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 7

The Hotel Milton

Downtown Little Rodentia

8:30pm

July 15

Alvin looked at Simon as they lay together on his bed and he was out from the Sominex laced chocolate milk. Theodore was obviously out on his own bed, his glass had tumbled to the floor.

Once again...Alvin got dressed and cursed to himself in any direction he thought a single camera might be hidden. He threw a few middle paw fingers as he tied his sneakers then he grabbed his backpack and his biking things and made his way from the room to the front lobby...

"Evening Mister Seville!" The young Dic Dic antelope behind the reception desk said with a hoof wave. "You sure go out by yourself in the evenings?"

Alvin stopped and turned around..."Excuse me?"

"I was just saying you go out at night by yourself a lot." The Dic Dic replied.

Alvin walked up to the counter and rested his head on his folded arms. "Yeah...it's really the only "peace" I get from spending all day with my brothers. I take the bike and go all over Rodentia. Gives me time to think. Say? What's your name?"

"Bahe (Bah He) Sir." The Dic Dic replied.

"Giggles"..."You don't have to call me "sir" Bahe." Alvin said as he took a pad of paper and scribbled his autograph. He then took out a hundred Zoo bucks and gave it to Bahe..."Please? Please...please...do NOT tell my brothers I do this ok? If you tell them, then they bug the snot out of me and I'll get all cranky and stupid. Please...Please keep this a secret? For me?"

Bahe pushed the 100 buck back..."You don't have to do this Alvin. I have your back."

Alvin leaned over the desk and kissed Bahe's nose..."You are such a sweet thing...thank you."

Bahe rubbed Alvin's head. "Go break a sweat!" He said cheerfully.

Alvin looked all happy and excited as he left the lobby but once he hopped onto his bike and got away from the hotel...he growled...

"What is it this time?" Alvin snorted as he pulled out the encrypted cell phone...

"I'm on the move. Where am I going?" Alvin text'd.

"Sending you the location on Map Quest." Jackal replied. "You're not going to go too far for this delivery and it won't take long."

Alvin snorted at his phone. "Oh how thankful...jerk." The angry young Chipmunk snarled as he followed the map East and South East over the Katzenjammer Bridge and into the residential suburb of Amberlin Lane. It was, of course, another cluster of residential multi-story row houses that you might see in Boston or Philadelphia with their thin width facades with two windows in the front of each floor level.

Alvin came to a stop at the location shown on his smart phone and locked his bike to the hand railing on the steps...

"I'm here." He typed into his encrypted phone.

"Go up to the door...buzz the number two button and I'll let you in." Jackal text'd.

Alvin did as he was told and soon he was up on the top 3rd floor waiting for Jackal to open his door...

"Come on in." Jackal said with a paw wave.

"I'd rather stand out here." Alvin replied. "What's my chore this time?"

Jackal leaned into Alvin's face. "I said...get...in...here."

"After what "you" tried to do to me today?" Alvin snarled back. "How about a big fat no...I...won't."

Jackal took a deep breath..."Look...I was wrong. I admit it. I was wrong and I paid for it too."

Jackal turned around, pulled down the back of his pants and showed the nasty blackened scorched fur on his backside, high up near his tail...

"The boss found out...obviously." Jackal said as he showed Alvin the hot iron mark.

Alvin crossed his arms. "You want me to show sympathy?" He snorted. "Guess being "number two" is as descriptive as the act huh?"

"Just get in here?" Jackal snorted with a paw wave. "You'll also be happy to know that the boss ordered all the cameras deactivated. We have all we need."

"So generous." Alvin replied sarcastically. "What do you want me to do this time? Just get me on my way so I can finish and go home."

Jackal took a seat on the arm rest of a large recliner chair. "We have time for that, it's just a nice short milk run to one of our high roller clients. I'd like to ask you something though..." Jackal said as he played a paw finger over his lips..."Are you gay?"

"Wow...duh...talk about stupid questions of the century." Alvin snorted back. "Duh? You have tapes of me screwing around and you need some sort of confirmation?"

"Just wondering if besides your older brother...have you found some other mammal you like?" Jackal asked.

"No...I haven't." Alvin snorted. "And no...I'm not looking and I'm not available thank you."

"Oh really Alvin..." Jackal said as he slipped off the recliner. "You're actually not looking? Maybe if it would be beneficial in your situation?"

"What would be beneficial is you bastards leaving me and my brothers alone. That would be beneficial." Alvin snorted as Jackal walked up and slowly traced a paw on Alvin's chest. The angry Chipmunk screamed out and slapped Jackal's paw away..."Keep your filthy friggen paws off me! I want none of your bull snit promises!"

Jackal raised his paws..."Oh kay...oh kay...was just going to let you know that the boss was going to be generous to you since you're doing a good job for us..."

"Keep...your...fricken...MONEY!" Alvin snapped! "Fix me up, load me up and send...me..." Alvin thought for a moment. "What about "your" boss? You're going to bull snit me that your boss is actually caring when he did this crap to me and my brothers?..."

Alvin reached around Jackal and pulled the back of his pants down... "Sheesh...this looks bad! It must feel terrible!"

"That's what you get for disobediance to the boss...that or I could have had oral sex with a pistol and got an installed head ventilation, if you got the drift?"

Alvin looked around..."Is this your place? Where's your bed room?"

Jackal pointed and Alvin pushed on him...Come on? I'm not one to leave anyone who's been abused like this. Just call me a dumb sucker ok?"

Alvin and Jackal went into the bedroom where Alvin helped to pull all of Jackal's clothes off..."Lay on your bed and let me do something to help you? I know a lot of first aid."

Jackal sighed..."Should have never tried to rape you. The boss has spies all over rodentia...OW!..." Jackal yelped as he raised his rump off the bed... "Ow! ow...ow...Betadine stings bad!" The rat cried as Alvin slowly worked to clean the burn and scorching done to his rear end...

"So how does your boss want to show his "mercy" to me?" Alvin snorted.

"Actually?" Jackal replied. "It's...sort of a reward deal for both you and me. You become my little "squeeze" and we wave the 2000 buck a month payment."

Alvin frowned. "And what exactly is a squeeze?"

Jackal smiled softly. "You be my bed pillow."

Alvin shook his head. "No! I'm not a damn prostitute."

Jackal replied..."I don't want to treat you as a prostitute."

"Well there's no damn difference!" Alvin snapped back! "Wave the 2000 bucks...the 2000 just gets replaced by my tail flying in the air for you! To me?! That's being a lousy fricken WHORE!"

Alvin threw a pair of surgical scissors across the bed room and snatched a pistol off a nearby dresser..."Here!"

Jackal twisted his face..."What the hell are you doing?"

"Here!..." Alvin said as he pushed the gun into Jackal's paws..."Kill me!" Alvin said determined with a deep furrough in his face. "Do it! Just put a bullet in my brain, dump my body and bike in a ditch and make it look like I got robbed you flucker!"

Jackal snorted back. "Stop being stupid and melodramatic?"

"I'd rather be dead than some crook's bed cushion!" Alvin sighed. "Just make it quick!? I will NOT be YOUR flucken WHORE!"

Jackal removed the clip from the pistol and threw it on the bed. "You know I can't do that...let me...let me get you on your way so you can get home."

Alvin felt a little chink in the gang armor..."You're not happy are you? You tried to get my extortion fee waved because you care about me...didn't you? Tell me the truth Jackal?!" Alvin demanded!

"Doesn't matter how I feel." Jackal said as he worked to get Alvin fixed up. "I'm where I am, this is how life is and that's that. Don't start trying to pull any Jedi Mind Trick snit on me Alvin? You're OUR little bitch and that's that."

"And you hate it." Alvin replied. "Deep down you hate it and you hate being alone, at least be honest with me?"

Jackal finished taping the drugs to Alvin's body and roughly pulled his sweater down..."The location's already sent to your phone. Get the fluck out of my sight and come back quick. The faster you deliver? The faster you get home."

"Jackal?" Alvin dared to ask and got a quick pistol slap to the chin for it!

"I said...get the fluck out of here you little mother flucker!" Jackal turned Alvin around and kicked him in the butt to make him stumble and fall through the open apartment door...

"I said hurry up and go!" Jackal commanded fiercely! Alvin got to his feet and ran out of the building, turning to see if Jackal was at his apartment window before he rode off into the night.

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen

554 Camp Street, Apartment 16

9pm

July 15

Jimmy arrived and slipped his snapper toy under the door. A moment later...Fievel appeared dressed in a pair of cartoon PJ's with white slippers that looked like a pair of white mice...

"Awwww? Cute?" Jimmy joked as Fievel pointed a paw. Tony was sitting in a recliner dressed in PJ's and a bed robe. "Evening boss. Why'd you call me? Oh? By the way? Here's the weekly catch from the other "picks"...ten grand in total."

Tony took the money with a smile and petted the armrest of the recliner. "Sit here Jimmy...we have a little issue."

Jimmy hesitated a little before he walked over to sit down..."You're voice doesn't sound happy."

Tony sighed..."You've come under the eyes of the cops." Tony said as he scratched his hair tuft. "Seems you were looking way too much at the armored car in that cafe parking pot."

Jimmy fidgeted..."I didn't do it intentionally boss..."

"I didn't say you did." Tony replied.

"What? What do I do? What should I do?" Jimmy started to get nervous.

"Jimmy?" Tony said.

"Should I go into hiding? Should I stop going to school? Tony...I didn't do it on purpose I swear!" Jimmy yelped as he patted his chest in a panic! "I didn't mean it! I wasn't trying to snitch!"

Tony snatched Jimmy's wrists..."JIMMY?! Calm down before you piss on my recliner?"

"It's not like I pay attention to everything Tony!" Jimmy cried.

"Jimmy?" Tony huffed as he thumped the young mouse off the nose... "Quit it? Quit with the silly water works? Sheesh...you think I'm angry and I'm gonna whack you or somethin...chill out?!"

Tony got up from his chair..."Now sit down? Your wearin a grove on my arm rest you." Tony said as he pointed. Jimmy looked away as if ashamed of himself "Jimmy? I said...sit."

"I'm sorry Tony." Jimmy said as he rubbed his shoulders.

"Kid? How can I be angry at my best scheme artist and "picker"? Alright...so Officer Mickey has yer number..." Tony said with a shrug. "Now? Sit down and breath you."

"Officer Mickey?!" Jimmy replied shocked. "I'm dead...I'm flucked... I'm totally flucked and dead..."

Tony bopped Jimmy off his head. "Yo! Mister Jiggly jaws? Shut...your...yap? Can you do this for me kid? Shut...your yap? What do I want you to do? Repeat after me Silly Simon?"

Jimmy gulped..."Shut...my...yap."

"Good! See? You've always been the most intelligence mouse in my whole crew." Tony said smiling.

"Ah hem! Hello?!" Fievel snorted.

"Ok? I sort of diss'd the "live in"." Tony said as he thumb pointed to Fievel.

"Oh fluck you! See if you get any sex for a month you slimy tail hole?" Fievel snapped.

"Your the one who has it "slimed" there my loving little squeeze?" Tony joked. He turned back to Jimmy and snuggled him close...

"Jimmy? It's all simple...you don't change a thing ok? Except you're not doing any more picken. Number one? You're too old. Number two? You deserve to run your own crew."

Jimmy's eyes widened. "Me? Run my own crew?"

Tony thumped Jimmy's forehead with a paw finger. "Hey?! Are the mouse ears workin here? I said...you're gonna run your own crew. You're the lead picker so you get to "prick your picks"...but? Don't get fricken greedy and start shaving cuts...capeesh?"

Tony got in front of Jimmy and took his paws in his paws..."Kid? Don't change nothin. Keep going to school...be normal...change some behaviors to not draw any attention...and don't panic. If the cops do pick you up? Don't offer a lot, don't talk a lot, don't offer snit and don't try to lie...specially with old Officer "Micks". I got your back ok? Relax. I got a lawyer on the "squeeze pay" and I can call in a favor to cover your tail...trust me?"

Tony grabbed Jimmy's cheeks and played with them..."Now if you squeal? If you become a filthy rat? That's another thing. I don't have to explain that do I? Are ya gonna squeal? Are you a filthy rat?"

"Fluck the cops." Jimmy snorted back. "Fluck em all with a red hot poker up their flucken tail holes!"

"Hey!" Tony snapped as he gave Jimmy a light slap on the cheek. "Don't disrespect Officer Mickey!...he's got his importance capeesh? Be my smart little shaver kid...ok? We cool paw-me-oh?"

Jimmy nodded. "Yes boss."

Tony gave Jimmy a kiss on the forehead. "Now? Go home and get to bed like a good little rodent...SLEEP you! Capeesh? Sleeeeeep?"

Fievel showed Jimmy out of the apartment then turned back. "He's safe right? You're not going to do anything to him?"

"Only if he turns into a rat." Tony replied. "Which he won't. I expect Officer Mickey will probably call him in not long after we deal with Martin Brisbey. Anything from Eliot? From our contacts on the street?"

Fievel pulled out a small note book. "Only that he's still alive. The "Squee" high ups have to know by now that something's wrong even though we've kept the apartment lights on and a television going in there since she left."

Tony stood tapping a foot. "We'll go after Martin tomorrow. Have to because Mickey has the next two days off duty. After that? I want Pixy and Dixie to take two "juniors" with them to leave a little "gift card" for Spiro. Make sure it's a message that mother flucker can clearly understand."

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen

57 Chestnut Street

9pm

July 15

Mickey was almost drifting off to sleep when his daughter Melody jumped onto the bed and took the wind out of his stomach!

"BOOF!" Mickey blew as the little female mouse pulled on his big ears..."You said you'd help me with my home work Daddy?! You promised!"

"She has you cold." Mickey's wife Minnie said from the bedroom doorway.

"Yaaaawwwwnnnnn...tisk tisk...yup." Mickey sat up and held his first grader by her paws. "Alright...where's your home work? You realize that Daddy's been busy all day but that's no excuse to ignore my little "cue-tee cups" right? My word is my word."

Melody balanced herself on Mickey's knees..."You need your sleep Daddy."

"Sleep can wait." Mickey replied. "I have plenty of time to help you." Mickey looked around the room..."Ok? Where's your homework? No tablet? No laptop? Is it on my phone? Is it on Mommy's phone?"

Melody reached for a book on the nightstand and showed it before her..."Here it is! Spelling!"

"Are you kidding me?" Mickey snorted and waved a paw finger. "You need help with spelling? My little genius needs help with spelling? Alright..." Mickey patted a spot on the bed. "Sit right here and 'll give you a quiz."

Minnie walked over to the bed and sat down..."Before you give her the mind drill? Did you talk to Justin?"

"Yes I did." Mickey replied. "I have to take the Staff Sargent's test to qualify for a review."

"And when is this going to happen?" Minnie asked with a sly look.

"When I feel I'm ready." Mickey replied.

"You mean? When you feel ready to pry your paws off that cruiser steering wheel." Minnie replied sounding a little rebuke. "When are you going to stop limiting yourself Mickey? Are you intending to stay a patrol-mouse forever?"

"I'm just not ready to move to a desk Minzee?" Mickey replied. "Do I look that old?" Mickey turned to his daughter and pulled his PJ shirt up. "Melody? Does daddy have a big belly?"

Melody shook her head..."Nope! But you got a stupid head though."

"BOOM!" Minnie yelped. "Shot down by your own daughter!"

Mickey snatched Melody up! "Oh you little loud mouth! Come here you!" The grown mouse yelped as he snatched up his daughter, threw her on her back, pulled up her night gown and blew all over her stomach!

"PFFFFFFFFT!"..."Giggles"..."PFFFFFFFFT!"..."Laughter" "DADDY! STOP!..."PFFFFFFFFT!"..."Oh I want to eat my little wiggle worm up! I wanna eat her up so much..."PFFFFFFFFT!"

Mickey rolled onto his back and held Melody to his chest. "I love you my little pumpkin."

"Giggles"..."And I love you daddy." Melody replied as she kissed Mickey on his nose and smiled at him.

"But seriously Mickey?" Minnie said as she leaned over. "Honey? You're limiting yourself...there's younger mice who should be getting their street time, you should be leading cops not pounding the same streets you've done the last ten years. We can use a bigger pay check."

"Please tell me that money is not your big driving factor in this Minzee? Please?" Mickey asked.

"Well every bit helps." Minnie replied. "It would make child care and my life a little less hectic."

Mickey sat up and snuggled Melody to his chest..."Then I guess I have no choice...I'll have to take that test and pass on into the boring and soul killing career as a gun wearing office whore. After all? Must keep my two girls looking wonderful...right?"

Minnie thumped Mickey off the forehead. "Finish with her and get to bed mister smart tail."

"I love you Minzee." Mickey replied.

Club Electrics

"Entertainment Row"

Downtown Rodentia

10pm

July 15

Alvin stopped across the street from the Club E lectrics and tapped on the encrypted cell phone..."I'm across the street from the club. What do I do?"

Jackal replied..."What do you think you do?"

"You want me to go through the front door?" Alvin typed as he twisted his face. "Seriously?"

"The door rat is expecting you. You walk up and say..."I'm Jackie's "sqeeze player"."

Alvin gritted his teeth..."I am not you gawd damned boy friend!"

"Shut up and do it." Jackal replied. "And look happy when you do."

Alvin tapped the phone off..."Dirty tail hole creep." The Chipmunk snorted as he walked across the street and approached the door guard...

"Hi!" Alvin said cheerfully though he felt sick..."I'm Jackie's "squeeze player"." Alvin rubbed his chin over his shoulder and blinked his eyes at the guard.

"Follow me." The big rat replied as he showed Alvin through the front door and into the crowded night club where mice, rats and other rodents were dancing about with glow sticks, light wands and flash lights. The heavy thumping of the rave music pounded into Alvin's ears giving him a headache. He grimaced as he covered his ears to block out the noise.

The big rat led Alvin to the far side of the club, through a door near the bar and down a corridor to another door...

"You stay here." The rat snarled.

Alvin stood twisting his foot over the floor..."I'm having a really bad feeling about this..." He thought. He hesitated reaching for the encrypted phone. A "box'd" feeling of ice cold fear began to close in around him as he panic'd with the phone in his paws...

The door suddenly opened and the big rat grabbed Alvin by his red sweater! "The boss will see you now!"

Alvin was thrown before a desk where a fat old shrew sat..."Hey there Teeny bopper?" The shrew said with a wheezing, chalk board scratching voice of annoyance..."Let's see what you're holding?"

Alvin raised his red sweater and at least he was smart enough not to be wearing cartoon under-roos this time. He shivered as the big rat pulled the bags of white powder off his body and threw them on the table. Alvin watched as the shrew opened one bag and took a light sample on paw finger to taste...

"Oh yes...sweet Bambi." The Shrew snorted as he licked his lips. He then reached into a draw and pulled out bags of money. "You can tell Jackal I added another grand as a tip for excellent quality."

Alvin licked his lips and frowned..."What exactly is it?" He asked.

"You live in a barn there munky?" The shrew replied.

"No...I don't do drugs." Alvin replied. "And I wouldn't be carrying them if I didn't have "reasons" hanging over my head."

The shrew snickered..."This stuff? This is called "Bambi" or "Wild Rider" or "Thumper" but it's real name is Novacine (Nova-seen). You got a stuck up girl friend who won't put out? You got a little bitch you want to get some revenge on? You got a female munk that catches your eye? A little bit of this? You can fluck the snit out of her all you want for hours and she won't remember a damn thing...cept the pain in her pussy."

Alvin clinched his fists...he handed over to the fat bastard a date rape drug...

"What's wrong there Munky boy?" The Shrew snorted. "Don't like that?"

Alvin snarled..."Just tape the money up and shut your mouth?"

"What's wrong kid? Sensitive?" The Shrew said smirking. "Would you like to see how this stuff works?"

"No!..." Alvin snapped back."I'd like to be on my way."

The Shrew pulled a gun and flashed it around..."Oh no...I think you want to see a demonstration. At least get to know the product you provide kid."

The Shrew gestured to his rat partner and the big rodent left the room and Alvin standing helpless as the Shrew walked from his desk. "What's wrong kid? You a virgin? You a little faggot?"

"I just want out of here." Alvin snorted in reply. "I don't care what this stuff does! I don't want to know what this stuff does!"

Suddenly the door to the office opened and the big rat came into the room dragging an obviously young and "Out to lunch" female mouse that was probably in her early teens...perhaps younger.

She was dressed in a denim jacket, a white shirt, blue skirt and was a giggling mess of glassy eyes, drool and giggling as the rat gave her his attention as he started pulling her clothes off...

"You bastard!" Alvin snapped as he tried to move to stop what the rat was doing! "Leave her alone!"

The Shrew clocked Alvin off the back of his head with his pistol and got onto his back as the Chipmunk hit the floor!

"Not a nice thing to interrupt a rodent who's about to breed a piece of pussy there you Chippy fluck." The Shrew snarled as he pushed the gun into Alvin's temple and the rat tore and threw away the young female mouse's panties...

Alvin watched helpless as the young mouse was thrown onto her back on another table and the big rat forced himself between her legs...she was still giggling as the rat's thick penis tore into her vagina and began to fluck and break her hymen...

"Oh...ugh..." The rat sighed and coo'd as he pumped into the smaller mouse's snatch and made her jolt and shake on the desk...

"Keep your eyes on the flucken show "Chip"." The Shrew warned. "Nice huh? Mmmmm...look at him pound that puss! Yeah...that little bitch will be walking bowl legged tomorrow and she won't remember a flucken thing..."

Alvin grimaced in revile and horror at what he was being force to do. How many rodents...how many mammals was he helping to abuse? How many young female mice or other rodents would end up like this poor thing being brutally assaulted and slapped around! Finally...the rat finished his rape and held the young female mouse like a trophy under her arm pits as cum and blood dripped from her well flucked pussy...

"Yeah...filled that flucken cunt nicely huh Lenny?" The Shrew snickered as he got off Alvin's back...

The rat dropped the raped mouse like a used dirty rag and she fell to the floor unconscious as Alvin scrambled to his feet and ran out of the office crying and cursing himself. He fumbled out into the dance floor, bumped into some of the partying rodents, got thrown to the floor, got back to his feet...

And something stung him in the neck!

"WHAT?!" Alvin turned in a panic. "A needle?! Some one got me with a needle?" Alvin thrashed about, stumbled towards the front door of the club, felt the world turning into jello and crashed down on his stomach as all the colors seemed to melt before his eyes..."

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen

19 Wadslow Ave.

10pm

July 15

The female mouse stood in the center of the basement full of other mice and Shrews who were in the midst of counting money or throwing poker chips or passing betting pool sheets among each other...

"Place your bets! Place your bets rodents! Who will score good in a lesser round! Who will score good in a lesser round? On this end of the table, the house favorite Sandal "Sandy" Leech currently thrity six wins coming under 11 rounds. One the other end Triodi "Yodi" Thrush, this little vixen of a mouse has a suggested record..."

The crowd "Oooo'd" their response of the rebuke.

"I suggest you just get on with it girl."Yodi" replied. Or does "suggested" hint at your street walking abilities?"

The crowd "Oooo'd" their response of the rebuke.

"Yodi...says...she has over forty victories coming under ten rounds. She better show her stuff tonight." The female mouse obviously in charge of the illegal gambling establishment yelped out.

Pixy walked up to Dixie and passed him a cup of mouse-weiser. "I like the female." He said. "Wonder if she's gang affiliated?"

"Probably." Dixie said. "I'm staying with the house talent. Sandal's made me some good scratch cash in the last month. Is our "interest" here tonight?" Dixie asked his brother.

"No. Hasn't shown his puss yet." Pixy replied. "How much you putting down on the table?" He asked his brother.

"Fifty Zoo bucks." Dixie replied. "Enough. I could probably make a good 200 on this one. The pot looks nice and fat."

"Hey you two?" A female ferret waved as she walked up. "What's shaken the leggings?"

Dixie waved. "Hi Alice." He said cheerfully. "How goes your night?"

"Oh...won seventy zoo bucks so far." The female ferret replied. "You two looking to wet your wizzy's after closing hour?"

"No..." Dixie snorted. "Not interested in getting rodentia green dick."

"I'm clean you little wise tail." Alice said bearing her teeth. "What about you Pixy? You want a nice tongue massage?"

"That? I'm interested." Pixy giggled.

"You're fricken smoking brother." Dixie snorted.

"She's actually pretty talented brother." Pixy said. "You should play Pred and Pray with her...she'll tail lick and suck you into paradise and scare the piss out of you...best time I ever had last with her."

"Your thing with the fricken "toots" bro but not me." Dixie said as he thumped his brother in the ear.

Pixy offered Alice a drink..."So? Any juicy street bits for us my wonderful mustalde?"

Dixie jabbed his brother..."Turn you volume down Pixy? The game's starting!"

"How much would any information cost you?" Alice asked. "You know I'm always good for it Pixy Styx..."

Pixy slipped a hundred into Alice's paw..."Does that turn a profit?"

Alice leaned down to snuggle lick Pixy's ear..."Just so you are aware? The Westy Nimh's are poking into your territory to deliver Bambi to the Squeejees. Don't know who exactly is doing the transporting but I hear they have a very un-offensive look to them."

"How'd you get that info?" Pixy asked.

"When you're an expert at tickling a rat's prostate? You get anything you want." Alice snickered. Pixy dropped her another hundred Zoo bucks. "Mmmm...want to play prey and pred after our fun here?" The ferret said with a soft kiss of Pixy's snoot.

"If I'm not working." Pixy replied. "Better yet? We "could" go to the Mystic and frolic in the pleasure pool?"

"Anything you want sugar?" Alice said as she blew a kiss and slinked away to another gambling table.

"Sheesh...wasted 200 flucken Zoo bucks on something obvious. You are a sucker for gaped pussy bro, I swear..." Dixie snorted as he watched the Farkle match between Sandy Leech and Yodi Thrush...

"So far..." Said the female mouse running the match..."Both rodents here are pretty close together in round six with Sandy Leach at 7150 and Yodi Thrush at 7100. Neither has yet to "Farkle"

Sandy was about 15 years old and who cared about his age...after all what everyone in the place was doing "was" illegal already. The young gray mouse with the blonde head tuft shook his dice cup and threw his roll of six down the table...

"Two one's, one three, one four, one five, one six...keep a one." Sandy thought to himself. He threw five dice back into the cup and threw them again...

"One five, two fours, one two, one six...keep the five." Sandy thought to himself. He threw four dice back into the cup and threw them again...

"Hmmm...One one, One two, One five, One six...Keep the one." Sandy thought to himself. He threw three dice back into the cup and threw them again...

"One one, One two, One six...Keep the one and hold." Sandy thought to himself, he then raised a paw..."I HOLD AT THREE FIFTY!"

The female mouse running the game replied..."Sandy three hundred and fifty! Total now is seventy five hundred! Seventy five hundred! Yodi is next! Who wants to sweeten the pot?! Put in your money! Put in your money! Round 8 is next! Round 8 is next after Yodi's turn! Yodi roll!"

Triodi "Yodi" Thrush shook her dice in her cup and did a sort of cocky baseball wind up as she threw them over the table!...

"One one, One five, Three three's, One four...Keep the one and hold." Triodi said as she swiped five of her dice and threw them back into her cup!

"Well!" The female mouse controlling the game yelped. "Give up 300 points for a gamble...this girl has talent!"

Triodi wound up and threw her dice again! "FIVE ONES!" she yelped! "BOOM! BOOM BADA BOOM BOOM!" The young female mouse screeched as she "air flucked" her hips around to the shocked gamblers watching her celebration!

"Fluck! Flucken fluckety fluck fluck yeaaaaaaaah?!" Yodi said as she taunted the shocked Sandy...

"WOW!" The female mouse controlling the game yelled out! "Yodi dumped three hundred points for a "six eye" victory in round seven!"

Dixie snapped as he threw his beer cup on the floor! "Mother! UGH! Damn! SOME ONE BETTER BE CHECKING THOSE DICE OF HERS!" He yelled out!

Yodi heard that and swung her head around in the direction the insult came from! "What stupid bastard just called me a cheat?!"

"I didn't call you a cheat!" Dixie snapped! "All I want is a dice check! Dice check! Dice check Dice check!..."

Dixie started the chant and soon all the rodents in the room were screaming for a dice check on Triodi which the "house" reciprocated as a pair of burley otters walked up...

"Surrender your dice young lady." One commanded.

"I'm not a cheat!" Triodi snapped back! "If I'm proven innocent you loud mouth dirty tail hole licker!...I'll cut your nuts off!" She screamed at Dixie!

Dixie clasped his paws over his groin..."Yeek! Help! I'm soooo scared! Some one save my nuts please?!"

Pixy giggled..."Your such a drama queen?"

After their close checking, the otters signaled. "The dice are clean! We have a clear winner!"

Sandy noticed Pixy and Dixie and walked over kicking his foot..."Screw me! I lost all my winnings tonight on this one! What a lucky girl she is. If she wasn't 24? I'd ask for a date."

Dixie snorted..."it's ok kid...I'm out four hundred zoo bucks...fluck. I have to say though? She has a sweet tail."

"And how." Sandy replied as he scoped Triodi out while she collected her winnings. "By the way Whistle? I'm still available if you guys plan to start a Farkle scheme?"

"Dunno about the boss just yet." Dixie replied. "He's still mulling the idea. Should tell him that this place is already working the round number betting games. Do you think you could have come under round eleven if she hadn't thrown "six eyes" on you?"

"I was on track for it." Sandy replied. "That was shaping up to be my best play. Normally I'd have a Farkle by the time she threw her "six".

Pixy elbowed his brother..."Hmmm...speaking of Six there bro? Check yours?"

Dixie looked around and snorted..."There's our mark for the night."

"Huh?" Sandy asked as he looked around. Pixy bopped him off his head...

"Don't make it that obvious?" Pixy said.

"Mark? You two gonna fluck some one up?" Sandy asked.

"Perhaps." Dixie replied. "Depends on how compliant he is."

Sandy snickered and rubbed his paws together. "Can I watch?"

Pixy smirked back..."You gain to have a little "nip" in the action?"

"Really?!" Sandy asked excitedly.

"We don't want to put you in any danger." Dixie said. "But you might make a nice diversion so we can take the "snit eater" without an issue. Get it?"

"Fluck yeah." Sandy said with a toothy grin. "Sweet! I get in on a "whacking"."

"Well it's not a "whacking" yet." Pixy replied. "But the night is young."

11pm

109 Williams Street

Suburb of Amberlin Lane, Rodentia

Apartment 309

The sound of water trickling and the feeling of a wet towel being dabbed over his forehead brought Alvin back to life. His vision was cloudy and his head smarted like he'd been hit with a train yet he could make out Jackal's form bending over him...

"Good...welcome back to the living." The rat said as he stood watching Alvin slowly sit up on the bed. The first thing the young Chipmunk realized was that all his clothes were in place. Just to be sure...he took a quick peak under his long red sweater to see if he had on his "tighty whites"

"You think I'd take advantage of you?" Jackal snorted. "That fat cock sucker Desmond."

Alvin rubbed his head..."What?...what happened?"

"That fat Shrew tried a double fluck on us. Had one of his local regulars prick your neck with "Bambi" and they were gonna roll you." Jackal snapped.

Alvin shook the stupor out of his brains..."Let me guess? That mongoose?"

"No." Jackal replied. "Me and my crew followed and covered your tail. This shrew makes us quite a profit but some times he gets to cocky and thinks he can pull a double fluck on us. Would you like to see what became of the mouse and rat who dragged you behind the club?"

Jackal walked into his kitchen nook and came back with a cylindrical metal can between his paws which he placed on the floor...

"I don't know how much of a percentage they filled between cans but the "domesticals" (House Cats) sure enjoy it. Want to see what happens when you drop a mouse feet first into a meat processor?" Jackal said with a snicker.

Alvin quickly leaped off the bed, stumbled across the room and made it to the toilet just in time to puke his guts into the toilet… "Ugh...… uh.… my head hurts."

Jackal filled a glass with water and got on a knee to hand it to Alvin. "Here's this and two aspirin. I swear they're regular aspirins, honest."

Alvin sat on his butt sipping the water and downing the tablets, taking a moment to shake his head clear some more...

"I guess I owe you some thanks." Alvin said. "But I'm not sleeping with you..."

"You don't have too." Jackal replied. "You can have my bed for a few hours and I'll sleep on the couch over there. You can't go home like this all flucked up still."

Alvin moaned..."I hate this. ...I hate you...I hate your boss...you're all low life scum bags." He lowered his face to his knees and tried not to cry...

"Stick and stones kid." Jackal snorted without a care. "Bitch all you want. You could tell us to fluck off? We're not pressuring you to keep doing this."

"Nice attempt at counter psychology or what ever my brother Simon calls it!" Alvin yelped. "I'm leaving!" The young Chipmunk snapped as he jumped off the bed….and quickly fell on his paws and knees… "Ugh… damn it!"

Jackal jerked Alvin to his feet and pushed him back onto the bed. "You're not going any where...understand?" The rat said as he rolled Alvin onto his side and formed his body into a "C"…."Now stay like that. Don't want you to drown if you vomit….which you probably will as you come down from this."

"Thanks for nothing." Alvin snorted. As Jackal turned to walk away from the bed….Alvin waved a paw..."You're not leaving are you?"

"Obviously not." Jackal replied. "I'll be on my couch."

"Sigh…." Alvin turned his head. "I do owe you at least a thank you for watching my back...that? You do deserve."

Jackal replied warmly..."You're welcome. Now get some sleep."

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen

Quicksilver Street

1am

July 16

Funo Vainpelt, a grey and white tree squirrel, was your every day ticket fence who specialized in scalping concert tickets and running ticketing scams with a gang of Squirrels out of West Rodentia. Tonight however...Funo was pleasing himself over the nice wad of cash he'd won at the gambling establishment, he always thought of himself as some sort of card counting genius which from the bundle in his paws was sort of validated.

The sounds of feet coming up behind him made him jumpy as he reached under his jacket and fumbled for the handle of his snub nosed pellet gun….

"Hey Funo?! Wait up!" came a young sounding voice from behind and Funo turned to see Sandy Leech waving at him with a smile on his face. "Mind if I walk with you? My home's on the way and I kinda want some company."

"Eh? No mind kid." Funo replied. "How did you do tonight?" The big squirrel asked.

"Broke even thanks to that lucky chick." Sandy replied. "And you?"

"Made a nice haul." Funo said as he spied a pin on the young mouse's blue sports jacket and thought to himself for a moment….

"Say? Sandy?….you want to make some advancement on your finances tonight?" Funo asked softly as he looked around.

"What are you talking about?" Sandy replied.

"Oh?" Funo said as he gave Sandy a little "slit eyes" look of deviancy….."Something that might be related to that gay pride pin on your jacket?"

Sandy snapped…."Oh fluck you!" The young mouse said enraged as he started to stomp away upset.

"What?! Hold on Sandy?!" Funo yelped.

"Hold on?!" The young mouse said as he turned about. "Hold on?! What the fluck do you think I am?!" Sandy shouted.

"Shhhh….." Funo waved his paws…."Now calm down."

"You flucken cub-oh-phile piece of snit…...fluck you! Sandy snapped….

Fuso looked around…."I'll really make it worth your wild Sandy? Just a quick little hummer for what? 400 Zoo bucks?"

Sandy looked around as he frowned…."four fifty."

Fuso smiled…."ok….four fifty for a quick one...and….you swallow some of it after you drip it over your naked little mouse body."

Sandy pointed to an alley…."Is that ok?"

Fuso replied by rubbing a paw over Sandy's face…."Perfect"

Moments later….Sandy was slowly and seductively taking his clothes off as Fuso stood masturbating himself into a hard on…

"How did you know I was a fag?" Sandy asked as he gyrated his body…

"That pride pin on your jacket." Fuso replied. "Are you? Do you? Do you have a partner?" Fuso asked as he played with his engorged ball sack…

"Nope…..not yet." Sandy replied. "But there's always an opportunity for advancement." The young mouse said as he got close to Fuso's chest and looked down…."That's a nice cock there Mister Squirrel? Can I steal your nuts?"

"Mmmm….be my guest you little thief..." Fuso replied. As Sandy began to kiss his way down Fuso's chest...something suddenly slammed into the squirrel's head and made him fly!

"UGH! FLUCK!" Fuso screeched as he hit the ground and scrambled to get to his gun! His face came up close and personal to the muzzle of a saw'd off mouse shot gun!

"CHOCK CHOCK!" Dixie slid the pump action…."Should have kept your eyes off the balls there mother flucker."

Pixy came up and pushed Sandy behind him as the young mouse covered himself with his clothes..."Great performance Sandy." Pixy said as he lightly clapped.

Sandy ripped the pin off his jacket…."By the way Fuso? I'm not a "faggot" you dumb tail hole. Didn't your mother tell you never trust anyone out on a dark street at night?" The young mouse snickered as he got dressed.

"Wah…..what? What do you guys want?! I don't have a beef with you guys?! I haven't done anything to you or your crew! I've done good stuff for Tony!" Fuso begged.

Dixie rested his shot gun on his shoulder…."Doesn't matter what you did for us." Dixie said calmly. "Your problem is that you pissed some other fur off and that's going to make us some bank. See….we have no beef with you personally dude? We just have to kill you for a contractual agreement between two consenting parties to whack your ass."

Fuso crawled and cowarded behind his raised paws…."How much did they pay you?! I got money! I got a lot of money!"

Pixy chuckled…."What a fricken baby. At least "take it" with dignity there Fuso?"

Dixie aimed his shot gun at Fuso's head..."I'll give you a few moments to contemplate the universe, your life, Sandy here tail ass naked or whatever turns you on."

Suddenly….Sandy waved a paw…."Hey? Let me whack him?!"

Dixie snorted back…."Really? Really kid?"

"Yeah!" Sandy snorted. "I had to embarrass myself for this sick fluck. I deserve a little payback."

Dixie smirked back at Sandy then grabbed Fuso's coat and threw it at the young mouse..."Use "his pisser" (Fuso's small pistol) and make it look like a suicide."

Fuso jumped at Dixie's legs…."PLEASE! PLEASE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" I DON'T WANT…..

"BLAM!"

As fuso struggled to keep a hold on Dixie….Sandy walked up behind him, pointed Fuso's pistol at the squirrel's scrotum and pulled the trigger!

"AHHHHH!…..AH GAWD! AH FLUCK!"

Fuso screamed as he clasped his bleeding groin…..

"BLAM!""BLAM!""BLAM!"….."BLAM!"

Sandy shot the squirrel three times in the chest then once in the head! "NOW SHUT THE FLUCK UP YOU NUT CHEWING PIECE OF SNIT!…..DAMN!" The young mouse yelped as he dropped the pistol onto the dead squirrel's body.

Dixie stood shocked for a moment before he turned to Sandy and gestured at the corpse…."Kid? I said….suicide! Sue-ah-side? That's not a suicide!" Dixie snapped as he reached down and grabbed Fuso's gun. "And you don't leave a gun with paw prints, fluck what an amateur."

"Suicide, smoo-ah-side…..who cares…." Sandy snorted back as he pulled out a clean handkerchief and fiddled with Fuso's cell phone. See that?! Here's a picture of Fuso playing "poke poke" with a cub. Dirty cub-oh-phile got caught, pissed off dad shot him in the balls then blew him away. Case closed."

Sandy snapped his paw fingers in Dixie's face. "I got your amateur far up inside your tail hole mother flucker!"

Pixy snickered at his brother…."He's got you had."

Dixie snapped back. "Oh shut the fluck up you."

"So?" Sandy asked as he stuffed his paws in his pants pockets and rocked on his feet..."Do I qualify to tag with you two or what?"

Pixy nodded back. "I see no reason to say nope."

Dixie huffed. "Little smart ass...yes you can. But no gun! I can see right now you need to be properly educated...sheesh you made a mess of things you."

"Yeah…." Sandy replied. "But I can cook? I can cook really good! I know you guys would probably love a good "in house" cook huh?"

End of Chapter 7