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Bathroom Break © Tsumi Moogle '13 Characters themselves.

It was anything but what he was used to; the slight ache of his knees weighing down on the cool, tiled floor; the unfamiliar hands resting atop his head, guiding his motions; the odd citrusy tang trying to mute the smells of a public bathroom; and the budding knot swelling against his lips as he drew his muzzle back, and lunged it keenly over the throbbing cock. He'd normally have never even considered a quicky in the mall bathroom, but the gaze he'd received from the twinky fennec, several inches taller than him had said enough to change his mind. Well, that, and the handsome thing grinding on him and whispering in an ear.

It wasn't that Tsumi detested sucking dick. No, not at all. He delighted in it, hearing the throaty whimpers of delight, the panting and tension building in the body before him. The hand-paws grasping tighter.. Sure it was bizarre to have to try and mute his actions and the noises of his new 'friend' when the sound of the bathroom door opening reached their ears, but there was something of a thrill to it all. And despite his initial nerves, the pink mog found his jeans rather tighter than he would have cared to admit.

At least until the door rattled audibly, and the faint click of the switch-lock turning drew both his attention, and the fennec's. Inward, the graffiti'd door swung, thumping the mog forward against the fennec and making him momentarily choke about the pulsing shaft, assuredly bare moments from release, before slipping off it and hitting the tiled floor with an arm.

Wincing smartingly, he heard the yelp of the fennec-boi above him, and a sharp tone. 'Police!' His new acquaintance apparently ignored the request, and with a good deal of scrambling and a thump of another heavy door, the sound of slightly stumbling, sneakered footsteps pelted rapidly into silence.

The moogle began to kneel himself up. Swallowing nervously. Those footsteps hadn't been followed at all. Turning his head, his eyes passed over a pair of immaculately polished black boots. Laced up snug. Up, towards a pair of blue pants that made his wince evolve into a grimace. The colour boded very poorly. And as his eyes reached chest level, he got the chance to see a shiny silver badge over a chest, before the figure in uniform stooped and grasped his shoulder.

'Your friend ain't going to be hard to find. The way he's dressed..' Said the cop. Tsumi could only imagine. Plenty of witnesses would be able to pick a fish-net shirt, those torn jeans and arms full of decorative apparel. 'So do you know why I popped in here to talk to you today?' the voice followed up quite casually. Swallowing, the taste of fennec-pre still rich in his muzzle, the moogle lifted his gaze higher and blinked. The lawman was a Moogle. White-furred, soft features that at that moment were hardened and pursed, a red pompom.. And wings that must have been tucked into the uniform..

'I-.. K'po.. He ah-? stuttered Tsumi, struggling suddenly to find a way to weasel out of his predicament. He could do without the incredible shame of having been found on his knees in a public restroom. 'I don't think 'Public indecency' does what you boys were doing justice. We had some concerned gentleman call us, hearing what you were doing.'

Tsumi squeaked. His ears laid. At least that 'gentleman' hadn't seen them.. 'I-.. I'm sorry, kupo..! I won't do it again! I just- he-.. It was a spur of the moment thing!' the pink boy finally spluttered. And for a moment, the officer seemed to consider him. The hardened features passing over his knelt body, and that wild, anxious face.

'I'm sure it was. But that doesn't excuse the fact that what you're doing's illegal.' tutted the cop, his expression one of thoughtful concern. 'Though it would be a shame for you to have such a black spot on your personal file, just for having a little... fun.'

Nodding sheepshly, Tsumi squirmed, kneeling up a little straighter, before the cop bumped the door closed behind him with a hip. With his free hand, he momentarily felt about the lock, and clicked it shut. The pink mog blinked, as that free hand began slowly loosening the buckle of his belt, and then unzipping those well-pressed slacks of his.

'..So here's what we're going to do. I'm going to let you off with a warning, but you're going to earn it.' grinned the cop, eying the smaller moogle over. Stepping about the stall, and sitting on the lid of the toilet, the officer mog fished his length free, offering it pointedly to the younger male. Staring, Tsumi swallowed nervously. Wide-eyed at the shaft before him, his mind reeled with a number of thoughts. Entrapment? Was he really going to get a warning?

Those thoughts were broken off when his momentary slack-jawed awe was taken prompt advantage of; The officer grasping his head, and guiding his muzzle smoothly over the swelling moghood before him. At once, Tsumi's mind focused to task, blushing richly. His tongue slithered along the underside of that modest length, tasting, and teasing down to its base, dabbing gingerly along the cop's sheath-lip.

Mog shivered lightly, smiling. Breathing steadily despite the experienced lips tracing up and down his shaft unaided. He nodded his approval, though the pink moogle's gaze was fixed upon the small, rougher patch of pubic fur bumping against his nose as he went to town on that shaft. The officer didn't seem to want to draw things out, as his vulpine friend had. The shaft oozed pre rather copiously over Tsumi's tongue as the young mog worked, swallowing time and again, panting in the thicker musk of the officer's crotch.

Tsumi's attentions were rewarded quite rapidly. His freedom and a modest warning but moments away as he felt the older moogle tensing, erupting over his tongue with a rich and thick load. The taste of it as he would have expected, he didn't pause to consider it, blushing as his head eased back to nurse focusedly about the glans of the officer and milk him dry. His muzzle abated when he heard that relieved sigh signaling the end of the cop's load.

Swallowing once more, Tsumi drew back, sinking to his knees and blushing. Waiting for the cop to zip up, and give him another stern talking to. Instead, the paw atop his head-fur lingered. Stroking, and gently grasping along his longer locks. Hesitant to catch the officer's eye, but all the same curious, Tsumi looked up slowly. His vision caught the sight of a rather oddly grinning muzzle, before the paw on his head pushed him back towards that groin.

His eyes widening, Tsumi squeaked his confusion. Was the cop trying to get him to coax another load out of him? Or smear himself clean on his muzzle? Nose-tip met cock-slit, and blinking rapidly, the pink mog found that shaft neither sinking into his muzzle, nor rubbing against it. It was sliding clear -over- it. Around it. And muzzled so promptly, the high pitched question of 'What the kupo!?' escaped as nothing more than a muffled 'Mmphhle!?' The cop groaned, biting his lip to muffle himself better as he pushed, and flexed his shaft. Watching with rapt attention as his shaft dragged the young mischief-maker inwards. His flesh bulging, with steady rivulets of his pre sluicing about the smaller mog.

Within, Tsumi's eyes wrung tightly shut against the impossible sight. He could only rely on the senses of touch, and hearing, as his muzzle tasted nothing but potent pre and seed, he couldn't breath in well, and opening his eyes saw nothing but pitch blackness. The sounds of a thick heartbeat pressed tight to his ears, pinned to his skull. Squishes and slurps, amidst the odd, reverberating groan mingled with the sensation of the officer's hands grasping along his form. Pulling him, pushing him inwards as the flesh around him stretched only enough to permit him further.

The pink mog's legs clambered and struggled. Thumping on the door of the stall, screeching along the tiled flooring until the cop's hands dragged him vertical, employing gravity in his descent. Mog groaned out with each inch he claimed, grinning down to the sight of the younger mog's torso vanishing. His Shirt slipping down to bare slim abs.. Beyond that, the hem of the baggy jeans as he wrapped his arms about them, stilling their fight and helping push Tsumi down..

The moments drew out, seconds into minutes, and for Tsumi, what felt like an odious eternity as he was rung and squeezed down and about into some strange space. Thick with seed and a growing are for his form to curl about within. He kept struggling frantically, hauling his arms free from the tube that had squeezed him down to push and anxiously knead along the walls of what had to be the cop's balls. All the while, the cop moaned, panting as he leaned back to admire the view. His balls settling in his lap, swelling, bulging as frantically as the legs still pedaling haplessly from his cock-slit. Legs, that with one particularly strong jerk, dislodged one of Tsumi's loose sneakers. The high-top thumping against the door and falling to the floor with a dull, but audible thud.

Grasping at the boy's soles, the officer pushed down slowly, sinking the last of his hearty, sizable cock-snack down, until the final bulges vanished into his body, and then, the balls along with the rest of the boy. It took some time to calm himself. The ache of a body within him almost too enticing. It would have been only too easy to orgasm from the sensations, and it took considerable effort to reign in the urge. Instead, he watched, licking his lips as the bulges struggled. The sounds of the other mog crying out, pleading beneath so much flesh and amidst thick waves of roiling seed.

He could feel it, and almost see it as Tsumi's form tossed and turned among the thick sloshing waves. The heat of the environment making the boy gasp for air. Air that burned with so much masculine scent, it was a struggle to breath in. The thick heat and the tight walls sapping his strength as his frantic struggles ebbed. Stroking over his finely furred balls, the officer licked his lips, grinning as he found the bulges of Tsumi's hands, face, or even feet pushing back. Each time, his hand rested over them, and sank them back in with a lewd squelch and muffled whimper.

Coughing among the seed, Tsumi groaned. His pompom hadn't illuminated since he'd been forced into that taut, slimy environment. The flesh let in the faintest amount of light, making those walls look the deepest, darkest shade of red. And the seed that had at first seemed like little more than a puddle, had somehow risen. His struggles stirred it up, coated himself in it as he continued pleading. If this were the cops idea of a warning, it was doing the job. Unseen to the pink mog, it was doing another job, too. His strength, fading, not only the result of the thick heat suffusing through his body. In fact, could he have seen, it wasn't just heat suffusing him. His body felt weaker. And the hot bath of seed about him was almost beginning to feel.. comfortable. Familiar, even. It got ever harder and harder to lift an arm free, to lean up, to push against the walls, to even whimper. With a great force of will, he lifted a hand, holding it over his face, eying its silhouetted form.. and realizing he could make out no definition. Like a mitt of a hand, far too small to be his.. His eyes widened once more in frightful realization, before something in his body gave. And he sunk beneath the thick seed with a bubbling moan, adding to that considerable wash of seed..

The final stirring motions abating, Mog sighed fondly, licking his lips. His ears perked gently as he heard the sounds of the bathroom door opening once again. There were no hurried footsteps to find a free stall.. Only slow, cautious ones making towards his stall.

'..Tsumi? ..Are you ok? I haven't seen that cop's cruiser leave yet.. so-..' trailed the fennec uncertainly. The door clicking unlocked made the twinky vulpine's large ears stand to attention. He stepped forward to push it open, only to gasp at the sight of the cop seated on the toilet. His balls gargantuan, and his face grinning wide. A white-furred hand lashed out faster than the fennec could have imagined, fastening on his arm and dragging him into the stall. 'Oh, he's doing just fine. Maybe a little wet around the ears, but you've got something more important to worry about, kupo.' Mog smirked. 'W-what the..?! Y-your..!' sputtered the fennec, finding himself being man-handled against the door by the cop. He felt the weighty, almost pillowy bulge of the balls pressing against the backs of his knees.

Wordlessly, Mog smiled, and holding the fennec in place, reached about to undo the other perpetrator?s pants. As they crumpled about his ankles, he pressed himself forward, gripping aside the thick bushy tail with one hand, pinning the fennec's chest to the door with the other. Wedging his shaft inwards was easy, what with how heavily coated his shaft was with pre. The vulpine's tailstar spread and wrung tight about his pulsing shaft, making the cop moan low with delight.

Despite his shock and abject fright at what his brain had so far comprehended, the fennec found himself whimpering, moaning in kind as the moogle's length speared him. Grinding firm, focused solely on his own pleasure, the cop knew he wouldn't likely last long. Not with how pent up sliding the smaller moogle into his nuts had made him. His thrusting hips bumped those great sloshing balls against the fennec's legs, making them tremble as he tried to hold himself up.

With a nervous inkling crossing his mind, the fennec whimpered, as he could only imagine what was going to happen when the cop went off. He opened his muzzle to protest, to beg the officer to stop, only to find himself moments too late. Mog panted as his thrusts grew rapidly in pace and force, losing synch and rhythm in lieu of pushing himself over the edge. His pulsing shaft already jetting pre grow rock hard.. before with a great bellow, his hefty nuts began emptying themselves into the fennec.

The poor vulpine cried out as the first wave of potent jizz snowballed into the second, which was lost into the third, and soon enough, all he knew was a great, hot, sticky, torrential load was being reamed under tail. His insides ached as he felt what could not possibly, yet logically had to be Tsumi, or what remained of him, was shot into him. His middle distended, belly growing heavy as the cop bucked. Hips jerking, Mog moaned as he felt that glorious orgasm begin to subside. He took a carefully balanced step back, sliding free of the fennec's backside, and let the boy sag to his knees.

Eying the vulpine over and stroking his shaft to milk the last of the former mog-boy out over the miscreant's back, Mog licked his lips. It took considerable effort to do what he had just done.. And being on the beat as many hours as he had.. He felt more than a little justified as his stomach gave a low gurgle.

As the fennec shakily lifted his gaze, from his jizz-rounded middle, to the cop, he froze, watching the white-furred mog beginning to loosen his tie, and unbutton his dark-blue shirt.

'Mmm, I do love creamfilled snacks, kupo.'