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On the Flipside

By Mog Moogle

The sound of loud thumping music bled through the door into the hallway of the top floor of the government housing project where a large timber wolf in a fading black leather jacket and a moogle in a grungy pair of cargo pants and tattered t-shirt stood. The moogle was scanning the hallway, looking up and down at the rows of doors, intently scanning his surroundings. The wolf looked down at the moogle and lightly chuckled.

"Relax a little, kid. These guys are just punks." He said as he looked the little mole/bat over.

"Sorry, old Army habit. Keep your head on a swivel and all that." He said as he looked up at the wolf and cracked a small smile. "But they are punks with guns."

"Oh, we're counting on that." The wolf said with a toothy grin as he knocked loudly on the door.

After a few moments, a voice from the other side of the door yelled, "Who is it?" but it was barely audible over the loud bassy hip-hop playing.

"It's T.J." The wolf answered, pressing his face up against the door so it would carry through.

A few clicks of locks rattled, and then the deadbolt unsnapped. The rickety knob turned and the door opened a crack, instantly making the music playing almost deafening. A single eye peeked through the crack in the door at the wolf, then the door closed and the door chain slid off. The door opened wide enough for a leopard with very unkempt and matted head fur peeked out.

"What's up braugh? You need tha usual?" He asked in a distant voice.

"Nah, not today. Today I got something you might want to take a look at." The wolf gestured towards the little moogle. "Show him the shit, kid."

The moogle lifted the front of his shirt up to reveal a small pill bottle tucked in his waist line. He pulled the bottle out and held it up. It had a small tube of what appeared to be smarties in it.

"Wha's that?" The leopard asked.

"X." The moogle replied.

"X? Ecstasy?"

"Yeah. Not the homemade shit that kills a third of your customers either. Prescription grade shit from Europe." He answered as he twisted the cap open and pulled one of the small tablets out and offered it to the leopard.

The leopard extended his paw through the door and took it, briefly looked it over then handed it back to the moogle.

"We don't deal that shit."

"Not yet." T.J. interjected. "This kid managed to get his paws on a shit load of it, and he's looking to unload it all, cheap. I ain't got the cash to buy it, but I told him I know a guy that knows a guy."

"How much's a shit load?" The leopard asked.

"‘Bout half a ton. Got a trunk full of tubes of ten 100mg tablets, all ready for sale." The moogle answered.

"Why should we jus' let dis little wannabe pusher into our ring, T.J.?"

"Because I trust him. Friend of the family." T.J. said with a toothy grin.

"And you seen his shit?"

"Yep. Jus' like he said. His whole trunk is full of the shit."

"And wha'tha fuck you want me to do with all that shit."

"Ray-Ray's here, isn't he? I know he'd know how to move it."

The leopard looked down at the moogle, then up at T.J.

"I'll go ask ‘im. I doubt he'd be intristed though."

And with that, the leopard closed the door and locked the deadbolt. The moogle sighed and looked back down the hall again.

"C'mon kid, loosen up a bit." T.J. said as he slapped the moogle firmly on the shoulder.

"I'll be fine. Like I said, old habit." He looked back at the wolf. "Did I ever tell you that I hate rap music?"

Several moments later, the deadbolt unsnapped and the door opened. The leopard motioned the two to come into the apartment. Immediately, the moogle's nostrils were hit with the distinct odor of crack, heroin, and marijuana. The poorly illuminated room was made even more ominous by the haze of smoke from both illegal and legal burning cigarettes. The walls resonated with the loud bass of the stereo and further assaulted his senses.

The short entryway opened into a small studio style living room/kitchen area, with a single bedroom off to the side. There were two couches around a coffee table that was littered with paraphernalia, overflowing ash trays and assorted scales. Trash littered the floor and the kitchen sink was piled with dirty dishes that seemed weeks, (if not months,) old. Several beer cans and liquor bottles were strewn in the mess.

Four furs sat on the couches, a fox, two cheetahs and another leopard. One of the cheetahs was lying over the arm of the couch; apparently passed out, if not dead. The leopard leading them in stopped in front of the couches and turned to face T.J. and his moogle cohort. He reached out his paws and ran them along the moogle's waistline, then down the sides of his pants, stopping when he felt something in his right pocket. He pulled out a silver plated M1911, (with the hammer down instead of cocked and locked,) and tucked it in his waistband behind his back, and then took out a folding tactical knife hanging on a clip on the side of his pocket. After the frisk, he stepped back and extended his paw, pointing at the sitting leopard.

"Dis is Ray-Ray. He's who you're talkin' to."

"Ya, my braugh here is tellin' me you got some shit these kids like in those rave clubs."

"Yeah. About half a ton of X." The moogle answered.

"Wha's your name, braugh?" Ray-Ray asked.

"Ralph." The moogle replied.

"Ralph?"

"Yeah, I don't like it either."

"You seem kinda on the up and up. Where'd you get so much shit?"

"I work at the airport. I'm a custodial engineer." He paused as a few of the furs chuckled and made snide remarks about his title. "The customs storage room is keyed with the master key. I go in there from time to time when the cameras are down and get small scores. You can imagine my surprise when I found duffle bags full of X stacked in the corner."

"And you think the feds aren't gonna be lookin' for all that shit gone missin'?"

"It's already been logged in as evidence. The bags are still there. By the time they miss it, you'll have moved it all."

"You seem to know a lot ‘bout how shit like this works, braugh."

"I'm young, not stupid." The moogle said firmly.

"So let's jus' say some lil' punk like you gets caught and tells the cops where he got his shit. Tell me how tha's not comin' back on me?"

"Because you don't sell to the punks that use the shit, you sell to the pushers, the pushers cut their shit and sell it to other pushers and the buyers. Unless you're really bad at what you do, then it's not coming back to you."

"You got a smart mouth kid."

"Look, I don't usually take anything I can't pass off at school. I just saw this score and knew it was too good to pass up. My friend T.J. told me he knew the best man to get rid of it. Since you're the best, if you say no, I'll keep enough to make a few bucks off of and pitch the rest in the river. If you are the best, then you got yourself half a ton for 100 large."

Ray-Ray looked the moogle over, and then laughed. He extended his paw towards him. The moogle took it and Ray-Ray preformed some weird variation of a pawshake.

"You got a deal, braugh."

"Great. Oh, by the way. Anyone know where I could get some Betty Boop stickers? My mom collects them and-"

The moogle was cut off when the door behind him was kicked in and a loud voice yelled, "Police! Get on the ground!" The moogle and the wolf both hit the floor as fast as they could. The leopard that let them in reached behind him and pulled the moogle's silver Colt out of his waistband, but before he could level it at the tiger that burst in the door in full SWAT gear, a short burst of the tiger's UMP put him down hard.

Four SWAT officers rushed into the room and quickly subdued all the furs on the couches, throwing cuffs on them. Two more uniformed patrol officers rushed in, putting cuffs on both T.J. and the moogle. Lastly, they rolled the wounded leopard over and put cuffs on him. The moogle listened to the police bark orders to the dealers as the patted them down and shuffled them out of the door. When they got to the moogle, one of the officers roughly jerked him to his feet and pushed him up against the wall.

"Ow! Jeeze! Fucking pigs!" He yelled as the cinched up his arms.

"Yeah, tell it to ‘em in county." The officer said as he quickly patted the moogle down and then handed him off to the uniformed patrol officer.

The young raccoon in his newly pressed uniform led the moogle to the elevator by the arm. He pressed the down button and stood back, waiting for the slow and aged car to creep from the ground floor to the twelfth. The moogle looked around the hall, making sure no one could see the two of them.

"Make sure they get my knife off that leopard with the .45's in his gut. That's my favorite knife."

"Yeah, I will."

"Seriously, don't let them seal that or my Colt in an evidence bag. I want those back or the department's paying for them."

The raccoon chuckled as the door to the elevator opened. He led the moogle into the car and pressed the ground floor button.

"I ought to let them take them in as evidence just because Vice picked you instead of me." He said as he released the moogle's arm.

"Yeah, but you don't have the baby face that a rave rat would have. What's with those damn pacifiers anyway? Bunch of freaks if you ask me." The moogle said with a laugh.

"Yeah. I did some of that in high school though. Not X of course, but the rave scene."

"You do seem like the type that would shake his ass on the dance floor."

"Coming from the guy with a ball on his head." The raccoon retorted as he bounced the moogle's pom with his finger.

"Hey! Cut that out. It's a family heirloom." The moogle said with as he pulled his head away. "Now loosen these damn cuffs before you stuff me in that cruiser."

The raccoon eased behind him and pulled a key out of his shirt pocket. He eased it into the hole and unlocked the catches, loosening the silver bracelets. The moogle moved his writs back and forth in the cuffs, relieved at the feel of circulation returning to his paws. As the elevator stopped, the raccoon took the moogle by the arm again and escorted him out towards the building's foyer.

The raccoon escorted him through the rec. area just inside the front entrance, garnering a few laughs and remarks about the cuffed offender. As they were making their way out the door, they even heard a very poor rendition of ‘Bad Boys' from one of the residents. The moogle chuckled as he stepped out into the midsummer daylight.

"Ignorance must truly be bliss." The moogle said as he looked over his shoulder towards the tall rundown building.

"Must be ..." The raccoon said as he led him around towards the side where SWAT had staged.

The raccoon pushed the moogle down over the trunk of his cruiser. He reached into his pockets, pulling out a worn leather wallet, tossing it on the trunk and leaving the pockets inside out. He felt around his waistline and pulled out the pill bottle and sat it up on the trunk beside the wallet. Running his paws down the legs of his pants; patting more thoroughly than a standard Terry pat for weapons. About that time, the other uniformed officer brought one of the suspects out and started the same procedure the raccoon was performing on the moogle.

"Got anything up under that tail, doper?" The raccoon said mockingly.

"Fuck you!" The moogle yelled.

"Nah, not doing you favors." He said as he picked the moogle up off the trunk.

The raccoon opened the back door of his cruiser and led the moogle in, pushing his head down as he eased him into the cage. After a few moments, the young officer got in his cruiser. He had the moogle's possessions in a sealed clear plastic bag, and the pill bottle of ecstasy in another separate bag. Shortly after he picked up the mic on the dash and announced to the dispatcher that he was en route to the station. Pulling out of the project's parking lot, he made his way out of the rundown neighborhood that the tall foreboding building had bought down with it. After he turned onto a main thoroughfare, he looked back over his shoulder at the moogle in cuffs.

"By the way," He began as he put his eyes back on the road. "lieutenant told me to tell you that he wants us showing up to roll call tomorrow in plain clothes."

"Oh? Why is that?" The moogle asked as he shifted uncomfortably; the back seat cramped even to the four foot tall critter.

"He wouldn't say. In fact, it was kind of weird. He kept chuckling every time I'd ask."

"You know, I'm kinda sick of all this 'pick on the rookie' bullshit that they put us through. It's worse than a fucking frat house." The moogle said as he looked out of the tinted back window.

"Yeah, we went through the academy, just like they did. I may not have much time on the beat yet, but I'll bet you I know the laws a hell of a lot better than some of those fat desk jockeys that give us shit."

"You want to know the real secret to make them stop?" The moogle asked he looked back up at the raccoon through the cage.

"Okay, I'll bite. What?"

"Buy some knee pads. If you start sucking up, you'll start getting along fine. Should be right up your alley."

"That's cute, Mog." The raccoon said as he shook his head. "Must be why they pick on you less than me. Polishing more than the LT's brass, hmm?"

"You know what this bon-bon on my head is really for? It's to tickle tummies while I'm getting to work." Mog said with a laugh.

"You're a sick little bastard." The raccoon replied as he turned into the police station.

He pulled his cruiser into it's unit number marked parking spot and turned it off. He picked the two bags off the passenger seat as he got out, and then threw them on the top of the cruiser as he opened the rear door. Mog struggled to get out of the cage, and finally got his paw pads on the ground. He stood up and the raccoon pulled his cuff key out and unshackled his wrists. After returning to the hinged cuffs to the case on his duty belt, he closed the door. Mog grabbed his personal effects off the top of the cruiser, and the raccoon took the bag of ecstasy.

They made their way into the back of the station through a door that looked like it belonged more on a bank vault than a building. The door opened into a small hallway that led off to a locker room, the squad room and the front offices. The raccoon headed towards the front office while Mog went to the locker room. After the moogle replaced his street clothes with his uniform, he made his way back to the squad room and took a seat in the back by the raccoon. They idly conversed for the next half an hour while the SWAT members of Vice filed back into the room for their debriefing. The large wolf that was with Mog took a seat beside him.

A few minutes after the last SWAT member was in, an older lion with a slight pudge in his belly, a long scruffy mane and sergeant stripes on his shoulders walked into the room and stood at a podium in the front. He looked at a small stack of papers he sat on the podium and cleared his throat.

"All right. A few things about today. First, we got a heavy dealer off the street, and with the stack of warrants against him, he's looking at a minimum of twenty years; which as I'm sure you're aware, means he'll get five." He paused as a few in the room gave annoyed chuckles, scoffs, and snide remarks. "Second, the leopard with the three .45 slugs in his stomach. Sadly, he'll live, but moreover, why was he shot?"

"That was me, sarge." A tiger sitting in the front said. "I was point, he drew a gun and I shot him."

"Okay." The lion said with a heavy sigh. "Go ahead and surrender your UMP, after you get done with your report, I'll take it over to IA and you get a three day vacation."

"As a side note to that sarge," Mog said as he raised his paw. "that's my .45, he took it off me when he frisked me before I talked to Raymond. I'd like it back ..."

"Yeah, sure. You'll get it back after the grand jury, and trial." The lion said as he shook his head. "Make sure you get me a copy of your report too, it'll need to go to IA with Walsh's."

"Great ... I won't see my baby for six months." Mog whispered to the raccoon.

"All in all, it was a good raid. I'd like to see less firearms discharge in section 8 housing, but I'll do what I can to keep that as vague to our friends at channel seven as possible. We got four dealers off the street, recovered felony levels of heroin and crack, intent to distribute and a few CCW charges."

The lion continued to speak for about half an hour before the SWAT team leader stood up and took the podium, going over the raid from staging to the debriefing. After he was done, he looked out over the room and asked, "Anyone else have anything to add?"

"Yeah." The wolf said as he roughly patted Mog on the back. "Kid here did good. He kept his head and got what we needed to serve the search warrant. I think he'll do fine tomorrow."

At that several of the group laughed.

"What happens tomorrow?" Mog asked.

"You and Rick get to take a walk in the park." The wolf said with a smile.

"What does that mean?" Rick asked.

"You two young studs will find out tomorrow." The lion said loudly over his shoulder from the front of the room. "Do your paperwork, and call it a day. Those of you that write fast, enjoy the rest of your day off, those of you that don't, look forward to the overtime."

About two hours later, Mog was standing at the printer collecting the pages of the synopsis of his report. After he gathered them up, he put them in the top of the large printer/copier and made a copy of the stack of papers. He placed his reports in two stacks, signing the synopsis with his name and badge number, and then made his way to the front offices. He knocked on the open door of the shift sergeant's office where the lion was sitting behind a desk.

"Come in." He announced without looking up from his keyboard.

Mog walked in the office and picked two paper clips out of the small holder with the magnetic ring around the opening up off his desk. He slid them over his reports, binding them together and sat them down on his desk.

"Did Carson tell you to come in in plain clothes tomorrow?" The lion asked.

"Yes sir." Mog replied. "But I'd feel a lot better about it if I knew what I was doing."

"You have an off duty holster for your duty weapon?"

"Yes sir."

"Okay. Keep your badge in your wallet, keep some cuffs in an off duty case or your pocket, keep you duty weapon well concealed."

"Yes sir." Mog said before he turned around and started to walk out of the office.

"Oh, Moogle, one more thing." The lion said as he looked up at Mog, stopping him before he left the office. "I know you and Carson are only two months out of FTO. You have fourteen months until you can apply, but I'd like both of you to try for Vice when you hit two years. I'll put in recommendations for you if you keep the same spirit and dedication that you two have shown in the past eight months."

"T-thank you, sir."

"No problem. It's refreshing to see two cadets come in with as much passion for the job as you two seem to have. It's why you guys get picked over some of the patrol officers that have been here for several years. And the fact that you two are always bugging the lieutenant and I for special details doesn't hurt either. Now go home, get some sleep and come to work ready for another fun filled day of making the world a better place, one arrest at a time."

"Yes sir. Thank you." Mog said as he turned and headed back out the door.

The next morning, Mog arrived about half an hour early as he usually did, dressed again in ratty cargo pants and worn t-shirt, but with a long button up shirt over the top, with the front open. He walked into the squad room to see Officer Carson sitting in the back where he had sat during the debriefing the previous day. He was dressed in a loose pair of denim jeans and an open button up shirt with a white undershirt showing. Mog pulled out a chair from the back table and took a seat by Ricky.

"Good morning." Ricky said as he pulled Mog's tactical knife out of his pocket and slid it across the tabletop to him.

"Good morning." Mog said as he took his knife and put it in his pocket. "Know what we're doing yet?"

"I was going to ask you. I was curious if you tickled anyone's tummy enough last night to find out."

"Nah, you know these jerks, they won't even give you a reach around. No lube either ... bastards."

"I still think you're a sick little bastard, bat winged rat."

"Maybe so ... but I never shook my ass on the dance floor like you did." Mog said with a laugh.

The two bantered back and forth for the next half an hour as the first shift filed into the squad room. The seats gradually filled up, and at five after the hour, the lieutenant, a short badger with a naturally bad attitude walked in and took the podium.

"Good morning." He greeted the officers while he flipped through some papers he brought in. "Now, we got a few bulletins. There's a fund raiser that the city council is hosting in the old courthouse downtown, save the orphan whales or some shit like that. They requested a detail officer, and Central Business District is short today. Johnson, you're on that; 1100 to 1300."

"Yeah, thanks LT." The wolf said as he frowned.

"Nothing happens at lunch time anyway, and you need to skip a few meals anyway." The lieutenant said, garnering a few chuckles from the crowd. "Now, I see the newest additions to our team get their initiation today. Carson, Moogle, take the Taurus and go to Delta park. You guys get to bag a fag or two."

"Wait ... public sex sting? That's what all this secrecy was about?" Mog asked, a little disappointed.

"Yeah, kid." T.J. interjected. "We all had to do it, and not a single one of us failed to get at least one. That's the hottest spot in the city."

"I thought we were going to do some plain clothed drug sting or something." Ricky said as he looked up at the lieutenant.

"Sorry, only one of those per month for the rookies." The lieutenant responded with a wiry smile. "On the lighter side of things, nothing happens there in the morning, so you guys get to go see a movie or something on the clock. Can't beat that. Just make sure you get me at least one arrest out there. Just call dispatch on your cell and tell them to send a marked unit for transport. One of your take the restroom near the woods, the other the walking trails. You two can fight over that."

"Do we have to take the Taurus? I hate that car, can't we take the Lexus instead?" Mog asked.

"The one with the 22" spinners? No, fags don't drive that shit. Now, we also got a neighborhood watch representative meeting us in the station at 1200 for a ride along ..."

Several minutes later, Ricky and Mog walked out the back door and towards the back of the chainlink fenced lot. They stopped in front of three cars with tarps over the top of them. Mog and Ricky took the corners of the tarp over the smallest car and pulled it up over the vehicle. As it peeled back, it revealed an early 90's Ford Taurus with faded and chipped green paint. After they got the tarp of the car, they folded it and put it in the trunk.

The interior of the car looked worse than the exterior. The upholstery had rips, tears and cigarette burns all over it. The foam of the seats pushed through split seams in the fabric, and although the smell of rancid food and old tobacco was long gone from the old car, it was replaced by a musty aroma of mildew. The moogle got in the driver's side while his raccoon partner got in the passenger. After a brief fight with the ignition, the car's engine finally came to life with squeaky belts whirring up to speed. Mog put the car into drive with a grinding noise, and slowly eased out of the parking space.

"So, you eaten?" Mog asked as he pulled to the gate of the lot.

"Nah, not yet."

"Breakfast sounds good."

They made their way down town to a small diner that several of the officers on the force ate at. After a hearty meal mixed with some playful flirting with the waitress, they drove by the park to check it out. The park had only been open for three hours, but there was already several cars in the parking lots.

"I guess we could go ahead and check it out." Ricky said as he glanced back over at Mog.

"Yeah, if nothing else, we can come back later."

Mog pulled into the largest of the parking lots and pulled into a spot near the running track that wrapped around the edges of the triangular shaped park. The two got out of the car and walked up to the small gate that was in place to keep cars off the track. They scowered the park briefly, looking at the small groups of furs wandering around and enjoying the various 'outdoor' activities that the small bastion of wooded dirt offered in a large metropolitan center.

"So ..." Ricky began as he looked towards the more densely wooded back of the park where the walking trails were. "Do you want to take the trails, or the restrooms."

"You go ahead and walk the trails, I check the restrooms this time. I doubt we'll find anything too illegal going on anyway. We can switch when we come back later."

"Sounds good to me."

The two walked around the running track towards the back. Even though there were a lot of families and individual furs walking around, they both took notice that there were a few pairs of male furs. It seemed mostly harmless though, but Mog thought he saw one pair holding paws, but when he looked again they were walking side by side like two casual acquaintances would. The moogle shrugged it off as they came to the start of the walking trails.

Ricky headed up the trail back into the woods while Mog continued on around towards the public restroom on the edge of the woods. The many coats of paint on the old building hid its years of age, but that hadn't prevented the hood rats from spraying fresh tags all over the building. On the wall in between the doors to the male and female segments was warning posted that any illegal behavior would be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.

Mog peered his head into the men's restroom, listening for any sounds of occupancy. There were no noticeable sounds, but on the wall of the divide was scribbled 'For good head, call Terry' with a barely legible phone number beneath it and a very crudely drawn penis that appeared to be leaking blots of ink from a sharpie marker. He sighed and shook his head as he stepped into the restroom around the divide.

Much to his surprise, the floor looked almost clean, and the air didn't reek of filth, but the aged restroom did have signs of wear and vandalism. Various cracks in the walls and floor, a few broken mirrors over the sinks, and one of the sinks was missing entirely, its outline against the wall where the original coat of paint could be seen. Three stalls lined the side wall of the restroom, with three urinals beside them on the wall closest to the door. The walls were decorated with graffiti and various lewd drawings.

He bent down to see two sets of foot paws in the outside stalls, but no signs of double occupancy or any sings that they were doing anything other than what you're supposed to do in a restroom. He walked over to the middle stall and looked in the half open door. The walls were covered with phone numbers, crude and lewd slogans and more drawings of 'activities.'

'Jeeze, it's got more adds for gay sex than cruising for sex does.' Mog thought to himself as he pushed the door open.

As the door pushed back, it revealed a rather large hole in the side of the stall wall. It was rather large, easily big enough to fit a large fur's arm through, though the moogle couldn't imagine much fisting went on in a public restroom. Over the hole, in the fashion most common to most of the scribble on the wall, was the words 'GLORY HOLE' in large sharpie colored marker. Shaking off the fact that someone felt the need to state the blatantly obvious he stepped into the stall and closed the door.

He examined the hole for a few moments, somewhat reluctant to peer at the occupant in the stall next to him, but curiosity eventually got the better of him. He lowered his head down and looked at a gray colored furry pair of legs with pants around the ankles. As he lowered his gaze to see more of the occupant, he noticed that he wasn't sitting on the toilet, but was standing. As his gaze scanned up bast his thighs, he noticed a large furry ball sack where a white fur patch converged off the furs tummy.

One other thing that quickly caught his attention, the fur was sporting a very large canine cock that was fully erect with his knot swollen, and the furs paw idly stoking it from the tip down to the large bulb at the base. Without realizing it, Mog had lowered himself to his knees, and his fixation on the large member had drawn his muzzle close enough to the hole for the fur on the other side to take notice.

"Why hello there." A deep solid voice echoed from the other side of the stall, causing Mog to jump as he was startled. "Like what you see?"

A very weak "Mm-hmm." was all the little moogle could manage.

"Good." The voice said as he turned to face the hole, giving Mog a front view of the thick seven inch long cock. "Why don't you have a taste?" He asked as he stepped forward and eased the tip of the member through the hole.

Mog pulled back a little, a little bit afraid to engage in the very thing he had been sent to stop.

"Okay then, let me rephrase that, suck my cock." The voice commanded as he pushed more of his length through the hole.

Mog reluctantly eased his head forward, pausing briefly to inhale the deep musk radiating from the throbbing member. He parted his lips and let the canine tip slip in between them. His tongue brushed up against the opening, and as soon as it did, he was rewarded by a squirt pre. The taste was heavy, and much stronger than any he had tasted before. As he eased his head forward, he felt the fur push his member farther through the hole.

Mog lowered his muzzle onto the member until his lips pushed up against the knot at the base, but they weren't there for long before the fur on the other side pulled his member back. He eased almost entirely out of Mog's muzzle before quickly thrusting back in. He repeated the process, quickly working up into an almost frenzied pace. Mog glanced up as he heard claws digging in to the top of the stall, the fur on the other side gripping tightly as he thrust. There were many claw marks on the top of the wall underneath the fresh one's the fur had just put there.

Mog lowered his gaze and closed his eyes, suckling on the pulsing length as it slid back and forth in his muzzle. He moaned as the unique curves of the canine penis slipped in and out of his lips.

"Oh fuck yes!" The voice moaned on the other side. "Just like that, keep sucking."

The moogle complied with his request, greedily slurping the long rod as his muzzle was vigorously humped. The canine's pace picked up even more as his member pulsed and throbbed, a climax quickly approaching. Mog sucked hard on his member as he felt it swell, and his anonymous lover pushed his hips as far forward as the would go, his body pressing tightly against the wall of the stall. With a loud grunt, a powerful thick jet of his cum sprayed into the waiting muzzle of the little moogle. Mog swallowed his reward as quickly as he could as five thick jets poured over his tongue.

Not too long after the canine's member was spent, he eased it back into his own stall, letting slip out of the moogle's muzzle, but only after the cum greedy moogle was stopped by the wall as his muzzle followed the member back through the hole. Mog let out a slight whimper when the canine's penis was no longer between his lips. He could hear the fur laughing on the other side at him.

"Damn, you're a hungry little cum slut, aren't you?"

Mog's only reply was a small whine.

"Don't worry, we ain't done yet. Stand up and turn around." He instructed.

Mog pulled his muzzle back through the glory hole and slowly raised himself to his feet. Anticipating what the fur in the next stall had in mind, he carefully pulled his concealed firearm out of its holster and sat it on the top of the toilet tank. He unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants.

"Hurry up, bitch. Do you want this cock or not?" He heard from the other side.

Mog slid his thumbs under the waistline of his pants and boxers and pushed them to the floor. The little moogle eagerly pushed his backside up against the hole as he lifted his long shirt up and tucked it behind his tail. Mog could feel the cool stall divider through the fur on his cheeks as he pressed back against it, expecting at any moment to feel the large member push past his tailring and deep into his body.

He closed his eyes and braced himself for what he thought would surely be a rough yiff, but was completely taken by surprise when he felt the hot, damp breath of the canine's muzzle around his backside. The fur pressed his muzzle between the little moogle's cheeks and inhaled deeply through his nostrils. Mog shivered at the feel of the sensitive canine nose sniffing at his tailhole.

"Damn bitch, I would almost swear you're in heat." The fur said gruffly as he briefly pulled his muzzle from between Mog's cheeks.

Mog let a small moan escape from his muzzle, a slight quiver shaking through it as it wracked through his body. The moogle was enjoying the attention his lover was giving him, but let a shriek when he suddenly felt the canine's nimble tongue lap over his pucker. Mog moaned contentedly as his lover's tongue worked up the crevasse of his rear, and without warning, he pushed it deep into his tailhole passed his tailring.

"Oh god! That feels wonderful." Mog said as he pushed his rear back against the wall as hard as could.

He felt the canine smile against his furry cheeks as he licked the interior walls of his tailhole. Mog cracked his eyes open and glanced down. His member was fully erect, and bouncing slightly against the vigorous licking from the canine. He wrapped a paw around his pink shaft and began stroking it up and down. Before his pace got too quick, he felt his lover pull his tongue from his body. He was about to object when he felt the broad tip of the canine's member push against his tailring.

The canine thrust his hips forward quickly, pushing his member deep into Mog's body. The moogle let out a surprised yelp at the feel of the canine forcing his way inside of him all the way to the knot. Before Mog could even get used to the feeling of his muscle ring stretched around the invading member, the canine pulled it all the way out and forced it back in to the hilt.

He quickly pumped his member in and out of the moogle, slapping the swollen knot against the stretched tailring. Mog grunted and gritted his teeth, but gradually his grimace faded as the rough treatment of his tailhole ceased being painful and began to feel pleasurable. The little moogle once again gripped his member in his paw and stroked it, fapping loudly as it slid back and forth over his length.

"Oh yeah!" He heard an unfamiliar voice say.

Mog cracked his eyes open to see a small peep hole on the opposite stall wall, most likely the beginnings of another glory hole. He could vaguely see an eye of a happy voyeur peeking through at him, watching the show. The moogle smiled as he eased his legs a little farther apart, giving the peeping fur a better view. The little moogle giggled as he heard the voyeur's pants hit the ground. The canine behind him thrusted even faster, pushing the edge of his knot pressing up against stretched tailring.

"Oh yes, fuck me!" The moogle moaned loudly as he pawed as fast as he could; making sure he put on a good show for his unexpected fan.

The large canine pressed his member as deep as he could, the swollen knot pushing firmly against the moogle's backside. Mog felt a small twinge of pain his worked hole stretched even farther, and then the knot suddenly slipped inside passed his tailring. Mog's eyes opened wide at the feel of the swollen bulb pushing inside him.

He tried to catch his breath, but quickly found the canine wasn't finished with him. His less than gentle lover moved his hips back and forth once again. The little moogle shivered as twice the girth of what had been moving in him began rubbing against his silky insides, keeping constant pressure on his prostate. Mog could feel the knot swell even more, and the canine's pulse radiated through him.

The canine let out a loud roar as he pumped hot jets of his seed deep in Mog's body. Mog shivered at the feel of his insides being painted with the canine's cum, and his own orgasm overtook him suddenly. The little moogle's penis shot powerful jets of his seed from his small piss hole. His cum spattered against the wall, leaving globs that slowly crept downward. As he was squeezing the last of his seed out of his member, he heard the voyeur grunt and moan, breathing heavily. It wasn't very long before Mog saw drips of the voyeur's cum falling to the floor off the wall.

Mog slowly got his breathing under control, and the canine member lodged in his tailhole had deflated a little, but the knot still held him very firmly. After hearing the voyeur in the next stall pull his pants back up and make a hasty exit, Mog decided that spending any more time in the compromising position wasn't a very good idea. He took a deep breath and then closed his eyes. He eased his hips forward until it felt like the knot would tear something inside him before it gave way. The little moogle bit his bottom lip and forced himself to go a little farther. After a few moments, his stretched tailring finally relented, and the knot slid out of his body with a very wet and audible pop.

"Oh fuck yeah!" The canine grunted as the moogle's worked hole gave way.

Mog grunted and panted heavily, and the knot leaving his tailring allowed a flood of the canine's seed to pour out of his stretched hole. He moaned as he slowly stepped forward, letting the canine penis slide out of his tailhole. He quickly grabbed a paw full of toilet paper from the mile long role in the shoddy plastic dispenser. He cleaned his backside as best as he could with the ultra thin rough wiping paper. He tossed the used sheets in the toilet bowl and pulled his pants up. Tucking in his undershirt, he fastened his belt and replaced the firearm in its holster.

"That was fun kid. I'm here every weekday morning before work. Come back and visit me." The voice on the other side of the wall said.

"Thanks, but I work weekday mornings, and it's too much of a hassle to do anything in my work clothes even if I could find the time to stop by." Mog replied as he opened the stall door and hurried out of the restroom.

Mog stepped back out into the midday sun, squinting a little until his light sensitive eyes readjusted. He hurriedly made his back around the track towards the walking trails. He stopped at the split and looked up the trail to see Ricky padding quickly toward him, but he kept looking over his shoulder like he was afraid he was being followed. When Ricky spotted Mog, it seemed as if he tried to regain his composure, forcing himself to calm down. The Raccoon got to the bottom of the trail and stepped out onto the track, not slowing his pace as he walked towards the parking lot. Mog hurried quickly to catch up with him.

"Hey, Carson!" Mog said as he came abreast with him. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah. Of course." The raccoon answered as he walked, trying to keep his gaze away from the moogle.

"Okay... Did you see anything?"

"No, it was all quiet." He replied, glancing back at Mog just long enough for him to catch a glimpse of something in his fur beside the corner of his lips.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Mog put his paw on Ricky's shoulder, stopping him.

"Nothing!" Ricky said annoyed as he looked back at Mog. "Just got a little spooked is all."

"Wait ... hold still." Mog said as the sunlight reflected off a damp patch of matted fur where he'd noticed something on his muzzle.

The moogle leaned in a little closer, easing his muzzle up to the raccoons. Ricky almost pulled away, but for some reason, he stopped before shrugging out of Mog's grip. Mog got his muzzle within an inch of the wet stain, and lightly sniffed it. After a few quick sniffs, he pressed his muzzle against the raccoon's fur and began grooming the wet spot. Ricky jumped as he felt the moogle's muzzle butt up against his face, but relaxed when he felt his friend's tongue gently licking him. As Mog pulled away, he no longer had any doubt what ‘spooked' Ricky.

Ricky looked at the moogle, who just stared back at him with a wiry smile. The raccoon opened his mouth to say something, but as soon as he did, Mog pushed his muzzle tightly against his and locked him in a kiss. The raccoon opened his eyes wide in surprise, but soon relaxed as he looked at the contented moogle kissing him. Before he knew it, his eyes were closed and his paws were wandering his friend's back. Their tongues melded in each other's muzzle, the lingering taste of cum still clinging to both of them. After several moments of the two nearly making out in the middle of the park, Mog slowly eased out of the kiss.

"Mmm ... Hey, Rick. Why don't you come to my house after work? There's someone there I'd like you to meet."

"W-who's that?" The raccoon asked as he blushed.

"My mate. He's a real nice guy, with plenty to offer small framed guys like us, if you know what I mean."

"You ... you're gay?"

"You're not?"

Ricky held his head down and blushed deeply. He slowly raised his gaze back up to Mog's and nodded softly. The moogle smiled and gave the raccoon's butt cheek a quick squeeze.

"What do we tell the LT?" Ricky asked as he pulled Mog's paw off his rear.

"I don't know. Guess we're going to be the first not to get an arr-"

"Hey! He stole my purse!" They heard a female mouse not too far from them yell.

The two looked towards the mouse to see her frantically pointing and screaming at a teenage fox with her white handbag tucked under his arm. He was running right at two plain clothed police officers. They looked at each other and smiled before turning and running at the punk thief.

"Stop! Police!" The moogle sounded very heavy and loudly; the little moogle surprisingly had the best command voice of his academy class.

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This story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment and fapping purposes only. The main character, even though he shares my name and profession, does not represent me or my actions in the real world, and any similarities to the time I sucked off that guy in the bathroom are purely coincidental. ^.^

Seriously though, I do not condone illegal behavior in public places, and do not perform the behavior as described in this story in the real world. In a few words, a little fun isn't worth my career. Please rate/vote/comment. Authors dig that stuff, you know.