Disclaimer: Batman Characters © Dccomics
Anthro versions © Spug. This fic is for entertainment purposes only. Free to
distribute but not altered in anyway.
Pairing: PenguinxVentriloquist (Anthro)
Rating: NC-17
The Ventriloquist: Had those glasses not been so thick, one might have
witnessed the blink of defeat in the tiny mouse’s blue eyes. A nose was wiggled
as Arnie looked between the two pair he had in his hand and then to Mr.
Scarface's complete and under fold that had already been tossed on the table.
"At
this rate, I'll be c-catching a cold." Wesker had to chuckle though, even
as he first took the dummy's dusty pinstriped hat off it's wooden head and then
reached down to tug his own belt out of its loops before letting the item drop
to the ground next to his chair. Five Card Draw, no wilds. They sat at a round
table at the far end of the club. There was a nice jazzy tune playing, sifting
around a dance floor barren of dancers. There wasn't too many occupants being
that it was late and most of the drunks had drifted off home already. They'd
been playing for twenty minutes, you guessed it, strip poker.
The small
rodent ventriloquist had already lost his bowler, outer tux coat and his bowtie
and he now had that belt to add to the pile.
"Yer
fuckin' cold? If I had galls day'd ge recedin' right now. Sumone wanna turn up
dah heat?" Wooden arms were crossed over a still clothed chest, but
Mr. Scarface was lacking pants. ( why they came off before his hat was
just that kind of question.) A cigar was rolled in the birds direction. "Aight
Peck-Peck deal dem again, though I'm kinda hopin yah do win, 'cause I really
dun wanna see you naked!"
Wesker adjusted his frames before tossing his poor hand into the pile on the table. "I c-can't believe I'm doing this..." ah but the mousy smiled. "..how did you talk me into this again?"
The Penguin: Victory never tasted so sweet. The pompous bird was
really on top of his game tonight, or lady luck was just smiling down on him.
Though Oswald had always thought himself a better poker player then the rest of
the Gotham heathens he usually associated with, he would still find himself
loosing to that dirty hyena of a joker with his cheap tricks. Now though, he
was eyeing that mouse almost in a predatory manner as he watched the belt come
sliding off.
"Fear
not my dear rodent...the cold will not be of consequence to you soon
enough." Because the images of Arnold naked were already putting a burner
to that cold blooded creature's heart and then some. He had laid down his hand
with a squawk of delight. In the course of the game, Oswald himself had only
lost two hands, thus having removed his top hat, and outer black tuxedo jacket.
Left in the black tuxedo pants, white shirt, and suspenders, Oswald was leaning
over that table smirking as flippers
captured the cards once more and he began shuffling the deck.
"Oh Scarface,
seeing me naked won't be the only thing you witness if I win the next few
hands." Was that a threat? More like a promise, and it was clearly
directed to Arnold, who after asking such a question, only received a chuckle
as Oswald dealt him five cards. "Does that answer your question?" He
pointed a free flipper in the direction of three bottles empty of their scotch
on the table beside them.
"Either
that...or you just cannot battle against my irresistible charms." A wink
beneath that gleaming monacle was made before he took his hand and inspected
it.
The Ventriloquist: A bit of red flushed under the rodents white furred
cheeks at almost the same time the puppet started gagging. "oh god,
don't even tell me dat! Dummy yah getter chunk me across dah dance floor!"
Arnold gave
Oswald a long look before his shifted his gaze between his avian lover and the
bottles. "Yes.. uh that might explain it oh dear.. Oswald.. we're in
public." He looked down to the puppet. "Don't worry Mr. Scarface, I'm
sure we'll at least go somewhere."
The mouse
shifted a little bit out of nervousness and a bit more out of .. erm murr well.
So much alcohol and the birds lechery grin did things to him, loosing his pants
in the next few rounds would probably be a relief. Though.. he wasn't sure he
could put.. a public show.. past Oswald Cobblepot, right now, Arnold Wesker
didn't know as he reached for his and the Dummy’s cards. He glanced his own
over and then changed out three. Scarface did the same, let out a curse
and folded again! But this time, the mouse let out a slight squeak and
his little tail and ears perked.
"Well..
Heh." Free hand spread the straight of hearts, 7, 8, 9, 10 and Jack out
for the bird to see. "I just might take those suspenders from you, dear Oswald."
And the mouse grinned lightly.
The Penguin: It was almost as good as getting that mouse off,
pissing the little dummy off. He smirked wider as Scarface complained over the
thought of him touching "his dummy." Oswald couldn't even begin
to describe what a joy it was to send that rat into a mood.
"Awrk
awkr awwrrkk. Yes, listen to Arnold, Scarface. Don't worry about a thing."
He chuckled as he proceeded to inspect his hand. Hrm. Not bad...not bad. A
pair. With Scarface folding, he assumed Arnold hadn't done much better, that
was until he saw the flush. His own face would have flushed if he could have,
when he threw his own less impressive hand down.
"..Mphm.
Sneaky little mouse." Was muttered as he reached to snap those suspenders
off one by one. A little sigh of relief was given almost as some of the
pressure on his weight was relieved, reaching to once again shuffle the deck.
"Hrrrm. But Scarface you really are stinking it up over there. It's a good
thing you weren't carved in complete anatomical correctness, or you just might
be quite embarrassed." The bird picked up his hand he dealt himself after
handing five off to Arnold, and instantly smiled inwardly.
Oh yes.
Aces!
The Ventriloquist: Ooooh, was that a slight smirk on Arnie's face
as he watched Oswald snap off his suspenders? Indeedly it was! Scarface snorted
at the bird and threw his unlit cigar across the table. YES THAT COUNTED AS A
CLOTHES ITEM! "Yah you just keep on talkin' 'n' one day Imma get
datt strap-on 'n' some supah glue 'n' no goil ge safe."
Arnold
rather banked at that statement so much he almost dropped his fresh hand.
"Mr..S-scarface, really... that's.." The small mouse shook a bit in
disgust. He glanced at his cards. Hm. Only had a pair of queens. Maybe he could
bluff it. Scarface rummaged over his cards, and this time just threw them back
down on the table.
"What
dah fuck is dis, some kinda penance for all dah times I cheated? God
dammit."
" It's
just not your night, Mr. Scarface." The mouse patted the Dummy's wooden
head and then laid down his pair. "Well Oswald? Do I take off my shirt or
do you?"
The Penguin: The pair of queens was all to appropriate. Oswald's
pair of Aces went sliding down right over those two royal ladies and he snapped
that beak in delight.
"...Mrrr. I believe I am clearly going
to be staying quite clothed. There's no reason to be ashamed of showing a
little fur now, Arnold. And as for you, Scarface, any more talk of your wooden
strap on and I may just be sick. Really. You might as well just give up on this
game because clearly even Arnold is fairing better then you."
The penguin
reached to scoop up all the cards and shuffled them quite slowly as he
anxiously watched the mouse deal with the lost article of clothing. Oh yes oh yes
oh yes. He tried not to make it too obvious just how wonderful the win was
really, but he did show those dangerous teeth nicely as he finally dealt out
five more cards to each.
"You're nearing the end of your rope
Arnold. Soon I won't have anything keeping me from pouncing you right on this
very table."
The Ventriloquist: No shame in showing a bit of fur, eh? Well one had to
remember, this was Arnold Wesker. Yet, a couple bottles of liquor and
that sharp sharp beaky smirk was enough of an urge that he didn't turn too red
this time. White button down shirt was carefully well… unbuttoned and
slid off slim shoulders. He had to slip Scarface(who was currently giving the
Penguin the bird. Oh the irony.) off his right hand for just a moment to slide
the item off completely. He also removed Scarface's own white collared shirt,
and the rat dummy was officially out, being he was now naked.
"It
ge worth it tah see yah glow chucks! 'n' I'm out, 'cause I anit tossin' inna
leg iffa I loose again!" Wesker slid Scarface back on his hand and
then reached for his cards. Yet, when that last statement left the birds
naughty beak, every exposed inch of his white fur that had previously been
nice, slickened flat from his clothes puffed out and a small squeak left him.
"D-don't
tea-" He caught himself though. "Not in p-public, Oswald..." Oh
god his pants were really starting to hurt. With a flicker of ears the mouse
picked up his hand, switched out and then looked back up at the bird. He had
three kings.
The Penguin: That kind of a hand easily trounced Oswald, who's
stride was broken as he switched out three times as well, all equally ending up
with a complete waste of a hand. Had Scarface given him his bad luck when he'd
gotten out? It would almost seem that
way. Curses. The mouse puffing out like so had made him so pleased with
himself. Not in public? Not in public my ass. Or shall we say Arnold's ass.
But now,
seeing that he'd obviously lost in the current round of poker, the Penguin gave
another squawk of indignance and threw down his lousy hand.
"...I
bet you think you're just so clever." Perhaps Scarface's worst
nightmares would be realized after all, and Oswald would be the first one
naked. He reached up and carefully undid the buttons on his white dress shirt
one by one, until that broad chest and round feathered stomach were all
revealed. He refused let defeat win him over though, so his chest was puffed
out with pompous pride, before he shuffled the deck once more and retrieved his
newest hand. "Hrm hrm hrm..."
Better,
Better... A card
was switched out, only one!
The Ventriloquist: Those think frames were almost conceivably the best
poker face. Hidden eyes and the mouse's usually stoic expression, oh yes. Not
that Arnie was honestly any good at the game, Maybe all the booze they had
consumed had dampened the Penguin's usually winning streak.
Not that either of them were winning now. It
was a dead even match! Down to britches. Ears flickered forward as Oswald shed
his button down and the Ventriloquist broke another smile. The birds tummy was
soft and he wondered if a nap would be better then finishing the game. Mice
like soft places to curl up on. A twinge in his pants reminded him that now was
not nap time, and a gag from the naked puppet had him picking up his fresh
hand.
"Guuuuuh.
Why dah hell are we playin' dis fer anyway? Gotta rememger dah golden rule,
don'ts play pokah wit out some green on dah tagle. " The Rat dummy
leaned in on Arnie's cards and then let out a chuckle. "Ahaha.. yer
ass is gare, gitch." Wesker wiggled his nose at the Dummy and
sighed before laying his three tens on the table.
"A-alright
Oswald. Just don't knock the table over on me..."
The Penguin: True, his monacle only hid half of his eyes, but Oswald
had developed a good poker face of his own. It was his fine breeding...or at
least that's what he'd tell you. He snapped his beak with delight as he
listened to Scarface recite the golden rule of poker playing. True--what good
was it without cash? Well, in this case, getting Arnold naked was just as good
if not...dare we say...even better then walking off with a fat stash of cash.
However,
whatever incentives Oswald might have been playing under, he waited anxiously
for the mouse to reveal his hand. Now truth be told he was a little nervous,
unsure if the two pair he had would be enough to get that furry white ass in
the palm of his flipper. However, Scarface seemed to prematurely spoil the
surprise! Fucking rat, always ruining everything! But his moment of annoyance
quickly past as with elated delight he slammed his two pair down.
YES. Not
only had he won.. but he'd won. In the end they'd both be naked
sure...but.. mmmm. He let out a delightful coo as he leaned over the table, and
sighed.
"...Oh don't worry, I can control
myself. it's practically just enough for me that I won in the first place.
But...seeing your tail and more is a nice bonus." So while he said
he wouldn't knock the table over on him...he didn't say anything about not..
knocking it over. With a push of his elbow, it went careening to the floor and revealed the bird from the waist
down now, a very apparent erection in those black tuxedo pants as he created a
full view of the mouse.
Later on, they could play nude 52 card
pick-up!
The Ventriloquist: Ah but dear, dear Oswald! Your eagerness is a little
to early! Wesker squeaked is surprise as the table was knocked over as the
cards went flittering all over the ground. Well with the table out of the way,
there was no way to hid the fact that the mouse himself was supporting more
wood then what was on his naked hand. (Naked as well!)
"Argh!" Scarface screamed
and pushed his wooden paws into his glass eyes. "Goddammit I dinna
wanna see dat!" Wesker stood off his chair, but by the time the rodent
was to his feet he had a small smirk on his face.
"B-but
..Oswald... You haven't won yet.."
Oh? Free hand snapped down to the tuxedo
trousers button and flipped it loose. Zipper was tugged down and those tuxedo
pants made a -wooph!- as they hit the floor. Ah, but if the bird was hoping for
a show of soft mouse fur and hard cock, he'd be disappointed.
A pair of black boxers clung to Wesker's
pokey belly and waist. "You uh.. have to get these off first..."
Scarface uncovered one eye to bust out laughing.
"Ahahaa... I didda see dat one comin'
smooth Dummy! Gut dah cards are ovah dah floor. How's yah supposta play anoder
hand?"
Wesker
stepped back, tail swishing and slid behind the chair. "Well?"
The Penguin: Obviously Oswald was NOT pleased. the look on his
face was just priceless though, beak hanging open as he stared awaiting to get
that wonderful piece of Arnold revealed to him...yes oh yes.. not won? Psh! Of
course he-
--WHAT THE FUCK
were THOSE? Boxers. BOXERS. Of all the things in the world. He let out a
frustrated gasp of breath as he battled with the fact that Arnold was both
pissing him off to no end by duping him, and the fact that watching him get
undressed had only proceeded to make him harder. How could he hate and want
something all at once?
Oh believe
me, it was possible. His first instinct was just merely get up, swoop down on
that mouse and give him what's coming to him accordingly. But! He had
more class then that at least. Which was why, as Arnold presented the challenge
and Scarface dually got a laugh at him, the bird slowly was reaching for
something.
One...two...Yank!
He had taken his umbrella and first knocked over the chair Arnold was standing
behind, and leaning forward looped the handle of the umbrella on Arnold's
boxers. All it took was one swift gesture to bring that mouse face to face with
him, or.. really... crotch to face with him.
"...Ah
ha ha ha...You're just so cute when you think you've outsmarted me." And
with that, the umbrella proceeded to yank downward and drag the boxers with
him. Oswald's eyes rolled up to Arnold as he chuckled. "Though I must say
you do look quite hot when you smirk like that. Mrrrr."
The
umbrella was discarded, and flipper went straight to the exposed area massaging
and caressing.
The Ventriloquist: For Arnie's
defense, he honestly didn't think he was so smart after all. Mr. Scarface
reminded the mouse ever day that he was nothing but a 'sniveling, no-granier',
but opted, being a rodent, he was owned his little bouts of cleverness. Wearing
boxes though, wasn't something he'd officially planned to doped Oswald with, he
just didn't like the feel of tuxedo fabric rubbing against his cock.
A small
squeak left the rodent as the chair was slapped over with the umbrella,
followed by a higher more alarmed trill as that expensively polished
(and often dangerous) handle snagged into the waist line of his boxers and he
was promptly tugged toward the bird.
"No I!
Uh.." Wesker began, but all manner of speech was lost as that sharp beaked
smirk leered at him and Oswald mercilessly tugged those boxers to his thin
ankles. Immediately that hard pink mousy cock sprang free and Wesker both
shivered to the cooler room air hitting it and the fact that he was now -naked-
in public. "Oswald....ohhh!"
The panic
wasn't allowed to settle though, not when that flipper closed around the item,
causing both a gasp, a flicker of that naked tail, and a murr to escape all at
once. White furred hips jerked involuntary and Wesker bit his lip, flushing
brightly under his albino fur.
"Ughhhh!" Almost forgotten
in the moment, the puppet (Also naked in -public-) let out a groan and tried
bating the Penguin's flippers away from its 'dummy' "STOP DAT! I'M STILL
'ERE! GOD DAMMIT!" It's attention would soon turn to Wesker. "THROW
ME, YAH TUGGY GASTARD! I DUNNAWANNA GE A
PART OF DIS!"
Oh but
Wesker couldn't manage the strength at the moment to toss his homophobic side
out of viewing range, not with that flipper making him feel soo good.
The Penguin: Hm, while one woody seemed to be happy, the other was QUITE
displeased by Oswald's actions. The Penguin could have cared less though. He
was living for the sight of that color beneath pale fur, the flickering of that
naked tail and the sweet like moans and squeaks the mouse issued. The bird
finally dropped the umbrella as if it meant nothing at all to him, and as if
Scarface didn't even exist, pulled that mouse in close by his free flipper,
which came around and fiercely groped the furred rear end of the rodent.
Oh yes...public. .hrm. People could certainly
notice, though half of the bird wanted to take the Mouse right as he stood.
However that seemed like a stupid course of action. If nothing else he could try
and conceal himself fucking Arnold into next week. The penguin finally made a
move to stand, though still holding firmly to the mouse's erected cock. He
licked at that beak eagerly, looking into the other creatures eyes as he
muttered.
"...I could take
you right here.. and right now...or perhaps you'd be so kind as to lean up
against that wall over there and let me have at you a...mrrr...bit less
publicly."
Because he wasn't
patient enough to have the mouse redress and them both go to a private room.
Heavens no! Just the right amount of alcohol and lechery had this penguin in
the perfect mood to go beyond the rough ass grope he made to the mouse to
accent the end of his statement. And as for Scarface?
"...You may want to get rid of our little friend as
well. Apparently he doesn't like the idea of what usually follows strip poker." A
dark chuckle followed as he casted a gleaming monacled glance Scarface's way in
amusement.
The Ventriloquist: Less
Publicly, but still Public, and the display hadn't gone unnoticed. The few
drunkards, along with the bartender, left in the dwindling night club had all
ceased what they were doing. A few stared in disgust, while others licked their
chops and nashed their teeth in envy. The Rat dummy let out another growl of
disapproval as Arnold was tugged closer. Fur brushed feathers as the bird
stood. Flipper and erection to brush that still clothed one of The Penguins.
Umph! Wesker rolled his eyes into the
back of
his skull for a moment
under those glasses with a mix of emotions. Lust, panic. In Public, they
were in Pub –
"Oooh!"
Another high squeak left him as that flipper gripped around a plump plush ass
cheek and gave that possessive squeeze. Naked pink tail swished and brushed the
groping hand as Arnie pressed forward. His maw scrapped over the top of
Oswald's beak as he groaned and wiggled.
"You
dioty fuckin' pervert, Getta fuckin' room. Dummy don't you give in tah him!"
Scarface might as well have been talking to the wall Oswald was hinting for. A second later, it would
be Arnold's pile of clothing it could curse and mutter into, because the mouse
jerked his arm and tossed the naked wooden seething wood into the discarded
items. "Ah Fuuuuuuuuck!"
It was the
ass groping that finally convinced the rodent he'd rather have it here then
wait for the car or a room. A paw dragged out of the pooled pile of boxer and a
fluffy inner thigh rubbed against the Penguin's still clothed hip.
"W-walll!"
Arnie finally gasped as both arms curled around the birds neck and a cute tongue trailed the smooth
polished surface of that dangerous beak. Mgh. Oswald made him do such terribly
embarrassing things, humiliating things, and yet, made him want to do them,
because it felt good. Through his glasses (which were now getting quite fog up)
He could see the creatures still staring at them, and he wondered if they would
watch the whole show. Goodness, if this got out, the papers, the media, The
SNICKERING at Arkham!
The Penguin: Oswald was indeed showing his true colors as having a quite
perverse side. He didn't seem to mind such an extreme PDA, nor the fact that
the mouse was completely exposed to everyone in the place. And of course they
should be jealous looking on. Both parties were about to equally experience a
great deal of pleasure.
The bird let out a cooing approval as Scarface landed
unwanted, just like the clothing was at the moment. Even if it took extreme
lust to reach Arnold on a purely intimate level and have him all to himself for
a moment, it was completely worth it. He let out his own gasp when he felt his
clothed erection being touched and grazed. Oh but you know you want to give
in. I certainly do. He thought eagerly as he heard Scarface's last attempt
to keep Arnold from completely giving into the moment. But it was all a waste,
as the two bodies were now making a clear cute way toward that desired wall.
Only stopped with that warm tongue being trailed over his beak, the bird
practically flew with delight at the wondrous little gesture.
"...Awwrrkk...Oh yes!" Shaking his head from a
slight daze, Oswald finished waddling to the darkened corner where he turned
Arnold to face from him and pressed the mouse's belly and forward area to the
wall, completely exposing that plump rear. The sound of unzipping was made as
Oswald revealed his well sized darker length, very firm and erect with
anticipation, precum having already formed. He reached out and pushed those
cheeks open with flippers after he'd given his own length a brief spit
lubrication.
There was to be no more foreplay then whatever his flipper
would do to Arnold's cock as he rode him. They'd teased each other up into a
practical frenzy.
"..god dammit, you're just so.. fine.. ahhh.." A
loud gasp followed as he plunged himself deep into the mouse, burying his
entire length into the tight and eager animal beneath him.
The Ventriloquist: At least Mr.
Cobblepot had the funds to back up any kind of conspiracy this might cause.
After all, he was Oswald Chester Fucking Cobblepot, Gotham cities most prized
(and feared) rich beast. If he wanted to fuck his lover against a wall in club
he probably owned anyway, so be it! Wesker continued to murr all the while he
was backed up to the wall. He could vague hear Mr. Scarface's voice grumbling
and bitching from the pile of clothing (even if it was him throwing the voice
after all) he couldn't make out a word of it.
Bah, the
rat dummy had ASKED to be thrown. At least Mr. Scarface wasn't going to be
pressed up against the wall with the mouse as Oswald yiffed him into next week.
Speaking of being pressed up against the wall..
Wesker felt
the coolness of the partition rather then saw it. The smooth painted surface
slid against his soft white belly fur and then against his nose as he dragged
his face sideways to rest his ear and cheek against it. Mismatched paws splayed
to the flat surface as slim legs shifted willingly for his lover.
Hell, that whip like tail even curled up against his spine and out of the way.
A moment ago he'd been stifling about the display in public, now he was
practically beggaring with body motions. Beggaring that would quickly spread to
his dainty little maw as he felt that sizable spit lathered erection pressing
to his asshole.
"Yessss
plea-" The murr quickly turned into a squeak as he felt Oswald's cock
shove up into him. Less romantic and more animalistic, but that was something
Arnold savored about the bird. His cultured savagery!
Body spazed
at the penetration and muscles tightened instinctively around the hilted cock.
"Ohgod!" His own erection wept considerable to the feeling that
coursed his small frame. Everything disappeared at that moment. The club, the
audience, even Mr. Scarface. All the mouse cared about right now was the bird
pressing against and inside him.
The Penguin: This was moment that was brief and yet on Oswald could
always dwell on, because of it's uniqueness. He knew soon enough they'd
both be cumming and it would end, but for now, he relished in the feeling of
his cock deeply penetrating the other, snapping his beak together fiercely as
he pulled far out and then returned another deep thrust directly back in.
Oh he was savage
indeed, and so much so that the looks they received from others were either
easily ignored or more fuel for him to go harder. Yes, it was a sad moment for
Scarface who was clearly long forgotten and probably not going to be happy, but
Oswald was willing to take the full blame for this one. He'd wanted Arnold, had
been hungering for him for almost a week actually, and the opportunity had opened.
Like the shrewd and successful business bird he was, he took that opportunity
with vigor, and was now taking Arnold right from behind with that same amount
of enthusiasm.
People were always surprised how easily the bird could seem
so refined at times,
and then ferally hungry or aroused the next. Arnold was
receiving the full brunt of it, as his cock thickly pushed in and out of his
raised ass, flippers caressing the mounds of muscle flexing flesh and fur
eagerly. One flipper did curl around and capture the mouse's pink erection
though and began pumping it a bit, though it would stop when he grew closure to
coming, he knew that.
"...Mrrr. I just LOVE when you say please
Arnold. Always.. awwrrrk...So polite. Ohhhh!" He groaned as a particular
thrust sent foreign shivers up the arctic bird's body.
The Ventriloquist: Mm yes,
Scarface would be having wooden kittens for the rest of the week. He'd probably
break Arnold's nose or bust his lip, but Arnie always had those warm feathered
arms of his Birdie lover to curl and weep his dismay into later.
And it ..oh
yes.. it would be worth it. It was worth the stares (and the occasional
readjusting in pants) they were getting from drunken strangers in the club. It
was worth the wrinkles in the clothing, and it was worth it just to feel and
hear Oswald as he thrusted viciously into his ass, nailing that one spot that
had the mouse squeaking and letting out even more spouts of 'P-please!"
and "Yes!" Because of course, Arnold was always polite, even when
being fucked against a wall. He always aimed to please after all, or took to
please, which ever was the case here.
The flipper
pumping his own weeping cock helped him to a quicker release. It was all it
would need to be, a quick, hard romp after a well played game. A few more quick
hard thrusts and the mouse let out a high squeak and spazed against the
wall. Hot spurts of liquid splattered against flipper and wall accordingly.
Muscles clenched around that bucking cock.
"O-oswald,ohGOD!"
He came so hard his back thighs and tail were left trembling. Face flushed
utterly red under that plush, and now damp, white fur.
The Penguin: The game had
been played well, by professionals who knew just what to do when the chips were
stacked high and the prize was too good to pass up. Oswald was certainly one of
those characters, and he savored every moment as he now road that rodent allll
the way home in a victorious squawk of pleasure.
As his
rounded feathered hips worked his cock in and out of that tight little
entrance, he pushed the other creature even more onto the wall and nibbled with
that beak playfully at the nape of his neck and ears with sweet heated murmurs
of. "Mmmrrrr.. so niiice..awrkk!" And when the mouse came...? Bliss
in the palm of his hand, feeling the other tremble beneath him and the hot
liquid all over his flipper. With the other's release came that delightful
squeak and the harder clenching on his cock that pushed ruthlessly in and out
of Arnold.
"O-ohhh
AH! Soooo tight..God you’re so hottt..uhhnn..I-I..I'm gunnaa.." Rarely
would the bird speak with such bad English. Only in the heat of the moment did
he stutter and squirm
in his
words and body. But Arnold had him more in the palm of his hand then he
realized! His thrusts were at an all time high speed and finally, the bird grew
closer..closer..until he let out a rather loud gasp and chirp of ecstasy when
his orgasm came and flooded through him and right into that sweet awaiting ass
he was buried into.
The two
bodies were pressed sweetly against the wall as the bird made one final
triumphant thrust in and left his hot seed splattered through and through.
Monacle had fallen off by this time and the penguin merely nuzzled his face
into the back of the mouse’s neck, gasping. "Ohhh myyy.."
The Ventriloquist: There was
that fine line when it came to a frenzy fucking. Where the cultured civilized
parts of their brain forgot they were cultured and they were reduced to the
mere beasts that made their bodies reacted to each other in such a way. In
turn, Arnold had no repercussions or dismay about Oswald's loose tongue when he
was buried deep inside of him.
Nor was
there any recollection of the jealous onlookers or the still gripping Mr.
Scarface. Nothing but thrust and withdrawal as the mouse finished off his own bliss in time
to feel his avian lovers own cascade into orgasm. The heat of his feathers, the
slid of beak against his ears and neck, all of it was very nice, but the only
thing Arnie could truly concentrate on at the moment was the area between
his thighs, just under that curled up tail that was stuffed with hard cock over
flooding. Hot white washed inside and the rodent spazed against the wall.
Murring loudly and panting to the feeling. The final thrust was much
appreciated and was even pressed back into as they collapsed against the
wall.
"Mmm
O-Oswald." Wesker panted against the smooth and now sweaty surface he was
pressed into. "T-that was a reallly goood game." He'd lost, but then
again, with how the Ventriloquist felt at that moment, he was a really good
loser, and felt like he'd been giving a prize that was better then the joy of
victory. He had to savoir it, and since the bird had yet to pull out, Arnold
was just going to stay there, cuddled against wall and soft feathered felon.
"Goddd I love you." He murmured.
"God
dat's gay. Are you two done YET?" A muffled in clothes voice echoed
from behind the pair. Wesker was a good loser, the Dummy was not, nor was he
really patient either.
The Penguin: It was rough,
dirty, hard, and perfect. Oswald couldn't have had it better, as he felt the
animal beneath him finally quiver and squeak loudly, and soon his own orgasm
rush over as well. He thrust himself deep into the other making sure he got
every little bit of himself in. After all, despite how dirty and public they'd
been, they were not about to leave a single trace of their moments together.
Well, a bit of Arnold’s sweat did get left on the wall, but hardly noticeable!
That beak
curled into a dark smirk as he listened to the Mouse's stutters of
appreciation. "Mrrrr. It really was a good game. I think we'll have to
play it more often." He gave the tip of Arnold's ear another little nip
and sighed contently. "Though...perhaps in the privacy of our home."
If ever
they played strip poker without the worry of other's watching...things could
happen that would probably make the rat dummy sick to his termite infected
little stomach. The deviant penguin wrapped both arms around the mouse's waist
and cuddled back into his warm little body. "I love you too..." Was
cooed back gently, before the sound of Scarface's voice interrupted their
intimacy.
"Oh
Scarface, we'll never be done." As he said that, he gave one last surprise
little push in, and then slowly removed his length. "You're just going to
have to get a better poker face from now on." Ohhh irony.
The Ventriloquist: The rodent
would savior such moments as this. (Even with his less-gay, and far-more-bitchy
side gripping away from the pile of clothes.) Just resting against the wall
with the avian buried to the hilt, enjoying just a few moments of after glow.
With a beak nuzzling his ears and those soft soft feathers, it was easy to
forget they WERE against a wall in a public club. "Mm." The mouse
murred to the last little thrust before Penguin pulled away. "Y-yes, more
often."
Hell maybe
even as SOON as they got home if this mood kept up. Wesker reached up and
adjusted his glasses before slipping off the wall with a little groan. He did
his best to ignore the stares of the other occupants, even if the flesh under
his white furred cheeks flushed a bit.
"Hahahaha.. yer funnah yah know dat?
Stoopid gurd-grain, Dummy come over 'ere 'n' pick me up!" Arnie gave Oswald
a nod as, with a wonderful throbbing to his rear end, stepped lightly over to
the pad of clothes and pulled the naked dummy up.
"I'm sorry Mr. Scarface."
Wesker said, but he said it with a smile.
"Yer
Gay, dats what yah are. 'N' I dun need a getter Poker face, you two jist need
tah get with money 'n' not yer cocks!"
"Maybe next time we could play something a little less risque
then strip poker. Maybe Go Fish or Old Maid."
"Yah
I see dah possigilities of dat. 'Go Fish fer dah Ace in yer gritches, or
someone's wearin' a gurtle..' Now shut up 'n' dress me!" Wesker
sighed, but instead of putting the clothes back on the puppet, he sat Mr.
Scarface down in Penguin's abandoned chair and smirked lightly at the
bird.
"One
more game, Oswald. That.. card pick up.. if you get more cards then me, I'll
come play a new game ever night all next week." And with that, the mouse
scampered for the deck. Ahah, cheater!
The Penguin: There was no
possibly way he could have won. Arnold was a mouse for Christ sakes, and moved
faster then the waddling bird could ever hope to. Going to cheat my little
rodent? Two could play at this game.
The penguin
only chuckled and bent down to swipe up the Ace of Clubs that was nearest to
his foot. And he waited.. waited until Arnold collected every single one except
that ace. But what had he been up to while Arnold scampered about.
"..Mmm.
53 cards. I believe I've won." The bird had produced a spare deck he'd
brought along and in his hands held more cards then Arnold. He tucked
the cards away and picked up his umbrella, smiling. "Don't worry about it
Arnold. I'll make sure we have lots of tea and whiskey every night...and lots
of lubrication."
The Ventriloquist: "God
damn, 'n' I thought I cheated a lot!" Scarface remarked as Arnold
stared at the bird for a moment. A spare deck.. why the ..utter cleverness!
Ah the
mouse finally just shook his head, picked up the dummy and all their discarded
clothing and slipped free arm into free arm. "I just can't beat
you.." He said as they headed for the door, dangling clothes in front of
naughty bits, but still naked, followed by stares.
"..but
I'm a good loser."
The End