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 10

109 Williams Street
Suburb of Amberlin Lane, Rodentia
Apartment 309
6pm
July 16

         Alvin stood unhappy with his arms crossed as he watched Jackal making some sandwiches in the kitchen of his apartment...

         “Can you make your puss a little less obvious?” Jackal asked.

         “Can you be a little less disgusting?” Alvin snorted.

         Jackal set the finished sandwiches on the kitchen table. “Alvin? It’s totally up to you...I’m not twisting your arm to sleep with me ok? But you did make the deal, this is your idea.”

        Jackal pointed to the sandwiches....”At least eat? The rat asked.

        Alvin sighed then sat down...”I’m only doing it for the sake of my brothers...I absolutely hate your guts.”

         Jackal smiled a little...”Outside of my “affiliation”....you hardly have any information to make a conclusion about me.”

        Alvin rested his head on his paw....”Ok? Go ahead? Spill you’re whole life story mister water reserve? And make sure you can “embellish” it enough to cover the snit smell.”

        “You’re not going to phase me with your insults Alvin.” Jackal replied frowning. “I’ve killed little rodents as mouthy as you...Chippy.”

        Alvin sighed....”How in heck did you end up a gang member? You’re a very smart rat from as much as I know you...why? No....no, no let me make a guess? You were rejected by your family, you ran away onto the streets, you turned absolutely feral to survive and you became someone’s nightly bed cushion....did I hit it right?” Alvin asked sarcastically.

        “You failed dramatically.” Jackal replied. “I was too smart for my own good in high school and was made an offer to “make huge bank” which I could not refuse. But success breeds loneliness...and I had to hide the fact that I was gay because....I probably would have ended up some one’s nightly bed cushion....by force. That? I knew....would get me dead quicker than snit. I’ve been successful....but I’ve also been very, very lonely.” Jackal looked at Alvin....”Can I be honest?”

       Alvin snorted....”Sure. I guess you’ve been so far.”

       Jackal shifted in his seat...”Uh?.....I’ve been attracted to you....before we nailed you on camera.” Jackal said softly. “And....I’m being very honest...the first time I saw you naked on camera? I walked out of the room because I was upset. I....I got my tail kicked in for defying my boss...telling him I didn’t want us going through with extorting you.”

     “Oh spare me this “meah culpa” crap!” Alvin snapped. “You’ve done nothing to help me!” The angry Chipmunk threw his hat to the floor, pulled off his sweater and tossed it across the apartment and stood in a pair of his cartoon “Chip-a-roos” with his paws out! “I’m right here you dirty rat! You like seeing me naked?! You want to jam me?!” Alvin whipped his underpants down and threw them aside...”You got upset huh? I should believe you?! Well here’s your favorite tail Mister big shot rat gangster?! You bought it! Go ahead! Tell me you feel so UPSET NOW! Do what you want creep?!”

     Alvin turned around, bent over and pulled his rump cheeks apart....”Come on gangster boy?! Yeah.....like you have any damn thought at all of my feelings? Go ahead and do it! Put your fat dick right here!”

      Jackal walked over to Alvin’s “Chip-a-roos”, picked them up and waved them in Alvin’s face...”Put em on?”

      Alvin frowned back...”What? I’m not attractive enough?” The chipmunk snorted.

      “I said....put....them....back....on!” Jackal snapped as he tossed Alvin’s short’s off his face! “Don’t piss me off Alvin!” Jackal picked up the underpants and shoved them into Alvin’s paws. “I told you....it’s “your” game, not mine! You have all the right to sleep with me or not!” Jackal said as he walked to his kitchen table, looked at his sandwitch, chucked it against a wall, and stomped to his bed room door where he slammed it hard!

“BLAM!”

       Alvin stood and held his underwear to his chest as he walked over to the bedroom door....

        “I? I would guess you’ll have something for me to do tonight huh?” Alvin asked.

        “Yeah....” Jackal replied with a grunt. “It’s a midnight run and you’ll have back up because it might get a little dicy.” Jackal replied. “There’s pillows and a blanket in the closet by the couch....get some sleep.”

         Alvin thought for a moment...”Thanks for not being a “cad”...Jackal.”

         “Fluck off and get some sleep you stupid Munk bitch.” Jackal snapped back. “You dare talk about “feelings”? Fluck you Alvin Seville if you think I’d have anything to do with your fat, stuck up “munk” ass!”

Templeton General Hospital
Downtown Zootopia
6:26pm
July 16

          Mickey Oswald awoke and felt the urge to yawn...he was super dog tired and shocked he was still alive....

          “DADDY!” Mickey’s daughter squealed as she saw her father sit up! “MOMMY! DADDY’S AWAKE!” The little female mouse screeched for joy as she tightly hugged Mickey around the neck. His wife Minnie joined in the moment of great joy as she sobbed and kissed her husband....”Micky! My darling! Thank you to all mercy...” She sobbed...

         Over in a corner....Tony Toponi was snoozing hard on a couch with Fievel laying on his lap until Mini woke him up....

        “HEY! Officer Mick!” Tony yelped as he got up from the couch. “It’s good you decided to stay in the land of the living! We thought for sure you were on the verge of going to the great cheese wheel of paradise and all. Aint that right Phlly?”

        Fievel nodded. “You took in so much virus that they had to give you a complete drain and refill.”

        Mickey rubbed his head....”That bad huh? OUCH! SNIT!” Mickey snapped as he grimaced from the pains in his shoulder....”This is going to take some rehab work for sure.” Mickey said as he looked at his stitched up shoulder.

       Tony walked up to the bed and gave Mickey a gentle kiss on his cheek. “So glad you beat that virus’s butt, Officer Mick. My life would have sucked so bad if you bought the farm you know? Ain’t that right Philly?”

      “He sat out in the reception room for hours and wore out the carpet.” Fievel replied. “He actually got all stupid and melodramatic, best wet drip performance academy award in history. I should have got it on my phone!”

       Mickey reached out a paw....”I’ve never doubted you had a good heart in you Tony. Thanks for being around for me.”

       “Don’t mention it flat foot.” Tony replied. ”Just please? Next time wear some body armor huh? Come on Fievel? Night’s still kinda young you know?”

       “Right behind you.” Fievel replied as he followed Tony out of the room. Seconds later....Minnie came out running after the two mice, grabbed one of Tony’s paws and collapsed to her knees in tears....

       “Yo! yo, yo, yo....Hey? Mrs Mick? Please? Please don’t bend down to me ok? I’m not Mouse Pope here!” Tony said shocked. “Please? Stand up Mrs. Mick? No need for this...really.”

        Minnie looked up...”You saved my husband....”sob”....I can never repay you...”

        Tony gently pulled Minnie up. “Mrs. Mick? Come on? I said your hubs is a “maximum swell”. All I did was call in a rash of favors, I didn’t give my blood to the cause but every mouse and rodent that came here? They came here because they know Mick’s good mouse material huh? Just don’t tell Officer Mick I did that for him? Don’t tell anyone about it. I’d rather....keep it way on the down-loadables you know?”

         Minnie cupped Tony’s paw in her paws and gently kissed him. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. You are just something Tony Toponi?”

         “Hey? Don’t let it get too loud that I’m a somethin you know?” Toni replied with a shrug. “It might just get me whacked.” Tony turned Minnie around and patted her rump. “Now get back to yer hubs? Spoil him rotten?!” As an afterthought....Tony slipped an envelope into Minnie’s dress....”And I do mean Mrs. Mick? Spoil his butt rotten.”

         As Tony watched Minnie walk back down the hall....Fievel gave him a stink eye...”Just how much was in that envelope Capi?”

         “Oh what the heck Five?! It’s a gift to a family in need, what the hell?” Tony snorted.

         “Excuse me?!” Fievel yelped back. “Financial tracker? Me? Every expenditure MUST be accounted for?”

         Tony shifted a foot over the floor....”It was a modest gift? Just....just four thousand Zoo bucks.”

         Fievel snapped! “What?! Four thousand?! That’s not worth four grand! I mean “spoil” doesn’t cost four fricken grand zoo bucks! Sheesh! Make the cop rich why don’t you?!”

        “Oh gawd Philly? Four grand is gonna bankrupt our whole gang structure? Don’t be such a silly skin flint you screwy mouse? Sheesh, you go bannana Joe crazy if I spent a buck you.”

        “Added to all the “favors” we gave out so we could get a ton of mice in here to give blood? Uh...hello? How’s Ten thousand grab you Capi?” Fievel snapped.

        Tony gave him a light kiss on the head...”Five? As I always say? When you lose your cool? You are so hot? I catch fire.”

        “Oh cut it out Capi and let’s ditch? I’m hungry.” Fievel said as he started walking for the front door.

       “You do understand Philly that this was called....”an investment” in our future right?” Tony asked.

       “I’ve never said anything you do leads us to destruction Capi.” Fievel replied. “I guess Officer Mickey’s worth the expenses.”

109 Williams Street
Suburb of Amberlin Lane, Rodentia
Apartment 309
8pm
July 16

      Jackal felt the touching of his mattress and his reaction was instant!

“Click!”

     He brought the mouse 45 pistol up and cocked before the intruder could react...with the predictable result...

     Alvin felt his warm piss flowing down his legs as the pistol end stuck into his lips....”Oh damn it!” The Chipmunk yipped!

     “Next time?” Jackal snorted. “You knock on my door....and you do it while standing to the left or right of the door frame...do you understand?”

     “Ugh....I do now?” Alvin said grimacing as Jackal reached for a towel on the floor. “Clean yourself up? And what do you want? Go sleep on the couch.” The rat snorted.

     “Just thought....” Alvin said. “Just thought that maybe you wouldn’t mind some company?”

     Jackal snorted....”I wouldn’t want you to think that you’re a whore.” The rat replied. “After all? “I don’t give a damn about your feelings. To me? You’re nothing but red meat.” Or....that’s what I gather from all your complaining.”

     Alvin sighed....”I thought about it....I mean? You’ve had plenty of chances to use me like a whore? I guess it would be my just deserts for being a stuck up dumb idiot who got himself and his family into this mess. To be honest? I’ve read you wrong.”

     Jackal waved a paw...”You’re getting Stockholm syndrome Alvin, you better back off now...go back to the couch.”

     Alvin rubbed his arms....”You? You don’t want a warm body in bed? See? I usually can’t sleep without something warm...like a heated bed bottle? Those silly red plastic bags? That?.....or Simon. Snuggling a pillow that doesn’t respond is kind of a drag.”

     Jackal slipped from his bed and grabbed his own underwear...”If you want to sleep with me? Then ok. But we sleep in our underwear and it doesn’t go any father than that. A little snuggling is fine? But nothing more.”

     Alvin played with his lips...”You?.....you don’t?.”

     “Do I have to talk slowly to you Alvin?” Jackal replied. “Shut the lips...get to sleep or go back to the couch.” The rat snorted as he rolled onto his side...”And please don’t be a buzz saw? You start snoring and I’ll slap you silly.”

    Alvin stood by the bed quietly until Jackal rolled back around...”What?!” The rat snapped.

    “I don’t have a pair of underwear?” Alvin replied. “I pissed in mine?”

    “Oh for the love of cheese nuts? Go get a pair from my dresser?” Jackal snapped.

     “You sure?” Alvin asked.

    “Will you just do it and stop yapping?!” Jackal replied. “Damn...do you know how annoying you Chipmunks are when you talk? What the hell? Does every Chippy have a cuke shoved up their butt?!”

     Alvin stood moving a foot around the floor....

    “What?” Jackal asked.

    “That?......That hurt.” Alvin replied. “Honestly? That really hurt.”

    Jackal sighed....”Alvin? Please? Just get a pair of underwear and come to bed? I’m sorry I was so harsh and un-caring....really.”

    Alvin walked over to the dresser, pulled out a pair of underwear and pulled them up....”Giggles....you’re fat.” He snickered.

    “And you’re a prize?” Jackal replied.

    Alvin slipped onto the bed...”You know? If you weren’t a gangster extorting me for money? I might like you better.” Alvin said as he lay with his paws folded on his chest. “Are you being honest? Did your boss really beat you up for saying no to him?”

     Jackal turned his head and opened his maw....”I’m missing three of my teeth. That’s only a “tame” example of Snade’s anger if you dare tell him no.” The rat said as he started to fall asleep.

     Alvin reached for and cupped a paw in his own...”You don’t mind if I just hold a paw do you?”

     “No.” Jackal replied. “Just don’t snore.”

Fouler Ave and Sennica Street
Suburb of Amberlin Lane, Rodentia
8pm
July 16

      Acres sat munching on a pretzel stick in the driver’s seat while officer Bertoltzer (A white mouse) sat in the passenger’s seat of Acre’s civilian car.

      Bertoltzer was a two week rookie right out of the academy and being pulled from basic traffic duty right into undercover work was for the young mouse a rush of joy and adrenalin....all evident in how hyper sensitive he was as he sat playing with his paws...

     “Bert? Cut that out?” Acres asked.

     “Sorry Sir.” Bertolzer replied as he groomed himself over his head...

     “And stop that too please?” Acres begged. “Sheesh rookie...do you want to find a cat house to get rid of those fidgets?”

     “I’m just...I mean....to be pulled from traffic so quick into “Uncle” (Under cover) work? I mean...thank you Sir! Thanks for having such confidence in me!”

     “Well temper your earnest desires Bert?” Acres replied. “I picked you because you got high marks in paw to paw combatives, which is what this is going to require. Plus? What we have to do is like...”Off the table”....so you need to keep your focus and obey what I tell you to the letter.” Acres warned with a paw finger wave.

     “Off the table?” Bertolzer asked.

     “Yeah.” Acres replied. “I was going to help Officer Oswald do this but since he’s in recovery...we’re doing a good deed which can not be “papered” or “recorded” at the precinct...you get it?”

      Bertolzer suddenly drew his service weapon and pointed it at Acres! “I knew it! You’re a mob enforcer! I read that book “Bad Cheesy Cop!”, You have the right to remain....”

     Acres snatched the pistol, pushed the slide back a bit, touched the magazine release button with his paw thumb and the weapon’s magazine fell to the floor of the car.

     “Uh?......Silent?” The young white mouse yelped....”Oh.....snit.”

    “Bert? Really?” Acres said smirking. “The Mafia? Sheesh...is this what we get from all you younger rodents playing video games all your lives instead of finger banging in high school?”

      Acres held Bertlozer’s weapon in his paws. “They should have taught you about our service pistols Bert? Push the slide back about an eighth of a mouse inch and the weapon won’t fire. You should have known that? And no...I’m not in the mafia. We’re doing a mother a good favor by saving her son from his gang buddies, this is not a sanctioned ZPD operation so it has to stay “Off table” got it?”

      Bertolzer nodded back....”Well? Since you put it in that case? What’s our role in this?”

      “You and I are going to rough up the package and make him piss himself silly. Then we’re going to drive to the Burroughs and turn him over to his family. I’m just waiting for some supporting cast members of this little production of ours.” Acres said.

       Bertolzer started to get jittery again....”Is there going to be some action? You know? Potential fist throwing? Are these dirt bags armed?”

       Acres snorted back. “And that behavior? Will get you killed. Just chill out and follow my orders rookie?”

       Suddenly....a tall female mouse came up to the car with another behind her and leaned on the car door...”Good evening. You look like a pair of fine delicious and beautiful rodents in need of a good time?”

       Bertolzer snapped back! “Boy did you screw up!” The rookie yelped as he pulled his “Nelly” (Non lethal Taser) from it’s holster. “You’re both under arrest for solicitation and pandering!”

“ZZZZZZ”......”YIPE!”

      Acres grabbed Bert’s tazer, tapped a secret switch and shocked it out of the rookie’s paws! “And that? Is something else you should have known about. We put those little switches in tazers to prevent rookies from doing dumb things...like shocking our contacts.”

     Melissa giggled...”Does he have a diaper on? Sheesh...the ZPD is recruiting pre-schoolers now?”

     “Oh....bite me.” Bert replied pouting.

     “Easy Bert.” Acres’ replied. “So you are Melissa?” Acres asked.

     “Mmmm...” Melissa replied. “My sister Maria, pleasure. So? We got a picture of the intended target. If you don’t mind us using our best stage act? We’ll set the pins for your balls.”

     Bert snickered...”I knew they were “toots” (prostitutes)

     “Hey?” Acres snorted. “Mouth shut. Attention span open.” He turned back to Melissa. “They’re not to be harmed right? That’s the word?”

      “Only if they get super stupid.” Melissa replied. “I think we can keep them well educated though? Right sister?”

       Maria smiled. “Absolutely. I figure maybe....another hour or so?”

     
Shakey Bakey pizza
Suburb of Amberlin Lane, Rodentia
8pm
July 16

       Tony sat nibbling on a slice of his favorite pie as if an orgasm was surging through his body....”Mmmmm....this is heaven.”

       “Ok?” Fievel asked as he swirled spaghetti around a fork. “What’s come into your brain again?”

       Tony wiggled his paw fingers...”Check this out Five? Mmmm.... riot scam.”

       “Riot scam?” Fievel replied.

       “ We cook up a disturbance yah know?” Tony said. “Some one pissed on someone’s motha? Cop used a little too much force? A defective big wheel caused a boo boo....you know? A whole bunch of young mice got pissed off. We put out an add on dark web say’in if ya want a new car? Park your old on in this street. We have our riot, the young mice go nuts on some cars, we get a cut of the insurance pay outs, everyone wins.” Tony sat confidently. “What yah think kid?”

         “Good idea until someone blabs.” Fievel snorted. “Way too complicated to pull off.”

         Tony frowned. “Yer a wet fricken blanket on my dumpster fire.”

         “You wanted my opinion Tone Tone.” Fievel said as he waved his fork and spaghetti in the air. “How much money do you think we have? A scam like that would cost us more than we’d rake in, we’re not a syndicate you know? Honestly.”

        Tony huffed....”We can’t exist on small fry stuff, pick pocketing, sexual extortion and I.D. fakes. We really need something that will get us noticed by a family...something earth shaking.”

        “It’ll come “Tone Tone” be patient ok?” Fievel asked. “By the way? Speaking of sexual extortions? When’s the next mark and we have another who missed her payment.”

         “A missed payment?” Tony replied.

         “Yeah....Miss Afil? The High School principle? You know? That really crazy kinky....”

         “She’s missed huh?” Tony snorted. “Well...if she’s got a legit reason? ok. Give her a week.”

          “Problem is?” Fievel replied. “She’s blown a month. And trust me, she’s made more than enough in the past month to pay us up.”

          Tony frowned. “Really? Then give her a “kindly” reminder. One chance to pay up or “flashing lights” and or...concrete shoes.” Tony said as he nibbled another slice of pizza...”And I think my riot scam idea is a “do-ah-bull” thing so we’re gonna try it out.”

        “Capi?” Fivel replied. “You asked for my honest answer?”

        “I just said we’re gonna test it out Philly.” Tony said. “Just one car? Just to see the viability of the theory ok? Chill out.”

       Fievel snorted...”It’s gonna flop.”

       Tony gave Fievel’s nose a light bop....”I’m the boss and yer my squeeze, end of discussion.”

      “Then you can go dry for a month.” Fievel said as he got up and walked for the front door...

     “Hey Five....wait up?!” Tony said earnestly as he got up out of his chair and suddenly a gun shot boomed out!

109 Williams Street
Suburb of Amberlin Lane, Rodentia
Apartment 309
9pm
July 16

     Jackal felt the snuggle hug on his shoulder and slowly moved to get Alvin off of him. The temptation was pounding his heart through his chest as he turned to see that Alvin’s underwear was slipped and wrapped around his ankles...

      Tempting...except Jackal slowly covered the sleeping chipmunk with a sheet and slipped off the bed. He was even more surprised to find his underwear still in place.

      Way.....way......way too dangerous. He allowed his desire to over run his wisdom. The rat walked into the bathroom and stood splashing cold water over his face as he fought his hard on back into his sheath...

      “Pheeewwwww.....” Jackal sounded to himself as he flopped against a wall...

      “Hey?! You in there?” Alvin’s voice suddenly called out from the other side of the bathroom door...

      “Snit!” Jackal yelped to himself...”Yes! Do you mind?”

      “Can you hurry up?” Alvin asked. “I’m about doing a dance out here.”

     “I bet you are....little prick teaser.” Jackal snorted. He opened the door to find Alvin standing naked in his face...

     “Damn it!” Jackal snapped. “Wrap a towel or hold the underwear on yourself! I didn’t tell you, you could “flop” in my house did I?”

     “Sheesh....such a prune.” Alvin yelped. “Thanks for being a concrete teddy bear.”

     Jackal grabbed Alvin and push him into a wall...”Now you listen to me you little Chippy fluck! I don’t want to get in any trouble! I’m being nice to you for my own reasons! You’re still nothing more to me than a fricken money bag, do you grab me?! You’re a bitch we can use and throw away any time we feel like it! That’s ALL you mean to ME!”

     Alvin frowned, grabbed Jackal....and pulled him into a kiss....a long kiss.....a long and very moist kiss....

     “Mmmmmm....I can take a hint you know?” Alvin said as he pushed Jackal away....”Like I told you before? I’m great at pulling off an act.” Alvin said as he pulled on Jackal’s arm and gave him a slight smile. “Now? Can I take a piss?”

      Jackal pointed a paw and frowned as Alvin slipped by him with a seductive smile on his face...

      “Sheesh n Smackers....” Jackal snorted. “He’s got split personalities, severe mood swings and he’s a hormone dam full of holes....ugh! We should have picked a better target!” Jackal sat on the bed as Alvin came out of the bathroom with a towel around himself...

      “What time is it?” Alvin asked.

      “9:18....what about it?” Jackal asked.

      Alvin sat and traced a paw finger over Jackal’s thigh...”Want a blow job?”

      Jackal shook his head....”No! No I don’t want a blow job! We still have time to sleep so....”

      Alvin rubbed his paw onto Jackal’s crotch....”I want a blow job?” The Chipmunk sighed as he gently kissed Jackal’s nose. “Never did it with a rat. Just curious if it’s better than Simon.”

      Jackal snatched Alvin’s wrists....”That’s enough! (panting) I said no! and I mean No! You’re not going to get snit out of it any way and I’m not going to have you act onto me like a dirty slut so stop it.”

     Alvin slumped...”I’m not attractive?”

     Jackal threw up his paws....”Ugh!....Will you stop it?! Sigh....You “are” attractive ok? Just.....that.....Oh, go back to sleep Alvin! Just....just go back to sleep please?! Please?!”

     Alvin frowned...”You invite me into your bed, you sort of treat me nice and then you push me away....make up your damn mind!” The irate chipmunk snapped as he got off the bed. “I’ll go sleep on the couch...you feel like a block of ice any way.”

     “You’re not going to get a rush out of insulting me Chippy.” Jackal replied.

     “Oh.....go jump in a lake dufus!” Alvin snapped back as he walked out of the bedroom and jumped onto the couch! “Fine! Sleep by yourself! I was only being charitable because you’re such a sad sack!”

      Alvin flopped onto his side and soon he was asleep while leaving Jackal tossing and turning till midnight.

89 Shaddy Lane
Jinxy’s Auto Emporium
9pm
July 16

       “Come on there mousey? You can do this faster you know?” Jinx the cat said as he watched Salvino pull a car engine over the stock storage floor of Jinx’s car dealership and repair shop. Now the car engine in question is a mouse car engine but that’s no different in weight to a small tween mouse like poor Salvino who struggled in his feral form to pull the truck engine to a slot on the “ground floor” of the stocking rack. Certainly the slick linoleum floor didn’t help matters....

       “Ugh! (panting)” Salvino flopped onto the floor...”Can I rest a minute?”

       Jinxy picked Salvino up under his stomach and gave him some hard swats on his behind with a news paper!

“THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!”

      “OW! OW! PLEASE?! NO MORE!” Salvino screeched! His rump was still tender from the vicious beating it got from the enraged Tony Toponi....”OW! (crying)

       Jinxy held the crying young mouse face to face...”Now you listen here mouse? You’re the one who stole from Tony Toponi, you made your bed and now you gotta lie in it see? That means you miserable little “meece to pieces” that you bust your hump till I say you’re done bustin yer hump! And you ain’t done bustin let me tell you....”

      “But I’m really, really sorry! (crying) I’m tired! My legs hurt!” Salvino squealed.

      “Then I guess yer done then.” Jinxy said as he dangled Salvino over his open maw and licked his chops....

      “NO! NO PLEASE!” Salvino screamed as Jinxy lowered him into his mouth and held him still as he squeezed Salvino in his jaws...”PLEASE! NO! (crying)

      Jinxy pulled Salvino out...”My word kid, you are such a whiney little bitch, really? You won’t take responsibility, you’re a craven little coward, did you expect any kind of mercy for being a little bastard thief? Tony could have killed you but he’s a gangster with a heart who really hates to do it...especially to little piss pots like you. Take your medicine, show some real remorse for your crimes and move on with life...otherwise? You’re a “Whores dover” or whatever that stuff you call “finger food” is in French.”

       Jinxy placed Salvino on the floor. “Now get back to pulling that engine before Pixy or Dixey find you slacking off.” Jinxy said as a small mouse car came rolling through the front door “pet flap”

       “And speak of the little devils?” The grey tabby cat said as he turned to watch the car stop at the foot of his counter...”Ah my little haters to pieces, what have you got there boys?”

       “Evening Jinxy!” Pixy said as he came out slapping the hood. “Like this one?”

        Dixey gestured. “A “ree poe” who failed to make his monthly protection money. We took the car before the cops showed up. Unfortunately? The shrew decided to take the easy way out. I don’t know how he got hold of the M-80. Rodents should never play with fireworks, they’re dangerous.”

       “I bet.” Jinx said as he picked up the car and studied it...”Fair condition. Has some miles on it and the paint job needs a touch up. I’d say oh....a grand at the best?”

       Dixy pulled a book from his back pack. “According to my Nelly Blue Book there Jinxy? That car should return us fifteen hundred at least.”

      Jinxy snickered...”And then you have my usual fees and so forth for a “hot car”...”

      Dixy snorted. “It’s not a “Hot car” if the owner bought the farm. Trying to shuck us like usual...”

     Jinxy bent down and poked Dixy in the stomach...”Ok then? We’ll try it this way? I’m a cat and you’re mice. A grand is fair...we’ll just make little Salvino over there work it off.”

     Salvino collapsed again just before he made it to where the engine needed to go which got Pixy and Dixey running behind the counter...

      “Sheesh Jinx? What the hell?” Dixey yelped as he pulled Salvino into his lap. “You trying to kill the little guy?”

       “What?” Jinxy snapped back. “You told me to make him work off his crimes against Tony right?”

       “Yeah.” Pixy snorted. “Work! Not torture. And what the hell? Have you been spanking this kid every minute? His rump’s red as hell.”

       “Well he slacks off ok?” Jinxy snorted. “You guys are too soft some times for your own good. The kid’s a thief, he deserves nothing.”

        Dixey picked Salvino up...”He still deserves some mamality you dumb cat. Sheesh were you going to snuff him before he paid his dues?”

        Pixy petted Salvino’s tired face...”It’s ok kid, we’re taking you to bed. You’ve done enough tonight”

        Jinxy threw a paw...”You two are a couple of soft nuts. You totally ruin my faith in the criminal enterprise, I get more excitement pawing myself these days...”

        Pixy snickered. “You know how to paw off? Fricken amazing!”

        “Oh fluck you, you little dirt rodent.” Jinxy snorted back. 

a mile from Shakey Bakey pizza
Suburb of Amberlin Lane, Rodentia
9pm
July 16

       Tony sat breathing heavy and shaking as Fievel stuffed cotton into the hole made in Tony’s left ear by a gun pellet....
 
      “Capi?” Fievel said as he gently shook his boss and lover...”Come on Tone, Tone...don’t go into shock...”

       Fievel laid Tony on the ground, elevated his legs and rubbed his chest...”Come on Tone Tone......Tony?”

       “Did you nail the clock sucker?” Tony asked as he started coming back to reality.

       “Yeah I did....bastard.” Fievel said as he cupped Tony’s face in his paws. “That was fricken close. He was a little piss ant too. Good thing he was stupid enough to “cop” me a fricken dumb ass puss so I knew he was up to no good.”

        Tony reached for his ear....”Fluck....that almost nailed my nog.” He said wincing. “I need to lay here for a second ok Five?”

        “Well you can’t because the cops are showing up down the street and we need to get home like yesterday before they start searching. I hope Mister Balino don’t rat.” Fieval helped Tony to his feet...

        “Any idea who may have sent that little dick?” Tony asked.

        “Maybe the jilted mouse who gave you a blow job in the park that one time.” Fievel joked. “But no...I have no idea. I couldn’t stay to ask any ways? I.....I kinda blew his brain all over a wall.”

        “Yeah....I rated his performance a negative six. I was talkin about the blowy rodent.” Tony said as he gently kissed his younger lover on the head...”Once again Philly? You saved my ass....thanks a lot.”

        “You’re gonna owe me whips and chains for this one Tone Tone.” The younger mouse snickered.

         “Yeah....” Tony replied. “I knew that was coming. My fault for eating at a place with no security cameras. Easy place to get whacked.”

         Fievel sighed...”Our worry will be any cameras outside but I did my best to cover our faces as we got out.”

         Tony tried to stand up but flopped back onto his butt....”Ooof! That took a lot out of me.”

          Fievel pulled out his smart phone and finger dial’d...”Pixy? What are you doing right now?” Fievel asked.

         “Baby sitting....why?” Pixy replied.

         “You need to come down to an alley on Fawnfeather Ave and pick up Capi. He escaped a whacking a few minutes ago.” Fievel said as he hugged Tony...”Hurry up? Chop chop....the cops are all over the place.”

         “On my way!” Pixy replied.

Blueberry and Market Street
Suburb of Amberlin Lane, Rodentia
10pm
July 16

       Martin Brisbey handed the young rat a plastic dime baggy containing the sky blue “product” inside...”Trust me....this is the serious knock out bomb and this little bit will go a long way, hell you could probably pop ten “cunts” before you completely run out so don’t go too crazy and waste it on two or three.”

      “That good?” The young mouse replied. “And they won’t remember a thing right?”

      “Yeah...” Martin said hitting the mouse in his chest with an open paw. “They won’t know what hit em except the pain in their crotch. It’s high grade, wouldn’t steer you wrong.”

        “Thanks much!” The mouse replied as he walked off....

        “Hmph.....they get dumb and dumber every day.” Martin snickered.

        “You slipped em “the cut” right?’ Martin’s “Sqee” gang banger “tag” asked.

         Martin produced the pure high grade “Bambi” from his coat pocket. “See? Can’t wait to hear what happens the first time he tries a panty check the dumb pile of rodent snit.”

         Zane (A gray blue and brown mouse) nodded with approval. “You’re doing pretty good tonight Marvin. You keep topping these scores of yours and the boss will make you a block captain for sure.”

         “I hope so.” Martin replied. “I am so sick and tired of being a “foot flunk” I mean look at the bottom of my feet Zane? I got blisters topping my older blisters I walk so much. I deserve a car, and no snit box mind you, I mean a real nice street cruiser so I can range out.”

         Zane took a hit off a vape...”Heard your mother moved.”

        “Yeah...”Martin replied. “I think she went to the Meadows. Good too, I was getting real tired of her complaining and “cramping” me out. She kept saying she loved me...well if she loved me then she shouldn’t have tried to “shackle my Kackles” always talking about keeping me down while she fawned over my little bitch brother mister sweet and neat. I’ve always wanted to pound the silly out of that little snit, just never got around to doing it.”

         Zane suddenly stopped in his tracks and slapped Martin in the chest....”Dude?.....Look at what’s coming down the street?”

         Martin turned his head to see a sweet female mouse. Her head tuft flowing over her shoulders like a radiant water fall, her eyes a sweet seductive light blue and her fur fluffy and gorgeous to the eyes...

        “Mmmm....good evening Miss?” Martin said as he worked to pour on his charm. “It is a beautiful warm night isn’t it?”

        “And just who’s asking?” Maria asked as she stood with her paw fingers gently brushing her lips.

       “Oh....she's a player and three quarts!" Martin thought to himself. “Well?" He replied. “I'm Martin and this is my friend Zane and we're just taking in this excellent night. Aren't we Zane?"

      “Oh yes indeed." Zane said smiling. “Yes we are."

      Maria leaned in towards the two male mice..."You boy's? You.... wouldn't know the score of the game would you?"

      Martin caught it....she was looking for dope. “The score's pretty good on our side." Martin replied. “We have an ace pitcher and he is sooooo blue and cool you know?"

      Maria gave Martin a wry smile..."How about a discount for a ditch tour?" She said softly..."My sister and I are in heat and we need our ditches plowed by two fine pieces of equipment you reach me?"

      Martin shook his head wildly...."The fluck?!"

      “Do I have to speak louder and plainer shug?" Maria replied. “We wouldn't want to bring the cops down on us would we?"

      A brush of her paw fingers under Martin's chin and the portly teen mouse thumped a foot and almost lost his tongue..."I.....I.......ma ma ma Jehosafat jumps!"

      Zane however....scowled...."Yeah right...beat it before you get into trouble there Shylock!"

      Martin snapped..."Zane?! What the fluck?!"

      “What the fluck me?!" Zane replied. “Don't you see what she's doing? Damn thinking with your stupid dick again...she's pulling a shuck on us Martin! Free sex for what....she's gonna take us into an alley or a shack and we'll get jumped! She's gaming us.....bite my cock sister!"

       Maria pulled out a huge wad of cash! “No! You eat my tail hole you silly little no dick flucker! I could just as easily pay for your whole hold tonight right now but I figured that since my sister and I are in dire need of tension relief and you two look like a pair of honest and cute young rodents that you'd enjoy a little fringe fringe bonus but noooooo....the fluck you? Is on you."

     Maria started to storm away pissed off which left Martin seething and broiling untill he slapped Zane off the head..."Now look what you've done you silly idiot! You blew a sale!"

     “Damn it Martin! She's pulling a schuck!" Zane yelped!

     “Nu shu shu shu shu....." Martin replied. “You stupid, stupid weasel dick idiot!" Martin pushed Zane back and ran to catch up to Maria...."Hey! Hey wait! Wait!" Martin caught up to the angry female mouse waving his paws...."Please? I'm sorry my companion was such a stupid dick wad, really? Please? We misjudged you so bad...I'm sorry."

       Maria stopped and frowned. “You little friend is a cunt."

      “Yeah....he's a stupid dumb ass who thinks he knows everything but he's very careful, you gotta be out here...I mean....how can we be sure you're on the “lev n lev" here?" Martin said and asked as he clasped his paws together...

      Maria didn't say anything...she just pointed. When Martin followed the pointing paw finger....his eyes came face to face with a naked Madonna...

      Maria's sister Melissa stood at the corner of a building across the street...with nothing on but a pair of pink ankle socks. She seductively rubbed her paws against the side of the building...her eyes slitting and batting seductively and her mouth moving and quivering as if begging Martin to run at her...

    Zane's mouth gaped as he walked up next to Martin and froze like a statue...."I'm ah.......I'm ah........I'm aaaaaaah...."

    “Yeah...." Martin replied as his body shook. “Yeah....I feel the same."

     Maria leaned over Martin's shoulder with a sly look on her face. “ Hmmmmm?....you want to fluck her pussy?"

     Martin's breathing was heavy, his lips smacking as Maria gently rubbed his shoulders...."You want to have both of us?" Maria said softly as she waved the wad of cash before Martin's face...."huh?"...."Sell us all your stock and leave us wet and used on the alley floor? Mmmm...fill our desires and craving you sweet rodent you...."

     Zane suddenly felt Maria's lips on his neck..."I'll over look your impudent behavior you little ass hole if you can satisfy my desires? What do you say now?"

      Zane couldn't answer....and he was too “hooked" to notice that Maria had deprived him of his cell phone. The mating urges of both male mice teens went into over drive as they began to walk towards the alley where Melissa was still dancing naked before them...playing seductively with her long tail as she rubbed it between her legs and masturbated her clitoris with it.

       “Sigh?" Melissa said as she slowly walked away from the two horny rodents..."Mmmmm....sister..."She said warmly..."You found two very virile males...I love the big one." Melissa said as she gestured to Martin. “You can have the small one..."

       Maria wasted no time....she snatched up Zane by his waist, put him up onto a pile of grocery crates and started pulling his clothes off!

      “Oh fluck!" The male rodent teen yelped! “Martin?!"

      “Let her do it dude!" Martin replied as he wrapped his arms around Melissa's body...."Mmmm...flucken sweet...what a score this night is!"

       The larger male mouse allowed Melissa to throw him to the ground and strip him off his clothes..."Mmmmm....You want to use me you big stud of a mouse?" Melissa asked. “Mmmm...you want to make my pussy a sopping wet cum river?"

     Martin panted and noised as Melissa started to suck on his dick. “Oh gawd mammal!" He yelped as he looked over to see Zane getting his tail hole licked out by the other crazy female mouse..."Mmmm....this is the best flucken dream of my damn life!"

     Suddenly....the business end of a pistol thumped Martin in the head and the cocking hammer sounded in his brain!

     “And this is where the dream ends you little fat mother flucker!" Melissa snapped as she got up, picked Martin up off the ground and threw him into a line of garbage cans!"

      Zane snapped back into reality! “I KNEW IT! YOU FLUCKEN CUNTS!" The young mouse screamed as he tried to reach for his clothes only to get pistol whipped in the head and brutally kicked in his nuts!

     Maria picked up the brutalized Zane and threw him head first into a storage drum as Melissa grabbed Martin and hog tied him like a steer for slaughter! “Did you enjoy your time there you stupid fat little mother flucker?!"

    “YOU BITCH! YOU FLUCKEN CUNT!" Martin snapped as he struggled! “I'LL HAVE YOU KILLED! YOU'RE DEAD YOU BITCH!"

     Suddenly a car pulled into the alley and two rough looking mice popped out with pistols in their paws..."Nice catch girls." Acres said as he walked up to where Martin was. “We only need this one." Acres signaled to Bertoltzer and his white partner walked over to the storage barrel where Zane lay inside and pumped six shots into it from a pistol!

     Good thing for poor Zane they were paint balls. But he was going to be welted like hell come the morning.

     Acres snatched Martin by his head tuft....”You done pissed off the wrong mice there you little fat snit.” Acres snarled. “We’re talking you on your last ride fat ass and trust me? It’s going to be a long ride to hell for you there....Frisky buffet special.”

     Acres forced a rag into Martin’s mouth and he and Bertoltzer carried the screaming wiggling rodent to their car where they chucked him into the trunk and slammed the hood down on him!

end of chapter 10