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A small, red moogle scrunched his face to read the directions he'd been given. He tilted his head as he inspected the instructions, gazing up at the street signs that marked the corner he was standing on.

"Turn left at Park Street," he mumbled, nodding to himself.

Hanare wasn't normally a city-going moogle, but his family had invited him to visit. He preferred quieter places, and was more than a little intimidated by the bustling city around him. He'd nearly been run over several times already while attempting to cross the street. Despite his pom-pom's glowing warnings, his anxiety distracted him from his surroundings.

Hanare turned to the left, his eyes scanning the busy sidewalk ahead of him. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he clutched the slip of paper in his paw, a small flute bouncing against his chest as he resumed walking, looped over his neck by a thin cord. The silver caps glinted in the sunlight, accenting the old wooden flute that the moogle cherished so dearly.

The red moogle gazed expectantly at the slip of paper, anticipating his next instruction. His head lifted to gaze down the busy street, though he was unable to read the signs in the distance. He began to hum softly, his red pom bobbing up and down above him with each step, his braided red hair bouncing.

Hanare's ears flicked as he listened to the sounds of the city around him. Horns honking, various species of animals scurrying about and calling out to one another, music blaring from passing vehicles; it was all rather overwhelming to the poor boy.

The moogle paused as he reached an intersection, gazing up at the signs. He peered down at his paper, frowning to himself. He still had a few blocks to go, it seemed. He stepped forward off the curb, neglecting to heed the illuminated sign that indicated "don't walk." Hanare's pom glowed intensely to warn him of danger. A horn blared as Hanare moved into the street, followed by a screech of tires.

The moogle shrieked and fell backwards, narrowly avoiding a yellow taxi that swerved around him. The driver made a rude gesture as the moogle fell onto his rump next to the concrete curb. His heart raced as he whimpered, watching the yellow vehicle continue along the paved road. He sighed and brushed himself off as he stood, then realized immediately that he was empty-handed. Where had his map gone?

He looked around frantically, hoping it hadn't gone far. Another vehicle honked and sped past, reminding the moogle that he was still standing in the street. A gust of wind blew over him as the vehicle brushed by, a flicker of white catching his attention. He turned to see a white sheet of paper tumbling through the air and leapt up.

"Kupo! My map!"

Hanare jumped up and rushed into the street without thinking, narrowly dodging another vehicle. The driver leaned out and yelled to him as his car screeched to a stop, gesturing for the moogle to get out of the way. Hanare ignored him. He chased after the slip of paper, pouncing on top of it when it landed in the gutter.

The moogle breathed a sigh of relief, clutching the paper tightly in his fingers. He stood up and brushed himself off again, then turned it over to look at his instructions again.

"How would you like to make $100,000 a year, working at home?"

Hanare's throat tightened. His heart raced as his eyes scanned over the advertisement. This wasn't his map. His breathing grew shallow as panic set in, his eyes darting up and down the street in an attempt to spot his directions. Without them, he was hopelessly lost. He had no way to contact his family.

The moogle turned and stepped back to the intersection he had previously been standing at, trying to recall the directions from memory. He'd read over them so many times he was confident that he could remember the way. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, looked both directions to ensure that the street was clear, then crossed quickly. A backpack bounced against him as he ran, nearly bumping into a large wolf when he reached the opposite corner. The moogle sidestepped around the canid quickly, his feet bouncing over the pavement.

Hanare didn't slow until he reached the next intersection, lifting his head once more. His eyes scanned over the signs, trying to remember where he was supposed to turn. The street sign indicated that he was at Coliseum Street. He was fairly certain that the street he was looking for had started with a "C."

Confident in his memory, the moogle turned to the right onto a narrow, two lane road surrounded by tall buildings. He padded quickly over the pavement, hoping he could make it to his family's home without incident. The moogle stopped abruptly when he was greeted by a wrought iron gate and a large "Authorized Access Only" sign.

Hanare whimpered as he gazed at the gate that spanned the entire road, realizing that he'd come to a dead end. He turned and looked back, wondering if he was supposed to go the other direction. Fear crept over him as he hesitantly returned to the intersection, crossing quickly and continuing down the road. His eyes scanned his surroundings as he passed several small side-streets and alleyways, looking for any indication of familiarity in the names.

The moogle continued to walk, breathing quickly as a lump formed in his throat. He had no idea where to go now, and the road ahead ended in a T-intersection, a grassy park laid out beyond. The moogle's pace slowed until he reached the end of the road, glancing to the left and right. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked to either side, then at the large expanse of the park.

He was lost.

Full-blown panic began to set in as he looked back, trying to remember the way he came. His mind was growing clouded as he struggled to concentrate. Would he be able to ask for directions? The people he'd seen so far all seemed to be in such a hurry, and it was getting late. The sun was hanging low in the sky, and setting quickly.

Hanare whined, sniffling softly as he fought back tears. He felt so helpless. His eyes glistened with moisture as he glanced down, absently reaching up to clasp the flute hanging around his neck. He needed to calm down and gather himself so he could think clearly. The moogle glanced around for a moment, looking for a place where he could sit comfortably. The park across the street was bordered by a brick wall, which seemed to be about chest-high; perfect for perching.

The moogle checked the road before scurrying across, his flute bouncing against his chest. He reached the brick wall and pulled himself up smoothly, twisting around in the process so that he was sitting. He pulled his feet up so that he was sitting cross-legged on top of the brick wall, balanced carefully. He eased his backpack off and set it on the wall beside himself, sighing heavily.

Hanare took a deep breath to calm his nerves, his fingers trembling as he removed his flute from his neck. He licked his lips gently, then raised the mouthpiece of the flute. He slipped his fingers over the holes, drawing in another breath as he closed his eyes and began to play.

The Moogle's little tune was slow and emotional, reflecting his mood as his songs so often did. The notes seemed to hang heavy in the air, a few passerby pausing to listen before continuing on their way. It wasn't Hanare's intention to perform for anyone, however. The moogle always enjoyed playing his flute, regardless of mood.

The slow notes seemed to paint a vivid image to anyone that listened long enough. The notes were almost loaded with Hanare's emotions as they floated through the surrounding area. Despite how many city goers were passing the moogle without a thought, a single figure did seem unusually curious about the moogle's soft lullaby.

A white cheetah poked his head around the corner of the brick wall, standing at the entrance of the park. He'd been strolling casually through the park, enjoying the sunset, when a slow melody caught his attention. He gazed down the length of the brick wall to spy a red figure, sitting casually on the top of the wall. He seemed to be oblivious to his surroundings, his head dipped down as he continued to play.

The feline stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the park and moved quickly toward the moogle, pausing when he was a few feet away from him. His ears remained perked as he listened intently, almost drawn in by the melody.

Hanare paused for a moment, then took another deep breath and resumed playing. The tune was building now, moving just a bit faster. It seemed to take on a happier tone as the moogle's fingers danced over the pitch holes. The spotted white feline curiously stepped closer, then bent down and sat upon the concrete sidewalk. His tail moved slowly back and forth as he watched the red moogle, seemed almost entranced by his performance.

The melody slowed once more as the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky glowing brilliantly orange. Hanare drew out his last note, holding it for several long moments. A deep sigh escaped his muzzle as he slowly lowered his flute, his ears pressed flat. Hanare's deep blue eyes opened, then blinked rapidly when his gaze rested on the spotted white feline that was seated on the ground in front of him. The cheetah was dressed in a pair of loose black pants, but nothing else.

"Kupo! Hello there," he said timidly, clutching his flute firmly between his paws.

The cheetah smiled, watching the small moogle. "Hope you don't mind me sitting here. You play so beautifully."

Hanare blushed, his ears perking at the compliment. "Thanks. I don't usually get an audience."

The cheetah glanced around, but was surprised to find that the moogle didn't have anything set out to collect tips. "You weren't playing for money? I see buskers around the park all the time."

The moogle tilted his head. "What's a busker?"

The spotted feline chuckled, stretching out a bit. "They're people who play their instruments in public, usually in crowded areas, and set out something to collect money in."

Hanare perked up, having seen that before. "Oh! I know what you're talking about." He shook his head lightly as he clipped his flute to the chain around his neck. "I just play when the mood suits me. Not really looking to gain anything from it, besides enjoying my music."

The cheetah tipped his head to one side. "Why were you just playing, if you don't mind me asking?"

Hanare hesitated for a moment, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to admit his predicament. "I got lost, kupo."

The cheetah couldn't help but grin at this; another lost boy in the middle of a big city? The moogle wouldn't be the first he'd met. The others had disappeared without a trace. Perhaps he could take advantage of this opportunity.

"Well, where are you going? I know this city pretty well," the cheetah replied calmly. "I might be able to help you find your way."

Hanare's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Could you? Kupo! Thank you so much!" he exclaimed.

The moogle bounced happily, then leapt off the wall. He hopped up and down on his toes like an excited child, gazing up at the cheetah expectantly. His braids bounced against his body, happiness swelling in his chest.

"Of course, little guy. Just follow me!" the cheetah said with a friendly smile.

The moogle reached out, offering his paw to the cheetah. "I'm Hanare."

The white feline grinned, taking his paw and squeezing firmly. "Good to meet you, Hanare. I'm Frosty."

The cheetah released the moogle's hand, then turned and gestured for Hanare to follow. His tail waved as he slipped across the road quickly, the red moogle following close behind. Hanare didn't even stop to consider the fact that he hadn't yet told the cheetah about his destination, nor did he realize that he'd left his backpack resting on top of the wall. He was too excited that the cat was helping him find his way to his parents' house.

Frosty padded along quickly as the sky darkened, the light from the sun fading quickly. The moogle kept right on his heels, not wanting to lose the cheetah. Frosty glanced over his shoulder, grinning to himself as he made an abrupt turn onto a one-way street. There wasn't a person in sight, tall buildings rising up on either side of the road.

Dim street lights flickered to life on the narrow road as the daylight faded. Frosty's eyes scanned the road as he maintained the rapid pace, glanced over the side-streets as they passed. Hanare nearly bumped into Frosty when the cheetah slowed to a halt, stopping abruptly behind him. The cat's tail brushed over him, and the red moogle couldn't resist pawing at the tip of it.

Frosty glanced over his shoulder and grinned, watching Hanare bat the end of his tail. He looked ahead, spying a "Dead End" sign on one of the side-paths. He nodded to himself, gesturing for Hanare to follow as he resumed walking.

"Hope you don't mind taking a quick breather," Frosty purred to the moogle, panting lightly.

Hanare tipped his head to the side. "Worn out already?"

"I'm a cheetah, hun. We're built for speed, not stamina."

In reality, Frosty was hardly phased by the brisk walk they had taken. He was just fishing for a good excuse. He approached the alleyway where the sign was posted, peering down the narrow stretch to ensure that it wasn't occupied. He reached back and snatched Hanare's wrist, pulling the moogle along as he ducked into the narrow alley. Hanare was rather confused by the choice of resting places, glancing around nervously.

"Wh-why are we going back here?" Hanare asked.

Frosty didn't respond as they reached the end of the alley. A smaller path led to the right, ending at a loading dock. A large dumpster sat along one wall, obscuring the far corner. The cheetah grinned to himself as he slipped around the corner, peeking back to ensure that nobody had seen them.

The back alley was completely empty, and that fact that it was getting dark ensured that they wouldn't be disturbed. This was assuming that the moogle kept quiet. The worried look on Hanare's face grew more defined as the cheetah pulled him into the far end of the alleyway, next to the dumpster that was filled with cardboard boxes.

The cheetah grinned as he peered down at the moogle, his tail flicking. "And here we are."

"H-how long are we going to stop, kupo?" the moogle asked.

Frosty hummed softly, pondering for a moment. "Oh, only for a few minutes, unless we get distracted."

"Distracted? With what?"

The cheetah chuckled softly. "I could think of a few things."

Hanare's ears perked. "What do you mean? Things like what?"

Frosty couldn't help but giggle at the moogle's naivety. The slinky spotted feline stretched back, deliberately showing off his slender frame to the moogle. He purred quietly, then relaxed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He casually slipped back and sat down on the edge of the concrete loading dock, smirking.

"Oh, nothing specific. Though you are a rather cute moogle."

Hanare shifted nervously, but blushed lightly at the cheetah's compliment. His pom bobbed as he nodded, unsure of what to make of the cheetah's observation. His paws fumbled in his lap as he stood in the ever-darkening corner of the alley, shuffling his feet back and forth.

"What's the matter, hun?" Frosty grinned as he reached out, offering a paw to the moogle. "Cat got your tongue?"

Hanare glanced down at the offered paw, but he was nervous about the cheetah's intentions. Why was the cat so interested in him, all of a sudden? He remained in his place, fidgeting nervously. He stepped side to side, glancing down the alleyway and debating whether he should run or not.

"Don't be shy, hun. I promise I won't bite...much."

Hanare still refused to move. Frosty's smiled faded slightly. He would have to be a bit more assertive, if he was going to get anywhere with the red moogle. He slid down from the loading dock and landed on his feet softly, stepping forward to approach Hanare. The moogle gulped lightly and took half a step back, trying to maintain the distance between the two.

Frosty continued forward, slipping in closer to the moogle abruptly. Hanare scrambled back with a startled "kupo," bumping into the brick wall. He tried to duck to the side as Frosty dove in, but the cheetah's arms blocked him. Frosty placed his paws firmly against the brick wall on either side of Hanare's shoulders, grinning to him.

"Don't be timid, sweetie. I promise not to do anything that you wouldn't like," Frosty purred to him.

The moogle whimpered softly as he turned his head to the side, wincing as the white cat leaned in closer. An involuntary shiver ran up his back as he felt the cheetah nuzzle his neck. He kept his paws firmly pressed against the cool brick wall behind himself, wondering if he'd be fast enough to duck beneath the cheetah's arms and flee.

Hanare yelped softly when the cheetah nipped his neck, another shiver running through his body. He pressed his back firmly against the wall, eventually lifting his paws and pressing them against Frosty's chest. The cheetah easily resisted the gentle push, scooting in closer until he was almost resting against the moogle. This forced Hanare's paws back against his own chest, pinned the moogle's hands between the two.

Frosty grinned as he gazed intently at Hanare, the moogle's head turned away. He shook lightly, trembling as the cat nuzzled over his cheek, then up along his ear.

"Just relax, sweetie. I'm not gonna hurt you," he purred into the moogle's ear.

Hanare's ear flicked as a soft stream of air blew over it. Frosty chuckled at the reaction, leaning in to nuzzle softly over the moogle's ear. The cheetah's paws moved inward and pressed against Hanare's sides, eliminating the option of simply slipping beneath Frosty's arms. His fingers kneaded gently, caressing slowly downward over Hanare's shirt.

The moogle was still resisting Frosty's advances, but he seemed to be slowly relenting. Frosty was getting into things now, pressing himself closer to the smaller moogle until his lap was resting snugly against Hanare's. He growled playfully into the moogle's ear, nuzzling into it before grinding his hips in a slow circle.

Hanare tried to push Frosty away when the cheetah's hips ground up against him, but the cheetah left him little room for leverage. Frosty's paws slid lower, rubbing over the moogle's hips. His thumbs trailed along the waistline of the moogle's light turquoise pants as the cheetah's hips pushed forward again.

"I-is this really a good place?" Hanare asked, feeling a bulge pressing against him through the cheetah's pants.

Frosty grinned at the question, rubbing his growing bulge against the moogle's lap. "Nobody will find us here."

The cheetah's fingers slipped back along the rim of Hanare's waistband, making the moogle lift onto his toes when Frosty's fingers touched his back. The feline nuzzled into Hanare's neck as his paws slipped into the back of his pants, giving the moogle's rump a firm squeeze that made him jump. By now, Hanare could feel a distinct bulge pressing against him, glancing down to see that the cheetah's pants were standing up.

Frosty glanced down, seeing that the moogle was peeking. He grinned, giving Hanare's rump another firm squeeze and pulling him close. He pushed his tented pants against Hanare's lap, his fingers sinking into the soft cheeks.

"Seems like you're getting interested, now," Frosty observed with a smile. "You can touch it, if you'd like."

If it weren't for the moogle's fur being red, he likely would have gone crimson in the cheeks at Frosty's suggestion. He could feel his face burning as he ducked down to hide himself, pushing his head into the cheetah's bare chest. In his curled posture, he could smell the arousal rising from the cheetah's body.

"Don't be shy, hun. I know you're curious," Frosty purred softly into Hanare's ear.

Hanare hesitated, but a paw reached down, rubbing lightly over the cheetah's belly. Frosty stretched as the moogle's fingers touched his soft fur, sighing contently. He kept his fingers resting firmly against Hanare's butt, waiting to see if the moogle would take his suggestion.

His fingers trembling, the moogle slowly eased his paw lower. The tips of his fingers dipped beneath the waist of Frosty's pants, drawing a soft, approving murr from the cheetah. Hanare felt noticeable warmth rising from below, debating whether to slip his paw deeper or not. A soft squeeze of the cheetah's paw against his rump encouraged him to continue.

Shaking nervously, Hanare allowed his paw to sink lower into the cheetah's pants. He paused when he felt the feline's erect length bump against his paw. Frosty twitched at the soft touch, pushing his hips gently upward.

"Go on, sweetie," the cheetah urged quietly.

Hanare nodded at the invitation, wrapping his fingers around the cheetah's length and squeezing gently. He could feel the erect shaft pulsing gently in his paw, a soft whine escaping the cheetah's muzzle. Hanare's paw slowly moved lower until he reached the rim of Frosty's sheath, his fingertips stroking over it.

Frosty finally lifted his paws from the moogle's backside, freeing his paws from Hanare's pants. He caressed over the red fur along Hanare's waist, tickling it gently before his paws moved to the moogle's belly. Hanare lifted his head to gaze up at Frosty, his eyes shining with growing enthusiasm. The cheetah grinned as he leaned down to rub noses with the moogle, churring to him. Hanare's paw squeezed gently over the base of Frosty's length, drawing a soft groan from the cheetah's throat.

A soft "kupo" escaped the moogle's lips as the cheetah's fingers tucked into the front of his pants. Hanare shook with anticipation as he felt the gentle fingers touch his sheath, the musky sleeve swollen with excitement. Frosty licked Hanare's nose as he squeezed over his sheath, his ears perking when he realized how big the moogle's swollen package was.

"Somebody's a big boy," he purred, rubbing his paw back and forth.

"K-kupo," was the only thing Hanare managed to get out, his length pushing free of his sheath into the cheetah's paw.

Frosty gently rocked his hips against the moogle's paw to encourage Hanare to continue caressing his length. His free paw snuck down to snap the button on the moogle's pants open, tugging down the zipper. Hanare cooed quietly to the cheetah as he stroked slowly toward the tip of the cat's length.

Once the moogle's growing length was freed from his pants, Frosty reached up to undo his own. He purred softly into Hanare's ear as the moogle glanced down to watch, curious to see what the cheetah had hidden away. Frosty's fingers nimbly undid his pants, pausing a moment before he slowly eased his zipper down. The moogle's eyes followed the slow motion, his paw caressing gently over Frosty's chest as the feline's pink length poked up from his open pants.

Frosty gently brushed Hanare's paw away from his length, answering a questioning look from the moogle with a playful grin. He eased his hips forward until his pulsing shaft met the moogle's length, circling his fingers gently around them and squeezing. Frosty's member was a bit longer than Hanare's, but the moogle was noticeably thicker. It almost made Frosty reconsider his plans for the moogle. His desire to claim the cute moogle outweighed the desire to ride him, however.

Hanare cooed quietly to Frosty as the cheetah's paw began to slowly stroke up and down the two shafts. A small bead of pre formed at the tip of Frosty's length, the cheetah's thumb immediately lifting to smear the slick bead over his tip. Hanare lifted his paw back to Frosty's chest as he nuzzled into the feline's neck, rocking his hips softly against the warm digits.

Frosty's free paw reached around Hanare once more to rest on the moogle's perky butt, his pants slipping down a few inches now that they were undone. Frosty licked his lips as he glanced down, watching himself as his paw squeezed around the bases.

"Mmh, such a cute moogle," Frosty purred. "And such a nice rump, too."

Hanare blushed at the compliments, thrusting his hips into Frosty's paw. A dribble of pre slid down his length, smearing between the two shafts. As much as Frosty wanted to continue stroking, however, he still had other plans for the moogle, and it was getting late. Evening had fallen over the city, the alleyway dark save for a single halogen light on the loading dock.

Frosty's paw slipped away from the pulsing shafts to dive into his pocket, fumbling around for a moment. Hanare whined softly, brushing his hips against Frosty's, seeking further attention from the cheetah. Frosty's paw resurfaced with a small plastic bottle, flipping the top open. The smell caught Hanare's attention, his eyes focusing on the small item that Frosty was clutching.

"What's that?" Hanare asked softly, shivering lightly as his erect shaft rubbed against the cheetah's.

"A bottle that I carry around with me for special occasions," he replied. He purred softly into Hanare's ear, giving it a nibble. "You're a sweet moogle, Hanare, and I'd like to fuck you."

Frosty felt the moogle's entire body grow noticeably warmer at the statement. He grinned at the reaction, the moogle stuttering for several seconds as he tried to form words.

"K-kupo? Y-y-you want to...to...do me?"

"More than anything," Frosty replied, grinding his hips forward against the moogle's length.

Frosty kept his hips forward, tipping the bottle over the two shafts and squeezing. Warm lube drizzled over their lengths, dripping down over the pair. The cheetah snapped the bottle shut and slipped it back into his pocket, reaching up and quickly gripping their shafts together.

Hanare cried out as Frosty's paw slid upward, squeezing firmly over the pair's members. Slick lube smeared over Frosty's fingers as he stroked, growling quietly to the squirming moogle. The cheetah thrust softly back and forth, his throbbing length sliding over the moogle's.

"What do you think, sweetie?" Frosty purred as his slickened paw continued to stroke. "Would you enjoy letting a handsome cheetah claim you?"

Hanare could barely think for himself, the pleasure of Frosty's slick paw clouding his judgment. He bit his lower lip timidly, but eventually nodded, his body trembling with pleasure.

"Y-yes, I'd like that, kupo."

Frosty's smile grew as he leaned in to kiss Hanare between the ears. "Turn around, hun."

Hanare nodded as Frosty backed up a few inches, giving the moogle room to maneuver. The cheetah's paw idly stroked over his length, watching Hanare shyly push himself away from the wall and turn. The moogle reached up, placing his paws against the cool brick wall and glancing over his shoulder. The cheetah was on him immediately, his stroking paw sliding down to the base of his length. The feline's other paw worked Hanare's pants completely off his hips, exposing the moogle's fuzzy red backside.

Frosty purred approval as his free paw brushed along the moogle's hip, pressing in close until his slickened length rubbed against the soft fur. He angled his length down a bit, steadying his shaft as his tip found the moogle's warm entrance. Hanare braced himself against the wall as he felt the cheetah lightly pressing against him, that slick tip teasing his pucker.

A gasp escaped Hanare's lips when the cheetah pushed into him, the feline's tip gliding into his body smoothly. He shivered as the pulsing length squeezed steadily into his rump, stretching him over the slick flesh. Frosty groaned as the moogle's depths clenched around his length, pausing a moment to allow Hanare to relax.

The cheetah's paw released the base of his length, reaching around Hanare to squeeze the moogle's slick shaft. Hanare's knees nearly buckled as the cheetah pushed the rest of his length in with a firm thrust. Frosty's lap pushed up against the moogle's curved butt, grinding into him. Hanare gasped loudly at the push, feeling the cheetah's buried tip grinding into his sensitive insides.

"God, you're tighter than I'd expected," Frosty grunted, drawing his hips back a bit and squeezing inside once more. "Y-you're gonna make a cat pop in no time."

Hanare was too overwhelmed with pleasure to reply. The moogle trembled uncontrollably as Frosty drew his hips back again, sliding the lubricated length out of his fleshy passage. The feline paused a moment, then pushed his hips forward in a quick motion. The moogle's rump flexed around him, encouraging Frosty to thrust again.

"Y-you're so big, kupo," Hanare breathed, his fingers clenching against the brickwork.

Frosty grinned at this, giving another firm thrust into Hanare. "Mmh, thank you, hun. I'm...rrrh...glad you like it."

Frosty began to work himself into a steady rhythm, reaching up and placing his paws on top of Hanare's. He laced his fingers between the moogle's, squeezing lightly as he rocked his hips. Hanare's back arched as Frosty angled his thrusts, driving the tip of his length into the moogle's most sensitive places. A steady stream of slickness dripped from the moogle's throbbing length, gathering along the rim of his sheath and soaking the soft fur.

Frosty's lips parted as he slid his muzzle over one of the moogle's ears, suckling lightly on it as he thrust. His teeth gently pricked the sensitive skin beneath the moogle's red fur, making Hanare whimper cutely to his lover. He desperately wanted to stroke himself while the cheetah's throbbing length drove into his bowels, but the feline's paws kept his hands firmly pinned against the wall.

The cheetah growled loudly around the moogle's ear as he thrust harder into him, Hanare's body bouncing each time Frosty pushed into him. The fleshy passage squeezed and caressed over Frosty's length, driving the cheetah wild with desire. One of his paws released the moogle's fingers to slide down, slipping between Hanare's legs. Hanare closed his eyes tightly, his head lowered submissively when he felt Frosty's fingers wrap around his slick member.

An approving gasp of pleasure encouraged Frosty to squeeze Hanare's length as he slowly began to stroke over it. He released the moogle's ear and lowered his head, wrapping his jaws softly around the back of the moogle's neck in a dominant bite. His stroking motions quickened until they matched his thrusts, sending the moogle into a frenzy of shivering and whimpering moans.

The moogle's backside tightened around Frosty's shaft, persuading the cheetah to increase his efforts. He was all too eager to do so, beginning to pound his length into the moogle's soft depths. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer, his throbbing length seeking release. His jaws tightened around Hanare's scruff and tugged gently, pulling the moogle's head up.

Hanare's mouth hung open as he moaned, his breaths coming in short pants. His heart was racing in his chest, his body burning with need. He could feel the cheetah's thrusts growing erratic, sensing that Frosty was quickly nearing the finish line. Each of Frosty's thrusts pushed Hanare's throbbing length into the cheetah's paw, the feline's fingers squeezed firmly around the lubed shaft.

Frosty abruptly release the moogle's scruff to pant heavily to him. "A-almost there...gonna fill your rump, sexy."

Hanare was trying to hold out as long as he could, but the rush of pleasure from being taken while his length was being squeezed made it nearly impossible. He lowered his head as his body tensed up, his moans growing shorter as he passed the point of no return. The sudden clench of the moogle's rump around the feline's shaft caused Frosty to growl, the cheetah pounding harder.

The moogle cried out loudly as Frosty's forceful thrusts into his clenched rump overloaded his body with pleasure. His knees wobbled beneath him weakly as his shaft throbbed, erupting with hot seed that splattered along the brick wall. Hanare was grateful that he was propped up against the brick wall, otherwise he likely would have collapsed in that moment.

Frosty's paw squeezed and stroked over Hanare's shaft as the moogle emptied himself, feeling the forceful throbbing against his fingers. He drove his entire length back and forth into the moogle's firmly clenched backside, panting quickly and gasping. His peak came moments later with a powerful surge of hot seed, burying his entire length inside and making several short, deep thrusts.

The cheetah purred deeply as he finally came to rest, letting his spurting length settle deep inside of Hanare's bowels. His paw caressed softly over Hanare's wrist, the other slowly working back and forth over the moogle's shaft to milk out the last of his warm load.

Hanare panted heavily, shivering when he felt Frosty nuzzle tenderly against his neck and begin to lick his soft fur. He rested his forehead against the brick wall, gazing down at the mess that he had created. Splatters of milky white seed dripped down the brick wall, as well as the paw that was gently cradling the base of his length.

The moogle closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of that throbbing feline shaft buried deep inside of his rump, as well as the spreading warmth of a hot load of cum. He was gradually coming down from his peak, his body settling into a deep, blissful afterglow. He could feel the feline's chest rising and falling against his back as Frosty cuddled up to him.

"F-Frosty, that was...mmh...amazing," Hanare cooed to the cheetah.

Frosty grinned, kissing the back of the moogle's neck fondly. He continued to lick over the soft fur as he purred to him. "I could say the same for you."

Hanare opened his mouth to reply, but his words were replaced by a surprised "kupo!" as the cheetah withdrew his length. Frosty's shaft slid free of the moogle's rump with a lewd, wet slurp, leaving the moogle's backside feeling noticeably empty. Frosty chuckled as he felt Hanare shiver, removing his paw from the moogle's hand to reach down and pat his rump gently.

"You're such a cute moogle, Hanare. I think I might take you home with me," the feline purred.

Hanare giggled softly at the cheetah's musing. "I think my family would miss me, though."

Frosty grinned. "You would turn down the chance like that?"

The cheetah's cum-slicked paw finally lifted away from Hanare's length, but not before he gave the end of the moogle's length a squeeze that made Hanare weak in the knees with pleasure. Frosty lifted his fingers to his lips, slipping them into his muzzle one at a time and suckling them clean.

"Mmmh, such a tasty load, too. I don't know if I could give you up easily."

Hanare glanced over his shoulder, watching the feline lick his messy paw clean. The cheetah's tongue scraped over his spotted paw, lapping up the stray splatters of the moogle's cream. The moogle reached back, gently rubbing his paw over Frosty's hips. His fingers danced over the spotted fur as Frosty finished grooming his paw, grinning.

The moogle pushed himself away from the wall, rubbing himself up against the cheetah. Frosty shivered, clutching the moogle's hips firmly to prevent him from grinding against his overly sensitive length, which was gradually retreating back into his sheath. He growled playfully, leaning down and nuzzling the back of Hanare's neck, then gave him a soft nip.

Hanare shivered at the bite, sighing blissfully as the firm grip on his hips reminded him of the warm load that was deposited deep inside of his bowels. The cat's seed offered a pleasant heat to his depths, warming him from the inside. He noticed a soft tingle along his insides, though he thought nothing of it. He was too lost in afterglow for the moment. He cooed softly to the cheetah as Frosty's fingers gave his hips another squeeze, twisting his upper body around to kiss the cheetah's cheek.

Frosty lifted his head away from Hanare's neck to gently nuzzle along the back of his ear again, gently rubbing his paws up and down the moogle's hips. Frosty hummed softly, the moogle's ears perking when he realized what Frosty was humming.

"That's the song I was playing!" he giggled.

Frosty nodded, continuing to hum quietly into Hanare's ears. He was distracting the moogle from what was about to take place. "I have a good memory for music. I really enjoy listening to others play, especially when it comes from the heart."

The distraction proved to be effective. Hanare didn't seem to notice that the tingling sensation in his bowels was spreading and growing stronger. That pleasant warmth that he was enjoying was spreading farther into his body. Frosty's paws slid up to the moogle's shoulders, rubbing gently. He then wrapped his arms around Hanare's body, pinning his arms to his sides in a firm hug.

The moogle didn't think anything of the hug at first, but his red pom illuminated with a telling glow. As the pleasant tingle spread deeper into his body, the pom continued to glow serenely, warning Hanare of imminent danger. The moogle perked up immediately, his body tensing. He realized that the cheetah was still embracing him firmly around the chest.

"F-Frosty, what's going on?"

Hanare realized that the warm tingle that had started in his bowels was quickly spreading. The foreign sensation was creeping through his body quickly, warming him everywhere it "touched". It wasn't long before the moogle's entire form was tingling, his body twitching as he struggled.

"Just relax, sweetie. It won't take long," Frosty purred into Hanare's ear.

The moogle trembled and whimpered loudly, his chest growing tight with anxiety. What was happening to him?

Frosty nearly lost his grip on Hanare as the moogle's fur grew slick. The fur glistened before folding down, the moogle's red coat dissolving into a layer of smooth latex that covered Hanare's entire body. Despite the ongoing change, the moogle's pom continued to glow like a beacon. There wasn't anything that Hanare could do to stop the shift, however.

The cheetah maintained his snug embrace around Hanare's chest, the moogle's pants falling around his ankles as his body began to shrink. His glistening latex "skin" took on a somewhat transparent appearance, allowing the cheetah a brief glimpse of Hanare's internal body structures.

Hanare shook in fear as his vision blurred, closing his eyes tightly. The tingling sensation was replaced with the feeling that his entire body was being compressed. The moogle's arms stuck to his sides, pinning them down as if they'd been glued. He struggled to free them in vain as his legs scrambled in the air, his feet no longer touching the ground as his body continued to gradually shrink and compact.

The moogle cried out while he still could, his legs becoming unusually flexible. It felt like his bones were made of rubber. They flopped in the air before sticking together with a soft slap, the two limbs fusing into one. The moogle's entire body glistened, his internal structure seeming to dissolve into transparent latex.

By now, the moogle was nearly half his original size. Frosty's arms were still securely wrapped around him, though he was having a difficult time containing the squirming latex creature. Hanare's head was the only part of the moogle's body that hadn't reshaped yet. The moogle's "eyes" opened, gazing up at Frosty with a pleading expression. The moogle's usually deep blue eyes were now colored the same as his red latex body, though.

"Please, Frosty, help me," he whimpered.

Those were the last words Hanare would ever speak. His lips sealed together before dissolving entirely, the moogle's desperate expression fading into a smooth, featureless surface. Strangely, the moogle's pom continued to glow as the long string that attached it to his head shrank. The glowing ball was pulled flush against the moogle's latex "head", before it was drawn in entirely.

Frosty adjusted his grip on Hanare's frame, cradling the latex creature tenderly between his paws as his body began to compress into a cylinder. The final stage of the transformation was taking place, the moogle's misshapen head drawing into the main portion of his body. His arms and legs melted completely into his shrunken frame, still wiggling lightly as if he were trying to escape his fate.

The latex form began to take on a distinct shape as the top of Hanare's body rounded out into a tapered dome. The lower portion of the moogle's body solidified into a hard plastic, forming a handle of sorts. The red latex became perfectly transparent now, allowing Frosty to see through him clearly. Moments later, it was done. Frosty was no longer cradling the slender frame of the moogle that he had just fucked.

The cheetah clutched a warm dildo between his paws, admiring his newest addition. It stood about twelve inches high, and probably as thick as the moogle had been. The tip of it glowed serenely, adding an unusual touch thanks to the moogle's pom. Frosty twisted the dildo slowly in his fingers, admiring the outcome. A ridge wrapped around the length of the dildo like a barber pole, adding a pleasant texture to the surface.

Frosty grinned as he spotted a design near the base of the dildo, where the hard plastic handle was. A black line art image depicting the moogle was embossed onto the surface of the handle. Frosty traced his fingers lightly over the textured surface, admiring the moogle's likeness. He gently ran his fingers up the length of the dildo, grinning when he felt it twitch. The moogle was still very much alive, just as Frosty intended him to be.

Hanare couldn't see anything, deprived of his vision completely. He could feel the feline's presence, however. The unusual new sense allowed him to paint a vague picture of his surroundings in his mind. His most useful sense was still active, however. Hanare could feel the cheetah's fingers tracing gently over his new "body." His new form was unusually sensitive. He could feel every grain of Frosty's fur caressing over the surface of the dildo, and every bump on the cheetah's gentle fingers.

"Such a sweet little moogle. I'm going to take you home with me, and make sure that you get put to good use."

Hanare could hear every word clearly. If he could make any sounds, he would have whimpered at this unusual turn of events. The cheetah had somehow turned him into a toy, which the feline intended to use to satisfy his own lusts.

"I think you'll fit in nicely with my collection, sweetie. You'll have plenty of friends to keep you company."

Hanare shivered lightly, causing the dildo to emit a gentle vibration. Frosty chuckled at this, running his fingers lightly over the clear latex surface. He admired the deep red color, then leaned in and licked softly over the surface. The toy vibrated distinctly, emitting a soft buzz against Frosty's tongue. He grinned, licking his lips, then slid Hanare safely into his pocket. The feline tugged his pants back up, buttoning them and zipping up, then turned and departed from the alleyway at a brisk pace, leaving Hanare's clothes lying in the corner...

* * * * * * *

Frosty whistled softly as he closed the door of his studio apartment, locking the bolt. His whistling faded to soft humming as he drew the blinds, ensuring that he had total privacy. He reached into his pocket, gently clutching Hanare and pulling him out. He brushed a few flecks of stray lint away from the toy, placing him on top of his dresser.

The cheetah continued to hum as he flicked a lighter, then lit the wick of a vanilla scented candle. He stretched, arching his back with a soft yawn and a satisfied smile. It had been a productive evening. He made his way to the front door and dimmed the lights, then returned to his bedside. Frosty casually slipped out of his pants, dropping them to the floor and stepping out of the legs. He bent down to toss them into his laundry basket, then stretched again with a satisfied growl. The scent of vanilla began to waft through the small room, the cheetah inhaling deeply.

Hanare's sense of his surroundings was limited. He could still detect the cheetah's presence nearby, though it was somewhat hazy. Hanare could feel another presence nearby, however. He didn't have time to investigate, though, as the cheetah reached out and plucked him from the top of the dresser.

Frosty opened the top drawer of his dresser, reaching in and a removing a bottle of lubricant. He set the bottle on a night stand next to his bed, sliding onto his bed. He propped himself up against the pillows with a satisfied smile, running his fingers slowly over the glistening latex surface of the toy.

Frosty reached down with his free paw, lightly running his fingers over the rim of his sheath. He purred quietly as he pushed two fingers down into the fleshy sleeve, a soft groan escaping his muzzle when he touched the tip of his length. He lightly pushed his hips up, grinding that fleshy shaft against his fingers.

Hanare could feel the cheetah's fingers caressing over him as he was cradled, sending a pleasant tingle through his latex body. He wasn't sure what the cat was up to, though he was certain that he would find out soon enough. The feline leaned down and licked over the end of the dildo, letting Hanare feel every bump of his rough tongue.

The feline's length swelled in the warm sheath as Frosty's fingertips gently caressed over the warm flesh. A pink tip began to poke from the opening of his sheath, sliding along his fingers as he eased them a little farther into his sheath. He caressed softly over the twitching shaft, a gasp of pleasure escaping his muzzle as he teased himself.

Frosty eased the end of the dildo into his muzzle and suckled softly on it, causing it to buzz lightly against his tongue. A wave of pleasure rushed over the moogle's latex form, something that Hanare had not anticipated. As the cheetah's tongue gently caressed along the shaft of the dildo, pleasure rushed through Hanare's consciousness. He was the dildo. He felt everything it felt; especially pleasure.

Hanare idly wondered if he could still experience an orgasm as he was slid farther past the cheetah's lips. The soft suckling of the cheetah's muzzle made him shiver again, translating to another soft, approving vibration down the length of the shaft. Frosty purred as his lips caressed softly along the latex shaft, bobbing his head slowly over the length as if he was giving a blowjob.

As the cheetah's length slid out against his paw, Frosty eased his fingers away from the withdrawing sheath. He caressed slowly up the length, grinding his hips into his fingers as he squeezed around himself. He could feel the flesh pulsing lightly as he stroked over it, drawing himself quickly to a full erection.

Frosty's fingers squeezed around his shaft as his other paw reached for the bottle of lube on his nightstand. He left the red dildo hanging from his lips, suckling gently on it as he snapped open the lid of the container. He released his shaft and tipped the bottle, squeezing a few drops of the slick lube onto his fingers. Frosty slid down on the bed a few inches and bent his knees, reaching between his legs and lightly touching his exposed tailhole.

The feline lightly rubbed his fingers back and forth over the warm flesh, spreading the slick lube around his muscled ring. He was tempted to tease himself a bit, but the desire to try out his new toy was too great. His tongue traced gently over the swirled ridge that ran the length of the toy, his gently lubricated fingers reaching up to pluck the toy from his lips.

The feline squeezed the bottle over the toy, dribbling a line of slick lube over the surface. He quickly set the bottle on the nightstand, rubbing his fingers over the length of the toy to ensure that none of it dripped away. Hanare shivered lightly as he felt that slick fluid being rubbed over his latex body, suspecting what the cheetah had in store for him. Frosty purred lightly with anticipation as his slick fingers caressed over the latex surface, reclining back a bit more.

Frosty passed the toy from one paw to the other, ensuring that he was able to maintain a firm grip on it. His lube-slickened paw reached down to lightly tease over his erect length, sighing blissfully as a shiver of pleasure ran up his back. He lowered the toy between his legs, grinning as the tip lit up like a beacon, as if Hanare intended on lighting the way.

The moogle could feel the cheetah's warmth radiating against him, that pleasant warming sensation only growing stronger as he was eased toward the feline's waiting rump. Frosty licked his lips as the glowing tip of the dildo eased against his slickened pucker, then gently pushed it into himself. He closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath as the tip eased inside, gently spreading him. The dildo was surprisingly warm now, and provided the cheetah's rump with a pleasant sensation as it twitched.

Hanare would have blushed if he could as he felt the cheetah's tight pucker slide over him. The feel of the cheetah's soft flesh caressing over his smooth latex shaft was incredible. Every gentle squeeze and tug of the cheetah's rump sent ripples of pleasure through his being. As the dildo was eased deeper, the moogle's shivers caused the shaft to vibrate gently against the warm walls.

Frosty gasped at the soft vibration, thrusting the toy eagerly into his rump until the base of the shaft met his tensed ring. His other paw lightly stroked over the length of his shaft as the warm dildo rested deep inside of himself, sending shivers of pleasure through his body. Frosty bit his lower lip, his eyes fluttering closed as his hips lifted away from the bed in a soft grinding motion. He gently rolled his hips to work himself against the toy, pressing the glowing tip into his sensitive walls.

The shaft of the dildo was slowly pulled back, withdrawing from the cheetah's rump before he pushed it back in gently. Frosty's fingers rubbed back and forth over his length, stroking slowly to match the rhythm of his toy. A pulse of vibration from the dildo's length caused Frosty to clench and gasp, a spurt of pre leaking from the tip of his member.

Hanare vibrated eagerly as he felt Frosty's soft, warm flesh rubbing over him each time the cheetah pushed him inside. He was getting a firsthand experience of what it felt like to be someone's sex toy. Strangely, he felt himself oddly drawn in by the idea.

Frosty began to groan, his body twitching as that vibrating grew more intense. He rocked his hips into his paw, thrusting gently against his fingers as they stroked his throbbing shaft. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out long, but he wasn't concerned. Frosty was going to enjoy every moment with his new moogle dildo.

The cheetah's pace picked up, tucking the dildo into his rump quickly before easing it back out. He panted softly as his body grew warmer, rhythmically working his hips against those thrusts and his paw. Frosty's mind wandered as he began to pound himself with his moogle toy, those ridges stimulating his insides perfectly. The cheetah couldn't help but imagine the little red moogle between his legs, driving his erect cock into the feline's rump.

Frosty's stroking paw began to work over his slickened shaft in a blur of motion, driving the cheetah into a frenzy of passion. His hips thrust erratically as he masturbated, feeling himself rushing toward a mind-blowing orgasm. The paw between his legs moved at an equally rapid pace, slamming the moogle dildo into his anus again and again.

Hanare could sense the cheetah nearing his peak, his body growing noticeably warmer to the touch. That pleasant vibration that traveled down the length of the red shaft grew intense, buzzing the cheetah's insides. The cheetah wasn't the only one enjoying himself, however. Hanare could feel an unusual pressure building up inside of himself as intense waves of pleasure surged through his consciousness.

Frosty's panting grew rapid, whimpering with pleasure as he reached the point of no return and blew past it. He rammed the toy into himself as quickly as he could, that intense vibrating stimulating his prostate in ways he couldn't describe. His paw formed a tight fist over his length as his shaft throbbed, stroking firmly over it as he cried out in climax. He erupted with hot seed for the second time that evening, bursting with enough force to splatter his muzzle and chest.

Hanare's orgasm came within moments of the cheetah's, his mind exploding with intense passion. The latex shaft buried inside of Frosty throbbed, the spiraled ridge flaring out. Frosty gasped when he felt a burst of sticky warmth in his rump, clenching tightly around that latex dildo. He buried it deep inside and allowed it to remain there, feeling rhythmic pulses against his bowels.

Did his toy just cum in him?

Frosty couldn't help but blush deeply as he felt a hot, sticky load spreading through his insides. This was certainly a new surprise. He'd had plenty of living toys before, but none of them had ever blown a load in his rump. His fingers squeezed and stroked over his length as his milked his own shaft of musky cream, enjoying the throes of orgasm that continued to overwhelm him.

The pleasure slowly subsided in Hanare's mind as he came down from his orgasm, carnal pleasure replaced with a deep sense of satisfaction and calm. Heat radiated from the cheetah's bowels, warming the moogle's latex body as it rested deep inside of the feline. The intense vibration slowly faded, settling down before fading out completely.

The cheetah laid back against the bed, stretching himself out and letting his head settle into the soft pillows. His paw drifted away from the toy that was nestled in his rump, resting comfortably on his chest as it rose and fell. He idly stroked over his shaft to draw out the last few drops of his load, his paw dripping with seed.

Frosty closed his eyes for several minutes, drifting somewhere between blissful afterglow and sleep. His body settled into deep relaxation, the cheetah's greedy lust satisfied for a time. It had been a fruitful day. He'd found a cute moogle to fuck, and acquired a new toy for his collection. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he began to slip away to dreamland.

A soft jolt of vibration from the dildo snapped Frosty back to attention. His ears perked as he lifted his head, chuckling softly. He reached down, gently easing the red dildo from his bowels. He gasped when the shaft emitted another soft vibration, his pucker clenching lightly around it. He paused a moment, catching his breath before tugging it the rest of the way out.

Frosty slowly pushed himself up to sit on the edge of the bed, letting his feet rest on the floor. He admired the red dildo in his hand, his fur tinted pink by the illuminating glow from the tip. His room was heavy with the scent of vanilla and sex, a combination that Frosty always enjoyed. He watched the flame of the candle dance as he stood, wobbling for a moment.

He stumbled across the floor of his studio, his knees weak from the orgasm he'd just had. He balanced himself against the bathroom doorframe for a moment, gathering his composure. He stepped inside and flicked on the light, turning on the sink and waiting for the water to get warm.

Hanare had been "relaxing" after his mind-numbing orgasm, but was snapped to attention as he felt warm water running over the toy. Warmth spread through him as Frosty rubbed soap over the surface of the dildo, rinsing the lube off and then patting his toy dry on a towel. He brought it to his lips and kissed the tip fondly as he carried the toy to his dresser, purring to himself.

Frosty slid the drawer of his dresser open and moved aside a towel, revealing a small collection of toys of various colors and shapes. Each one was embossed with a unique portrait on the handle, similar to the style that Hanare's toy had. The cheetah lowered the red dildo into the drawer, smiling at the sight.

"Such a wonderful collection of toys. Good night, you guys."

Frosty tucked the towel gently over the toys once more, pushing the drawer shut and shutting the lights off. He slid into bed and crawled beneath the sheets, the flame of the candle casting flickering shadows through the room. Frosty took a deep breath to enjoy the lingering scent of sex, then leaned over and blew out the candle, bathing his studio apartment in darkness. He pulled the sheets tightly around himself as he rolled over, yawning widely before closing his eyes. Sleep overtook him quickly, the feline worn out from a passionate evening of sex. He would sleep well tonight.

* * * * * * *

With the cheetah fast asleep, Hanare knew that he would have to find something to occupy himself with. Fortunately, he had just the thing. He had a detached reality that he could escape to, deep in his own consciousness. It was his private little getaway.

Hanare took a moment to relax, clearing his mind before he focused. The confined space around him glowed gently as the tip of the dildo lit up. The moogle concentrated as his consciousness began to slip away from the toy that he was bound to. There was a moment of nothingness as Hanare mentally detached himself from the dildo, followed by a bright flash of light that only he could see.

The intense flash faded away, giving way to a blurry scene. Everything slowly came into focus for Hanare, finding himself standing on a vast, grassy expanse. It was quite sparse, but Hanare would fix that soon enough. The moogle raised his paws to inspect himself, relieved by the familiar sight of his red fur. He was happy to be back in his normal body, even if it was just an illusion in his mind. He reached up and gently ran his fingers along the wooden flute that hung around his neck, desiring to begin playing. First, though, he had some housekeeping to do.

As Hanare glanced around, trees seemed to spontaneously sprout out of the ground and swell upward. The branches spread out, growing into full, lush trees in a matter of moments. The ground rumbled as dozens of trees grew around him, decorating the landscape until Hanare was standing in the middle of a grassy clearing, surrounded by a dense forest.

Hanare nodded with an approving smile, small flowers sprouting and bursting into full bloom in the clearing. The clearing was soon densely covered in a carpet of colorful flowers, leaving a small ring of grassy blades beneath the moogle's feet. Hanare wasn't finished yet, though. A thick tree stump rose up beneath the moogle's feet, lifting him off the ground. The stump swelled and grew until Hanare was standing on what appeared to be the remains of a mighty, ancient tree.

Grinning at his handiwork, Hanare sat down at the center of the stump and plucked the flute from his neck. A soft breeze blew over him as he lifted the flute to his lips, took a deep breath, and then...

"There he is!"

Hanare shrieked with an alarmed "kupo!" His arms flapped in the air as he lost his balance, falling backwards off the tree stump. His surroundings blurred for a moment as his concentration was interrupted, then came back into focus. Why was someone else in his quiet place? More importantly, how had they managed to join him there?

The moogle pushed himself up as a figure appeared in front of him. He tilted his head to the side as a young cougar approached him, smiling brightly. The feline's tail swayed back and forth through the air as he reached down, offering a paw to help the moogle up. Hanare hesitated a moment, but reached up and pulled himself up his feet with the feline's help.

"I knew I sensed someone new!" the cougar exclaimed happily.

Hanare was baffled. "What? Someone new?"

The cougar nodded. "A new member to the collection! It's been a long time since we saw a new face."

"Collection? New member?" Hanare tried to piece together what the cougar was getting at.

"The master's toy collection, you silly moogle!"

Hanare remained silent for a moment as the feline's words sank in. Suddenly it hit him, clear as day. "Do you mean Frosty? His toy collection?"

The cat nodded, slipping in close and giving Hanare a firm hug. "Yes! You're a new addition to Master Frosty's toys."

Hanare squeaked at the hug. "Does that mean...there's others like me?"

The cougar nodded. "Each of the toys in Master Frosty's drawer is a different person. You'll meet them all in time."

"Well, i-it's nice to meet you, I guess," Hanare replied, squeaking again as he was pulled into another embrace. "I'm Hanare."

"It's good to meet you, Hanare. I'm Tobi." The cougar rubbed his paws gently up and down the moogle's back, humming. "I think you'll like your new life. The master will take good care of you..."