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"Our scene opens in a dim bar. Orange lights low, the beat soft and steady. And bring in the cello..."

A gray mouse, his coat patched as if in testament to his life on the road, gestured to the musicians behind him, and the music swelled. It was a low, easy rhythm, and it throbbed with the heartbeat of the room as the cello ferret leaned into his instrument. The mouse at the front caressed his microphone, whispering to himself and his band. His voice was quiet and unobtrusive, trickling into the quiet atmosphere with no disturbance. If asked, the audience probably wouldn't know whether he said anything or not... he wasn't singing just yet, but it all felt like a song. The bar, the patrons, the instruments... the whispers of the singer, and the whispers of cold from the open door--it was all part of the same song.

"Yeah, slow like that, Jimmy..." He sang now: "Here's to all the boys who came along... Carrying soft guitars in cardboard cases, All night long... Do you wonder where those boys have gone?"

His voice was high, but its gentleness soothed the soul, brought it sighing along with each soft word. Most of the audience ignored him, looking only into their glass as the rhythm unknowingly calmed their spirits. Those who watched sat enraptured and unmoving. Their glasses untouched, they drank in the sight and sound of him. His body was small, his limbs slender, and the patched gray fur covering his body made him hazy and beautiful. He wore loose pants, but no shirt--though the night was cold, the warmth backstage was almost stifling. Casually slumped on his stool, holding his guitar, his confidence and peace allured all who watched.

He could always tell the local girls, wherever he went--and there they were again. He made sure to smile, just for them, in his mellow way. He watched the smiles in return, the ears moving subtly, the shy ones blushing. His song eased the way for this unspoken conversation of whiskers and ears, body to body, and the girls spoke volumes. He moved his gaze along to others. The drunks he passed on by--the fathers or boyfriends of the girls, or just the disinterested. He knew that for some, he was there only accidentally--just another noise for the booze to drown out--and he accepted it. He waited for those who were waiting for him to arrive... like that mouse at the bar...

With one more drawn-out chord, he laid the song to rest. As the room came trembling back into existence, he blinked, glanced around, and looked back at his musicians.

"Half an hour. Change your strings, and tune up," he said, then stepped off to one side of the stage. He left his guitar in its stand near the mic, and a rabbit moved past him to look it over. "Thanks, John," he nodded, and stepped backstage.

Jonah smiled briefly to himself, and slipped through the curtained entrance to the stage, winding up at the far end of the bar. As he walked towards the mouse at the other end, he kept his sight fixed overtly on him. The mouse, however, was too preoccupied with the bottom of his glass to notice. Only when Joseph approached within a foot of him did the mouse look up to see Joseph standing beside him.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked, sliding into the next seat over without waiting for a response. He placed an elbow on the bar and stared at the mildly put-off mouse.

"Can I help you?" he asked quietly, wondering why this stranger was approaching him.

"I hope so," Joseph responded, with a suggestive smile that did not entirely pass without notice. "First of all, let me introduce myself. I'm Joseph--and if you haven't been drowning yourself in your sorrows all night, you probably noticed that I'm something of a musician." The other mouse looked away, feeling found-out. He hadn't even recognized Jonah's voice. "What's your name?"

He looked back into his glass for a moment, as if for emotional support. "Daniel," he replied, glancing briefly at the stranger--not wanting to turn his way, but not capable of simply ignoring him. Joseph smiled disarmingly, still staring directly at him. Daniel blushed and looked away.

"So... Daniel. Do you ever wonder?"

"What?" Daniel mumbled, trying to refocus his attention away from the intrusion. His misery was not of a kind that desired company.

Joseph had moved closer, and now sat within inches of Daniel's body. He leaned close to him, casually, as a friend would. "Do you wonder where those boys have gone?" he whispered. Daniel turned to him, confused. "You know what I mean, Daniel. Your first, your last... the one that ran off with your heart. The many others who never told you where to go, which is why you're so lost right now. Wondering where they've gone..."

Daniel was silent. He blinked, glanced back to his drink for a moment, then said dryly, "I don't know if they were ever around to begin with." He coughed, and felt his nose beginning to blush, and his eyes itch.

Joseph paused for a second or two. "Don't cry," he almost said, then realized that those words above anything else would set him off instantly. He held off for a second while Daniel sniffled, then risked putting his arm around the mouse's shoulders. "Come here," he whispered, "I've got a place in the back." After a few moments more, Daniel shakily rose to his feet. The bartender started to approach about the drink, but Joseph waved two fingers at him, and he nodded.

* * * * *

When Daniel finally looked up from his feet, he found himself spread out on a large pillow, sunken back into its embrace, and buoyed back out of his silent funk. His drink was gone, and with it anything to anchor him to the bar. He felt as if he were in a different world. The lights were still low, but faintly green-tinged, and the murmuring white noise from the bar was gone. Nothing broke the silence, but it was bent slightly into something pleasing by the soft low tones of an acoustic guitar. Jonah sat across from him in the small one-person bedroom, fingers casually stroking the guitar. His eyes never left Daniel's face, but it never felt as oppressive as a stare. Everything just felt... natural. Daniel wasn't even startled when he realized he was lying in Jonah's bed.

"Feeling better?" Joseph asked, his smooth voice blending with the guitar's, not disrupting the silence. He wound down the melody into a few last chords, which seemed to reverberate silently through the room even as he set the guitar aside, and moved towards the bed. Daniel wiped his eyes, trying to dispel his drunken sorrow, but finding nothing to replace it with. He looked at the dingy ceiling, briefly beginning to wonder what he was doing in this bed, before the unexpected touch of Jonah's paw on his leg made him jump.

"Shhh..." was Jonah's immediate response, maintaining contact and smiling into Daniel's startled face. He moved slowly, inching up the bed, and Daniel watched in mute astonishment, not knowing how to respond to such deliberate, focused, and physical attention. Another paw found Daniel's other leg, fingers curling around his thin calves, and Daniel felt his legs being spread. He whimpered.

"Don't be scared, Daniel," he whispered, their muzzles nearing.

"I'm not scared," Daniel wanted to reply, but he was afraid it might be a lie. He was warm all over, blushing fiercely with each soft squeeze of Jonah's paws, but a strange tightness gripped his whole body, and he found it difficult to breathe. Was this arousal, or fear... or both? What was he afraid of?

When Jonah's lips touched his, he spasmed. A muffled squeak escaped his lips, and his body struggled, without any conscious motive, to escape. But Jonah was on him, now, restraining Daniel with his slightly greater weight, and his paws wrapped around Daniel's wrists. His mouth was active, no longer content with coyness or subtlety, but hungrily sucking at Daniel's soft lips. Daniel whined, feeling not merely drunk but as if he was being drunk, the mouse above him sucking from his very mouth the squeaks he made, and the fear. It was unlike anything he had experienced, dreamed, or ever thought to desire. Jonah withdrew, releasing Daniel's trembling paws, and exhaled with vulgar satisfaction. Daniel looked up at him, paused for several seconds, finally inhaled, and Jonah was on him again before he could think to resist.

The walls were thin, but Jonah had been here before. Only the bartender, inches from the door, could hear the sounds they made over the din of the bar, and he was content to let the entertainment have his own entertainment. He brought in many a regular, and those who came for more than just the music would often drink the most. Besides, how often did you hear of a mouse getting up to any trouble?

Daniel was less enthusiastic--and more, at the same time. He struggled, and put his heart into it, arching his back and whimpering with what he thought must be fear. What he wanted most at that instant, though he could not put words to it, was not to escape. To be overpowered, subdued and ravaged, resisting all the while. These thoughts flowed through his head, in images, not words, and even as he acceded to them he did not understand them. At that moment there was no need to understand. Jonah's paw pulled roughly at his hip, rolling him over onto his belly, and all the images that rushed through his head were coming true.

Two paws hooked under his arms, crossing his chest to pull his body firmly against Jonah's. He felt a firm prodding against his ass, an entirely unfamiliar feeling but one that felt as natural to him as anything ever had. Impatiently, Jonah tugged at Daniel's pants, his breath heavy in the mouse's upturned ear. His pants finally yielded, and Daniel was suddenly aware of the stiffness of his own cock as it bobbed, dripping, beneath him. Jonah rubbed lewdly against him, lifting his body up and manipulating it as he pleased, and Daniel let him. He whimpered, not out of fear, but with a sort of satisfaction. It felt right, to him, that someone should be treating him this way. How could he be ashamed when he had no choice in the matter? How could he be afraid, when he so clearly wanted it?

That prodding was now spreading wetness across his fur. An electric shiver shot through his spine when the tip landed under his tail, pressing gently, making his tailhole feel slick. He whimpered again, this time hearing the note of fear in it. To his surprise, Jonah withdrew. His cock pulled away, leaving Daniel uncertain and expectant, but it was replaced a moment later by two fingers rubbing spit against his pucker. They pressed more firmly than his cock had, lubricating every crevice, but stopping just short of entering the mouse's body. Daniel quivered with anticipation, unused to such attention, and fearful, but desperate to feel his tailhole spread open for the first time.

Jonah's paw squeezed tightly around the thick base of Daniel's tail. He tugged at it, and Daniel followed, letting his hips be tilted upwards, clearly presenting the mouse's quivering pucker. A thumb grazed over his tailhole, pressing deeply, and Daniel cried out, his body going rigid. A moment later, realizing that he had not yet been penetrated, he slowly relaxed, glancing backwards at Jonah's grinning muzzle. Jonah grasped his shoulders, stroking the back of Daniel's neck, and laid his body down along Daniel's back. His muzzle nestled against the mouse's ear, licking gently, and purred one word to him in a quiet, forceful tone.

"Deeper?"

The sound of it wrung a quiver from Daniel's prone body, and Jonah immediately clasped him tight. Though his movements seemed like struggle, and the frightened mouse could not bring himself to say yes, his hips remained tilted throughout, tail raised obediently. Jonah pulled himself closer, his cock lining up perfectly with Daniel's tailhole.

"Deeper," he whispered, kissing Daniel's neck gently, as he slid himself into the warmth of the mouse's body.

Daniel's ass was pliant and welcoming, letting him enter smoothly with no coaxing and little lubrication. The moment he was in, he felt it seize up around him, gripping down firmly on the length of his cock, and Daniel cried out as if struck. Jonah nuzzled the back of his neck, purring softly into his ear while Daniel shuddered underneath him, his ass spasming around the mouse cock buried deep inside. Jonah's paws roamed over his body, his cock was twitching and dripping inside of him, and Daniel continued to struggle.

"Don't be scared, little mouse..." he whispered, licking at Daniel's fur. "I do love how tight you are..." He pulled his hips back, his cock sliding out only with difficulty from Daniel's tight tailhole. "But you need to relax if I'm going to fuck you properly." He wrapped his arms around the prone mouse, clasping his flailing paws against his sides and pinning him to the bed with the weight of his body. His legs rested between Daniel's, spreading them wide, and he hunched forward to give himself room to thrust deeper into the mouse's body.

Daniel squeaked, half-muffled by a pillow and unable to move. Jonah was thrusting more fervently, spearing him deeply and showing little concern for his hesitance. He felt... full. The presence in his ass had felt like a violation, but within moments that feeling had faded. The fullness was uncomfortable, in a way, but also incredibly pleasant. The thrusting was starting to chafe, but with every thrust, Jonah's cock nudged something deep inside him that sent a little thrill through his body. He squeezed his tailhole in time with each thrust, his ass rippling around Jonah's cock, and with every squeeze he heard Jonah moan in response. He was briefly delighted, timing his squeezes and listening for the reflexive groans that would inevitably follow. He was underneath, but Jonah was the one being toyed with.

In the next moment, he realized just how limited his control was. He was pinned under Jonah's full weight--not an uncomfortable burden, but enough to keep him still. His body was half-sunken into the bed, his arms to his sides and his legs spread out too wide to move. His upturned ass gave Jonah full access, his muzzle was muffled by a pillow, and Jonah had begun to bite the back of his neck. He could barely move, and he felt himself panicking.

Daniel's eyes went wide, and he found himself suddenly aware of every movement, every slight sound and hot breath rushing past his ears. He was in a bar, in the back room, on a mattress, being fucked by the entertainment. Being fucked in the ass by a male, by a strange mouse he had just met. He had let this mouse inside his body, ducked his head and spread his legs, and now he was powerless to make him stop. Despite how much he had enjoyed it, the fullness in his ass now felt like an invasion, an unwelcome presence in his most vulnerable area.

He struggled in earnest now, but Jonah just took it as a challenge. He squeezed the mouse tighter, laughing at the sudden vigor of Daniel's resistance, and delighted that he was finally participating actively. Daniel's panicked spasms were even more pleasurable than his deliberate clenching. Jonah bore down on the whimpering mouse, his short, jerky thrusts signaling his approaching climax. His muzzle tucked into Daniel's ear, whispering harsh obscenities and terms like "cum", "bitch", and "breeding". Each word shook Daniel, and each deep thrust brought him closer to being filled with Jonah's seed. Finally Jonah hissed, exhaling through his teeth, and buried his cock fully into Daniel's ass, his buttocks twitching as he held himself deep. Daniel froze, a low, helpless whine leaving his throat, as he felt Jonah's seed spill into him.

They lay that way for nearly ten minutes, long after Jonah's body had stopped quivering--Jonah in a satisfied stupor, and Daniel limp and resigned. The fullness in his ass slowly decreased, slipping limply out of him with a trickle of warm cum. Eventually the weight on top of him lifted away, without acknowledgment. The door closed silently, leaving Daniel alone with his thoughts, and dripping with another male's sweat and cum. His own cock had withdrawn, ignored, still coated in precum from his initial excitement. He awoke when the music started, hearing life go on outside the door, and a now-familiar voice resuming his gentle serenade. His mind remained blank as he rose to exit, donning clean clothes over his soiled fur, pausing only to wipe the drool from the nape of his neck.

He passed immediately beside the bartender upon leaving the back room. The black dog glanced his way with a wince that he could not fully hide, and quickly took him by the arm. Daniel followed passively, back to the stool he had occupied earlier that night, and mutely accepted the drink that was placed into his paws.

The song went on. Daniel swallowed his drink, and let it swallow him up.