Jagger's a bit tipsy

it's our very first suggested-story and I took Asher's inspiration!  All Patreon paid members may suggest a story for me to write (using my own characters only) in this separate bonus.

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Asher wondered how Jagger would act when wasted, and you can find out now.  He acts a little like I would sometimes (I have many sides) Jagger intentionally was written to drop in and out of using contractions etc.  Charlie seems also somewhat out of character but only because in all his time knowing Jagger, he had never seen him this carefree or wasted.

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"I'mma gonna do it!  I'mma gonna paint over the 'A' and make it an 'O' when no one's looking!" said the tipsy, bearish snow leopard.

His rowdy friend Charlie the sabertooth tiger took a few moments to laugh first before speaking. "C'mon Jagger, don't disrespect Awol!  This is the only bar that has GOOD deals... and why are you talking like Mario all of a sudden?"

Jagger presses his nose right up to Charlie's and smiled coyly.  "It's-a me: Moy-e-o!"  One look behind him would reveal that Jagger's nub of a tail was swishing a bit.

"Man, you're really havin' a ball, huh?  The last time I said your surname, I thought you were gonna pulverize me!" the saber-cat exclaimed.

Jagger chuckled in a slightly exaggerated manner and patted the top of Charlie's round gut.  "There is a time and place for everything, and right now I am at peace with 'Moyo.'  Besides, who could not be at peace around youuuu?" Jagger was going back and forth between talking clearly and talking like a giddy school boy.

"OK big guy, if you're so peaceful, then do tell — what are your favorite things?" Charlie asked, wondering how much his friend would spout out in such a carefree state.

Jagger's eyes became large, and the lighting showed off their stunning emerald color.  "In THIS ORDER: butts... music... bellies..." After speaking with long pauses between each of his favorite things, Jagger placed his left paw under Charlie's stubby tail and cupped his right paw over Charlie's outie navel.  "Here is the butt and here is the belly... now WHERE is the mewwwwsic?"

"Hah, gimme a few wobbles or press on me, and you'll prolly get a burp!" Charlie grinned his trademark grin.

Jagger rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue. "Yours are not among my favorite things, especially when you —" Jagger paused and perked his ears up as he looked to the stage.  The iconic Time Warp started playing, and an almost scarily large smile grew on Jagger's face.  An otter with particularly large ears wearing only a singlet (presumably an employee having a bit of stage fright) was awkwardly standing there... he made eye contact with Jagger, who propelled himself toward the stage by pushing on Charlie's belly.  Somehow, he had the foresight to not jump on the stage, which would surely collapse it.  A delighted drag queen in entirely purple watched from the side, and another employee — a slim, well-dressed tiger close by — kept an eye on what was happening.  Of all the people in the bar though, Charlie had the biggest reaction: mouth gaping open in total disbelief.  He had never seen his friend be so open!  Perhaps the most unexpected thing was that Jagger did not sing any of the lyrics, but instead mouthed them.

Jagger began pantomiming motions relating to what the current lyrics were, his body moving fluidly.  For someone with two left feet, the bear-snep certainly was not having any issue appearing as if he had memorized a dance.  Almost the entire time, he kept his eyes locked onto the sheepish otter, with Jagger placing his hands on the otter's shoulders once in a while as he glided across the small stage.  Cheering and hoots could be heard in the audience, but not a single person reacted unfavorably — smiles were all around, patrons and employees alike.  Though the otter could stop stop blushing from the unexpected event, he rolled with it, perhaps grateful someone was there to help him on his first night of whatever he was meant to do.  Jagger gave a quick look to the tiger, who in return quickly looked away.  Normally Jagger would not give it a second thought, but he was confident the tiger liked what he saw as Jagger's shirt was lifting up quite often due to the rapid motions and arm-stretching he was doing.  It was then time for the pelvic thrust of course, and Jagger's motions were so exaggerated that the otter stepped back out of caution.  At the end of the song, Jagger's head was feeling a bit hazy, but he was still holding his alcohol just fine.  With some caution, he began to sit on the stage and relaxed on his back, but not before sticking his legs up and out in a dramatic manner, feetpaws very visible.  The drag queen sat in the chair closest to the stage and began complimenting and chatting with Jagger, whose belly was on near-full display with his shirt a few inches north of his navel.

Charlie stood up and approached the stage, impressed but still with a hint of concern in his eyes.  Before Charlie even got close though, Jagger was already upright and smiling.

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Half an hour later back at Charlie's place, Jagger was fondly nuzzling Charlie's neck.  "That was so much funnnn, did you see me??" Jagger asked, as if he were fishing for praise.

"Hah, it was fun..." Charlie began to speak, just petting Jagger's head in response, not letting himself get tempted to make a move on his sloshed friend. "But never forget: Sweet Transvestite is better."

"You shut your mouth or else!" Jagger said, promptly kissing Charlie on the lips in some type of effort to do as he commanded.

The saber-cat's eyes widened, but he kept the kiss brief for once in his life, then guffawed.  "Or else what?"

"I will make you bigger and use you as my bed..." Jagger said proudly and puffed out his chest as if wanting to show off his lung power, which was usually saved for singing.

Charlie thumped the side of Jagger's belly and went nose-to-nose.  "Not if I make you mine first.  I got that pump for the air mattress somewhere around here — you wouldn't mind, yeah?"

Jagger groaned and kneaded Charlie's belly, especially around his love handles.  "Why is everyone trying to make me bigger?"

"I dunno, prolly 'cuz it's cute when you complain..." mister saber-cat trailed off, unable to do much more, as a belly massage from Jagger usually left a person like putty.