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Unlocking Sheol.

© Tsumi Moogle '12 Characters © Themselves.

'Pizza money's where it normally is, and don't worry about calling me if you need something else, bro.' Julius said, surveying the sheepish look on his kid-brother as he stood at the door. In naught but a pair of shorts, he made an almost heart-wrenching sight with those uncertain eyes gazing up to his older sibling. 'I know Nick's a bit frazzled, but he and dad get on great, and He'll keep an eye on him.'

Tsumis' ears laid as he looked back to the open doorway where the sounds of the television were emanating from before turning to his older brother and hurrying forward to hug into his chest, pressing his face into the warm, coconut-scented cotton.

'You sure there was no one else who'd come, kupo?' The smaller mog asked with a timid voice.

'M'afraid so, squirt. No one else could make it on such short notice, but you'll be fine. Don't worry about it! I'll be back at the end of the week, kupo.' Julius said with a smile, hefting the pink form up to plant a kiss on his nose and squeeze him against his form. 'So be good, alright?'

Nodding gently, Tsumi sighed with a renewed and slightly bolstered smile as he was returned to the porch. He looked up as a small van pulled up at the curb with several familiar faces visible inside. Julius grinned, giving them a wave and hefting his backpack and skate-board, before ruffling Tsumi's hair. 'See you in a week then, bro.' He grinned, turning to pad off, aware of his sibling's eyes watching him down the drive-way, sheepishly admiring the slight sag to his baggy jeans and casually worn backwards-cap and worn-in skate-shoes.

Waving to the van as it pulled away, the mog returned inside, perking his ears to the familiar earthy scent of his father and ex-band mate toking it up again. With a slight sigh and shake of his head, padded on through to join them. At least it wasn't 'shrooms this time...

~~~

There were several things Tsumi enjoyed about having Nick over. Not least of all the comedic effect of watching him stumbling into things and being unable to see a flight of stairs without taking a tumble down them. More so it was his large size. Several inches past Seven feet tall, he topped his father easily by a head and a half, if not more, and himself by at least twice that amount. Broad of form, and slightly portly. He was delightfully soft; both in fur and flesh. A fact Tsumi was all too keenly aware of, for the Dragon's smoking habits that far outmatched Sam's. Not that it was a competition..

Sprawled out atop the duo, with his torso and head sunken slightly against Nick's paunch and his legs draped over his father's abdomen and chest, the young mog couldn't help himself giggling. The thick haze of smoke he'd been breathing in for who-knew how long had him rather sprawled, relaxed and at last forgetting the incident of several months prior.. It was just lucky that Julius had gotten home when he had..

The thought was swiped away as one of the mocha Mana-dragon's broad hands stroked along his chest, making him chrrl faintly and nose against his 'uncle's arm. Not really related, but Nick had always been a part of the family as long as Tsumi or Julius were concerned. In turn, he felt the broad, slightly snaggle-fanged muzzle nosing over his hair and ears, making him lean his chin up to nose under nicks chin and snicker as a thick tongue dragged along his neck for a moment.

Nick paused as he trailed his tongue back into his lips, smiling lightly and looking to Sam.

'Do we have any of that dry-hard chocolate-topping stuff?' He asked with a low rumble, squeezing Tsumi to himself as the older moogle lifted his gaze.

'Chocolate-topping.. chocolate-topping..' Sam repeated as he thought, before 'Ahh!'ing and nodding with a grin. Gently moving the smaller mog's legs from his form with a warm 'Scuse me, kiddo.' he stumbled through to the kitchen to return with a large box. Tsumi perked his ears as he watched his father settling it down beside Nick and draw out one of the dark brown bottles. 'We have 'em in spades. Love this stuff.' Sam murmured, easing back into the floor-spanning beanbag, returning the pink-mog's legs back atop him like a blanket.

'Awesome.' Grinned the Manadragon, tugging out a bottle of his own and popping the cap with a rumble. Expecting the duo to start nursing from the bottles, Tsumi gave a shuddery gasp as a thick, cool liquid began gently drizzling itself over his head.

'Ack! Kupipo! Uncle Niiick!' He pined bashfully, before giggling as the Dragon's tongue began trailing; slopping and slathering with greedy delight about his head and ears again, dragging off that sauce along with his own natural and curiously fruity flavour.

'Mmph..? S'up kid?' Rumbled the fuzzy dragon with a delighted groan as he swallowed and began adding more sauce to the boy's head.

'Q-quit that, kupo! It feels gross!'

'Yeah, but it tastes awesome!' Came the broad and goofy grinned response, before an extra squirt of sauce dribbled over the mog's nose.

Tsumi could do little to help himself as he felt the goo hardening in the air, permitting the dragon to start languidly suckling at his ears and nose. He shuddered as he felt the attentions warming his flesh and leaving it clean, if slick with thick saliva.

Resigned to the attentions, Tsumi lay back atop the pair as they continued for several minutes like that, adding drizzles and smears of the dark chocolate sauce and drew it off with almost tender, affectionate grooming and suckling. The feel of Sam's muzzle tickling the supple pads of his foot-paws had him squeaking and groaning faintly before the slimy heat over his toes squished over his paws on the whole.

Blinking down to his father, Tsumi laid his ears and squeaked.

'Nnph.. Dad..! You're not supposed to do tha-haaah..!' He groaned as the drizzling sauce was applied over his pompom, sending the most bizarre sensation of being drizzled bodily with the rich goo through his body. It was replaced, tortuously by the dragon's tongue and muzzle trailing and slurping all the more, making his form twitch to the mind-blowing sensation.

Breathing was hard when his mind was overwhelmed with that sensation. The reason he never let people touch his pompom. That and the fact that he could barely think when it happened, all other sensation washed away like the pools of flavoured saliva being swallowed down by the greedy dragon.

Lifting his hands with a feeble gasp, the boy tried to push at the dragon's muzzle; weakly and shaking the whole way. With a quaking moan, the muzzle relented, trailing the walnut sized pom free with a grin in its wake. Tsumi groaned, his hands holding faintly to his uncle's broad muzzle as he caught his breath and steadily returned to awareness, blinking his eyes open.

'Kupipo.. Niiick..!' He pouted balefully, and earned that dopey grin back as the dragon began slowly coating his 'snack's hands in the rich sauce.

'Ahhh you're fine, kiddo. And don't worry about your old man.. I'll stop him before he gets too into it..' He rumbled, lidding his eyes and slowly opening his muzzle over the boy's chocolate-slime-coated hands. Tsumi stared a moment at the upside-down offered glimpse into those gaping jaws, broad and slimy tongue plushly lining the floor between large fangs and huge canine-like teeth at the back of his uncle's maw. The lips closed over his forearms, claiming hands and wrists easily in the steamy heat as the Dragon rumbled and groaned his appreciation. The rich flavours flooding his senses had him closing his eyes and gently bobbing his broad and shaggy head to work as much of it free.

Even in his hesitancy, Tsumi couldn't deny a certain amount of enjoyment in the attention of the large males about him. Nick's plush form, and the slick and stifling heat of his jaws creeping over his arms; The occasional extra drizzle of sauce along his cheek and muzzle, neck and torso; and Sam's throat rippling gently. His face burned a little, heart racing to the feeling of the jaws crawling over him as the duo completely ignored the entire reason Julius invited Nick along in the first place. Trusting in the Mana-dragon's words that he would be fine, he remained quiet, save for tremulous moans as he felt Nick's broad jaws crawling down his upper-arms and framing his head and shoulders. His pompom glowed brightly in the gloom of the creeping muzzle, permitting him a view of the textured palate pressed some against his nose and a sliver-of a view of Sam's muzzle inching up his lower thighs...

He closed his eyes and moaned out at the overload of sensation, panting in the slightly staler chocolatey smell of the Dragon's maw before his arms and head were squished deeper into the 'sitter's gullet with a slow rolling swallow and undulation of that thick tongue smushing against his small wings and back..

Sam meanwhile, delighted with a muffled groan at the exquisite mingling of flavours; rich and subtle from sauce and mog in turn. The delectable ache of such a sizable meal stretching out his gullet had his eyes closed and mind turning over the thought of that huge strawberry he'd found in the basement..

Crawling steadily further over his partner, he swallowed gently, coaxing the smooth and squirming hips of that strawberry- (Strawberries had hips?) past his muzzle whilst his length pulsed steadily and began grinding his swelling shaft against Nick's paunch.

The dragon's large fluffy ears perked to the feeling of Sam's shaft and slowly reached to grasp the mog's hips and pull him up a ways. He 'glrk!'ed a moment, as unthinkingly, he sank the boy in his jaws deeper into both their gullets, leaving just Tsumi's writhing abdomen between their jaws like a too-large noodle being slurped up between them. His own shaft, sizable, ribbed, knotted and eager, rose to wedge between Sam's rump-cheeks, grinding steadily and smearing pre copiously along the cream-furred crack until the older Moogle's hips maneuvered and sank his snug star over the tapered tip of the spire of flesh to eagerly claim it into the delightfully snug, satiny embrace of the flesh within..

Tsumi gasped as the rippling flesh about him compacted and reverberated in a bass rumble. The cool air that tickled his belly steadily vanished in place of the heated breaths of his father and uncle, until the steamy grasp of muzzles met and entombed him wholly between the pair, leaving him squirming as the duo began making out awkwardly around his form. Nick's steady groans and hip-rolling had denied him the thought to swallow, leaving the boy to start slowly inching down further into the tauter embrace of his father. His feet were squished and wrung tautly through into a rippling embrace with more to follow as the adults moaned muffledly over his body. Occasional jostles of muscle wringing him backwards and forwards in the snug tunnel of flesh..

Sam groaned steadily, eyes fluttering some as he swallowed and panted through his nose. Riding Nick's sizable shaft with great vigor as his muzzle pressed firmly, tilted to scissor against the Dragon's jaws as that squirming, slick, delectable mass of strawberry continued to squish down his throat, spreading the wonderful ache his gullet enjoyed to his belly as it slowly but surely began distending and pressing against Nick's broad stomach. His own shaft was steadily caught between both stomachs, giving him more incentive to roll and thrust, rather hungrily grinding his ass down over the dragon's length and jaws up over the torso of the squirming moogle.

Nick groaned heavily, grinning in the kiss as he slowly rolled over, rolling Sam beneath him and reaming his needy girth into the mog, with thought of all else gone as his addled mind thought only of one thing; enjoying himself. Hunched over the smaller male, his thick tail thudded rather heavily against the floor whilst his large wings rustled, thick ashen plumage rippling some in the afternoon sun.

He was barely aware as the curious obstruction in his throat and muzzle shrank steadily, bulging, bumping and squirming, until it slid mostly free. For a moment, something grasped his thick tongue, trying desperately, apparently, to hold on. Thinking it only to be Sam's reciprocation, he ground his tongue against his palate and smiled as it slipped free at last leaving him more keenly make out with the ex-reggae-singer, groaning his delight as Sam's hands lifted to grasp in his thick mane of hair.

Tsumi squeaked and moaned heavily through the writhing tide of muscle about. The undulating heat grinding and mashing, tugging and pushing, working him about until he found himself curling up. Not as he remembered, the slight give that his father's belly had.. but a tighter place. Or perhaps it was just the crushing, grinding weight against his back, rocking time and again over him. Attempts to cry out were muffled to bare squeaks as that rocking weight mooshed over him, smothering him in the rippling embrace and forcing the air from his lungs time and again.

Whimpering beneath the grinding weight as it began growing in speed and force, Tsumi gasped out as he heard the erratic panting and moaning of his father about him, the racing thump of his heart-beat and the gurgling squelch of the muscles continuing to mash him over, until it was all muted out for several seconds with the heavy weight of nick crashing his orgasm home with a window-rattling roar coinciding with Sam's own weighty orgasm splattering copiously over his tensing abdominals.

Gasping softly as the motions ceased, Tsumi moaned blearily, hoping for reprieve as the walls relaxed their embrace.. but the weight didn't let up. If anything, it grew heavier, slowly smothering down over him as Nick began sprawling down over Sam, rumbling dizzily and grooming through the fine cream-coloured fur affectionately. With afterglow settling in as heavily as the dragon, Tsumi pined mutely as the rapid heartbeat about him slowly mellowed and relaxed as the duo about him began drifting off. 'D-..Dad..?'

~~~

Nick was the first to awaken, blinking some and smacking his lips as he tasted the slight bitter aftertaste of too-much chocolate sauce. He grinned faintly and looked down to Sam, inclining his head and slowly easing off his form, recessed into the plush beanbag, he grinned and leant in to groom over his cheek affectionately.

'Hey, Rise and shine..' Rumbled the dragon with a chuckle as Sam stirred and stretched out some.

'S'the time?' Sam murmured, blinking some and looking to the nearby bay-windows, where a sliver of light was creeping in.

'Uh.. TV says 6:30 in the morning.' Nick murmured, rubbing his head and smiling lazily, before looking to the moogle's face, which had a confused look dawning over it.

'...Wait. ..Isn't the sesh' on for next week?' He mused groggily, rubbing his head and earning a mimicked motion from the larger dragon.

'...Oh yeah. ...Why'm I over here again?' He asked, knelt some over the reclined, naked mog, focused on his face.

'...Not sure. I sure 'ppreciate the company, but F'you've got things t'do..' Sam said with a lazy chrrl and stroke of his hands over the dragon's chest, affectionately combing and scritching and earning a warm kiss in turn.

'Yeah, I should scoot. See you next week then.' Nick grinned, slowly rising to his feet and looking for his pants before stumbling out the door, jeans in hand.

Grinning broadly to the sight, Sam subconsciously stroked over his stomach and smiled, before perking his ears to the feel of another hand on it. Looking back, he smiled as he caught the face of Tsumi kneeling beside him.

'Oh, hey kiddo.. Didn't wake you, did we? Sorry.' Sam murmured warmly, easing an arm about the mog to draw him into a hug against his domed stomach which gurgled lazily about its weighty meal.

'Kupipo? Nah, I was up anyway, kupo.' Tsumi smiled, nuzzling into his father's neck fondly and grinning as he peered out the window. 'Man, Nick has such a nice ass..'

Nodding lightly, Sam chuckled. 'He sure does, kupo.' He murmured, relaxing with the little mog atop his belly, as he reached for the remote to turn on the Television.

'Looks like you guys got up to some fun, huh?' grinned the pink mog as he slowly knelt up a bit, gently straddling his old-man's softening belly.

'Oof.. yeah. Guess we ordered out a bit heavy on the pizza last night.. Juli'll probably crack the shits, but, hey.. not complaining.. I get the feeling that whatever flavour we got, it was delicious..' Sam murmured hazily, grinning as he watched the little mog gently rocking his hips and grinding his modestly plump shaft against the pudgy stomach.

'Kuupipo.. Nawh, he can't be mad at you! You look adorable like this! And you feel awesome.' He snickered softly, grinding gently and kneading the broad belly over, drawing a rather sizable belch from the older mog.

'As opposed to?' Sam grinned lightly, bucking his hips to disrupt the mog's grinding and pulling him down beside him to cozy in to watch the vividly animated music videos playing.

Sam smiled as the week proceeded. Quietly, and quite enjoyably with the pink mog keeping him company, kneading and rubbing over his stomach. It certainly took its time in shrinking, though Tsumi didn't seem to mind in the slightest, napping with his head atop it, rubbing, kneading and stroking it affectionately, and on more than one occasion finding himself pinned beneath it as Sam gave him a solid reaming.

Sated for days, Sam ordered pizza for the younger mog's benefit and smiled as he rested, perking his ears as Friday made its way around. With his belly almost wholly returned to normal, the older mog perked his ears some as Tsumi sat up, smiling.

'Y'know, I kinda feel like going skating, kupo.' He said with a stretch, grinning down to his father.

'Yeah..? You might miss Juli commin' home.'

'Maybe.. but he'll be here when I get back, kupo.' Tsumi chrrled gently, leaning in to kiss his father's nose warmly. 'See you later, Dad.' He added, easing to his paws and giggling as the older mog swatted his rump.

'Have fun, kiddo.' Sam smiled, reclining back into the beanbag, as Tsumi padded off, paying the door neither opening or closing any heed.

~~~

Julius smiled as he hopped out of the van, looking wind-swept and delighted with himself. Waving to his friends as they headed off, he approached the house, and eased inside with a light knock.

'Dad? Nick? Tsumi?' He called lightly, blinking as a curious smell caught his nose. Something slightly overripe.. He padded through the hall, dumping his backpack and blinking over the half-dozen boxes of pizza stacked by the backdoor. Frowning some, he padded over to investigate them, lifting the lid of one to find the pizza completely untouched..

'In here, Juli.' Sam called, bringing a smile to Julius' face as he wandered into the living room to regard the older mog where he left him.

'You and Nick have fun, kupo?' Julius asked, easing his cap and shirt off as he dropped down beside his father, only to 'ack!' as he found the suede cover coated with dried spunk.

'Yeah, but he went home Tuesday. Forgot the date of our sesh'.' Sam said with a smile, relaxed and drawing a lazy toke of the bud in hand. Julius blinked.

'Sesh..? But, He was here to watch you and Tsumi, kupo.'

'Hmm..? Ahhh Tsumi was fine. We had an awesome time. He went out boarding a little while ago. ...Went naked though, now I think on it. ..Strange. Had a good appetite, though.'

Julius blinked softly, looking over to the untouched pizza boxes.