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A Night to Remember. © Tsumi Moogle '12 Characters © Themselves.

What all had he expected? Gazing about the crowded entrance and wide lounge-room of one of his class-mate's house, he could honestly answer 'At least this.' The red plastic cups being handed out from a pair of large curiously expensive carved wooden tables, the bodies moving awkwardly and out of time to music played unnecessarily loud and the voices of so many people. In many regards louder than they needed to be, bolstered by the free (and cheap anyway) booze.

Only 9 O'clock and already he saw several people staggering toward a line coming out of a side-room suggesting the position of a bathroom.

With a shake of his head, the Mog tugged the snug leather jacket from his shoulders and turned to slip it into a nearby closet. He paused though, as he regarded the number of other overshirts and jackets stuffed inside. Considering several moments, he gave a shake of his head and a bemused sigh, draping the jacket over an arm instead. The door behind him opened with a slight billowing gust of the chill night air to permit several other bodies that he didn't recognise. Several among the crowd did though as the newcommers cheered to announce their arrival, earning a roar of approval in kind.

As they barreled past, Tsumi shook his head with a wry smile. He was rather certain he wouldn't be staying long, at this rate. At least until his name met his ears.

'There you are, Tsumi! I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up!'

Following the voice to its source, the smile spread into a warmer and more genuine one as his eyes found the tall, ashen form of Glitch, both his friend and the one running the party. He'd not been able to lay eyes on the broad-muzzled canine in a number of weeks. Given that he'd been invited by proxy by another of their friends.

'For a while, so did I, kupo.' The mog admitted sheepishly, trailing his eyes from the canine's grinning face, framed by his long hair, this evening tied back into a simple pony tail. rich blue eyes glimmering mischeviously from behind a pair of thin, square-framed glasses. With a thumb hooked into the pocket of his carpenters jeans, and the other paw holding another of the red plastic cups in front of his button-up and T-shirt mix, he stood with an easy, welcoming posture on two broad plantigrade feet, which the Moogle's eyes noted with a moment's pause, were covered in a pair of familiar, dark-grey sneakers.

Sneakers that were starting towards him.

Looking up, he found the canine slipping an arm around his shoulder to draw him further into the crowded house with a grin. 'Well, I'm glad you did, Mog. I know it's not your kinda scene, but its good to have you here.' Glitch smiled, flicking his sizeable tail behind him, walking the mog to the wooden table serving drinks, and put the cup he was holding down. 'Two, thanks Damien.' The Canine grinned to the vulpine pouring the booze with an easy grace.

'Evenin' Tsumi.' Came that smooth, buttery-good tone, flashed with another grin as the fox slid two cups onto the table.

'Heya Damey.' Tsumi smiled, watching Glitch snag up the first cup and offer it to offer to him. 'Huh..? Oh-.. No thanks, water's fine, kupo.'

'Aww, c'mon, Mog. Loosen up. Live a little!' Glitch smiled, offering the mog the cup again. 'Just the one, for me?' He pouted with a playful air, making Tsumi sigh as he took the cup.

'Just tonight, kupo..' He nodded, earning a light thump on his back from the canine.

'Atta boy. Anyway, I have to duck off. Gotta greet about a thousand people tonight. Have yourself some fun, and don't get into any mischief.' Glitch grinned wider, before slipping through the crowd, leaving the Mog momentarily stunned to find himself adrift amid a sea of unknowns. More than likely people from other campuses, or outside friends of the host's. Almost subconsciously, he took a sip from the cup and immediately grimaced for the bitter tang of cheap beer.

Looking back to the dark-furred fox behind the table, Damien gave an appologetic smirk and reached for the cup, which he smoothly recycled back into the keg, to refill with water instead.

'Wouldn't be a party without the cheap-beer, right?' chuckled the vulpine as Tsumi took another drink and sighed.

'Shows how much I know, kupo. 'Cause I wouldn't be able to tell.' the mog said with a slightly guilty roll of his eyes before slipping off into the crowd with a wave.

It was a task and a half, trying to work his way through the thick mass of people Glitch had invited. All at least a head or taller than himself, and more often than not busy in the midst of some manner of crude masculine ritual. Keeping tally in his mind of the number of times he heard the words 'Bitch' 'Banged' 'Backdoor' 'Booze' and 'Football.'

A couple of times, he had to duck out of the way as one large form knocked another and spilled their drink, earning a wild swing in turn, and causing a rapid convergence of bodies to break them apart. Glitch's house was ideal for parties on larger scale, so no one was keen on breaking it up yet. At least before dawn.

Slipping out the back-door, Tsumi sighed for the cool air and the easing of pounding in his ears for the music. Aware of bodies moving together in the slight gloom of several lawn lights, and more-so aware of a faint pink pulse to his pompom as several bodies ground together out of sight around the side of the house.

The pom hanging over his head advised him to step aside from the door as the sounds of arguing reached his ears. Yellow, then orange for several moments as a canine and tiger tumbled over each other, growling and snarling obscenities amidst copious use of the word 'Bro'. Busy as he was watching the two starting to brawl, with several of their friends hurrying out to break them up, Tsumi missed a paw reaching from the darkness to drop something into his drink.

Shaking his head with a sigh, he leant himself against the house's rough-brick wall. Much as he liked Glitch, it just wasn't his scene. He was certain Damien could tell him as much, if he missed him on his way to the door. Swirling his water, the mog lifted his glass to take another gulp of water before he headed back in, watching his still-orange pom glowing over his face. Blinking for a moment and looking about, the Mog turned to slip back inside, before the world lurched.

Swallowing again, he grasped the edge of the door-frame, suddenly spun out and rather nauseous, he blinked, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. He groaned though, as whatever was affecting him lingered. The world spun steadily worse, making him grasp his stomach, drop his cup and stare at the slightly clouded water with dawning shock.

Stumbling inside, the mog winced as he staggered into several people, avoiding shoves back in turn and wincing for several concerned gazes following him. Looking amidst the blur of faces and noise, it was with great difficulty that he staggered his way upstairs, remembering only vaguely through his nausea where the stairs were..

The Mog's jacket fell to the floor as his sneakered paws stumbled along the thick-carpeted hall overlooking the lounge-room below, until he pushed open a doorway, to sink against the white porcelain of the bathroom counter. Trembling in both shock, and as a result of whatever he'd been slipped, He tried to keep-hold of the bench, staring in the broad mirror at himself. His face looked pale, and he couldn't stop shaking. Odd flashes of numbness tingled here and there over his body as the world swam and distorted. Clumsily fumbling the faucets, he drank from the tap directly, though it did little for him.

And in an instant, the bathroom went pitch-black.

The queasiness and shock of what was going on did nothing to abate the sudden rush of fear gripping his innards. And with only his pom's glow illuminating his nose infront of his face, he turned to stagger for the door, little though he wanted to face the party. He was met with a firm shove to his chest that sent him stumbling and reeling back towards the bath-tub. Tripping over its edge in the dark, he gave a cry, gripping at the shower-curtain and pulling it free with a clatter of fine metal rings as he toppled back.

Not with the resounding aching thud, as he'd expected, though his head took a painful jarring knock to its base, but with an icey crunch and sluicing of biting cold liquid beneath him. He couldn't help the yelping cry that escaped him, as he continued struggling to get free.

But as the lights came back on, he froze with a wince, panting, whimpering as he gazed up through slitted eyelids at the tall, ashen form of Glitch, smirking to him.

'G-Glitch..?! W-what're you-.. gnnh.. H-help me up.. Kupo..! S-Someone.. slipped me something..!' The mog murmured hopefully, watching the canine closing the bathroom door and locking it nonchalantly, before padding to the tub. As opposed to the handpaw he expected though, the canine that came in and out of focus just leant over the bath, a hand rested on the tiles behind Tsumi's head, before a broad foot lifted and pressed down over his chest.

Groaning beneath the force, Tsumi struggled as he sank further into the tub, aware of the rolling of bottles amidst the icy water beneath his back. The water pressed about him, though was held back by the shower-curtain he lay on. 'G-Glitch? K-kupo!'

Glitch just smirked cheekily, kneading his broad, shoe'd paw over his smaller friend's chest with a light chuckle. 'I know, Tsumi. I did.' The canine murmured easily, looking over the smaller male blushing beneath his treads.

'Y-you did..? Kupo..? B-but why..? W-What was it..?' Tsumi squeaked, shivering as Glitch rumbled throatily, and lifted his foot again, lightly tapping his sole over the mog's forehead.

'Oh, Nothing big.. Just a Roofie.' That grin kept spreading, as the canine pressed his foot down, sinking the mog down, and letting the shower-curtain tug down enough to let a trickle of the chilly water splash over the mog, who, despite his tentative, bashful position, began thrashing to get free with a cry. 'Woah, woah, hey, easy Mog.'

Heedless to Glitch's words, though, the mog kept struggling, trying to wriggle out from beneath Glitch's form and haul himself free of the tub. His body refused to respond. No longer just nauseous and dizzy, his limbs were heavy. They warred against his desperation whilst icy water began pouring over him. Before another cry yell of displeasure could escape him though, he felt Glitch's hand lean down to grasp around him and tug him free. With a faint splat of sopping clothing, he slumped against the canine, shaking and shivering for fear and the cold seeping into his form.

Glitch's arms held the moogle easily, walking him from the bath, to rest the quaking form back over the empty porcelain bench, laying him in place and holding a hand to his chilled chest. Looking the disheveled form over, Glitch couldn't help the slight twist to his grin as he began stroking the mog's matted cheek-fur. 'And as for why? ...Well, because I thought it'd be fun.' The flash of his pearly teeth could not possibly have been wider. 'Why else do I do anything?'

The moogle couldn't answer. He could barely muster strength to squeak as his head pounded and his heart raced. His arms could only twitch as the canine form of his host lazily unbuckled his belt, and drew his sodden jeans free of his hips, baring them and bunching the thick denims about his knees and ankles as Glitch pressed up against him.

The warmth would have been almost welcome, until he realised through his altered sense of perception, that his host's pants had at some point been dropped as well. Noted by the tapered, almost conical shape of the tall male's arrousal starting to wedge itself between his cheeks.

He may well have enjoyed what was going on, had the canine not just drugged and terrified the living daylights out of him. He -knew- Glitch was keenly aware of his fears, but for his haze, couldn't imagine why he'd opted to abuse them.. He would have only too obligingly offered for the Canine. Though, given the mischevious glint in his host's eyes, a small part of him imagined that such a direct offer would have been refused.

Glitch interupted the Moogle's silent and laborous ponderings with ponderous labourings of his own. Hips rolling, rutting firmly hunched the mog against the wall with faint and rythmic thumps. The chill that gripped the smaller form abated with his hips readily mashing and grinding against the smaller male's. One arm held those shapely legs against his torso, whilst the other plucked his friend's shoes free easily. Baring broad footpaws for his amusement, he began trailing his thick and rather uncanid-tongue along the supple, musky-sweet pads.

'You know, It's sort of a shame you never come to my parties, Mog. See, there's kind of a tradition; Someone always seems to end up in your position, and then they always seem to.. vanish.' The grin on his face had that twisted look to it still as Tsumi continued panting thinly. Managing the barest of squeaks for the avid plowing he was receiving, the mog's muzzle tried fruitlessly to form words, to find strength to call out.

But with the roofies kicking in, he could barely keep his wits about him, barely focus on Glitch's face pulling back from his feet as his jeans were discarded with a wet splat in a nearby corner. The Host's muzzle returned, just at the edge of the groggy Moogle's vision, slathering those delectably plush soles of his keenly, before the slimey heat spread from trailing tongue to entire jaws.

Glitch gave a lax groan of appreciation. The tang of strawberry abating the admittedly unwelcome aftertaste of beer. Not only the flavour, but the texture of Tsumi taking his turn to spread him open in kind. The fine velvety fur slicked down easily, matting with saliva as he swallowed over the smaller male's feet. His hips rutted keenly, fuelled achingly with more than one primal need working in tandom. Hunching over the mog, one paw grapped rather roughly of Tsumi's shoulder, while the other squeezed his legs tight. An almost gutteral growl escaped the curious hybrid as he tensed, bucking without abandon and lightly gritting his teeth past the moogle's knees. Shaft pulsing, balls slapping against that perky backside, his howl of approval was muted around his meal's calves as he began jetting a rich load of seed under the twitching mog's tail.

Slumping a little as his load abated, Glitch groaned faintly and withdrew his shaft. Looking up to the Moogle and grinning as his hot breath washed over the spun-out form's groin, teasing his hardened shaft in turn. Easing his arms under his delectable friend, he hefted him slowly up as he stood straight as well. Jaws leaning towards the roof, he jostled the dizzy mog, and gulped welcomingly, letting the weight of his friend sink him steadily down into the taut heat of his gullet.

The world swayed steadily. Rocking, and lurching, though he himself was still. Numbly, the Moogle leant a hand about the base of Glitch's neck, grasping against his friend's shoulder. Barely retaining consciousness, there was no force behind it, and the almost dopey look on the smaller male's face suggested it was almost instinctive. Whatever it was, it did nothing to impede his trip inwards. Glitch's jaws crawled higher and higher as he leant himself against the counter, tonguing beneath the curve of the moogle's hips and over the smalls of his back. One hand continued supporting the small, strawberry-flavoured male, as the other stroked faintly along his throat, admiring with relish the feel of the slowly stirring bulges slithering deeper.

His hand followed suit to knead over the bulges his friend made within his stomach. Distending it slowly and easily, skin pressing and bulging almost loosely, making Glitch's efforts seem like child's play. And with the practice he'd had, it was just that. Starting to work his stomach with both paws, the canine groaned as his friend's upper torso lulled about loosely. Steady yawning swallows dragged those precarious last inches, folded wings up along with the Mog's arms as his head trailed over the back of his tongue. And with a lazy rumble, Glitch closed his eyes and drained the last of his friend down his eager gullet with a final, simple gulp.

The canine's head slowly hung, panting as the deed was completed. The bulges of the mog bound in his gut sloshed and weightily slumped about as his rather powerful inner muscles ground and churned, squeezing and undulating the rag-dolling mog about. Licking his lips and smirking, Glitch eyed his own shirt, the buttons of the soaked overshirt having popped free, and the almost torn T-shirt having ridden up his chest. Shaking his head, he tugged them both free to add to the pile along with his meal's former garments and turned to step out of the bathroom.

The party continued in full swing below, people enjoying themselves, still grinding and moving awkwardly to the pumping music. From his vantage point, the canine noticed Damien had slipped out from behind the drinks table, more than likely to have himself a huge and squirming hors doeuvre. Making no attempt to hide his squirming belly, he grinned as the eyes of those down below noticed his darker form against the white of the paint about him. Spreading his arms, as if in display and contented triumph, he was met with an audible cheer, and headed down to continue his party.