Title: Cortex Incorporated Part: 1 of 1 Keywords: furry, cubs, mm+, mc, machine, med Universe: unsorted Author: just_lurking Summary: This is a story of a video game industry out of control. Of a cut-throat market, where companies will do anything--anything at all--to make their games more challenging, more playable, more enjoyable. This is the story of Cortex Games Incorporated and of a cub called Ben... Ben was better than the AI. Surprisingly better than the AI. Of course, it helped that he was a cheetah with lightning fast reflexes. As did the amount of cola that the eleven year old could put away. Even so, to beat a Cortex Systems AI took more than just speed. Cortex's AIs were sneaky and self improving. They learnt, and not just from you. Every Cortex Systems Incorporated games cabinet was connected to directly the AI--reducing the cabinet to little more than a screen with a joystick attached. Cortex said they the technology to miniaturise their AIs to something that would fit in a cabinet didn't exist yet. Astute arcade owners assumed that Cortex just wanted to hold on to their profitable pay-for-connectivity model. They didn't complain too loudly though. The cabinets were cheap, and the ability to switch any cabinet to any one of the hundreds of licensed Cortex titles at a key press was a big plus. The cubs didn't mind either. Cortex games were tough, very tough, but the AI seemed to have a sense of humour at least. It would play with you, push you, challenge you. Giving you your money's worth before revealing the ace up its sleeve. Before it revealed the trap it laid at the beginning of the game, the one that meant you never had a chance of winning. Before it pulled the rug out from under your feet, and made that game changing move. Second guessing your luck was a part of the Cortex experience. A Cortex AI let you have your fun, but it was sneaky and underhanded, and it played to win. It didn't always win though. As Ben was about to prove for the fourth time in as many days. Speed wasn't the key, or at least not the only key. You needed tactics as well, and they had to be tactics the AI hadn't seen before or the AI would figure out a counter strategy. Ben was good at both, and four games won in four days was a pretty solid record. True he had lost twelve games in that time, but it was still a better record than anyone else in the arcade. "Yes!" Ben shouted with over caffeinated and over stimulated glee, "Beat it again! Who owns you game!? Who owns you!?" He did a little dance in front of the seldom seen winning screen. Attracting a few looks both odd and awed. "That would be me." the Arcade owner grunted good naturedly. The gruff looking warthog didn't mind Ben's show too much--he was a good customer--just so long as he didn't scare away his other customers. Ben's gaming habit was prestigious, but he doubted it would be a stable business model. Ben chortled embarrassedly as he noticed the looks he was attracting and taking the hint to calm down. "But I won." He said still grinning. The owner just shook his head--cubs! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cortex Systems Incorporated supplied everything an arcade might need. From the cabinets, to the data lines, to the drinks machines (under license), down to the napkins and floor tiles. It was a little known fact that a Cortex Security System when connected to a Cortex Systems Management System could transmit images over the same data lines as the cabinets. Cortex Systems was happy to keep this fact as secret as possible. They found it very useful when identifying the players who managed to beat their AI. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ben struggled in the back of the van. He wasn't restrained. He simply couldn't find the strength to roll over onto his front. For any cheetah that is a worrying thought. If he could only roll over he would have been able to crawl to the back of the van and open the doors. Someone would see him and he would be rescued. The fox who had slipped the soaking rag over his muzzle--the only other fur in the van--had his eyes on the road. Not even bothering to glance back at him. The air of disinterest borne of routine hug around him. He knew Ben wasn't going anywhere. This wasn't supposed to be happening Ben thought. Fear welling up in him. He was going to the arcade after school as usual when he was pulled into an ally and drugged before he even had a chance to yelp. He was supposed to be playing games right now! He tried not to cry. Every bump in the road, caused him to bounce against the hard floor of the van, reminding him of his situation. He tried to roll over again. His gold tail with its black spots twitched from side to side like a house cat's , but otherwise nothing. Ben felt a pit form in his stomach. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was crying by the time they arrived at their destination, and he had wet his jeans. The doors of the van were flung open. His kidnapper and another fur, a pit bull, proceeded to load his prone form onto a gurney. Its metal frame clattered and shook as they wheeled him over the rough ground. Unable to move his head, Ben was forced to squint to shield his bloodshot eyes from the glare of the cloudless afternoon sky. He could just make out the form of a large red brick building towering over him through the haze of his tears. There was a bump and a thunk noise as he was pushed through a pair of swinging doors. The ceiling over head was white now. There was an awful smell of hospital in the air. Ben felt his stomach twist as fresh fears assaulted him. What sort of hospital kidnapped kids? 'The sort that wants them for strange, horrific, unethical experiments,' Ben thought, 'or maybe they just want to slice me open for the hell of it.' For a moment Ben thought he was going to be sick, but nothing came. He was hyperventilating. His vision started to get fuzzy from lack of air. 'Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. What do these freaks want with me!? Just let me go please. Please anything, just let me live.' They travelled a short distance into the building along a deserted route. The near silence of their journey broken only by the clatter of the wheels and Ben's weak sobs. They rounded a corner and came to a halt. There was a pause. Then a voice spoke up. "You know my job would be a lot easier if you weren't so rough with them." It said wearily. "Yeah. If you can think of a 'nice' way to nab 'em you let me know doc, otherwise piss off an' leave it to the professionals." Ben assumed this was the bulldog talking. It sounded like a 'bulldog' voice. There was another pause during which the owner of of the weary must have indicated he couldn't think of such a way because a moment later the fox backed up his colleague. "Look, do we tell you how to dose up these fucks? That's right, we don't. You don't tell us how to do our jobs either okay?" There was the sound of footsteps retreating. The weary voice sighed and stepped into view. Ben's vision was still blurry but the figure was unmistakeably that of another cheetah, and the lab coat it wore was unmistakeably that of a doctor. The blur spoke to him in a kind voice. "Don't worry little one. No one is going to hurt you." It reassured him. It sounded masculine. Ben found the words calmed him despite his scepticism. "Wh-what?" He choked out between sobs. "Y-y-you just k-kidnapped me t-to give me ice cream?" Ben was amazed he was able to be sarcastic even as he felt he was about to void his stomach. "No," the blur said reassuringly as it stroked the side of his face, "something much better than ice cream." Ben would have flinched back from the paw if he could. "S-sure c-cause being sliced open is s-so much b-b-ett-" He started crying again. The blur sighed and ceased trying to reassure him. "Lets get these ruined clothes off of you." Ben recognised the glint of a blade in the doctor's hands even through his tears. He tried to jerk away as hard as he could, but this accomplished nothing more than rocking him slightly on the bed. Ben actually welcomed the approaching darkness as his vision started to fade again. The doctor proceeded to cut away Ben's clothes with patient snips. His slow progress suggesting he was using shears. Once he was done the elder cheetah pulled the ruined clothes off of the near catatonic Ben. A few seconds later Ben lost conciousness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There was a commotion when Ben stirred. He heard, rather than saw since his eyes were still shut, a dozen paw pads skitter over to him. He could feel them surround him. Talking in hushed whispers around him. He feigned sleep. Hoping what ever they were would lose interest in him. They stayed. He kept his eyes shut. They still stayed. Ben felt an itch on his nose. He resisted the urge to move. Both parties stayed like this for a while. "Oh stop being silly!" A voice similar in age to his own said in exasperation. Ben opened his eyes. He was laying on some sort of low bed. A dozen cubs of mixed species stood over him. Jostling to get a peek at him. They were mostly male, about ten to fourteen years old and dressed in nothing except extremely-brief bikini briefs. He looked down at himself to discover he was dressed in a similar fashion. Adorned in light blue briefs and nothing else. His head spun as he tried to process all that had happened to him and still was. Whatever he had been expecting it wasn't this. In amongst his confusion and discomfort another sensation arose; claustrophobia. The cubs were too close. They were stifling him. He couldn't breath. He lashed out at random with his arms and legs. The cubs darted back from his panicked, flailing limbs. "Wha?...Who are you!?" Ben demanded. "Okay. Okay. Everyone back up and give the new boy some room." Ben recognised the voice as the one that spoke moments before. The owner was an otter pup in pink briefs who was making shooing motions towards the other cubs. "You all remember how scary it was when you woke up on the couch." The cubs all backed away giving Ben his air and his first glimpse of the room. Every surface was covered in light canvas fabrics and, where possible, cushioned. The walls, the table, the seats were all covered in cream canvas, and where the fabric wasn't cream it was some pastel colour. Overall the light colours meant that room was bright and well lit. There were no sharp angles in the room. Everything was rounded and curved off. The room itself was a ellipsoid with a flattened floor and ceiling. The couches, chairs and tables were all built into, and from, the room. Little nooks recessed into the walls acted as shelving and storage. Lots of little nick-nacks filled the shelves, most of them had an air of 'home-made'ness about them, very few looked store bought. Pictures, obviously made by the cubs, were taped to the walls. There were two doors leading to other rooms and a glass wall which looked out into a corridor. They all shared the same fabric-and-cushioning construction. It looked like a seventies concept house envisioned by an upholster. "I don' 'member waking up." A little grey mouse boy said thoughtfully around the finger hanging from his mouth. This earned him a soft swift swat on the butt from the otter. The little mouse scurried away a few feet and rubbed his white-cotton clad rear. "Welcome to the pod, brother." The otter said as he stepped forward and hugged Ben. "What is your name?" "Ben." Ben said as the strange mustelid hugged him. "Who are you? Where a I?" "I am Jacob," came the simple answer and a smile. "and you are in the Cortex data centre, pod sixteen." "Best pod of the bunch!" A cub behind him called out. "Pods?" Ben looked to Jacob in confusion. He was obviously in charge. "Cortex? Like the game company? What's going on?" Jacob nodded in patient understanding, "Yeah Cortex 'like the game company'. You ever wondered how they got their games so clever?" Ben shook his head to indicate he hadn't. "No. No one ever does until they come here." The otter sighed. "It's simple enough. There is no AI, just us. Cubs who beat the game end up here." "Wha? Why?" Ben asked. "Well, because you are some sort of game wiz and Cortex needs game wizzes." Jacob explained. Seeing Ben still didn't get it he went on. "Look it's a team effort. When the punter's play the game they are playing against us co-oping. If you beat the game you must be something special." "Yeah, they say you beat pod seven," the mouse cub asked in youthful awe, "how did you do that?" Ben was momentarily, but only momentarily, stunned into silence. "What!?" he burst out. "You mean you were kidnapped too!? And now you work for these people? Who are you guys!?" "I'm Jacob and this is pod sixteen," he gestured around the room patiently beginning the introduction again, "that's Zac and Fr--" "I don't give a damn!" Ben burst out. The mouse boy shied away behind Jacob, and the other cubs looked slightly hurt. "Why are you working with them? What's wrong with you people? Don't you miss your homes?" "Well..." Jacob drew out the word, "no. Not really. I mean yeah sometimes, but not as much as you'd think. I mean we just don't think about it much." A muttered chorus of 'yeah's and 'that's right's rose up in agreement. "I mean Cortex take care of us, and we have each other: the brothers of pod sixteen." Jacob said. "Yeah, we get to do all sorts of interesting stuff on our off-time." Another voice chimed in. "Arts 'n crafts." Came a voice from the other side of the circle. "Yeah! And other hobbies!" "They got lot'sa books and comics." One of the cubs ventured solemnly. "An' anime," his compatriot reminded him, "all the latest releases." "We get plenty of sports too! Footie!" "An naughty games too." A cat giggled. "Yeah those too!" "What about the video games?" A voice asked annoyed. "Oh don't tell him about that!" Another boy replied. "Y'know they won't buy us non-Cortex games." "Well they should." The first voice huffed. Ben tried in vain to follow the conversation as it bounced around the room. Seeing their guest was getting overwhelmed again, Jacob raised his arms. "Okay everyone calm down. Calm down." The hubbub slowly quietened. "You're seriously okay with being here?" Ben asked. He had turned a little pale. Jacob knelt down beside the couch. He looked at Ben sympathetically. "Look I know you're scared," He said softly, "but just accept it. You will feel better I promise." "I...I'm never going to see my mum again?" Ben whimpered on the edge of tears. Jacob hugged the little cheetah. "Just be brave Ben, and if you want to cry just go ahead. Almost everyone did at some point." He chuckled morosely. "I cried too. And if you need someone to talk to, or to hug you, or anything else just come and find me okay?" There was a knock at the glass. A cheetah in a white lab coat, escorted by a security guard in a green military style uniform, stood in the corridor beyond the glass wall. The security guard tapped a few buttons and the partition slid away--allowing them access to the pod. Jacob stood up respectfully. Smiling at Ben sadly as if to reassure him his offer was genuine. "Hello cubs." The doctor said cheerily. Ben presumed it was the same doctor he had seen earlier. How many cheetah-doctors could there be in one place? "Hello doctor Miles." The cubs intoned gleefully. "Are you all making your new brother feel welcome?" He asked. There was a chorus of 'yes'es from the cubs. The doctor was able to pick up the underlying mood of the room though. "Ben," the doctor spoke softly as he turned and knelt to face the couch, "I need you to come back with me. There was some stuff we had to do that we couldn't because you fainted." Ben whimpered and drew back as far as Jacob's embrace would allow him to. "N...no...please." He shook his head. "Sssshh..." The doctor tried to calm the frightened cub. "It's okay...no one is going to hurt you. Please, just come with me." He held out a paw and waited. Ben looked around, searching for a reprieve from his fate, but all he found was a room full of smiling faces. Some of the smiles were meant for him, others for the doctor, but there was not one face that was troubled, and not one cub seemed to want to make a break out of the wide open cell. He took the paw, shaking as he did so. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The doctor lead Ben down the corridor. Ben couldn't help but keep glancing back at the guard who followed two paces behind them. He was a youthful looking cougar in his twenties. He had a straight face and seemed utterly disciplined. Doctor Miles seemed not not to notice him or Ben's discomfort. He lead them through the corridors, past more of the glass-fronted 'pods'. Each of the pods looked similar differing only in the specific cubs contained within and their artefacts. Cortex seemed to supply their prisoners with ample arts and crafts supplies. On the short journey Ben spied a good number of cubby paintings and clay models on proud display. There was even one pod in which every available surface was covered with origami. Their destination turned out to be a doctors office. Ben recognised it as the one he lost conciousness in earlier. Even the gurney he had been brought in on was still present. Behind the gurney was something that made Ben's heart skip in fear. A large chair with all sorts of complicated looking straps and attachments was built into the wall opposite the door. The 'chair' rested on a dais three steps up from the rest of the room. He had been unable to see it before as his limp form had been wheeled in the wrong way. The guard took up position by the door, blocking any retreat. Ben swallowed. The doctor walked up to the end of the room, never breaking stride or noticing anything amiss. 'Doesn't he see anything wrong? Doesn't he notice the guard?' Ben wondered incredulously as he looked over his shoulder at the stern imposing figure. "Come on up Ben, no need to be shy." The elder cheetah called for him kindly. Ben started walking hesitantly towards the back of the room. He didn't know what that machine was for, but he was certain he wasn't going to like the answer. "We couldn't do this earlier because you fainted." The doctor explained as Ben approached. "But we will soon have you right as rain." "What is it?" Ben asked hesitating at the steps. The doctor looked over his shoulder as if noticing the cub's reluctance for the first time. He turned away from his preparations and walked down to kneel before the frightened boy. He looked Ben in the eyes. "It's nothing to be scared of. I promise." The elder cheetah put his paws on the younger's shoulders reassuringly. "All your brothers have sat in that chair, and they all came through it fine didn't they?" Ben nodded. "I know that everything that has happened to you so far must be pretty frightening," the doctor continued in an effort to calm the distraught cub down, "but just hold on a little bit longer, and I promise everything will feel better okay?" It was too much for Ben. Everything that he had been through since leaving school caught up with him, and the dam burst. He leapt into the waiting paws of the father figure before him. Sobbing his heart out as the doctor comforted him. Ben believed his whispered promises to keep him safe, to protect him, to nurture him with all the conviction his terrified eleven year old heart could muster. One small act of kindness was all it took to reduce him to putty in the doctors paws. "Come on." Ben's new mentor said as he broke the embrace and stood. "Dry those tears away, and come take a seat in the chair--it's not that scary really." Ben let his mentor take his paw and lead him up the steps. "W-what does it do?" He asked in a nervous little boy voice. "It is just something to help you fit in." The doctor said enigmatically as he lowered a metal helmet over Ben's ears. "Why are you..." Ben asked as Milesbegan strapping his limbs into the chair, but the doctor anticipated the question. "It's just something to keep you still while the chair works." He smiled reassuringly. "If you moved too much it would have to start over, and you would be here longer. You wouldn't want that now would you?" "Uh...no. I guess not." Ben said uncertainly. It made sense to him but it still seemed a little wrong. "You just be a good boy for me and stay still, and this will all be over soon okay?" The doctor asked--mostly to keep the little cheetah focused on something other than the straps around his wrists, ankles and elbows. "O-okay" "Ready?" The doctor asked as he moved to a control panel. All the preparations now completed. "R-ready." Came his patient's unsteady reply. "Be a brave boy for me now Ben." The doctor said as he threw the switch. 'As if he has been anything but brave.' He thought as he listened to the whine of the chair starting up. Ben tensed up suddenly as the chair started it's work on his vulnerable mind. It looked like he was in pain, but Miles knew better. 'Right now Ben is completely disassociated from his body. He is in a world of pleasure. It is just the muscles unavoidably tensing due to our poking around in his cerebellum.' He reminded himself as he grit his teeth. 'I just wish it didn't look like I was electrocuting him.' Ben was in pleasure. As if the air had been laced with good feelings. Good feelings that he felt intensely as the air brushed over his fur. "I...I love my pod-mates..." Ben realised. "My...my siblings. My pod brothers and sisters." He spoke the words and realised their truth simultaneously. "We...are one Family...One Facility" Each utterance was a revelation so stunning it had to be said out loud in awe. "I will...further the Facility's Goals...It feels bad to hurt the Facility...bad to hurt my family." What was strange about the sensations of revelation was that they came after the stunned utterances, not before. He thought about the words, the ones that were so obviously true, after he spoke them. "I love my Facility brothers and sisters." A funny tingling feeling started to build in Ben's briefs. "I *love* my Facility brothers and sisters." The tingle grew as Ben repeated the words. He knew it wasn't normal love he was talking about. The love he had for his pod-mates was something different to the love he had for his parents and sister. It was a kind of love that meant showing physical affection as well. A love that involved cuddling, petting, brushing and...something more--something that Ben couldn't quite put his finger on. The doctor held Ben's paw throughout his programming. Stroking it gently as he listened to Ben mumble variations on the words he had heard so many other cubs speak. He knew Ben wouldn't be aware of him sitting here beside him, comforting him, but he felt he needed to anyway. The elder cheetah sighed as he watched the cub, who could very well pass as his own son, undergo the brainwashing. "It's for the best." He reassured the unhearing boy. "You won't have any more fears or regrets. The disassociation will see to that." He watched as Ben's briefs began to tent, as the 'naughtier' parts of the programming commenced. "Well, you won't so long as you keep busy anyway." He conceded. "So long as you don't stop to think." There was another long pause. The doctor watched the displays as Ben's heart rate continued to rise. A heart attack in one so young was rare, and the rate of increase while unusual was not too great. Ben began to pant, his body warming up under the influence of lusts formally unknown to him. "Of course..." the doctor admitted, "we won't always succeed. Despite our conditioning, despite our best efforts to keep you occupied, sometimes you will remember. You'll feel so sad for everything we've taken from you. A home. A family. You'll cry. We gave you siblings to help-to help you through those times. To hug you when you cry. To help you when you feel sad." Another silence fell over the room. The guard looked over the scene emotionless. Doctor Miles leaned down over the restrained cub and kissed him on the cheek. "I hope it is enough." he whispered. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ben stumbled down the corridor beside doctor Miles. He was in a daze after his encounter with the machine. As before, the guard trailed behind them. The young gaming prodigy wasn't certain what the machine had done to him. He didn't feel any different apart from his light-headedness. Ben sighed and tried to stop worrying about it. He was feeling better now--not good, just not terrible any more--and he didn't want to spoil the mood. "Where are we going?" He asked as they took a turn he didn't remember. "Oh, your pod went on-shift while you were being treated." The doctor explained. "It's too late for you to start working this shift, but I figured you'd want to be with your siblings, and it's an opportunity for you to see the 'game room' anyway." Ben nodded. He did want to see them again. Waiting in the empty pod for their return didn't appeal to him. He stopped short as they rounded another corner and entered a large room. It was a cross between an arcade and a war room. The perimeter was lined with desks, and clusters of desks seemed placed haphazardly around the middle. Each was covered in electronics: computers, displays, controllers and other less easily identified pieces. Cables ran from the ceiling down into the equipment. Cubs attended the glowing displays and blinking lights in just their briefs. "Look after him okay?" The doctor asked as he turned to leave the room. "Yes sir." The guard said smartly. Ben wandered among the desks, peering at his Facility mates as they made the AI 'work'. Many of the young gamers were wearing VR gear. Others were examining tactical data shouting advice and support as the figures danced before them. Familiar game screens hung next to screens showing all sorts of variables and information normally hidden from the players. "How...how many games can...are playing?" Ben asked amazed. "Tens of thousands." The guard supplied easily. Ben looked around. He had forgotten he was being followed. "Tens of thousands? They can do that?" He said in disbelief. "Well, this isn't Cortex's only data centre," The guard admitted grudgingly, "and they have tool assistance, but yeah, it's something isn't it?" He smiled proudly. "I remember when I worked the room. The best Castle Quest player ever, that's me." "You used to work here?" Ben blurted out astonished. "Yep." The guard confirmed. "Castle Quest used to be over there, near the right. It's a shame they discontinued it." "So now you...what? Work as a guard?" Ben asked intrigued. He hadn't considered that Cortex might let him be anything other than a slave to the AI. "Yup," He confirmed, "I turned twenty and they said I could either be a guard or a PR drone. It was an easy choice--I can't stand ties." "Hey Ben!" A voice shouted. Ben's head turned. He recognised one of his pod-brothers, manning a hidden data display, waving him over. The rest of his pod were working at tables in the general vicinity. "Those are my brothers." Ben said as he threaded his way over to the desk eagerly. "Ah yes," the guard nodded solemnly as he followed, "family is so important." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ben stayed with his siblings until the end of their shift. At which point Jacob declared it to be 'family time', much to the boy's approval and to Ben's puzzlement. The guard, whose name turned out to be Eric, escorted them back to pod sixteen. Family time turned out to be an all out orgy. It was an eye opening experience for Ben who up until that point had been a complete virgin physically and emotionally. Sex was a dirty three letter word that he had laughed about. He had never considered what. His first time was with Jacob, who was gentle and considerate. Jacob had prepared him slowly. Calming him down first and showing him how good it felt to cuddle. To touch each other's bare fur. To caress it and play with it. From there he had been coaxed out of his undies. He had been reluctant to strip out of them, especially as they had a small audience of two or three watching. Jacob had insisted it was necessary though, and his audience was already nude and stroking their small hard ons, so Ben was divested of his briefs. Jacob's skilled fingers were soon working on his little half-hardness and probing at his tail hole. The otter quickly brought his cheetah-hood to attention though. His big brother wasted no time in extracting an orgasm from him. Ben's cum was thin, but present. Jacob smiled as he scooped some up sharing the taste with his newest little brother. The otter and the cheetah bonding over the watery emission. Now he was laying atop his Mustelid big brother, cuddling gently as three fingers pumped in and out of his rear slowly. The mouse boy, Zac, had joined them and was cuddled up to them both. "Ready?" Jacob asked looking into Ben's eyes. Ben nodded. Jacob saw whatever it was he was searching for in the little cat's features, and rolled over onto his side. He pressed his erection to Ben's now loosened hole. The tip slipped in easily, seemingly welcomed by the ring of flesh, but he didn't press in any further. Instead he pulled Zac over in front of Ben. The younger boy giggled and licked the cheetah's nose as their erections brushed. Jacob guided Zac's little whip-tailed rear onto Ben's member. He groaned in surprise. Despite being younger, Zac's expertise was greater than Ben's. Zac was eager to share his knowledge though, and Ben was happy to learn, so it didn't matter too much. Jacob watched as Zac rode Ben's cock. The little grey mouse cub certainly wasn't timid when it came to sex. He bounced his little rear against Ben's hips over and over. A smile lifted his cute little cheeks. Zac took Ben's paw and wrapped it around his hard mouse-hood. Ben took the hint and began stroking. Satisfied that his younger brothers were enjoying themselves, Jacob began to push slowly into Ben. His rock hard erection pushed into the cheetah cub's soft flesh. He moved slowly to allow the boy's insides time to adjust, but a combination of the preparation and Zac's distraction meant that Ben probably wouldn't have noticed if Jacob had sunk his length in with more haste. He felt himself hilt in the squirming young kitten. He paused, savouring the moment. Noting the feel of Ben's soft insides, the smell of his sweat, the feel of his lovely gold fur. He started to move, slowly at first. Letting his member rest deep inside him, then pulling out until only the tip remained inside. Then pausing before pressing it back as deep inside the smaller fur as it would go. Slowly he built speed, and soon the three cubs were a writhing mass of pleasure. Their audience watched on in appreciation. They stroked their young malenesses remembering how good it had felt to be mounted for the first time. Ben climaxed first. He was the least experienced and had the least stamina. Zac's vigorous self-impalement was too much for him, and he cried out as he pumped another few jets of his weak seed into the happy mouse boy. Each pulse of his cock was accompanied by a tightening of his tail hole. This pushed Jacob over the edge. He thrust his hips forward and flooded Ben's rear with his much stronger teen-spunk. He buried his muzzle in Ben's shoulder moaning and slobbering into it as his climax washed over him. Zac mewled in frustration. Jacob looked up to see that Ben had forgotten about the mouse's hard little dick as he rode out his first orgasm. He reached over the exhausted kitten and gripped the stiff member. Zac immediately began to thrust his hips. The cute little rodent alternated between impaling himself on Ben's hardness and humping himself into Jacob's paw. It didn't take much after that for Zac to reach climax. He thrust into Jacob's paw shook and then pressed his bum onto Ben's invader--moaning loudly. His small body quivered and his erection pulsed as he gave in to the pleasure of a youthful dry orgasm. The mouse and otter hugged and cuddled their new brother as he fell into a deep post-orgasmic sleep. Ben was totally contented, and entirely happy. Loved and welcomed by his new family.