It was another dark, gloomy night at the Dead Moon Bar. It was often wondered whether this particular bar was created just for the Amazon Trio, because they always appeared to be the only ones in it, or whether they where the only ones that showed up. Or maybe they showed up after hours...there never appeared to be any bartender or customers there when they inhabited it. Either way, they were once again the only patrons to the bar, and they were once again drinking their little hearts out. Fisheye was feeling particularly estranged as he was sipping vodka, and it was apparent that the other two had been harassing him again about his preference to men. Tigereye was once again boasting his own ego and scoring record with women, and Hawkeye was interjecting with sarcastic commentaries of his re-appearing failure. Fisheye just sat, and glowered. It was bad enough he was always considered a female by those who didn't know him, but to be teased and taunted about it didn't help either.
"Ok, ok. I think it's about time we picked our next victim..." proclaimed Hawkeye, who was getting tired of hearing Tigereye's women stories.
"Do we have to? Ugh. Alright. Who's turn is it?" questioned Tigereye, annoyed that they once again had to go out and actually /do/ something.
"I don't know..." yawned Hawkeye. "Fishy can do it."
Fisheye glared at Hawkeye, who didn't appear to notice at all.
"Can we do this in the morning?" Fisheye mumbled, sucking on the straw in his drink.
One of the trio was about to answer, but the answer came for them. The voice responding was deep, and somewhat husky, and it was coming from the shadows, on the way right side of the bar. The only thing that could be seen was a furry-like hand, clasping a martini glass delicately.
"I think you ought to do it. Since that's your mission, and all." The unseen figure commented in response, a bit sardonically.
A snake slithered out of the shadows where the figure sat in almost total darkness, making it's way towards Tigereye, who was closest.
"Oh, how quaint. A snake. And who the hell are you? Why are you listening in on us? This is a private conversation, y'know. Not to mention a private bar. Dead Moon Circus people /only/." Spat Tigereye, looking at the snake with a deathglare.
The snake stopped, and took it's course back to it's shadowed master, who chuckled darkly from where he was hidden. The figure seemed to move, and soon stepped out of the shadows with a simple introduction.
"You may call me Dogseye." He stated, "And you may call the friendly reptile that came out to greet you Slyther. I have plenty more where he came from."
The trio observed the figure with surprise. A new member of their troop? But this cannot be! Well, he certainly looked like them. With all the bad fashion each of them wore, Dogseye looked like he would fit in perfectly. His hair was black as night, with a small sheen to it, and it frayed backward like someone had taken an electric shock to it. This left the black gem on his forehead visible, as were his ears, which were long and pointy like the rest of the three. He was slim and wore all black, his tube top and leggings, and the only thing that was colored differently was the slightly darkened lavender loincloth that draped over his spandex covered crotch and rear. He wore huge, thin gold loop earrings and around his neck was a studded choker with a metal snake pointing downwards in the middle. He gave a friendly smirk to the trio, and adjusted the albino ball python around his neck.
"Oh great. We need another member like another hole in the head." Groaned Hawkeye.
"You said it. This guy is creepy. And he's got a snake with him..." agreed Tigereye.
Fisheye didn't say anything. He was staring at Dogseye and the python. He bit his lower lip, and was terrified of what the newcomer would think of him.
"Like I said. I'm Dogseye, and I'm here to help. I'm resident snake charmer to the Circus, in case you haven't guessed already." Repeated Dogseye, and slid into the seat between Fisheye and his companions, allowing the snake to slither off along the bar, where it curled up next to Fisheye's drink, and settled, tongue flickering.
"Well, at least we'll have someone else to share the work around here." Sighed Hawkeye. "We were just discussing our next victim."
Tigereye nodded, leaning in a bit to address Dogseye.
"And we were just discussing who's /turn/ it was to get that victim. How about you prove your worth?" he smirked, folding his arms. "Who would you pick?"
Dogseye looked over at the cards, squinting a little, ignoring the smirk on Tigereye's face.
"Well, lets see. All women, all single, all relatively pretty. Bor-ing. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt." He shrugged, and yanked out a card from the bottom, holding it up. "Now /this/ is what I'm talkin' about."
Tigereye, Hawkeye and Fisheye leaned in to get a closer look. On the card was a handsome young teenager, around the age of 17 to 19, it was hard to say from the picture. He had long blue hair, and a winning smile.
"Oh /great/. Another boy meets boy..." grumped Hawkeye, shrugging and losing interest.
"Exactly. I'm going to get that Pegasus from him...I find him rather...delicious looking." Dogseye gave a vicious smile, and the snake next to Fisheye flickered its tongue.
"Wait just a darn second..." said Fisheye, looking over. "That's my highschool picture!" he wailed, snatching it. "How'd that get in there?" he whimpered, glaring at Hawkeye and Tigereye.
"No clue, Fishy." Smiled Tigereye slyly. "No clue at all."
Dogseye, however, looked quite brightened by the fact that he'd found it. He turned to Fisheye lazily, and rested his hand upon his cheek, smiling cutely.
"Hey, you were quite a looker in highschool..." he started.
"Too bad he doesn't look like that /now/." Interjected Hawkeye, smirking to himself.
Fisheye grumped, and stuffed the picture into his outfit.
"Oh shut up. I'm so sick of being teased by you people. You get laid every few, oh, seconds. Do you /know/ how hard it is for someone like me?" he accused, voice cracking as he slid off his stool and stalked out, giving one last glare before leaving.
"Poor guy." Tsked Dogseye. "Slyther...do be a dear and follow him?"
The snake uncoiled itself and slithered on out the door at its master's command, the pale large bulky snake moving with unbelievable agility and grace as it exited like a shadow.
"Why'd you send a snake to follow him? Why follow him at all? He's just a whining little arse." Sneered Tigereye, finishing off his drink. "Well, I'm off. Coming, Hawkeye?"
Hawkeye nodded vigorously at Tigereye, and they exited. Hawkeye turned to look at Dogseye as he left.
"Good luck, Dog." He murmured to the other, before slipping out the door.
Dogseye smiled a little to himself. The sexual tension between all three of them was agonizing. The conditions couldn't be better.
The black haired boy slipped out himself, finally, when his snake returned. He took his beloved reptile and went out to find that darling blue haired one. Fisheye, was it? Well, this snake charmer wasn't here to just charm snakes...

A piercing scream echoed through the circus tent as Dogseye came in, and he looked about for it's source. It was Hawkeye, and he was staring up at the monstrous snake that was coiled in the middle of the ring, looking nonplussed at being noticed. It was the biggest, most enormous snake that had ever graced Hawkeye's vision, and he was terrified, bolted to the floor in fear. But the snake wasn't even interested in the red haired one...it's left eye reached the top of the tightrope, which reached a little more than half the tent's height, and from there it spotted it's master. The huge head darted out and Hawkeye was sure that Dogseye was a goner, but the snake merely nuzzled it's enormous maw against the human's chest, who patted the reptile's nose softly.
"Oh, I'm happy to see you too, Godzilla." Smiled Dogseye.
His hands were as large as the snake's unblinking eyes, and that seriously worried Hawkeye.
"Uh, that's your snake?" he questioned, stunned.
"One of them. He's my absolute biggest...I call 'em Godzilla because he's so absolutely enormous." Smirked Dogseye, straddling the snake's neck as it uncoiled its huge form.
"How'd he get to be that big?" swallowed Hawkeye. "No normal snake is /ever/ that big..."
Godzilla turned towards the flap leading to the rooms, and Dogseye called back to Hawkeye from atop the reptile.
"Really big mice!"
And then the enormous snake and the black haired boy were gone with one thrust of the reptile's enormous body.
Through the tent flap, they headed first for their own room, so he could leave Godzilla there. His other snakes were lounging about inside the huge pit of a room, curled up on the warm, sandy floor. The place was illuminated in a soft blue glow, coming from the heat-lamps that kept the room warm enough for the snakes. It was decorated like some magical blue forest, with darkened branches and moss sticking out of random areas, and a small heated pool for bathing in, and a small room off to the side with a toilet and sink inside that was shut. Dogseye had over 14 normal snakes, and then he had Godzilla as well...so if you were to walk in at any point you'd see the reptiles all over the place.
"Be a good boy and take a little rest, Godzilla. Your charmer has...well...a little charming to do." He giggled, a slightly creepy sound, and twirled in the mirror. "That ugly man thing, what's his name? Zorzite, or something? Well, him...he didn't quite realize how conniving mutts are. Had no clue of what he created when he created /me/." He boasted, smirking at his reflection, which revealed trademark canines. Flipping back his mass of hair, he idly waved his paw at the reptiles.
"Oh, and try not to cause trouble when I'm gone. Liiiike...don't you /dare/ go after Hawkeye..." he giggled again, and shrugged. "Oh what the heck, party like animals, boys."

Alone in his room, Fisheye was curled up in his bed, room damp and fishy-smelling. But that's the way it always was...in fact, Hawkeye and Tigereye refused to step foot in Fisheye's room, number one because they wouldn't have a reason to be in there anyway, and number two because...well, like, total ew. A single tear ran down Fisheye's face, a result of the constant misery of being alone, and he clutched at the sheets, tugging them further up along his body, as if he were hiding from something. He nearly jumped right out /of/ the bed, when he felt something crawling up his leg, but he settled for a loud squeal and a scramble of movement as he sat straight up, looking for the cause of it. If it was a bug...he'd have to get Hawkeye in here to kill it. Fisheye /hated/ bugs, and cats...and Hawkeye too, now that he thought about it. Maybe he wouldn't get Hawkeye in here to kill it...he'd only complain about the smell and Fisheye's current state of undress.
But it wasn't a bug. It was that silly weird looking snake...Fisheye sighed in relief, and let the sheets drop from his hands.
"Oh, it's only /you/..." he addressed the snake. "Where'd you get the idea of crawling up people's beds like that?" he smirked, knowing it wouldn't answer.
The snake flickered its tongue out at Fisheye, before resuming its slow crawl closer, as its journey had been interrupted before.
Fisheye merely watched it, placing his arm out to gently stroke the snake's head with a finger.
"Well..." he mumbled, "At least I'm not alone. What did that guy call you? Snakie, or something?"
"I call him Slyther..." came a smooth, eerie voice from the doorframe. "Because that's what he does. He slithers."
Fisheye gave a start, and re-clutched the bed sheets to his form, giving the intruder a mildly insulted look.
"Hey! Who said you could come in here, anyway?" he shot defensively.
Dogseye slowly took two un-hurried steps into the room.
"The door..." he pointed behind him, responding in a lazy tone. "...was open."
Fisheye huffed a little, still defensive...no one was allowed in here! Because...well, they might make fun of him. And he wasn't in the mood.
"So you just decided to waltz in here?! Don't you have better things to do, anyhow?" frowned Fisheye, but he faltered a little.
"What, like talk to the snakes?" responded Dogseye with a small smirk. "Besides, what's the matter? Do I have cooties or something?"
Fisheye's glare was cast hastily to the bed, where it took on the much sadder tone of before.
"No..." he sighed a little. "I'm supposed to be the one with the cooties, I guess. Not used to anyone actually wanting to come into my room, so..."
Dogseye raised his brows, and meandered over slowly towards the bedside.
"Well, people don't want to come into /my/ room. It's full of snakes!" he nodded, tone informant. "Besides, it's really damp in there, and then /I/ get damp, and since I was created from a dog..." he shrugged. "I smell like a slightly wet one. And it isn't pleasant."
Fisheye just winced at the mention of 'smell', and drew the covers up further.
"Does it smell in here to you?" he asked, painfully, preparing himself for the insult that was sure to follow.
But it wasn't going to come.
"No, not of anything bad. It smells like you, and it's a rather nice smell, if you ask me." Dogseye smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed. "If you can even call it a 'smell' at all. More like..." his smile widened into a pleasant, sneaky little grin. "...an 'aroma'."
Fisheye was stunned, and a small hue of rose spread across his cheekbones. His grip on the sheets loosened again, now to fidget with them shyly.
"R-really...?" he murmured. "Because...usually...well..."
And the whole story about how Hawkeye and Tigereye constantly teased him, mocked him and maraudered him with insults came spilling out. By the end of it, he was sobbing onto Dogseye's chest, which, to say the least, only made him more gleeful.
"This is going to be sooooo easy...," he thought to himself. "Only a mutt would get it. Hell, all of them could use a good group orgy...especially this kid. Dogs in Heaven he's an emotional one..."
But outwardly, Dogseye just smiled reassuringly and gently stroked Fisheye's long blue hair, which had come loose.
"No need to get so upset..." he murmured. "I wouldn't have thought any of that about you..."