The Old Man's Mesmer
A little story involving my character, Thimas, and the commissioner's lizard. Just a silly look at this badger, a silly thing to see what he's like, so that you guys can have an idea of what kind of person he is.
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The Old Man's Mesmer
For Nataraj
By Draconicon
Having settled things with the school administration - something about being too forward with some of the students, and being too off-topic for the district's schedule - Thimas left the college with music playing in the air and a fair bit of students jumping about in music-induced choreography. Most of them were a bit out of it, their eyes dazed from the tune that he'd sung over the intercom, but they'd come out of it in a few hours. Probably rather exhausted, the badger admitted, but that was not really a punishment. They could use the exercise, anyway.
The older badger walked down the street with his hands in his pockets, admiring the summer sunset, the occasional vibration of a car going by, the roar of a plane coming down to land at the airport just outside the city. The rumble of the city symphony surrounded him at every turn, and he found himself tapping out the unconscious beat that lay in the constant thrum that went on around him.
"Hmm, hmm..."
He smiled to himself, tapping his fingers against his thighs in his pockets, feeling the tune developing in the back of his head. The notes rose and fell, the sound of the city coming to him and filling in the blanks that were left behind as old songs slipped away and new songs tried to form in their place. Meshing against a mental background of measures and meter, he started to slot them in bit by bit.
His pace changed, his toes tapping, his feet sometimes rising to skip a bit as he moved along, testing out the feel of the new notes, the new sounds, the new beats. They weren't quite right, not quite natural enough, but that was alright. That was part and parcel with experimentation, part of learning new things and seeing how they worked.
The badger was about to start clapping some of it out when reality came crashing by again.
BANG!
"And stay out!"
A big gorilla of a bartender stepped out of his place of employment, carrying a lizard along in his arms. Said lizard was dressed in tight, skimpy, pink clothes, all of which seemed to be made more of latex than cloth, and all of which clung to him in a very strange, very silly fashion.
Thimas barely caught the lizard before he could be thrown into the road, pulling the reptile out of the gorilla's grip.
"Pardon me, sir, but perhaps we shouldn't be encouraging vehicular homicide?" he said.
"...Yeah, yeah. Fine. He's your problem, now."
"Problem?"
There was no answer from the gorilla. As the big ape went back inside, Thimas turned to look at the little guy that he'd just rescued.
Of course, little guy was relative. He was in his forties, the lizard was maybe in his mid-twenties, and a couple of inches shorter than him. The badger snorted, wriggling his mustache at the end of his muzzle as he looked the lizard over once more.
No sign of drunkenness, at least. He'd been around enough partying youngsters to know the signs, and the lizard didn't have any of that. If anything, he looked very sober, very...eager, for that matter.
The badger's lips turned up in a smile.
"Get a little too handsy in there, young'un?"
"Not my fault people can't appreciate a few cock grabs."
"Heh, oh, boy..."
"What? It's not like they're not going to be doing it to themselves when they get home," the lizard said, brushing himself off. "The only difference is that I'm trying to give them something better than a hand. One of them picks me, they'll be set for the night."
"And if they didn't want that, hmm?"
"Well, I just go to the next one. And the next one. And the next one."
"...Starting to see why he threw you out, boy."
The badger shook his head. Horndogs, all of them. Just making it into their twenties, moving out, then going out to find the best lays of their lives. All of them convinced that they were Casanova, all of them thinking that all they had to do was give the right line and someone was going to fall into their arms.
Ah, he missed those days.
Chuckling, Thimas patted the lizard on the back, guiding him away from the bar door.
"Come on. Let's you and I have a talk."
"Is this one of those talks when I get a dick down my throat while you tell me what a good boy I'm being?"
"Only if you want it to be."
"...Didn't think it'd be that easy."
"I'm an older guy, kid. I'm easier than you'd think...and better than you expect."
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The pair of them went to a motel, the badger paying for the night. He'd just been paid for the week, so he could afford it. He took the lizard back to their room, way in the back of the left wing of the building, and threw him on the bed. They had a fair bit of fun, and he filled the lizard's ass twice before they pulled apart.
Thimas was nice enough to take the wet side of the bed, planting himself in the little puddle of cum left by the lizard. He pulled his arms over his head, bringing one back down when the lizard decided to use his chest as a pillow.
His hand had a mind of its own, gently rubbing down the reptile's arm and back, shaking his head.
"You're going to get yourself in trouble someday, kid."
"Heh, I got you tonight, didn't I?"
"You were running that bartender ragged, I'm guessing?"
"Well, I lost the bouncer, first. Got him to chase someone in my coat right up main street. And then I went back in, going from guy to guy -"
"Oh, boy..."
Thimas rubbed his forehead, unable to help chuckling. It was horrible, absolutely horrible, but he had to give the little guy props for thinking the situation through, if only in the entirely wrong way.
"Son...Oh, you really...heh...you really...hehehe..."
He held up a finger, claiming the time to laugh. It took him a full minute to get it all out, all while the lizard was staring at him incredulously, which was not helping in the slightest. By the time that he was able to catch his breath, he was coughing and sputtering, shaking his head.
"Son, you really, really need to find yourself a boyfriend. Or two. Three, if you're as stretchy as I think you are."
"You think I could hold down three boyfriends?" the lizard asked, eyes wide.
"If you can use that mouth as well as you used your ass? Definitely."
He chuckled, patting the lizard - Nataraj, he'd learned the kid's name was - on the back, just above the tail. He helped the snuggle get a bit stronger, shaking his head.
"But seriously, get a boyfriend. You're the kinda guy that needs one, I think."
"I'm tough. Independent. This lizard don't need no man."
"No, just dick, right?" he asked, smiling.
"However did you know, oh big balled savior of mine?"
"Just a guess." He shook his head. "But look. Do me a favor. Just...try. Try and find someone that'll click with you. It's gonna be hard, but it'll be better than dodging the police every night. Fun as the risk is, it's gonna wear you down, and I don't want to see your cute butt in prison."
"...I'll think about it, okay?"
"That's all I ask." Thimas chuckled. "That, and listening to a little song. Do you mind?"
"You fucked me good. I'm not going anywhere."
Thimas rolled to the side, reaching down to his discarded pants. He pulled out a harmonica that he kept for just these sorts of occasions.
Now what did I have in mind? he thought. Right. The Song of the City...
The badger scooted up towards the wall, putting a few cushions behind him to get comfortable. The lizard laid across his lap, looking up past his belly as Thimas set to playing. The rhythm of the city, in all its unpredictable chaos, the bounce and the joy, the dive and the sorrows, the chugga-chug of the cars always going and the tap-tap-tap of people walking. It emerged slowly, but surely, an all-encompassing sound that just pulled people to slide away into it.
And the lizard did just that. He smiled as he watched Nataraj's eyes slowly droop down, the lizard's attention slipping, his mind going. The song had its hooks in him now, pulling him down to a point where it was all he could think about.
Thimas kept playing, shifting his position so he could curl a leg around the lizard, gently hugging him with one set of limbs while the others were busy playing. It wasn't much, but at least it'd give the kid a chance to pull himself together.
The song was more than that, though. The longer he played, the more Thimas could see that the little lizard was slipping into trance. He was losing any thought of anything but the music, any thought of anything but the tune that was running through his head.
It was completely intentional, of course. The Song of the City was a simple thing, a little song that would slide into anyone's head. Each city had a different one, of course, but it was such a constant sound that everyone knew it in their subconscious. Hearing it brought to life just opened that door and let them slide down there.
Maybe the lizard could find a few answers for himself there, too.
Thimas kept playing, finding a part where he could use just one hand, and dropped the other down to pet the lizard. Nataraj deserved something better than this constant, endless chaos of searching for fun.
The End