"So are you guys hungry?" you asked.
Before Roger even had a chance to open his mouth a deafening rumble rang out from Peter's stomach as he looked at you bashfully before nodding.
"Well I think that about says it all," you remarked as you you began preparing a late lunch for the three of you. Admittedly you were no master chef or grand connoisseur of life's finer pursuits so you began to fry some burgers, but at least you could cook. Toiling away in the kitchenette you conversed with Roger about what his and Peter's life's were like before today as Peter sagely nodded along. For the most part you'd stayed grounded in the conversation, but once or twice, almost burning lunch in the process, you got a little to fixated on just how skimpy your shorts looked on Roger, on you they'd be considered somewhat lose fitting, but clamped tightly around the raccoon's buttocks and crotch they looked more like short shorts. The situation with Peter was far and away more...exaggerated, as all he'd dared to put on was a single pair of your briefs, but considering how tightly they'd fit it may be more apropos to think the briefs a thong, like trying to jam a full salami into a coin purse.
Mentally moving to once more brush aside such lewd observations, you began to serve lunch to your new companions. In the final account both you and Roger had enjoyed two burgers each, but Peter hand positively wolfed down the remaining four, and something told you that he probably could have kept going. "Told you he was a pig," Roger remarked, with Peter repaying the comment by silently flipping him off.
Taking a moment to lean back and think, you pondered just how you found yourself here. After all this wasn't actually remotely possible, yet there they sat, a gabby jock of a raccoon and a stoic monolith of skunk. Well if this was what you received in exchange for your solace it wasn't exactly a bad trade. The two soon stood with contented sighs and made their ways to the common area, Peter heading for the couch and Roger landing in a recliner. Deciding it prudent to join them you first gathered the plates and deposited them in the sink before you made your way over. However as you walked, mind elsewhere, your foot got caught on a lip in the carpet and you began to tumble forwards. Both Roger and Peter immediately sprang to try and catch you, but as fate would have it you gracelessly flew at Peter. Blindly flailing forwards you tried to grab at any number of things before you heard a tear and with a gentle thud you fell on to the skunk.
"...You ok?" Peter asked briefly, sounding a little flustered himself.
"I'm all right I just feel stupid as hell," you confessed lifting your head to find yourself feeling dumber yet as you realized, having clumsily torn the fabric away in your fumbling, you'd just fallen face first into the skunk's groin, excellent!
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