BT thing

The long, dank summer that had plagued Greasepit over the past few months had decided to end with a bang, or more so a slow boil. The temperature was thermometer-breakingly hot, with enough humidity to leave one practically swimming in the warm, swampy air that had descended upon the town, and tonight was no exception. Even with the sun having set hours ago, the heat hadn’t let up in the slightest, something that a certain racing duo were all too aware of.
“Scooch yer butt over Darnell, you’re takin’ up all the real estate!” Buddy jabbed Darnell with his elbow playfully, nuding the albino ferret to the other side of the bed that the two had been forced to share. After a rather eventful romp under the covers their top bunk had collapsed and destroyed the bottom one, effectively turning their bunk-bed into a bed-bed which the pair now had to share.
“You’re one to talk, mattress-hog! I can barely breath over here!” Darnell shot back, pushing Buddy aside with both hands as he attempted to shift the canine over a few inches, “Not that I’d want to anyway. When’s the last time you bathed, Buddy?”
“What day is it? It’s still July right?” Buddy counted on one paw as Darnell wrinkled his nose. “Ah heck, washin’s for suckers anyway. You’re just putting water on your body; sweat is water right? ‘Sides, you ain’t exactly smellin’ like a drowned ferret yourself.” Buddy paused, taking a few prolonged sniffs in Darnell’s direction. “No wait, that’s exactly what you smell like.”
“I wouldn’t be sweating so bad if you’d bought that AC unit like you said you would.”
“Who the heck needs AC when I can jus’ make one myself!” Buddy looked over to his homemade AC unit, which in truth was just a bucket of ice with a fan blowing behind it...well, what was once a bucket of ice, but was now just a bucket of luke-warm water and a fan tipped over on its side. “It’s still in the prototype phase, gotta iron out som’a them kinks.”
Darnell rolled his eyes, but gave Buddy a friendly chuckle. “It’s no biggie. Besides,” he traced his hand over Buddy’s fluffy chest, taking him into his embrace as he inched his muzzle closer to his canine companion’s exposed armpit. He breathed deeply through his nose, basking in the earthy, musky aroma of Buddy’s pit, “I don’t mind it that much.”
Darnell’s seductive advances sent Buddy’s sex-drive into overdrive. His red-rocket (human cock but I couldn’t resist the wordplay) nearly rocketed out from under the sheets. “Frisky ferret tonight, ain’tcha?” Buddy pushed Darnell from his pit long enough to take a seat on the side of the bed, with Darnell quickly following suite. The two sat side by side, their erections standing proudly between their legs like long, throbbing beef-sticks.
Darnell pushed Buddy’s arm up, exposing his thick bush of pit hair for his curious little nose to explore. Darnell buried his muzzle in Buddy’s pit, his eyes glazed in pleasure at the spicy scent. “We best do this quick, pal. We gotta get up early for the race tomorrow.” Darnell said, his voice muffled by Buddy’s underarm. The ferret’s sly little paw glided down Buddy’s belly, taking hold of his slick erection as he began to pump it eagerly.
“Heck with that! We got all night! I already told ya I could win that trophy in my sleep, we might just have’ta put it to the test tomorrow.” Buddy replied, guiding Darnell’s muzzle even further into his sweaty pit with his other hand.
“Mphhfff brtthh thmm mhhthhhs thhs thhmm.”
“In American this time, Darnell.” Buddy let the ferret’s sweat-slick muzzle out of his pit for a moment.”
“Let’s try not to break the mattress this time.” Darnell panted, licking the moisture from his lips.
“Shoot Darnell, a lil’ tumble under the covers never hurt nothin’!”
“Except for the bunkbed...and the couch...and the passenger’s seat, the driver’s seat, my workbench, the kitchen table...I think there’s still a ferret-butt sized dent in the garage door.”
Buddy chuckled sheepishly, scratching behind his ears. “Yeah I must say, we’re a bit sloppy when it comes to pornicatin’”
“It’s ‘fornicating’, Buddy.”
“Gesundheit.” Buddy replied, lifting his arm up seductively as he urged Darnell forward with a sultry look, “Enough jabber-jawin’, it’s time for a pit-stop.”