Stop gnawing! thought Ryan. The monster paused. It heard? It understood him? One way to find out.
"Why don't you put me on?" He thought about how you put one foot in to each hole and pull the waistband over your waist with the pouch covering your crotch.
The raccoon tilted its head quizzically, and then stepped into the damaged jockstrap, and pulled it up. Then Ryan started to shrink? Or maybe the raccoon started to grow? Actually, both happened, the raccoon grew to over 3 feet tall standing on his hind legs with his tail sticking out from under the waistband. Then Ryan shrank to fit his new owner, and miraculously the broken strap repaired itself, and the creature's furry penis swelled to fill Ryan's pouch.
"Whoa this feels good," said the anthropomorphic raccoon.
"You talked just like Rocket in the Guardians of the Galaxy, a-a-a-a-uh- glagh" said Ryan, as the raccoon's mind seemed to grab and throttle Ryan's. Both Guardians of the Galaxy movies and a number of comic books flashed from Ryan's mind into the raccoon's mind. It was like Ryan was an Alexa, whatever the raccoon asked for, Ryan had to give up. He hadn't been that controlled by Cy, at least it hadn't felt so.
"Okay, jockboy, I'm tired of sleeping under houses, in burrows or up in trees, a real bed would be nice for a change. Since you obviously won't be using it any time soon, I might as well. Now lead me to your home," ordered the raccoon.
Ryan obeyed, but added telepathically, "You don't have to speak. If humans hear you speaking English, they'll probably try to dissect you," then Ryan had a thought, "Unless you're speaking raccoon, and I'm hearing it as English?"
"Nope, speaking English. I extracted from your mind, much better language than raccoon, you have so many more words, and to be honest with my amped up brains, I'm not exactly thrilled to hang around garbage bandits. Oh, and don't even think of calling raccoons "garbage bandits", I can do that because am or was one, but you, you have to refer to us the raccoons. Actually, we call ourselves "people" and you humans - "Lumbering giants." But I like raccoon and human better now that I know those words. And I may try the telepathic shit, but I am enjoying actually speaking intelligently for a change. Oh, is this your house?"
Yes, thought Ryan.
"Oh, and you left your bedroom window open, this will be a piece of cake."
In a minute, the giant raccoon scaled a tree, and jumped from a branch on to Ryan's bedroom window casement. He dislodged the screen, and squeezed through the half open window.
"Nice digs. Oooh, you got an x-box, I've been wanting to try one, ever since I saw one in your mind. Who would've thunk it a human jockstrap." The raccoon man leapt backwards on to Ryan's bed, burying its head in the pillow.
"Oh, yes! This is the life, but before I nap."
His tiny clawed hand reached for the pouch, and started to massage it.
"Oh, no!" thought Ryan.
"Oh, yes. You thought Cy's cum tasted good, wait until you taste premium raccoon man juice," the furry beast said with a laugh. Ten minutes later Ryan was gagging, and the raccoon was snoring.