Austin Whomped and More

The Clock Struck One

No Character POV:

The clock struck one, and 2 small little mice went down and decided to do some shit cause they were so bored.

The first mouse, Vangurl, said that going to HotAss's party is the best thing to do.

The second mouse, Hurlert, said that going cat sighting is the best thing to do.

And since they couldn't reach to an agreement, each went to do their own best thing.

With Vangurl:

Vangurl easily convinced the bouncer to let her in- a girl gotta have her ways.

She was looking for someone. Specifically, one of the hosts. More specifically, HotAss.

Her ex boyfriend, Marcel Toing, was here and she needs HotAss to make that cheating scum bag regret ever leaving her.

Her mom was right, rats are fucking bastards.

Unfortunately, Marcel found her before she could get to think about where HotAss was.

He started approaching her. So she ignored him and went the other direction, even if she just wanted to see his beautiful ratty face and feel those sewage smelling hands around her milky white waist.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see the bastard still following her, but she kept heading to the dance floor where she'll just grind onto the nearest rodent that she'll find- male or female- just to get that cheater to leave her the fuck alone.

But she didn't make it. She felt a paw wrap around her wrist, she thought it was Marcel's, but the paw was bigger and larger than that of her ex.

Some rodent grabbed her and pulled to the nearby toilet.

She felt him feeling her up through her fur and opened her mouth to shout for help, but the giant mouse kissed her to keep her quiet.

She started crying, this isn't what she wanted!

Then, she began to lose consciousness. The world around her spun and became all hazy and squished together.

Before she completely surrendered to the dark, the mouse's body was shoved off of her. And the smell of sewage filled her lungs.

She felt impossibly safe in Marcel's arms.

The next morning, the ex couple fought and shouted and cried until they made up and decided to give their love another chance.

With Hurlert:

Cat sighting is a frowned upon sport to do.
Mainly because the cat could fucking eat the rodent.

But Hurlert likes to take risks.

He's a daredevil that craves the rush of adrenaline.

If drugs and smoking aren't allowed anymore, then what looks like a suicide attempt in the guise of an extreme sport is the only option.

Hurlert went behind a small restaurant where- according to cat dating apps- is a famous hotspot for cats to gather around.

It wasn't too long before he spotted a very beautiful feline.

Her back was as black as night, along with half of her tail, paws, and head from her ears to her forehead. Her belly, the tips of her tail, and face were white. And her nose was adorably pink with a black spot covering a portion of it.

She was a masterpiece.

(He probably saw her on a cat dating app. She seems familiar).

"Well, well," She purred, "What do we have here?"