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He hadn't been sure what to expect from the tiger's plea. Watching Jack's tall back as he walked ahead, lacking the usual saunter that James had come to recognise, he felt almost as put out as the state of the streets he was being lead down. Weeds poked their way through numerous cracks in the un-mended asphault and gaps in the age and rain-stained concrete. The chain-link fencing spanning the gaps of former businesses torn down lay rusted, keeping a grim colouration against the varied snippets of graffiti overlaying one-another through the ages. Taggers upon taggers having peppered up and down the peeling-paint of what buildings remained in the old industrial district.

Finally, his large ears pricked to the sounds of people. A number of people, and an underlying beat. He'd almost discerned specific words before Jack's abrupt stop made the mouse thump right into the armless denim hoodie. James oof'ed and backpedalled, adjusting his glasses as the tall feline's ball-cap clad head whipped around to glare at him. Certainly worlds apart from the desperate glint the mouse had seen when the tiger had tried to buddy up to him. 'sorry-' began the honey-furred rodent, falling silent promptly at a hissed noise from the larger male. Jack turned back to the double doors they'd stopped infront of, and took a breath to puff out his chest, knocking a few times and uttering what James could only surmise was a password to the doberman who peeked out of a broken window.

The doors opened, and James' large ears splayed as the sounds he'd heard amplified several times. The thicker music mixed with harsh lyrics that didn't quite seem to match the time. Hoots and Laughs and low groans of sympathy, surrounded the lyrics. Jack's hand grabbed his scrawny companion by the scruff of his shirt, hurrying inside as the bouncer stared pointedly. Pulling his tail swiftly to his side as the door shut promptly behind them, the mouse was rather put out by the secrecy of the place, squirming to paw at the hand all but dragging him along. Jack finally relented, when they'd worked through a number of bodies.

It was dark inside. There was a stuffiness in the air that spoke of a lot of bodies and not a lot of air-flow, which kept the odd mixed scents of smoke and people swirling. Spotlights blazed down at the heart of the warehouse, splitting the darkness. Squinting up to the roof, James could make out patches in the ceiling covered by what he guessed were plastic bags. There were several dozen people surrounding the ring of light, some nodding their heads to the pace of the music, all watching the two within. A ferret and a ram seeming to circle each other, the former with a microphone in hand. His eyes burned as he stared at the ungulate, teeth flashing about his words. Bouncing with his words, he was animated, and the crowd was into it, falling silent as they seemed to hang onto his words. James became aware of Jack's large frame moving away towards somebody. His head turning after the feline, while trying to keep his attention on what he realized was a rap-battle.

'Wearing gucci threads, keeping shorn, Sure of himself like he'll be worn, Get me a hacksaw for these dopey horns Soon just a pain in my -front-, it ain't no thorn!'

Whoops followed, and the mouse's head quirked, before the familiar, if ever unwanted grab of the tiger's hand on his arm tugged his attention away as between the jeering bodies, he made out as the ram took up the mic, the pursed nature of his lips contrasted the flush in his face. Soon he was totally obscured. 'Jack! Can you stop, please? What'd you bring me here for?!' The mouse snipped, earning no answer, as the tiger worked over to a very tall wolf. Donned in an open hoodie, scuffed looking jeans a few sizes too wide, a cap and a number of piercings and pieces of jewelry.

The wolf's gaze fell on the tiger after a moment, and even paused on James, passing up and down once with an eyebrow that raised with the corners of his lips. 'Holy shit, the kitten returns, and he's got his backup!' The wolf gave his lips a lazy licking and shrugged. 'Didn't think you'd make it this easy though. Look at him, he'll melt under those spotlights.' Poised arrow-straight, the tiger still wasn't near as tall as the goading lupine. His ropey tail flicked as he growled. 'Won't even need him, most likely.' 'Yeah? Then why even bother bringing him?' 'Excuse me?' James interjected as politely as he could. The wolf's ears perked under his cap as he turned to regard the mouse. 'What won't he need me for? He's only told me that he wanted my help.'

The wolf burst into laughter, and the mouse realized Jack's embarrassed tail-lash was from him. 'He's gunna need a whole lot more than that. You're here to back your friend up in a rap-battle, pip-squeak.' The lupine's head quirked mockingly. 'If you think you can. Doesn't seem like your kinda scene. But hey, have fun. I know I will.' the wolfs eyes stared almost intently at the mouse before his attention was turned towards the crowd as they burst into excited yells that apparently had decided a winner. Through the throng, the mouse made out the odd shape of the ferret dragging the sheep off into the crowd by a horn. The look on the ungulate's face was too quickly blocked by shuffling bodies for him to make out. 'Pucker up, kitten. It's almost show time.' the wolf brushed passed the tiger, a broad hand ruffling over the mouse's ears and hair, before his thicker tail buffeted the smaller frame.

Watching as the tall form vanished in the gloom, the mouse glanced up at his.. well, Jack wasn't really a friend. ..He'd probably seen the inside of several lockers directly because of him. He couldn't quite fathom -why- he'd agreed to help him, all said. Or how the tiger thought he -could-. 'A rap-battle? What do I know about rap-battles, Jack?!' 'I've seen your poems, Squeak.' The tiger spat back, still surly from the mouse's unintentional betrayal of his weakness. James' eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. 'Yeah, last time I dumped your backpack out in the hall. It's basically the same thing, right?'

'And what makes you think I want to win at a rap-battle?' The mouse squeaked hotly, giving one of his feet a stomp. '...I think you'd like losing a whole lot less.' The tiger murmured, his eyes staring out over the heads of the crowd. Whatever he was fixated on, James couldn't make it out from his vantage point. 'Look. Just- ..I'll be fine. You're just.. back-up, like Nick said.' The tiger swallowed, stepping into the crowd. Blinking at the subdued nature of the taller form, James followed, worming through the bodies that closed in behind the tiger as he stepped closer to the fore.

A panda stood in the midst, mic in hand, acting as interim entertainment as he beatboxed in lieu of the formerly thumping beat of the aged, but well-loved looking boombox that a jackal sat atop of. The crowd watching, grinning, nodding appreciatively with the intricate sounds the somewhat soft-framed bear worked through. At least until Nick's tall form stepped into the ring, opposite where Jack stood. Eyes fixed on the tiger, he gave the barest beckoning motion with his head, and the tiger stepped into the light as well. The panda's eyes moved from Feline to Lupine and back, before offering the mic towards the wolf's outstretched hand. Nick grinned, pointing at the boombox, and with a flick of a button, the familiar music began.

The duo stepped towards each other, and almost began prowling. Their eyes passed one another up and down, looking for weakness, the mouse surmised, as the wolf's grin only widened.

'Look who's back, orange-black, this boy should be yellow. Soon good-night, say goodbye, such a fleeting hello. Back-up weak, tiny squeak, both are going below. Have they a snowball's chance in my gut? Ha! Hell No!'

The crowd laughed, and eyes passed around. James blinked as he realized people were looking at him, and then at Jack. Grins were widening as the mouse's mind followed those words with confusion, the wolf thumping his stomach, approaching Jack from the stalk, almost looming over him as he continued.

'Crawling back, feeble snack, It's a five second rule. Bringing scraps into a trap, he's not the only tool. Bet he'll scream, yo, your team they're the ones who'll be tossing while I'm flossing, hefty and full.'

James' confusion mounted as the crowd kept up their laughter and the odd whoops. As a small gap in the crowd formed, with someone moving aside, the rodent caught sight of the ferret from earlier. A momentary glimpse, of a very substantial form. Far more substantial than when he'd been rapping. The ram was nowhere to be seen, despite having been all but dragged off by him. His heart, already pounding, picked the pace up a notch. The mouse's fur stood on end as his breath caught in his chest. Jack growled at the taller form, and took the mic, as the wolf smirked, and stepped away, arms opening out, taunting the feline.

'Big words from a big guy, but it's all you've got Unlike my stomach, you're not near so hot The kid's here for sure, hear that? So what! Unlike my stomach on you, I'll need him not!'

The crowd gave an appreciative 'Oooohhh!' As the tiger's tail flicked. His eyes kept darting up and down the wolf's form, even sweeping over towards the mouse, who looked rather paler than normal.

'Then there's you, One not two, there ain't no pack No one to rub your gut, no one there at your back L-like your pants, nothin' holding, you're drooping slack Some lonesome wolf, soon just a writhing snack.'

The falter was caught easily, The crowd smirked, not with the tiger, but at him, as his ropey tail twitched. James could see the tall form's nerves. He never spoke when he could help it at school, at least from what he knew of the upper classman. His dread rose with anxious realization. His ears twitched as the wolf took the mic back.

'Ooh! He came back strong, strung along, this pussy from the jungle Pouncing out he struck face into muck, his hunting one big bungle Wash this failure out, without a doubt stagnant like he's going fungal Mouse with mushroom, Oh there's room, just listen to the rumble~'

Nick's attention dropped from the tiger. Fixing instead on the rather out of place rodent. Turning the mic on his gut, he lifted his hoodie to let the thick gurgle reverberate. Smirking, he lifted it to his lips again.

'What of you, little shrew, Do you think you can do better? prompt in classes, coke-bottle glasses, your ears couldn't be wetter. Sided with a kitten fate has bitten that you're his abettor. Pay up your bill, be my fill you little mislead debtor!'

Jack had realized he was done. He wasn't even being looked at by the wolf.. He'd crossed the ring to face James, and slowly held out the mic to the small form. The laughter and cheers pressed against the mouse's ears. He looked at the mic, before someone nudged his back. Instinctively he took the microphone. In a way, they were just.. debating, the rodent thought. he glanced about at the faces around him, nervous, but finding a curious link. And he did like winning debates.

Lifting the microphone to his lips, the crowd softened, to let the first timer go. The beat of the music came, and the wolf's words played in his mind. A small smile crossed his lips as he stepped into the ring of light.

'Back up pup, and clam up, I'm not a shrew. I'm a mouse, I'm in your house and I'm gunna chew Through the wires, starting fires, 'cause even though I'm new, pyrotechnic gunna wreck nick, make him well done food!'

The crowd's sudden rise of noise nearly staggered the nerdy mouse as he stepped around the wolf. Nick's eyes widened, and his grin followed suit.

'Don't take much, crowd's a clutch, Words are my thing. akin your nose down my throat, I'm gunna wring You out, scarce a doubt, even with all your bling. So said the tool 'Five-second rule', a short-lived king!'

The turn-about had the crowd cheering the mouse as he offered the mic up to the stunned looking wolf. Nick grinned, as he waited the lull to catch his groove, shaking his head.

'Colour me surprised, the squeak arised, and soon he'll struggle Under weight, under words, as his world gets juggled His magic trick, won't soon stick, this one trick muggle Puttering potter, soon for hotter, away I'll smuggle.'

The lupine smirked as he approached the mouse, baring some of the rings and gleaming watches on a hand, as he narrowed his eyes.

'One for each, tasty cheech I gave a new home. A PA for you, little shrew, so bright it's gotta be chrome. Like the gleam? yo, jealousy won't get you a throne. Save porcelain, round you'll spin, a flushed off tomb stone.'

Ominous chuckles echoed around the crowd as the wolf licked his lips before the mouse, who was suddenly struck by the bluntness of that statement. His ears flicked as he reached for the microphone, giving his head a little shake. Another glance over the wolf, his words hovering in James' mind, brought another angle to him.

'Listen to this 'king', crowded bling, with imagined crown. One for each, does he preach? What a shanty town. Little shrew, new wrecking crew, here to break it down. Try black and white, hot and tight, you trussed up clown.'

The mouse's direct attack made the wolf perk his ears, the crowd laughing with James form as he padded around the much taller form, wetting his lips, with a budding look of determination.

'No magic trick, just whole sick of these toys and games words in circles jaws encircle, amidst these pokes and names. This wolf's all out, cracks in grout and all his points up in flames. No more shrew, it's time you knew, my gosh-darn name is james!'

There was a smirk and snickering in the crowd to the mouse's aversion to swearing, even with such stakes. The wolf's teeth flashing under the spotlight as he reached for the mic. The mouse almost begrudgingly offered it up. The wolf's arms opened and he grinned, stepping around the mouse, as if mocking him.

'Shrew or James, it's just a name, no need to get in a fit, 'scept inside this lupine ride, as best would a tiny nit. Wrecking house, this nerdy mouse? Please bitch you ain't got the grit So turn around, bow, go down, And feel free to quit!'

The wolf walked beside the mouse, draping an arm around his shoulders with a smirk.

'If you can't hack it, all this racket, then you shouldn't have come. Your tiger friend, an early end, shit son your choice was dumb! Unlike most, your words engrossed, but you're still just a crumb on my plate, now check-mate, little James get ready to plumb~'

The crowd cheered with the wolf's words, before the mouse snagged the microphone, and stepped away from the wolf, inclining his head.

'Once again, a circled lane, the wolf is back to shit seems his draw, is past the maw and hell it seems to fit. Like he thinks my pointed words mean I'm gunna quit. This lone hunter, busted punter, drawn into a tar pit.'

Jack had to pause amidst his wide-eyed shock of the back and forth of the match, his backup taking up his words for point. Staring at the mouse, he couldn't help a grin.

'Fire and all, this rolling snowball's got no time for melting. Round for round I'll knock you down, I'll just keep on pelting. Get used to leather; steamy weather, cause I'm near done belting collar tight leading inside, to where you'll soon be smelting.

The mouse stepped up to the wolf, to grasp at his jacket, tugging his forward with pursed-lips and narrowed eyes under his glasses.

'As an addendum, to how they end 'em: with a hearty belching!'

And James percolated up a thick belch, right in the wolf's face, making his opponent's eyes go wide, and the crowd explode with noise of approval. The panda stepping in, smirking as he glanced between the wolf and mouse, and lifted one of Jack's hands. The slight mouse panted nervously, blushing as the wolf gave him a grin, and nodded approvingly, before Jack's form hurried over, laughing.

'Holy shit, Squeak! We did it!' The tiger clapped his smaller friend on the shoulder, smirking towards the wolf. His grin faltered though, as he found the wolf grinning at him even more dangerously. Nick started walking forward, draping an arm around the feline and mouse, leading them through the crowd easily. 'Uh-uh, kitten. You bombed out. Your little back-up snack attack won.' Nick corrected as he wet his lips, wagging his tail with keen amusement. 'Which is the only reason I'm not packing you in right now. True, I mighta lost, but you were the bet on the line. You always knew, if you lost, you were on the winner's menu.' His eyes turned to the mouse, and raised an eyebrow as Jack swelled indignantly.

'Him?! He's a little nerd! He's not a pred!' The tiger sputtered, before the wolf easily wrangled the feline's arms behind his back. 'No? I don't think he's ever been given the chance. And if that last performance was anything to go by, I bet he'd be willing to try.' James swallowed and stared at the wolf grinning at him over Jack's shoulder. He took a step back, tail flicking as his cheeks glowed. 'N-Nick, he's right..! I'm not-' the mouse began. 'You claim your prize, or I do, shrew. And once he's down, I'm waiting for dessert.' The wolf growled pointedly. 'Open wide, squeak. It's a piece of cake. I'll walk you through it~'

Staring at the wolf, and at the tiger, James splayed his large ears back, before his jaws tentatively spread, and yawned, making the tiger struggle and yowl as the larger lupine began to easily guide his head forward. One arm holding his wrists, the other tugging his ball-cap free, before it grasped the feline's head and sank his nose into the awaiting maw yawning so meekly before him. The mouse blushed as he felt the struggling muzzle of his former-bully moosh over his tongue, and press forwards. The unerring press of the tiger's head inwards making his cheeks swell with the larger male's head. His tongue brushed along the fine fuzz of Jack's chin and jawline, tasting despite himself, and as he took an awkward swallow over the tiger's nose, the mouse scrunched his face up to the odd stretch of havign something so sizeable callously stretching his gullet.

Smirking as he watched the mouse begin, the wolf nodded and smirked. 'Just like that, Squeak. Side to side a bit, work over him.' He guided with a small smack of his lips. Hell, he'd imagined packing the shirty tiger down so many times. Feeding him to a scrawny nerd of a mouse was in some way, even more delectable. His hand slowly moved to the back of the cat's head as the mouse's jaws worked slowly up over the tiger's face, worming as he'd been advised, until he slowly snugged Jack's neck in a make-shift collar of flesh. Struggling in place, and his sputtering yowls of shock and outrage muted by those slow roiling walls about him, Jack began to lift a leg to try and kick at either of the duo, only to find a ropey, sinewy hold curling about his ankle. He knew the feel of the mouse's tail, and widened his eyes as the smaller male's hands rested on his shoulders. No way. No fucking -way-! He couldn't be eaten by a MOUSE. But the slow, quaking crawl of that slimey, stiffling heat over his shoulders, apparently begged to differ.

Nick stared hungrily over the sight of his newest opponent to so keenly get into savoring victory. He was straining, he was struggling, but the nerdy little thing was eclipsing the widest part of his prize. His hands gripped, and pulled. The tiger drew inwards several inches, slow, steady and inexorable. The wolf could only wag and smirk with pride as James laboriously ingested the heavier frame. The muted struggles vanished, stomach after torso, hips beyond abs, knees chasing tail.. But agonizingly, the tiger was reduced to a pair of twitching timberlands, which the mouse, in the tapering ends of the feline found an almost ease to claim over. With one last, exhausted swallow, the tiger was reduced to so many frantic bulges under the mouse's hide as he sank to the dusty floor, gasping, panting heavily.

Smirking, Nick stooped down before the mouse, and dropped the tiger's ball-cap on his head. 'What was that last line of yours, squeak?' He coaxed with a smirk. James opened an eye, his flushed cheeks hidden in the gloom, but he managed a smile. 'As an addendum, to how they end 'em: with a hearty belching!'

And with a nod, the mouse let loose a hearty belch, tautening his gut over his prize. The wolf chuckled and nodded with a smirk. 'You're gunna be back, I hope, that was one of the better battles I've had.' he rumbled, ruffling the mouse's gut, kneading the trapped tiger as he felt the slow burbling of that gut getting to work. 'You know, I was unsure about it.. But, I think I will.' The mouse murmured, panting gently, licking his lips as he looked to the wolf. 'Not that I'm going anywhere for a while though.' Nick laughed. 'Yeah, no kidding, kid. He'll take a while!' 'Oh, not that.' The mouse smiled, wetting his lips. 'I'm waiting for dessert.'

The wolf's eyes widened.