BTF - Treehouse Chapter Four - The Heist As the gang walked along the tracks toward town, Kelly and Belly were relentlessly teasing Colin.

“God, it smells like jizz around here,” Belly would start, only for Kelly to respond in kind while he kicked a little dust up from the road with each step.

“Yeah, gosh. Like someone totally got off and just rubbed it into their fur or something,” Kelly laughed. Colin punched Kelly in the shoulder, and did the same to Belly with a little extra spice on it.

“You dorks are just sniffin' me cuz you're gay for raccoons,” Colin laughed, kicking some dust back at Kelly. “Hey, thanks for conning your mom out of some money for the pool though, New Kid. I'll pay you back for me and these idiots out of their share of our next score,” he mused, to which Kelly and Belly both nearly protested, before realizing that, indeed, they all owed Zach for that, and more.

“It's cool, really. Since we're going to be right there anyway I thought it'd be nice," Zach smirked. “Besides, I think Belly might need some more time to recharge his batteries," the cat teased, as he brushed shoulders with the opossum as they walked under the oppressive late-morning sun. “And, uh…Sorry I leaked all over you,” he said after a brief pause. Colin laughed.

“Not your fault, dude. But yeah, the locker room shower sound extra good right now,” Colin said, making a face as he dug a hand down into his elastic shorts and pried his underwear away from his pubic fur for the third time in ten minutes, and then spent a few moments scratching as he casually wandered back in the group a little more. He carefully positioned himself behind Belly as the opossum was none the wiser, and then grappled Belly abruptly from behind, covering his nose and mouth with the hand he was scratching himself with.

“How's that smell, now, dude?! Smells like a couple naked-tails to me, almost like their buddy Colin covered their asses!" Colin laughed as Belly tried to fight him off, and Zach and Kelly laughed at them both. Belly fought back, though, and soon bucked Colin before tackling him into the dirt, the two rolling around and pummeling each other. It was a good fight - a friend-fight, as the gang had dubbed them - where, sure, it hurt a little bit, nobody really got hurt, aside from the occasional bloody nose or scrapes and bruises. When they were done, Zach helped Belly up with a little giggle and Kelly offered a hand to Colin. The hand was taken, and the trust betrayed as Colin swept Kelly's feet out from under him and, as the rat went down, Colin climbed right on top of him and shoved the rat's nose into his crotch.

“You're laughing! You think that's funny?! Can you smell yourself there too?!” Colin shouted, Belly and Zach laughing together now as Kelly kicked at the air and struggled with Colin and eventually bit the bigger boy as he found himself at a loss for anything else to do. “Ow, fuck!” Colin yelped and jumped off of the rat, holding his crotch. “Easy there, ya' fuckin' chainsaw with whiskers! Jeez, two inches to

the left and you would'a neutered me,” Colin laughed, checking for blood and coming up, thankfully, clean. Kelly was already getting up and dusting himself off, not that it helped, all but Zach were almost entirely sepia-toned after their tussle on the dusty access road.

“You deserved it, nerd. Ugh, you have cum on your shorts dude,” Kelly laughed, rubbing his nose with the back of a wrist and trying to get the wet out of his fur. The other kids looked and laughed at Colin.

“Missed a spot!” was the theme of their teasing as they walked the rest of the way to the pool.

After showering in the locker room and swimming for a few hours at the pool the kids found themselves much cleaner, as well as hungry and tired. They headed out to sit on the curb and splitting one of the expired bags of chips they'd acquired the night before while they watched a group of bored housewives doing aerobics in the summer heat under the shade of the trees in the park across the street.

“I don't get it. Why not just go play basketball or soccer or something?” Zach said, as he dug in the bag at the mostly-crushed potato chips to pick up a bite's worth between three fingers. He passed the bag to his right.

“Really. I guess they wouldn't get to dress up in those ridiculous tights and stuff though if they did,” Kelly said, fetching his own bite of chips before passing the bag again.

“... I bet their husbands make them do it, because they like watching,” Belly said as he upended the bag and simply poured a mouthful of chip dust into his jaws. Nobody called him on it, Belly always got preferential treatment with food with good reason. He passed the bag to his right.

“So do I,” Colin said matter-of-factly, to which all but one of the other boys laughed and agreed. Kelly looked to his left.

“What, New Kid, you don't?” Kelly asked.

“I didn't say that,” Zach evaded.

“You didn't say anything,” Belly observed.

“…I guess not, then,” Zach said, a little awkwardly. “I mean…they look kind of ridiculous, so it's funny, but it doesn't make me horny or anything.”

“Huh,” each of the others said, in turn.

“…What?” Zach asked, looking over at them.

“It makes sense,” Kelly said, without elaboration. None was needed. There was another long pause.

“… Huh,” Zach said, almost matter-of-factly, as he slowly realized. There was a long pause that followed, before Zach spoke back up. “You guys are cool with that?”

“Yeah,” they all said, in their own unique intonation.

“Great. I guess I'm just gay for my bros,” Zach snickered, “And you guys are gay for doing it with a gay kid!” he abruptly shouted, before jumping up and running down the road.

“Oh, you're fucking dead!” Kelly shouted as he jumped up and gave chase, laughing the whole way. The others laughed and jumped to follow them all the way to the library, a scant block away.

The kids slowed outside the library and Colin handed his backpack off to Zach after grabbing a new-in- wrapper VHS cassette from inside it, found on one of their countless dumpster diving expeditions. Zach headed in first, and Kelly gave a brief, shifty look around, before heading into the library a minute or two after Zach. Colin addressed Belly in the shadow against the windowless wall of the library.

“You get the plan, right? Just go in and say you're Mikey and give her the card, and say you need to use the multimedia room for a half hour. I'll meet you inside. Try to look like you're a real shithead too, like Mikey does," Colin teased Belly, who made a face.

“Yeah, I get it. Ugh…doesn't stop me from being nervous,” Belly mumbled.

“Dude, you're a natural, you got this,” Colin urged, before Belly slowly fixed his scowl into a sort of set sneer, just like Mikey's. He pushed his shoulders back a little more and walked more heavily than usual, around the corner. Colin was proud.

“Hey, babe,” came a gruff voice from across the counter. The blue-white furred, elderly ferret turned and looked over the counter at the disheveled, cocky opossum across the counter. The opossum slid across a library card. “Need to record a video, can I use the multimedia room for a half hour?" The ferret picked up the card gingerly and looked it over, before punching in some numbers into the green- screened terminal on the desk.

“Oh, hello again, mister Rutter," she said, which made Belly almost double-take. Was she really buying this? “Nobody's using that right now, and nobody has it reserved, so I think a half hour would be fine. You have your own tape?" she asked, clicking agonizingly slowly at the terminal. Billy nodded.

“Yeah, I got it,” he said with Mikey's usual impatient, gruff tone. “C'mon lady, I got stuff to do,” he said, feigning impatience which was half-authentic, mostly because his tail was getting sore from him standing on his tip-toes atop it. Belly heard the door open as Colin walked in and headed for the periodicals, right next to the little studio.

“Alright, alright,” she said, not going any faster by Billy's perception, finishing keying whatever it was into the computer. “If you need any help using the camera there's a poster on the wall, or I can come help.”

“No! Er, no thanks, I got it,” BIlly said, almost falling out of character. He eagerly took the library card back and stuffed it in his pocket. “Thanks,” he said, and the bespectacled old ferret waved him on as he hastily took off toward the back. As he was opening the multimedia room's door the bathroom door opened, and Zach emerged, looking sketchily around before stepping out and zipping neatly between chairs and tables to the multimedia room, dressed in his bright day-glow costume. Colin followed effortlessly through the door, as Kelly settled in with a copy of MAD Magazine from the periodicals rack to keep a lookout.

In the multimedia room, a flurry of activity started.

“Hurry up,” Colin said, as he fiddled with the camera and tripod. Belly was pulling the blinds closed as Zach fidgeted, already sitting on top of the desk that was in front of the camera. “Just like…you know. Do it. And try not to make it look like you're having too much fun," Colin smirked, “Remember. You're a pro. I'll take care of the rest,” the raccoon said. He carefully unplugged the microphone from the camera and hefted it off of its tripod. Zach looked curious.

“What's up with the mic?” Zach asked despite the red light illuminating on the front of the camcorder.

“So Mikey can't hear who's here. He might recognize your voice, or mine. And we don't have to be mimes this way,” the raccoon said. “Show me your pussy,” he said, crouching down between Zach's legs, the camera rolling as Colin carefully lined up the shots. Zach pulled the leotard to the side, tucking it into the crease where his inner thigh met his groin. The seam had been split in his tights beneath, letting the fluff and folds of his immature muff out. Zach spread his legs wide and grinning a little bit.

“C'mon Belly, hurry up!” Zach whispered to the opossum, despite the microphone being disconnected. Belly's shirt was off, and he was fighting with a tangled drawstring in his shorts, before finally getting them down. Colin moved the camera from Zach to Belly, taking in a shot of the naked possum next, moving back as Belly took a few awkward steps forward and stepped up between Zach's knees. There was an awkward fidgeting of positions, briefly, as Colin shifted around and aimed the camera between Zach and Belly, catching Belly's hand palming up between Zach's legs and kneading at his pussy. Zach purred, and worked his hips up against Belly's touch, greedily urging him to stick a finger in. Belly obliged.

“Perfect,” Colin said, as he captured, up-close, Belly's fingers playing with Zach's pussy, and then a finger sinking into the cat, followed by another as Zach spread his legs wider and opened up under the harsh fluorescent lighting. Belly played there for a few moments, before Zach giggled faintly.

“Feel how wet it is?” the cat asked, and Belly nodded with a crooked grin. “That's because of you,” Zach teased, and Colin grinned, zooming in on Belly's growing erection, already peeking a pink length of flesh from his sheath.

“C'mon, Belly. Show the camera how wet your fingers are,” he teased. The opossum complied, though, and pulled his fingers out to show the slick smear of juicy slime between his fingers, smirking as he reached to smear that juice onto his own dick. Belly stepped forward and Colin shifted position again, capturing both of them from the sternum-down from a somewhat high angle. Belly nestled in as Zach hugged his knees to his chest, and Belly lined himself up, smearing down the groove of Zach's pussy before pressing himself in, and easily sinking down into that cat's slick depths until his balls smashed to Zach's ass.

“Du-huude," Colin said, zooming in as the opossum slid back, and pushed forward, starting to pump. Zach giggled and bit his lip, trying not to squeeze or egg Belly on any more than the generally warm flesh around him already was.

“Baseball, Belly. Baseball, grandma, Mrs. Jones, your trailer,” Zach said, and Belly laughed as he rocked his hips, bouncing back and forth and realizing he couldn't bottom out in Zach; he could shove every last bit of his dick straight into the cat.

“Why the fuck does that work?” Belly laughed, finding himself able to work faster, and with more gusto as he got used to the sensation coupled with the nerves from being on camera. Colin got bored with the view after a minute and stepped back, panning up to show Belly working away, the opossum panting a bit and holding one of the cat's ankles, his other hand on one of Zach's thighs.

“Hey, Belly. What'cha got to say to Mikey right now?” Colin asked, showing Belly's face. Belly smirked, and without skipping a beat, still rutting his hips, lifted both middle fingers to the camera.

“Fuck. You. Mikey.” Belly said, looking straight into the camera and making sure to mouth the words extra-clearly. Zach laughed, and in doing so, fluttered and squeezed around Belly some. “Ah, f-fuck, shit- do that again, dude,” he gasped, leaning forward and working a little faster, happy to finally have a real chance with the cute intersexed cat. Zach giggled and bit his lip, but squeezed down and made his pussy's walls collapse down around Belly's dick as best as he could.

Zach could feel Belly throbbing inside him as the tension rose. Colin guided them to fix their positions, making Belly lean back and show off more, putting his hand behind his head and letting the camera see between them. Zach worked Belly over again, purring happily.

“You should totally shoot on Zach's stomach, Belly, like they do in porno!” Colin suggested, and Zach giggled.

“I'm never wearin' this stupid thing again so yeah, do it," Zach grinned, grunting faintly as he squeezed his friend again tight, working his hips around a little as Belly fucked him. Belly was shuddering, already a little out of breath and trembling, and Zach could feel his tension, and the wet drizzling of pre inside him. “Do it, dude. Do it..! Do it!" Zach whispered in a slow chant, that Colin joined in on. Belly started humping in time, panting, gritting his teeth a little as his eyes squinted shut, and Colin backed off to get a better shot of them both. An agonizingly slow minute passed as Belly tried to get himself off, and ultimately resorted to pulling mostly-out and jacking off briskly with his cocktip tucked inside Zach's pussy.

“Ahyeah, there, nnh, I'm gonna..!” he yanked back abruptly and, stroking himself hard and fast, started to shoot slippery squirts of cloudy-clear-white spunk over Zach's leotard, the pale fluid standing out against the brilliant orange fabric as the opossum slung rope after rope of his seed onto Zach. Colin leaned in and got an extra-good shot of that with a little laugh.

“Shit, dude. Woulda' never guessed you already got off today. Wipe it off on his stomach, dude,” the raccoon uttered as a final direction, which Belly was happy to oblige, before the red light went out, and Colin busily set the camera back up on the tripod, ejecting their tape and plugging the mic back in. Belly flashed a grin at Zach who grinned back at him, and went to start getting dressed hastily.

“Uh, thanks Zach,” Belly said a little awkwardly as he was tying his shorts' drawstrings, and Zach was peeling the leotard and tights off to get back into his tank-top and swim trunks.

“Don't mention it, bro. If this works and shuts Mikey up it's totally worth it. Plus, it was fun,” the cat giggled, wadding the leotard up and throwing it into the garbage can. Colin was stuffing the tape into his backpack when he heard a distinct cough-cough cough from Kelly outside.

“Shit, hurry up guys!” Colin hissed. Belly and Zach had just finished dressing when they heard a clatter and commotion outside the media room. Colin headed out first.

“What the …oh, are you okay?” the raccoon asked, seeing Kelly laying in a pile of magazines that had been swiped off the rack and, apparently, taken a pratfall into. The white-haired ferret lady was visibly flustered, and creakily bending to help Kelly up, and Colin urged her not to bother herself. “No! Ma'am, don't hurt yourself, I can help - jeez, you okay, guy?" he asked Kelly as Zach and Belly snuck out the back. Colin and Kelly stayed back to pick up the magazines and try to sort them back onto the rack, before making their own escapes as the librarian's attention was diverted with her more authoritative efforts at that task.

The four boys were practically buzzing off the high of a successful heist as they walked home through town, and made record time along the long stretch of railroad access road that led back to the trailer park. Colin smirked and held the fence back for the others, letting them in.

“Alright, most excellent of dudes. One final task for each of us on our mission,” Colin said, passing the video tape in its jacket to Kelly. “Do you understand your mission?” Kelly grinned.

“Sir! Wait for the diversion and plant the ‘classified article’,” he held up the video tape, “under the driver seat of Mikey's car!”

“And you guys?” Colin smirked to Zach and Belly.

“I still don't get how this is going to-" Belly was cut off by Colin.

“Trust the process, agent Belly! Are you in?” Colin asked. Belly shrugged, and nodded.

“Yeah, so long as you're sure this will work.” the opossum said. He wasn't looking forward to trying to sneak the library card back into Mikey's wallet. “Hey, what's New Kid doing, anyway?”

“That's classified, agent Belly; focus on your own mission,” Colin said. “Once the operation is complete, we meet in the treehouse after dinner," the raccoon said, and the others nodded.

Colin crouched in the brush in the turn-around in the center of the little trailer park, watching Belly walk toward his trailer. Mikey was outside, working on an old lawnmower. Belly's mom wasn't there, she usually worked late hours and nobody really knew exactly what she did, but there were plenty of rumors.

“The fuck you been, boy?” Mikey said. It always started like this, and got worse throughout the night.

“Pool,” Belly simply said, trying his hardest to ignore his dad as he climbed the rickety steps into his house.

“Don't you turn your back on me when I'm talkin' to you, shitstain,” Mikey growled from a short distance away as Belly disappeared into the trailer and Colin pushed his way out of the brush. The raccoon walked along the dusty gravel road down the middle of the park, already bristling a bit. He hated Mikey with a passion. Everyone in the park did, really. He didn't need to act to play his part.

“Hey, what the fuck is your problem, asshole?" Colin shouted across the lane to Mikey, drawing the opossum's attention. “Do you gotta' be a piece of shit to little kids because you're too much of a pussy to get in a fight with someone your own size? Or are you just jealous because Belly's dick is bigger than yours ya' fuckin' loser!?” Colin didn't care if he'd get grounded for talking to an adult like that if his parents found out. They hated Mikey too, and he'd probably get a pass explicitly because of who it was directed at.

“The fuck did you say, trash bandit?” Mikey roared. He wasn't huge, but he was an adult, and as he stood up, Colin realized he had grabbed a big wrench from his toolbox. His gut tightened, but Colin stood firm. This one's for Belly.

“I said you're a fuckin' pussy who's such a loser he's gotta' pick on little kids to feel better about himself! What the fuck you gonna' do about it, faggot?” Colin shouted back, stooping and grabbing a sizable rock from the gravel path, and winging it with surprising accuracy at Mikey. Mikey sidestepped, and the rock sailed past him and clunked against the fender of his rustbucket Chevy Nova.

“I'm gonna' teach your punk ass a lesson your daddy's too fat and stupid to teach ya', shitstain!” Mikey roared, and started running for Colin. Colin had been counting on this; there's no way a thirty- something three-pack-a-day drunkard smoker could keep up with him. It was child's play, and Colin led him clear to the far side of the trailer park, despite stopping occasionally to grab a good rock and throw it back at the elder opossum, continually hurling antagonizing language back to him as he did so.

Kelly slipped neatly through the long shadows during the commotion, and despite several people having come out to see what was going on, evaded detection. The task was simple, and he easily leaned through the broken driver's-side window of the car and reached down inside, throwing the video tape under the driver's seat before disappearing into the trees again, now with Belly in tow. Colin ended up leaving Mikey in the dust after leading him around for a solid minute, running off down the tracks and flipping the double-bird back at Mikey.

“Fuck you, Mikey!” the raccoon laughed as the opossum made hollow threats.