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Little Red Skating Hood and the Bad-ass Wolf.

© Tsumi moogle '10

Slade © himself.

Aaron and Casey © Tsumi Moogle.

Warning; Contrains drug reference and side effects.

The grinding sound of Slade's trucks on the pavement broke with the intermittent pushing steps of his well-worn sneakers. Hands buried in the pockets of his signature red hoodie, the mouse cut a simple, but apparently determined figure as his body leant his board this way and that along the sparcely populated midday street. Without aim, his eyes matching his hoodie, roamed the streets, apartments and cars, the odd pedestrian and once or twice a fellow rodent that made his lip curl and his pierced ears angle back. But without making a scene, they were left behind, his ropey tail whipping agitatedly behind him.

His feet and rolling wheels, fueled temporarily with disdain, saw him vacating that portion of town, weaving through a small number of streets, until he pulled up along the edge of the city park. His board kicked carelessly, but well-practicedly into his hands, he tucked it under an arm, and dug a hand in his pocket as he tromped his way through the grass, to a shady tree, where he settled the board back down, with his rump upon it. Tugging his hand back, with a fresh bud, he raised it to his lips and with a silver lined lighter, lit it behind his fingerless-gloved hand,taking a slow drag and blowing out a cloud lowly as he lay his back against the aged bark behind him. Letting, for a while, the cares of the world drift away with the fading whisps of smoke.

It was a small while, before his rounded ears flicked to footsteps approaching, and his eyes followed suit, even if his head didn't. Instinctively, his hand took the toke and butted it in the grass, before he ground it out underfoot.

"Tsk, man.. Why'd y'go an' do that..?" Drawled a scratchy, but light voice, making the mouse wince slightly. Like a bear to honey, his earthy smoke had apparently attracted one of the less savory denizens of the underworld.

"Thought you were a cop or somethin'. S'my last one, too." The mouse lied with a pointed and non-commital shrug, before turning his gaze at last to the figure, eyes passing a moment over the carelessly filthy pants, frayed at the hems of ruined shoes, and a shirt much too baggy, similarly stained. The person's fur was dark blue, marred about the elbows that barely peeked from under the long sleeves, and otherwise seemed emanciated. A notion followed by the mouses' gaze reaching Casey's face. He was a moogle. ...Or what was left of one. His face looked shallow, cheekbones accentuated to the point that it was almost pity-inducing. Bloodshot eyes with a perpetual darkened look about the edges of them and a flickering pompom, like a broken light, hanging loosely above his head. Once upon a time, prior whatever chemistry had fucked him up, Slade quietly imagined the moogle having been at least passably handsome.

"Huh.. Shit.. y'wouldn't know anyone that deals, then, would you?" The moogle asked with an attempt at casualness, his arm swiping his nose before scratching faintly at his arm. "Anything'd be good, man, y'know?" The mouses lips pursed a moment as he considered, nodding.

"Yeah.. there's one guy.. wolf.. he has the odd sash.. Nothin' heavy though." Slade muttered, more directing to get the moogle out of his hair. "'partment 217, third and brown." The mouse said, before leaning back some as the moogle reached to grasp his shoulder unsteadily.

"Cheers man. 'ppreciate it." Casey slurred lightly, standing and starting off on his way, whilst the mouse slowly drew another bud from his pocket, shaking his head with his eyes narrowing. "Fuckin' junkies." He muttered darkly, lighting again, and leaning his head back as he breathed another wafting cloud out.

It was a couple hours, before the mouse let his wandering mind return to the address he'd directed Casey to. His eyes looking the ground remnants of the bud he'd first ground out, he stood up, dusting himself off, and lifted his board. True enough, his dealer was there and against a junkie, he'd have no trouble handling himself.. but with the slightest notion of sheepish guilt and worry gnawing along his insides, the mouse trudged from the park, soon dropping his board to make better time for apartment 217. As he reached the building, he eased up the staircase, and looked about.. the barren walls un-marred, thus far and quiet enough. His sneakers silent on the worn-out carpet as he ascended the stairs. On down a hall-way and turning to the appropriate door, he hesitated, before rapping on it with the back of a knuckle. "...Aaron?" The mouse squeaked lightly, before trying his hand at the handle, and pausing to notice the scratch-marks along the paint. "..Shit." he muttered, grasping the handle and opening the door.

The apartment was dark. The curtains drawn throwing most everything into almost unintelligible gloom, which the mouse regarded for a few moments as his eyes grew accustomed. The entertainment system along the left-hand wall came into recognition, the beanbag at it's foot.. the low-settled table with it's mess and clutter seeming greater than usual, and the plush couch behind it. The mouse paused as he noticed in the gloom, the outline of someone sitting there, better noted, by the small speck of red that brightened a moment as someone sucked in a breath. "Aaron..?" The mouse asked uncertainly, tightening the grip on his board, before a familiar voice replied, pausing a moment to clear his throat, before speaking in a lower, gravelly voice.

"Yeah kid, uh.. good t'see you. What's up..?" 'Aaron' murmured. The mouse gulped lightly, his eyes narrowing slightly to try and make out more of the shadowed form, and the table.. no glint of a weapon.. but plenty of satchels.. Surely a half pound of weed.

"Dude.. what a big stash you've got." Slade murmured, surprised despite himself.

"All the better to smoke it up with.." croaked 'Aaron' with the inklings of a grin in his voice.

The mouse hesitated, stepping in a little closer, to see from the faint light from the doorway ruffled and pock-marked fur on the fur's arm of the couch, strange lined markings under dark blue fur.

"Dude.. what big scar tracks you've got.." Slade murmured, his nose wrinkling at the sight as he stared. Apparently subconsciously, 'Aaron' scratched at his arm, taking a moment to respond.

"All the better.. ...To..." He seemed to trail off, as if just stopping, staring into space for a small while.. before rather spontaneously, there came the low sound of his other hand starting to knead his crotch. With a low 'ziiip' Slade winced and looked away as the figure on the couch started unabashedly fondling himself.

"Dude.. what happened to that big cock you've got?" Slade muttered, half grinning as he tried to egg the figure on the couch.. perhaps he could run, get them out of Aaron's apartment.

"Wait-.. what?" Said the voice, forgetting to lower to it's gravelly tone.

And at that point, several things happened. A broad hand grasped Slade by the scruff of his hoodie, somewhere behind him flicked a light-switch which threw the apartment into sharp relief for a moment, making Slade close his eyes with a squeak of shock. The mouse felt himself pushed forward, bent over, and behind him, the door slammed shut.

"I think you mean My cock, kid." Came Aaron's deep voice. Smoother than his imposter's by far, and much more a relief to the Rodent's ears. Though, with the back of his baggy pants pulled down, the Wolf in name was much less of a relief to his ass as the Large Lupine quite smoothly speared the mouse on the thick head of his cock. Slade's eyes opened as did his muzzle to cry out in shock and momentary protest, before staring, as the wolf pushed him over the table, strategically so he could grab the shocked Moogle on his couch.

There was a growl from the wolf over him, as Aaron hauled Casey up from the couch and greeted him with gaping jaws. The well-smoked moogle, fried off his face, struggled lamely in shock, as the wolf lunged his jaws and jowels over the unwelcome guest and partaker of his secondary means of profit. Slade panted and stared, wincing as Casey's legs struggled, bumping the table before him, butting him back over the wolf's cock inchingly. Whimpering out, the mouse stared, as Aaron swallowed heavily, a thick and wet visceral noise that saw a droplet or two of his thick saliva drip over the undrawn hoody the boy was wearing.

"Mmph..! Oi! Watch it!" The mouse squeaked indignantly, before groaning as Aaron neatly ground and thrust forward, spreading the mouse wider as the wolf hilted firmly. Above the mouse, the wolf swallowed heavily, drawing the moogle's slim stomach and arms down without a care, chest expanding around his sizeable meal, followed by his toned stomach, which began expanding, against Slade's back, making the Mouse shudder.

With the moogle's pants undone and gravity taking them with it, Casey's pants slide down, bunching about the tops of his feet and gaffing his struggles, as Aaron smirked, lifting his head steadily and swallowing uncaringly over the moogle's hips, and starting to drain his slim and tapering form down. His gut spreading slowly, the moogle's lagged struggles weighed down and ground over Slade's back, before the wolf tugged away the ruined jeans and shoes, and with a wince, snapped his jaws shut and swallowed heavily one final time. Panting, the wolf knelt a moment over slade, letting his awkward meal struggle proper into position, before scooping an arm under the mouse, and easing onto the couch, laying out and turning him about on his grinding cock.

Slade blushed immensely, both from the unannounced ploughing, and the struggles of the former junkie against him, before he was turned to face the wolf. Taking in the ebon furred face grinning at him, thick hair coloured in the odd streak, and face peppered with metal. Several piercings along each ear, a pair of studs to each eyebrow, nose, lower lip, and he knew, tongue all laden with surgical steel.

"Tasted like shit." The wolf murmured, before percolating up a massive wet belch, leaving Slade's ears almost pinned back and cheeks as red as his eyes.

"Yeah, sorry, He was bugging me earlier, and I wasn't thinkin'." The mouse murmured, gulping as he rubbed over the massively domed gut, steadily riding the Lupine's thrusting length, feeling jets and oozes of heated pre slicking his silken tight ass.

"Ahh well, I think this kinda makes up for it, don't y'think?" Aaron murmured, groaning lowly and panting as his knot began swelling and grinding, toying the Mouse's tail-star all the wider. Arching his back some, and slowly grinding his own aching length against the churning, stilling bulge before him, Slade grasped at the wolf's thick fur. "Nnnhh.. just a bit..!"

The wolf smirked and softly pulled the boy down, hugging him some to his slowly softening gut as he started to heatedly lay into that snug ass wrapped about his cock-flesh, groaning and starting to growl again as the bulb of flesh tugging and pushing at Slade's ass grew to its full and proud size, locking inside the Rodent and grinding his prostate flat. Arching against the wolf's broad hands, Slade's scarlet eyes widened before a sharp cry escaped him, and clenching like a vice about that cock, knot and all, his length started spraying thick and heavy against the bared black fur of the wolf's belly, whilst his friend beneath him arched with a howl as the boy's spasming clenches set him off, jerking and stabbing his hips up to rocket his own thick jets of violently virile, thick wolf-jizz deep into the Rodent's guts. Intense, and wavering, Slade slowly tapered, slumping over that broad gut, panting in the much more savory, muskily deodorized fur of his older friend, as his cock slowly eased it's load, laying snug between bellies.

It seemed a minute or so later, before the wolf's eyes opened, panting heavily and murring, he eyed the boy and lifted a hand to tug Slade's cap free, and tussle the mouse's snowy hair, grinning lightly and tugging the headwear over his own ears and low over his eyes for cheesey effect as he grinned and huffed out a contented breath. "Next time, make sure they've at least showered first, would you..?"

The mouse inclined his head, slowly sitting up and nodding. "I'll try." He smirked, non-commitally, drawing his finger-claws through the wolf's belly-fur, scratching along softening, churning bulges, and watching the older form's face. "He's going to get you high as a kite y'know."

Already, Aaron's pupils were dilating. "It's gunna be a hell of a night." The wolf nodded, chuckling, as the world slowly started to warp before his eyes. "....Duuude."