Gaining a New Perspective by Cashew Lou
Summary: A dinner with Rogue.
Dedication: The character of Rogue appears through the gracious courtesy of his player.
For macro writing at its very best, tread lightly to Rogue's den.
Cashew Lou sat in an uncomfortable chair in the outer office of the Acme
Insurance agency, rifling through the pages of an ancient magazine. The
magazine's cover had long since been torn off, its contents reflecting
the issues and causes of the disco era. He tossed the magazine onto the
mahogany table in front of him, and the magazine slid over a carpet of
other randomly placed ones and flopped onto the floor, off the far side of
the table. The gazes of a few of the waiting furs in the lobby turned at
the noise, then returned to whatever had been occupying them before.
Lou quietly padded to the other side of the table, picking up the magazine
and returning it to the tabletop, arranging the assortment of reading
material into three piles, squaring the stacks neatly. He studied the
stacks, deciding the piles needed a bit more organization, and arranged
them by date. No--that didn't look right. He tried to arrange them by
title, then by subject, but that left too many stacks to fit neatly on the
table. He finally satisfied himself with an alphabetical arrangement, once
again in three neat piles.
Every eye in the place was on him by this time, and a few whispered
comments were passed behind raised paws about the fastidious wolf. He
blushed and meekly returned to his chair, its frame not agreeing with his
shaggy rump at all.
Lou scooted his backside in the torturous chair, trying in vain to assume
a comfortable position. Despite his discomfort, and the fact that his legs
were going numb from the thighs down, he felt himself beginning to doze,
his shaggy head making deep, rolling nods.
Some unknown period of time later, Lou felt a tap on his shoulder. A
young teenage badger stood above him, and every pair of eyes in the office
seemed to be on him. The first thing he thought was, Oh, no! Did I drool
in my sleep? His paw absently rose to his muzzle. Nope. Good and dry,
"Mister Louis!" the receptionist barked harshly, as if she had repeated
it several times before.
"Is that you, mister?" the young badger asked him.
"She's called for a
Mister Louis four times now, and nobody has answered her."
Lou nodded, his head trying desperately to clear. "I guess that is
me--sort of, anyway." He stood, and his numbed legs reacted about as
efficiently as blocks of grey-furred mahogany. He wobbled and fell,
scattering the magazines he had so neatly stacked before. Every pair of
eyes in the office was definitely on him now.
He took a moment to rearrange the magazines on the table once again, a
stall designed to allow the circulation to return to his legs. That done,
he found he could stand, and he padded over to the receptionist's desk.
The blood rushing back into his numbed legs created a maddening tingling
sensation, and it tickled him in an excruciating manner. He slumped
clumsily against the edge of the desk, finding it harder and harder to
stifle his helpless laughter.
"I'm Cashew Lou," he said, giggling uncontrollably. Even
though he had
regained the use of his legs, they were at the sensitive pins-and-needles
stage, and even the tiniest motion tickled him like mad. "I think--"
sputter, snort, giggle--"I think I'm the Mister Louis you're
He sprayed laughter in her face. "I'm so sorry...I can't help
The receptionist nodded, giving him a blank, cold, inscrutable stare. She
motioned to a paneled door behind her. "In there please, Mister Louis."
"Please," Lou said, his body trembling, trying to keep his laughter under
control as his legs recovered, "just call me Lou."
Giving no sign that she had even heard him, the receptionist repeated in a
frigid manner, "In there."
Lou nodded, his legs now as close to normalcy as he figured they were ever
going to get, and he made his way to the paneled door, turning the knob and
Lou's insurance agent, a handsome, extremely well-groomed and
kangaroo, looked up from his desk as the wolf entered, and he jumped up,
bounding across the room to meet his client. He snatched up Lou's paw,
pumping it quickly, pressing his other paw to Lou's back, guiding him to
chair. "Have a seat, please. Coffee? Soda? Mineral water?"
Lou smiled at the flurry of friendly activity, sitting in the chair
indicated to him, pleasantly surprised at how comfortable it was. "Umm...a
soda would be fine, I guess...."
The agent returned to his place behind the desk, punching a button on his
intercom. "Could you bring in a soda for Mister Louis, please, Rita?"
Rita's response was a noncommittal grunt, sounding neither positive
negative to Lou. "Please--call me Lou. It's not even short for
It's on my pack birth certificate, and I'm pretty sure you have a copy
"Sorry about that, Lou," the agent frowned, his tone of voice genuine.
"I hate it when folks get my name wrong, too."
Lou blushed. He couldn't remember the agent's name to save his
The agent grinned. "It's Ted."
Lou relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief. "Guess I'm the pot
kettle black, huh, Ted?"
Ted grinned, leaning to his left to pull a folder from his desk drawer.
"Not a problem. Look, you probably want to know why I called you here, and
I don't want to take too much of your time."
Lou craned his neck, trying to decipher what the papers were in the folder
on Ted's desk. He surmised they were his insurance records, but the pile
looked awfully thick, considering his relatively safe and quiet lifestyle.
"I have to admit I'm curious, yeah."
The 'roo closed the folder, resting his elbows on top of it, pressing
fingertips together. "I'm not sure just how to put this, but it
status has changed, at least from an insurance point of view, and I was
wondering why I hadn't heard from you, quite frankly."
"I'm afraid I don't follow you, Ted," Lou said, his brows
confusion. His status had changed? He wasn't married, had no children,
and no plans for either, ever....
Ted shifted in his chair, his tone deathly serious. "You've
very high-risk category, Lou. It's not pretty, but I'm going to have to
adjust your premiums to reflect that."
Lou slumped back, blinking in astonishment. "You adjust my premiums for
that?! I can assure you I'm an extremely cautious and safe fur. I mean,
get tested and everything...."
Ted shook his head. "Hmmm...somehow I don't think we're on the
here. Word has gotten around to me that you have been wandering into macro
Lou laughed, but cut it short when he saw the stern, concerned look on his
agent's face. "That's it? That's all?!"
The agent pulled a thick stack of papers from the folder. "I'm
need your signature on a few things, Lou." He slid the papers across the
desk. "Wherever you see an 'X,'" he advised.
Pulling a pen from the cup on Ted's desk, Lou flipped through the
casually. "I'm going to trust you here, Ted. What does this all
What am I signing?"
Ted leaned back and spoke, as if delivering a memorized speech: "No
matter the insurance company, the actuarial tables show across the board
that entering macro territory is an extremely high risk. There are several
offices that won't cover smaller furs who do so anymore. We do," he
frowning again, "but it comes at quite a price, I'm afraid.
"Forgive me for sounding motherly here, Lou," he continued,
just plain getting into the wrong crowd."
Lou nodded, scribbling his signature again and again. "You're
your job, Ted, listening to what the tables tell you to do." He stopped at
one particularly confusing page. "Where do I sign here?"
Ted's finger indicated several blank lines on the page. "Sign
here, initial here, date here, sign again here,' His finger was a blur
he flipped to the next page. "Initial here and sign hereherehere and
here." His finger seemed to be covering something on the final page.
Lou lifted Ted's finger from the sheet, and he did a double-take at
figure revealed there. "Before I sign the last line, what exactly am I
insuring here? The Taj Mahal?"
Ted sighed; he had seen something like this coming. "Lou, the sad truth
is you insure yourself with us, or you don't go insured at all." He
his pawfinger on the sheet. "That's the bottom line,
"But Ted, come on," Lou said, exasperated. "That much money. Come
"Look at it this way, then," Ted replied, "Yes, it's
true your rates have
nearly tripled. And that seems an obscene amount, sure, I know that. But
you look at a macro fur, hundreds of times your size, and it's a bargain,
"Bargain," Lou mumbled. "I really have no choice, do I?"
Ted lowered his head a little. "No, Lou, you really don't. No
will insure you for this; I checked. Like I said, it's this amount per
month or no insurance at all."
Lou let out a little sigh of resignation and signed the last line on the
document. He slid the stack back to his agent, rubbing his cramped right
paw with his left. "Please tell me that's all you need."
The kangaroo spirited the papers back into the folder, in turn tucking the
folder neatly into his desk drawer. Nodding, he answered, "That'll
I must say you're taking this pretty much in stride."
"I guess I don't see being around macros as all that high-risk.
never had a problem." Lou shrugged and stood, and Ted followed suit,
extending a paw.
"Be careful out there, Lou. I may be bad with names, but believe me when
I tell you my clients are important to me."
Lou shook his paw, clapping the 'roo on the shoulder. "Don't
it. I'll be fine."
He stepped back into the outer office, shaking his head and chuckling
softly, considering his new 'status.'
He was long gone before he realized Rita had never brought him a soda.
Outside the Acme offices, Lou took a deep breath, filling his lungs with
warm, fresh midday air. Such a fine day, he thought, perfect for a stroll.
He wondered idly as he padded along just how long it took for the
insurance paperwork to go through, seeing as he was at that moment making
his way toward 'high risk' territory. He decided quickly he really
care. He headed, more or less, in the direction of the forest.
Lou ambled, pretty much mindlessly, through the forest paths; he had a
destination in mind, but was in no particular hurry to get there. He felt
no trepidation, mind you; he was simply in a leisurely mood, and he had the
time to indulge it. Such opportunities were rare for him, and he savored
every moment when they arose.
He strolled, his deep green scarf bouncing against his furry chest, an
occasional breeze catching its fringed edges, flapping it about briefly
before it settled back into position around the wolf's neck.
Deeper into the forest, the smooth, rounded pea gravel seemed to change
consistency subtly beneath Lou's hindpaws, the chunks of rock becoming
larger, sharper, more foreboding. As a matter of fact, even though
sunlight streamed down as evenly and as brightly as before, a sense of
darkness seemed to pervade the surroundings the farther one progressed.
Tree limbs appeared more craggy, the grass flanking the path a darker
green, bordering on a sickly black color. Birdsong, the chirping of
crickets and the baritone utterances of bullfrogs fell silent.
It wasn't as though the place seemed dead, though; quite the opposite.
The air seemed to pulse, weighted with eerie vitality and power, like the
still tension before a tornado drops and strikes.
A few dozen more paces carried Lou through a clearing, and he had to
scramble to steady his footing, gigantic depressions in the soft ground
hindering his progress. Someone watching from high in the air above Lou
would have been able to see clearly that the depressions in question were
the paw prints of another wolf. Another, much larger wolf.
Lou's arrival was none too quiet, sticks snapping beneath his paws as
stumbled, and he muttered under his breath, concentrating at the task at
hand. He found a relatively flat piece of ground and stood, brushing bits
of leaves and dirt from his fur.
The creator of the obstacle course loomed in the distance, stomping toward
Lou looked up and watched as Rogue the megawolf approached. Ninety feet
of fur, muscle and appetite thundered toward the smaller wolf...and Lou
didn't even flinch. Rogue towered over him and raised his right hindpaw,
lowering it directly over Lou's body.
In such a situation, your average fur would have panicked and fled in
terror, or at least had the decency to scream or pass out. Lou stood his
ground, though. He had long ago made a pact with the gigantic wolf, who had
promised never to kill or eat him. So far, Rogue had been good to his
Should that situation change, Lou thought distantly, at least I have
He watched the massive pawpads descending toward him, the giant's foot
blotting out the sunlight, its shade cooling the ground at Lou's feet.
Scant inches above the top of Lou's head, Rogue spread the toes of his
hindpaw, leaving room for Lou's body to pass between them unscathed. He
slammed his foot to the ground, closing his toes and effectively pinning
Lou in place. Lou grimaced a little, his kneecaps grinding together as
Rogue's toes pinched his lower legs. He shifted one leg in front of the
other, easing the pain. He grinned up at his captor. "What's up,
Rogue's lips curled upward in an impressively toothy sneer.
Horny. Pretty much what is always up."
Lou nodded, running his paws lazily over the top of Rogue's hindpaw,
digging his clawtips in, making the big wolf's toes twitch. "Well,
know I can always be of help in one department. About the other, well..."
He shrugged, trailing off momentarily, a bit uncomfortable with the
subject. He had heard about Rogue's feeding habits; they were the stuff
legend nearly everywhere he had ever been.
"Speaking of what's up," Lou continued, lowering his head,
around to ease his stiff neck, "could you possibly sit or lie down or
something? You're making me dizzy, and I'm getting a monster crick in
Rogue nodded, spreading his toes, and he grabbed Lou unceremoniously in
his massive paw. He lowered his tremendous rump to the ground and reclined
on his free paw, then opened the other five or six feet above his chest and
tumbled Lou onto it. As Lou settled into a sitting position, Rogue
chuckled, bouncing the smaller wolf. "Looking down is about the same for
me," he boomed. "You need to be bigger."
Lou blinked, as if he had been slapped. In a quiet voice, he mumbled,
"It's been a really long time." He stared down at the ground
with a pained
Rogue shook his head in an attempt to make sure his ears weren't
him. He studied Lou for a long moment. At a total loss for words, he
simply said, "Huh?!"
After a thoughtful pause, Lou replied. "I could be big. I still can. I,
um...I...I know a little size magic."
Rogue gaped down at the little wolf. "You...?"
Lou shrugged. "As big as you, if I wanted, I guess. I haven't
in quite a while."
The giant wolf blinked, still taken aback. "You? Big? I'd like
"No you wouldn't." Lou shook his head vigorously.
"I'm not very good at
Rogue laughed heartily, the little wolf rolling on his chest. "What is
there to be good at? You stomp, you eat." He shrugged. "Nothing to it."
Lou returned Rogue's shrug. "I don't know...."
Rogue regarded Lou with renewed interest. "Can you still do it?"
"Sure, um...I suppose. Not so hot on the idea, though."
Wrapping his mighty paw around Lou again, a bit more gently this time,
Rogue lifted him and placed him on the ground between his legs. "Little
Lou, a megawolf!" He chuckled. "I have to see this." The giant stood,
his tremendous, nine-story form dwarfing the little wolf at his feet.
Lou shook his head. "I don't really--"
A gigantic hindpaw slammed into the ground less than a foot to Lou's
right, and Lou staggered, leaning against it. Rogue glowered down at the
smaller wolf. "Show me," he repeated.
Releasing a soft sigh of resignation, Lou nodded, padded a few paces back,
and closed his eyes. It surprised him how easily his growth came to him.
As he expanded, he could hear Rogue's growls of approval, the big wolf's
rumblings seeming closer and closer with each second that passed. His
muzzle brushed against what he guessed to be Rogue's chest at one point,
and he continued to tower higher into the air, his eyes clenched shut
through the entire process.
After a moment, Lou opened his eyes-and he noticed he had made a tiny faux
pas. He glanced down at Rogue. The shaggy wolf was now one hundred feet
tall, ten feet taller than the megawolf standing in front of him.
Rogue crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his hindpaw impatiently.
He cleared his throat.
Lou blushed a bit and concentrated on shrinking himself down to a more
acceptable size, dwindling to a more respectable eighty feet in height.
His muzzle was now level with the megawolf's shoulder, and he looked up
a sign of approval.
"Better." Rogue grinned. He reached up and rubbed his paw against the
red ball of yarn atop Lou's toque. "So your clothes grow, too.
Impressive," he snarled, a bite of sarcasm in his voice.
Lou brushed the end of his scarf against Rogue's chest playfully.
Rogue grabbed the scarf from Lou's paw, roughly unwinding it from his
neck. "No, I don't like. They make you look silly." He
tossed the scarf
aside, then removed the toque and pitched it, too.
Lou lowered his head, his feelings hurt by Rogue's teasing. Staring
at his hindpaws, he mumbled, "Nothing wrong with being a little silly...."
Lifting Lou's muzzle in his paw, Rogue looked down at him, shaking his
head. "You're a macro fur now. Little furs fear us, whether you
or not. It's hard to inspire fear with--" he gestured toward the
on the ground--"that getup."
Lou felt compelled to remind Rogue that not all little furs cowered in
fear at the sight of a giant--Lou himself enjoyed their company, as a
matter of fact, as did many other smaller furs. He opened his muzzle,
starting to express himself, but discretion got the better of him and he
let Rogue make his point.
"So stomping and feeding is what we do. And we look menacing while we do
it. We giants are like a force of nature..." he paused, thinking of just
the right way to put it, "think of yourself as a big furry hurricane or
"How about a big, cuddly hurricane...?" Lou asked hopefully. "I mean,
instilling fear really isn't a talent of mine...."
Rogue rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Fine. You do what you
gonna go find something to eat. You are more than welcome to join me. I
would prefer you not look all silly--it makes me look silly, too." That
said, the megawolf tromped off to begin his hunt. "Besides," he yelled
over his shoulder, "you just might learn something."
Lou bit his lower lip, unsure whether he wanted to learn the lesson being
offered or not. A feeding for the mighty Rogue could be a gruesome event,
he had heard. Stilll...the chance to witness such a spectacle with no fear
of being part of the meal appealed to him.
What the heck, Lou thought. I have nothing else to do; besides, it might
be interesting to see Rogue feed close up. At worst, if something should
bother me, I can turn my head or leave, he reasoned. He trotted after his
fellow wolf, eventually matching his lengthy strides to Rogue's.
"So, Rogue," Lou panted as he caught up, "where exactly do you forage for
"There are furs all over this muck," Rogue said, professorially, "the
trick is to find 'em in groups, find 'em where they gather. One or two
furs at a time aren't much of a meal, and you use more energy hunting
that way than they provide when you eat 'em."
A small shudder ran through Lou's body at the thought. Then again, he
considered, what else was there for a giant carnivore to eat? He wasn't
sure he could do it, but what would be the harm in watching...? A million
questions ran through his mind--How do you find them in groups? Where do
they gather? How do you round up a bunch of scrambling, panicking furs?
How do they feel--Lou shuddered again--going down? He was about to
vocalize some of these questions when Rogue stopped abruptly. Lou plowed
into him gracelessly, his mind having been far too busy to notice the
megawolf had stopped.
Rogue spun around and grabbed Lou by the shoulders. He gestured downward
with his big muzzle. "Shhh!" he hissed.
Lou lowered his gaze, and at their feet, about shin-high, he saw a small
one-story diner, full almost to capacity with an early afternoon crowd of
furs of various species. As of yet, no one in the restaurant seemed to
notice there was company outside.
Rogue grinned, his tongue snaking out to lick his chops. "It helps to
know when they gather, too." He crouched to his knees, effectively
surrounding the building with his massive legs, the main entrance to the
diner facing away from the giant wolf. His hunter's mind made sure the
main entrance was the only method of escape for his tiny captives, and he
watched it closely.
At first, Lou was astounded by the apparent lack of reaction by the furs
inside. He crouched beside Rogue, and after a few long moments a single
scream finally rose from the diner, muffled by the walls of fur and muscle
closing the place in.
Darkness filled the diner as Rogue crouched around it, and its interior
seemed to spring to life, the sounds of overturning tables and chairs,
shattering glass, and cries of panic matching the frenetic commotion as the
diners and staff rushed en masse to the entrance.
Rogue lowered his right paw directly in front of the diner's doors,
the first dozen or so unlucky furs piled into his palm, his mighty
pawfingers closing around them. A number of the tiny creatures passed into
unconsciousness as the pressure of the giant digits forced the air from
their lungs. The huge predator raised his paw to his muzzle, giving his
victims a clear, horrifying view of his fangs and cavernous maw.
Lou watched as furry little arms and legs flailed madly in Rogue's
Rogue opened his fingers, tumbling the furs into his muzzle, his tongue
scooping them to the back of his mouth. Lou winced as Rogue's muzzle
clamped shut, the snapping of bones muffled both by the giant's muzzle
the softer tissue of the smaller furs' bodies. The wet snapping sounds
went on for quite a while, until it seemed there was little left in the
tiny bodies to be broken under the force of the gnashing teeth.
Rogue chewed and swallowed with relish, lowering his right paw once again,
dragging another group of running furs into a clump, scooping them up. As
his paw rose higher into the air, a small fox managed to escape between the
mighty fingers, and it began to run up the megawolf's forearm. Perhaps
knew it didn't stand a chance, but its efforts were certainly
Rogue neatly snagged the fox off his arm with the thumb and first finger
of his left paw. He regarded the tiny creature, and instead of eating it
right away, he handed it to Lou. "Here," he said, "enjoy."
Lou blinked, catching a glimpse of bits of fur, a couple errant scraps of
clothing, and a lot of blood inside Rogue's muzzle as the big wolf spoke.
In a daze, he held out his own paw, and allowed Rogue to drop the frantic
fox into it. Without really thinking, he popped the little fur into his
muzzle. His mind kicked in, asking him just what in the hell he was doing.
The sensation was odd, but not entirely unpleasant; in fact, Lou found it
a little exhilarating.
Having spent some time in Rogue's muzzle at his normal size, Lou knew
sensual a giant tongue could be. He rubbed the tiny vulpine inside his
muzzle, but his little captive obviously misunderstood Lou's intentions.
Lou gasped, startled, opening his muzzle back up again, as he felt a sharp
pain on the side of his tongue. The little bastard was biting him! The
coppery tang of his own blood gave Lou a sharp moment of clarity, and he
could suddenly understand clearly the rush of pleasure Rogue was enjoying
as the megawolf chomped away at his second mouthful.
Despite the anger and the twinge of bloodlust Lou felt, he still
bring himself to eat the tiny fur. He simply stood there, his muzzle
hanging open, tiny droplets of blood beading on his tongue.
The fox seemed at a loss as to what to do. It stood on the end of
tongue, looking down, apparently certain the leap from such a height would
be fatal. It glanced nervously back and forth from the ground below to the
gigantic throat behind it.
Lou raised a paw to his muzzle, nudging the fox forward with his tongue.
The amazed little fur took the cue and hopped into the gigantic paw, and
Lou lowered it to the ground. The fox wasted no time, and bolted for its
life. It never realized its focus was on the wrong wolf.
Rogue, having witnessed the entire episode with astounded disgust, waited
for the fox to get a respectable distance from Lou's paw, and he slammed
his fist down upon the luckless creature, leaving little but a russet smear
on the ground. He glowered at Lou, and growled, "This is what I get for
taking you out to lunch?"
Lou lowered his head, mumbling, "I guess I really don't have it
Rogue shook his head. "I guess not." He shrugged and gathered one final
pawful of scattering furs, having to sweep back and forth several times to
even get a dozen, since they had fanned out over such a wide area. He ate
them quickly, smacking his lips, chewing with his mouth open. He made sure
to give Lou a good look as the furs turned into a frothy red paste.
Lou turned his head, blinking slowly, leaning back to sit on his rump,
seemingly studying something of interest in a distant grove of pines. He
sighed softly, aware of the last of the surviving little furs screaming off
into the distance. His mind tried to blot out the horrified screeches.
On occasion, even a destructive force of nature has a softer side. Rogue
reached over and placed a paw on Lou's shoulder. "Look," he
said, "so it's
not your bag. It doesn't make you any less a macro--or a fur, for that
Lou turned his head, giving Rogue a weak smile. "Thanks."
Still crouched over the diner. Rogue reached down, placing a huge paw on
either side of the building. With a grunt, he wrenched it from its
foundation, metal screeching on metal, furniture and fixtures tumbling this
way and that, chunks of concrete and glass falling to the ground as he
lifted. "Hold out your paws," he said.
Lou cupped his paws in front of him with a curious look.
Rogue propped the doors of the diner open with his pawfingers, tilting the
building, emptying its contents into Lou's paws. "You should be
find something to eat in there that isn't moving." He began to pick
through the rubble with his big fingers, tossing tables, chairs and other
inedible detritus aside. "See? There's a burger or two...I think
are mashed potatoes...."
The smaller wolf chuckled, watching as Rogue reduced the pile in his paws
down to the palatable bits. He licked the hodgepodge of mixed food into
his muzzle, and after chewing it a few times, opened up to give Rogue a
good look at the pulp he had created. "Aaaaaaaaa..." he said, grinning.
Rogue dropped the diner with a crash, more or less on its foundation. He
laughed heartily, ruffling Lou's head fur with his big paw. "Very
Lou closed his muzzle and swallowed. He glanced down at the diner,
leaning horribly askew on its now useless foundation. Even though he
realized fully that the building would never serve a purpose again, he
straightened it out with his paws, squaring it as neatly as he could. He
stood, studying his handiwork, and nudged one corner of the building with
his hindpaw, shifting it into place. As with the magazines in the
insurance office, he arranged the crumpled diner with a slow, steady
compulsiveness. Nodding, finally satisfied, he looked down at Rogue and
offered his paw. "Mind if we go back now?"
Rogue accepted Lou's paw, and with his help hefted his mighty frame to
feet. Glancing down at the diner, then back to Lou, he asked, "Are we
pretty much agreed this place has little to no use anymore?"
"I suppose, but...."
"Good." The big wolf needed no further prompting, and his gigantic
hindpaw thumped to the ground. It just so happened it was the diner's
luck to be between Rogue's foot and the ground at the time, and the small
structure was instantly rendered much, much smaller. He gave the remains
another good stomp, crushing the debris into an unrecognizable mass, much
like his powerful jaws had done to its former occupants. Lifting his paw,
shaking it free of chunks of rubble, he gave Lou a contented, sly grin.
Rogue brushed his paws together, not so much to clean them of dust, but as
a gesture of satisfaction in a job well done. He grinned. "Now we can
Lou smiled up at Rogue, his gaze lowering to the big wolf's hindpaw.
smile on Lou's muzzle faded quickly when he saw the rusty smear on the
ground that had once been a fox. He closed his eyes and shook his head,
muttering under his breath.
"What?" Rogue asked, taking a casual glance down at the remains of the
fox. His grin widened. "Still hungry?
"That's not funny," Lou said with an icy growl.
"That's not funny at
Rogue took a step back, a 'what the hell?' look on his face. His
became defensive and angry. "What's your problem?"
Lou took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He exhaled, looking Rogue
directly in the eye. "You didn't even eat it."
Rogue snorted, trying not to burst into laughter outright. "So?"
"So!" Lou was nearly yelling. He paused a moment, trying to regain his
composure. "So," he continued, his voice still half an octave above
normal, "you just smashed it. You just--" he trailed off, gesturing
Rogue narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to one side. "You watched me
eat all those other furs, and you had no problem with that." He shrugged.
"I don't get it."
"That," Lou snapped, poking Rogue's chest with a pawfinger,
Something we all need." He spoke through clenched teeth, enunciating each
syllable, as if addressing a very slow child. "That I can understand. We
all need to eat. But the fox--" another poke to Rogue's chest--
building. Come on! You're a big wolf, Rogue. You need to be a little
more careful about the way you get your thrills."
Rogue pressed a paw to Lou's chest and shoved, sending the smaller
staggering backward. He stomped toward Lou, snarling angrily. "You wait
one damn minute!" He shoved Lou again. "The last thing I need is to hear
this shit from you!"
Lou stumbled backward again, his arms flailing wildly, barely keeping his
balance. He held a paw out to ward off another shove. "Now you hold on!
All I'm saying is this smashing and stomping crap bothers a lot of
Rogue stood toe to toe with Lou, the larger wolf's eyes ablaze with
fire of his anger. "How does it feel?" he growled.
Lou's heart hammered in his chest. He had never seen Rogue this
off, and he had a creeping feeling that not even a fellow macro fur was
entirely safe with the megawolf in this kind of mood. "How does what
feel...?" he asked in a stunned, quiet voice.
"How does it feel," Rogue hissed, "to know that every fur in the world
likes what you do? That there isn't a single fur anywhere that has a
problem with you?"
"Oh, come on, Rogue...."
"Climbing around on the cocks of giant furs, blowing your wad on their
tongues!" Rogue barked, nose to nose with the smaller wolf. "Just think!
Everybody wants to be Cashew fucking Lou!"
Lou recoiled at the sharp words, and all the fight went out of him. His
shoulders slumped and he lowered his muzzle, profoundly ashamed of himself.
"Sorry," he croaked in a tiny, choked voice. He began to return to his
normal size, shrinking steadily.
Rogue roped in his temper a bit, but he was still angry. "That's
the reasons I promised not to eat you," he growled, "'cause you
me the high and mighty bullshit." He sighed, shaking his head. "Was one
of the reasons," he corrected.
Lou shrank to his normal height, shivering slightly in the shadow of the
giant wolf towering over him. He couldn't remember the last time he had
felt this weary. He sat cross-legged on the ground between Rogue's
hindpaws, closing his eyes. "No need to hold you to that promise now," he
Rogue crouched down, scooping Lou into his paw. He lifted the tiny wolf
to his face and nudged Lou with his huge, cold nose. Lou's eyes clenched
shut even tighter, and he shivered again.
Even the mighty megawolf had a soft heart when the spirit moved him. He
blanketed Lou's body with his immense tongue, exhaling warm breath over
little wolf. "Lucky I just ate," he chuckled softly.
Lou opened his eyes, relieved to find himself outside Rogue's muzzle,
rather than inside it. He blinked up at Rogue, unsure what to do or say.
"Look..." he began.
"We're different, you and me," Rogue interrupted.
Lou nodded solemnly. About that there could be no doubt!
"Other furs hate me for what I do," Rogue continued, shrugging, "Normally
I could care less, but I don't want you to be one of 'em."
Lou smiled. He had a feeling he had just been complimented, in
own roundabout way. "I won't be, Rogue, I promise. I'll just keep
distance during feeding and stomping time." His smile brightened, and he
gave the huge wolf a friendly lick on the nose.
"Well, if feeding and stomping are out, that only leaves sleep and..."
Rogue's lips peeled back from his gigantic fangs in a sly sneer.
woof wants to play, huh?"
Lou answered Rogue with his own miniature version of the megawolf's
"Let's get outta here, big guy."
Rogue nodded, and he pressed the little wolf against his massive chest.
With Cashew Lou nestled thusly against his gigantic body, Rogue stomped
back to his cave, the thunder of the giant wolf's footfalls marking his
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