Let Me Be Your Bad Decision [done] [adult themes]

[Kitrina]

"Hey, we match," Kitrina laughed a little with another moan as she arched back. Her few experiences with women were under not-great-circumstances and with the alcohol, her friend, and the situation, it was nice to just have fun, such as that.

"I can't--can't do that because I'm--not wearing one--that's right--" she said in between kisses, more tongue used than necessary before there was the compression between them. And were she not so drunk, or maybe caught up in the other queen's domination, she might not have groped the way she did. That was only when she broke the kiss. "Jesus, I thought--I thought I had a good--good rack. You--make me look flat." Her other hand groped her own chest in comparison, simply bewildered, amazed, and maybe a bit curiously turned on, too. Not to the extent she had with Munkustrap, but something.

[Plato]

"TAKE THEM OFFFFFF!" Plato catcalled loudly, grinning broadly.

[sirscootsalot]

Pouncival gave a shocked, muffled noise, falling flat on his stomach and trying to look back at Electra, wanting to spout off a string of curses at her. He was just about to express his disgust at Tumble, as well. Maybe now he'd stop what he was doing. Ew.

Wrestling Electra's paw from his face, he turned as much as he could, looking up at her with a glare. "What the hell was that?" He asked in a stage whisper.

[flashgordon]

Munkustrap really would have hated to admit it, but he was just as entranced with the pair as the others were. He wouldn't have been, had he not had the alcohol in him; on a normal basis he'd be trying to break up the public display, not wanting any kittens to see. But the more of the drink he had, the more he was 'outside of himself', so to speak. He was definitely happier. And, well, hornier, too.

[Tumblebrutus]

Tumblebrutus offered a tiny whimper that turned into a mew as he leaned even more forward, eyes like saucers as he took in the scene. Seemingly, he had a revelation about why the older toms were seemingly obsessed with lesbians. Or the gay. Or just sex in general. And, though he insisted on the idea of romance accompanying it, not having interest with no strings attached, he understood the intrigue of it. Or thought he did at least. Pounce better got that stuff than him. And his brother but it was kinda weird talking about stuff with him. More like embarrassing.

Definitely grew up a bit too innocent for his better.

Watching was almost overwhelming. By that point he was ragingly hard, their words blending into static as he watched the pushing, the lip locks, the groping, the lack of clothing. He was starting to feel the way he did when he was alone right before he--

Tumblebrutus seemed to snap out of it with that revelation, hand moving away from his groin, thankful to find it still zipped at least, and not sticky. He tugged at the denim to try and mask was was inevitably there before giving up and pulling his tshirt lower as he scooted back toward Pouncival and Electra. "I don't think I can watch," he confided pathetically before looking at Electra.

He wasn't sure WHY he and Electra didn't quite get along, or rather why she bullied him. Then again, everyone kind of bullied him--maybe part of omega territory.

He strained to look at their faces though his head kept turning toward the queens with longing. And then a different picture in his mind. One of him in Bombalurina's stead, dominant, powerful, and strong, and of Jemima in Kitrina's place, submissive, delicious, and wanting. And there was Mistoffelees, already there and watching. But in his fantasy, Mistoffelees abandoned his post to join him and Jemima, moving in behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure, one he couldn't distinguish as if they were too blurry. It approached, and he assumed white and brown patched female for the stout height. He should have been frightened in the fantasy, but there was a comfort in the stranger.

Tumblebrutus lowered his head, eyes squeezed shut, torso shaking hard from his restraint. It was too difficult, too hard to control himself like the other toms. Maybe something was really wrong with him. Really, really wrong with him. Sixteen, never been kissed, not a likely prognosis of that changing, and always seeming to have problems getting hard at inopportune times, something he thought would go away after his voice dropped and he matured like Tugger suggested it would. But it didn't. And after that fiasco, the tom was afraid to tell anyone of that problem, including Pouncival. Maybe it would have been different if Skimbleshanks were around more frequently, if they could have a tighter father and son bond, but the train occupied a good deal of his time, and he was always so busy even when he was around, or with Mistoffelees.

A bit of a bitterness accompanied that thought; only a year separated them in age, so what was so special about the black cat? Oh, right. He was perfect.

The hard shakes accompanied a rocking motion. "I don't know what to do," he finally whispered. Telling Electra to go away probably wasn't the best idea.

[lectra]

The Queen grinned and rolled off of Pounce with ease. "Just didn't want you to howl and holler when I came up. Besides, I like making an entrance," she winked and giggled. But her attention was quickly drawn to the adults . She peeked over the board that Tumble was looking over. 'Lectra's eyes grew wide as she witnessed the Bomb and Kit lip-lock. And she felt a strange stirring in her abdomen. A warming sensation that felt oddly pleasant. She scrunched her nose and was going to swat Tumble to ignore it, but she stopped. The poor Tom was shaking. She didn't quite understand what was going on.

'Lectra leaned forward, putting her face just inches away from his. She has a concentrated look, lips pursed and brows furrowed. "What the hell is wrong with you, Tumble?" He was usually stronger than that, jumping at the chance to wrestle her. Unless Jemi was around of course.

[sirscootsalot]

"He's horny." Pouncival said in a mocking voice, giving Tumblebrutus a playful punch on the shoulder that was harder than nessesary before scooting over to use his side to push Electra in another action that was originally meant as playful.

"He just don't know what to do. Poor guy. Pretty funny to watch though." A grin was given at Tumble, head tilted, amused and not bothering to hide it. If he found something was funny, he didn't care if someone thought he was being mean; he would show them he found it hilarious.

[Tumblebrutus]

"Pounce!" Tumblebrutus hissed loudly, tail becoming a bit more erect as the tip thumped hard, claws emerging for just a moment before he settled. He never used claws in fights. Not even with Pounce. Even if Pounce definitely deserved it. "You don't tell kittens this sort of stuff! It's like... so not cool! And what if it got back to Je--someone?"

The hard pinch was ignored in favor of trying to think about the situation at hand. Or maybe not at hand, rather. "It's not funny! Just tell me what to do so I don't... do something embarrassing." The last part was mumbled, and he made he mistake of glancing at the queens again, only reaffirming his needs down below.

And, a look was given to Electra. "Please, PLEASE don't tell ANYONE about this." Another shake of the shoulders, a shifting of position, and utter discomfort. Maybe the queens would end the show soon. Or he'd lose interest.

... he doubted either.

[kamaria]

"Sounds like I'm not the only one needing cheering up," Kamaria said, leaning lightly against Puck.

Taking a swig of her drink, she returned her attention to Kit and Bom.

"Keep going ladies, the toms' heads are about to explode!" she called with a laugh.

[puck]

Puck grinned and gave Kamaria a little nudge. "Yea, both of them." She added with a wink.

[lonzo]

'Lonzo grabbed whatever was left in the bag and downed a gulp. "Ah, good stuff," he slurred. This was roaring good time! He sat down next to Misto and blinked, furrowing his brow as he thought. Did he have any left? He rummaged around his pocket for a minute, digging for any leftover. He pulled a small plastic bag with some nip in the bottom. "Here ya go, enjoy." The Tom grinned and then crawled over to sit next to his bestie.

'Lonzo nudged Plato in the side, grinning from ear to ear. "Hey, hey look at 'em go!" He catcalled and whistled, egging them on. "Yeah! TAKE EM OFFFFF!!!!" He felt his pants get a little tighter the longer he looked, but he was so high he didn't even really notice.

[Plato]

Plato laughed a bit as he leaned forward, giving a wolf-whistle, half-leaning against Alonzo, an arm wrapping around his friend's shoulders. "SHOW YOUR TITS!" he yelled. "WE WANT YOUR PUSSY!"

God, it was just an amazing day, wasn't it?

[Mistoffelees]

Nip in hand, Mistoffelees exhaled. Fine. If the others were drunk and enjoying themselves, HE would be having a good time as well. He looked around him, noticing then how he felt isolated from the group. Well, better that so he wouldn't share.

And he brought the bag up, smearing a bit of the nip by his nose before doing a line on his arm and snorting. His body twisted, wriggling with glee then. Another hit was taken and his pupils dialated, the cat dropping to the ground and rolling.

[The Rum Tum Tugger]

Tugger completely echoed Plato's sentiments, although he wasn't going to shout out like him. He just watched, almost drooling. This was a perfect way to spent the day.

[lectra]

'Lectra was oh-so-tempted to tell Jemi, just to spite Tumble. She rolled her eyes, pouted her lips, and sighed. "Fine, fine, I won't tell Jemi. And don't think I don't know that you have a thing for her. Taking up all her time like you do." She glared at the Tom, tail swishing angrily behind her. But she didn't want to make a scene, so instead she turned her attention to Pounce, Tumble had enough problems.

She sauntered over to Pounce, gave a glance to the happenings down below them (with that weird stirring in the pit of her stomach again, which gave her pleasant shivers for a second), and then back up to Pounce. "So why aren't you all hot and bothered like him? Isn't it every Tom's fantasy to see two hot Queens like them go at?"

[sirscootsalot]

Pouncival snorted, shaking his head. "Because, I'm not in the middle of it. Duh. I'm only really interested if I'm a part of it. At least I accept I ain't got no chance."

That sounded like bullshit even to him... oh well. He turned to Tumblebrutus, shrugging.

"What do you want me to tell you? If you turn around three times and tap your nose it'll just go away? It doesn't work that way, so don't look at me. Figure it out for yourself." He said, shoving Tumblebrutus' arm slightly. "Emabrrassment comes with life, dude. It just happens to you a helluva lot more than normal cats. Probably to make up for how amazing I am."

Oh yeah. He said it.

[Tumblebrutus]

Tumblebrutus gawked, snorted, then laughed. "You? Amazing? Are you trying to be Plato or something? Trying to be Plato and failing, even?" His head shook. Unbelievable. Sometimes he wondered how the two were friends in the first place.

But still, it was tough. And he was embarrassed a fair deal indeed, that was true.

Being told to figure it out wasn't exactly helpful either.

[bombalurina]

Bombalurina finally broke the kiss, sitting back on her heels, preening a little bit. A deep purr rumbled in her chest as she turned to face Plato, eyelids heavy, giving him a sultry look. "Happy?" She asked, as if there was any question.

"And now it's my turn. Hmm," she twisted her torso, still straddling Kitrina, to pick her victim.

"MISTO!" She suddenly decided. "Truth? OR DARE?"

[Mistoffelees]

Mistoffelees didn't reply at first, or at least in the form of words as he giggled and rolled across the ground before seeming to realize he was called. "Hee hee, uh. I want..." He looked around the group before beaming.

"DAAARRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~ Hee hee!"

[Plato]

"... WAIT! THAT WAS IT?!?!?! It's never IT until we see some naked tits!" Plato shouted, thoroughly disappointed.

[lectra]

'Lectra rolled her eyes at Pounce's answer. "Yeah right! You can't be the ONLY Tom not getting turned on by what's happening down there?" She arched a brow and walked forward, putting her face in Pounce's personal space. She scrunched her nose and pursed her lips. "I don't think so." For now she was ignoring Tumble, who just being a whiny emo kitten about his problems.

[flashgordon]

Munkustrap made a slight face, now considerably more drunk than he had been earlier. The show ended. That was, admittedly, disappointing,

Taking a heavy swig from the bottle, successfully downing the rest, he let it fall from his paw and stood, wobbling now. He wasn't even aware any longer that his shirt was still open. "Okay, so, uh." A pause, head tilted.

"I don't really want... want to see Misto doing... shit." He said, rubbing at his eyes, blinking harshly.

[sirscootsalot]

Pouncival snorted, bringing up a paw and putting it in her face, shoving her away. "Shit, Electra. You better be glad your breath doesn't smell like a litter box. I'd so call you out on that." He was obviously aggrivated at her. So what if he didn't get horny? He had some control, was all! Everyone else was drunk and Tumble was... Tumble. So duh.

"You don't know what it's like to be a tom, some of us are different than others. So keep your mouth shut."

[bombalurina]

"That's all you get honey," she purred at Plato, flexing her shoulders to show off her amble cleavage, clothed only in skimpy black lace. "You gotta work for more."

She rolled off of Kitrina, leaning in to whisper once more in here. "Looks like we got both the brothers attention. Check out Munk. Our unflappable and fearless leader looks a little starstruck."

Turning her attention back to Misto, she eyed him, rolling around on the ground, and decided he was fucked up enough to do about anything. "I dare you to...do a sexy striptease, for all the boys, so they can know what they're missing when they're busy goggling at my boobs." She glared playfully at Plato. "Down to the skivvies, and honey, you better rock it out."

[Tumblebrutus]

Tumblebrutus regained his breath when the queens stopped. Oh, thank God. But then there was the discussion at hand, and he felt the need to interfere. "He's right, Electra. And besides, Pounce knows a LOT about dating kittens and queens and stuff. He's told me a lot about it."

Bravado and naivety mixed together oddly sometimes, but one thing was clear--he was loyal as hell to his best friend, even in the midst of teasing.

[Kitrina]

"Mmmm, okay~ Muuuuunk~" she called, stumbling a little bit although she was grinning, not aware of the shortening of his name as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Muuuunk, she had a bigger rack than mine." A pout was given. "I thought mine was good though." And then a laugh as she buried her head by his shoulder. "Fuck, I'm drunk." A laugh. Amusement.

[Mistoffelees]

The cat giggled a bit as he staggered. "Yeah, I can... I can for the boys. Yeah." Too high to think about it. The car seemed to rev up again, the throbbing beat accompanying him, "All the Nasty Boys around the world..." came out of the speakers as he pulled forth.

The toms were too straight. It was barely worth going for it, but a dare was a dare, and he was high. He rocked his hips into the beat, undoing the buttons of his shirt, somewhat less skilled at the art than Kitrina had been, then again her moves were alarmingly well practiced. Still, it was there, the rotation of his body, the way the fabric slipped off him.

But something seemed off.

His dance continued as he gave a crawl on the ground, pulling up to his feet as his belt came off followed by his slacks, tight black boxer-briefs underneath blending in with his fur a bit too well. A pant surfaced as he groaned, smoothing a hand by his side, moving a little closer to the toms, a little more into the light, a little more exposure to his arms, his chest, his back--and the numerous burn scars he'd accumulated. The price of being a magician, of leaning the trade.

[bombalurina]

Bomba threw up her hands and cheered. She liked seeing her friend cut loose a little bit. Misto was very dear to her, but sometimes he was too buttoned up for his own good. He had his secrets, and she respected that, but she was glad he was so stoned. It made this way more fun.

Well, until he stepped into the light, and she saw the patchwork of scars across his arms and chest.

Misto had mentioned, once or twice in passing, that magic was dangerous and that it had hurt him. He always remained guarded if she tried to pry, and Bombalurina had shrugged it off as embarrassment at not being able to handle his own powers. Now she saw why he had been so quite about the peril magic placed him in. They were hardly disfiguring, but they were there, and they were plentiful. The motherly, rational part of Bombalurina, who had quietly set up shop in the back of her brain, gasped. Drunk Bomba said nothing, merely offered slurred shouts of encouragement.

"Aw yeah, honey, if I had a dollar I would throw it at you." She giggled inanely.

[flashgordon]

Munkustrap gave a slight laugh, putting his arms around her waist.

"You are drunk." He said, nudging the side of her head with his nose. "Sh-should probably get back to my den before anything bad happens. Cause you'll be safe there." He said with a firm nod, looking down at her.

[Kitrina]

She couldn't help the laugh that surfaced then, everyone but Munkustrap forgotten as she nodded her head, her gaze a bit prolonged. "Lead the way, sexy leader," she purred, again giggling a bit as she leaned closer against him. "Safe indeed..."