.

Charlie jolted. Ohhhh shit.

He slowly turned his neck to look behind him. He had almost forgotten Allan was even here. He was awake?! For how long? They were being quiet!

He didn't know how to handle this properly. How do you even come back from this? Just how much had Allan heard? "Um. Good morning, dude." All he could really do was give a lazy wave.

"Allan." Pim's emotions were so numbed he could hardly even bring himself to care all much that Allan saw him like this. He did however, close this thighs together. The aftershocks pulsed through his body. He felt rather vulnerable right now. He didn't know what else to say.

There was a dreadful quiet that haunted the space. The room was lit blue by the moonlight outside. It was so hot inside that the window was producing a mild condensation.

"Just- seriously?! Right next to me?" Allan broke the silence, moving his hands forward dramatically, "What the hell, guys! At least wait until I leave tomorrow!"

"I couldn't help it!" Charlie exclaimed, "I'm just a man! Give me a break!"

"I TOLD you this would happen!"

"He was begging!"

"I predicted this exact situation!"

Charlie groaned, hiding his face in his hands, "He consented. He said he wanted it-"

"It sure did not sound like it!"

"I'm serious! Listen, I don't know what all you heard, but- he wanted me to say that shit to him!"

Allan furrowed his brows in disbelief, "Pim would never ask for that."

"No, Allan. He's right- I- uh-" Pim sat up, nervously scratching the back of his shoulder, "I'm so very sorry. That was- wrong of us." He clearly looked too high still to process the gravity of the situation, "If- If you have to tell Mr. Boss, I understand."

Allan looked confused.

"No! Don't fuckin-" Charlie shot Pim an appalled look, before glancing pleadingly back to Allan, "Don't tell Mr. Boss. Please." He got on his knees, sinking slightly into the mattress and bowing, "Please don't tell him. I need this job."

Allan squinted, blinking twice. He had no idea how these two consistently managed to leave him speechless. It was too early for this. He backed away on his knees from Charlie's weird gesture and misunderstanding, "Why would I tell the boss?"

Charlie's eyes darted around, "Uh- I dunno. Because you could get us fired. Because I messed around with Pim."

"Why would I get you two fired over this? What kind of person do you think I am?" Allan adjusted his tie, sitting up straight, "Charlie, just please shut up. Pim, just answer my question. Did you- seriously ask him to say those things to you?"

Pim wiped some sweat from his forehead using his own shirt, "Well- yes. If I didn't, wouldn't I have woken you up myself?"

Allan sighed. He wanted to question the situation further, but no matter how he looked at it, the idea of someone as sweet as Pim longing to be taken advantage of by an alpha was... hot.

He noticed Charlie and Pim still looked tense. Or, Pim was just still extremely high, "I did not think he was actually assaulting you. I am just saying that is an insane fetish to roleplay right above my sweet sleeping head."

"Oh. Uh-" Charlie looked around, confused and still rather dissociated from lack of sleep, "That makes it sound like you didn't care that we were having sex."

"I don't care! I can't control you two. Just don't do it right above me when I don't even know it's happening..." Allan yawned, the exhaustion of being shaken awake by his friends fucking was catching up to him.

"Did you WANT to be involved if you were like, awake?"

"I was not in-vited to be a part of this."

"You're giving me real mixed signals right now." Charlie expressed. He put a hand on Pim's thigh reassuringly when he felt his little friend sink down in shame. It felt good to be able to do that. He'd always wanted to be able to touch Pim like this on a whim.

Allan rubbed his eyes, sitting cross legged on the mattress, "Why are you so incapable of understanding the concept of consent. I just want to know if me being here is an issue. You wanted me to stay, right?"

Charlie lethargically laid back down, "I'm tired, man. I-I don't even understand what you're talking about right now! I'm-" When his head hit the pillow, he noticed the light of the moon through the window caught something glistening on Allan's lap.

Some sort of... wetness? Was that...? "What's on your leg?"

Eyes darting down to his inner thigh, he made a monotone noise of shock, "Ah- I think- ... One moment." He trailed off, positioning himself to get up. But Charlie grabbed at his arm, stopping him mid-movement.

"Are you like- uh-"

"Let go of me, pervert."

"Is that your dick?"

Charlie couldn't believe it. He'd never actually seen a critter with sheath anatomy before. He was curious to how it worked. Normally he'd be keeping all these thoughts to himself, but whatever was going on between Allan's legs smelled way too fucking good. He couldn't function properly, he couldn't think straight right now.

"Yes." Allan blurted out, tugging again in Charlie's grip, "I need to deal with it."

"Can- I see it?" Charlie asked. He was so damn horny, he didn't care who it was anymore. He wanted to fuck whoever's scent be could follow. Now. Was Allan so aroused that he was leaking pre all over himself?

The slender red critter moved his gaze from Charlie to the bathroom door towards the foyer. Then right back. Why did Charlie was to see his dick? Were they seriously doing this now? Were he and Charlie finally losing their minds? "Are you ...okay with this?"

"Yeah. That's why I asked." Charlie didn't really mind involving Allan in this fucked up night. It was all going to hell anyway. Who cared anymore? His body sure didn't. Allan didn't look half bad right now to he honest,

"Uh- Pim was getting off to the idea of being passed around in the office." He let go of Allan's arm, "I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you took a turn with him. If you'd uh- want to."

He watched Allan process what he had just been offered, staring off to the right before looking back at Pim,

"What a freak."

"Hey." Charlie barked defensively, "You can leave if you want."

"I never said it was a bad thing."

Oh.

The fur on the back of Charlie's neck stood up. Allan was into this too?

"Are you seriously wanting to ruin our friendships over this?" Allan moved in closer.
Charlie instinctively felt the urge to not back down, "Would this ruin it?"

"Yeah. Because if I have my way with Pim, I'm definitely going to want to do it again."

"Oh." Pim snuggled up to Charlie's side again, "Allan. That's really hot." He gave a dopey smile. If pureness were a beam of light, Charlie and Allan would have both gone blind.

Allan smiled, "You know there are a ton of alphas out there that would kill to have an omega that begs to be assaulted." Something in his tone changed.

All the blood in Pim's body felt like it had rushed to his face. He felt like he was about to gag from the intense emotions, but he held it back. He didn't know how to respond to that.

Allan reached down between his own legs, the molten heat of arousal causing his scent to emit even more intensely. He turned to see if he needed to get Charlie's attention, but even in the darkness and with Pim behaving so sheepishly, Charlie had never seemed more concentrated on him. If only he could get Charlie to be this interested in doing the clocking out chores.

"Have you never seen a sheathe before?" Allan guessed, using his fingers to push the tuft of fluff aside.

Charlie shook his head. Pim leaned in closer as well. Allan kept an eye on them both, not knowing that something like his genitals could be so interesting to them.

"I haven't even seen it in like, porn." Charlie explained, "So this is all new to me."

"Are you looking up mammals or avians?"

"Uh. Mammals usually."

"Well that is why."

"It's not like I have a preference! It's just like, I dunno. I'm a mammal critter. Y'know?"

"I know, Charlie."

"You don't sound like you understand."

"I understand." Allan rolled his eyes. He knew this was probably Pim's first time, but now he was starting to question whether or not it was Charlie's too, "Do you want to touch it?"

Charlie squinted, giving Allan's dick a curious examination from multiple angles, almost looking like a bear trying to figure out how to get into a bear-proof trashcan. He did this for a few seconds.

"You can say no." Allan reassured.

"Wait- I kinda do want to actually. Maybe just the tip of it though."

"Oh. Okay."

Pim watched the two go back and forth, learning more about how sex worked outside of porn acting.

When Charlie's inexperienced movement helped guide out Allan's erecting dick, Allan made a quiet trilling noise that neither Charlie or Pim had ever heard before. It came from the back of the red critter's throat.

"You sound like a bird." Charlie commented.

"Thank you?" Allan replied bluntly, "Did you or Pim already finish?"

"Pim did. But, his dick was like going back up so-" Charlie trailed off, playing with the slick tip of Allan's cock, "Pim, you still up to play rape doll or no?" He glanced back at this friend.

Pim made a beeping noise, not expecting all the attention to suddenly be shifted onto him, "I- I'm still... really sensitive down there right now. That's... all. I want to help out. I just- I don't know a lot of- how to do it all."

"He's still really high isn't he?" Allan sighed, "Charlie, if I wasn't about to explode right now I'd be very dis-appointed in you."

"And in yourself?" Charlie deflected.

"Actually, yeah." Allan ran his own hand across his length, the slickness around it gathering on the tip of his hand. He looked up at them, "You're both clean, right?"

"I haven't showered yet." Pim repeated, looking rather confused when Charlie laughed at him. "Did I say something silly?"

"He means like, STIs dude." Charlie explained. Pim was an amphibian critter. They showered like three times a day. He was probably cleaner than anyone here.

"Oh! Uh- I... I shouldn't have any. I've never done this with anyone before." Pim replied.

"I'm clean." Charlie gave his answer.

"Good, me too." Allan used his free hand to pull his tie off from over his head, "It's important to ask." He wanted to set a good example for Pim, "And by the way," He tossed the loop of the tie around Pim's head, "Put this on. Don't ever do this with anyone other than us. Don't get high with a stranger and let them have sex you."

"I know." Pim nodded, feeling as if he were being taught. He didn't mind, though. "You- you want me to put this tie on?"

"Yes. I want to use it like a collar for you."

"O-ohh." Pim looked down at the tie, moving the slipknot into a bigger opening so he could pull it on easier.

"Tell me to stop at any point. I'm probably going to get cruel." Allan warned, "The safe word is dinosaur."

"Dinosaur!" Pim exclaimed dizzily, practically beaming with whimsy, "I love dinosaurs!" He slipped the tie fully on, and began to undo his belt, "My favorite is the triceratops!"

"Woah Pim, I wouldn't be- okay let's save yelling that for when it's important." Charlie hushed.

"Oh! Right. Safe words are what I say if I get scared, right?" Pim confirmed.

"Yes," Allan nodded, "It's basically a code word for stop. If we're playing like this, you can say stop for fun and we won't break the scene."

"I see. Well, that's nice." Pim chirped.

"Good, now that all of that is out of the way," without further warning, Allan pushed Pim firmly down onto the pillows. His gentle touch earlier was now more forceful, "Scene."

Charlie watched closely.

"You have a rape kink?" Allan straddled Pim's hips with barely any effort needed.

The mood had shifted immensely. Pim felt his cock twitch in his pants, "I- uh- ...Yeah..." He looked rather ashamed of himself, agreeing to it so unabashedly.

"Good. Because I'm not taking no for an answer." Allan got close enough to where he could feel Pim's breath against his cheek.

Pim could feel Allan's head feathers frilling slightly his face, tickling him just a bit, "You smell nice."

"You do too." Allan returned the compliment, then yanked the tie hard against Pim's neck, tightening it correctly, "I'm going to take your belt off, and pull your shorts down, and fuck your thighs raw. Okay?"

"Ah! O-Okay." Pim's voice cracked with arousal. Allan was talking so directly about this. Was he not nervous? How often did Allan have sex to the point he would be this used to doing this?

Charlie felt rather envious, "I called dibs on his hole, dude."

"Charlie!" Pim nearly shrieked. Allan slapped a hand over his mouth, and Pim moaned.

"I know. That is why I am being nice." Allan pointed at Charlie with his other hand, poking the yellow critter in the chest, "You can use his mouth. After I get close by using his thighs, we can switch places. I can shove my dick in his mouth and you can prep him."

"I kinda just wanna shove it in, though."

"You can PREP him." Allan repeated sternly, "He's small and he's never done this before."

"Fine. I'll figure something out. I've never done that before either." Charlie slid his sweatpants off, making a big event out of it by bouncing his weight on the bed, "I'm used to vagina is the thing."

Allan waited impatiently, sighing at but at how unnecessary it was for Charlie to move like a trapped animal in his own clothes. Once the bed settled, he continued. He slid out Pim's belt, almost lifting Pim's waist completely by yanking on it. He tossed it aside, pulling Pim's pants down.

"Why my thighs?" Pim weakly asked.

Allan smiled, "Because, they're so soft looking, and I've been eyeing them since the Boss hired you."

"What?" Pim gasped. Was this part of the scene Allan was making up, or was that true? If it was true- Allan had been objectifying him since day one. Why didn't that scare him? Why was that exhilarating?

"When the boss hired you, he said you looked really cute, and you had a nice body." Allan lifted Pim's legs, keeping them closed, "And I agreed."

"Did he really say that?" Charlie chimed in, "That's fucked up, dude. That's like- that's profiling, man. I'm gonna call HR."

"Charlie do you want to do this scene with me or not?" Allan looked at the other man tiredly.

"I do."

"Then 'yes and' me."

"Is that true though?"

"Is me explaining if it's true or not going to get any of us closer to cumming?"

"No."

"Then be a good boy and shut the fuck up." Allan bit. Charlie's fur lifted around his face as blood rushed to his cheeks.

Pim thought about it. He didn't mind getting read for his ability to be bent over. Was everyone hired for that reason? Was the boss only hiring based on how aroused he was by them? Now that he pondered it past face value - did Mr. Boss have a fetish for... critters?

"What did you all say about me?" Charlie asked casually, "Like, I just wanna know."

Allan sighed dramatically with frustration, before sitting back up straight and repositioning himself, "Well, since you asked, I said you looked like a fat loser." Allan gave a coltish smirk.

"Real funny." Charlie huffed, "I'm losing weight you know."

"I like fat losers." Allan followed up smugly, slipping his dick between Pim's pillowy thighs, "So, lose it slower." They felt just as good as he imagined they would. Charlie crossed his arms, looking away and trying not to show how much that lifted his self esteem.

Pim gasped at the feeling of wet slippery heat sliding between the fat of his lower thighs. Allan's cock rubbed past his own dick, slipping over the frenulum, and making Pim's eyes roll back.

Allan rocked his hips, feeling himself throb heavily against the friction of Pim's body. He was way closer to finishing than he had expected to be. Not having touched himself since all this started really was driving him crazy. He wasn't going to jerk off in Pim's bathroom. He wasn't completely out of control.

"You're so small." Allan buzzed, "You're the perfect size to manhandle." He rolled his hips in a rhythm, letting Pim's thighs edge him. Feeling them wobble slightly made his head spin. His breathing picked up, and he really started to fuck into Pim's legs hard. The bed rocked lightly, and Pim swallowed the drool that was forming in his mouth. At least it wasn't dry anymore.

Pim figured it wouldn't hurt to play along. He tested the waters, "Please stop."

He did feel Allan's grip weaken for a second, before he seemingly recalled the conversation they just had, "Do you seriously think you can talk to me that way? You work here to be ogled at, not because we see you as a person."

The degradation made Pim's cock twitch. Allan tugged hard on the tie, and Pim leaned into it, snuggling his face against Allan's neck.

"You are a toy to us. Understand?"

"Yeah." Pim rasped. This was exhilarating.

"Good." Allan praised, dropping his hold on the tie, causing Pim to fall back onto the pillow, "Say it back to me."

"I'm a toy." Pim whimpered.

"And you're getting hard over this too? You're lucky you're an omega. I'd tear you to shreds otherwise."

Charlie climbed up closer to the headboard at Pim's face pulling his dick out of his underwear, "Hey. Wanna suck my dick, dude?"

"Mhm." Pim nodded sweetly, opening his mouth with no hesitation.
Charlie growled lowly, smirking at how quick Pim shifted from playing a scared role to just being a sweetheart again. A glob of hot precum slipped down his shaft, dripping onto Pim's chin, "Fuck, you're just free use, huh?"

Pim opened his mouth wider, and more eager. Charlie chuckled, "Chill. It's not that big." He slid the tip onto Pim's tongue.

Oh. Hm. Pim would have had to open his mouth wider to take the full size. Charlie blushed, watching Pim slowly figure out how to give a blowjob. When he was still with Zoey, she had told him that his dick was hard to take fully in her mouth, but Zoey was human. Pim was a little amphibian critter. Maybe he could take it. He as only two and a half inches wide. Allan was about one and a half. As for length, he was an average four and a half inches. Surely Pim wouldn't have any trouble.

With a slurping sound, Pim sucked in, closing his lips around the head. Charlie's cock was salty, and definitely had a flavor to it. But, he didn't really seem to mind. It tasted like how Charlie smelled.

Charlie's mouth opened to a silent scream, and he groaned deeply as he finally breathed out. Oh my god that felt good. He hadn't gotten a blowjob in months. And right now, with his hormones out of whack, he felt like he was about to blow immediately. Allan's thrusts caused Pim to bounce lightly on his back, and he had his head turned to his right, drooling all over Charlie's length. Pim didn't even have to move for the rhythm to push his mouth up and down on Charlie's tip.

"Good boy, Pim. Oh my God you're so good." Charlie purred. Inexperienced blowjobs were always the best. He liked feeling Pim's mouth and tongue experiment with what to do. It was adorable.

Pim gave a muffled groan, the vibrations causing Charlie's eyes to cross. That felt amazing, "Moan on me again."

Pim hummed again, closing his eyes and letting himself be taken advantage of.

"Fuck." Charlie swore, "You're gonna make me fuckin' bust- ohhhh my God- hh- ahh-" His hips jerked forward uncontrollably, nearly gagging Pim.

Allan gasped quietly, trilling again lowly as Pim's thighs squeezed tighter. Pim felt the magma hot throb and the gush of thick pearly fluid paint his crotch and chest in little shots. Allan was cumming on him - because of him. Pim's mind spun. He moaned again around Charlie's cock.

Then Charlie's cum flooded his mouth. Pim tensed, letting it fill his cheeks up. It was musky, savory and tasted a bit like thick ocean water. Pim had never had sperm in his mouth before. He didn't know if he could swallow all of this without throwing up. The taste wasn't the issue, it was the texture. Too slimy. But, it was a huge turn on to know it was Charlie doing this to him.

Allan let go of Pim's legs, patting his friend on the side. They sat still for a bit, taking a moment to endure the afterglow and steady their breathing. Pim sat up, letting Allan pull him forward with the tie. He looked like a little frog right now with his cheeks full. Charlie tried not to grin, his aftershocks making him pant, "Spitters are quitters, dude!" He ribbed.

Pim gave a look of worry, shaking his head and refusing to swallow. Charlie tapped his chin roughly as if he were playing with a small dog's face, "Spitters are quitters!" He repeated, "Swallow! Swallow!"

Allan shoved Charlie lightly, "Scene, you stupid fuck. Quit it. Let him spit it out."

"Where, on the bed?"

"No. Let's help him over to the kitchen sink or something." Allan picked Pim up with barely any difficulty by the underarms, and carried him the short distance over to the sink.
Charlie watched from the bed as Pim spit out his cum into the basin. Pim coughed and sputtered. holding onto the counter side. Allan tilted him like a kettle, shaking him a bit.

"I gave you all that and you waste it. That was grade A sperm from a beefed up alpha male." Charlie put his hands up in faux disappointment.

Pim could tell he wasn't serious, "Sorry." He apologized anyway.

"It's all good. ...Can I fuck you now?"

Oh right. Pim let Allan carry him back to the bed.

"I've never had something in me before." Pim looked aside nervously, "Will it hurt?"

"It might sting a bit, but I'm sure it'll be fine. I wouldn't worry about it." Charlie shrugged nonchalantly.

"Charlie's going to put his fingers in you, it will loo-sen you up." Allan bobbed his head a bit.

"In me?" Pim felt a wave of heat envelop his body.

"Yeah in your butthole. So, if you have to shit you should do it now." Charlie clicked his tongue casually.

"Wait! Uh- Is there anything I can do to make sure this is not filthy or gross for you? I'm totally new to this!" Pim panicked.

"It's kind of just how things go. You do not have to do it if it disgusts you." Allan explained. He hadn't really considered that someone new to anal would be this concerned about cleanliness. But, it made sense. They were fucking on Pim's bed.

"I... want to at least try." Pim fiddled with his fingers.

"If you fart on me or something it's whatever." Charlie shrugged.

"Charlie- you're going to turn me off." Pim whined, the disorientation of his high making him giggle at the comment regardless.

"Charlie do you have a condom on you?" Allan asked, "That is typically the more hygienic option, unless you want to wash Pim out from the inside."

"What? Hell no- I'm too tired for that- and no," Charlie clapped his hands together idly, "Why would I have a condom? I don't just go to my friend's place with a condom ready."

"I do." Allan got up off the bed again, walking to the counter and rummaging for his wallet in his satchel he had brought over from work.

"What?" Charlie stared in disbelief. Allan just... carried condoms? How much was this guy fucking on the regular?

"Don't make fun of me. I just saved the day." Allan opened his wallet, pulling out the condom smugly, "I just put this one in here yesterday. So, it is not expired."

"Condoms expire?" Charlie queried. Should he throw all the ones in his drawer away that had been in there for three years now?

"Yes." Allan replied bluntly, "They can also get ruined by excessive heat. Like if you leave them in a car."

"Oh! That's why my friend got pregnant that one time!" Charlie snapped his fingers, "That makes so much sense!"

"You got someone pregnant?" Pim asked nervously.

"No. My friend was fucking some other dude. His name was Kyle. He was kind of a shithead."

"Oh. I'm sorry that happened to her."

"Eh, she's fine now. Baby got aborted."

Pim snorted a laugh, quickly covering his mouth to keep himself from looking crazy.

"Pim thinks abortion is funny." Charlie called over to Allan.

"No it's just the way you said it!" Pim pleaded, "I didn't expect it!"

"That's what the mama said about the baby that got aborted."

"Both of you shut up, please." Allan tossed the condom at Charlie, "If there weren't pheromones in this room right now, and if Pim weren't high, I would just walk back home."

Charlie caught the condom, reading the label, "What the fuck is 'BBQ' and why is there a bird on it."

"Big beautiful quails. It is the brand." Allan explained, climbing back onto the bed.

"Okay- because I was about to be like, I'm not fucking Pim with a barbecue flavored condom. Like, we'd just all have to go back to sleep because that would not be happening. It wouldn't be a thing."

"We should have just gone to sleep in the first place." Allan replied flatly.

Pim stared at the condom, having really only seen these in stores. He wondered how they felt - both to the person giving and the one receiving. Were they cold? Did you have to warm them up somehow?

He wanted this to go smoothly. "I'm gonna go clean up a bit." Pim hopped off of the bed, "I'mmmm- I am just a little messy."

Allan made a quiet sound of apology. He had sort of just glazed Pim's chest like a donut.

"How long is it gonna take you." Charlie whined. Pim blushed at his eagerness.

"I dunno. I just want to be hygienic. It's my first time doing anal!" He cheered quietly, "I'll be quick!"

"Don't, like- cheer about that." Charlie commented lazily.

Pim walked fast, before stopping abruptly, the world spinning around him. Oh right - the THC. He instead began to slowly sway towards the bathroom, looking as if he were stepping on invisible stones to cross a river.

"Welp, Allan, I'm going straight back to Hell, brother." Charlie sighed, "Pim makes me act up."

Allan watched Pim struggle to open the bathroom door, before looking back at Charlie with tired eyes, "I'll see you there, then."

"You shouldn't have to. I shouldn't go to Hell for this. I just know I probably am because this world sucks."

"Preach to the choir."

"But at least we get to fuck Pim." Charlie continued, lying back on the mattress.

Allan nodded.

Right.
At least they get to fuck Pim.

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While Pim was occupying the bathroom, Charlie sat next to Allan in rather tense silence. The sun was already turning the night sky outside a brighter blue. They had broken a very important safety rule when it came to casual sex - never fuck someone under the influence. Despite the silence, there was still a lot to say.

It just seemed neither of them really knew how to start.

Allan had gotten up to go clean himself off, before climbing back onto the mattress and slipping his tie back on. Charlie had watched him, something on the back of Allan's head feathers caught his eye. When they had frilled out earlier, Charlie had noticed small little white tubes encasing some of the feathers on the base of Allan's neck. He had considered asking about it, but he didn't know if it would be rude.

It would be better than this silence though.

He decided to break the ice, "Hey uh- What are those things on your neck?" He asked, voice raspy from how drained he was.

Allan looked up at him, expression deadpan as always, "This is a tie, Charlie."

"No, not the tie- the white things. They're on the top of your feathers but like, tucked under the ones on the outside. I just hadn't noticed them before."

"Oh." Allan reached back behind his own head, running his slender fingers through his neck plumage, "You mean these?" His finger was pinching on something, but he seemed to have trouble making it visible, "My pin feathers?"

"Pin feathers? What is that, like- you can write with them?" Charlie asked, trying hard not to sound uneducated. But, Allan did have to hold back a smirk.

"No. They are just feathers that haven't opened up yet."

"Opened up?" Charlie inquired purely.

"Yes. Remember when I was off for one week because of my molting?"

"Alright - see, I was gonna ask about that, but like, I didn't want to bring it up, in case it was not okay to do that. But since you brought it up, what is molding? Is that like-"

"Molt. With a T." Allan corrected, "What? Did you think I was literally rotting or something?"

"I don't know. I didn't know if it was like a fungus or something,"

"No. Ew. I would have preferred you just ask instead of assuming that of my body."

"If I could take it all back I would." Charlie smacked his lips awkwardly, looking aside.

"Want to pull one off? I did not know I had any."

"Like- yank it out?"

"No!" Allan's dull voice nearly peaked in shock, "No! What the Hell?"

"Excuse me for not knowing how to pull mold off-"

"Molt!"

"Malt."

"M. O. L. T."

"Moooolt!" Charlie nodded, understanding the pronunciation now.

"Maybe I won't let you preen me."

"No! I want to uh- preen, you. I wanna pull the thing off, please."

"Why are you begging?" It was difficult for Allan not to chuckle, a wobbly smirk stretching across his face. Charlie was extremely excited about this. Why?

"Let me just try." Charlie wiggled his fingers excitedly, "I've always kinda wanted to touch them."

So he had noticed them before. Allan craned his neck forward, tucking his head in and revealing the top of his neck to Charlie, "Be gentle."

"I will be." Charlie nodded, spreading the well groomed feathers until he could find one of those white coated ones, "Just any of them? I can pull off any?"

"Any that don't have purple at the base. That means they are not ready yet."

"Got it." With cautious dexterity, Charlie used his thumb claw and his pointer finger tip to rub away the thin keratin coating on one of the feathers, "Why is it purple at the bottom?"

"Blood."

"Oh shit."
"Yeahh- hhhh..." The touch to the back of his head made Allan hum blissfully, the feathers on his neck lifting, and fluffing themselves up around Charlie's hand. It felt like someone was scritching his back, and head, the feeling was like nothing else. It gave him goosebumps. He can't remember the last time someone preened him like this. Maybe it was Glep last winter?

"You like that?" Charlie giggled nasally, "Wh- look at you. You're like a cat."

Allan trilled lightly, tilting his head to allow Charlie to move his hand to the back of his jawline. That was his favorite spot.

Charlie's finger hit the base of an underdeveloped feather, the slight sting of pain causing Allan to suddenly make a lunging motion towards Charlie's hand, almost like a snake.

"Woah!" Charlie recoiled, "Holy shit- I thought you were about to bite me."

"Sorry. Instinct." Allan mumbled, leaning back in to Charlie's touch apologetically.

More silence.

"You don't have a lot of these. I thought there would be more."

"Molting season is not in full swing yet."

"Oh. So there's gonna be more?"

"Yes. I will look ugly very soon."

"You crack me up, man. You don't look ugly with these things."

"Oh. Why, thank you."

"You're welcome."

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A few minutes of bliss and gentle grooming passed by, and Charlie had collected a little pile of feather dust on his knee. Allan lay limply, his head now resting in Charlie's lap. Charlie's fur was soft, and his musk was more than just pleasant.

"I think I got 'em all."

"Thank you..." Allan was about to fall right back asleep.

"Wow you really like that, huh?" Charlie cocked his head, staring at his friend's expression of ecstasy.

Allan couldn't even form a reply, and made a sad sound when Charlie jostled him aside to get up and toss the pile of dust away.

Allan looked his friend up and down. This might be the longest he's ever been around Charlie in his life, save for the recent cabin vacation. Honestly, he had thought he would be more fed up by now with their usual back-and-forths. But for some odd reason, Charlie wasn't grinding on his last nerve with the world's sharpest skateboard tonight.

Maybe it was because of the buzz they were left with after that high? Maybe it was their combined pheromones. Or, maybe Charlie was just trying to be on his best behavior after causing this whole mess. Whatever it was, it was much more preferable than his usual ways of socializing. He watched Charlie sink back down onto the bed.

"Are you gay?" Allan asked, the suddenness of the question causing Charlie to jump slightly.

"Uh- N- uh. No. Are you?"

"You're not gay?" Allan eyed Charlie's current state skeptically.

"I'm... I don't know. I don't think I'm gay. It's kind of a long... uh- kind of a big thing to just say I am or am not. I'm still discovering everything about myself, but, I think-"

"Charlie. It's okay if you are."

Charlie sighed, looking rather confused, "Okay I might be a little gay? Only a little. I like girls mostly. Ones that go to church and are good ladies." he slapped his hands down on his hefty thighs, "Why? Wh- what do you need to know for?"

"I am just asking. You seemed to really enjoy yourself earlier with Pim."

"I did a little. Not because Pim's a guy though."

Allan raised his brows, seeming very interested in Charlie's ability to reconstruct a situation to be in his favor, "You like Pim for who he is, and not what he is? That is very sweet of you."

"No no no- don't get me wrong- I like Pim! I do, I love Pim. I just don't- I just-"

"You don't feel romantically towards him?"

"He's my friend, dude. We work together. We're a team. He's just like- my partner in life, you know?"

Allan decided not to comment on just how romantic that sounded, "So this is just a friendly session of spit roasting him?"

"Yeah- well- Now when you say it like that, it makes it sound super gay. Like a porn plot or something."

"You read porn often?"

"Allan." Charlie was clearly blushing to his limits, just digging this whole deeper for himself with every word, "What dude, are you gay?! Are you hitting on me?" He barked defensively.

"Yes. I like you. I don't think I'd want to date you. But, you have your charms." Allan replied honestly and nonchalantly. He was comfortable with his sexuality, and expressing exactly what he felt. He could see Charlie was very new to this whole opening up and communicating thing, though.

"Thanks, man. I guess." He didn't seem too unreceptive.

Allan offered a comforting flick of a smile, before going straight faced again, "If this is your first time having sex with a man, ...have you ever kissed one?"

Despite Charlie's ability to get defensive in every way possible over even nothing, he seemed to resign his frustration. Just for a moment. Just for tonight. "No. To be honest, I'm a little scared to. I dunno why."

"You're scared you'll like it?"

"Maybe."

"Would you want to try it out?"

"W- Wh- oh- Whoa." Charlie swayed, blinking twice, "What, with like- with you?"

"Well. Yes. If you would want to."

"You want to kiss me? I- I barely know how to kiss, man. Zoey always kinda took the lead with that when we were together."

"I could teach you how."

"Just because we're sitting here covered in sweat and cum doesn't mean we need to get all romantic, dude." Charlie crossed his arms, avoiding meeting Allan's gentle gaze.

"It doesn't have to be romantic if you don't want it to be." Allan offered.

"A non-romantic kiss? What even is that? It just sounds like you really wanna kiss me."

"I do."

"Oh." Charlie scratched at the back of his head, whale-eyeing at the floor, "Um. Why? If you don't mind me asking- I'm- I'm not saying no. It's just, a lot of shit's happening tonight and I just wanna be in the know about what and why we're doing stuff-"

"You're hot." Allan continued, "You're a fat and overconfident boy that needs to be disciplined a lot more."

"Gh- I'm losing weight! I said!"

"And I said not to."

Charlie made a pitiful sound, crossing his legs.

Allan had never seen Charlie behave like this before. Was he backing down, and letting the control be taken away from him? He was behaving like a pouty teenager.

"I know you did, man. You're a kinky bastard. Fuckin' ...chub chaser."

Allan liked it.

"I also like how rowdy you are. You are sort of a brat." He was getting riled up again. Pim was not even out here. It was like Charlie's scent had picked up where Pim's had left off, "I'd love to teach you how to properly make out."

"Did me preening you turn you on more or something?"

"Perhaps."

"You sound like you're really horned up."

"Maybe I am."

"Yeah? Kiss me then. You won't do it. No balls."

Allan leaned in before Charlie could even finish his taunt. Their lips mashed together, and Charlie let himself be pushed back by the force. But, he wasn't going to be knocked around during this. He attempted to press back, only forcing their mouths together further.

Allan chuckled into the kiss, grinning but trying to keep his mouth against Charlie's, "So forceful." He mumbled.

"I'm trying my best, dude. I'm not backing down. I'm- an alpha-" Charlie pulled away, only to be nearly leapt on by the other man. Allan pinned Charlie down, knowing that if Charlie really wanted to, he could throw him off.

"Mh-" Charlie choked out a noise, Allan's mouth nudging against his again, as if asking for an opening. Charlie relented, parting his lips to see where this would go.

Allan's warm, hot tongue ran across the bottom tip of his, dipping in again, and carefully exploring Charlie's mouth.

It felt really good. With a dreamy sigh, Charlie submitted to the force, gasping nervously when Allan's hand moved to his upper thigh. Their lips parted, a thin string of saliva still connecting them.

"You okay?" Allan whispered.

"Yeah."

"You're being such a naughty thing tonight."

"Mmh-" Charlie huffed, "I just gotta- I - I can't cum again yet- I need to save it for Pim."

"I am just keeping you warmed up. Are you seriously that turned on right now?" Allan teased, as if he too weren't unsheathing again. He grabbed at Charlie's belly, caressing the soft and fluffy texture there.

"You fuckin'- ...pervert." He let Allan nuzzle against the crook of his neck, "Yeah I'm turned on. Idiot. You're rubbin' on me!"

"I have wanted to do this for a long time."

"I can- mhh- tell. Oh my God dude- don't give me a hickey under my fur- there's not a lot of it there! Careful-"

Allan slurped and nipped at Charlie's neck, "You smell so good."

"Allan- Ah-" Charlie made an animalistic noise, digging his claws into the other man's back, "Ohhh my-- fuck-"

"Shhh. You are loud. I bet Pim can hear you." Allan rasped, drooling all over his friend's fur.

"Good!"

"I bet his neighbors hear you."

"Fuck 'em! Augh- Ohh fuck keep going- bite me."

Allan smirked into Charlie's clavicle, "Yeah? You have a thing for being marked? Sure you don't want a hickey?"

"Fuck." Charlie whined pitifully, rolling his hips up into Allan's weight, "Come on, don't make fun of me. I'm at my lowest point right now!"

"You could launch me off of you in a heart-beat." Allan whispered, "You like having me on top of you. Don't lie to me." He ran his fingers delicately down Charlie's chest.

They shared a moment of silence, Charlie panted while Allan felt him up. His friend's slim fingers traced across his stomach.

Charlie couldn't hide it. Allan was beautiful, and it was really making him flustered, "Fuck, man. You're pretty."

"You're not gay? You sound like a queer to me." Allan chuckled, "And, thank you."

"Fuck you- uh- kiss me again. Please."

"Ah. The little boy knows how to beg."

"God you're a creep. It's making me hard."

"You like feeling like you're off limits?"

"Uhhhuh- Yuh."

"You like being my little boy?"

"I think so..."

"Yeah? You wanna call me daddy?"

Charlie didn't like how hard his cock throbbed at that. He didn't think he was into this sort of thing. Actually, he was about to politely decline. Why was his dick hard? Was he into this?

Normally he would laugh, or call Allan gross. But, for some reason, being alone with his coworker and having the option to engage with something so socially unacceptable really got him going. Was that the fun of it?

"Y-Yeah. I think." Charlie looked off to the side. Just tonight. Just tonight he'd let himself experiment with crazy shit. He may never get another chance like this. After tonight, they would definitely all want to forget it. It would be like it never happened, right?

"Say it."

"D- ... Daddy."

"That's right. You're so good at listening. You should act like this more often." Allan spanked him on the thigh.

"Fuck, dude- this is so wrong." Charlie whispered nasally, "This is so bad."

"Does that turn you on?"

"I think so. Aw, God."

"I always knew you were a freak."

"Am I like- a bad person?"

"No. Just let yourself get off to it." Allan rolled his eyes at Charlie's catholic guilt.

"Hhhgh- I'm so fuckin' horny right now, man."

"I know. Do you want me to kiss you again?"

"Yes, please. Please. Daddy."

"Good boy. Okay. This time, try moving your tongue up and down against mine. To a rhythm. Instead of back and forth."

Charlie pulled Allan down again by the shoulders, mashing their mouths together sloppily. Allan could feel Charlie's tongue dip into his mouth. Allan's tongue traced over Charlie's sharp canines. He had to admit, Charlie was a fast learner.

"Guys?" Pim's voice broke them out of their passionate session.

Charlie almost yelled, voice peaking in a nasally shout. He had almost forgotten Pim was here, "Holy shit, dude! Give us like- a heads up from farther away next time!" He pushed Allan back.

"Sorry- it's just- this is my bed so-"

"Right. Uh- Shit. Sorry."

Allan repositioned himself, and watched the two get situated back on the bed. He saw Pim sway, and he began to wonder if it were a good idea to leave him alone to his own devices in that bathroom. What had Pim even been doing in there for so long?

"How much of that did you hear?" Charlie asked timidly.

"Not much. I just got back- were you two kissing?"

"Uh- I don't know maybe? I can't remember."

"Charlie. It just happened a second ago."

"Yeah dude I have like- a condition where I sometimes just forget things. Don't be ableist." Charlie lied, trying hard not to meet Allan's knowing and smug glance.

"Oh. Uh. Okay." Pim decided to let it go. He draped a towel carefully over the bed.

Allan hadn't even noticed Pim had carried that over here. He gave a nod when Pim looked up at him in a seeming search of approval, "Good. That will keep the bed clean."

"Yay." Pim smiled tiredly, but sincerely. He felt delirious on the THC and lack of sleep, "Yippee..."

"I forgot you were naked." Charlie commented, poking Pim's belly, "You're so cute and tiny."

"You're being silly." Pim giggled quietly.

"What did you do in there?" Charlie asked, wiping his mouth with his wrist.

"Oh! I- I took- Um, I..." Pim took a moment to collect himself, "I just cleaned myself out a bit. I tried to go to the bathroom, then i washed myself off down there. Then I got in the tub and used some soap to... like-"

"You fingered yourself with soap in the tub?" Charlie interrupted, eyes widening.

Pim nodded sheepishly, "Um- and- I made sure I'm clean."

"You fingered yourself alone in a cold tub for like- twenty minutes?" Charlie continued, surprised.

"Yeah. Is that bad?" Pim asked, "I just wanted to make sure I'm clean."

"Did you like, put you fingers up there?"

"Y-Yes. Is-"

"Two? How deep?"

"Yes. Um... I... think... to here?" Pim pointed to the base of his small finger. Allan and Charlie both made a desperate sound at that information.

"Fuck! Dude, that's so hot! I wish I could have seen that!"

Pim made a little noise at his friend's enthusiasm, face burning hot, "Wh- Charlie!"

"I'm serious. You're so worried about being clean. It's so goddamn adorable. So fuckin' worried about it that you shoved two fingers in yourself like a little greedy bitch." Charlie climbed on top of Pim's small body, pinning his friend down with his significant weight, "I'm so fuckin' hard right now. Fuck!" He growled, the sound emitting from deep in his throat.

Pim felt like he had just been pinned by a bear. Charlie's musk and arousal were competing with his natural alpha smells, "Oh my- Woah- You're really excited about this."

Allan watched, admiring how Charlie's pent up arousal was finally being honed in on where it needed to be. He was happy to have helped.

Charlie yanked off his own underwear, tossing them off to the side. He positioned Pim properly onto the towel. He almost considered just plowing into Pim raw. But, after feeling around for wherever the condom went, he found it had been warmed up. Whether it was under him during what Allan had just put him through, or under Allan at some point, it was the perfect temperature to just slip right on.

He ripped the pack open rabidly, pulling out the condom and slipping it onto himself expertly. Pim watched, finding it rather hard to see past Charlie's belly hanging down. Oh well, he could look up how condoms worked later.

Charlie emptied the remaining lubricant of the package onto his finger, letting it coat the thin fur on his paws, "I'm gonna shove my finger in you now, alright?"

"Shove?" Pim whimpered, "Uh- Okay. Just be ge-NTLE!" He yelped, hardly having any time to prepare before he felt himself being penetrated. He was still extremely worked up from his own hormones, "Charlie wait- I forgot to tell you- my doctor told me- my um- my prostate thingy- it's more sensitive because of how my nerve endings are. So-"

"So? I'm gonna milk you retarded."

"Ah! Wh- Charlie! You can't say that wo-"

Charlie couldn't control himself anymore. Pim's scent was back to driving him absolutely mad. He'd waited long enough. He moved his finger in a beckoning motion, causing the poor critter beneath him to wheeze out a cry.

His finger slipped in and out so smoothly, "God, you're stretchy. Do I even need to prep you up after how you fingerfucked yourself in that tub?"

"I- I don't know."

"You're asking for it." Charlie huffed, rolling his hips against Pim's thigh, "Look at this messy little pussy. It's so hungry for my dick." He slipped his fingers out to circle Pim's rim, tapping it with his fingers to make a sloppy noise.

Pim's mind spun, the filthy words feeling as if they were reprogramming his brain. He suddenly wanted Charlie to just plow into him. Fuck the build up, "Fuck me." Pim choked out pathetically.

"What was that?" Charlie grabbed Pim's legs, pulling them apart, "Say it again?"

"Please. Fuck me." Pim's body burned with humiliation. It went straight to his little cock, and Charlie watched it throb.

"I dunno." Charlie played coy, glancing back at Allan, "Do you think he wants it?"

"Hmmm. I am not sure." Allan played along, "It doesn't sound like he really needs it."

"Please! Please!" Pim pleaded, sounding on the verge of tears, "Please I'll do anything! Just please fuck me!"

Both Allan and Charlie felt as if someone had ignited fire between their legs. Hearing Pim cry and moan at the same time was a huge turn on already - and now he was really begging.

"Please!"

"Okay! Okay." Charlie chuckled darkly, holding onto Pim's thigh and aligning up with his entrance, "Take it."

With a single hard thrust, Charlie felt Pim's insides stretch around him. He was so tight. It felt like heaven, "Mmhhgh- Ohhh- Fuckkkk~" He gasped, drooling a bit onto Pim's mattress, "Fuck- Fuck- ohhh my God you feel so good." His eyes crossed. All he could see was white.

Pim gasped dryly, letting Charlie slip inside him deep. Oh god, it was deep. He could feel his insides getting stretched out to accommodate. It stung, but being this filled up with Charlie of all people was worth any temporary pain. The lubricant was definitely saving him from something getting torn.

"Fuckin' hole's suckin' on me- try to relax- Oh my God Pim fuckin' un-tense- you're gonna make me cum! Let me enjoy this-" Charlie barked, really ramming into him hard, "If I was- MMHgh- actually- raping you- I'd already be knocking you up. You're lucky you're a dude!"

"Charlie!" Pim gargled on his own drool, getting pressed in hard to his friend's chest fat, "Ah- Hhh-" He could barely breathe.

"Do it! Say the safe word I fuckin' dare you!"

Pim couldn't - he didn't want to. He knew Charlie knew that too.

"Imagine being- Fffucked- like this- right on the break room table- Ohhh shit- your cute little face would be covered in tears-"

With how hard he was being rocked, Pim hardly noticed when Allan settled up beside him. Pim could smell the arousal on him.

"Gh-" Pim looked up drearily, seemingly delirious from being fucked so hard, "Allan."

"Shh. It's okay. I'm here." Allan comforted Pim as if the little critter wasn't having the time of his life, "Do you like being used like this?"

"Mmhmm!" Pim cried, nodding aggressively, "Yeah- ahh-"

"That's our sweet boy. Does Charlie's dick feel good? Is it making you all dizzy?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want me to plug that mouth of yours up so you can scream all over my cock?"

Pim's mind was long lost. This might as well be a dream. He hadn't realized how badly he needed this. He hadn't
put together until now that what he required all along had been around him from nine to five for the past few years, "Yes please!"

"So polite." Allan smiled, guiding his cock from its sheathe. He bumped it messily against Pim's face.

With a pitiful sound of desperation, Pim turned to it, opening his mouth as he was bounced against Charlie's cock. Allan slipped in with ease, gasping quietly at how good Pim's mouth felt. It was so soft. Maybe it was because Pim was amphibious. Whatever it was, this felt perfect.

"You were just made for this, weren't you?" Allan praised, shivering with arousal, "Okay- hahh- tap my leg three times if you need me to stop. I do not think I will be able to hold back."

"Fuck the safe word! He needs this!" Charlie groaned, picking up his pace, "Jus' listen to him!"

"I hear him." Allan exhaled, holding Pim's head steady to let Pim nurse on the tip of his dick. The wet plapping sounds of Charlie's cock slipping in and out of Pim wasn't doing any good for their already critically horny mental states. It was messy, and sloppy. Allan could have sworn the temperature in the room had gone up by at least fifty degrees.

Allan yelped when he felt Pim moan, nearly choking on his cock. The vibrations felt so fucking good - Charlie hadn't been lying. The visual of a frog's throat passed through Allan's mind. He wondered if that's why this felt this way - Pim's anatomy was just built for emitting such sounds. Now that it was plugged, it felt like the noise was shooting through his dick like a tuning fork.

"That feel good?" Charlie hissed, feeling Pim roll back against his dick, "You like riding my cock?"

"Ghh-Lggh- HHnbgh!!" Pim couldn't see straight. The tip of Charlie's cock was slipping past his prostate at a speed that he couldn't even imagine doing to himself. He might cum without even touching himself. He didn't even know it was possible to feel this good.

"Am I rubbing on something nice in there?" Charlie chuckled nasally, "You like that?"

Pim's eyes were crossed, pupils rolled back, one eye half lidded and one fluttering open and shut. He let Charlie use his body, really just crush him and fuck him useless. He couldn't verbalize anything.

"So fuckin' cute." Charlie praised, voice tight, "Oh shit- I'm- I think I'm gonna seriously cum."

"I was holding back until you finished." Allan admitted breathlessly.

Pim was at his breaking point. He reached out to Allan, holding tightly onto the older critter's leg. He felt it in his chest, down to his crotch, the feverish heat. His nipples almost burned with the amount of arousal coursing through him. With his free hand, he pinched at one of them, shivering hard at the stimulation. He really was going to cum without even jerking off.

Before he could consider trying to hold it back, Charlie's thick, throbbing cock glans and length slide past his prostate like a snake. He almost screamed, the sound going mute as his throat tried to block it out. His mouth opened slightly around Allan's dick as he held his breath in a silent scream. Slugs of cum gushed from his tip, thick and slippery. His body started to tremor.

Charlie couldn't handle the throbbing sensation of Pim tightening up around him. He couldn't focus on not filling the condom inside of his friend up when he was witnessing Pim cum all over himself hands free.

"Mhh!" Charlie grunted, "Fuck!" He forced himself in deeper, his orgasm shooting through his cock so intensely it felt like he was going to pass out. The fur on his body stood near straight, and he wheezed.

Pim's aftershocks made him nearly choke, his paws twitching and kicking with every intense pulse his dick was tortured with. It felt like he was still cumming. He couldn't stop the twitching. He sobbed in pleasure, letting Charlie's length abuse his prostate. He felt the condom engorge right against it.

Pim felt Allan pull away, and heard him make such an endearing noise. A moan mixed with a long trill. Two sounds at once - Pim reminded himself to ask how Allan's vocal cords worked after all this.

The three of them were spent. Charlie pulled out, trying hard to keep the cum from gushing out the base of the condom when he slipped it off, "Ohhh my God." He panted, "Pim. Allan. Oh my God."

"Hm?" Allan couldn't think when his afterglow was so saturated.

"We seriously just fucked."

"Can you regret it later? I just want some quiet." Allan waved a hand, his other occupied one was currently filled with the cum he was able to catch. The rest of it drenched Pim's bare chest.

"I don't ... I don't think I regret it." Charlie sounded conflicted, "I liked that. What does that mean?" He tied the condom, holding it in his hands and fidgeting with it.

"How can you- breathe- right now?" Pim asked, sounding as if he had just run an entire mile.

"It means you're a fag-got." Allan smirked.

"I'm a faggot. Damn." Charlie seemed to genuinely own it, "I'm a straight up faggot. What do I do about that?"

"Guys." Pim complained weakly, "That's a slur."

"You think I'm joking, dude? I'm a straight up man fucker now. I am a slur! I am a sentient slur!"

"Just say you're gay." Pim watched Allan crawl to the base of the bed to clean his hand off.

"I'm a gaybo." Charlie swallowed his built up saliva.

"Well." Pim didn't have the energy to argue.

"Let me help you all clean up." Allan offered.

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They had all tidied up to some degree, Pim lay naked on the moist towel, now soaking up the body heat of Charlie who was wrapped around him. Allan had taken a paper towel with warm water and carefully cleaned up his chest.

Then, he and Charlie were out almost immediately, their orgasms completely wrecking them.

Allan smiled warmly at the sight. Pim was adorable, and despite it all, Charlie was too.

The sun was coming up. Allan walked over to the blinds, taking caution to drop them down as quietly as possible.

He adjusted his tie, walking over to the table where his glass of water was still half full. He took a quiet sip, before gulping the rest down. His throat had been dry. It was good to rehydrate after something like this.

He picked his phone up, inputting the passcode and swiping through his instant messages.

He located the boss, and began to text,

'Hey. I know you get tired of Charlie calling off of work, but he'll need the day off today. Pim is on his cycle, and Charlie helped him out. If you know what I mean.'

He hit send, grinning deviously to himself. This wasn't the first time he'd sent something like this to Mr. M.

What he didn't expect however was the immediate reply,

'Ooooh. Send pics and i'll let you all off the hook?'

Allan grinned. 'I can probably still come in today.'

'Nah. Office can be closed for one day. ;)'

'Are you busy too?' His boss let him get away with far too much. He supposed those were the perks of being the manager.

'Up late gaming. :( Maybe a little sick with a hangover. and also. Um. Seriously send those pics? It'll make me feel better!'

Allan squinted at his phone screen.

Mr. M was always doing crazy stuff like this, and somehow always managed to pull Allan down to his level.

Sure, why not. Maybe he just wanted proof.

Allan got up again from the chair, opening his phone camera. He turned his flash off, positioning the frame in a way where he wouldn't get any of Pim's ass or genitals in the shot. Charlie was so nestled under the bedsheets it didn't really matter for him. He snapped the photo.

'Pim got spit roasted last night. I think you were right about him. He is just a slut.' He attached the image, pacing around the room.

He looked out through the blinds. The streets were already filling with the chaotic rush of cars. The world they lived in was fucked up, but quiet moments like these made it all worth it. His phone buzzed.

'Oooh. Yum.'

Allan rolled his eyes, trying not to chuckle at that response.

Then another reply 'Send me pics of his dick? ;)'

'No. That is too far.'

'Fiiine. :('

Allan placed his phone back into his satchel, checking to see if he had everything. Wallet, phone, keys. Yep. He checked twice just in case. All still there.

Maybe one more time. He counted over the three items.

Before he left, he tucked Pim in. The pink critter barely stirred.

Allan grabbed a pen from the kitchen table, using a spare piece of note paper to write a message.

'I am going to head home. I left at five AM. Don't worry about work today. Told the boss you were sick. He trusts me."

He stuck the note to the inside of the front door, giving one last look at his slumbering coworkers.

Things might not ever be the same between them.

But, maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing.

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