beforethefall
Post 4, 07/21/2004
Hidden Agenda
Author: summersabummer
Date: July 22, 2004
Mood: Hopeful
Listening to: The Offspring - Ixnay on the Hombre [1997] - I Choose.mp3Hi my name's Mitch and I'm a husky! Me and my big brother are both Heatwave kids so I thought I might be able to contribute something to this thing Reggie's doing, lol. Uhhh I don't really write stuff like this so like, sorry if it's weird or whatever lol. I have some attention thing that makes it hard to focus sometimes. Lol my big bro used to get so frestrated when I couldn't pay attention to stuff when he was trying to teach me things and help me with my homework after dad got mad and walked off. Eddie's so cool man, he always jumped to be the rad big brother wayyyy more than his share of times as a kid. Eddie was always my rock in those days. He still is in a lot of ways, but I'm better at handling my stuff on my own now, which is good, because he has this HUGE family that he gets to be that rock for, now. I wonder sometimes, but I really do hope that I was good practice for him. Either way he's doing it right because they love him so much that I can't help but be super happy for him and proud of him. He's a good dad to his kids (4 girls 2 boys who are the coolest nieces and nephews ever!!!) and an even better husband to his wife, Kim. I used to be so jealous of her, when Eddie was starting to grow up and developed an interest in girls and started going out with her more serious. I still am, kinda; Eddie is so cool and it almost feels unfair that she gets him all to herself, even if Eddie makes a point to still spend time with his little brother when he can. Dont get me wrong lol I'm nothing but happy for Eddie and Kim and the kids but damn I hope I can even have a taste of what he's got someday lol that lucky dog.
OK I really gotta stop gushing about my big bro, lmao. Old habits whatever.
We went through the Heatwave together when I was 13, Mitch was 18; he just finished high school and was about to go to college, but like everyone knows how it went during the actual Heatwave these days, so I didn't want to talk about that so much but like I don't know I just need to set the stage or something. So like Eddie had Kim for the Heatwave and I didn't really have anyone and it was getting really ugly, so Eddie did the totally rad thing awesome big brothers do for their little bros, haha. He managed to talk Kim into letting me tie for the first time right after they finished and holy crap I thought I was gay back then but turns out I'm SO frigging bi lmaooo KNOTTING SPADE IS SO FUN AAAAAAAA. I still wonder if my oldest nephew might be mine, dude…he looks JUST like I did when I was little like lol. Kim I'm so sorry I wrote about that here but I figure it was long enough ago it doesn't matter anymore right? Hahahaa.
The doctors said the Heatwave did that straight thing to a lot of gay kids, like…it made them at least a LITTLE into pussy too, weird freaky breeding instincts man I don't get it but nobody really does even after all this time. Haha it even got that one skunk kid that EVERYONE knew was super gay since middle school.
OH RIGHT so thats actually why I'm here, to talk about the doctors man…something weird was going on and I'm not sure anyone really knows the true motives of those government creeps they sent to take over the old county clinic building by Mallyworld. Right after the Heatwave the CDC set up a big tent city, and everyone had to go through screening and tests. Nobody knew what was going on so we all just sort of went along with it. It wasn't too bad, really. They'd check our vitals every week and draw blood and we'd have to give them sperm samples, which…you know, us Heatwave kids didn't really mind that part I guess, but it got routine fast. After a few weeks the CDC sort of shrugged because they couldn't find anything WRONG with us really, just changed, and then the NSA and FBI and CIA and a bunch of other three-letter agencies sent a bunch of specialists to come out ‘as a matter of national security’ to get to the bottom of what happened. Ugh.
The 'joint task force' was the ones that offered us kids ‘rare opportunities’ to do big-sounding things like ‘help our nation enter a new millenium of scientific breakthroughs’ and ‘contribute to our national security’ and ‘lead to discoveries that could advance reproductive healthcare for billions of poeple’, just sign on the line with our parents and come in after school ‘a few times a week’ ( like every day) for ‘a few tests’ and to participate in ‘a few harmless experiments’ they said. Us Kaneqs are good dogs, and at least back then were pretty patriotic and eager to help our country you know, so we felt compelled to get signed up. I was a little scared, but Eddie promised me he'd sign up if I did, so I wouldn't have to go alone. He's such a great big brother man, I love him so much it hurts. Tons of us kids ended up going into the studies, some because we wanted to help, a lot more because their parents smelled a free daycare for their kids that would keep them busy 'til they could get picked up after the parents got off work. Up to that point we had no reason to doubt them though, to us kids they were the same sort of benign government weirdos as the CDC doctors, and that was harmless enough, wasn't it?
That's when they took over the big old county clinic too! They would send these big fancy charter busses to the schools after class and picked all of us volunteers up, and dropped us off at that clinic building. The waiting room had a big screen TV they played Nickelodeon on and toys and games and stuff for the littler kids. The teenagers and tweens like me would usually just sit around the big tables and do homework or talk and try to set up hookups with other kids, cuz', well, you know. But we never really had to wait long to go back, most of the waiting room was used once our stuff was done for the day and we were waiting for our parents to pick us up if the weather was bad, lol. Me, Tommy, Lacy, Billy, Erica, Eddie and Kim would just sort of hang out at one of the big group tables and talk and joke around mostly on those days, otherwise we'd just walk home. Billy and Lacy were foxes and Erica was a coyote, and they always got super embarassed when the rest of us - all huskies - were goofing off and being loud and stupid, hahahah. What can I say, huskies are loud as hell and we embrace it, and they're just mad they can't keep up.
Whenever we showed up they checked us in, and gave us our wristband for the day. Green was the disappointing one, at least at first. Always just kinda boring interviews and questionnaires, but eventually they started asking about a bunch of different horny things and asking us how we felt about pictures and videos and stuff and sometimes there was like, really hot stuff they'd show us haha, that was kind of fun sometimes. Blue was used for boys only, it was the nutrition group while they were trying to figure out how to supplement us so we didn't cum ourselves into malnutrition. The girls got pink wristbands; Kim told us they basically did the same thing but there was a pretty big focus about making sure the girls with Heatwave babies stayed healthy through the pregnancy, at least for those that didn't abort. The orange wristbands were where things started getting weird. You'd get an orange wristband once a week - they'd take us back into a big back-room ten at a time and have us strip naked. Then they'd stand us up in front of a camera and record us while they took measurements of EVERYTHING… Like all the way down to the length of our ears and how big around our fingers were and how big us boys' balls were or how deep us boys' sheaths and the girls' pussies were…like EVERYTHING. Every week. All on tape. It was really embarassing, especially since we didn't really get any privacy, all in that group room like that…but, well, it got more embarassing.
They'd hook us up to all these monitors, like on our heads and our chests and everywhere, just all wired up with sensors and then ask us to get boners and they'd measure those too, still all in front of those cameras… Then they'd give us a toy with a suction hose that would collect our mess and they'd let us get off, finally, while they let us watch a video or something on the projector as a reward for being good or whatever haha. Sometimes they were pretty hot, I gotta say! Haha. Rumor has it that they were experimenting on us, using subliminal messaging in the videos to see if they could warp what we developed interests in, just to see how deep into our heads that they could get with the Heatwave's help. It wasn't all bad though, and thankfully I think most of us came out without any too-crazy fetishes, haha! My favorite was the horny cartoons that I guess they commissioned to get made for us, like I've got no idea how they managed it but it was real deal Disney and Warner Brothers shorts, but with dicks and boobs and sex and stuff. Hahaha I still remember my favorite one actually, it was the one where Buster Bunny and Plucky were trying to out-do each other showing off for Babs because they both wanted to fuck her and Fifi was getting crazy jealous, haha. I wonder if I could find a copy of that somewhere… Anyway, the orange wristbands were just the start lol.
White wristbands were more about the psychology side I think. They'd do experiments and test our reactions to stimulus and stuff, like…lots of sensors again, sometimes we'd be in groups, other times we'd be alone or they'd put us in this big kinda' scary scanner machine. It wasn't so bad, I guess, but they did show us some pretty weird stuff to see if the Heatwave influenced what we'd be attracted to or something. The stuff they showed us could be anything - it ranged from pictures of landscapes and nature and stuff, other times it was scarier things, or kinda cute wholesome stuff, and sometimes they'd even have like full-blown porno, even some really weird shit that I THOUGHT was illegal but I guess the government can do whatever they want. The worst was when you'd pop a boner looking at pictures of baby cubs though man, cuz…yeah that would be on video too, and all the sensors, and everyone else in the room would hear the machines change their tone as they scribbled about your boner-y brainwaves on those long strips of paper and you'd get ragged on pretty good for it even though everyone knew it wasn't your fault. Pretty sure there's a lot of us that are on FBI watch lists for shit like that though cuz those government dweebs didn't know that, like, the ONE thing we didn't need the scientists to tell us was that the Heatwave's weird about kids…like wires got crossed between ‘aww look at the cute kiddo’ and ‘fuck yeah let’s make one' or something, right? LOL.
The white groups was where they first figured out exactly how to set the Heatwave off too! They did a whole bunch of tests and trials and experiments to figure out how to get our heads into the right place where the Heatwave would take over and turn us into total Heatwave-brained cretins for a while lmao. They literally boiled our weird mind-controlly weaknesses down to a science. Those were the groups that started to get outright sexual beyond just getting measurements and samples too, they even had us doing stuff with each other sometimes…it was never like, hardcore fucking or sucking dick or something but they would prime us until we started overflowing and then keep testing our responses to different stimuli. Sometimes they'd pair us up to try things they couldn't substitute any other way, things that needed a real person to be there to …you know. Do that. Lol. But it was never like, actually having sex or anything. That was purple. They'd have us like hug each other or sniff each other's hair or stare into each other's eyes and stuff like that, it was more about like all of our different senses and how they could bring it on, I guess???
Hahaha I just remembered something funny that happened in a white group! They had us sniffing sweaty t-shirts, my cousin Tommy got so turned on from one that he started overflowing and shot all the way across the room and hit one of the docs right in the face. (It smelled really awesome I kinda get it haha but it was nowhere near as good as one of my big bro's shirts from P.E.!) That was so funny man, the doctor kinda freaked out and all of us kids laughed so damn hard…at least the ones that didn't get their Heatwave set off from seeing that happen, hahahahaa. Tommy's cool as hell man I gotta tell him about this blog and push him to tell some stories. It's a shame he's so FREAKING straight because the dude is a legend and he's well hung lol; exactly what everyone should expect from us huskies. ;o)
Haha okay so anyway, then we had the purple wristbands. Those were like… functional tests, I guess you could say haha. Like they'd call us at home the night before and tell us to not jerk it and wear padding to soak up the overflow during the next day if we were leakers, because they wanted to do tests to see how much and how fast we could produce semen and stuff and needed us to start off on a full tank lol. It was crazy…purple wristbands were pretty intense usually, and those were the ones where they'd sometimes pair us up with people or have big groups together that got really…REALLY physical. We had to agree to all that stuff, and sign off on consent forms to do purple testing, but the contracts and NDAs and stuff all let us do that without our parents having to know about it, and it was pretty rare a kid would actually decline to do a purple test since it usually meant free and easy sex even if the environment was a little weird. Ah dude they had these RAD games and machines I totally wanna tell a story about now but I'm not tellin that today, nah. I remembered why I really wanted to write this one…
So, uhhhh… then there was the red wristbands…ugh. The purple tests were always voluntary - and they were sort of a way they ‘paid us off’ so we would do the red tests that they MADE us do. At first it was exciting, but eventually we started to resent the red wristbands, because over time they got more and more common once the scientists got enough data from just doing measurements and basic tests and stuff you know and wanted to start experimenting more heavily. Red was for limit-breaking, at least that's the best term that us kids could come up with. They would actually set us up with IV fluids and oxygen and everything for them. It could've been just about anything but it was usually some sort of test that took our autonomy away and was about testing our physical responses to experimental substances and basic stimuli or new sensations and stuff, or was about studying our endurance more than…I guess our ability to ‘handle it’. Um, if you aren't Heatwaved its probably hard to see how there's a difference, but…like sometimes when you're like REALLY into it and going off really hard it feels like you're falling, like when you're just falling asleep and you dream that you're falling you know; you have this reflex to catch yourself and you sort of lurch in place, and it can interrupt the Heatwave's flow and kinda stop your orgasm early…the limit-breaking tests didn't let that ‘catch’ happen though and sent you fully down into that falling place until they were done testing whatever it was they wanted to test, or they decided you had enough. I gotta say despite everything it's a high a lot of us figured out how to get on our own over time, we just needed to be shown it was possible lol. Literally no chance you weren't sore for the next couple days after a red wristband. I think they were testing drugs or pheromones or something on us too sometimes, because on top of the IV stuff, sometimes they'd peel these plasticy paper-sort of things open and have us sniff the inside of them and dude some of them were CRAZY.
Oh man I forgot to say but like, they published these leader-boards for the games and tracked a bunch of crazy metrics for us to compete over and to keep us engaged with the testing, and they updated in real time while we were in the chambers. Those of us who'd finished for the day would sit out in the waiting room a lot of the time just crowded around the monitors and watch a new kid rise through the ranks during their first red wristband test just to see where they landed. It was such a dramatic difference that they started flagging limit-broke results on the leaderboards so kids that hadn't gone through their first red tests yet weren't chasing unrealistic goals lmaaoooo. The volume leaderboards were all anyone really cared about, since intangible stuff like sperm count (I was 2nd place on my age group!!!) and sperm motility (1st place!!!!!!) and cervical dialation and that stuff wasn't so flashy as cumming or squirting buckets. I never got past 6th place for volume out of like eighty kids on the 13-17 leaderboard, but that was a pretty easy one to score high on when you were on the older end of it. My big brother only got up to 34th for volume on the 18+ leaderboard and he blows way more than I do haha.
Red wristbands were intense, but they had a certain kind of prestige attached to them for whatever reason, like bragging rights…but they were the only ones that got truly, seriously dangerous, too.
Mike was a pig kid like seven years younger than me, he was real little when the Heatwave hit. But it was four or five years after the Heatwave, well into the studies at that point, when he finally started going through his Heatwave puberty (super late bloomer for us), and dude… Mike hit first place on the 9-12 leaderboard on his first and only try, by a mile. I remember watching along with a bunch of the other kids as he climbed the rankings and soared right to the top, and just kept going. Crazy thing is, the numbers were still going up even when the ambulance showed up and the paramedics rushed through the doors into the back halls… The doctors all denied it of course but every last one of us that was there that day was 100% certain those fucking docs kept him on the rack long after they knew he was in trouble. Turns out he had an undiagnosed heart defect, and it just couldn't take the stress when they put him on the rack and broke him.
RIP Mike, you total stud. You went out a legend. I hope you're breeding every fine vixen and rabbit girl and cute little piggy girl in Valhalla, dude, cuz you earned it, man.
And, well. That was it for the Heatwave studies. They shut down operations the next day, issued stupid-ass ‘we didn’t do anything wrong but sorry anyway' public apologies and closed the facility and were gone in less than a week's time. They did end up paying a huge settlement to Mike's family, but the class-action lawsuits and stuff that followed when everything else started coming to light was basically stonewalled by the government, they never really went anywhere and those scientists and researchers all basically vanished into thin air. So much for the pride and honor of serving a grateful nation, I guess.
It's hard sometimes to not be bitter about a lot of what happened there in retrospect, but …well, one thing is for sure. All throughout history, scientific advancement is usually carried on the backs of the people that are used for research, and those that the experiments are run on. We're no different…I just hope whatever they learned can help people. That would make it all worth it to me, and I'm betting that's what Mike would've wanted too, he was a pretty cool kid from what I knew. I think a lot of us kids that were there have decided to forge ahead and not be too resentful, since we can't just endlessly give our trauma power over us like that; that gets you nothing but more wasted time. Besides, we did have a lot of fun times there in spite of it all. Maybe that's just the good old fashioned dog in me though haha, gotta live in the moment and be thankful for what you got - and man I've got a LOT if anyone wants to hook up, just saying. :o)
About the Author:
My name is Mitch Kaneq, I'm 23 years old, a Siberian Husky, and me and my awesome big brother Eddie are both Heatwave survivors. I'm single and if you wanna get in touch uhh look me up on MySpace! I like to hang out at the pool a lot in the summer and in the winter I'm probably gonna be running! A friend told me about this blog and I wanted to contribute to the story, so here I am. Uhhh I'm not sure what else to put here so bye!
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In 1994…#
Despite being accompanied by a couple friends from his class on the bus, Mitch looked around nervously as he climbed down the coach bus's stairs, his eyes skimming through the crowd of other kids as they disembarked from the busses. It was only ten minutes after three, and the thirteen year old husky shrugged his backpack up his shoulders to adjust it briefly before he craned his neck higher and hunted for his brother, nervous at being in the strange, bustlingly-crowded place alone. He and Eddie made a deal…if one signed up, both would, so they'd never have to be there alone. They'd only been to the after-school clinic twice before, and on this Wednesday, Mitch's anxiety was higher than usual as a thought raced through the pup's mind.
Eddie promised he'd be here. Why isn't he here?
The young husky nervously fidgeted on his spot for nearly a full minute before he saw him in the crowd; proud and strong and brave as could be in his gym shorts and t-shirt as he talked with his girlfriend Kim by the front door of the facility.
“Eddie!” Mitch called as he ran toward his brother, and rushed him with a hug as the elder husky laughed and ‘oof!’ed from the young boy's impact against his chest. He hugged his little brother and ruffled his ears.
“Hey, there you are!” Eddie merrily stated as he doted attention on his favorite little brother. Mitch flashed a little smile to Kim as she folded his ear and scratched behind it too, and Mitch leaned into the attention.
“Hey, kiddo. Ready to go in with us? We've been waiting. Your bus was late today.” Kim said, her tail wagging. Mitch couldn't help but wag in turn, harder than usual. He was glad he'd been able to get to know Kim better over the last few weeks.
“Yeah, let's go!" Mitch eagerly said, following the older pair through the lobby doors as he talked. "We couldn't leave on time cuz' Sam got knotted to Terry's butt in the bathroom after class," Mitch giggled, “And they had to wait for it to go down. But they made it!” Eddie and Kim both laughed as they got into the short line at the reception desk.
Reception wasn't terribly difficult, it turned out. They walked up to the desk, put their hand on the scanner, and the person on the other side of the table would put a colored paper wristband on them before they could pick their hands up off the scanner. As the last of each color group was checked in, they'd be called in to their exams or testing as a whole group. It was a well-oiled machine that moved people through the process rapidly, and before long Mitch was wagging his tail as they walked into the lobby waiting area to wait for their groups to be called, comparing his wristband to Eddie's.
“They put yours on crooked, heh! Guess they sensed you aren't quite straight,” Mitch teased, and Eddie laughed, folding the pup's ears both back with a single swipe of his hand.
“Pff, like you're the epitome of straightness yourself, dude. We both got white though, that's cool, right?” he asked, winking to Kim before offering an apologetic but joking, “Sorry about the pink again. I swear your puppy's Mitch's fault, and totally not the like…sixty times we did it before giving him a turn."
“It was definitely Mitch's fault,” Kim teased, “He was so needy, you know. It makes sense. I hope you're planning on being a good daddy, Mitch,” Kim grinned as Mitch whined.
“It's not my fault! I only did that once. Twice. … Twice, right? No, I guess it was really more like five times, but it was like..two and three, you know, over two different …” the husky boy's expression went vacant for a moment as he stood at the edge of the work table the three had made their way to. “…What were we talking about, again?”
“About you sitting down and doing your homework while we wait to get called. C'mon, let's get the hard stuff out of the way before dad's around to make it worse with some old math trick from the sixties," Eddie grinned, and Mitch giggled a little as he pulled his bookbag off and set it on the table to look through his Trapper-Keeper. The brief digging through his things was interrupted as a coyote, husky and two red foxes sat down opposite the trio at the table; the only Aardvark Heights power-couples that could rival Eddie and Kim's own relationship, as far as Mitch's friend group was concerned. Erica the coyote girl, and Billy the red fox boy had been going out since well before the Heatwave, and Tommy - Mitch and Eddie's cousin - and Lacy were still as intensely infatuated with each other as they first were during the Heatwave, even despite being a few school-years apart.
“Hey guys! You got white wristbands too, cool! Did you hear about Sam and Terry, dude? Haha!” Tommy laughed, the husky's tail wagging as Mitch looked up from his backpack.
“Tommy, dude! Who even knots at school like, what the heck!” the husky laughed, play-huffing as Billy grinned, ready to chip in.
“Sam apparently, hah! He should totally learn to hold back though man, what if they needed him to…y'know. Here?” the fox wondered.
“Green group! Green? Wow, look at you all! Let's go back and we'll get you all split up into your rooms.”
“Woah, Green's like, all little-little gradeschool kids today…" Mitch said, easily distracted as he watched the kids file through the doors. He returned to the topic easily enough, "You really think they'd want us to …do that, here?” Mitch wondered.
“My brother said he heard that the white, purple and red wristbands are the good ones to get,” Lacy said.
“I heard that too,” Kim confirmed, “I guess they divide the kinds of testing. Have fun with your white bands I guess, boys. We'll sit here with our stupid pink wristbands and get stuff like ultrasounds and our cervixes swabbed again I guess, ugh.”
“Hey, it's not our fault you guys went and got pregnant,” Tommy instantly teased, getting a laugh from the whole table.
“Yes it is, you dweeb!” Lacy instantly laughed, swatting at him with the fashion magazine she'd found in front of her at the table. “It's your fault I'm not going to get to play varsity in my senior year, you know?”
“I'm the only one that's actually innocent here!” Mitch giggled, though Kim gave him a dagger-eyed stare down the table that quieted his giggling immediately.
“You could have aborted. I think you still can, for a few more weeks, right?” Eddie wondered. Kim nodded.
“Yeah, twelve weeks from the end of the Heatwave they say, so you've got time.”
“Ugh, I don't think I want to do D&E though. It sounds so grisly and like, cruel," Lacy said, looking a little mournful at the idea.
“It's not really like that nasty video they showed in Freshman year health class to scare girls away from getting abortions, you know,” Kim scoffed, “It's not like you're actually watching it happen…but I get it, too, like…I never really wanted kids but now this feels more important than anything has felt before,” she said, placing a hand over her still-flat belly.
“Orange group? Orange? Come on back.”
“I know, but …yeah, like you said. I already feel like I have to take care of her,” Lacy said, holding her own belly. Erica, the youngest of the three girls, boggled at Lacy.
“There's no way you already know it's a girl.”
“Well no, but…I hope so. I think a little girl would be nice. Better than some smelly boy,” Lacy teased, shouldering Tommy who laughed.
“No matter what our kid's gonna be half fox, so they're gonna be at least a little smelly,” the husky tween teased.
“You rotten, fucking, prick!” Lacy balked, laughing as she repeatedly swatted at Tommy's shoulder while he ducked and shielded himself behind his backpack, “A little help whipping this little shit's ass in the name of vulpinity, Billy?”
“I'm staying out of it!” Billy laughed, his ears perking as he heard the door to the backrooms of the clinic open again.
“White group! White? We've got an orientation for you today.” the coordinator called from the doors to the back, and the boys startled a bit.
“That's us! Come on!” Eddie urged, ruffling his little brother's ears as Mitch hastily zipped up his backpack, having never even retrieved his Trapper-Keeper. Billy and Tommy pushed up from the table and Eddie kissed his girlfriend's lips.
“Gonna' be thinking about you,” Eddie promised, and Kim laughed and rolled her eyes as the younger boys all started mocking gagging sounds to tease the older boy.
“Just try to save some for me, dork!” Kim called after Eddie as he followed several paces behind the boys.
The group room the three huskies and fox were escorted to was different than the last two rooms they'd seen on their previous visits, though it was just as brightly lit as the others. Along one wall, a row of four cameras stood, their red lights already illuminated. Opposite the cameras and arranged in a neat line that was centered in the camera's view, first an “X” in black tape on the floor, then a pace further, a fairly standard plastic school chair with a broad tail cutout, and two paces beyond that was a desk table, with a large plastic bin atop it. Against the wall opposite the cameras behind large clear plastic curtains, racks of instrumentation and printers hummed quietly, patiently awaiting signals to interpret. The boys were each directed to their own table as the cameras recorded their entry, and assistants paired up with each youth. A later-middle-aged badger in a lab coat smiled from behind his spectacles to the boys as he stood with clipboard in hand and watched them enter.
“Hello, boys! Thank you again for coming out this afternoon. You can call me Doctor K. - in the interest of respecting your time, if you'd please go ahead and take your clothes off and place all your things in your respective bins, that would save us a bit of time. Multitasking, you know - while we give you a quick orientation. So, going down the line, here, we have Eddie and Mitch - full-blood brothers, yes? Not step-brothers or half-brothers?"
As they disrobed and handed their clothing to the assistants, their clothing was folded and tucked into the bin for safe-keeping. Mitch nodded eagerly in response to the badger as he set his backpack into the bin himself, and handed off his t-shirt.
“Yeah! Same parents. Tommy's our cousin too," he said with a happy wag of his tail that slowed as he hesitated while undoing his belt and bluejeans' fly. He looked over to his cousin, then his big brother, who were in the active process of disrobing, but Tommy caught him looking and laughed.
“What're you looking at, dork?” Tommy giggled, tugging his athletic shorts down in front and flashing his cousin playfully. Mitch blushed furiously and laughed as he pushed his jeans down and kicked them off, before picking them up from the floor along with his inside-out underwear and stuffing them into the bin, only to be retrieved by the assistant and folded properly a moment later.
“Still trying to figure that out myself, dude,” Mitch giggled as his ears burned pink, and he turned his attention toward Eddie, who was a far more exciting sight, having disrobed from his gym clothes easily. The eighteen-year-old husky brother's body was chiseled from his high-school football career and religious gym routine, and he was already leaning against the table, stark naked as one of the assistants was hooking him up to what was becoming their ‘usual’ suite of sensors. Mitch's assistant was approaching him with a fistful of sensors as well, and the boy fidgeted a little awkwardly as he tried to suppress the bit of lipstick he was growing.
“Alright, boys. Let's keep things moving. Tommy - the cousin. And Billy, just a friend, no relation?” the badger smiled.
“Yeah, that's right,” Billy said as he was pulling his t-shirt off over his head. His pants were already around his ankles, and his pubic fur was spiked in a dried spatter of semen from an earlier relief session, though nobody seemed to pay it any mind.
“Great. Now, as I said before; I'm Dr. K, and I'm one of those nerds that never stopped going to school. I'm here to study how the Heatwave changed your reproductive biology, sexual psychology and responses to common stimuli. Sounds fun, right?" the badger paused. The kids knew their queue, even as the assistants were wiring them up to dozens of sensors and binding the wires into a thick cable behind them.
“Hi, Dr. K.,” the boys responded in classroom-like unison, before snickering faintly as their scattered confirmations of the testing sounding fun broke their unison.
“That's great. And you guys are willing to try some things even if they're a little weird, right - in the name of science? I think we're all aware the Heatwave can have some odd influences on our behavior, and that's what we're here to study.”
“Yes, Dr. K.” the boys answered in unison again as they got comfortable in the chairs once they were guided to them, settling in with their feet on their respective X's as the cameras recorded.
“There's some good lads. Just to understand our baseline here, in the same order, your orientation interviews logged you boys as…Heterosexual-questioning, questioning, heterosexual, and heterosexual?” the badger went down the list, gesturing toward each boy in turn with the clicker-end of his pen, and each boy gave a quick nod of confirmation. ”Good, good! And, well. Anything you'd like to add to that? Perhaps some…abnormal things that you liked before the Heatwave, so we can exclude those quirks from the results? Fetishes, taboos, kinks, twists, turns," Dr. K. joked. “You can answer by writing it down, if you wish to share it privately. We'll start with you, Eddie.”
“No, sir. Uh, they got everything in the orientation interview,” the husky blushed, with a sheepish grin over at his little brother.
“Mitch?”
“Uh…no, sir, nothing new. Uhm. Maybe a little. Last night I was watching cartoons and, uh.. it happened, but I think it was just because it reminded me of the video we got to watch during our orange test yesterday.” Mitch said with a sheepish giggle. The other boys cracked grins and suppressed snickers.
“Yeah, the cartoons seem to have gotten a lot of boys it'd seem; simple stimulus association - nothing to worry about, but I'll make a note of it. Alright, Thomas?”
“I wanna fuckin' breeeeeed,” Tommy joked, making the other boys break into fits of laughter at the one universal truth they all shared. Dr. K chuckled.
“So, no change, then? Don't worry, son; our session shouldn't take too long today and we'll get you back to your girlfriend. Billy?”
“…I've been having weird dreams. Does, uh…does that count?” the fox asked, with a bit more sincerity. The other boys seemed to have memories sparked, and stirred into action with that revelation.
“Me too,” Tommy said.
“Yeah, same here…” Mitch uttered. Eddie laughed.
“Yeah, same. Crazy vivid ones.”
“What kind of dreams?” Dr. K. wondered. The other boys let Billy talk.
“Uhm…like I'm a wolf in the wild and I have a whole harem and I need to make puppies and stuff. Sometimes it's weirder, like I'm humping or jerking off or something but when I cum it's big giant sperm that come popping out and wiggling all over the floor or, uh…" Billy giggled a little sheepishly. “Y-yeah, weird stuff like that.”
“Huh. Always, uh - sexual, in nature, then? You three, sound familiar?” Dr. K gestured with his pen to the others. Universal nods and sheepish giggles.
“Yeah. Sometimes, uh… it feels like other people are there. Like, in the dream with me,” Eddie commented. Mitch nodded his head eagerly and Tommy soon followed suit. Billy spoke up.
“Y-yeah, like, last night I had one like that. I dreamed that all of us … uh, this is really weird,” the young fox giggled, “But it was me and Tommy and Mitch and Eddie and Erica and Kim and Lacy, and… we were all in a car that had like milker things on the seats that sucked our dicks harder the faster we went and...”
“Eddie just floored it, right?” Tommy said, giggling.
“And every time one of us blew off it was like a nitro-booster or something right?” Mitch laughed, blushing. Tommy laughed, incredulous.
“And it pumped our cum into the girls and made them like, fill up with all the jizz until they looked super pregnant?! Dude..! Can we ask the girls? Are they nearby?”
“H-holy crap, guys. Is this for real?” Eddie laughed. Dr. K. looked impressed, and scribbled notes down on his clipboard, circling the note several times.
“Alright. Well, that's definitely a new finding. We will certainly be following up on that, as soon as we can. Uh, any real-world effects from those dreams, boys? Did you have to change underwear? Sheets?" the badger chuckled, though; he knew his audience a little too well. "Bedrooms? If so, I hope you were at least wearing the appropriate sleepwear.”
Universal nods around the room, with a few laughs at the last note.
“Well. That's fun,” Dr. K. joked. “We'll be talking about this soon, I'm sure - with some of our parapsychology specialists present. I have a feeling you'll enjoy Dr. C.'s company. For now, though, let's try to relax and clear our minds. I appreciate you boys being willing to do these group sessions; it's very important, since the Heatwave certainly seems to have a community aspect to its influence. And that's exactly why I'm here - To try to figure out what, exactly, it is about groups of Heatwaved youths that causes them to have such strong reactions together. So - you should expect to have… it happen, fairly regularly, in these sessions. Any questions?”
“We aren't going to get electrocuted if all these wires get wet, are we?” Eddie joked. Dr. K. chuckled.
“No worries, there; we'd thought of that, too,” the badger gestured with the clicker-end of his pen, “There's also showers so you can get cleaned up before going back out into the real world, just in case you need it. We expect you will. Sorry boys, but no fun toys or manual stimulation here, also nothing to catch so don't feel bad if you make a mess on the floor, it'll mop up; all a part of our control, no accessories or augmentations or," the badger made a universally-understood hand gesture, “Help - outside of the parameters of the testing, at least until we've gotten the measurements we're looking for. So, uh. Consider this whole room the splash zone,” the badger chuckled, and the boys did too as no further explanation was needed. “Any questions? Anyone want to bow out, with those things in mind?”
The four boys all shook their heads, despite the nerves bubbling in their stomachs.
“Great. So, to get things started, everyone go ahead and close your eyes, take a deep breath in through your nose, clear your mind, focus on breathing, and exhale through your mouth - repeat that a few times while we take some baseline measurements, and we'll begin with some easy hypotheticals, just to set the mood. Just answer honestly and with the first thing that comes to mind, no need to think about it. No wrong answers, boys.”
The boys complied as switches were flipped, and the machines buzzed and clattered to life behind them, scribbling innumerable measurements on perforated pin-feed paper that was collected in bar-coded boxes. Dr. K. let them relax for a full minute, before he spoke up again.
“Billy; imagine you're a feral alpha wolf in the woods. Your pack's nearby, on the hunt with you, but spread out in search of prey. These woods are always good hunting, though, and you're confident there is plenty of prey to be found. You find a clearing, and you hide in the bushes; in the clearing there's a young doe and she's clearly in estrus. She smells you and her head lifts, and she spots you hiding in the bushes. But instead of running, she presents herself to you. What do you do?" Dr. K. asked, poised to write on his notepad.
“Oh, I'm totally going to mount her,” Billy giggled. The other boys grinned a little bit, but stayed quiet. It was more serious, now that the machines were turned on. Dr. K. scribbled a quick note.
“Okay. Now imagine the same scenario, but now - it's been three days since you've eaten, and the pack is hungry; there's a dozen pups - YOUR pups - to feed back home; the females need meat to make milk. Your pack is all skilled hunters, but prey has been hard to come by. Does that change your answer?” Dr. K. probed.
“No. But I think I'd, uh… You know, do the natural thing, after.” Billy said, fidgeting atop his chair.
“Are you worried that you might form a bond with the deer after mating with her?”
“No. She's prey. It doesn't matter if I breed her first, she won't make wolf cubs. And she's still prey. I was already going to eat her whether she wanted to or not, so breeding her first doesn't really matter.” Billy said.
“Does that mean you would've bred her even if she wasn't in estrus or presenting to you?”
“Probably. I don't know. Is that weird?” Billy asked, becoming more uncertain.
“No wrong answers, Billy. Thanks for the honesty. Let's move on - Thomas, you've been given a rare opportunity to swap genders with," Dr. K. flipped through the papers on his clipboard as he spoke, “Lacy - and experience things from her perspective for a day - exactly as she does. What's the first thing you would do?”
“Make sure Lacy isn't hotter as a boy than I am,” Tommy giggled. “Really, though? Uh…Yeah I'd totally try to find all the good spots so I can use them on her later.”
“Nice, practical," Dr. K. said as he scribbled another note. “Really put yourself in that space though. You woke up, and you can feel you're different, down there. You reach down and find yourself fully female, and Lacy is beside you, with fully male genitals. Still the same answer?"
“Well, yeah. I mean, I'd wanna try stuff with her like that too, duh. But … nothing Heatwave-y's coming up,” Tommy said with an awkward fidget and a shrug. The assistants made a mark on the paper readout of the sensors.
“Huh - interesting, thanks for sharing, Thomas.” Dr. K. flipped through his papers a little more. “Mitch - you're at a big store, and it's crowded - a little boy being pushed in a shopping cart has fallen asleep and dropped his plushie, and his mother didn't notice. You - being a self-confessed ‘good dog’ - rush to pick it up to return it, but as you do, you notice the plushie has been modified with a little, fleshy-textured, cub-sized stroker toy between its legs, and despite the entrance looking very tight it's dripping a trail of thick semen that smells strongly of the young boy's scent despite appearing to be the fluids of a male far older than the boy - it's obvious to you that he's been touched by the Heatwave. What do you do?”
The sensors behind Eddie ticked, and began to snap and rattle rapidly, and the eldest dog's ears burned pink on the insides as he blushed and huffed a deeper breath, even with the frenzied sensors going off. An assistant marked a quick note at the start of the frenzied activity, but otherwise everyone tried to ignore it as Mitch answered, though his own set of sensors were beginning to tick and clatter slightly as well.
“Uh, jeez… I-… I guess I'd return it, but…" Mitch blushed and gave a pensive little whine as the sensors noise behind him intensified, and he squirmed on his chair. “…Mmmaaaan don't you guys make fun of me but I'd totally wanna suck that little cummy toy pussy clean first because holy crap, dude…! Why is that so hot?” Mitch giggled; Billy and Tommy laughed and groaned disgusted noises, Eddie just looked up at the ceiling as he felt his knot swelling, two inches of his erection already jutting proudly from his sheath. Mitch was sporting an eager erection now as well, though the sensors' rattling slowed slightly as the room quieted again.
“Interesting trigger. That definitely got a response from you and your brother both. Eddie, before we continue, could you share what it was about that scenario that ‘got’ you?”
“I don't know, but like, I just keep thinking how cool it would be to be the cool uncle or big brother or whatever that gave that kid a toy like that, ha!… I dunno, there's like…something, uh…” Eddie waved his hands uncertainly, “About the idea of it I guess.”
“You don't have to guess, son - No wrong answers, remember. Thanks to both of you for sharing.” Dr. K. scribbled a few more notes in the papers, before flipping to a new sheet. “Alright, Eddie - do you need a minute to calm down before we hit you with your hypothetical?”
“No," Eddie said, steadying himself with a slow breath, "I'm fine."
“Allllright. Eddie; Thanks to the Heatwave and its effects on you, you've been invited to contribute to a very special sperm bank. You'll provide them regular semen samples and they will use them to fertilize women all over the world. You will never meet or breed these women, but you will undoubtedly have hundreds - if not thousands - of biological children with as many mothers. You wouldn't be paid; it would be a volunteer sort of deal. Would you take the deal? And explain why - or why not, please.” Dr. K. instructed, as Eddie briefly thought on the hypothetical. At first, the printers that had calmed in the lull began speeding up again, but seemed to stall and slow once the hypotheticals' conditions had been explained.
“I would, yeah, but not like…because of the cubs. They wouldn't be mine in the way that Kim's is going to be mine. But if it can help people who can't get pregnant I'd let them use mine to help,” Eddie said with a hint of uncertainty. It was a complex hypothetical, but that would be expected; he was an older boy and likely had more nuanced positions.
“Barely even a tick on the Heatwave as far as we can tell, despite the talk of bringing thousands of cubs into the world. Fascinating,” Dr. K. mused as he scribbled some notes. “Alright, so - moving on… We're going to have four girls you've never met come in shortly. Your girlfriends - for those of you who have them - don't have to know if you don't want to tell them, but we need you to breed these young women, bareback, and fully tie with them. They are not using any contraceptives either, so the sex will almost certainly result in a pregnancy. Do any of you object?”
The boys all eagerly shook their heads, urgently indicating their lack of objection, while universal clattering from the printers behind the boys indicated an immediate uptick in all of their Heatwave-brain's interest in the proposal from the doctor - enough that Dr. K. stepped back and raised a palm to the boys.
“Woah, woah! Easy boys, that was just a control test just to make sure we're still properly detecting blips on the Heatwave, calm down - sorry for the tease,” he laughed. The boys did too, with mixed sounds of playful disappointment. “Just needed to make sure you're all still sensitive to the more universal triggers. Which you definitely are. Goodness. Remind me to stay out of the line of fire," the badger joked, getting another little chuckle out of the boys. “Alright. We're going to do a few physical tests, now - if you could all please stand, you should have enough slack in your wires to go to each of the others, and shake their hands. Would you please do that, while we watch for responses? Nothing special, just a good, firm, standard handshake. Eddie, why do you start by going down the row and getting us started?”
Eddie stood, and, trailing the bundle of wires behind him, he went over to Mitch, crookedly grinning as Mitch smiled back his wide-eyed, adoring smile to his big brother as they shook hands. The assistants took notes on the print-outs as they made that basic bit of contact. Mitch's tail wagged, an infectiously quick wag that got Eddie's wagging too, as well as Tommy's, as Eddie went to him next, and shook his hand, and the assistants made another mark. Eddie continued on to Billy, then it was Mitch's turn to go down the line to his left, and finally Tommy shook Billy's hand.
“Great job, boys. Just a second while we figure out where we're going from here.” Dr. K. said, as the boys stood back on their marks and fidgeted a little awkwardly, looking between each other for the half-minute it took to compare notes while the assistants and Dr. K. all talked amongst themselves about incomprehensible metrics like cortical response spikes and mirror-neuron resonance feedback loops. “…Well, it seems we've got two clear winners. Eddie, Mitch - you're paired up for this next test, since you both have the strongest reactions to one another - no big surprise from brothers as close as you are, I'd suppose. Tommy, Billy - I'd appreciate it if you boys could stay on your marks, but pay attention and watch Mitch and Eddie closely for the following few tests; we'll have some questions for you, and your observation is something we'd like to measure as well.”
The boys nodded, though Mitch fidgeted awkwardly in his place as he kept looking over to Eddie, who was looking back. The huskies' tails were wagging, but it was with a guarded sense of tension.
“Good, good. Mitch, please face to your right. Eddie, come in and stand in front of Eddie. Side-on to the camera - there, just like that, good. Now, both of you lift your hands up, and press your palms together against your brother's - both hands; then close your fingers to hold hands like that.”
The boys complied, Mitch giggling a bit as his fingers snuggled between Eddie's. Compared to other activities, the touch was profoundly innocent, timid and tender as the huskies' eyes met, and blue eyes gazed into blue eyes as the boys sensed the rush already blooming in their stomachs. The equipment and printers at Mitch's station began to rattle and clatter out their readouts at a hastening pace that steadily intensified, and both boys giggled sheepishly at the reaction.
“Keep that eye contact, good. I'd imagine you guys can feel it already, yes?” Dr. K. asked, and the husky siblings nodded with nervous, giddy grins. “Good, yes. Mitch, we'll start with you; can you explain what it is about this that's…well, bringing it on? As far as you're aware.”
“Eddie's always smelled really good,” Mitch said, without a hint of hesitation, though he did struggle to keep from laughing a bit as a deep blush burned in his ears.
“…Out of curiosity, Tommy, Billy; what do you two think of this?” Dr. K. probed as he scribbled some quick notes with his pen.
“They're both Heatwaving so hard right now,” Tommy laughed. Billy giggled.
“Y-yeah, Eddie is too, isnt' he?" he realized, with Tommy's observation. "Mitch definitely is.” the fox grinned.
“Eddie, too?” Dr. K. supposed, sounding surprised. There was a quick glance toward the assistant at Eddie's station, who shrugged helplessly. “Interesting. Our instruments are only showing the change on Mitch at the moment. What makes you boys say that about Eddie?”
“Uh, can't you tell?” Tommy queried, as if it were obvious.
“T-they're right,” Eddie finally confirmed, huffing a little breath as he and Mitch stared into each others' eyes, squeezing the other's hands as they stood at an intimate proximity.
“Okaaay,” Dr. K. said, as the assistant made a few marks on Eddie's print-outs. “Why don't you buys move your hands to each other's chests instead. Just rest them there, no need to be too sultry about it. Just touch each other, feel their breathing…O-oh,” Dr. K. said as Mitch's growing erection issued up a brimming little arc of precum that pattered between his and Eddie's feet on the floor. The huskies complied again, and as Mitch's fingers dug into Eddie's chestfur, and Eddie's dug into his in turn, Mitch issued a trembling little whimper up to Eddie, just barely loud enough to be heard.
Eddie's instrumentation began to twitch and clatter in a steady intensification, as his eyes stared into his brother's still.
“Eddie; could you let us know what's bringing that on for you?” Dr. K. queried. Eddie had to steady himself with a slow breath, before he could speak.
“I, uhh-hhh…I love Mitch so much,” Eddie said. Billy and Tommy ‘awww’ed in a cutesy fashion in the background, but Mitch's eyes went wide at the admission as the younger boy gasped and heaved in a deeper breath, emotional tears welling in his eyes. Neither heard the redoubling of Mitch's instrumentation rattling and rapidly scribbling readouts in the background.
“Eddie…! I-ah!” Mitch gasped as a sudden, hard pulse thick seed shot straight up between the brothers and arced down over Eddie's head and shoulder, lazily dripping down the elder husky's chest and the back of Mitch's paw, still buried in his fur. “A-ah! I, I love you too, Eddie..!” the overhwelmed young husky gasped as he pulsed another thick surge skyward that splattered right off of Eddie's chin, making the elder boy gasp.
“Well, there's a genuine response,” Dr. K. chuckled as he scribbled another quick note on his clipboard. Eddie wasn't far behind Mitch, and soon the brothers were tensly bracing against each other as they traded fire, both dogs lipsticking proudly, knots half-swollen in their sheathes as they stared into each other's eyes, and their rhythmic, fountaining pulses of overflowing, hyper-primed semen painted the other's belly white, soaking their fluffy fur down to a slick of thick white. “Mitch; could you indulge yourself with your brother's scent for us, please? However you find it most appealing.”
Mitch moved immediately. He threw his arms around Eddie's waist and buried his nose under his big brother's arm, and Eddie made room for him there, pulling his brother close to him as they smashed their stomachs together. Mitch howled as he breathed in a deep, hauling breath through his nose, straight through Eddie's thick armpit fur - relishing in the subtle scent of sweat and masculinity that lingered in his fur despite the recent post-gym shower. The younger husky moaned deleriously, his surges intensifying as the boys pelted each other more strongly, even as Eddie laughed and scratched deep into Mitch's scruff, panting into the boy's ear.
“One more question for each of you, and I'll let you boys blow off some steam together after,” Dr. K. chuckled, “Eddie; you're given a choice; you can either breed two fertile women, who are strangers; or you breed one, but you have to share her with your brother, halving your chances of being the father to her future child. Which do you choose?”
“Hmnff… I'd share, yeah- Mitch, good boy, buddy,” the elder husky leaned down to whisper into his little brother's ear as Dr. K. noted the response.
“Mitch, you've woken up in a strange bed; the sheets are torn up, the scent of sex is all around you - but as you roll over, you find yourself face to face with your worst rival from school. It's obvious that the Heatwave has unwittingly influenced you both into this awkward situation, but you don't remembe rany details of how, or what you'd done last night. Your rival still asleep, and you could leave without being detected. Do you try to escape without being detected, and hope they don't remember the encounter either? Or do you wake them up and come clean about what you believe happened?” Dr. K. asked, as Mitch was clawing his brother's back feebly and trembling, weak-kneed as he leaned heavily against his brother, his face still buried in the strong teenager's underarm.
“Mmnffffuh, I-uhhaaa~!” Mitch moaned, somewhat loud, “I-I'd fuckin' cummmmnnhhh,” Mitch cried, eliciting giggles from Tommy and Billy, and a heady huff into his ear from his big brother. “Ngh- no, w-wait, I'd..mnf, I'd wake them up! T-they deserve to know," he corrected as quickly as he could. Eddie whispered in his ear, and Mitch practically melted against his brother. “Oooohgodyeah I'm a good dog, yeah, oh god yeah.” Mitch trembled, as that thick, rhythmic pattering of seed into the puddle around their feet just kept pouring out as the brothers pressed tighter and smeared their sheaths together.
“Thanks for your honesty, Mitch. You boys can finish up however you'd like,” Dr. K. chuckled, doing his best not to stare too openly at the boys as Eddie slumped back into Mitch's chair and pulled the smaller husky into his lap, and made quick work of pushing their sheaths together, aligning them easily before the two boys effortlessly docked each other's sheaths and ground their hips tightly together. Eddie rhythmically worked his hand between them as Mitch whimpered and howled into his fur, and Eddie panted and growled and moaned right back.
“U-uhh, Dr. K..?” Tommy timidly spoke up.
“Yes, son?” Dr. K. asked, diverting his attention with a bit of effort toward the two boys that were still observing. The badger's eyes widened as he found them both standing at full erection, already spritzing unsteady squirts of brimming-over precum onto the tile floor in front of them.
“…Can we try that, too?” Billy asked. Tommy glanced over, and they shared a brief moment of eye contact as the equipment behind them registered a few inspired clatters as it rushed to record their stimulus from the brief look.
“I thought you boys were registered as heterosexual on your profiles,” Dr. K. clarified, looking through the papers in his clipboard.
“Literally doesn't matter right now…can we?” Tommy giggled sheepishly. Dr. K. skimmed the charts once more, then shrugged.
“I don't see why not; any results needs to be repeatable after all. Come on, then.”
Only thirty minutes later, the septet of cubs - all four boys damp-furred from a recent shower, walked out of the old county clinic building with a buzzing sort of satisfaction, the boys joking and shoulder-to-shoulder with each other, still burning off their Heatwave hormones and adrenaline as the group headed toward their respective homes. Eventually, they came to the point where Mitch and Eddie had to split off for the older side of town, which left the other kids heading toward their subdivisions off of Bendy Road.
“You guys totally got to get off. I can smell it on you,” Lacy gawked at Tommy. “Did you save any for me, or am I just going to have to ride the washing machine before my parents get home, creep?”
“I didn't save a drop, dude. Come over to my house and I'll eat you out before my parents get home though,” Tommy grinned.
“Ugh, boring. Erica, you ever going to share who your backup dick is? You never get mad when Billy blows his nut without you." Lacy giggled, and Erica grinned a toothy grin.
“You wouldn't believe me if I told you, so I'm not gonna'. He's good, though. He's even better than BIlly though. Bigger, too,” she teased.
“Fucking yeah he is,” Billy simply said, giggling, “…Could be kinda hot though, maybe we should introduce you guys," Billy said, smirking sidelong to Erica. Tommy immediately took offense.
“Dude, I don't want you hooking random dudes up with my girlfriend!” the husky complained.
“What if it wasn't some random dude? Hell, I know at least one other husky Lacy knows really well,” Billy teased in a bold flash that piqued Erica's curiosity as she looked between Tommy and Lacy. Lacy didn't seem repulsed by the idea, and actually stopped for a second, having never even considered it.
"You guys mean Cooper?” Lacy laughed with a sort of realizing, but joking tone.
“Hey…At least he's another husky, and not some stranger,” Tommy groaned, laughing. “I wouldn't have to worry about him stealing you from me anyway, since he kinda' already has.”
“Why the fuck is that kind of hot? Dude…” Lacy laughed, blushing in her ears as she looked hard at Tommy. Erica clued in instantly on Lacy's reaction.
“It…it kind of is, isn't it?” Tommy asked, realizing, himself.
“We could, uh…” there was a tense pause, as Erica glanced to Billy, then back to Lacy. “…We can help you guys out, if you want? For the first couple times, ‘til you …well… He’ll pick it up quick.”
“Wait…” Tommy said, looking hard between the others as he was trying to put the pieces together. Lacy had already figured it out.
“…Your backup dick is Goliath?!” she squawked. “Oh my god you Heatwave-brained degenerates! … Why the fuck is that so hot?!"