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<<Chapter 3 | Chapter 5>>", "writing": "\n\nWhile the previews were finally starting to flow, Rekka and Timmy both settled back into their seats. They chose a spot in the middle of the theater. Middle row, middle seats, a perfect distance away from the large screen. The issue was, neither of them were very fond of going to the movies very often, so the previews to movies they weren’t going to see really served them no entertainment at all. Fortunately for them both, Rekka had other ideas in mind.\n\nNo words were exchanged between them at first. Timothy was watching the previews idly, just waiting for the show to ultimately start, taking ginger sips of his soda that he purchased. WHile he was distracted by this, he felt something warm under his skirt. That familiar paw that was stroking the front of his panties, her abilities heating up the cotton on that skull. “I see you got comfortable wearing my stuff.” She smirked at him, her fingers wrapping around that soft shaft, gently teasing her digits back and forth, still keeping the heat emanating from the tips of her fingers, grinning at him the whole time. \n\n“H-hey I like them on me just as much as I like them on you!” He said, of course, getting out that defense was the only thing he was able to say before he devolved into his usual bashful moaning. “Ah…Rekka…” The skull decal that rested in front of his pouch began to stretch out as he felt the blood rush to his nethers. Rekka only looked up at him, that same mischievous smile adorning her face as she continued to stroke him, her smoky gray tail swishing behind her as she took her time and enjoyed herself, teasing the poor boy. “I’m still worked up from all that stuff on the bus…we’re gonna miss the movie if we spend all our time playing around…” Not like his protesting was genuine, and she knew full-well that was the case. \n\n“Fine, then I guess we gotta make sure you finish quick, huh?” She cackled. There was something so extra spicy about this. Not that they were doing it in public, but that they could say everything they wanted with an unabashed volume, too. Rekka took full advantage of this, sliding down onto the floor, getting right in front of him. She wasn’t wasting any precious seconds with foreplay, either. Her paws pulled his skirt up, and she opened wide, taking that cotton-covered spire right into her mouth, increasing that heat around it. This was so weird, so new for him! His face contorted and scrunched, only managing to eke out a ‘oooooh’ noise. That wasn’t the only thing he felt, either. That heated saliva slowly seeped into the cotton, giving him a unique sensation that he knew he could only feel from her ministrations. \n\n“Fnnh…oh that’s so good.” He moaned out, reaching a paw up to his own chest, just tto feel his heart beating. And if he couldn’t before, he certainly would in a moment. That heat and pleasure suddenly concentrated on his head, her mouth wrapped only around that, drooling more of her spicy spit into the fabric, and using her tongue to lash up and down upon it. The pressure was already starting to build up, and his paws now shifted to where he was grabbing the seat, gritting his teeth, trying his best to hold himself back. “Oh g-gosh! Rekka…” He moaned her name now, one eye open. “D-don’t tease me too long or I’m going to cum in my panties!”\n \n“Oh? Well damn…I don’t think I want you to do that, now do I?” She asked, peeling them to the side now, gripping his length in her paw, slowly stroking up and down on his meat, still grinning to him. “Especially since I did promise you a reward for how awesome you were out there today.” She laughed. “You never really did anything like that with your powers…” Her hand started to stroke a little faster, purposely trying to beat out the sounds of the movie starting with the slick noises of his shaft getting massaged with all that wet saliva and pre mixing together. “So….” She went down, slurping the head once, then pulling back. “...Let’s go ahead and reward you, so we can enjoy the rest of the movie. Follow me.” She finally stood up. Her blue eyes looked over his pleasure-addled body for a moment, and with that smarmy smirk, licked her paw of any saliva, of his nectar and of their shared pleasure, before stepping away and moving out into the aisle.\n\n\tHe could only stare in disbelief as the wolf teased him with such a tantalizing display. Timmy’s eyes wandered from her fingers to her lips, his mind now wandering in a million different directions as to what those lips could be doing right now. Once she moved away from him, like an entranced thrall, he followed behind her. Once they went up the aisles, going right to the top of the middle section of the theater, the pup pointed a few feet away from where she stood against the rail, offering him a seductive look he’d never witnessed before. Even with the dim lights of the theater during the previews, the screen offered just enough light for him to absorb any information he needed to get from her. He obeyed, too, standing a few feet away. “What do you want me to do next?”\n\n“To sit…and watch.” She smirked, turning around to face away from him, then reaching her paws down, hooking her thumbs into the waistline of her panties, bending forward and slowly, tauntingly dragging them down to her knees, then fully leaning in to lean over the rail that guarded the back of the seats from those walking by. Her tail lifted, and she wagged her rear left and right, letting him see that smooth pussy between her legs, and that ebon pucker winking at him now. “I think it’s about time for you to get your reward.” She glanced back at him, showing off that wide, cheeky grin. “This hole…” Her paw reached back, spreading her cheeks in front of him in order to further entice.\n\n“Oh? You want to go for the back? Well, then I guess it’s time to show you what I’m really made of!” Honestly, he didn’t care at that moment that he wasn’t going to get some pussy, but right now, after all that teasing, he just needed some release, and he needed inside of her now. However, unlike a few times in his past where he’d lose control and ravage the other, he took this time and was a bit more methodical. Sure, they were looking to get back to the movie, but he’d die before he’d pass up a chance to give his queen what she wants. Time to show off. He dropped down now, getting to his knees, appreciating the moment. His nose pressed up to her lips from behind, his cold nose poking against her mound, and taking in a deep inhale. As her slightly spicy scent filled his senses, his member throbbed with a bit more glee, at this point, a droplet of pre slowly oozing its way down to the cold floor beneath. “Aaah…you smell so good.” His hot breath washed over her nethers.\n\n“Hn..fuuuh…” She moaned out, her paws gripping the rail even tighter. She felt so little physical action, but hearing him, feeling what he was doing and where he was down there was causing her own butterflies to start fluttering about. Her own lips even began to glisten the slightest bit. “W-whatcha up to down there, Squeaks?” \n“You’re not gonna be the only one teaching lessons here, Rekka!” It was one of the first times ever she heard something in his voice. Nothing timid, nothing submissive, nothing to acquiesce to her own desires. Instead, he was acting on his own volition and his own desires, and that itself was exciting her more than anything. “In fact, lemme show you something I showed Mavy earlier this week.” He huffed, dragging his tongue along her little muffin, moving its way upwards along her taint, and finally, up her crack, finally meeting her little star. “So you know how Mavy’s all about wind? Well, I taught him what my tornado is like.” He said, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, now trailing in circles, staying as far on the outer margin of her pucker that he could, and in one drag, spiraled his patterin along each little ridge and nook of her black pucker. Slowly, in further and further, until that spiral finally met his bullseye right against the very entrance, poking at it with that little pink muscle. He slid his tongue up and down, just rubbing the entrance, even prodding a bit, but not going in yet. “Had enough?” He teased, licking his lips as he grinned up at her. \n\nRekka’s eyes screwed shut and paws gripped the metal rail as her entrance was getting that special tongue bath. That was…new! She’s had this treatment before, but not by someone that worked with such diligence. She bit her lip, lowering her body until the rail was supporting the weight of her upper body. Timmy was treated with the girl’s legs trembling and knees knocking together. Each lash and lap of his tongue, each swirl of that muscle that was painting her ebon star with his saliva was putting so much pressure on her mind and body, she couldn’t help but to blurt out the pleasure she was feeling. “Nnnf…f-fffuck.” Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as her body leaned forward. \n\nTimmy’s work wasn’t going to go without even more reward. He went low, pressing his tongue to her sopping wet lips, dragging up to her pucker, then went down and did it again and again, before pressing his face in, rotating it all over her flesh. His fingers gripped those cheeks again, spreading her wide open now, then triggering his powers, to allow the girl to hear everything that he was doing. The volume of each slurp, lick, and plap was amplified and ringing in her ear, further spurning on her pleasure. Those sounds were met with those ‘schlick, splat, plap’ noises being amplified from below after he let go of one of those cheeks, now starting to pleasure himself, the audible sounds of him spreading his precum all over his boy meat would surround the girl’s sensibilities. She couldn’t even help but to exhale a small breath of flame as she tried to get some semblance of her composure back. The mouse was in love with those reactions he was getting out of it, too! \nOne last slide of his tongue pulling up from her hole, and he came up behind, pressing his body against her own, his shaft pressing in between those wet cheeks, and his arms coming around her from behind. “Ah…I-I think I’m ready.” He whispered up to her.\n\n“Mnh…I think so…” She reached between them, taking control of his shaft, pressing against her own entrance,or at least doing her best to get it there. But he was so much shorter than he was, the dang thing wouldn’t reach! That high she was riding almost faded, but she knew what her next move would have to be. “Heh, hey short stuff…” She then pressed those cheeks against his tummy, bracing herself a little better against that metal bar, and began to grind against him as her body lowered more and more, her tail lifting like a flag, teasingly batting at his face as she pressed herself lower to meet his length. “There we go…” She reached underneath herself, cradling his member in her ring and middle fingers, positioning his dripping head against her glistening star. “...This should work a bit better.” \n\n“Yes.” He panted, his needs and desires finally starting to take root. “It….” He continued, grabbing her hips and getting a nice grip upon them. “IS!” He finally finished agreeing, thrusting his hips forward, piercing right past her tight ring to get himself into her. He felt his life change between his legs. That tight crevasse and tunnel sucking him right in. It gripped, it hugged, and it warmed! He felt that ring flex and twitch around him as well. No, Timmy may not have been the girthiest boy out there, but regardless, that tightness around his uncut shaft felt heavenly. “Oh my god!” He gasped, then grinned as he braced himself, letting his paws squeeze her hips now. “Now I wanna know if you’re ready, Rekka.” She could hear the lust dripping in his voice. His soft, breathy words utterly coated in that intense desire. \n\nIt was so new to her. Rekka’s no novice when it comes to having other partners, but her main set of partners were usually sweet, gentle, sometimes they were a bit rough, but rare did she feel this type of intensity! This isn’t the Timmy she was training. This is the Timmy she was hoping to make. If she could get this level of power from him like this, she felt a new level of invigoration that she could get him to be like this whenever he needed to be. This was good. She then brought herself back to reality as she felt that slimy boyhood slide back and forth along her little insides forced out a bit of a cute, unexpected moan from her. “Ah!” That was no ordinary one, either, but one that sounded thirsty. Needy. \n\nTimmy picked up on that. His paws gripped harder, and now he began to use that diminutive shape of his to his advantage. At first he was offering hard, rough thrusts, enough that those little spheres of his slapped against the underside of her pussy lips, but then it converted to more energetic, speedy thrusts. His powers triggered again, and with such accuracy, he made sure that the sound of his balls slapping against her was heard loud and clear by the young wolf. He watched as her expression changed, her paws trying to hide her own face now as the pleasure was really rocking her little body. Slapslapslapslapslap! Wait! Oh no! So soon!? He kept pounding away, losing control of his mind and body as he began to piston into her. “Fuck…hnnnng….AAAAH!” He gasped, finally releasing at the same time a loud roar erupted from the last movie preview, doing more to match than mask his voice as the giant monster fired off a beam from its mouth, leading into the credits of the commercial. His balls churned and twitched as he was moments from splatting his own essence inside of her. \"M-more…\" He groaned in his voraciously hungry voice. His hips sped up, feeling the world fade away from him. \n\nHowever, his stature caused a small mishap. That bullet of a dick ended up sliding out of one entrance and into the next! Timothy, upon feeling that unique warmth was launched from cloud nine and directly into heaven. Upon being sent over the edge, Rekka felt that first rope of his hot release, only for her to counter with her own! \"Guh…you’re getting a little too excited!\" She growled, immediately intensifying the heat within her folds. \"Cool it a little, dork!\"\n\nThat was an impossible task for someone already across the edge! Even though his orgasm began, he pulled back swiftly, hugging his arms around her waist, moaning into her back as he released spurt after spurt of his youthful cream onto the black, linoleum floor. He was panting loudly as he hugged the girl, but that moment was swiftly interrupted by her voice. \n\n\"I'm not done with you yet! You got some goo in me! Lick it out!\" She huffed. The mouse was slowly getting his faculties back, his mind having done such a great job at scrambling all of his senses. As they came back, her words, which initially started muffled, slowly pieced themselves together. He nodded, dropping to his knees now, his face pressing hard against her crotch from behind, tongue coming out to caress along her little mounds between her legs. HIs tongue slid along that light gray fur for a moment, then slid inside, finding that creamy center that he was ordered to take care of. He worked that muscle and curled it, pulling out his own cum and swallowing it down, loving how the flavor mixed with her own lips, and…! That lollipop! His cum was flavored now by that delicious treat and the boy was in heaven again. \n\n“Mnh…s-so good!” He huffed, pulling his tongue away now as he slowly stands up, gulping and panting, rising up and flopping against the wolf. “Y-your pussy felt so awesome, I want more!” The lust-drunk boy moaned out once again.\n\nWhile Rekka was immediately turned on by that tone in his voice, she was dedicated to her ideas. She reached behind him, patting along his head. “Soon, Squeaks. You’re almost there. Heh, I bet that taste of it just made you want it more. That just means you’re gonna have to work harder if you want it, buddy.” She laughed. “Alright, c’mon, previews are almost over.” She nudged him up. Following suit, he stood up, helping her pull off of the rail, too. At the first step, the wolf squeaked, losing her footing as she stepped in that cream that decorated the floor, swiftly gripping the rail. “Oh! Heh…well, that coulda sucked. Glad they have good mops. If they ask, we’ll just say it was some extra creamy butter.” She giggled, getting her footing back, dragging her foot just a little to smear the semen off of her shoe, before taking TImothy’s paw and heading back toward their seating. \nOnce the duo made it back to their seats in the middle of the theater, taking their seats beside each other as they began to grasp the beginning of the movie, in spite of the fact they missed the first few minutes of it, the plot seemed to be pretty easy. In fact, it only took a few moments before Rekka looked to the mouse sitting beside her, she felt the need to speak up. “...Maverick set us up.”\n\n“Huh? What do you mean?” Timmy whispered, still somewhat paying attention to the flick.\n\n“...This movie sucked and he knows it.” She laughed, reaching into the popcorn bucket, taking a few crunches of popcorn. “And he knew that we wouldn’t be able to fully focus. Well played, fox.” She giggled. \n\nTimothy took a moment to put two and two together, then realized what she meant. “Oh! He wanted us to…”\n\n“To bang. Yes, Squeaks.” She snickered, reaching a paw out to pet along his blond hair, almost patronizingly. Of course, all he could do is let out a little girlish giggle at the reaction and revelation. \n\nThe mouseling then reached back into the bucket, feeling the near-bottom of the bucket, then recoiled in surprise. “Oh…geez there’s so many kernels in here that didn’t pop. What a rip off!”\n\n“Oh for real? I mean…I could just…” She reached her paw in, causing the popcorn that wasn’t popped to begin. \n“Wait stop! I do wanna hear the movie.” He puffed his cheeks out. “...That’s gonna be too loud.”\n\n“You can silence it.” She responded flatly.\n\n“I gotta focus.” He countered. “And I want to see the movie.” Which triggered quite a confused look from the girl, who obviously wanted to opt out of the rest of the feature at this point. However, he’s cute when he’s focused on it, so she decided to roll with it.\n\nNow that the movie was in full gear, even Rekka found herself getting into it as well, doing her best to pay attention to this barely-coherent plot. The longer it dragged on, though, the more she seemed to be trying to focus as well, just so she could try to piece together what was happening on screen. The pair were alternatively picking up popcorn as well, although at one point, the pair reached at the same time. Instead of offering any resistance, they held hands, with their paws resting on top of the remaining popped kernels.\n\n“Man…this movie kinda sucks.” Timmy finally chittered out during one of the fight scenes. There were so many jump cuts that the action itself was nearly incoherent. “I feel like I could shoot a better movie while eating you out, at this point.” He giggled at the perverted joke coming from his mouth. \n\n“Dude, you could probably do a better job if I busted out the strap-on and railed you.” She agreed with his snide comment toward the movie, even playfully jabbing the boy’s arm. The two laughed together, before cooling down and focusing on the movie again. \n\nIt wasn’t too long after the movie hit another lull did Tim’s rounded ears picked up something. There was an odd, scratching noise somewhere. No, not somewhere, multiple places. \n\n“Squeaks?” Rekka noticed his behavior as she finally broke her attention away from the screen. “What’s going on?” \n\n“...Rekka. Something’s up.” Timmy’s ears perked and his eyes began to scan around for a noise he know he was hearing. Before she could speak up, he put a finger to his own lips to shush her. He looked a bit frightened, but whatever it was that he was feeling, he was not going to let it hurt her. He rose out of his seat, now looking around a bit more frantically. The wolf he was trying so hard to protect, however, wasn’t going to just be still and quiet. She also stood from her seat, but upon making that move, she suddenly felt something cut the back of her leg. \n“AAH!” She gasped out, falling back into her seat. “Damn it!” She growled, putting a paw down onto her wound and immediately creating a glow in her paw, cauterizing it shut. “What…what was that?” As she asked this question, she silently reached for her phone, opening it up and hitting a few inputs before slipping it back into her bag.\n\n“R-Rekka? Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes now wide open. He never saw her get hurt. Someone like her shouldn’t get hurt. She’s too strong, too good for that. What’s happening here? He was starting to tremble, hopping up onto his seat and standing on it. “W-w-w-who are you!?”\n\n“Deviants…” An unnatural voice rang out, a wooden marionette climbing up on the seat a few rows away. “You deviants. Children fooling around when nobody can see…” Although that wooden doll was speaking up, the voice didn’t come from it. “Deviants watching an adult rated movie without their parents…DEVIANTS!” The voice hissed out. It was further succeeding in striking terror into the duo. As that voice spoke, more of those dolls began to climb up from the seats. Their sizes varied, but they were all identical in terms of their designs.\n\nBlank slates. Pure wooden creatures with almost no discernable features upon their bodies. They stood with that polished oaken visage. No face, no blemishes, nothing of the sort. The only two things of note about them were the black, metallic wires that hung from various extremities. They came from the hands, the feet, the knee joints, the elbow joints, and the head, just on top of the dome. Once the eyes were led to that, they’d notice the second distinctive marking, that telltale M on the side of the cheek, marking him as yet another one of the Miscreantz, the very same trouble that occurred back at the arcade in this very mall. \n\n“Timothy…” Rekka finally spoke up, grunting as she rose back to her feet. \n\n“Rekka don-”\n\n“Shut up.” She grunted as she balled her fists, standing strong, in spite of her own fears. “...This is the same as that jerk that attacked the arcade. But it’s different. That guy was weak. He wasn’t looking to hurt any of us. This guy’s different. He wants to hurt us. W-we need to find him and take him out…” Timmy heard her words, but only faintly. His eyes were more drawn to the fact her knees were knobbing, her chest was rising and falling swiftly, and even the flames that were trying to produce in her fist were barely flickering on and off. “W-we gotta at least get rid of these stupid, creepy things. Can’t be a lot right? L-let’s go!” \n\nThe longer they spoke and strategized, more of those little dummies sprang up over the seats, outnumbering them by far. The only thing they heard from this point as they stood together were those ambient and disembodied roars of ‘Deviants!’ assaulting their senses, a noise they still couldn’t pinpoint. Timmy steeled himself for the eventual attack as more began to close in on them, until his concentration was quickly broken by a blood-curdling scream he never thought he’d hear in his life. \n\n“GYAAAH! G-GET OFF ME! GET OFF!” Rekka was the one shouting. One of the marionettes had managed to jump upon her back. She was twisting, turning, grabbing, but could not seem to make purchase. She was far too panicked to use her flames properly, instead just flinging embers around, bringing in the possibility to even burn the seats around them. It even grabbed that flame-shaped topknot of Rekka’s hair, pulling her back as the creature leaned in close to her ear. ‘Deviant…’ it rasped out at her, this time a voice was heard through that faceless minion. As she struggled, the creature’s bladed hands began to swing and swipe at her, that pink top of her’s getting shredded along the shoulder and down her chest. Her wounds she received were superficial, not even breaking skin through her fur. But damn did it hurt. Her legs were getting a similar treatment, her skirt getting ripped both along the side, around her rear, and getting dangerously close to her sensitive areas as the blades sliced through the front of her skirt as well. \n\nTimmy was mortified. What could he do? He’s so much weaker than her yet here she was, completely panicked and frightened. No. Not her. Not his girl. Fear quickly replaced with his desire to protect, the yellow mouse reached for the bag on the floor, quickly snagging a plastic revolver from his bag. “Back. Off.” Were his only two words, letting his mind and body act on its own, he quickly loaded up the cylinder, popping it back in place, and took aim, firing off a single ‘pop!’ While the gun itself wasn’t going to do anything but make noise, noise was all he was banking on. He shifted his mana into the gun, and when it released, a wave of sound blasted forth, striking that marionette and Rekka. The noise was contained enough that it only knocked the wolf forward a bit, but the doll would fly a few feet away from the girl. On sheer reflexes alone, Rekka raised a paw, a ball of crimson fire appearing upon it, and she slammed it down on the monster as hard as she could, destroying the first one entirely. \n“T-timmy? You saved me…?” She started off the sentence with pure gratitude, but that quickly melted into confusion, as she was not expecting him to have come this far in boosting his own confidence. “Dang dude…that’s what I like to se-shit! DUCK!”\n\nWithout hesitation, the mouse dropped down to his knees, and Rekka spun, sending a wave of flames to incinerate the dolls that were creeping up behind Timmy, turning them to a crisp. At this point, despite that quick moment of bravery, he’d gone back to his own heavy breathing, nearly trembling, the only thing giving him a sense of safety now was being surrounded on either side by the rows of theater seats. This respite, however, was still quite a bit much for him to handle. “Rekka please! Help! Help us or we’re gonna die!” \n\n“I KNOW THAT ALREADY!” She shouted back at the boy. It was in that moment, she saw him hide his face and even whimper. Her own fear was causing his to get worse. “...Just…hold on a second.” Rekka took in a breath to steel herself. “...If we can just make it to the door, we can at least lean out and shout for help. They’re not gonna hear us over the movie. So…let’s make a path. A grown up will be able to get through and help us out here.” Her eyes looked around for a moment. \"I'll burn a path for you, just grab the bag and use what you can to watch our backs.\"\n\nTimmy heard her and managed to calm himself as well. \"R-right.\" He fumbled with the plastic bag as he took it from the seat beside himself. Knowing he didn't have much time to load another cap gun, he grabbed what few things he could and held them close as they inched their way from the aisle.\n\n\"Deviants!\" Two more dolls jumped to from nearby aisles, their bladed fingers outstretched and ready to slice at the duo, but they're much more alert, this time. \n\n\"FUCK OFF!\" The wolf demanded, sending a stream of flames from her palm, right for the one directly leaping at her, immediately reducing it to ash. \n\nTimmy found himself reacting similarly, a slight invigorating wave of energy washed over him. As that second wooden monstrosity lept, he grabbed the closest weapon in his small arsenal. \"GO AWAY!\" He belted into a plastic echo microphone. In doing so, he was able to create a Soundwave in front of him, loud enough to blow the mannequin into nothing but splinters of wood. As a drawback, however, the boy was stunned by the very noise he made, as well as seeing the plastic toy crumble in his palm. That was a factor he never considered, these toys bit being built to handle his mana. The boomburst caused a sharp pain in his ear, as well as Rekka, but both of them fought on. The first two marionettes had been destroyed, but the duo knew that it was far, far from over.\nRekka ran out into the aisle, scoping around to see if they could locate anymore, or the source of these monsters, but the theater was too dark. The ever changing lights of the film behind her was making it a bit disorienting. “Timmy…watch my back and watch your front…that thing got my leg earlier so they’re fast…” She growled low, scanning about for any errant movement. Her voice was shaky, her breath tattered and she was still fighting her body’s desire to tremble. \n\n\n“R-rekka?” Timmy responded to her as he backed his body against hers. The two stayed as close as ones could be in the aisle, the wolf’s eyes glaring forward, while the mouse kept his eyes glued to the bramble of seats behind them, cautiously trying to keep themselves safe from these…wooden puppets of death. “I-I’m scared…I dunno what to do. I didn’t know that I was going to get involved in something t-this scary…” His tail slowly wrapped around the wolf’s leg, a quirk he had where he’d usually wrap his tail around his own leg for comfort. “W-will we live through this?”\n\nFor a second, there was no answer. She hesitated. She opened her mouth. Nothing. She wanted to tell him it was going to be okay. That they were going to make it through this. She wanted to tell him that her and her friends have been through so many scary moments and came out okay. But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. No. She had to lie. She had to make sure he stayed as brave as he wanted to be. “We’re not gonna-AAAAH!” Another stealthy attack! From underneath a seat did a puppet dart in at blinding speed, grabbing her leg and climbing its way up. “Get off! Get off me!” She was gripped by this creature. Gripped by the pain. Gripped by, worst of all, her fear. On sheer reflex, she kicked and flailed, fighting the creature that was tormenting her. She hit the floor, grabbing at it, but it kept finessing around her paws. She was sending out flame blasts haphazardly, trying to hit something. Anything, begging for her attacks to make purchase and cursing every second it moved around her. Worse yet? It wasn’t aiming to hurt her. It was moving quickly to scare her, to distract her. And it was extremely successful.\n\nWhile Timothy was now jumping on top of the seats to try to avoid the floor, and mortified at what he was seeing happening to Rekka, but knowing that getting too close would’ve caused the poor boy to be set ablaze from an errant flame, he saw what was happening. More and more came out to attack her. There were about 4 more puppets that began to close in on the wolf. His breath was getting short, tears beginning to stream from his eyes. He was fully gripped by the terror that was happening before him. Not even for his own life but for the one person that truly believes in him. Believes in his strength, believes in…his bravery. Looking at this young lady that was about to be overwhelmed by these wooden monstrosities awoke something in him. “...Get away from her…” He whispered, as though his voice was finally rising up from the depths of a well of fear. “...Get…OFF!” He belted out. His body reacted on its own from there. From his pocket, he grabbed a few Pop-It snappers, tossing them with a terrifying amount of accuracy, pegging two of them right on their knobbly heads, his mana transferring from his fingertips and into the little bag of gunpowder. The explosive noise blew two of them away, but the third one jumped onto the prone wolf, the pair of them now starting to claw at her as she squirmed about.\n\nRekka could feel her heart trying to beat through her ribs. Her body was growing more tense by the moment as she felt those two creatures moving along her body with nary a way for her to pull them off. “Help! Timmy help! I can’t! G-get them off me!” While she was shouting her pleas, her body was still reflexively firing off bolts of flame to shake them off, until she reached a boiling point, giving one more, significantly more feral shout. Along with the noise, a stream of flames burst forth, incinerating the one clawing at her chest, then as she turned her head, engulfed the second one in flames as well. \n\nRekka was fighting so hard right now. There’s a few factors here that were new for the puppy, in spite of her experience. She’s never fought in such a claustrophobic space before. A movie theater room might be big, but when the plan was not to burn down the theater. This is even further compounded by the fact that her ground movement was incredibly limited. In a panic, the girl’s paws opened up, and she began to send fire in multiple directions, forgetting where she was and how she fights, just desperately wanting to tear down all of the creatures attacking her. The flames came from her hands, large sparks and embers flying in multiple directions to aim to destroy more mannequins. \n\nTimmy stepped back when he saw the girl exhale flames, and not because he was trying to stay out of the way, but because that was one of the most terrifying things he’s ever seen. This girl, one who’s always kept her personality as a controlled flame, was now lashing out with intense, wildfire propelled by pain and fear. “R-rekka…” He whimpered for a moment, before shaking away the fear, his desire to be protect her taking over. “Rekka! Rekka, are you okay?! I-AAAAH” He shouted, attempting to get closer, before one of those flame bursts rolled against his arm, singing the fur and even leaving a fairly deep burn mark on his flesh.\n\nSnapping back to reality, Rekka looked at the wounded mouse. “No, no no no! Tim!” She gasped, rushing to his side and kneeling down beside him. “Oh no. I’m sorry. I-I got so scared. I lost it. I shouldn’t have-”\n\n“I’ll b-be okay. Rekka…are you alright? I’ve never seen you so scared…” He managed to grunt out, trembling as he worked on shaking off the pain. He still had use of his arm, but this was a brand new pain for him. Tim looked at his arm, taking note of the missing fur on his forearm. If that wasn’t taken care of soon, that was going to leave a permanent mark. He looked to her again after inspecting his arm. “S-sorry for getting in the way.”\n\n“That does it. I’m DONE!” Timmy could feel the girl’s energy shift. Fear was present, sure, but there was more to it than that. The air around her felt heavy, the heat becoming much more apparent as her own emotions seemed to flare up. With a heavy sigh, the additional hot mana dissipated. “Squeaks, I’m sorry I hurt you. We’re going to get this fixed up when we get out of here.” The girl clicked one foot on the floor, and a unique metallic click was heard. Rekka then sprang up, a pair of jet flames bursting forth from beneath her feet, concentrated in a few heat vents within her shoes. “Can you move?” As the girl took flight, her eyes began to dart around, looking for what could be causing this. Her eyes went back to the landlocked boy. \n\n“Yeah. I’ll…I’ll be okay.” He confirmed as he stood up. “What are you thinking?”\n\nHer eyes continued to scan, before locking into the seats where they sat earlier. “Hey, we picked up that stuff from back at the store. We wanted to get some practice in, so now’s the time. I’ll watch out for you from above. Go pack that stuff up and let’s get out of here!” She cheered him on, before her gaze turned toward a wooden creeper peeking above a seat in front of Timmy. Without hesitation, she sent a stream of flames to incinerate the sneaky assailant.\n\n“Waaah!” He gasped out. “I…n-now’s my time?! Isn’t this the WORST time to teach me new stuff.?!”\n\n“Nope. Trial by fire!” She shouted, raising an arm and sending a wave of flame precisely down one aisle, taking out any puppets that may have been there. “You got this!” Her attention turned now towards the ocean of seats that faced the screen. “...If I have to, I will burn this place TO THE GROUND!” Her face contorted back into that nearly demonic rage, raising her paw and creating an orb of fire. The flame split into five smaller spheres. “Castor Flare!” She swiped her paw, and each of those flames landed at the first seat of each row, save for the row that Timothy was in. With a snap, each fire sprang forth, creating a single track of inferno, burning the ground in front of each seat, aiming to burn any of those creepy monsters that were on the ground around them. “DIE!” She panted, looking on now at the mouse, seen somewhat cowering as his eyes caught the multiple blazes around himself. “Tim…sorry, you okay, Squeaks?” She asked, her eyes easing up as she was realizing how her fear was starting to affect her. “Sorry, I got a little ma-CRAP!” She was cut off before she could say anything more, and a sneaky marionette made its way out into the aisle and lept up, grabbing her leg. “H-hey, I said to get off me!” She struggled to keep herself afloat, her concentration causing her flames from her feet to waver. That creature took advantage of this, swinging once on her ankle, and tossing her with an immense strength a few aisles down and crashing her into the screen with a loud thud. Her body collapsed from the screen and came careening down to the floor. The impact was enough that all she could do was look up for a moment, before her vision went hazy. “Go Tim. Run..” she attempted to shout, but her voice, just like her consciousness, slipped away. \n\nThe mouse’s eyes shrunk as he turned quickly to where the wolf collapsed on the ground. “No no no! Rekka!” Timothy’s blood ran ice cold. He’d never imagine seeing her on the back foot. Never imagine her getting hurt. His eyes began to dart, trying to see if there was an easy path to get to the front row, but failed to see any aside from getting to the aisle. “Ngh…I-I’m coming!” He shouted, grabbing the bag, jumping onto the back of the theater seating, determined to aid the injured wolf. At that moment, TImothy’s hearing and thoughts faded away. He had completely succumbed to the fear that was surrounding him. His only lifeline that he always expected to win was just defeated before his eyes and he had no idea if the puppy was going to get back up. All he could do is stare wide-eyed at the small tear left on the screen where she was hit. He barely noticed that the marionettes were moving in on him, a pair grabbing him by his legs and tugging him to the ground, dragging him down the row of seats and into the aisle. “No…let go…” He attempted to shout at them, but all he could do is barely rasp it, as the moment was really sinking in, the feeling of defeat, helplessness, and worst of all, fear. Once he was finally brought to the sphinx, Timothy had almost fully given up, tears welling up in his eyes and heart trying it’s best to beat out of his chest. \n\n“Mmm…so this is you up close, huh, boy?” The skinny creature laughed as he looked down at him. “You know…” His fingertip reached forward, pressing to his chest, then slid upwards toward his chin. Their eyes met, the pink feline’s brown eyes and shrunken pupils staring into the tear-soaked, terrified boy’s. “I can see why she was messing with you on the bus. However…” The doll that was holding his left released him, and with one of those claws reached up and began to strip away at his clothes. The first slice came across his skirt, opening it up well enough to pull them away. Another one reached up and cut open his top, enough to reveal those little nipples of his. “...Your deviance has a cost, child…” There was an eerie coldness that rose from the feline’s throat as he spoke. He felt an incredible weight coming from the male’s throat, a power that matched the fear the mouse was feeling at the time. As the male spoke, those wooden dolls continued to move according to his thoughts, one slashing away at his skirt, the other, opening his top more, but not fully stripping them off. No, the tattered clothes would only add to his excitement here. “Up.” He spoke, the mannequins now grabbing TImmy’s paws and tugging him out of the seat.\n\nTimmy’s heart was pounding. He felt so weak. So vulnerable. So helpless. His uncut length dangled from his shredded panties, and his petite body was in the palms of this monster that they were fighting. However, he was not going to allow his fear to abandon someone he held so dear. “Do whatever you want to me, just…please don’t hurt her anymore. I won’t struggle if you promise.” He lowered his head, his mind more focused on Rekka. HE never saw her get hurt, never even imagined it before, and he never wanted to see it again.\n“Oh? The little deviant has a little bit of bravery?” He said, his rough, hairless fingers sliding under the cub’s chin so he can look into his eyes once again. “You have my word.” Upon saying those last words, a pair of those mannequins kicked him in the back of his knees, forcing the boy down onto all fours. After a sharp scream, he looked up, and as soon as he did, he felt that naked length press against his nose. It smelled heavy. It smelled powerful. So much so that the shaft was starting to drown out his senses. “Go back on your word and I’ll be sure that she’s next and you will watch every second of it. Now open, deviant.”\n\nTimothy, while deep down, felt largely defeated, at least he knew that he had a reason fow what he was doing now. While the cub didn’t trust this jerk that was currently assaulting him, he was determined that he would do this right, for her. “Rekka, you protected me so much. Let me protect you, too.” He shut his eyes, opening his maw and allowing the adult safe passage. He felt that barbed member slowly roll along his little tongue as it slowly filled his mouth. With his fists balling and clawing a bit into the floor, TImmy braced himself for what was to come. He had no inkling that this man was going to take it easy on him or give him an easy trip. But the sooner he gets him of, the sooner he...and Rekka would be safe. \n\n“Your tongue feels nice. How disgusting.” He said, almost immediately contradicting himself. “You should not be this skilled. You truly are a disgusting deviant boy.” He pressed himself forward, infiltrating the boy’s mouth more and more, completely cutting off Timmy’s chance to retort. All the poor mouse could do is take those slow breaths, inhaling that heavy scent. It was suffocating him. Woodsy cologne, but also the musk of a long day of work. The cat was so skinny, but with his powers allowing him so much more strength the more he drank in the fear of the boy in front of him, the longer this went, the more powerful he’d become. A hand went to the back of Timmy’s head, and with a grip, he thrust forward, making sure his cock was deep in the boy’s throat.\nIt was at that same time, he felt those wooden fingers spreading out his cheeks, rubbing at his pucker. Another one was grabbing his dangling meat and stroking it as well. It was so much, but he was utterly helpless to stop any of them from touching him. He was so overwhelmed! He began to tremble, arms shaking as he was getting further intoxicated from the intense feelings. Only a moment later, he was distracted from the work the other was starting to do. Thick balls slapped and slammed his chin as the cat began to fuck his face. \n\n‘Plap, plap, plap’ the new sounds began to take over the theater as he took advantage of the significantly weaker boy in front of him. Despite that barbed length being thin, he definitely had some length on it, and Timmy was victim to feeling that shaft penetrating his throat, bulging it out every time those heavy, musky nuts slammed against the kid’s chin. Those sounds were joined by the sounds of his growling, and the uncanny clicking and clattering of the mannequins moving around, teasing and taunting Timmy’s helpless body. \nHe wasn’t even aware how long this had gone on. It felt like only 15 minutes ago that he had his own release, so his overly sensitive body was only making this feel stronger. Making it feel more dirty. More wrong. The monotony of his face getting this treatment was finally broken, and his mouth was released. The monstrous cat looked down, appreciating the sight of what he had caused. Timmy’s tears had been soaked into his own cheeks, and his mouth was saturated with his own saliva and precum from the cat. There were a myriad of strings of the fluids connecting his face to the other’s length. “Fantastic…” He grunted. “A deviant such as yourself must also be prepared back there already. Go ahead. Get in position.” He was truly reveling in all this power. The smile on his face was undeniable that he was relishing in every second of this. \n\nTimothy, once released, started to cough a bit, happy to finally get a chance to breathe properly after that rough pounding his face was getting. Well, happy may not have been the word he was thinking, but he was at least taking solace in the fact the other was happy enough that he wasn’t going after Rekka’s downed body. Obediently, he nodded to the other, wiping his lips off, before weakly crawling up onto the nearest theater seat. At this point, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. Spread his legs to look sexier? Make it go faster? Ugh, but if he did that, he’d have to face this pink, skinny creature. Maybe he should turn away and just bend over the seat. It might take a little longer for the guy to finish, but at least he wouldn’t have to smell that tuna breath anymore. \n\n“Hurry up!” He sharply demanded of the child. “Or I will consider you taking back your end of the deal.”\n\n“No! I-I got it.” He pleaded, before taking his position. He gulped, then turned and sat properly on the seating. It’s not like he had to strip so this would be easy enough. In his mind, he knew that this would be over sooner so long as he could make it as sexy as he could. His legs opened, hooking over both of the arm rests on either side of himself. His eyes moved to half-lidded, giving the best bedroom eyes he could even given the circumstances. Even with the cuts and scrapes on his face, and body feeling weakened from the pain he was in, he put on a brave, yet sexy face just to make sure he could protect the girl. His fingers shuffled the shredded panties aside, using his fingertips to spread open his little hole, fully offering it to the man before him. “G-go on. Fill me, please?” He asked, trying to keep his composure the whole way. \n\n“Indeed, I shall.” He said, licking his lips as he closed in on the boy. He damn near pinned him against the theater seating, forcing that barbed, almost felt spiked, shaft into his little cub hole, starting to thrust and pound into him without any regard to how much power he was putting out now. Each slam into him pressed the cushions in, rocking the boy’s entire body every time he felt that turgid length hit his spots inside. Just as much, he felt those barbs scraping up and down his tunnel every time the ravenous creature forced himself into the boy. Even though the monstrous feline was enjoying himself plenty, after another heavy slam into the cub, he reached down to grab that blond hair, pulling it back so the boy’s large ears would be closer to his face. “But the fact you’ve decided to be so compliant to such an act only proves how deviant you are. Deviants need to be punished!” He declared, before slamming the boy’s face into the back of the seat, accompanied with another thrust. The back of the seat isn’t soft, either. Made to cushion backs, but not very much beyond that. Timothy felt his face immediately light up in pain as he fought off shouting out. “Enjoying your punishment? Maybe now you’ll learn.” His voice was still so powerful and commanding. The man’s hands gripped harder upon the boy’s hair, pulling it to make sure he could get a close look at the boy’s face.\n\nTImmy’s blond hair was now ragged and disheveled, eyes half-closed, a little hazy after his eyes were forced against that rough fabric were red and blurry. His nose was even bleeding a tad bit from the impact a few moments ago. “I-I’m sorry…” He grunted quietly, trying to meet his assailant’s face.\n\n“If you’re sorry, then you will complete your punishment.” He released the boy, only for a few more mannequins to appear around Timmy, grabbing him by his wrists, tossing him into the aisle onto the floor. The dirty carpeting now serving as his temporary bed. The two that slammed him down then grabbed his wrists to hold them down. Another pair came out, gripping the kid’s ankles and spreading him out. His pink hole was twitching and winking, hurting from the first round against the chair. His length was flaccid, a great symbol of his fear and current willpower. \n\nThe cat licked his lips as he watched, removing his large overcoat, tossing it to the side so that his own nearly emaciated form looming over the boy. Despite his incredibly slim form, to Timothy, being the prey that he was right now, the man towered over him like a skyscraper. He finally pounced upon the boy, his own length, one that betrayed his slim form, penetrated back into the boy, the attack seeming now to be more to pleasure himself than to hurt the boy underneath him. \n\nTim was staying quiet for now. Trying not to shout, not to cry, only to try to remain silent, so the other wouldn’t shift his focus to wanting to do anything else. If he finishes, then he might leave afterwards. Instead, he was only letting out little grunts and moans, his length bobbing out helplessly as he felt his body being pushed into the carpet, over and over again. \n\nUnfortunately for the mouse, the male’s voice rang out, looking down at his prone form. “I want you to remember this, boy. To remember me. To have the name Bruce Paura, and I want you to think about me every time you decide to show anymore deviance, understood!” He snarled out, now coming down and even delivering a bite on the boy’s shoulder, hoping to leave a bit of a mark.\n\nThat was sudden, unexpected, and incredibly painful. With TImothy’s fear empowering this man, his feline bite force felt more like a wolf’s! “Gyaaaah! Owwww! P-please, get off!” He cried, balling his fists as the pain all over his body flared up even higher. Timmy forgot about the power of his own voice, too. His mind swimming with all forms of pain taking over his diminutive frame. \n\nOnce the cat heard those shouts, his face contorted in a strange cocktail of disgust and intense pleasure. He hated that he loved the sound of that. He hated that the mouse made that sound. But the fact the boy was begging, no pleading, desperately to get something from him tipped the cat over the edge. In his mind, this power he had over the boy was the most exciting part, by far. The feline finally released, arching his back and pinning the boy down, his member pumping glob after glob of his semen into the tight little mousehole. “Aaaah…FUCK!” He groaned out happily, withdrawing from the boy as he looked down to his broken, spent body. “I hope you enjoyed that, boy. But the show isn’t over yet. Now you get to watch as I do the same thing to her.”\n\nAt this point, Timothy could only allow himself to go limp, letting off a few quiet sobs, his body only being held up by the little wooden creatures holding him where he was. However, as those words finally made purchase with his thoughts, his eyes snapped open. “H-hey…n-no. That wasn’t part of what you promised…” He managed to croak, starting to give a feeble struggle against the powerful creatures. \n\n“Maybe not. But words are meaningless to deviants like you. What does it matter what I say?” He glared at him, the disgust creeping back onto his face. His foot rose, then he stomped onto the boy’s unfortunately full belly, causing him to, once again, shout out in pain. Only this time, significantly louder than before, paired with his sobbing being a lot more pronounced than what the assault caused him. \n\nAll that commotion near the end was enough to finally wake up the girl, bringing her back to consciousness. Rekka’s eyes looked up, a little groggy from that dizzying toss. “S-squeaks…?” She asked, trembling some as she attempted to get back to her feet, body still trembling as her cheek peeled off the floor. She felt something terrible had happened. How long was she out? “S-squeaks? Squeaks where are you?” \n\nIt was then, TImmy managed to muster what strength he had left, and while he was stuck there in missionary, his legs wrapped around the feline. “R-Rekka. I got him here…” He rasped. In spite of his pain, knowing that she was conscious again, she could win, with his help. It seemed that just hearing her voice was enough to give him some of his own bravery back, and with that, the will to get back in the game. “I-in the aisle!” He managed to sputter before breaking out into a small bit of coughing. \n\n“You…get OFF OF HIM!” There wasn’t as much of a surge in power that came from the girl, but the temperature of the entire theater room seemed to increase. The scars on her body began to glow a furious orange, matching the rage that she was feeling. Her body rose from the ground, two jets of flame under her feet, keeping her balanced. The way she looked, eyes staring daggers over at him, and the screen projecting the movie onto her, gave her an incredibly menacing visage. “You’re going to PAY!” \n\n“Do you really want to make that mistake, child?” The cat asked, his fangs showing brightly as he stayed near the prone boy. “One wrong move and you’ll burn his pretty little face off. Or are you truly the kind of deviant that would hurt her own friend to get back at me?”\n\nThe wolf hesitated, balling her fists as she looked down at him. “You piece of shit!” She roared, raising her hand, spark beginning to appear in them. “Let. Him. GO!”\n\n“Hahahaha, make me!” He laughed his own devious laugh. “It’s how it goes with you pathetic children. Willing to step on someone weaker to get what you want. Go ahead. Burn him to take me ou-FUCKING!” He suddenly let out a sharp gasp, looking down at the boy that took a decent bite into his arm, having used the moment of his distraction to break away from his minions, only serving to weaken them even more. “Dammit!”\n\nTimmy slid away, wabbly legs flailing and dashing as hard as they could to meet the floating wolf halfway down the theater seating. In response, Rekka dropped down to meet him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling the boy in as close as she could, allowing herself to hold him up with her own strength. “Rekka…a-are you okay? You took a serious hit back there…” He asked, despite looking horribly worse for wear himself. His tattered clothes, bloodied face, and the man’s disgusting seed running down his legs causing him to be the one that looked halfway in the grave. \n\nLooking down at him, she calmed down a little bit, dropping down to put an arm over him, just to hold him up so he could save some strength. “I’m okay. But you…oh my god he hurt you really bad…I’m gonna…” Her own voice cracked, speaking up with a combination of concern and rage, unsure which one she was supposed to feel more of in that moment. \n\n“No, it’s okay.” Timothy put a hand up, just to help calm her down. “...If we go into the rest of this mad he may end up getting us again. We gotta do this together. I’ll be okay. But I think we have to end this.”\n“You know…you’re getting a lot more brave than when we first started this. A long stronger too.” She chuckled, putting a fist against his chest for a moment, before her attention turned toward the enemy. “Maybe we shouldn’t split up anymore. Plan C. Let’s get to that dickface and punch his bald face in.” She smirked, holding a fist up to Timmy. \n\nHe looked at her fist in disbelief, legitimately shocked at this sudden change in how he felt. She didn’t sound like she was instructing him anymore. Is she seeing him as an equal? That was not something he was able to expect, but something he was willing to accept with gusto. “Y-yeah. We’ll be safer if we fight together.” He looked up to the feline that was clearly challenging them to come at him, clearly prepared with his own army backing him. \n“Your pretend bravery disgusts me.” He hissed, pointing upward. Their eyes followed, and there was one more pose doll, crawling into the projector room, and just like that, the screen, and thus, the entire theater went completely dark. Completely silent. Silent, except his gruff, deep-voiced laughter that now echoed through the silent room. “Hahahaha…this is the end, you little deviants!” \n\n“No! R-rekka what are we going to do! It’s too dark, we can’t see anything!” The mouse whined out, gripping onto the girl beside him. “What are we gonna do!?”\n\n“Hey dummy…” She swallowed down her own fears, working on making her voice sound as gentle as she could. “...I-it’s okay. I got fire, remember…” She stood away from him for a moment. The darkness in between them was broken as a faint glow began to light from the wolf. The flaming tips of her hair seemed to take on the same properties of fire. Her crystal blue eyes stood out as well. And just as notable, the scars on her arms, her legs, and the ones adorning her cheeks began to let off a vibrant red-orange glow as well. “We ain’t going into this fight blind.” Her arm raised, and a large ball of flame appeared, similar to the one launched at Maverick earlier in the day. “Cygnus Flare!” That ball of flame was joined by 4 more smaller flame orbs revolve around it, burst forth, flying into the air and stopping short, hovering in the middle of the large theater room. Each of those orbs spread out around the ball, providing ample light for the pair. \n\nTimmy marveled at the scene, now fully getting the grasp of just how talented she and her friends were. “No way…that’s so epic…” He gawked at the energy, then back at her. “R-rekka that’s so cool!” He was awe-inspired, starting to feel as though the situation wasn’t as far out of control as he thought. In fact, that type of cool attitude is what he always imagined Rekka was like in battle. “Do you think we can do this?” He asked, his eyes looking over her empowered body. \n\n“...Easy.” Was all she said afterward, stepping up to stand upon one of the folding seats, her eyes now fixed upon the feline that awaited them at the top of the seats. Timothy took a step up to follow suit. “We’re going straight for him. Over the seats. Screw the aisles, we’re just gonna get ambushed again. We’re doing this together, alright?” She smirked, raising a fist to bump with his own. Timothy responded in kind, but his face was glowing, not from the light produced by the wolf, but from the crimson blush he felt after their moment together. The touching of their fists definitely put a change in him. He felt the confidence surge in him. Things were going to be okay so long as they were fighting together. \n\nAs they were gathering their composure back, Timothy had gotten his final preparations ready to continue the fight. “Rekka. Ready?” He asked, drawing a few bottle rockets from his tattered skirt pocket. “I’m lucky these didn’t fall out when he got me.” He even managed to let off a quiet chuckle, as weak as it might have been at the moment. \n\n“I didn’t even see you buy those.” She said, beaming at him. “Let’s do it.” Timothy aimed the rockets toward their assailant, and Rekka responded, running a finger against the fuses on each. By the time Rekka had already lit them, Timothy implanted his mana into them as well. “Ready?” \n\n“Heck yeah!” Timothy beamed. \n\n“Ten let’s….GO!” The mysterious feline that stood half the theater away from them was ready, even calling forth some of tose pose dolls to stand in the way, waiting on the seats. Rekka, however, was all too ready for him to make that move. The rockets released from their small poles, and Rekka, being slick enough to control them, guided the rockets up and above the monstrosities just to aim for their opponent. “Do it.”\n\nTimothy responded by reaching out a paw and snapping a finger at the moment of explosion. Rather than the usual ‘snap’ of fireworks that they were used to, it sounded like large-scale fireworks going off. Enough so that it likely would have alerted anyone outside, if they were around. The explosion was loud enough that it fully disarmed the cat.\n\n“Gah. Fucking…dammit!” The scrawny creature called out, working on getting his bearings back. His ears were ringing and his eyes were a little dazed from the false sun above, and the pops of the rockets in the somewhat dim room. “That’s it, you two deviants need to die!” He was nearly drooling, shouting in incoherent rage. \n\n“We got him!” He cheered as the man stumbled from the pain. “This is our chance, let’s do it!” Before the two could remove themselves from their places, they felt their ankles grabbed again, now the dolls, beings of various sizes crawled up, grabbing them by their arms and legs, holding them still and leaving their torsos wide open. \n“Yes…good children. We’ve lost so many of you today…but now…” The children heard the cocking of the gun in the male’s paw, their bodies tensing up, fearing the worst. Of course, as their fears mounted up, the grips gained in strength, making them even harder to escape than before. They thrashed, writhed, and struggled against the wooden monsters, but nothing. He stepped forward, raising his gun ready to lean against the railing to take his shot. Another step forth, and that would be the end. When his foot hit the ground, however, he didn’t realize he stepped into something little more viscous than the normal spilled soda on the floor. He recoiled, but it was a little too slippery for him to regain his footing and with that, slipped forward, his face hitting that he rail that resided at the top of the theater seating. There was a loud ‘ping’ noise as his head contacted the metal, forcing him to recoil backwards, his foot coming up from underneath him, making the man then crash the back of his head against the floor. He rolled over and placed both hands on the back of his head. “God fucking…gaaah!” He groaned, slowly sitting himself back up, wondering what it was that he slipped in. “What the..he-oh…oooooh oooh no what the hell!?” The man gave off that shrill squeal when he reached down to feel the bottom of his shoe. Even in the glowing radiance of the fireball overhead, the man recognized that feeling, and that sticky substance on his hand. “OH GOD THAT’S DISGUSTING!”\n\nRekka saw the man take that spill and, while initially confused, realized exactly where he was standing. In spite of the way the dolls were holding her, this is just too funny. \"Dude no way! No fuckin’ WAY!\" She exclaimed, starting to double over in laughter, even feeling the grip on her arms weaken a bit. \"Hahaha, oh this is amazing!\" \nTimmy was lost, now. \"What's so funny? Why did he slip?\" His own fear was being replaced with confusion. \n\"...Squeaks…that's your goo he slipped on. We never cleaned it up, remember?\" She managed to explain through the tears. The pup was doubled over at this point, and just as interesting, the puppets grip was so weak that it allowed this to happen. \n\nTimothy was laughing now, too, once the realization struck him. At the same time, noticing that the grip weakened on his wrists, he regained his composure, pulling them into each other, the shockwave from their clash loud enough to destroy the two. \n\n\"Oh. Snap. They get weak when we're laughing. Ha! That's even funnier. What a weak sauce weakness.\" Her laughter tapered off, and flames dialed up, engulfing her arms and legs in her own flames, reducing the wooden creatures to ash. \"They even break easier. Hell yeah!\" \n\n\"Rekka? Let's finish this. We're almost there.\" He looked on into her eyes, the blazing orb showing an intense heat in her crystal blues, inspiring himself to drive this victory home. Not only were his eyes drawn there, but over the rest of her body, too. Along her chest, noticing that one of those dark nipples were pretty visible through the shredded top. The fact that her lack of panties were obvious as the back of her skirt was damaged as well. Even around the front, he could see where her loins were leading to her uncovered crotch. That skirt was barely holding on. That very excitement was making his heart race, but for some reason, his gears turn, as well. Peeling his gaze from her, his eyes darted around, then noticed the bucket in front of them. \"I got an idea.\" His paw went into the bucket of half-finished popcorn. \"Reach in.\"\n \nRekka looked back at him, wondering what he was talking about. Him being confident suddenly did throw the pup for a bit of a loop, but she complied, reaching into the bucket with him. Timmy felt that heat, smiling now at the two being so close to holding hands.\n\n“Charge the popcorn.” He instructed, recalling how her mana worked. “I’m going to throw it. When I say pop, light it.” His eyes looked to the groggy, embarrassed, injured feline before them. “Three…two…one…GO!” \nRekka listened, hopping up onto into the air once again, her shoes getting fired up and allowing the pup to hover over Timmy. They gave each other a knowing look, and before firing off, she did notice his eyes wander. Being the tease that she is, Rekka winked down at him, her legs opening a bit, giving him a very clear view of her glistening puppyhood. She didn’t fire off, yet though. Not until he gave the signal. “If you’re gonna do it, I’d do it soon, Squeaks.”\n\n“Yep, got it!” He grabbed the popcorn kernels now from the bucket, then with all his strength, the kid launched them from his paws, covering the sphinx in them. “Now, pop ‘em!” He shouted. Rekka smirked, snapping her finger, and surging her mana through each one of those kernels, igniting them and causing each one of them to begin popping along his body. The culmination of the teamwork they’ve been practicing, both using their ability to transfer their mana into objects. That’s where the kicker comes in. Each pop was like a flashbang in terms of noise. Like fireworks exploding against the man’s body. He began to writhe and shut his ears, that headache from that tumble only amplifying that much more. \n\n“Now we got him. Rekka, go up!” Timmy shouted, finally having eradicated his fears, replaced by his absolute trust in his lupine crush. She looked back to him, taking notice of his determination. Without hesitation, the wolf took to the air, propelled by her own flames. She looked back to him, also trusting in his own actions. The mouse knew this was going to hurt, but nowhere near as much as it was going to hurt his opponent. The bald feline looked up at her, rage in his eyes, before Timmy spoke up again to pull his attention away. “Hey jerkface, I’m over here!” The exact moment the creature looked back, he noticed the boy had his palm open, ready to clap. More importantly, he noticed those small poppers in the kid’s palm. \n\n“Oh shit…W-wait, we can talk about this!” The male’s eyes opened as wide as dinner plates, and pupils shrunk, fear finally having grasped him at his core. \n\n“We can talk later. I mean, after you get your hearing back!” She shouted, now using her boosters to fly higher into the theater, making sure she kept her eyes exactly where the male was getting up. With a grin, she snuffed out the source of heat, once again, rendering the entire theater room blind, save for the two flames that came from her sneakers, the tips of her hair, and those glowing scars. Flipping upside down, she blasted herself down at him, dishing out a devastating hit upon the male’s face, forcing him to stagger, footing still weak from the seed he had so clumsily stepped in earlier. The man was clearly hurt by that rocket-propelled punch to the face, but for a moment, there was nothing after that. \n\nTimothy watched in stunned awe at that quick burst of fire, but then a little bewildered at the silence thereafter. Suddenly, his eyes caught a glow, a burning fist lit the room for a very brief second as it made connection to the cat’s body. Burning left fist striking his chest, blazing right passing across his body. Every attack was punctuated with another period of darkness, until the strikes sped up to the point that there was barely any darkness in between. There was a melodic flow, punches and kicks colliding with the man with no recourse, her combination was a complete success. There was no relent, the girl using a combination of her flames to propel and ignite her attacks, and the kickboxing she was learning from her uncle. “Go go!” He shouted, cheering the puppy on. \n\n“ENOUGH!” The cat shouted, attempting to wrap his arms around her, aiming to stop her strikes. Unfortunately for him, the wolf was significantly more skilled than he was up close. He was too slow, and she dodged backwards. All he could see was the faint glow of those scars once again, and he realized that miss was likely going to be his downfall. \n\n“You’re right. We have had enough of you.” She laughed, before igniting her foot once more. She raised it, using the powerful jet boosters built within to land a powerful roundhouse kick against his cheek, then cranking up the jets once more. This was done with enough force that it knocked the skinny pink creature off of his feet and down into the aisles. Directly into Timmy’s attack radius. She knew he couldn’t see, but she did know that he trusted her words. “Squeaks, DO IT!” She said, closing her ears as she ducked away.\n\n“Pop, pop, BANG!” Sonorous thunder erupted from within his palms, his mana surging through each of those white bags of powder that were usually saved for making noise during festive celebrations. Cutting through the darkness, multiple bursts of light sparkled in his paws, and the resulting shockwave exploded forth, enough force to knock any popcorn and trash away from him, shredding the backs of a few rows of seats in as well. Moreover, that feline managed to eat the full force of the attack and then some, his injured body flying directly in the direction of the blast. Despite that, his body was forced back, knocked a few feet in the air before he came crumbling down across one of the seats, his body limp and completely unconscious a few rows ahead of where Timmy stood. He panted loudly, unable to see anything at all, staying stark still after his own victory. “...Ow ow ow…” the mouse then began to shake his paws, the pain of popping those things really stung. “That hurt way more than I thought it would…” He whined out. \n\nIt was mere seconds later, Rekka leapt up, using her flames to land right beside him, a large spark of flame dancing just above her shoulder to allow them to see each other. “Squeaks! Dude that was amazing! What a win! You were so awesome out there!” She shouted, turning him toward her, and leaning in, planting her lips upon his! Timothy didn’t even have time to respond. The pain in his hands vanished, and mind melted into the unison of their lips, his body even falling a bit limp against her. \n\n“Did…we just win a fight together?” Timmy asked as the kiss broke, feeling dazed, shaken, but all around alright.\n“Sure as hell did, dude.” She responded with a very assured smile. “Uh…well we’re in a room full of seats…I think you should take one til my uncle gets here. I did message him before anything went down. I think that guy’s did something that screwed with my phone after that so I couldn’t really use it. But he at least knows that he needs to come bail me out.”\n\n“Heh…good…because I need to rest.” Timmy melted into the very same seat they were sitting in just minutes ago when they were here to watch a simple action flick. Rekka, however, stood watch over the comatose cat, the spark increasing its intensity as she kept her head on a swivel, in face any of those dolls got back up. Minutes later, the door flung open, rather violently, with a larger, lupine male standing at the opening. About the same time, the theater lights were turned back on as well.\n\n“Alright you bastard! Where’s my little Ember?!” He snarled, the man’s fists and feet wrapped in a thick layer of smoke, shaped in the form of kickboxing gear. However, it only took a few seconds for him to realize that the situation was already calm and quiet, taking note of the wolf child standing over her opposition. “Oh I see, you already handled it. Somehow…not surprised.” He laughed, walking down the aisles, pulling the cat down onto his face and slapping a pair of cuffs on him, after disarming his glove. “Ah…a control gauntlet? Interesting.” He laughed. “What was it?”\n\n“We’ll…explain in the car. Timmy needs some rest, that was kinda intense, Unc.” She explained, hugging the man after he finished his job. “That was rough even for me…” She even trailed off a bit, reeling a bit from the pains she felt along her body.\n\nLogan did take a step back, now that his worry had finally taken a bit of a backseat. He looked over her body and took stock of the damage she sustained. Her clothes were shredded, parts of her were definitely exposed that he would prefer the public not see. Not much in the way of bleeding, thankfully, but some pretty obvious bruises along both her, and her little mouse friend. “Don’t worry, kids. We’re gonna get some ice cream, get you both cleaned up, and I’ll make sure you both get plenty of rest.” He offered her a reassuring smile. His paw reached out, and gentle stream of smoke came from his pawl, wrapping around both of their bodies, before forming a jacket and pair of pants over their clothing they already had. “There. At least you can cover up in style.” He chuckled, lifting up the exhausted mouse and sitting him up on his shoulders. “You did alright, kid. You really took care of my precious niece. You deserve something nice for that, too.” \n\n“Thanks Mr. Logan…” Timmy managed to squeak at him. “L-let’s go.” \n\nThe next few minutes went by in a blur. Logan had phoned in the police and the Undoers Cleanup Crew to take care of the mess and the perpetrator. He escorted the two young heroes out to the car, lying them both down in the back seat and made his way home from the movie theater. “Don’t worry. Not gonna tell your dad what happened here.” He made sure to let the pup know on their way home. \n\nReleasing his powers, he let the two children in the back get their rest. In spite of Timothy’s condition, he still had a bit of fire left in him. After all, that fire is what helped him break through and ultimately clinch that victory, and it still has not been extinguished. That tattered Skirt had a very clear lift to it, one that did not go unnoticed by the wolf across from him. Her eyes traveled to that tattered tent, and with a smile, her legs opened, allowing him the full view of her young sex. Seems she was pretty riled up, too, and his nose could catch that unique scent. He rolled over, crawling forward and pressing his nose to her lips, cooing happily to himself. His lips pressed to her’s, and the cub silently closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the window, allowing him to get his fill.\nLogan looked back once he reached a red light to check in on them, taking notice of exactly what was going on. They weren’t very slick, but he knew they weren’t trying to be, either. With a warm smile, he looked back to the street in front of him. “I’ll take the scenic route. You two probably want to rest up before getting home and having to explain yourselves.” The man looked at the rearview mirror, his eyes connecting with his niece’s, offering her a wink as well. The light turned green, and he continued the drive, allowing the two their peace. \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "

While the previews were finally starting to flow, Rekka and Timmy both settled back into their seats. They chose a spot in the middle of the theater. Middle row, middle seats, a perfect distance away from the large screen. The issue was, neither of them were very fond of going to the movies very often, so the previews to movies they weren’t going to see really served them no entertainment at all. Fortunately for them both, Rekka had other ideas in mind.

No words were exchanged between them at first. Timothy was watching the previews idly, just waiting for the show to ultimately start, taking ginger sips of his soda that he purchased. WHile he was distracted by this, he felt something warm under his skirt. That familiar paw that was stroking the front of his panties, her abilities heating up the cotton on that skull. “I see you got comfortable wearing my stuff.” She smirked at him, her fingers wrapping around that soft shaft, gently teasing her digits back and forth, still keeping the heat emanating from the tips of her fingers, grinning at him the whole time.

“H-hey I like them on me just as much as I like them on you!” He said, of course, getting out that defense was the only thing he was able to say before he devolved into his usual bashful moaning. “Ah…Rekka…” The skull decal that rested in front of his pouch began to stretch out as he felt the blood rush to his nethers. Rekka only looked up at him, that same mischievous smile adorning her face as she continued to stroke him, her smoky gray tail swishing behind her as she took her time and enjoyed herself, teasing the poor boy. “I’m still worked up from all that stuff on the bus…we’re gonna miss the movie if we spend all our time playing around…” Not like his protesting was genuine, and she knew full-well that was the case.

“Fine, then I guess we gotta make sure you finish quick, huh?” She cackled. There was something so extra spicy about this. Not that they were doing it in public, but that they could say everything they wanted with an unabashed volume, too. Rekka took full advantage of this, sliding down onto the floor, getting right in front of him. She wasn’t wasting any precious seconds with foreplay, either. Her paws pulled his skirt up, and she opened wide, taking that cotton-covered spire right into her mouth, increasing that heat around it. This was so weird, so new for him! His face contorted and scrunched, only managing to eke out a ‘oooooh’ noise. That wasn’t the only thing he felt, either. That heated saliva slowly seeped into the cotton, giving him a unique sensation that he knew he could only feel from her ministrations.

“Fnnh…oh that’s so good.” He moaned out, reaching a paw up to his own chest, just tto feel his heart beating. And if he couldn’t before, he certainly would in a moment. That heat and pleasure suddenly concentrated on his head, her mouth wrapped only around that, drooling more of her spicy spit into the fabric, and using her tongue to lash up and down upon it. The pressure was already starting to build up, and his paws now shifted to where he was grabbing the seat, gritting his teeth, trying his best to hold himself back. “Oh g-gosh! Rekka…” He moaned her name now, one eye open. “D-don’t tease me too long or I’m going to cum in my panties!”
 
“Oh? Well damn…I don’t think I want you to do that, now do I?” She asked, peeling them to the side now, gripping his length in her paw, slowly stroking up and down on his meat, still grinning to him. “Especially since I did promise you a reward for how awesome you were out there today.” She laughed. “You never really did anything like that with your powers…” Her hand started to stroke a little faster, purposely trying to beat out the sounds of the movie starting with the slick noises of his shaft getting massaged with all that wet saliva and pre mixing together. “So….” She went down, slurping the head once, then pulling back. “...Let’s go ahead and reward you, so we can enjoy the rest of the movie. Follow me.” She finally stood up. Her blue eyes looked over his pleasure-addled body for a moment, and with that smarmy smirk, licked her paw of any saliva, of his nectar and of their shared pleasure, before stepping away and moving out into the aisle.

\tHe could only stare in disbelief as the wolf teased him with such a tantalizing display. Timmy’s eyes wandered from her fingers to her lips, his mind now wandering in a million different directions as to what those lips could be doing right now. Once she moved away from him, like an entranced thrall, he followed behind her. Once they went up the aisles, going right to the top of the middle section of the theater, the pup pointed a few feet away from where she stood against the rail, offering him a seductive look he’d never witnessed before. Even with the dim lights of the theater during the previews, the screen offered just enough light for him to absorb any information he needed to get from her. He obeyed, too, standing a few feet away. “What do you want me to do next?”

“To sit…and watch.” She smirked, turning around to face away from him, then reaching her paws down, hooking her thumbs into the waistline of her panties, bending forward and slowly, tauntingly dragging them down to her knees, then fully leaning in to lean over the rail that guarded the back of the seats from those walking by. Her tail lifted, and she wagged her rear left and right, letting him see that smooth pussy between her legs, and that ebon pucker winking at him now. “I think it’s about time for you to get your reward.” She glanced back at him, showing off that wide, cheeky grin. “This hole…” Her paw reached back, spreading her cheeks in front of him in order to further entice.

“Oh? You want to go for the back? Well, then I guess it’s time to show you what I’m really made of!” Honestly, he didn’t care at that moment that he wasn’t going to get some pussy, but right now, after all that teasing, he just needed some release, and he needed inside of her now. However, unlike a few times in his past where he’d lose control and ravage the other, he took this time and was a bit more methodical. Sure, they were looking to get back to the movie, but he’d die before he’d pass up a chance to give his queen what she wants. Time to show off. He dropped down now, getting to his knees, appreciating the moment. His nose pressed up to her lips from behind, his cold nose poking against her mound, and taking in a deep inhale. As her slightly spicy scent filled his senses, his member throbbed with a bit more glee, at this point, a droplet of pre slowly oozing its way down to the cold floor beneath. “Aaah…you smell so good.” His hot breath washed over her nethers.

“Hn..fuuuh…” She moaned out, her paws gripping the rail even tighter. She felt so little physical action, but hearing him, feeling what he was doing and where he was down there was causing her own butterflies to start fluttering about. Her own lips even began to glisten the slightest bit. “W-whatcha up to down there, Squeaks?”
“You’re not gonna be the only one teaching lessons here, Rekka!” It was one of the first times ever she heard something in his voice. Nothing timid, nothing submissive, nothing to acquiesce to her own desires. Instead, he was acting on his own volition and his own desires, and that itself was exciting her more than anything. “In fact, lemme show you something I showed Mavy earlier this week.” He huffed, dragging his tongue along her little muffin, moving its way upwards along her taint, and finally, up her crack, finally meeting her little star. “So you know how Mavy’s all about wind? Well, I taught him what my tornado is like.” He said, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, now trailing in circles, staying as far on the outer margin of her pucker that he could, and in one drag, spiraled his patterin along each little ridge and nook of her black pucker. Slowly, in further and further, until that spiral finally met his bullseye right against the very entrance, poking at it with that little pink muscle. He slid his tongue up and down, just rubbing the entrance, even prodding a bit, but not going in yet. “Had enough?” He teased, licking his lips as he grinned up at her.

Rekka’s eyes screwed shut and paws gripped the metal rail as her entrance was getting that special tongue bath. That was…new! She’s had this treatment before, but not by someone that worked with such diligence. She bit her lip, lowering her body until the rail was supporting the weight of her upper body. Timmy was treated with the girl’s legs trembling and knees knocking together. Each lash and lap of his tongue, each swirl of that muscle that was painting her ebon star with his saliva was putting so much pressure on her mind and body, she couldn’t help but to blurt out the pleasure she was feeling. “Nnnf…f-fffuck.” Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as her body leaned forward.

Timmy’s work wasn’t going to go without even more reward. He went low, pressing his tongue to her sopping wet lips, dragging up to her pucker, then went down and did it again and again, before pressing his face in, rotating it all over her flesh. His fingers gripped those cheeks again, spreading her wide open now, then triggering his powers, to allow the girl to hear everything that he was doing. The volume of each slurp, lick, and plap was amplified and ringing in her ear, further spurning on her pleasure. Those sounds were met with those ‘schlick, splat, plap’ noises being amplified from below after he let go of one of those cheeks, now starting to pleasure himself, the audible sounds of him spreading his precum all over his boy meat would surround the girl’s sensibilities. She couldn’t even help but to exhale a small breath of flame as she tried to get some semblance of her composure back. The mouse was in love with those reactions he was getting out of it, too!
One last slide of his tongue pulling up from her hole, and he came up behind, pressing his body against her own, his shaft pressing in between those wet cheeks, and his arms coming around her from behind. “Ah…I-I think I’m ready.” He whispered up to her.

“Mnh…I think so…” She reached between them, taking control of his shaft, pressing against her own entrance,or at least doing her best to get it there. But he was so much shorter than he was, the dang thing wouldn’t reach! That high she was riding almost faded, but she knew what her next move would have to be. “Heh, hey short stuff…” She then pressed those cheeks against his tummy, bracing herself a little better against that metal bar, and began to grind against him as her body lowered more and more, her tail lifting like a flag, teasingly batting at his face as she pressed herself lower to meet his length. “There we go…” She reached underneath herself, cradling his member in her ring and middle fingers, positioning his dripping head against her glistening star. “...This should work a bit better.”

“Yes.” He panted, his needs and desires finally starting to take root. “It….” He continued, grabbing her hips and getting a nice grip upon them. “IS!” He finally finished agreeing, thrusting his hips forward, piercing right past her tight ring to get himself into her. He felt his life change between his legs. That tight crevasse and tunnel sucking him right in. It gripped, it hugged, and it warmed! He felt that ring flex and twitch around him as well. No, Timmy may not have been the girthiest boy out there, but regardless, that tightness around his uncut shaft felt heavenly. “Oh my god!” He gasped, then grinned as he braced himself, letting his paws squeeze her hips now. “Now I wanna know if you’re ready, Rekka.” She could hear the lust dripping in his voice. His soft, breathy words utterly coated in that intense desire.

It was so new to her. Rekka’s no novice when it comes to having other partners, but her main set of partners were usually sweet, gentle, sometimes they were a bit rough, but rare did she feel this type of intensity! This isn’t the Timmy she was training. This is the Timmy she was hoping to make. If she could get this level of power from him like this, she felt a new level of invigoration that she could get him to be like this whenever he needed to be. This was good. She then brought herself back to reality as she felt that slimy boyhood slide back and forth along her little insides forced out a bit of a cute, unexpected moan from her. “Ah!” That was no ordinary one, either, but one that sounded thirsty. Needy.

Timmy picked up on that. His paws gripped harder, and now he began to use that diminutive shape of his to his advantage. At first he was offering hard, rough thrusts, enough that those little spheres of his slapped against the underside of her pussy lips, but then it converted to more energetic, speedy thrusts. His powers triggered again, and with such accuracy, he made sure that the sound of his balls slapping against her was heard loud and clear by the young wolf. He watched as her expression changed, her paws trying to hide her own face now as the pleasure was really rocking her little body. Slapslapslapslapslap! Wait! Oh no! So soon!? He kept pounding away, losing control of his mind and body as he began to piston into her. “Fuck…hnnnng….AAAAH!” He gasped, finally releasing at the same time a loud roar erupted from the last movie preview, doing more to match than mask his voice as the giant monster fired off a beam from its mouth, leading into the credits of the commercial. His balls churned and twitched as he was moments from splatting his own essence inside of her. "M-more…" He groaned in his voraciously hungry voice. His hips sped up, feeling the world fade away from him.

However,  his stature caused a small mishap. That bullet of a dick ended up sliding out of one entrance and into the next! Timothy, upon feeling that unique warmth was launched from cloud nine and directly into heaven. Upon being sent over the edge,  Rekka felt that first rope of his hot release,  only for her to counter with her own! "Guh…you’re getting a little too excited!" She growled,  immediately intensifying the heat within her folds.  "Cool it a little, dork!"

That was an impossible task for someone already across the edge! Even though his orgasm began, he pulled back swiftly,  hugging his arms around her waist,  moaning into her back as he released spurt after spurt of his youthful cream onto the black, linoleum floor. He was panting loudly as he hugged the girl,  but that moment was swiftly interrupted by her voice.  

"I'm not done with you yet! You got some goo in me! Lick it out!" She huffed. The mouse was slowly getting his faculties back, his mind having done such a great job at scrambling all of his senses. As they came back, her words, which initially started muffled, slowly pieced themselves together. He nodded, dropping to his knees now, his face pressing hard against her crotch from behind, tongue coming out to caress along her little mounds between her legs. HIs tongue slid along that light gray fur for a moment, then slid inside, finding that creamy center that he was ordered to take care of. He worked that muscle and curled it, pulling out his own cum and swallowing it down, loving how the flavor mixed with her own lips, and…! That lollipop! His cum was flavored now by that delicious treat and the boy was in heaven again.

“Mnh…s-so good!” He huffed, pulling his tongue away now as he slowly stands up, gulping and panting, rising up and flopping against the wolf. “Y-your pussy felt so awesome, I want more!” The lust-drunk boy moaned out once again.

While Rekka was immediately turned on by that tone in his voice, she was dedicated to her ideas. She reached behind him, patting along his head. “Soon, Squeaks. You’re almost there. Heh, I bet that taste of it just made you want it more. That just means you’re gonna have to work harder if you want it, buddy.” She laughed. “Alright, c’mon, previews are almost over.” She nudged him up. Following suit, he stood up, helping her pull off of the rail, too. At the first step, the wolf squeaked, losing her footing as she stepped in that cream that decorated the floor, swiftly gripping the rail. “Oh! Heh…well, that coulda sucked. Glad they have good mops. If they ask, we’ll just say it was some extra creamy butter.” She giggled, getting her footing back, dragging her foot just a little to smear the semen off of her shoe, before taking TImothy’s paw and heading back toward their seating.
Once the duo made it back to their seats in the middle of the theater, taking their seats beside each other as they began to grasp the beginning of the movie, in spite of the fact they missed the first few minutes of it, the plot seemed to be pretty easy. In fact, it only took a few moments before Rekka looked to the mouse sitting beside her, she felt the need to speak up. “...Maverick set us up.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Timmy whispered, still somewhat paying attention to the flick.

“...This movie sucked and he knows it.” She laughed, reaching into the popcorn bucket, taking a few crunches of popcorn. “And he knew that we wouldn’t be able to fully focus. Well played, fox.” She giggled.

Timothy took a moment to put two and two together, then realized what she meant. “Oh! He wanted us to…”

“To bang. Yes, Squeaks.” She snickered, reaching a paw out to pet along his blond hair, almost patronizingly. Of course, all he could do is let out a little girlish giggle at the reaction and revelation.

The mouseling then reached back into the bucket, feeling the near-bottom of the bucket, then recoiled in surprise. “Oh…geez there’s so many kernels in here that didn’t pop. What a rip off!”

“Oh for real? I mean…I could just…” She reached her paw in, causing the popcorn that wasn’t popped to begin.
“Wait stop! I do wanna hear the movie.” He puffed his cheeks out. “...That’s gonna be too loud.”

“You can silence it.” She responded flatly.

“I gotta focus.” He countered. “And I want to see the movie.” Which triggered quite a confused look from the girl, who obviously wanted to opt out of the rest of the feature at this point. However, he’s cute when he’s focused on it, so she decided to roll with it.

Now that the movie was in full gear, even Rekka found herself getting into it as well, doing her best to pay attention to this barely-coherent plot. The longer it dragged on, though, the more she seemed to be trying to focus as well, just so she could try to piece together what was happening on screen. The pair were alternatively picking up popcorn as well, although at one point, the pair reached at the same time. Instead of offering any resistance, they held hands, with their paws resting on top of the remaining popped kernels.

“Man…this movie kinda sucks.” Timmy finally chittered out during one of the fight scenes. There were so many jump cuts that the action itself was nearly incoherent. “I feel like I could shoot a better movie while eating you out, at this point.” He giggled at the perverted joke coming from his mouth.

“Dude, you could probably do a better job if I busted out the strap-on and railed you.” She agreed with his snide comment toward the movie, even playfully jabbing the boy’s arm. The two laughed together, before cooling down and focusing on the movie again.

It wasn’t too long after the movie hit another lull did Tim’s rounded ears picked up something. There was an odd, scratching noise somewhere. No, not somewhere, multiple places.

“Squeaks?” Rekka noticed his behavior as she finally broke her attention away from the screen. “What’s going on?”

“...Rekka. Something’s up.” Timmy’s ears perked and his eyes began to scan around for a noise he know he was hearing. Before she could speak up, he put a finger to his own lips to shush her. He looked a bit frightened, but whatever it was that he was feeling, he was not going to let it hurt her. He rose out of his seat, now looking around a bit more frantically. The wolf he was trying so hard to protect, however, wasn’t going to just be still and quiet. She also stood from her seat, but upon making that move, she suddenly felt something cut the back of her leg.
“AAH!” She gasped out, falling back into her seat. “Damn it!” She growled, putting a paw down onto her wound and immediately creating a glow in her paw, cauterizing it shut. “What…what was that?” As she asked this question, she silently reached for her phone, opening it up and hitting a few inputs before slipping it back into her bag.

“R-Rekka? Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes now wide open. He never saw her get hurt. Someone like her shouldn’t get hurt. She’s too strong, too good for that. What’s happening here? He was starting to tremble, hopping up onto his seat and standing on it. “W-w-w-who are you!?”

“Deviants…” An unnatural voice rang out, a wooden marionette climbing up on the seat a few rows away. “You deviants. Children fooling around when nobody can see…” Although that wooden doll was speaking up, the voice didn’t come from it. “Deviants watching an adult rated movie without their parents…DEVIANTS!” The voice hissed out. It was further succeeding in striking terror into the duo. As that voice spoke, more of those dolls began to climb up from the seats. Their sizes varied, but they were all identical in terms of their designs.

Blank slates. Pure wooden creatures with almost no discernable features upon their bodies. They stood with that polished oaken visage. No face, no blemishes, nothing of the sort. The only two things of note about them were the black, metallic wires that hung from various extremities. They came from the hands, the feet, the knee joints, the elbow joints, and the head, just on top of the dome. Once the eyes were led to that, they’d notice the second distinctive marking, that telltale M on the side of the cheek, marking him as yet another one of the Miscreantz, the very same trouble that occurred back at the arcade in this very mall.

“Timothy…” Rekka finally spoke up, grunting as she rose back to her feet.

“Rekka don-”

“Shut up.” She grunted as she balled her fists, standing strong, in spite of her own fears. “...This is the same as that jerk that attacked the arcade. But it’s different. That guy was weak. He wasn’t looking to hurt any of us. This guy’s different. He wants to hurt us. W-we need to find him and take him out…” Timmy heard her words, but only faintly.  His eyes were more drawn to the fact her knees were knobbing, her chest was rising and falling swiftly, and even the flames that were trying to produce in her fist were barely flickering on and off. “W-we gotta at least get rid of these stupid, creepy things. Can’t be a lot right? L-let’s go!”

The longer they spoke and strategized, more of those little dummies sprang up over the seats, outnumbering them by far. The only thing they heard from this point as they stood together were those ambient and disembodied roars of ‘Deviants!’ assaulting their senses, a noise they still couldn’t pinpoint. Timmy steeled himself for the eventual attack as more began to close in on them, until his concentration was quickly broken by a blood-curdling scream he never thought he’d hear in his life.

“GYAAAH! G-GET OFF ME! GET OFF!” Rekka was the one shouting. One of the marionettes had managed to jump upon her back. She was twisting, turning, grabbing, but could not seem to make purchase. She was far too panicked to use her flames properly, instead just flinging embers around, bringing in the possibility to even burn  the seats around them. It even grabbed that flame-shaped topknot of Rekka’s hair, pulling her back as the creature leaned in close to her ear. ‘Deviant…’ it rasped out at her, this time a voice was heard through that faceless minion. As she struggled, the creature’s bladed hands began to swing and swipe at her, that pink top of her’s getting shredded along the shoulder and down her chest. Her wounds she received were superficial, not even breaking skin through her fur. But damn did it hurt. Her legs were getting a similar treatment, her skirt getting ripped both along the side, around her rear, and getting dangerously close to her sensitive areas as the blades sliced through the front of her skirt as well.

Timmy was mortified. What could he do? He’s so much weaker than her yet here she was, completely panicked and frightened. No. Not her. Not his girl. Fear quickly replaced with his desire to protect, the yellow mouse reached for the bag on the floor, quickly snagging a plastic revolver from his bag. “Back. Off.” Were his only two words, letting his mind and body act on its own, he quickly loaded up the cylinder, popping it  back in place, and took aim, firing off a single ‘pop!’ While the gun itself wasn’t going to do anything but make noise, noise was all he was banking on. He shifted his mana into the gun, and when it released, a wave of sound blasted forth, striking that marionette and Rekka. The noise was contained enough that it only knocked the wolf forward a bit, but the doll would fly a few feet away from the girl. On sheer reflexes alone, Rekka raised a paw, a ball of crimson fire appearing upon it, and she slammed it down on the monster as hard as she could, destroying the first one entirely.
“T-timmy? You saved me…?” She started off the sentence with pure gratitude, but that quickly melted into confusion, as she was not expecting him to have come this far in boosting his own confidence. “Dang dude…that’s what I like to se-shit! DUCK!”

Without hesitation, the mouse dropped down to his knees, and Rekka spun, sending a wave of flames to incinerate the dolls that were creeping up behind Timmy, turning them to a crisp. At this point, despite that quick moment of bravery, he’d gone back to his own heavy breathing, nearly trembling, the only thing giving him a sense of safety now was being surrounded on either side by the rows of theater seats. This respite, however, was still quite a bit much for him to handle. “Rekka please! Help! Help us or we’re gonna die!”  

“I KNOW THAT ALREADY!” She shouted back at the boy. It was in that moment, she saw him hide his face and even whimper. Her own fear was causing his to get worse. “...Just…hold on a second.” Rekka took in a breath to steel herself. “...If we can just make it to the door, we can at least lean out and shout for help. They’re not gonna hear us over the movie. So…let’s make a path. A grown up will be able to get through and help us out here.” Her eyes looked around for a moment. "I'll burn a path for you, just grab the bag and use what you can to watch our backs."

Timmy heard her and managed to calm himself as well.  "R-right." He fumbled with the plastic bag as he took it from the seat beside himself. Knowing he didn't have much time to load another cap gun,  he grabbed what few things he could and held them close as they inched their way from the aisle.

"Deviants!" Two more dolls jumped to from nearby aisles, their bladed fingers outstretched and ready to slice at the duo, but they're much more alert, this time.

"FUCK OFF!" The wolf demanded,  sending a stream of flames from her palm,  right for the one directly leaping at her, immediately reducing it to ash.

Timmy found himself reacting similarly, a slight invigorating wave of energy washed over him.  As that second wooden monstrosity lept, he grabbed the closest weapon in his small arsenal.  "GO AWAY!" He belted into a plastic echo microphone.  In doing so,  he was able to create a Soundwave in front of him,  loud enough to blow the mannequin into nothing but splinters of wood.  As a drawback, however, the boy was stunned by the very noise he made,  as well as seeing the plastic toy crumble in his palm.  That was a factor he never considered, these toys bit being built to handle his mana. The boomburst caused a sharp pain in his ear, as well as Rekka, but both of them fought on. The first two marionettes had been destroyed, but the duo knew that it was far, far from over.
Rekka ran out into the aisle, scoping around to see if they could locate anymore, or the source of these monsters, but the theater was too dark. The ever changing lights of the film behind her was making it a bit disorienting.  “Timmy…watch my back and watch your front…that thing got my leg earlier so they’re fast…” She growled low, scanning about for any errant movement. Her voice was shaky, her breath tattered and she was still fighting her body’s desire to tremble.


“R-rekka?” Timmy responded to her as he backed his body against hers. The two stayed as close as ones could be in the aisle, the wolf’s eyes glaring forward, while the mouse kept his eyes glued to the bramble of seats behind them, cautiously trying to keep themselves safe from these…wooden puppets of death. “I-I’m scared…I dunno what to do. I didn’t know that I was going to get involved in something t-this scary…” His tail slowly wrapped around the wolf’s leg, a quirk he had where he’d usually wrap his tail around his own leg for comfort. “W-will we live through this?”

For a second, there was no answer. She hesitated. She opened her mouth. Nothing. She wanted to tell him it was going to be okay. That they were going to make it through this. She wanted to tell him that her and her friends have been through so many scary moments and came out okay. But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. No. She had to lie. She had to make sure he stayed as brave as he wanted to be. “We’re not gonna-AAAAH!” Another stealthy attack! From underneath a seat did a puppet dart in at blinding speed, grabbing her leg and climbing its way up. “Get off! Get off me!” She was gripped by this creature. Gripped by the pain. Gripped by, worst of all, her fear. On sheer reflex, she kicked and flailed, fighting the creature that was tormenting her. She hit the floor, grabbing at it, but it kept finessing around her paws. She was sending out flame blasts haphazardly, trying to hit something. Anything, begging for her attacks to make purchase and cursing every second it moved around her. Worse yet? It wasn’t aiming to hurt her. It was moving quickly to scare her, to distract her. And it was extremely successful.

While Timothy was now jumping on top of the seats to try to avoid the floor, and mortified at what he was seeing happening to Rekka, but knowing that getting too close would’ve caused the poor boy to be set ablaze from an errant flame, he saw what was happening. More and more came out to attack her. There were about 4 more puppets that began to close in on the wolf. His breath was getting short, tears beginning to stream from his eyes. He was fully gripped by the terror that was happening before him. Not even for his own life but for the one person that truly believes in him. Believes in his strength, believes in…his bravery. Looking at this young lady that was about to be overwhelmed by these wooden monstrosities awoke something in him. “...Get away from her…” He whispered, as though his voice was finally rising up from the depths of a well of fear. “...Get…OFF!” He belted out. His body reacted on its own from there. From his pocket, he grabbed a few Pop-It snappers, tossing them with a terrifying amount of accuracy, pegging two of them right on their knobbly heads, his mana transferring from his fingertips and into the little bag of gunpowder. The explosive noise blew two of them away, but the third one jumped onto the prone wolf, the pair of them now starting to claw at her as she squirmed about.

Rekka could feel her heart trying to beat through her ribs. Her body was growing more tense by the moment as she felt those two creatures moving along her body with nary a way for her to pull them off. “Help! Timmy help! I can’t! G-get them off me!” While she was shouting her pleas, her body was still reflexively firing off bolts of flame to shake them off, until she reached a boiling point, giving one more, significantly more feral shout. Along with the noise, a stream of flames burst forth, incinerating the one clawing at her chest, then as she turned her head, engulfed the second one in flames as well.

Rekka was fighting so hard right now. There’s a few factors here that were new for the puppy, in spite of her experience. She’s never fought in such a claustrophobic space before. A movie theater room might be big, but when the plan was not to burn down the theater. This is even further compounded by the fact that her ground movement was incredibly limited. In a panic, the girl’s paws opened up, and she began to send fire in multiple directions, forgetting where she was and how she fights, just desperately wanting to tear down all of the creatures attacking her. The flames came from her hands, large sparks and embers flying in multiple directions to aim to destroy more mannequins.

Timmy stepped back when he saw the girl exhale flames, and not because he was trying to stay out of the way, but because that was one of the most terrifying things he’s ever seen. This girl, one who’s always kept her personality as a controlled flame, was now lashing out with intense, wildfire propelled by pain and fear. “R-rekka…” He whimpered for a moment, before shaking away the fear, his desire to be protect her taking over. “Rekka! Rekka, are you okay?! I-AAAAH” He shouted, attempting to get closer, before one of those flame bursts rolled against his arm, singing the fur and even leaving a fairly deep burn mark on his flesh.

Snapping back to reality, Rekka looked at the wounded mouse. “No, no no no! Tim!” She gasped, rushing to his side and kneeling down beside him. “Oh no. I’m sorry. I-I got so scared. I lost it. I shouldn’t have-”

“I’ll b-be okay. Rekka…are you alright? I’ve never seen you so scared…” He managed to grunt out, trembling as he worked on shaking off the pain. He still had use of his arm, but this was a brand new pain for him. Tim looked at his arm, taking note of the missing fur on his forearm. If that wasn’t taken care of soon, that was going to leave a permanent mark. He looked to her again after inspecting his arm. “S-sorry for getting in the way.”

“That does it. I’m DONE!” Timmy could feel the girl’s energy shift. Fear was present, sure, but there was more to it than that. The air around her felt heavy, the heat becoming much more apparent as her own emotions seemed to flare up. With a heavy sigh, the additional hot mana dissipated. “Squeaks, I’m sorry I hurt you. We’re going to get this fixed up when we get out of here.” The girl clicked one foot on the floor, and a unique metallic click was heard. Rekka then sprang up, a pair of jet flames bursting forth from beneath her feet, concentrated in a few heat vents within her shoes.  “Can you move?” As the girl took flight, her eyes began to dart around, looking for what could be causing this. Her eyes went back to the landlocked boy.

“Yeah. I’ll…I’ll be okay.” He confirmed as he stood up. “What are you thinking?”

Her eyes continued to scan, before locking into the seats where they sat earlier. “Hey, we picked up that stuff from back at the store. We wanted to get some practice in, so now’s the time. I’ll watch out for you from above. Go pack that stuff up and let’s get out of here!” She cheered him on, before her gaze turned toward a wooden creeper peeking above a seat in front of Timmy. Without hesitation, she sent a stream of flames to incinerate the sneaky assailant.

“Waaah!” He gasped out. “I…n-now’s my time?! Isn’t this the WORST time to teach me new stuff.?!”

“Nope. Trial by fire!” She shouted, raising an arm and sending a wave of flame precisely down one aisle, taking out any puppets that may have been there. “You got this!” Her attention turned now towards the ocean of seats that faced the screen. “...If I have to, I will burn this place TO THE GROUND!” Her face contorted back into that nearly demonic rage, raising her paw and creating an orb of fire. The flame split into five smaller spheres. “Castor Flare!” She swiped her paw, and each of those flames landed at the first seat of each row, save for the row that Timothy was in. With a snap, each fire sprang forth, creating a single track of inferno, burning the ground in front of each seat, aiming to burn any of those creepy monsters that were on the ground around them. “DIE!” She panted, looking on now at the mouse, seen somewhat cowering as his eyes caught the multiple blazes around himself. “Tim…sorry, you okay, Squeaks?” She asked, her eyes easing up as she was realizing how her fear was starting to affect her. “Sorry, I got a little ma-CRAP!” She was cut off before she could say anything more, and a sneaky marionette made its way out into the aisle and lept up, grabbing her leg. “H-hey, I said to get off me!” She struggled to keep herself afloat, her concentration causing her flames from her feet to waver. That creature took advantage of this, swinging once on her ankle, and tossing her with an immense strength a few aisles down and crashing her into the screen with a loud thud. Her body collapsed from the screen and came careening down to the floor. The impact was enough that all she could do was look up for a moment, before her vision went hazy. “Go Tim. Run..” she attempted to shout, but her voice, just like her consciousness, slipped away.

The mouse’s eyes shrunk as he turned quickly to where the wolf collapsed on the ground. “No no no! Rekka!” Timothy’s blood ran ice cold. He’d never imagine seeing her on the back foot. Never imagine her getting hurt. His eyes began to dart, trying to see if there was an easy path to get to the front row, but failed to see any aside from getting to the aisle. “Ngh…I-I’m coming!” He shouted, grabbing the bag, jumping onto the back of the theater seating, determined to aid the injured wolf.  At that moment, TImothy’s hearing and thoughts faded away. He had completely succumbed to the fear that was surrounding him. His only lifeline that he always expected to win was just defeated before his eyes and he had no idea if the puppy was going to get back up. All he could do is stare wide-eyed at the small tear left on the screen where she was hit. He barely noticed that the marionettes were moving in on him, a pair grabbing him by his legs and tugging him to the ground, dragging him down the row of seats and into the aisle. “No…let go…” He attempted to shout at them, but all he could do is barely rasp it, as the moment was really sinking in, the feeling of defeat, helplessness, and worst of all, fear. Once he was finally brought to the sphinx, Timothy had almost fully given up, tears welling up in his eyes and heart trying it’s best to beat out of his chest.

“Mmm…so this is you up close, huh, boy?” The skinny creature laughed as he looked down at him. “You know…” His fingertip reached forward, pressing to his chest, then slid upwards toward his chin. Their eyes met, the pink feline’s brown eyes and shrunken pupils staring into the tear-soaked, terrified boy’s. “I can see why she was messing with you on the bus. However…” The doll that was holding his left released him, and with one of those claws reached up and began to strip away at his clothes. The first slice came across his skirt, opening it up well enough to pull them away. Another one reached up and cut open his top, enough to reveal those little nipples of his.  “...Your deviance has a cost, child…” There was an eerie coldness that rose from the feline’s throat as he spoke. He felt an incredible weight coming from the male’s throat, a power that matched the fear the mouse was feeling at the time. As the male spoke, those wooden dolls continued to move according to his thoughts, one slashing away at his skirt, the other, opening his top more, but not fully stripping them off. No, the tattered clothes would only add to his excitement here. “Up.” He spoke, the mannequins now grabbing TImmy’s paws and tugging him out of the seat.

Timmy’s heart was pounding. He felt so weak. So vulnerable. So helpless. His uncut length dangled from his shredded panties, and his petite body was in the palms of this monster that they were fighting. However, he was not going to allow his fear to abandon someone he held so dear. “Do whatever you want to me, just…please don’t hurt her anymore. I won’t struggle if you promise.” He lowered his head, his mind more focused on Rekka. HE never saw her get hurt, never even imagined it before, and he never wanted to see it again.
“Oh? The little deviant has a little bit of bravery?” He said, his rough, hairless fingers sliding under the cub’s chin so he can look into his eyes once again. “You have my word.” Upon saying those last words, a pair of those mannequins kicked him in the back of his knees, forcing the boy down onto all fours. After a sharp scream, he looked up, and as soon as he did, he felt that naked length press against his nose. It smelled heavy. It smelled powerful. So much so that the shaft was starting to drown out his senses. “Go back on your word and I’ll be sure that she’s next and you will watch every second of it. Now open, deviant.”

Timothy, while deep down, felt largely defeated, at least he knew that he had a reason fow what he was doing now. While the cub didn’t trust this jerk that was currently assaulting him, he was determined that he would do this right, for her. “Rekka, you protected me so much. Let me protect you, too.” He shut his eyes, opening his maw and allowing the adult safe passage. He felt that barbed member slowly roll along his little tongue as it slowly filled his mouth. With his fists balling and clawing a bit into the floor, TImmy braced himself for what was to come. He had no inkling that this man was going to take it easy on him or give him an easy trip. But the sooner he gets him of, the sooner he...and Rekka would be safe.

“Your tongue feels nice. How disgusting.” He said, almost immediately contradicting himself. “You should not be this skilled. You truly are a disgusting deviant boy.” He pressed himself forward, infiltrating the boy’s mouth more and more, completely cutting off Timmy’s chance to retort. All the poor mouse could do is take those slow breaths, inhaling that heavy scent. It was suffocating him. Woodsy cologne, but also the musk of a long day of work. The cat was so skinny, but with his powers allowing him so much more strength the more he drank in the fear of the boy in front of him, the longer this went, the more powerful he’d become. A hand went to the back of Timmy’s head, and with a grip, he thrust forward, making sure his cock was deep in the boy’s throat.
It was at that same time, he felt those wooden fingers spreading out his cheeks, rubbing at his pucker. Another one was grabbing his dangling meat and stroking it as well. It was so much, but he was utterly helpless to stop any of them from touching him. He was so overwhelmed! He began to tremble, arms shaking as he was getting further intoxicated from the intense feelings. Only a moment later, he was distracted from the work the other was starting to do. Thick balls slapped and slammed his chin as the cat began to fuck his face.

‘Plap, plap, plap’ the new sounds began to take over the theater as he took advantage of the significantly weaker boy in front of him. Despite that barbed length being thin, he definitely had some length on it, and Timmy was victim to feeling that shaft penetrating his throat, bulging it out every time those heavy, musky nuts slammed against the kid’s chin. Those sounds were joined by the sounds of his growling, and the uncanny clicking and clattering of the mannequins moving around, teasing and taunting Timmy’s helpless body.
He wasn’t even aware how long this had gone on. It felt like only 15 minutes ago that he had his own release, so his overly sensitive body was only making this feel stronger. Making it feel more dirty. More wrong. The monotony of his face getting this treatment was finally broken, and his mouth was released. The monstrous cat looked down, appreciating the sight of what he had caused. Timmy’s tears had been soaked into his own cheeks, and his mouth was saturated with his own saliva and precum from the cat. There were a myriad of strings of the fluids connecting his face to the other’s length. “Fantastic…” He grunted. “A deviant such as yourself must also be prepared back there already. Go ahead. Get in position.” He was truly reveling in all this power. The smile on his face was undeniable that he was relishing in every second of this.

Timothy, once released, started to cough a bit, happy to finally get a chance to breathe properly after that rough pounding his face was getting. Well, happy may not have been the word he was thinking, but he was at least taking solace in the fact the other was happy enough that he wasn’t going after Rekka’s downed body. Obediently, he nodded to the other, wiping his lips off, before weakly crawling up onto the nearest theater seat. At this point, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. Spread his legs to look sexier? Make it go faster? Ugh, but if he did that, he’d have to face this pink, skinny creature. Maybe he should turn away and just bend over the seat. It might take a little longer for the guy to finish, but at least he wouldn’t have to smell that tuna breath anymore.

“Hurry up!” He sharply demanded of the child. “Or I will consider you taking back your end of the deal.”

“No! I-I got it.” He pleaded, before taking his position. He gulped, then turned and sat properly on the seating. It’s not like he had to strip so this would be easy enough. In his mind, he knew that this would be over sooner so long as he could make it as sexy as he could. His legs opened, hooking over both of the arm rests on either side of himself. His eyes moved to half-lidded, giving the best bedroom eyes he could even given the circumstances. Even with the cuts and scrapes on his face, and body feeling weakened from the pain he was in, he put on a brave, yet sexy face just to make sure he could protect the girl. His fingers shuffled the shredded panties aside, using his fingertips to spread open his little hole, fully offering it to the man before him. “G-go on. Fill me, please?” He asked, trying to keep his composure the whole way.

“Indeed, I shall.” He said, licking his lips as he closed in on the boy. He damn near pinned him against the theater seating, forcing that barbed, almost felt spiked, shaft into his little cub hole, starting to thrust and pound into him without any regard to how much power he was putting out now. Each slam into him pressed the cushions in, rocking the boy’s entire body every time he felt that turgid length hit his spots inside. Just as much, he felt those barbs scraping up and down his tunnel every time the ravenous creature forced himself into the boy. Even though the monstrous feline was enjoying himself plenty, after another heavy slam into the cub, he reached down to grab that blond hair, pulling it back so the boy’s large ears would be closer to his face. “But the fact you’ve decided to be so compliant to such an act only proves how deviant you are. Deviants need to be punished!” He declared, before slamming the boy’s face into the back of the seat, accompanied with another thrust. The back of the seat isn’t soft, either. Made to cushion backs, but not very much beyond that. Timothy felt his face immediately light up in pain as he fought off shouting out. “Enjoying your punishment? Maybe now you’ll learn.” His voice was still so powerful and commanding. The man’s hands gripped harder upon the boy’s hair, pulling it to make sure he could get a close look at the boy’s face.

TImmy’s blond hair was now ragged and disheveled, eyes half-closed, a little hazy after his eyes were forced against that rough fabric were red and blurry. His nose was even bleeding a tad bit from the impact a few moments ago. “I-I’m sorry…” He grunted quietly, trying to meet his assailant’s face.

“If you’re sorry, then you will complete your punishment.” He released the boy, only for a few more mannequins to appear around Timmy, grabbing him by his wrists, tossing him into the aisle onto the floor. The dirty carpeting now serving as his temporary bed. The two that slammed him down then grabbed his wrists to hold them down. Another pair came out, gripping the kid’s ankles and spreading him out. His pink hole was twitching and winking, hurting from the first round against the chair. His length was flaccid, a great symbol of his fear and current willpower.

The cat licked his lips as he watched, removing his large overcoat, tossing it to the side so that his own nearly emaciated form looming over the boy. Despite his incredibly slim form, to Timothy, being the prey that he was right now, the man towered over him like a skyscraper. He finally pounced upon the boy, his own length, one that betrayed his slim form, penetrated back into the boy, the attack seeming now to be more to pleasure himself than to hurt the boy underneath him.

Tim was staying quiet for now. Trying not to shout, not to cry, only to try to remain silent, so the other wouldn’t shift his focus to wanting to do anything else. If he finishes, then he might leave afterwards. Instead, he was only letting out little grunts and moans, his length bobbing out helplessly as he felt his body being pushed into the carpet, over and over again.

Unfortunately for the mouse, the male’s voice rang out, looking down at his prone form. “I want you to remember this, boy. To remember me. To have the name Bruce Paura, and I want you to think about me every time you decide to show anymore deviance, understood!” He snarled out, now coming down and even delivering a bite on the boy’s shoulder, hoping to leave a bit of a mark.

That was sudden, unexpected, and incredibly painful. With TImothy’s fear empowering this man, his feline bite force felt more like a wolf’s! “Gyaaaah! Owwww! P-please, get off!” He cried, balling his fists as the pain all over his body flared up even higher. Timmy forgot about the power of his own voice, too. His mind swimming with all forms of pain taking over his diminutive frame.

Once the cat heard those shouts, his face contorted in a strange cocktail of disgust and intense pleasure. He hated that he loved the sound of that. He hated that the mouse made that sound. But the fact the boy was begging, no pleading, desperately to get something from him tipped the cat over the edge. In his mind, this power he had over the boy was the most exciting part, by far. The feline finally released, arching his back and pinning the boy down, his member pumping glob after glob of his semen into the tight little mousehole. “Aaaah…FUCK!” He groaned out happily, withdrawing from the boy as he looked down to his broken, spent body. “I hope you enjoyed that, boy. But the show isn’t over yet. Now you get to watch as I do the same thing to her.”

At this point, Timothy could only allow himself to go limp, letting off a few quiet sobs, his body only being held up by the little wooden creatures holding him where he was. However, as those words finally made purchase with his thoughts, his eyes snapped open. “H-hey…n-no. That wasn’t part of what you promised…” He managed to croak, starting to give a feeble struggle against the powerful creatures.

“Maybe not. But words are meaningless to deviants like you. What does it matter what I say?” He glared at him, the disgust creeping back onto his face. His foot rose, then he stomped onto the boy’s unfortunately full belly, causing him to, once again, shout out in pain. Only this time, significantly louder than before, paired with his sobbing being a lot more pronounced than what the assault caused him.

All that commotion near the end was enough to finally wake up the girl, bringing her back to consciousness. Rekka’s eyes looked up, a little groggy from that dizzying toss. “S-squeaks…?” She asked, trembling some as she attempted to get back to her feet, body still trembling as her cheek peeled off the floor. She felt something terrible had happened. How long was she out? “S-squeaks? Squeaks where are you?”

It was then, TImmy managed to muster what strength he had left, and while he was stuck there in missionary, his legs wrapped around the feline. “R-Rekka. I got him here…” He rasped. In spite of his pain, knowing that she was conscious again, she could win, with his help. It seemed that just hearing her voice was enough to give him some of his own bravery back, and with that, the will to get back in the game. “I-in the aisle!” He managed to sputter before breaking out into a small bit of coughing.

“You…get OFF OF HIM!” There wasn’t as much of a surge in power that came from the girl, but the temperature of the entire theater room seemed to increase. The scars on her body began to glow a furious orange, matching the rage that she was feeling. Her body rose from the ground, two jets of flame under her feet, keeping her balanced. The way she looked, eyes staring daggers over at him, and the screen projecting the movie onto her, gave her an incredibly menacing visage. “You’re going to PAY!”

“Do you really want to make that mistake, child?” The cat asked, his fangs showing brightly as he stayed near the prone boy. “One wrong move and you’ll burn his pretty little face off. Or are you truly the kind of deviant that would hurt her own friend to get back at me?”

The wolf hesitated, balling her fists as she looked down at him. “You piece of shit!” She roared, raising her hand, spark beginning to appear in them. “Let. Him. GO!”

“Hahahaha, make me!” He laughed his own devious laugh. “It’s how it goes with you pathetic children. Willing to step on someone weaker to get what you want. Go ahead. Burn him to take me ou-FUCKING!” He suddenly let out a sharp gasp, looking down at the boy that took a decent bite into his arm, having used the moment of his distraction to break away from his minions, only serving to weaken them even more. “Dammit!”

Timmy slid away, wabbly legs flailing and dashing as hard as they could to meet the floating wolf halfway down the theater seating. In response, Rekka dropped down to meet him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling the boy in as close as she could, allowing herself to hold him up with her own strength.  “Rekka…a-are you okay? You took a serious hit back there…” He asked, despite looking horribly worse for wear himself. His tattered clothes, bloodied face, and the man’s disgusting seed running down his legs causing him to be the one that looked halfway in the grave.

Looking down at him, she calmed down a little bit, dropping down to put an arm over him, just to hold him up so he could save some strength. “I’m okay. But you…oh my god he hurt you really bad…I’m gonna…” Her own voice cracked, speaking up with a combination of concern and rage, unsure which one she was supposed to feel more of in that moment.

“No, it’s okay.” Timothy put a hand up, just to help calm her down. “...If we go into the rest of this mad he may end up getting us again. We gotta do this together. I’ll be okay. But I think we have to end this.”
“You know…you’re getting a lot more brave than when we first started this. A long stronger too.” She chuckled, putting a fist against his chest for a moment, before her attention turned toward the enemy. “Maybe we shouldn’t split up anymore. Plan C. Let’s get to that dickface and punch his bald face in.” She smirked, holding a fist up to Timmy.

He looked at her fist in disbelief, legitimately shocked at this sudden change in how he felt. She didn’t sound like she was instructing him anymore. Is she seeing him as an equal? That was not something he was able to expect, but something he was willing to accept with gusto. “Y-yeah. We’ll be safer if we fight together.” He looked up to the feline that was clearly challenging them to come at him, clearly prepared with his own army backing him.
“Your pretend bravery disgusts me.” He hissed, pointing upward. Their eyes followed, and there was one more pose doll, crawling into the projector room, and just like that, the screen, and thus, the entire theater went completely dark. Completely silent. Silent, except his gruff, deep-voiced laughter that now echoed through the silent room. “Hahahaha…this is the end, you little deviants!”

“No! R-rekka what are we going to do! It’s too dark, we can’t see anything!” The mouse whined out, gripping onto the girl beside him. “What are we gonna do!?”

“Hey dummy…” She swallowed down her own fears, working on making her voice sound as gentle as she could. “...I-it’s okay. I got fire, remember…” She stood away from him for a moment. The darkness in between them was broken as a faint glow began to light from the wolf. The flaming tips of her hair seemed to take on the same properties of fire. Her crystal blue eyes stood out as well. And just as notable, the scars on her arms, her legs, and the ones adorning her cheeks began to let off a vibrant red-orange glow as well. “We ain’t going into this fight blind.” Her arm raised, and a large ball of flame appeared, similar to the one launched at Maverick earlier in the day. “Cygnus Flare!” That ball of flame was joined by 4 more smaller flame orbs revolve around it, burst forth, flying into the air and stopping short, hovering in the middle of the large theater room. Each of those orbs spread out around the ball, providing ample light for the pair.

Timmy marveled at the scene, now fully getting the grasp of just how talented she and her friends were. “No way…that’s so epic…” He gawked at the energy, then back at her. “R-rekka that’s so cool!” He was awe-inspired, starting to feel as though the situation wasn’t as far out of control as he thought. In fact, that type of cool attitude is what he always imagined Rekka was like in battle. “Do you think we can do this?” He asked, his eyes looking over her empowered body.

“...Easy.” Was all she said afterward, stepping up to stand upon one of the folding seats, her eyes now fixed upon the feline that awaited them at the top of the seats. Timothy took a step up to follow suit. “We’re going straight for him. Over the seats. Screw the aisles, we’re just gonna get ambushed again. We’re doing this together, alright?” She smirked, raising a fist to bump with his own. Timothy responded in kind, but his face was glowing, not from the light produced by the wolf, but from the crimson blush he felt after their moment together. The touching of their fists definitely put a change in him. He felt the confidence surge in him. Things were going to be okay so long as they were fighting together.

As they were gathering their composure back, Timothy had gotten his final preparations ready to continue the fight. “Rekka. Ready?” He asked, drawing a few bottle rockets from his tattered skirt pocket. “I’m lucky these didn’t fall out when he got me.” He even managed to let off a quiet chuckle, as weak as it might have been at the moment.

“I didn’t even see you buy those.” She said, beaming at him. “Let’s do it.” Timothy aimed the rockets toward their assailant, and Rekka responded, running a finger against the fuses on each. By the time Rekka had already lit them, Timothy implanted his mana into them as well. “Ready?”

“Heck yeah!” Timothy beamed.

“Ten let’s….GO!” The mysterious feline that stood half the theater away from them was ready, even calling forth some of tose pose dolls to stand in the way, waiting on the seats. Rekka, however, was all too ready for him to make that move. The rockets released from their small poles, and Rekka, being slick enough to control them, guided the rockets up and above the monstrosities just to aim for their opponent. “Do it.”

Timothy responded by reaching out a paw and snapping a finger at the moment of explosion. Rather than the usual ‘snap’ of fireworks that they were used to, it sounded like large-scale fireworks going off. Enough so that it likely would have alerted anyone outside, if they were around. The explosion was loud enough that it fully disarmed the cat.

“Gah. Fucking…dammit!” The scrawny creature called out, working on getting his bearings back. His ears were ringing and his eyes were a little dazed from the false sun above, and the pops of the rockets in the somewhat dim room. “That’s it, you two deviants need to die!” He was nearly drooling, shouting in incoherent rage.

“We got him!” He cheered as the man stumbled from the pain. “This is our chance, let’s do it!” Before the two could remove themselves from their places, they felt their ankles grabbed again, now the dolls, beings of various sizes crawled up, grabbing them by their arms and legs, holding them still and leaving their torsos wide open.
“Yes…good children. We’ve lost so many of you today…but now…” The children heard the cocking of the gun in the male’s paw, their bodies tensing up, fearing the worst. Of course, as their fears mounted up, the grips gained in strength, making them even harder to escape than before. They thrashed, writhed, and struggled against the wooden monsters, but nothing. He stepped forward, raising his gun ready to lean against the railing to take his shot. Another step forth, and that would be the end. When his foot hit the ground, however, he didn’t realize he stepped into something  little more viscous than the normal spilled soda on the floor. He recoiled, but it was a little too slippery for him to regain his footing and with that,  slipped forward, his face hitting that he rail that resided at the top of the theater seating. There was a loud ‘ping’ noise as his head contacted the metal, forcing him to recoil backwards, his foot coming up from underneath him, making the man then crash the back of his head against the floor. He rolled over and placed both hands on the back of his head. “God fucking…gaaah!” He groaned, slowly sitting himself back up, wondering what it was that he slipped in. “What the..he-oh…oooooh oooh no what the hell!?” The man gave off that shrill squeal when he reached down to feel the bottom of his shoe. Even in the glowing radiance of the fireball overhead, the man recognized that feeling, and that sticky substance on his hand. “OH GOD THAT’S DISGUSTING!”

Rekka saw the man take that spill and, while initially confused,  realized exactly where he was standing. In spite of the way the dolls were holding her, this is just too funny. "Dude no way! No fuckin’ WAY!" She exclaimed,  starting to double over in laughter, even feeling the grip on her arms weaken a bit.  "Hahaha, oh this is amazing!"
Timmy was lost, now. "What's so funny? Why did he slip?" His own fear was being replaced with confusion.
"...Squeaks…that's your goo he slipped on.  We never cleaned it up, remember?" She managed to explain through the tears. The pup was doubled over at this point,  and just as interesting,  the puppets grip was so weak that it allowed this to happen.  

Timothy was laughing now, too,  once the realization struck him. At the same time, noticing that the grip weakened on his wrists, he regained his composure,  pulling them into each other,  the shockwave from their clash loud enough to destroy the two.  

"Oh. Snap. They get weak when we're laughing. Ha! That's even funnier. What a weak sauce weakness." Her laughter tapered off, and flames dialed up, engulfing her arms and legs in her own flames, reducing the wooden creatures to ash. "They even break easier. Hell yeah!"

"Rekka? Let's finish this. We're almost there." He looked on into her eyes, the blazing orb showing an intense heat in her crystal blues, inspiring himself to drive this victory home. Not only were his eyes drawn there, but over the rest of her body, too. Along her chest, noticing that one of those dark nipples were pretty visible through the shredded top. The fact that her lack of panties were obvious as the back of her skirt was damaged as well. Even around the front, he could see where her loins were leading to her uncovered crotch. That skirt was barely holding on. That very excitement was making his heart race, but for some reason, his gears turn, as well. Peeling his gaze from her, his eyes darted around,  then noticed the bucket in front of them. "I got an idea." His paw went into the bucket of half-finished popcorn. "Reach in."
 
Rekka looked back at him, wondering what he was talking about. Him being confident suddenly did throw the pup for a bit of a loop, but she complied, reaching into the bucket with him. Timmy felt that heat, smiling now at the two being so close to holding hands.

“Charge the popcorn.” He instructed, recalling how her mana worked. “I’m going to throw it. When I say pop, light it.” His eyes looked to the groggy, embarrassed, injured feline before them. “Three…two…one…GO!”
Rekka listened, hopping up onto into the air once again, her shoes getting fired up and allowing the pup to hover over Timmy. They gave each other a knowing look, and before firing off, she did notice his eyes wander. Being the tease that she is, Rekka winked down at him, her legs opening a bit, giving him a very clear view of her glistening puppyhood. She didn’t fire off, yet though. Not until he gave the signal. “If you’re gonna do it, I’d do it soon, Squeaks.”

“Yep, got it!” He grabbed the popcorn kernels now from the bucket, then with all his strength, the kid launched them from his paws, covering the sphinx in them. “Now, pop ‘em!” He shouted. Rekka smirked, snapping her finger, and surging her mana through each one of those kernels, igniting them and causing each one of them to begin popping along his body. The culmination of the teamwork they’ve been practicing, both using their ability to transfer their mana into objects. That’s where the kicker comes in. Each pop was like a flashbang in terms of noise. Like fireworks exploding against the man’s body. He began to writhe and shut his ears, that headache from that tumble only amplifying that much more.

“Now we got him. Rekka, go up!” Timmy shouted, finally having eradicated his fears, replaced by his absolute trust in his lupine crush. She looked back to him, taking notice of his determination. Without hesitation, the wolf took to the air, propelled by her own flames. She looked back to him, also trusting in his own actions. The mouse knew this was going to hurt, but nowhere near as much as it was going to hurt his opponent. The bald feline looked up at her, rage in his eyes, before Timmy spoke up again to pull his attention away. “Hey jerkface, I’m over here!” The exact moment the creature looked back, he noticed the boy had his palm open, ready to clap. More importantly, he noticed those small poppers in the kid’s palm.

“Oh shit…W-wait, we can talk about this!” The male’s eyes opened as wide as dinner plates, and pupils shrunk, fear finally having grasped him at his core.

“We can talk later. I mean, after you get your hearing back!” She shouted, now using her boosters to fly higher into the theater, making sure she kept her eyes exactly where the male was getting up. With a grin, she snuffed out the source of heat, once again, rendering the entire theater room blind, save for the two flames that came from her sneakers, the tips of her hair, and those glowing scars. Flipping upside down, she blasted herself down at him, dishing out a devastating hit upon the male’s face, forcing him to stagger, footing still weak from the seed he had so clumsily stepped in earlier. The man was clearly hurt by that rocket-propelled punch to the face, but for a moment, there was nothing after that.

Timothy watched in stunned awe at that quick burst of fire, but then a little bewildered at the silence thereafter. Suddenly, his eyes caught a glow, a burning fist lit the room for a very brief second as it made connection to the cat’s body. Burning left fist striking his chest, blazing right passing across his body. Every attack was punctuated with another period of darkness, until the strikes sped up to the point that there was barely any darkness in between. There was a melodic flow, punches and kicks colliding with the man with no recourse, her combination was a complete success. There was no relent, the girl using a combination of her flames to propel and ignite her attacks, and the kickboxing she was learning from her uncle. “Go go!” He shouted, cheering the puppy on.

“ENOUGH!” The cat shouted, attempting to wrap his arms around her, aiming to stop her strikes. Unfortunately for him, the wolf was significantly more skilled than he was up close. He was too slow, and she dodged backwards. All he could see was the faint glow of those scars once again, and he realized that miss was likely going to be his downfall.

“You’re right. We have had enough of you.” She laughed, before igniting her foot once more. She raised it, using the powerful jet boosters built within to land a powerful roundhouse kick against his cheek, then cranking up the jets once more. This was done with enough force that it knocked the skinny pink creature off of his feet and down into the aisles. Directly into Timmy’s attack radius. She knew he couldn’t see, but she did know that he trusted her words. “Squeaks, DO IT!” She said, closing her ears as she ducked away.

“Pop, pop, BANG!” Sonorous thunder erupted from within his palms, his mana surging through each of those white bags of powder that were usually saved for making noise during festive celebrations. Cutting through the darkness, multiple bursts of light sparkled in his paws, and the resulting shockwave exploded forth, enough force to knock any popcorn and trash away from him, shredding the backs of a few rows of seats in as well. Moreover, that feline managed to eat the full force of the attack and then some, his injured body flying directly in the direction of the blast. Despite that, his body was forced back, knocked a few feet in the air before he came crumbling down across one of the seats, his body limp and completely unconscious a few rows ahead of where Timmy stood. He panted loudly, unable to see anything at all, staying stark still after his own victory. “...Ow ow ow…” the mouse then began to shake his paws, the pain of popping those things really stung. “That hurt way more than I thought it would…” He whined out.

It was mere seconds later, Rekka leapt up, using her flames to land right beside him, a large spark of flame dancing just above her shoulder to allow them to see each other. “Squeaks! Dude that was amazing! What a win! You were so awesome out there!” She shouted, turning him toward her, and leaning in, planting her lips upon his! Timothy didn’t even have time to respond. The pain in his hands vanished, and mind melted into the unison of their lips, his body even falling a bit limp against her.

“Did…we just win a fight together?” Timmy asked as the kiss broke, feeling dazed, shaken, but all around alright.
“Sure as hell did, dude.” She responded with a very assured smile. “Uh…well we’re in a room full of seats…I think you should take one til my uncle gets here. I did message him before anything went down. I think that guy’s did something that screwed with my phone after that so I couldn’t really use it. But he at least knows that he needs to come bail me out.”

“Heh…good…because I need to rest.” Timmy melted into the very same seat they were sitting in just minutes ago when they were here to watch a simple action flick. Rekka, however, stood watch over the comatose cat, the spark increasing its intensity as she kept her head on a swivel, in face any of those dolls got back up. Minutes later, the door flung open, rather violently, with a larger, lupine male standing at the opening. About the same time, the theater lights were turned back on as well.

“Alright you bastard! Where’s my little Ember?!” He snarled, the man’s fists and feet wrapped in a thick layer of smoke, shaped in the form of kickboxing gear. However, it only took a few seconds for him to realize that the situation was already calm and quiet, taking note of the wolf child standing over her opposition. “Oh I see, you already handled it. Somehow…not surprised.” He laughed, walking down the aisles, pulling the cat down onto his face and slapping a pair of cuffs on him, after disarming his glove. “Ah…a control gauntlet? Interesting.” He laughed. “What was it?”

“We’ll…explain in the car. Timmy needs some rest, that was kinda intense, Unc.” She explained, hugging the man after he finished his job. “That was rough even for me…” She even trailed off a bit, reeling a bit from the pains she felt along her body.

Logan did take a step back, now that his worry had finally taken a  bit of a backseat. He looked over her body and took stock of the damage she sustained. Her clothes were shredded, parts of her were definitely exposed that he would prefer the public not see. Not much in the way of bleeding, thankfully, but some pretty obvious bruises along both her, and her little mouse friend. “Don’t worry, kids. We’re gonna get some ice cream, get you both cleaned up, and I’ll make sure you both get plenty of rest.” He offered her a reassuring smile. His paw reached out, and gentle stream of smoke came from his pawl, wrapping around both of their bodies, before forming a jacket and pair of pants over their clothing they already had. “There. At least you can cover up in style.” He chuckled, lifting up the exhausted mouse and sitting him up on his shoulders. “You did alright, kid. You really took care of my precious niece. You deserve something nice for that, too.”

“Thanks Mr. Logan…” Timmy managed to squeak at him. “L-let’s go.”

The next few minutes went by in a blur. Logan had phoned in the police and the Undoers Cleanup Crew to take care of the mess and the perpetrator. He escorted the two young heroes out to the car, lying them both down in the back seat and made his way home from the movie theater. “Don’t worry. Not gonna tell your dad what happened here.” He made sure to let the pup know on their way home.

Releasing his powers, he let the two children in the back get their rest. In spite of Timothy’s condition, he still had a bit of fire left in him. After all, that fire is what helped him break through and ultimately clinch that victory, and it still has not been extinguished. That tattered Skirt had a very clear lift to it, one that did not go unnoticed by the wolf across from him. Her eyes traveled to that tattered tent, and with a smile, her legs opened, allowing him the full view of her young sex. Seems she was pretty riled up, too, and his nose could catch that unique scent. He rolled over, crawling forward and pressing his nose to her lips, cooing happily to himself. His lips pressed to her’s, and the cub silently closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the window, allowing him to get his fill.
Logan looked back once he reached a red light to check in on them, taking notice of exactly what was going on. They weren’t very slick, but he knew they weren’t trying to be, either. With a warm smile, he looked back to the street in front of him. “I’ll take the scenic route. You two probably want to rest up before getting home and having to explain yourselves.” The man looked at the rearview mirror, his eyes connecting with his niece’s, offering her a wink as well. The light turned green, and he continued the drive, allowing the two their peace.
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