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It's My Party and I'll Pred if I want to. © Tsumi Moogle '14 Characters Themselves. Happy Birthday, Lu-po!

The celebrations had certainly started out modest enough. A gathering of the moogle's closest friends and family, bunched into the sizeable home they usually lives in. An assortment of streamers, ribbons and balloons draped about the place in shades of rich blue, many festooned with "Happy Birthday, Ludash!" or "Happy 18th!" The chatter of numerous people audible above the sound of music, a space in the loungeroom converted into a makeshift dancefloor. The kitchen littered with snacks and plates, crumbs and remnants of the cake that had been baked and sumarily destroyed by the assortment of people. The floor littered with shreds of paper from the gifts the little mog had been granted. Shreds of paper, and clothes. Ludash was normally a very restrained little thing. Shy, sheepish, bashful to a fault in some regards. But his birthday party had found him entertaining another side of himself, as, dictated by relaxing laws governed by his newly attained age, he could now partake of booze. And partook, he had. Normally an embodiment of modesty, his hooded shirt and jeans lay discarded and forgotten, as he moved about on the dance-floor, a practiced, if somewhat sloppy sway to his body, moving to the music. Cheers bolstered him, giggles met in kind with more. No one was really upset that the mog boy had taken to his glass of baileys the way he had. If anything, it was heartening to see him come out of his shell. Even if that shell usually kept the snug, and very revealing G-string he wore, out of sight. He wore it well, with his broader hips and thick legs. If not for the close proximity of his fathers, there were at least several surrounding the mog who would have happily enjoyed his younger frame quite wantonly. But as it stood, he found himself quite openly dancing, finishing his cup and raising his arms over his head, dancing to a particularly empassioned chorus of the song thumping through the living room, unmolested, at least by hand. Through the throng of bodies came a new figure after a while. The sheepish look on the pink-mog's face speaking of being late to the party. Several pats on his backs, greetings and an assortment of words exchanged, Tsumi found a drink slipped into his hand. He eased it aside politely, having found himself a poor match for alcohol. Padding through the house, and blinking as he came accross the dance-floor, the pink boy perked his ears, seeing the unmistakable form of his smaller cousin Lu, grooving, and grinding, nearly nude among his friends, looking positively delighted with himself. Unable to help a snicker, Tsumi's ears twitched to the bassline of the music, stepping on towards the other mog. And catching one of Lu's pretty eyes, found the blue mog spreading his arms to greet him with a tight hug. "Tsu-po! You made it!" hiccuped the smaller mog, nuzzling against the shirt-clad chest of his cousin. "yeeeah, work kept me late. Your present might be a little late as well, k'po." pouted the pink mog, hugging the smaller. "You look like you're having a good time, though." Lu could only nod keenly, giggling and squirming against his cousin, almost grinding against him. "It's been a blast! You wanna dance?" "It's a dance floor, isn't it, kupo?" Ludash giggled, nodding and kept his hug on the pink mog, grooving, grinding a little more lewdly against the taller form. Where he certainly wouldn't have normally been so forward, he found those regular inhibitions of his laxed. Indeed the thought of grinding up on the pink mog was very inticing indeed. Tsumi's cheeks flushed. His eyes scanned over Lu's head, through the crowd to find the eye of the orange goo-dragon watching them. He gave a slight quirk of his eyebrow, but smirked, permitting the playfulness. It would stop the moment Lu wanted it to, and not a moment before.. Relieved, Tsumi smiled down to the smaller mog, taking up the beat and grinding with the mog amidst the crowd, eyes catching them, chuckles and light cheers following the grinding bodies of the mog-boys. Lu chrrled against the larger mog, nuzzling against his neck and shoulder. Hips pressed firm, body swaying, he found his heart thumping a little harder. His face burning in ways that had little to do with the alcohol.. And taking a step, he began to lead Tsumi backwards. As much as he wanted to dance with the older mog, he could think of something else he would love to do with him. The pink mog gasped as he found himself stepping backwards to Lu's insistance. Bodies bumped against his back, before parting about them obligingly, until the mog found himself being softly bulldozed back onto a large couch. Looking to the blue mog and perking his ears, Tsumi blushed. "L-Lu-po? What're you-" his words paused, as his eyes caught sight of the large tent in the smaller mog's snug G-striong. Stretching to modest limits, before Lu's blushing-cheeked face filled his vision and he found the smaller mog's muzzle pressing against his own. A kiss, eager, hungry, wanting pressed deep against his lips, Tsumi blushing furiously as the smaller mog, with surprising strength lifted his legs to bare his denim-clad rump. Lu's form quivered keenly, and the kiss broke enough for the deep blue mog's panting muzzle to spread into a smile. "K-kupo.. I've wanted to do this with you for ages, Tsu-po." swallowed the blue mog. Bracing those legs with his body to let his slightly fumbling handpaws tug and lift the waistband of the baggy jeans. Before the crowd, Tsumi blinked as his backside was bared. His eyes couldn't lift to meet the many gazes he knew were focused on the birthday mog enjoying himself, but he could sure as heck feel them on him. He could similarly feel when ludash's hands adjusted the ill-fitting G-string, letting it slip free and slide rapidly to the floor. And next thing he felt, was the aching press of a shaft, clearly unaffected by whisky-dick undertail. His aching moan was muted as the blue mog pressed another kiss to his lips. His panting breath mingling with Lu's as the blue mog sank his shaft slowly to the hilt in the exquisite silken embrace of the larger mog's backside. Not content just to feel it, Ludash began to savor it, rolling his hips in slow, clumsy thrusts, groaning against the muzzle of the pink mog pinned against the couch. His tail and wings fluttered as he gripped tight to the strawberry moogle, trailing his tongue along Tsumi's lips and beyond them as the larger mog's muzzle parted to permit it. Eyes closing tight, hands shaking some, Tsumi tried to find the strength to push the smaller mog off. He would -love- to do this with Lu, but, certainly not in public. His face burned terribly as he heard those cheers and chuckles continuing. And then Lu's hands were grasping his wrists, tugging them over his head to pin them in place as the blue mog thrust in earnest. There was plenty of passion to the embrace and ready reaming. Ludash groaning, but driven more by lust than anything else, found it hard to pace himself. It didn't help that Tsumi's backside wrung so exquisitely tight, slickened readily by his pre. And panting shakily against the older mog's lips, Ludash groaned out, finding his thick heated load being all but dragged free of him, humping it keenly, deep within the larger mog's body. Laying his ears, Tsumi moaned as he felt Lu's body jerkign against him. The thick rush of heated seed undertail making his body shiver fondly, but bashfully. He gasped for breath as the kiss broke, Lu smiling up to him, and found himself smiling back. "Nnph.. H-happy birthday, Lu-po." Chrrling, the blue moogle leaned in, grooming over Tsumi's cheek in thanks. His hips firmly pressed to Tsumi's rump, keeping them locked in place, at least until Ludash swallowed, and found himself grooming over the other mog's muzzle again, and a third time. The alcohol still coursing his system inviting something else he so rarely indulged in. He leaned up, tongue tracing his lips softly, almost seductively as he bumped noses with the larger mog. Wordlessly spreading his muzzle and lidding his eyes. Tsumi's cheeks couldn't burn any brighter. But already solidly reamed, pinned on the couch before the party goers, he stared at the smaller mog's muzzle inching towards him for what looked like such a tender kiss.. He lidded his own eyes, leaning to meet it. Only to find the brush of lips, of jaws over his muzzle entirely. His eyes fluttered open in confusion, pom glowing lightly over head as he found Ludash's mouth wrapped over his muzzle, suckling, nursing gingerly. The blue mog's tongue slathered along his chin and jaw-line before a low moan faintly reverberated against him. And hips stirring, Ludash drew his hips back, to begin thrusting anew, groaning as he savored his cousin's flavour. "L-lu..?!" Squeaked the pink mog muffledly, plea all but missed by the uninhibited mog beginning to thrust into him, and slowly bob his muzzle. The slick heat of lips and jaws tracing up and down his muzzle would have been enjoyable.. if it hadn't progressed. But Ludash was proving himself worryingly capable, even when plied. Those jaws spread and eclipsed Tsumi's vision, framing his head and all but collaring his neck, keepign his head trapped, compressed over the back of the blue-mog's tongue. His worried squeaks died easily in the effective muzzle the blue-mog's throatflesh made about his face. Ludash groaned with the rich, sweet flavour he slurped, and suckled from his cousin's form. Tugging the pink mog's arms down to his sides, hugging in place as his newly fueled hunger lead his slow thrusts to pick up, and his gullet to relax as he began eagerly lunging his jaws, swallowing in great rolls and throes of pleasure. The aching stretch of a body slithering down his gullet an exquisite delight. The brush of clothing less flavourful, but still an enjoyable texture to nibble and nurse over as Tsumi's body struggled quite frantically, if mutely against him.. He wasn't even aware of the crowd cheering him on, of Solid raising his eyebrows amusedly, of the second load of seed he was readily stuffing into his meal, and spurting over the couch as his eager gullet dragged Tsumi's hips free of the flexible mog's shaft. He was aware though, as gravity lurched him forward. His hands caught the back of the couch, muzzle raised to the roof as Tsumi's hips slid and sluiced smoothly down his satiny, slimey gullet..

Tsumi spluttered in the sloshing pit of his cousin's belly, feeling the body-warmed booze swishing about him, filling the thick air with a stupor-inducing haze. Curling steadily to the very much unaffected gut muscles wringing and compacting him about, he whimpered, pushing, bumping about fruitlessly, especially as he found the space compacting against something soft. The back of the couch bracing Ludash's belly comfortably as it continued to grow with every swallow. Ludash moaned heavily, with The musk of Tsumi's pants about his face. Swallowing the pink-mog clear out of them and wriggling his tail. He grasped blindly, dopily about ahead of himself to slip free the older mog's sneakers, and soon enough, seal his lips closed beyond the supple socked soles of the larger mog. His eyes fluttered fondly for the feeling of being so achingly full. He swayed some, but eased side-ways along the couch, hiccuping as he dropped the shoes and jeans to the floor. The crowd laughed and cheered as the bluemog reclined, opening his eyes lazily to lick his lips and chrrl. "Mmnhh.. Look what I can do, Tsu-po." Lu giggled, hiccuping as his belly gave a languid, burbling gurgle, bulging about. The rubs within an exquisite gift all their own as they kneaded and stretched his slightly aching gut. And ears still flicking to the music, Ludash smiled fondly for the touch of handpaws rubbing over his belly. Once it settled a little more, maybe he could see about dancing again. Not to mention he still had Tsumi's present to look forward to. If only every birthday could be his 18th.