Post by X2 on Jan 14, 2016 20:23:03 GMT
Like a Curse, Like a Drug
Early Morning Heartbreak
The black and blonde Maine Coon stretched as he left one of the clubs he still enjoyed visiting. He had danced with a few queens and a couple toms for fun the night before. Tugger had also had to fend off cats wanting to bed him for the night. Why was that such a big thing? He flirted, of course he flirted, its what they had expected of him and he wasn't going to be rude. But at the end of the day, he just wanted to sleep the buzz of the club off.
He had spurned off his admirers, all but one of them. There was just one queen too drunk to notice he was saying no to her, and too drunk to take no for an answer. Luckily, she had passed out in the middle of their kiss, and it didn't go any further. Oh he knew when she woke up that she'd be telling all her friends the types of positions they got up to, and sweet nothings he whispered into her mane. And the males had made up their own minds as to what had happened when he came out of the backroom with a sleeping queen still laying on the bed.
It was what it was, and it had been going on far too long for Tugger to even attempt to stop the rumors. He strutted down the street, his head held high as he began his trek to the junkyard. "So, break anyone's heart this morning, Tugger?" The question came from the opposite side of the street and from a tom Tugger didn't recognize. It was not a lighthearted question and Tugger could only ascertain that the tom was jealous of "all the queens" Tugger gets into his bed. Ha!
Instead of being bothered by the off-handed comment, like it use to do in the past, he simply found his trademark Tugger smirk curl across his lips. "You looking to be one of them?" Tugger wagged his eyebrows at him in a suggestive way. He didn't give the tom a chance to respond. He laughed at the tom's face before walking completely away from the tom.
He slipped into the nearest pipe and made his way through the maze of them to wind back into the junkyard. Back into his home. He shook his mane, running a paw through it, grateful nothing gritty from the pipe had fallen into his mane. He made a quick feel through the rest of his fur, slow, and sensual. Not on purpose, but he knew Jellylorum, or Jennyanydots would have a fit if they saw his paws running over his body with his lips slightly parted. Tugger was simply grooming; he couldn't be faulted for that.
He had spurned off his admirers, all but one of them. There was just one queen too drunk to notice he was saying no to her, and too drunk to take no for an answer. Luckily, she had passed out in the middle of their kiss, and it didn't go any further. Oh he knew when she woke up that she'd be telling all her friends the types of positions they got up to, and sweet nothings he whispered into her mane. And the males had made up their own minds as to what had happened when he came out of the backroom with a sleeping queen still laying on the bed.
It was what it was, and it had been going on far too long for Tugger to even attempt to stop the rumors. He strutted down the street, his head held high as he began his trek to the junkyard. "So, break anyone's heart this morning, Tugger?" The question came from the opposite side of the street and from a tom Tugger didn't recognize. It was not a lighthearted question and Tugger could only ascertain that the tom was jealous of "all the queens" Tugger gets into his bed. Ha!
Instead of being bothered by the off-handed comment, like it use to do in the past, he simply found his trademark Tugger smirk curl across his lips. "You looking to be one of them?" Tugger wagged his eyebrows at him in a suggestive way. He didn't give the tom a chance to respond. He laughed at the tom's face before walking completely away from the tom.
He slipped into the nearest pipe and made his way through the maze of them to wind back into the junkyard. Back into his home. He shook his mane, running a paw through it, grateful nothing gritty from the pipe had fallen into his mane. He made a quick feel through the rest of his fur, slow, and sensual. Not on purpose, but he knew Jellylorum, or Jennyanydots would have a fit if they saw his paws running over his body with his lips slightly parted. Tugger was simply grooming; he couldn't be faulted for that.
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