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In the past; I should be doing Uni work, but oh well.
Topic Started: Mar 14 2009, 12:25 PM (222 Views)
Mungojerrie
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Just something slapped together quickly. Sort of explains why Mungo is the way he is in the RP.

Entirely up to Emi as to whether it counts or not, since Bomba is her character.


Mungojerrie stood waving at the door. He watched the last guests at his party leave. Admetus and Plato were going to be in trouble for letting their little brother get drunk, Mungo mused as he watched the pair stagger off, supporting the sloshed twelve-year-old Pouncival between them.

Mungo closed the door and headed back into the lounge room. His parents had left hours ago to stay elsewhere for the night, allowing Mungojerrie’s eighteenth to take full swing. Of course, there was one guest to there.

Bombalurina lay luxuriously on the lounge, watching the now eighteen tom. She was here for a reason. This kit was young, hot, and now old enough. Not that it would be approved, but since she knew that Mungo had a thing for her, and was rather drunk himself now, it should be easy.

“You must work out a lot,” she commented idly.
“A bit,” Mungo conceded, rather understating his habits. He took a good gulp from the bottle of alcohol he was drinking from, purposely tensing his arm muscle as he drained it above him.
Bomba smiled. Definitely hot. It wasn’t just his arms. His chest was toned wonderfully, and she could see the muscles on his stomach through his fur. The young, impish face only helped matters. He looked sweet, but defiantly male. He wanted her, she could smell it. The pheromones poured off him. She readjusted herself, showing more of her body.

Mungojerrie put the empty bottle down, gazing over the red queen on the lounge and subconsciously licking his lips. Damn she was sexy. Those curves, those breasts, that arse. She was a goddess and he had more than a little crush on her. She always seemed to bright and friendly, as well as drop dead gorgeous. And red. Red was great. Plus the white front which made her chest look even better. He wasn’t the only one whose desire was hanging in the air. He could smell her urges and, as a result, his interest was already showing.

Bombalurina sat up and patted the space beside her.
“Come on,” She purred. “You should really sit down. It’s late and you must be tired.”
Mungo grinned and slipped himself onto the lounge to join the object of his affection.
Bomba watched between his legs as he sat down. Yep, that was pleasing and just as good as the rest of his body. There was no doubt as to where this would lead now.

“I’m not tired yet,” Mungo purred. “In fact I’ve still got quite a bit of energy to burn.”
“Well, we’ll have to find some way to get you worn out then, won’t we?”
God, it was pathetic, such talk. But that’s what booze and lust will do. True, the queen’s lust may not be entirely the same as the affection the young tom thought he had, but for now, it was close enough.

Bombalurina scooted closer to Mungojerrie, purring and trailing a paw down his chest.
Mungo purred as well, raising an arm around her shoulders.
Slowly, they pulled together, lips meeting. They quickly moved their kiss from soft lips to tongues clashing. Bomba moaned into the kiss, shifting a paw down between Mungo’s legs, causing him to lean his head back and groan.

Bombalurina smirked. If that kiss was anything to go by, then he was inexperienced, but learned very quickly. She squeezed her paw, making him collapse backwards. This was going to be a very good night.




Mungo opened his eyes. That night had been incredible. He shifted on the couch, trying to find the red queen. He sat up when he couldn’t find her, but smiled when he saw her come out of the bathroom.

“Morning,” he purred.
“Morning,” she purred back. “I’m sorry I’ve got to go so soon.”
Mungo sighed. “It’s all right, my parents will be home soon anyway.”
Bomba smiled and headed for the door.
“Wanna get together again later?” Mungo asked.

Crap! That was the bad part.
“Well, you see Mungo. It wouldn’t be a good idea. People would frown on it,” Bomba said. “It’s best if we just leave it at this and enjoy it for what it was.”

With that, Bombalurina made her sudden exit. Mungo stood there staring at the inside of the door for a while.
What it was? What was it? Didn’t it mean anything to her? Was it just a simple screw and goodbye? He sat down glowering on the lounge until he head his parents out the front and he quickly exited out the back.




Mungojerrie stood in the alley, watching Bombalurina flirt shamelessly with the Rum Tum Tugger. Bitch. How could she toy with him like that?
“Since when have you ever lurked in alleys?” a voice behind the young tom asked.

He turned to see Macavity standing there.
“What do you care?” he bit back.
“Well, you’re normally the cheerful one. Eyes shiny but closed to the real world.”
“Well maybe they’re open,” Mungo retorted, turning his back on Macavity again.
The ginger tom smiled and put his arm around the young tom. “Good. Want to talk about it?”
“No.”


The booze Mungojerrie got for his birthday went untouched. The weights he used everyday went dusty. He never did talk about it.
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Aww. :( Poor Mungo. I liked it. It works for me, I'm not entirely sure what Bomba's motives might be but I still believe she'd do it. She's such a bitch.
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Bomba's motives: He's hot, young and drunk. She's horny.

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