tofi's trail

The door is already wide open, music blaring out into the early October night. Light bathes the pathway up to the house in bright yellows and oranges. Shadows shifts inside, moving in pace with the thumping of the music.

Still, Litzi considers ringing the doorbell. He has always been taught it's the polite thing to do, and he has been trained rigorously to be polite at all times. He stands on the stairs peeking in past the door frame, trying to see if he can spot anyone familiar that might solve his dilemma. It is Litzi's friends who convinced him that he should come to this party in the first place anyway, when Litzi himself always will prefer staying at home or go to the library.

Earlier in the day, Minn and Rae had been over to Litzi's dorm room to pick out an outfit for him, but the two girls had headed off to class, leaving him alone to fret.

Litzi is shoved to the side, as a group of young wolves come up the stairs. Litzi apologises quickly, stepping up and pressing against the wrought iron banister. He traps his tail between his legs, making sure it doesn't flick forward and get in the way of them, or the otter that follows in their wake; only one of the wolves spares him a glance, quickly raking their gaze over his body. It makes Litzi far more self conscious than he already is.

Minn and Rae put him in some of the tightest clothing, yet at the same time the loosest, that he has ever worn. His top is sleeveless, with a deep cut that shows a fair amount of his chest. It clings tightly to his waist, accentuating how slender yet muscular it is. Around his chest it hangs loose. With the way they shift in colour and pattern, and how it shifts from loose to tight, it almost looks as though he is wearing a corset.

Litzi has never worn that specific top before, it’s something that Rae had brought from her closet, or borrowed from someone. He can't quite remember what she had told him in this exact moment. He also has never worn such poofy trousers. The thin fabric blooms out around his legs in ripples, with sections of compact yellow and sheer black. An orange scarf is wound around his head, embroidered with red thread. Although Litzi does like a spot of brightness to his clothes, with the bright colours of his current clothes contrasting his shimmering black and white scales, he feels like a canary bird, and not a hoop snake.

"Not going in?" a soft voice asks, and Litzi startles at the sound. He turns his gaze down, to look at the mouse that stands bathed in the light from the house, their head tilted up and to the side as they look at him. The mouse is dressed in whispy clothing, making them look a bit like a ghost, with the way the thin fabric waves in the wind. Litzi feels his cheeks flush, and nips at his lower lip with his teeth.

"I, uh, yeah, I guess." For a moment, he just blinks slowly, processing his words. Had he just said that he isn't going in, or that he is? "Uh, I mean, I'm going in," he adds, under his breath. The mouse chuckles, one delicate claw touching the side of their upturned mouth. Still flustered and embarrassed, Litzi slips inside, his slender snake form easily allowing him to pass between the people gathered near the door.

He delves further into the house, shooting embarrassed glances over his shoulder as he enters what he assumes is the living room. The mouse is nowhere to be seen, but considering how short they are, they could be just on the other side of the person next to him and Litzi wouldn't know.

"There you are!" Litzi hears a voice call, and his head perks up, looking around. He spots Minn's horns first, jewelry sparkling in the lamp lights. He pushes through the crowd with some apologies, and finds his two friends by a window. Minn, a gazelle decked in red and gold colours, has a cup of punch in one hand, and her other arm wound around Rae. Rae, a lion with a lovely ginger mane and a green dress that reaches their calves on, has a cup of their own in hand. They look a little flustered, but that is normal for Rae, who seems drunk way quicker than they actually are. "Don't got any punch yet, Litzi?" Minn wonders, before she nods toward a doorway different from the one Litzi entered through. "It's delicious, go try some."

"Ah, sure." Punch. Party punch was a thing he isn't used to, but sometimes Litzi does drink together with Minn and Rae, to make sure he is used to the buzz and knows his limits before he goes out to party. Like today, this night. Something hard is pressed against his chest, and Litzi hisses at the cool touch. He looks down, and saw Rae press their cup against his hide. "I'll get you some too," he nods, and the lion gives him a brief smile.

Rae isn't much of a talker. This is a result of them being more or less completely deaf after some illness. Rae isn't inclined to talk about it since it had been so devastating to their social and family life, so Litzi doesn't actually know all the details surrounding it. Minn knows, since she had known Rae since before Rae lost their hearing, but she respects Rae's wishes to not talk about it, and Litzi doesn't pry.

Rae is also a bit of the brusque sort, which Litzi doesn't mind, because they aren't the pushy sort of brusque, like some other people that Litzi knows or had known. He doesn't mind their abrupt gestures and silent requests, and since he is already going to find the punch bowl, he can bring some for Rae as well.

Litzi winds his way through the gathered crowd of dancing people. Though ''dancing'' is a generous word for it, since they are mostly just bouncing in place, throwing their arms around and rubbing against each other. It isn't really what Litzi would call dancing, but it is apparently what it’s supposed to be, he had been informed at another house party early on in the school term, when he was still getting to know Minn and Rae.

It’s easy enough for Litzi to slip through the gaps created between the shifting bodies. He is slender and slippery, which is a fairly good combination with weaving through crowds. On his way he apologises as he brushes up against people who barely seem to notice him. They are caught up in their fun, too intoxicated on the freedom from tests, papers, and parents to care who was touching them.

After a few minutes of tangling through the crowd, Litzi reaches what turns out to be the kitchen. There are large bowls on a kitchen island, bottles lining the counters around the room. A big hand-written note is taped to the freezer, simply reading ''ICE'' in pointy sharpie lines. A few people are in the room, chatting and drinking, swaying to the music in a less erratic way. They don't take notice of Litzi.

Litzi puts Rae's plastic cup on the counter and reaches for a fresh one from a toppled stack. The handle to the ladle he grasps is sticky, and he cringes. He pours punch into one cup, then the other. He obliges when some people stumble into the room and ask him to pour them some too. When he lets go of the ladle, he can feel the liquor pull at his scales, and he winces a little at the unpleasant sensation. He brings his and Rae's cups over to the sink, where he washes his hands. He only, when looking for a towel to dry his hands on, realises that there is no towel around, and he has to wave his hands to flick water off of them and let the draft from the air dry them. He feels incredibly silly doing so, and he feels as though the people by the counter are laughing at him. He tells himself that they aren't, they'd already been laughing about things before he went to the sink after all. They aren't even paying him any attention, he tells himself, which only settles his nerves a little bit. He picks up the two cups and darts out of the room so fast the tip of his tail flicks against the doorframe.

It’s a relief to return to Minn and Rae's sides, and Litzi sinks back against the window beside them. Rae sips their drink with a content look on their face, and Minn has her arms folded over the lion, having pulled them to stand in front of her and lean their back against her chest. Her chin rests against the top of Rae's head. "You look flustered," she remarks, peering over at Litzi. Litzi picks at a loose thread in the scarf he wears.

"It's just really warm in here," he comments, sipping at the fruity punch. And it is. He doesn't like the cold, it makes him drowsy and tired, but it’s practically steaming from all the bodies pressed together in the house. It has to be a safety hazard, but who is he to tell how many people are allowed in someone else's house. The glass surface of the window feels slightly cool against his back from the outside air, but warm enough from the inside heat to not make it uncomfortable through his top.

"Hmm, well, I guess. It's nice, I think." Minn dragged her hands over Rae's belly, and from the expression on Minn's face, Litzi assumed that she could feel Rae purr. "But I'm used to a warmer climate than this." She draws Rae's empty cup from her hands and puts it on the windowsill. She waves as Rae drags her out among the crowd to dance. Litzi watches them for a few minutes, until they disappear almost entirely out of view, only Minn's horns visible over many people's heads. He empties his own cup, and slips back to the kitchen for a refill.

It’s more crowded this time around, and Litzi waits for the crowd to thin out so he can pour himself some more punch. His cup is pulled out of his grasp, and before he can say anything, he has it pressed back between his fingers, refilled. He looks up, and sees the bare-chested grizzly with the ladle wink at him, a strange sort of arousing smile on their face. Litzi blushes, and darts back out of the room, flustered.

He stumbles right into a hippo, spilling half of his drink over them and their floral-patterned shirt. The hippo doesn't seem to notice the pink stain, only the body against theirs, and their large hands are on Litzi's sides, pulling him into their firm and bulging chest. "Wanna dance, slinky?" Litzi stammers, and is pulled deeper into the crowd. The hippo's grip is tight, the person clearly drunk. They lean their face close to Litzi's, and Litzi feels the alcohol on their warm breath. "Wanna make out?"

Litzi feels his face burn. He stares at the hippo, who wobbles and watches him with intensity, and drunk-wavering eyes. Images pass in front of Litzi's mind, and he blushes more and more. He’s just about to say yes when the hippo abruptly lets him go, grasping at another body. For a moment, Litzi feels silly. He stands still, flustered and aroused. He then hurries off, less smoothly slipping past people on his way to another room that isn't as full of people and body-heat.

He finds himself upstairs, where the music isn't as loud and the crowd isn't as thick. He finds the bathroom, where he sits on the cool porcelain toilet for a few minutes, simply allowing the noise from the party to fade away. The sound of the water running in the sink is what he focuses on. It’s a strange thing to have as a calming mechanism, but it’s an effective one. He has been doing this for years, listening to the sound of rushing water to ease his nerves. After a while, he is able to push aside the embarrassment and after relieving himself and washing his hands, he leaves the bathroom.

The grizzly bear from the kitchen is right outside, fiddling with their phone. They are not only bare chested, Litzi can now see, but their legs are mostly bare as well, with only a pair of jean shorts covering up their privates and thighs. They look up from their phone, as though knowing that they are being watched, albeit accidentally, and meet Litzi's gaze. "Oh hey, you're the punch guy." Litzi feels his face flush again.

"Uh, yeah, I," his forked tongue flicks out nervously, wetting his lips. "I am, yeah. L-Litzi, though. Is, uh, is my name."

The bear nods, tucking away their phone. "Nice meetin' you, Litzi. I'm Simon." They nodded toward a sofa settee by the stairs. "I've been up on my feet for all day, wanna sit down and chat?" Litzi nods, and mentally tells himself off for nodding too abruptly. But the grizzly bear only seems amused and good natured about it. Simon ushers a few people aside to give them some space to sit next to each other. It’s a bit cramped though, and Litzi blushes at how his thigh presses against Simon's. Simon radiates heat, and not in the sticky, uncomfortable way that the crowd downstairs do. The arm that Litzi feels against the back of his neck as Simon reaches his arm against the backrest is an added bonus as well, the fur tickling Litzi's sensitive scales.

Simon is an ancient literature major, which Litzi didn't expect at all. They are the same age, too, though Simon has attended the university a few years more than Litzi has due to being a ''gifted child'' as he said his parents had called him. He was just hard-working though, he said, as he didn't want to disappoint his family, particularly his grandmother. He was studying ancient literature now, as a sabbatical before going to medical school to pick up a role at his family's hospital. Simon looks more like a sports buff than a book nerd, but apparently he isn't even interested in going to the gym or working out. Instead, he’s more like Litzi, in the way that he prefers going to the library to read. He tells Litzi that he'd actually spotted him in the library on several occasions, but hadn't managed to go up to him to say hi. He doesn't like being disturbed when he’s reading, and has a tendency to assume other people are the same; in Litzi's case, that’s a correct assumption. Apparently, while Simon attends house parties to make his friends happy, he had also hoped to get a chance to talk to Litzi, and is glad that he finally had been able to do so. Litzi is, too. It seems they had a lot in common, particularly in terms of taste in books. It is something that Litzi never really gets the chance to talk in-depth about with Minn and Rae, and he is very happy to talk about it with Simon now. And ancient literature is something that Litzi was interested in as well, even something he has been considering applying to once he finishes his English lit. studies. It’s up in the air between ancient lit. and foreign lit. and he can ask Simon about both, as Simon knows a fair bit about both.

The night passes by in an intensely focused blur. Even more so when Simon's hand shifts to wrap around Litzi's shoulders, where it rests for a long time.

And then Litzi sees Simon stare at him with a surprised look on his face; Litzi realizes what he had done. He had asked Simon if he could kiss him. Litzi shoots up, apologises pouring from his lips. Simon's hand closes around Litzi's wrist, and it’s a gentle grasp with that fuzzy hand. Simon looks up at him with a soft look in his eyes. He guids Litzi back down into the sofa, which is more spacious than it previously had been. The people that had been sitting right next to them had left. "Yeah, you can kiss me."

Litzi blushes, licked his lips nervously, and he leans closer to Simon. The kiss is hesitant, but long-drawn. Litzi relaxes into it. It isn't exactly Litzi's first kiss, but at the same time he isn't used to kissing other people. The grizzly bear's lips are large and soft, surrounded by tickling face fuzz. His large hand strokes Litzi's neck gently. Litzi leans closer, pressing his lips to Simon's more closely. Simon parts his lips and presses back, his tongue sliding against Litzi's. Litzi opens his mouth to allow Simon's tongue inside. He lets out a low moan as Simon's tongue runs against the roof of his mouth.

It isn't that Litzi hasn't kissed another person before, but there’s something first-kiss-like about the kiss. The slowness of it, the soft solidity of the large hands touching him, how questioning and warm it is. It gives that sort of butterflies-in-your-stomach sort of feeling that comes with being near or thinking about a crush. Simon's tongue is large against Litzi's own, which isn't very broad in contrast, but it’s very long. Litzi's breath grows heavier, his skin feeling as though it’s a bit too tight. He hisses as Simon's large paws run up his sides, one accidentally catching under the hem of Litzi's top and drawing the thick pads on his paws against Litzi's cool scales. Simon pulls away, murmuring an apology. "I'm sorry, I'm being too forward."

Litzi shakes his head, vigorously. "N- no, not at all, it'ssss, s-sssometimes, I hissss when I'm feeling niccce." He blushes at his words, and Simon, after a few moments, seems to grow bashful as well, perhaps catching the implication in those words. He scratches thick claws against the back of his fuzzy head, and his gaze locked with Litzi's.

"In that case," Simon smiles, looking more uncertain than Litzi have yet seen him. "Would you like to continue in a more private location?" Litzi blushes. Simon's blush intensifies. Litzi nods.

The hall by the stairs where they sit is mostly unoccupied at the moment, but there are still plenty of people around. Litzi isn't looking at the crowd however, instead staring at the large furry hand wrapped around his own delicate and scaly one. He can feel his heart pound in his chest, and if it wasn't for how he is a cold-blooded creature, Litzi would be sweating buckets.

Someone else's bedroom is probably not the most polite place to take refuge in, but Litzi follows Simon's lead, and enters a room with a large bed with two bedside tables and a messy spread. Somebody has probably already used it, Litzi realises, and that only makes his heart beat even louder in his ears. Simon fusses with the linens for a few minutes, straightening them out so they aren't quite so bumpy, before he sits down. Litzi sits down beside him, his hand on top of Simon's. It feels incredibly bold to touch him like this. Intimate. Way more intimate than kissing.

Simon turns, leaving his hand underneath Litzi's. But he raises his other hand, and touches it to the side of Litzi's neck. His thumb brushes against Litzi's jawbone. Simon's breath comes in close, brushing against Litzi's face. Litzi's eyelids lowers to lay half-covering his eyes. Simon's kiss is tender. First, it’s just a soft slide of lips against lips. Simon turns his hand, grasping Litzi's with his own. Litzi gasps then, and presses his lips a little more firmly to Simon's. The kiss deepens, tongue sliding against tongue. Litzi hears Simon moan, the vibration of his deep voice sending shivers through Litzi's body. Feeling oddly brazen, Litzi shifts, lifting himself into Simon's lap. He takes Simon's other hand in his own, grasping them both tightly as he seeks to make the kiss even deeper. Simon nips at Litzi's bottom lip, and pushes firmly back into the kiss. Litzi rocks his body forward in response, feeling emboldened. He hears Simon groan.

When Litzi glances down, he sees the bulge in Simon's jeans, a large growth drawing the fabric tight. Litzi, flustered, gasps for air and briefly breaks the kiss. His gaze is drawn back down to Simon's bulge. He’s sure he can see it throb, straining to break free. "Can I..." Litzi swallows, looking nervously up into Simon's eyes. "Can I s-ssssee?" Simon swipes a hand over his mouth, covering his bashful expression. Litzi instantly misses holding the hand in his. Simon nods.

So Litzi shifts, sliding backward along Simon's large thighs. Simon's hands grasps Litzi's waist, giving him support so that he won't fall off of his lap. He searches for the zipper, and hears Simon groan as his hands brush over the bulge. He glances up, and he bites his lip at the intensity in Simon's eyes. Litzi looks back down to focus on his hands. The zipper is a little hard to pull down, but after a few seconds Litzi manages. He can see red briefs hug the bulge, and a dark spot on the fabric. His own arousal throbs in his underwear. He moves on to undo the button. When it comes undone, Simon lets out a relieved sigh. The stain in the red underwear spread as the fabric stretches, and the bulge grows, now that it has more breathing room.

Litzi moves his hands to Simon's waistband, and he pulls at the white elastic. He forces himself to breathe, when he realises that he’s holding it in anticipation.

The cock springs free, flicking drops of precum at Litzi. They hits his bare chest, and they both blush in reaction. Simon raises one hand, brushing the drops from Litzi's scales with an apology.

They are silent for a few minutes after that, Litzi staring at the large ursine cock.

It’s the only thing moving in the room, save for the rise and fall of their chests as they breathe. Litzi's fingers are still curled around the elastic waistband of Simon's briefs. His fingers twitches a little. He looks up at Simon. "Can I touch?"

Simon nods. "Yeah, you can. Can I see and touch yours?" It feels far more embarrassing to be asked that, than it does asking it, which is a little strange. But Litzi feels his cock twitch in reaction, and he agrees. "Yesss-s." Simon finds the strings that ties together Litzi's trousers. He undoes them with a little bit of a hassle while Litzi sits still, allowing Simon to undo the strings. He gets it, the lacing is a bit tricky. After a couple of minutes, Litzi feels the trousers loosen at the waist.

Simon's hand dips carefully beneath the waistband of Litzi's trousers, the back of his hand going first and his claws drawn up to not scratch anywhere. Litzi whimpers when he feels the coarse fur at the back of Simon's paw brush against his scales. With slow motions, Simon finds the elastic to Litzi's briefs. The sensation of the fur scratching gently against Litzi's skin draws a pleasured hiss out of him. Litzi grasps the fabric of Simon's underwear tightly in his grasp. Simon's fingers wraps around the base of his cocks, and Litzi is moaning beneath closed lips as Simon pulls his hemipenes free.

They aren't even half of Simon's size, though side by side they seem able to compete in girth with him. Though only barely.

Litzi is pulled forward, sliding along Simon's thighs. His cocks bounces, and he can feel the wetness of precum run along one of them down to the base, where his underwear sucks it up. Simon kisses him. His hands are firm on Litzi's back, pulling him close. Their bodies presses together, Litzi's slender one curving against Simon's broad form. Litzi hears Simon whimper, as one of Litzi's cocks bumps into Simon's. Litzi wants to hear that sound more.

With one hand, Litzi loosens his grip on Simon's briefs, and he moves it blindly until he feels his knuckles brush against something wet and warm. His hand closes around Simon's cock. He’s able to wrap his whole hand around it, but it’s a bit of a challenge. His fingertips does overlap, but just barely, and only because he has long fingers. Simon gasps into the kiss. Litzi shifts a little, until he feels his cocks rest on either side of Simon's cock. Litzi rocks gently back and forth, his cocks sliding against Simon's. His fingers seek out the dripping precum soaking Simon's cock head, and slides it along his shaft. Simon lets out soft gasping chuffs into Litzi's mouth. Litzi hisses out quiet moans.

One of Simon's hands remains at Litzi’s back, fingers curling against the fabric of his top. His other hand shifted in between their bodies. His hand closes down the tips of Litzi's cocks, just barely managing as the heads only just pokes out beyond Simon's own cock. It isn't much, but the stimuli of the coarse paw pads against Litzi's cock heads feels divine.

It’s a bit bumpy, their hands knocking together on occasion, but they find a pace. Their bodies are rocking up against the other's, their lips barely leaving enough space to draw proper breaths and they have to get used to breathing through their noses, their hands seeking to pleasure the other while still holding on tightly. Litzi is shivering, and he can hear in Simon's breath that he, too, is shaken by their intimacy.

Litzi is surprised when Simon lets out a moan, and heat washes over Litzi's hand. Startled, he breaks the kiss to look down. Simon is cumming all over himself, and over Litzi. Litzi's face burns with arousal, more than anything else. He whimpers, and the intensified pressure of Simon's palm against his cock heads makes Litzi whimper as he comes, spurting strands of more white cum over Simon's stomach. Litzi thrust his head forward, catching Simon in a new, heated kiss. Simon wraps both arms around him again, pulling him closer. Litzi can feel Simon's chest muscles against his own chest. They topples over in the bed.

Their breathing is rough, but Litzi isn't the only one unable to pull away for a proper breath. They lay on the bed, kissing and panting, cocks wet and twitching between their bodies. Litzi can smell Simon's sweat in the air, mixing with the smell of sex. He still feels those butterflies in his stomach.

There is the sound of a phone, and Simon groans, pulling one hand from Litzi to grope around in one of his pockets. He shuts the alarm off, and finally breaks the kiss. Litzi instantly wants more, but doesn't try to take it. "I gotta leave if I don't wanna get in trouble for breaking curfew," Simon explains with a groan. Still, he lays in the bed, brushing his fingers against Litzi's back, just beneath his top. Litzi recalls Simon mentioning that he’s living with his aunt and uncle while attending university, and something about a midnight curfew.

Although wishing he didn't have to, Litzi rolls off of Simon, and onto his back beside him. "I don't want to get you in trouble," he says. Simon turns his head to look at him. He brushes the back of a finger against Litzi's cheek, and pokes the tip of his nose. Litzi feels himself blush. It’s such an adorable gesture. Simon pushes himself up, looks around, and reaches over to one of the bedside tables.

"You better call me though, your highness. Cinderella's gonna wait expectantly." Litzi felt the butterflies flutter in his stomach. He nods soundlessly and accepts the note. Simon winks at him again, the way that he had back in the kitchen downstairs. "I'll see you later," he says, tucking his cock away while leaving the room. Litzi’s whole being feels flushed with arousal and expectation.

A voice startles him out of his afterglow. "Having a good time?" Litzi shoots up, looking around wildly. He sees the mouse that he had met at the front door earlier in the night, the one dressed in whispy white clothes. They look at him, with an intensity that feels much more intrusive than the one Simon had looked at him with. He tucks away the note, blushing as he realises that his cocks are still out, and he quickly tucks those back into his trousers as well. There is no hiding the cum stains, though. "Uh- I- I guesssss-ss-s," he lisps, nervosity making it worse than it usually is. He busies his hands with readjusting his headscarf and hair, trying to not look at the mouse. The mouse smiles. The bed bounces as they jump up next to him.

And jumped really is the right word to use, since the bed is almost as tall as the mouse is. "You need help with those stains?" they ask. Litzi looks away from them, pressing a hand over the stains in a vain attempt at hiding them. "Don't be embarrassed, lots of people hook up at these parties. And I'm an expert at hiding the evidence for them." Litzi glances quickly over to them.

"What do you mean, exsss-ss-pert?" he asks them. Their smile widens.

"I mean I'm great at making sure nobody sees the cum stains or any guilty or embarrassed looks on people's clothes and faces when they leave." The mouse gestures at Litzi's whole being, which probably is radiating embarrassment and shame in that moment. "Want any help?"

Litzi finds his words caught in his throat for a few moments, and he stutters. "I- I- ca-can find the- the battttthroom." He bounces to his feet. He can feel the mouse watch him as he heads for the door. When he opens it, he sees a crowd of people, far more than there had been upstairs previously. They‘re between him and the bathroom door, and he will have to pass them all to reach it. He closes the door once more. "I- I'll wait," he mumbles. The mouse looks amused, when he passes a glance over at them.

Litzi sits down in an armchair by the window. The silence is heavy in the room, and loud in Litzi's ears. He feels butterflies in his stomach for an entirely different reason by this point. It’s more like they’re butterflies before turning into butterflies.

The mouse jumps back down from the bed, their feet pattering over the floor. They stops in front of Litzi, their paws small as they are placed on his knees. Litzi twitches, unnerved at the unbidden touch. He wants to pull away, but he feels transfixed by the mouse's intense stare. "Don't be shy. I can tell that you need help. And it's one of my favourite things to do. To help people." They rub one of his knees with a thumb. "Don't worry, nobody will know a thing." They nuzzle his knee with their muzzle, still not breaking eye contact.

Even when the mouse takes a step back and kneels in front of him, Litzi doesn’t move. It’s as though he’s unable to. He feels as though he’s completely immobilized, to the point where his chest feels tight with the lack of proper breaths. The mouse lickes their lips, and their voice is soft like gently lapping water. "Be a good boy and shut your mouth and cover it with your hand," they say. Litzi is about to tell them that no way is he doing that, when he feels his arm raise, and his hand presses over his mouth. He feels his lips twitch against his palm, unable to open. "Good boy," the mouse praises him. "Don't move, okay?"

The mouse lifts his legs by the feet. They nuzzle the scales, rubbing their muzzle against the fabric of his shoes. He sees a pink tip slip past the mouse's lips, and feels their tongue run along his scaly ankle. Litzi shudders, but he is unable to pull away. The mouse still is keeping solid eye contact with him.

Then Litzi witnesses something utterly bizarre. The mouse opens their mouth, and keeps opening it, wider and wider. It gapes larger than its whole head, and Litzi can only see their eyes because the mouse is angling their head to purposefully still stare at him. Litzi lets out a muffled cry through closed lips and his hand as the mouse's mouth closes around his ankles. He tried to squirm, and he tries to scream, but both are useless. The mouse won't allow him to break the eye contact, and that eye contact feels hypnotizing.

At first, Litzi can only feel the inside rim of the mouse's lips, the way they close around his ankles. Then he feels the wetness, as saliva seeps through his sneakers. He feels the mouse's small tongue press against his scaly leg and he tries to protest. All that can be heard are muffled whimpers.

And then there is the wet sound of the tongue lapping against his hide, and Litzi can see it past the mouse's chin. How their throat is working, swallowing. The mouse's mouth is moving up his legs, and he lets out a panicked squeak as he sees the mouse's throat bulge impossibly large. The bulge is in the shape of his sneakers.

The tongue and throat works hard, swallowing Litzi down further and further. He sees the bulge of his shoes disappear, leaving room for a stretched surface that has to be his legs. Litzi can feel the mouse's lips move up his legs, can feel their saliva wetten his trousers. He starts to shiver, when he hears the mouse moan with pleasure.

The mouse's shoulder is shifting, their hand out of sight past Litzi's body. With horror, Litzi realises that the mouse is masturbating. They are masturbating as they keep pulling more and more of him into their mouth. Litzi sobs. He could feel the stretch of the mouse's lips around the meat of his thighs. His breathing is growing rougher, whimpers being muffled by each breath. He can see his shoes through the mouse's stomach, pressing in bulges that stretch the skin.

Hands strokes Litzi's sides, and he lets out a noise of protest as the mouse pulls at his underwear. They free his cocks, even while Litzi, teary-eyed and shaking, chake his head. The mouse stops swallowing him down, and strokes his cocks. They flop, uselessly limp in fear. The mouse sighs. They say something, probably to themself as their stretched lips hinders any words from being discernable. They drop his cocks, and put their hands on his hips.

The mouse shifts, and for a moment, Litzi starts to slip back out of their mouth. For that one brief heartbeat, Litzi feels hope, that he’s going to be regurgitated and left alone. That this is some cruel joke being played on him.

His hopes are dashed quickly, when the mouse stills and pushes their head forward. Litzi feels the wetness of their mouth envelop him, taking him hip-deep into the stretched-wide cavern. Litzi tries to struggle, to scratch with his free hand for something to hold on to. With a dull thud on the thick carpet, his back lands on the floor, and he groans in pain. For a moment, he feels his body move, and he had intended to finally fight back, but then his eyes opens, and he’s stuck in that same, hypnotizing gaze. The mouse rubs his sides, pulling him closer. Litzi feels tears roll into his hairline, and for a brief second he wonders how long he’s been crying for.

Something wet and slimy presses against the bottom root of Litzi's tail. It’s a small point of contact in the whole scheme of being swallowed to the waist by a small rodent, but it draws a reflexive twinge of arousal through Litzi for just one short moment. The tongue prods his skin, shifting to help the lips and throat to swallow him down deeper. He can feel the muscles contracting around his body, working him further down into the mouse.

He feels a stinging sensation to his legs, and lets out a squeal of pain. The mouse shushes him. "Don't worry, that's just my stomach acids," they say in a comforting tone, but it doesn't comfort Litzi at all. The acids burn, drawing more muffled cries from him. With his gaze he pleads, with as much sound as he can manage he begs. The mouse keeps swallowing, and Litzi feels the acid slosh over more of his scaly hide.

Litzi feels the mouse's lips tighten around his chest, and somehow he simply know that they are smiling, perhaps in response to how hastily and hard Litzi's heart is beating. He feels their lips move higher up, feels them grow tight like a drawstring, like a garotte around his throat. He gasps for air.

The eye contact breaks. Litzi opens his mouth to draw in a breath, getting ready to scream at the top of his lungs. Everything goes dark as the mouse swallows him whole.

Everything is disorienting, and everything is claustrophobic agony. Litzi feels the mouse's throat muscles work around his torso, feels their tongue press his face up against the roof of their mouth, somehow fitting his whole head in the cavern. He scrabbles, scratching with his nails and kicking with his legs, finally free of the immobilizing hypnotism. The mouse's throat still restricts him, squeezing around him so tightly that he feels his body painfully change shape from the pressure. Litzi sobs and he finally screams. The mouse simply keeps on swallowing, bringing more and more of his body down into their acid-filled stomach.

The smell is gag-worthingly vile, and Litzi presses his hand over his snout, breathing through his mouth. He can taste the bitterness on his tongue. But it’s minimally better than smelling it. He kicks, and he screams against the mouse's tight stomach. The acids slosh around him, more a sign that the mouse is moving than of Litzi’s struggle. Litzi cries out as the acid burns through his scales and digs through his flesh.

"There there," he hears, though it’s more of a vibration through the throat echoing down into the tight cavern Litzi is caught in than coming from outside. "It's no use in struggling. Just give in, and you won't have to worry about anything any more. Not grades, not family, not friends, not the evidence of a hook-up, nothing at all."

Litzi sobs. He feels the acid splash on his face, burning away at his features, right into the bone. He thinks of Minn and Rae, who will wonder where he has gone off to. He thinks of his parents, who will think that he is pathetic for folding under the pressure and running away. He thinks of Simon, whom he has only just met but had so looked forward to meeting again. He cries, the salt in his tears only making the acid eat away at his face even faster. He cries, his vocal chords burned to shreds.

He’s unable to plead for help, for anyone to rescue him, even if he wouldn't have much of a life with his limbs so rapidly being eaten away by the stomach acids. Through the mouse's hide and quickly shrinking stomach, Litzi hears voices, both the mouse's and other people's.

The panic is too much, the pain is too much. His consciousness fades into nothing but blinding agony and finally, into nothing, as he can only listen to the sound of laughter as he gives up the fight.

Fulfilling Night