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The air thumped with the eclectic beats of trance, each throb of the bass drawing another wave of motion from the crowds moving through the fog-hazed air. Bodies writhed and flowed, outfits of spectacular and garish luminescence glowing radiantly beneath the numerous black-lights settled into the dark roof, whilst trails of light flowed from the bracelets and glow-sticks of those many writhing bodies. And for the catchy atmosphere, the lazy lidded smiles of people drifting as much in their own minds as they were along the dance-floor, John couldn't feel anymore out of place.

Standing to one side of the busy ware-house, his eyes passing over buds and tabs of paper being offered to people joining in the festivities. It wasn't really his thing to have to be out of his mind to be in a good state of it. His eyes narrowed after the figure of the friend who had dragged him along, insistant on a good night out, taking a moment to search their form out from amidst the other people.

Crossing his arms with a sigh, he leant against the cool corrugated iron behind him, and trailed his eyes up over the raised platforms that people were swaying and grooving their way along. With slightly pursed lips, he couldn't help considering just up and leaving. He'd be surprised if his friend found issue with not having a lift, given how out of it he was.

The human's eyes lowered again to those dancing on the ground floor, and found a pair of eyes staring back at him as they emerged, gently swaying from the crowd. The guy they belonged to had an endearingly soft face, his blue eyes peering from beneath a fringe of long, strawberry-blonde hair seeming to glow thanks to the glow-stick hanging beneath his neck. Dressed in an open-front puffy vest to bare his lithe and trim torso, with a pair of large and dark pants, with several glowing trinkets attached to them.

John gave the faintest of inclinations of his head, greeting the younger male simply before attempting to guide his gaze away. He found, much to his curiousity and consternation, that each tilt of his head drew his vision back like a magnet, until his lessening attempts to look away died away completely to leave him looking directly at the body dancing towards him.

He moved with a fluid-grace that seemed as out-of-place at the rave as John felt. If anyone noticed, they certainly hadn't said a thing. His sweet smile remained on his face as he turned about on one foot, the glow-sticks and bands about his pants trailing and almost seeming to shimmer in the hazey air.

It was only when the boy had stepped up him, almost chest to chest that John became aware of the heat he was putting off. Or was that the temperature of the Warehouse..? He hadn't noticed it before. His dress-shirt felt suddenly cloying, almost sodden as he stared into the blue-eyes.

'You're looking lonely.' the dancer said with a gentle trace of his hand, along the taller male's face, brushing aside a small bang of dark hair. A soft shiver ran the length of John's body as he felt the supple flesh trailing his own. Pillowy soft and gentle.. Why couldn't he look away? 'And a little flustered, too.' said the short form with a twinkling chuckle. 'Maybe we should find you somewhere a little cooler to settle down?' His finger slowly traced back down, hooking a shirt-button and deftly undoing it to bare the flesh beneath.

Whilst he wasn't usually a people person, and definitely not usually inclined to such open forwardness, John found his mouth refusing to move. As if every action available to him that was not directly linked to the shorter male's words had been silenced. His head jerked, before he followed the motion and found himself nodding.

The shorter male positively beamed and trailed a hand down John's arm, to take his hand gently. The soft coaxing tug found a moment of resistance, as the larger male tried valiantly to muster his resolve and hold his ground.. But with the barest of inclinations, the shorter male turned gently, another smooth move that once more seemed to displace heat from his body. At once, John's resolve buckled, and he stumbled after the boy.

With a coy grin, the small male lead his prize along the dark walls of the warehouse, unseen and unhindered by anyone in their path until they reached a simple door marked only with 'Authorized Personnel Only.' A soft push on the door showed it to be unlocked, and John found himself tugged on into the dimly lit room with a soft gasp.

The door closed behind him with a gentle click, leaving him staring in silence to the young male as he stepped ahead into the gentle moon-light filtering through the windows above several shelves laden with bottles of water, light-globes and unused glow-sticks. The boy sighed gently and smiled, before taking hold of the glow-stick about his neck.

'Finally..! I've been waiting all night for someone a little more wholesome..' He said with a soft sigh, lifting the glowing blue stick. As he did, his form seemed to shimmer and ripple. His pristine and supple skin fluttered and flowed with fine fur, the puffy-vest adjusted for a pair of a small bat-like wings protruding from his back, whilst his endearing face lengthened out into a short muzzle, tipping with a pink nose-pad. His eyes opened once more, holding that same blue, illuminated now by the glow of a small pom-pom before his face as his strawberry-blonde hair fell about his cattish ears, seeming to bleach in an instant to the same pale pink the rest of his form held...

John could only stare the whole way through at the bizzare change. Like a veil had been pulled effortlessly from the boy to bare this curious shape. Had he been aware, he may have felt the grasp of the Moogle's hypnotic spell fading, but shocked as he were, he were as numb as the spell itself would have made him.

Taking a sneakered step, then another towards the human, the mog fluttered his wings and smiled a gentle, yet curiously dangerous smile. 'It takes a fair bit of magick to maintain a disguise like this.. so, I need a little help.. recharging, kupo.' The Mog said, tracing his hands along the human's abdomen and sliding them up smoothly. John could only gasp, staring down to the short fae-creature as his buttons came undone easily and left his chest and stomach as exposed as his mysterious assailant.

A tremble of pleasure washed through him as the baby-fine fur of the Moogle's muzzle pressed against his sternum, laying a kiss there and tracing slowly lower as those gorgeously soft hand-paws eased themselves deeper. The human gasped out as they began undoing his pants and lifted his hands instinctively, trying to stop the touch, only to find those dextrous hand-paws wrapped gingerly about his wrists. The soft squeeze of the smooth finger pads slowly guided his palms up towards the Mog's head, and rested them slowly amidst his thick hair. The hot breath of the mysterious creature washed slowly over his abdomen, and then over his hips, as he felt the fabric of his jeans and boxer-shorts being slid gingerly about his knees.

Whether by the spell that had gripped him, or those bare touches the creature had coaxed him with, the human found himself sporting a half-hard shaft that pulsed before the moogle's face. The grin on his face spread only wider as the moogle regarded his shaft and slowly began tracing those soft paws of his about hip and thigh, brushing and barely dragging his blunt claws in his wake to make the human tremble and stiffen all the more. Expertly gliding fingers and palm, the mog cupped under Johns orbs, seeming to weigh them, regard them in a fondly delighted manner, before easing to his knees gently.

Biting his lip, the human could only stare down as the curious creature gently grasped his aching shaft, and squeezed, drawing a soft arching gasp from John's pinned form. Seeming pleased with the reaction, the Mog slowly trailed his tongue up the undercurrent of the shaft, drawing in the human's masculine flavor with a soft chrrling tone. Clearly something he enjoyed, it seemed. John could only roll his eyes back and grasp his hands amid the moogle's hair for the exquisite feel of that silken, heated flesh trailing along his aching shaft. The almost steamy breaths washing over his balls as those hands toyed over his orbs and grasped against his hips, bolstering him against the vibrating door.

The heat of the mog's maw slowly slid over his shaft with that pillowy tongue trailing and slicking the flesh before his lips embraced it. Inch by steady pulsing inch, that muzzle descended, bobbing faintly every so often beyond the head of the shaft with a buzzing chrrl emanating from deeper within that made the human's balls positively ache. The fight that John had been readying, to escape this curious figure was all but gone as that wonderful muzzle trailed his cock, head to base in steady and rythmic patterns. Turning his head gently, the moogle teased his tongue over and about the throbbing flesh, rewarded with droplets of clear and flavorsome pre whilst his pompom gently bumped and tapped against the soft midriff above him.

Amidst the building sensations and aching tightness welling in his balls, John became aware, vaguely of a curious tingle running up and down the length of his spine. His head span gently with more than just the euphoric high the expert muzzle-job was giving him as his breathing grew harder and steadily more laboured. The moogle before him was only too keenly aware of the human's trembling position, his hand slowly grasping about the base of those orbs as they attempted valiantly to draw up against John's body. His need waylayed as the curious creature's muzzle eased back, teasing those lips of his about the head of his shaft and making his hips jerk in sensitive shock.

The human's grasp shook as he started to pull on the mog's head, drawing that muzzle back down over his shaft fully, guiding the maw steadily to his cock's base as his hips ground forward to work his needy shaft as deep as he could get it. Beneath him, the mog didn't averse the motions at all. In fact, he seemed to welcome them, pressing harder and faster as John began really losing himself in the rutting. His head slowly leant back as his hands gripped about those large triangular ears, his heavy breathing, labored panting exposed to the roof as he bucked without abandon. The paw about his orbs slowly released, and with it that orgasm he had been achingly denied renewed with full force.

His chest tensed, laboured breathing halting, caught in place as his hips pistoned achingly. And with a shakey cry of delight, the human started to erupt, more forcefully and copiously than he ever had in his life! The drawn out orgasm lasted what felt to him like several hours as his body quaked. His jerking hips and buried length giving up his thick wash of virile seed, and so much more.

The Mog swallowed, his own eyes closed as his pompom glowed a bright blue colour. The first wave of seed having been replaced with a thick and copious load of a curious, glowing blue. Pulsing with the human's shaft and bulging the moogle's slim neck with each rolling swallow that drew only more from the human. He groaned with the indulgent male above him, savouring in the knowledge, flavour and delight of the weightless goopy mass steadily pressing out under his toned abs..

On and on, John rutted, giving it his all as that orgasm continued. His eyes fluttered and his hands twitched as the mind-blowing peak finally began to hit its apex and start to come down. His chest and shoulders sagged. His breath renewed in heaving gasps as though he'd run a marathon and his legs trembled with the effort of keeping himself standing. His body, his mind felt so weighed down, so heavy.. tingling in the most amazing way. His efforts to keep himself up failed though, and he slid slowly down the door. The human's head slowly sagging and slumping towards his chest. Grinning like a fool, he cracked his eyes open to slothenly lift his gaze to those blue eyes.

He didn't make it though, beyond the belly of the moogle. Not the smooth and trim abs he remembered, there lay before him, and partially against the still-hard flesh of his cock a swollen mass. Glowing faintly blue beneath the mog's slightly strained stomach. John could barely register the shock he knew he should be feeling. His mind tried to reel over thoughts that should have come easily. The sound of a swallow lifted his gaze to the moogle's neck as the last of the glowing load slithered down his neck, almost looking for a moment, to hold the compressed shape of a face.. /his/ face.

Trembling, shock crashed in around John's mind as he stared at the lazy and contented smile of the moogle's face. His shaking form started to tense, his chest slowly expanding as he tried to scream out his horror, but once more found the moogle muting him. The small pink form pressed forwards, mashing that curiously soft and malleable belly against him, whilst his muzzle pressed in, catching his opening mouth in deep kiss.

The human's eyes widened, and slothenly he tried to lift his arms to shove the otherwise svelt figure from his lap. Those hand-paws though, those wonderfully soft, supple and infuriatingly stronger hand-paws grasped his wrists once more, lifting them over his head as he pressed that kiss deeper. He was in control and he knew it.

John could do nothing beneath the smaller male as the mog pressed a tongue against and into his mouth. That supple flesh that he had luxuriated in the feel of, tracing his cock, now following the lines of his mouth with earnest curiousity and intense passion. He was enjoying this, the power over the human as he ground that churning belly against him! Struggles all but useless, John could only slump under the smaller male, aware as that belly gurgled loudly. Audible sounds welling up against his form as the belly so-slowly softened and shrunk over time. Minutes ticked by unchecked as beyond the door, the rave continued unawares of his peril as the impish creature smirked, delighting against his lips as he panted steadily. Were it not for that terrible position, the human may well have enjoyed in it too.

It was a long while before the kiss broke, the moogle panting nose to nose with the human, rubbing his muzzle affectionately along the slumped form's cheeks. His hands slowly relaxed, letting Johns slump to his sides as he knelt back gently, regarding the human.

'Mmnhh.. You can't do much more, I bet..' the moogle mused aloud, stroking over the human's dark hair. 'All the fight's gone.. as is your struggling.. It's hard to move, isn't it kupo?' He asked softly with a knowing giggle. 'Well.. don't worry.. we're almost done.' He said gently, squirming forwards slowly to grind his soft stomach against the human's pinned form with a soft and indulgent groan, whilst his pompom began glowing white.

The impish creature's words held true. John lay, panting faintly against the door, pinned. His body weigh like lead, and he could barely muster the strength to whimper, let alone yell as that mashing mound of a stomach smothered and ground over his chest and face. There was another ominous, odious tingle washing over his body that had very little to do with the velveteen fur tickling his skin and imparting an almost enticingly sweet, strawberry musk. Every churning gurgle, every toying adjustment of the moogle's hips and belly to tease his head and face about made it stronger.. and vaguely, through his diminished senses, he became aware of the most curious sensation of that belly once again growing against him. Struggling to open his eyes, he gasped, as against the gut, mooshing, grinding, and glowing, he realised it wasn't the belly or the moogle growing.. He himself was /shrinking!/

The moogle slowly stood, easing his hands around the torso of the human and sliding him up the door, until he could pin him with just his stomach, smirking down to him as he watched the dwindling shape shrinking and squirming lamely under the mooshing flesh of his still-glorping gut. 'Don't you worry though, kupo.. no one will find out..' murmured the creature, chrrling fondly as the human soon became all but eclipsed by his slowly shrinking belly. Grinding still for several minutes more, he withdrew to find the human collapsing into his outstretched palm.

That thick musk no longer invading his senses, John gasped his eyes open. Looking up to the titanic mog holding him, about at the vision spanning wall and the shelves to either-side of him taller than sky-scrapers in the gloom. He trembled fearfully, as the paw holding him slowly slid him into the dark cottony embrace of the moogle's pants-pocket. The warm pouch rubbed about him as the mog began moving. The soft creak of the storage-room door echoed around him whilst the pulsing music grew intensely loud once more.

Smirking about from around the door, Tsumi checked about carefully, certain that no one was around before he ducked from the storage-room. His form hunched and wings drawn against his back, he hurried to the toilets, and pressed his way inside, thankful for the empty stalls. He chose the last and eased inside, closing and locking the door, before gently withdrawing the human from his pocket. Smirking down to the tiny form, he fluttered his wings gently. 'Thanks for the recharge, handsome. You were delicious, kupo.' He murmured gently, before rather unceremoniously dropping the human into the toilet-bowl.

With his body in free-fall, John found the strength to scream as he rag-dolled through the air, watching the water in the white-porcelain bowl rushing up to meet him. He broke the surface with a soft 'plook!' struggling lamely, spluttering to look up to the sky-spanning mog again. He wasn't trembling for the icy bite of the water he was barely keeping himself afloat in, particularly as Tsumi's handpaw slowly unzipped those baggy pants. His form turned about, as he tugged the pants down, and sat, eclipsing the light of the bathroom into almost complete blackness. Were it not for the sliver of light peeking in from about the mog's balls, John would have been floundering in the dark.

His tiny cries went entirely unheeded as the Mog adjusted gently, grunting gently and groaning with a pleased sounding sigh as the tailstar over him tensed, and let loose a hiss of foul blue gas. The tiny human spluttered and gagged, struggling to find a means to escape his horrible torture, before shaking his head as the mog's clean and snug pink pucker flexed and slowly began spreading. Darker flesh beyond visible, slick and rippled for barely a moment before the head of a thick and condensed log of some odious blue murk squeezed free of that taut ring. No longer glowing as it apparently had been within the mog's gut, it weighed heavy as that snug ring pinched it off, sending it careening into the toilet-bowl.

Too exhausted to get out from beneath it in a timely fashion, it was all John could do to extricate himself from the hot and slimey ooze before he drowned. His head broke the surface again, only to be rewarded with another heaping, coiling log. The second, larger than the first slammed him back into the water, burying him in against the heavy log at the bottom of the bowl, packed in with each coiling rope of blue that followed.

Buried in that weighty pile, the human could only stare through the settling water up at the moogle's ass, spread a ways from that sizeably aching dump. The dark flesh beyond flexing gently before the ring relaxed back in gently.

Blushing for the second, and louder rumbling fart and rush of blue gas to escape him, Tsumi panted. Gingerly wiping his backside and casting the used paper into the toilet bowl, he stood and drew up his pants. Looking over the sodden mess and chrrling, he buttoned up the dark pants, before reaching to flush the toilet, watching with amusement and a dark grin at the swirling rush of blue and brown that carried the tiny human, or what was left of him, on into the sewers, to never be seen from again. Taking a soft breath, his pompom glowed as he fished the blue glow-stick from his pocket again and eased it about his neck. His fur regressed with his wings and muzzle as he retook his illusionary spell and stepped from the stall, to step out into the dance-floor once more.