massive gyrating crowd. As soon as he re-joined, he interlocked tongues with a ebon-skinned
human female, and then placed a delicate paw on her buttocks. Brendan! Where is Brendan?
I stumbled forward a few steps and entered the massive gyrating mass. “Brendan!
Brendan!” I shouted. “Brendan!” I walked amongst the sweaty masses for what felt like hours. A
mole-woman grabbed me by my shirt and licked my face from jaw to forehead.
“Shwant shto shhave sha shgo, shhandsome?” She grabbed my groin with her paw and
moved close into me. “Shcome shspill shyour shseed shwithin shme. ShI shcan shswallow shyou
shwhole.” I could feel my member stiffen in her palm. No, I need to find Brendan first.
“Maybe later, lassie, I need to find me friend first.” I continued onwards, leaving behind
the red-lipped mole-woman. “Brendan! Brendan!” Where could he be… And just like that, there
he was. His broad shoulders were turned away from me, but I knew that thick black neck hair
anywhere. “Brendan!”
Brendan turned and barked a laugh when he saw me. “My friend, did you enjoy have
your atoms torn apart and rearranged.” He spoke loudly to be heard over the frantic music.
“Enjoy is not the word I would use.”
“Ha! You get used to it, and the moonshine is worth it. Here! Try mine!” He pushed the
stone cup in his hands towards my chest, I grabbed hold and took a sip. Fire filled my whole
body, and my cheeks turned instantly red. As the magma dripped down into my belly, I could
already feel the buzz coming on.
“Great Gambit, what the fuck is this?”
“Mole-magma its called, distilled from the fire-rice of the magma fields, an ancient
recipe of the mole-folk. Though Shrendice here likes to tell me it’s what comes from a mole-