Zootopia      chipmunks     American tail

the crew
“Counter screw da screw”
By Dan

(Teen/cub, violence, snuff, rape, gay relationship, gay sex)

Fievel and Tony Toponi (c) American Tail series by Don Bluth
Alvin and the Chipmunks the 1980‘s cartoon series (c)
Zootopia (c) Walt Disney Productions
Mickey Mouse (c) Walt Disney Productions
Pixy and Dixy Mouse and Jinx the Cat (c) Hanna Barberra productions

Chapter 2

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
9am
July 14

       Two things that Tony Toponi couldn’t do... 

      One was sleep in a dark room. The reason why was something Fievel never understood, which Tony kept to himself. He did, however, sleep soundly in red lights so the bedroom had both regular bulbs and red bulbs at the flick of a switch. Perhaps it was, because with red light and the shades all pulled down, that no one had the advantage coming through the bedroom door at night. Or?...that for Tony...red was just a feeling of warm security? 

       Whatever the case....he always slept with a loaded high powered air pistol by the bed...for a mouse, steel air pellets were enough to do damage while the pistol was better for silence than a noisy power gun. Tony practiced enough that even half asleep he could snatch it off the dresser and kill without thinking before you could blink.

       The second reason? Tony couldn’t sleep flat on his back or his stomach. He couldn’t even sleep in a feral mouse curl-up which was why the bed had pillows all over it. Tony slept sitting up with Fievel curled up in his arms and sitting on his lap. 

       There was no secret among the principle gang members that Tony was gay nor the fact that Fievel was younger than him and his lover. It just wasn’t broached loud or in public. No one in the gang hierarchy wanted to “waste” something so important to Tony’s emotional stability or the gang’s continued existence. There were no doubts however that Fievel for all his intelligence was a “Below the water" young mouse cub who could get Tony a “rap” for statutory rape or cub sexual abuse.

        Fievel had a reply for that noise....”It’s “my” life...screw you.”

       Fievel had no other family save his older sister Tanya and he’d fallen for Tony because “the life” was exciting, Tony wasn’t abusive and he was so ridiculously spoiled being a “squeeze”. As far as sex with Tony...it only happened when Fievel wanted it. Tony did more cuddling and kissing than flucking.

        The younger mouse was already sexually active before he met Tony for he made extra money giving blow jobs to both young mice and adults...as a 4th grader. On one lucky day...Tony caught him blowing off a teacher. It was the first extortion /protection racket Tony would start. In fact....the old “fur-pedo” was still paying Tony to keep his mouth shut. But when Fievel and Tony first locked eyes on each other? It was like the trigger to a nuke bomb had been fired.  

        Fievel awoke first and slowly moved his lips to suckle a tender chest nipple which of course caused Tony to be stirred awake...

       “Mmmm....morning.” Tony said as he pulled Fievel into a close hug. “What time is it?” Tony asked sleepishly as he petted his young lover’s head...

       “Nine?” Fievel said softly. He took a moment to nose nuzzle Tony’s chin before he gave him a gentle kiss on his lips and moved to pick up his smart phone off the bedside table.

       “We don’t need to start work just yet you?” Tony said as he snatched the phone by two fingers and placed it back down on the table...”It was a late night any way...we can sleep till noon can’t we?”

       Fievel slowly moved a paw down and over Tony’s still soft penis. “I guess so? But they always say early is the mouse that snares the best cheese...”

       Tony chuckled warmly and cupped Fievel’s face in his paws...”Mmmm....come here you?” The older mouse said as he pulled Fievel into a loving kissing session....”Once again Five? You made us a sweet bank last night.”

        Fievel pulled off the deep loving exchange of tongues to nibble over one of Tony’s ears...”All I did was pick em.”

       “And you know how to pick em.” Tony replied as he rubbed his paws over Fievel’s tight and tender behind. For a moment...Tony teased the ides of plowing Fievel in a nice “Morning fluck session” but he digressed to just a simple body rubbing kissing session. After a few minutes....Fievel laid on his back with Tony gently rubbing his belly...

        “Hey?” Fievel voiced. “I have a very interesting idea? Hear me out?” He asked Tony.

       “Spill it my little whiz?” Tony asked as he sat.

        “I was thinking...” Fievel said as he waved a paw around. “I was thinking that we could contract ourselves to one of the families as their “tuffs”.”
  
        “Tuffs?” Tony asked.

        “Yeah....you know? Tuffs as in protection tuffs? You want to get your foot in the door and break the bread with the families? We could play the problem for what needs the solution to the problem? If you get my drift?”

         Tony thought...”That involves us getting our tails kicked in.”

         “Oh sure....I know that. Losing “a few” teeth for a reputation with the families would be worth it....wouldn’t it? And you get to play the role that honestly? Makes my tail hole soaking wet? I love it when you get all mean and nasty and talk street smack, I get turned on.”

         Tony giggled...”My acting “mi Amico” would make your tail hole a gushing river pipe.” Tony said as he thumped Fievel’s chest with a paw. “If you’ll negotiate a meet and greet? I might be open to the idea of taking some bruises or two?”

       Tony grabbed Fivel’s phone and handed it to him...”Any news from our “operation” last night?”

      Fievel scanned his phone as Tony pawed over his body....”A little bit from the first car. None of the cops were hurt but their cruisers were bashed up. Aside from the usual “blots”? We cleaned up and there’s not a crum.”

      Tony snuggled himself against the pile of pillows...”Give Pixy and Dixie an extra grand in their next cuts.”

     Fievel dropped his phone, slowly stood up and wiggled his naked body before his love....”Want to have some fun?”

     Tony took the younger mouse by the paws...”I want to wait...plan a break for both of us? Bout a week? Just you and me someplace.”

     Fievel gave Tony a kiss....”Want breakfast?”

     Tony slowly lowered Fievel onto his back...”I’m in the middle of breakfast already.”

    “Giggles”....”Am I a Cannoli or pancakes?” Fivel asked as Tony ran his tongue across the wiggling young mouse’s stomach...

    “Both are good with maple syrup....aren’t they?” Tony replied with a soft smile.

Zootopia Police Department Precinct Six
Fort Bronco, Little Rodentia
Chief Justin, Commanding
9am
July 14

      Aleardo Scarfo was a “punk rump”, at least that was the going thought of many of the rodent officers who’d had their run in with the light brown rodent with the darker brown head tuft that had streaks of blue running through it. He looked like a clown to some but he had a rap sheet full of petty charges that went way back to when he was ten years old. Unlike in the real world where a child’s juvie record was destroyed when they reached 18...Zootopia kept the books active in the case of repeat “pains in the tail” like Scarfo.

     There was scant proof at the moment that the mouse now sitting at a detective’s desk throwing complaints as if he was more important than the mayor...had any street gang ties but he wouldn’t be treated any less than any other car owner who called in a theft....Just that his got more attention because of the three bashed up police cruisers now sitting in the precinct repair shop. One of the officers involved in that mess, a grey rat named Jayden Quinn, was sitting nearby nursing his hurt neck in a white restraining collar. He wasn’t looking too charitable at Alerdo....

     Another mouse, a white one named Detective Jason Doheny, was sitting with Alerdo typing on a laptop...

    “I’m sorry about your neck officer.” Alerdo said. “It’s not my fault.”

    “Fluck you.” Jayden snapped. “And it is your fault you stringy tailed tail hole.”

    “What?” Alerdo asked with a shurg. “Can I help it if those creeps rifled through my car and found my trick panel?” Alerdo turned to Jason. “You know how much money I sank into that car to “trick” it out? Five grand! Five lousy grand and it gets stollen!”

    “Where’d you get the cash for it?” Jason asked. “Rape dope?”

    “Hey?!” Alerdo snorted. “You can’t make suppositions like that less you got a warrant “creet beater” (Street cop). For all I know? They saw me show boating in a parking lot and they cased me for who knows how long? I want my car found!”

    “You and a whole lot of mice, rats and other rodents want their cars found pal, pick a number and sit on your tail bone. I’m going to be up front and tell you right off the bat Scarfo? Your car stinks so don’t be surprised if you’re kept here longer than usual so...I would shut up if I were you?”

      Chief Justin (Justin from the Secret of Nimh) just happened to be walking by as the back and forth played out. “Alerdo? You never cease to amaze me.” Justin said crossing his arms.

      “What?” Scarfo replied as he stood up. “You too? Look Chief? Like I was telling the good detective here? You can’t make a supposition on me for anything without a warrant. My car was stollen and I want it found because I put a lot of investment into that thing, I was planning to freshen it up as a display car...”

      Justin waved a paw....”I’m sure you were going to become a world renown trick rider Alerdo after your next stint in prison because speak of the devil? I just so happen to have a warrant to call you in because you’ve been vaguely identified, and I do mean vaguely so, as being implicated in the murders of one Panfilo Spinnato and one Dario Troise? of the Snap Tail Hill gang.”

     “And who says that Cheif? Some slutty white rat tailed whore on Epcot Street troll’ing for wool rats? Gimme a fricken break?” Scarfo snorted.

     “Why don’t you step into my office after having a complimentary coffee and cheese cake and you and I can have a little gentle-mammal conversation?” Justin asked with a gesture towards his office door.

      Scarfo passed by Jayden Quinn who smirked at him. “Those blue streaks in your hair are so screaming “homosexual”?”

     “I got your “homosexual” right between my legs you Blue Belly mother flucker.” Scarfo gestured with an air fluck of his hips before he chased after the taller Justin.  

Downtown Little Rodentia
9am
July 14

      The creepy “well filled feeling” still existed enough to cause Alvin to kick a leg every few steps as he walked. So brutal but yet such a rush to be so nailed to the wall by his older brother the night before. Simon was truly a Jeckle and Hyde personality when it came to giving Alvin “His business”...going from “Nerd” to “Cad at the speed of plaid” in a second. He gave Alvin’s tail hole a serious pounding and how all that crying and gasping didn’t wake Theodore was amazing....

      “Yet it felt soooooo good between the rough abusive treatment of the older Chipmunk and the absolute fear generated by the risk of being found out. Alvin went off by himself this morning without the other two because....he needed a break! More so?...his poor smarting butt needed a break.

      “What to do..what to do?” Alvin asked himself as he walked while flipping through the music play list on his cell phone. He tapped “MC Hampster’s” “Can’t touch this!” and walk / danced to the music with his usual aire of bombastic self-confidence....

My-my-my-my music makes me so hard makes me say oh my Lord
Thank you for blessing me with a mind to rhyme and two hype feet
That's good when you know you're down
A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown
And I'm known as such
And this is a beat uh u can't touch

       Alvin stopped his street bopping when he looked to the side to see a game arcade and like a moth to a light...he strutted into the two story building packed full of various age rodents playing away on table tops, stand-up machines, dance puzzle mats or shooting air powered guns at the far end for stuffed animals and other assorted prizes.

     Alvin found an empty stand up “Asteroids” game, popped in a Zootopian 4-point coin (25 cents) into the pay slot and started to knock out rocks as he cranked up the music in his ear buds from his phone...

    “Oh well, I'm the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are, well you know that I'm around
I kiss 'em and I love 'em cause to me they're all the same
I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em they don't even know my name
They call me the wanderer.....Yeah, the wanderer......
I roam around, around, around.”

       He was “zone’d” within a few minutes, body, mouth, paw fingers and swinging butt all in concert with the game as the points racked up fast. He didn’t even notice that he’d attracted the attention of more than a few female rodents and others who couldn’t miss the long red sweater nor the familiar voice singing with no concern for who might be hearing.

“Oh well, there's Flo on my left and then there's Mary on my right
And Janie is the girl well that I'll be with tonight
And when she asks me, which one I love the best?
I tear open my shirt and I show "Rosie" on my chest”

     He broke his stride only once to give a female mouse a little cheek peck then Alvin was “zoning” again looking to “roll the game over” back to zero and he was still on his first 8-point coin play...

    That’s when the card dropped by his right paw on the game panel caught his attention...

    “YOUR LUCKY DAY! WANT TO HAVE A CHANCE TO PLAY NOT RELEASED NEW GAMES?! TESTER’S WANTED! NO FEES! PLAY FOR FREE!”

    Alvin gave the card a little attention...then he kept on playing....then a little more attention.....then he kept on playing.....then a little more attention...and he wiped out....

    “Blauch! wah, wah, wah, waaaaaaaaa.......bleek.” The game paused for Alvin to hit the next life button but he just couldn’t resist that card...

    “YOUR LUCKY DAY! WANT TO HAVE A CHANCE TO PLAY NOT RELEASED NEW GAMES?! TESTER’S WANTED! NO FEES! PLAY FOR FREE!”

       He picked it up and took a long glance at it...

    “YOUR LUCKY DAY! WANT TO HAVE A CHANCE TO PLAY NOT RELEASED NEW GAMES?! TESTER’S WANTED! NO FEES! PLAY FOR FREE!”

      Then the words of Simon rang in his brain...”If it sounds too good to be true? You shouldn’t buy it.” Alvin looked back down at the card again...
      
    “YOUR LUCKY DAY! WANT TO HAVE A CHANCE TO PLAY NOT RELEASED NEW GAMES?! TESTER’S WANTED! NO FEES! PLAY FOR FREE!”

      “What do you think I am Simon? Stupid?” Alvin snapped to himself as he grabbed the card and flipped it around...” Ok...so no phone number, no address...how do you get to play free games when you don’t know who to talk to?”

       Alvin walked around the building looking for the obvious mammal who pitched the card onto that standing game box. Sure enough...there she was, a female rat at a table surrounded by mice and other young cubs and kits glaring at her smart phone with looks of surprise and interest on their faces...

       “Excuse me?!” Alvin said as he sauntered up. Some of the rodents were already giggling at him...

      “Hey look at this!” One young rat snickered. “This cheese grater thinks he’s Alvin Seville.”

       “I “am” Alvin Seville, I’ll thank you to know?” Alvin replied with his usual “My pellets really don’t stink that much” aire of self greatness. “As I was asking? Are you the one who dropped this card on the game I was playing?”

      “Why yes I am!” The female rat replied as she stood up. “My name is Maddy Defarge, I represent a company that evaluates new and upcoming games for “Pawtendo” and “Pawstation”, we’re looking for young mammals to test the games coming out for the holiday season in a few months. Would you be interested in taking part Mister Seville?”

      Alvin perked up...”My dear lady? You are looking at the biggest game junky in the world! There’s not a single game I haven’t played less than a hundred times since I could walk! I’m not kidding you, my whole bedroom back home is a temple dedicated to the Pawstation Nation let me tell you.”

     “So I take it you’re experienced in “Rum Runner Four”?” Maddy asked.

     “I can play that in my sleep.” Alvin replied. “But it’s been like three years since that came out, why are they taking so long for number 5? It’s a crime they haven’t made that one yet!”

      The other young furs around Alvin seemed to agree as he stood with a frown on his face.

      “Well say no more Alvin.” Maddy replied with a raised paw finger. “I just happen to have an advanced copy of the upcoming  “Rum Runner Five” Pro-vision release and I think you’d be the perfect candidate and spokes-mammal we need to to play,review and advertise it!”

      Maddy showed Alvin a preview of the upcoming game on her smart phone and Alvin went nuts!

     “Oh yeah! I gotta play it! Where is it?! Where’s the game?! I wanna play it till my fingers fall off!” Alvin said excitedly.

     “Now calm down Alvin...” Maddy replied. “We have a few things to go over, some papers to sign and then I’ll take you to the programming company where you can play the game for a few hours and tell us what you think? Fair deal?” Maddy said as she extended her paw.

     “Yeah! Fair Deal!” Alvin replied as some of the young rodents clapped and cheered.

     “You lucky dawg!” One young rat said as he patted Alvins shoulder. “You gottah tell us what it’s like! I can’t wait to tell my folks that’s what I want for Solstice, they will freak out! My Dad’s a “Rum Drunk” seven times over Alvin!”

     “Shake any more and you’ll pee on the floor.” Alvin replied. “I’ll ask them for all kinds of bling and stocking stuffers while I’m there playing it, just text my number.” Alvin said to the young rat as he showed him his phone number.

       After signing some papers, Alvin followed Maddy out the back of the arcade towards her car in the parking lot....

      “I can not wait to get my paws on “Rum Runner Five” Maddy! Is it like a VR thing? Can I play it on my smart phone? Is it going to have a 3D suit kind of extended play attachment?”

     “You’ll see Alvin.” Maddy said as she opened her passenger door and allowed Alvin to get in, his excitement obvious in how he was bouncing in the seat with expectation.

      The moment Maddy slipped into the driver’s seat and shut her door...

      Alvin felt himself grabbed from behind his seat and pulled violently over the top of the headrest! “WHAT?! HELP!!” The Chipmunk screamed and thrashed as brutal paws and a knee forced him into the backseat cushions and a white rag was pushed over his nose and mouth!

      “VOE-ET-EEEE----OH! VOE-ET-EEEE----OH! “ Alvin screamed into the medicine stinking cloth and thrashed about until he felt his body going limp, something slipping over his legs and a pair of zip tie cuffs were tightened around his wrists.....then......darkness too hold.
       
Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
11am
July 14

       Fievel came out of the bathroom dressed in a nice blue collar shirt, a pair of blue slacks and a neat cartoon tie...”So? What place are we going fishing this afternoon?” Fievel asked Tony as he stood looking at himself in a mirror. 

      “Dunno? Pick one?” Tony replied. “Preferably one that won’t break our balls with a “tax” you know?”

       “There’s....."Good n handy’s” on Westlake Ave. “My Shameful Other Life” on Rockaway Plaza. “The Black Banana” on Harcourt Street or “Bar Trek III: The Search for Cock”.....” Fievel started laughing hysterically.

      “What?......the?......fluck?” Tony snorted back with a chuckle. “Are you seriously flucken my lid? Bar Trek III....The Search for Cock?”

      “That’s what it says! Look!” Fievel showed Tony the smart phone. “Space....The final frontal...” (Laughter)

      “There? We are definably not fricken going ok?” Tony snorted. “That place? Will be crawling with “rat traps” (Cops) and “De-con cans” (Undercover narcs) fluck that!” 

       “Ok? there’s “Indiana Bones and the Temple of Swoons” Fievel said. “And the web site has the “code symbol” in the display picture right here? oh yeah..."pedo” crop for sure. And it’s the “safe symbol” too which means the place is clean and.....”

        Fivel ran his paw finger around to another cryptic message in the picture.” It’s mob owned! A bottle and two drink glasses with a glass half full means? Operational street tax of two grand.”

       Tony smirked....”Nice.” He said as he looked at Fievel. “Wanna go fishing?”

       Fievel snickered back. “I’m not wearing these nice clothes to go to church?” 

       Tony raised a paw and flicked a finger....”Wait...We can’t go without the traditional ceremonial trouble maker music that opens all our schemes...”

      Tony walked over to his stereo and flipped the power switch....

Pepino, oh you crazy mouse why can't you let me be?
I sent that cat to chase you, now you've got him chasing me!
And when I try to sleep at night I can't get any rest.
Pasqual comes and licks my face while you dance on my chest.

      Fievel laughed as Tony walked up, took him paw to paw and danced with him around the apartment floor...

Pepino, oh you crazy mouse why can't you let me be?
I sent that cat to chase you, now you've got him chasing me!
He's putting holes in all the floors and scratching up the walls
He's chasing all the neighbors down the stairs and through the halls!

     “Some times I think your brain is a shade off the rails Tone Tone.” Fievel giggled as Tony spun him around the floor.

     “It keeps me on my toes and unpredictable Filly. You should be used to this by now?” Tony said as he gave his little love a kiss on the nose....

I said Pasquale listen now, please help me catch that mouse!
My girlfriend's so afraid of him she won't come in the house!
But when I turn my back he steals the meatballs from the tray
And now that cat and mouse are playing gauche-ball all day!

Pepino, oh you crazy mouse why can't you let me be?
I sent that cat to chase you, now you've got him chasing me!
He's putting holes in all the floors and scratching up the walls
He's chasing all the neighbors down the stairs and through the halls!

      “Ok? We ready now?” Fievel asked as he stood with his arms crossed and his foot thumping the floor.

       “Just had to be sure you haven’t lost your touch dancing with any marks kido.” Tony snickered as he grabbed his sports jacket. “Let’s see if we can snag a high roller on this one?”

East Little Rodentia 
47 West Grain Street
11am
July 14

      Mickey Oswald and Inspector Ages followed the young female rat up a flight of stairs and into a bedroom where the body of an elderly female shrew lay on the floor at the foot of her bed...

     “Poor Auntie Shrew (Secret of Nimh)...” The caretaker said mournfully. “How could someone do such a despicable thing?”

      “What exactly happened Mam?” Ages asked as he leaned down and felt Auntie Shrew’s neck. “Poor old girl....She must have had a heart attack? She died pretty quick.”

     The care taker sat in a nearby chair “I was doing my morning cleaning of the house while the Misses was getting ready for the day and I heard this loud bang from the room. I ran in and sure enough? He she lies. I smelled what I thought was gun powder but there’s no evidence she was shot.”

     Mickey looked around the room and noticed the decorative candy box on the bed table with cream filled candies scattered around the floor. putting on a pair of white gloves...Mickey Lifted the box up and sniffed the inside...Mickey shook his head. “Some one rigged this box with a powder charge. Just enough that when it went off? It made a noise which gave poor Auntie here a massive heart attack.” 

     “She had a bad heart condition.” The female rat said. “How could someone be so heartless?!”

     Suddenly....a young male shrew came through the bedroom door and gasped in shock...”How could you let here lay like this! Please show her some dignity! Oh Auntie Shrew!”

    Ages caught the young shrew by his arms. “Calm down son! You need to stay where you’re at because this may have become a murder scene.”

     Mickey looked up from where hey sat on his knees examining the body...”And who are you Sir?”

    “Allen Holder...Auntie Shrew is my grandmother. The care taker called me that something terrible had happened and I came as fast as I could...”

    Mickey walked up and pulled out a note book. “Yes Sir....something terrible did happen. Did the care taker give you the details of her death?”

    “No.” Allen replied. “Only that something loud caused her to faint and she feared Auntie had a heart attack.”

     Mickey walked up to the bed table and picked up the box. “This was the cause of her death. Apparently someone sent it as a joke....perhaps not. When she opened it...it made a noise and frightened her to death.”

     Allen looked at the box with horror...”It must have been a dreadful shock to her....that sudden and unexpected explosion. And with her weak heart....I never got to tell her how much she meant to me!”

      Ages looked at the body then at Allen. “She must have meant a lot to you? Judging by the look of the house and all the valuables? She was pretty well off financially speaking.”

      Allen frowned. “What’s your point officer?” He snapped at Ages.
  
     Mickey pulled his 9mm handgun...”Right now Mister Holder? I think you should shut up and get your arms and paws out where I can see them.”

    “Why?!” Allen snapped.

    “Because you just let yourself slip out.” Mickey said frowning. “You told us that the care taker only told you that something terrible had happened to your Aunt. She herself had no idea that the box by the bed was rigged to explode until we pointed that out to her before you got here. You just became prime suspect number one. Get on the floor, face down and lace your paw-fingers together........now!”

     Allen slowly got to the floor and Mickey cuffed him. “Need to get CSI here asap and dust him and the box for fingerprints.