Not the Same Thing

The day passed with little incident; there were no mazes to be run, tests to be performed or experiments to be carried out. The scientists were actually for the most part quite absent and this was no coincidence; it had occurred to Brain that if he could adjust the schedules of senators he could adjust other people's schedules as well to give himself and Pinky a day off of sorts. They spent most of it just sleeping really but Pinky was up and about by noon, he didn't need as much sleep as Brain and he had work to do, and the telly to watch.

Brain required no more sleep than Pinky really; the normal schedule had made him accustomed to the routine of long days and long nights. What he found strange and even unsettling is that he wasn't planning world domination today. Since he wouldn't be able to test the transmitters until this evening and since his previous plan was in effect it was a waste of time and resources to formulate another plan. Under normal circumstances he would relish the wait, like a child aching to open the shiny present under the Christmas tree. Today however it left him to ponder the troubling events of last night and to formulate a plan of an entirely different nature; it would succeed, he had no doubt of that but what worried him is if it might cost him the only friend he ever had.

Evening came and Brain gathered Pinky for their normal briefing.

"So Brain wot are we gonna do tonight?"

"We are going...to see a movie Pinky"

Pinky gave a look that some how mixed joy and elation with confusion. It was a good look for him.

"Really Brain?! We're not taking over the world tonight?"

"Last night's Plan is still in motion, when we return I will test the transmitter we implanted."

"So what movie? I heard good things about Shrek 2" he gave Brain a hopeful look, look that almost melted Brain's heart.

"Maybe after Pinky, the movie we will see is an independent offering I've heard nothing about, 'Cry Joy' you might like it Pinky it's supposed to be a Comedy. I figured it'd be good to get out tonight, and we can use this as practice for our disguises."

"Joy!"

"And so they dressed. Just as before Pinky dressed in private, not so much that he required privacy or asked but the make up and sundry items were kept in the ladies rest room. This of course meant he took that much longer and given the plans this made Brain particularly impatient.

"Pinky how long can it take to "

"Ready Brain!"

Brain could only gawk. It was a variation on the 'Mother' disguise of the previous night. The blouse was white though the buttons were black and the cuffs and collar trimmed to match. The Skirt was a deep green affair with blue trim. It was just like the night before, even the make up, actually now the Brain looked closely the logical centres told him the make up was actually better. He actually used blush tonight along with the deep red lipstick. To top it off, literally, one brunette wig.

There was once a voice in his head that would tell him no, scream at him in fact, it seems so long ago; now all he could think of was getting to the theatre and setting his plan in motion.

They arrived at the theatre a little late, five minutes to be exact but it was beside the point. The tickets were paid for, so were the snacks. Granted the smallest popcorn they could get still required both of them to carry. Normally Brain would have argued but it was exceedingly cheap and he had other things on his mind.

As the settled in for the opening credits Pinky was quite entranced by the screen. Brain on the hand was quite entranced by his partner. The small sachet of powder he had in his pocket was the key to tonight's plan. A ruffie, to use a colloquialism, but it would be enough. It wouldn't hurt Pinky; he went to great lengths to ensure that.

The movie wasn't quite Brain's speed; the comedy was too 'lowbrow' for his tastes. Pinky seemed to be enjoying it but Brain knew it wasn't his friend's taste either - not enough slapstick. Then while Pinky enjoyed a bout of laughter at a man's inconvenient choice of seating he did it; he offered his friend popcorn kernel, one lightly dusted with the powder. Pinky took it and greedily ate; Brain merely waited for five minutes he waited, it was still not too late to turn back, but he couldn't he couldn't stop now.

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He couldn't have planned it better himself, one of the move's 'funnier' sequences involving a freshly waxed floor, several pies and three people performing uncomfortable variations of the splits. He supposed it was funny, but more importantly it had Pinky rolling over with laughter, the skirt riding up on his legs once more; now was his chance.

"Pinky, control yourself...you'll get us thrown out of the theatre if you're not quiet"

"Ha hahah, Sorry Brain, it's just the pies and that chap on the stairs Gahahahaha!"

Brain smiled, Pinky was excitable but this was a lot of giggling, even for Pinky. The powder was working. "Control yourself Pinky or I shall have to hurt you."

As the movie progressed the tone changed somewhat jarringly. "Cry Joy" seemed to be an accurate if inverted description of the film's tone, from slapstick and laughter to subtle brooding and depressing tones. He supposed the interplay of the contrast made a fairly decent commentary on the duality of life but it was not his concern this night; Pinky was.

'I have to try now, just act casual Brain, you can do it' strange. He could almost remember that voice chiding him just a scant 48 hours ago. Still it was right and in a tried and true technique he yawned stretched and as his arms came down one of them came down around his tall friend. Five minutes later Pinky was looking visibly bored and drowsy; the powder seemed to be taking full effect.

'It's now or never old bean' True enough. Still, there was a minute hesitation. "Pinky," he finally said, "How would you like to play a game?"

"A Game Brain?! Wot sort 'f game?" Pinky perked up almost worrying speed at the mention of a 'Game'. But brain wouldn't let that stop him.

"It's called 'Make Out' it's a popular activity for certain movie-goers when the movie becomes dull and boring."

"Oooh Narf! How do you play Brain?" Pinky had the most stunning blue eyes, and the make up he wore only brought out their appeal. Reaching up he took hold of Pinky's shoulders. The taller mouse by reflex leaned down to be closer to eye-level. One of the many non-verbal cues they'd grown accustomed to.

"Follow my lead. It starts like this..." He did it. He kissed Pinky, a male, his friend, his cohort. Not a small kiss either He figured if he was going to do this he'd do it full steam. It was a full lip on lip tongue in mouth kiss. For a moment his heart stopped...

Pinky froze for a moment, surprised, a calculated reaction, and he remained surprised for a good five seconds, seconds that felt like hours to Brain and then acceptance and reciprocation. The Powder really had worked.

Keeping his lips locked with Pinky's the Brain, emboldened, brought a hand to Pinky's hip then his thigh. Much to his surprise Pinky did the same. 'Of Course! I said follow my lead and he's doing just that' the voice confirmed. Pinky's fingers were running along the mini slacks brain had chosen to wear. A few minutes more and the movie was forgotten, by the Brain at least; his hands were both now feverishly stroking over Pinky's strong thighs; pulling up at the dress, causing the fabric to bunch rather nicely about the waist. Pinky's hands were doing much the same in a completely different way, reluctantly Brain removed one of his hands from Pinky's legs to guide his friend's hands; shifting them from thigh to lap, allowing them to squeeze about the growing erection trapped in those pants. There was a moment's hesitation Pinky and once again Brain's heart stopped, time itself seemed to pass agonizingly slow and then, the squeeze, Pinky's hands started moving again, stroking, pressing caressing and much to Brain's surprise, unzipping.

"Oh Pinky..." brain gasped, feeling his comrade's hands about the almost painfully sensitive erection. The kiss broken and while Brain gasped, Pinky giggled not in his usually giddy manner. It was close but he could tell there was a little more 'slur' in it.

"Naaaarf, you're a real good kisser Brain, tee hee, I think I like this game hee hee". Pinky was giggling and Brain could scarcely speak. His brain wasn't used to having so much of its blood supply diverted. Pinky squeezed again and the brain's member throbbed in his grip; a powerful but pleasant tremor travelling through him, all the way from his toes to his ears.

"Oh Pinky...." were the only words he seemed to be capable of voicing his blood deprived cerebellum struggling to prioritise it's cognitive resources. Not that any of this distracted Brain from Pinky's hands and before long he was squirming and panting quite readily. Then his mind, paragon of logic and reasoning, blanked out and for a few brief ecstatic seconds Brain only knew bliss.

White cum spattered over Pinky's hands and just a bit over his blouse, legs and dress. It was quite a surprise to both of them.

"Oh my Pinky! That was...interesting" Brain panted; later he would spend some hours wondering why he had chosen that particular word to describe the wonderful sensation.

"Ha Ha Ha, that was neat Brain." Pinky giggled, that same dopey smile and laugh he always made though as Brain reminded himself; doped up was probably a better term. "Does that mean I win Brain?"

"Oh yes Pinky you certainly won." the Brain replied his usual analytical tone returning rather quickly now.

"Goodie! Troz! What'd I win?" Pinky was practically bouncing in his seat, in fact he was bouncing and that gave the Brain an idea.

"You get to sit in my lap for the rest of the movie Pinky."

"Okay!"

Pinky seemed none the wiser, it really did seem like just another game to him. Truth be told, though he was sure the drug was in full effect, Brain could not see much difference in his friend's behaviour.

Pinky stood, the hem of his dress falling from his hips., but that was all right for Brain now that he was thinking and more sure of himself new how to get around that; just as Pinky started to sit Brain reached up , resting a hand on his friend's bottom.

"Wait Pinky" Brain whispered.

"Oh? Am I doing something wrong Brain?" he asked looking back with some concern.

"No Pinky you're doing fine I just need to make a few adjustments. Just stand there like that until I say 'sit'"

"Right-O Brain!"

A long time ago there was a voice in his head, he remembered it, it was a voice that chided him for even thinking the things he was now about to do. For a brief moment he wondered where it was now; then, his mind went to matters at hand.

At one hand was Pinky's bottom and that one was content to simply rest there for now. Its partner was busy else where, undoing the button on brain's pants and pushing them down to his knees where he sat. Then he brought it up to Pinky's bottom, giving a squeeze. A small gulp and a moment to steel his courage and he gave a casual upward tug to the back of Pinky's skirt.

The dim light of the theatre cast a slight sheen over Pinky's stockinged legs as they were revealed. Then the darker thigh bands of the sheer garment; he pushed tugged the skirt higher...now he would know. Another tug and the mystery was brought to light. Pinky was indeed fully and properly dressed as a lady, down to the sheer stockings and the smooth purple panties beneath the dress. With a smile he tugged PInky's hips towards his lap, and the quickly reviving member there. "Sit Pinky."

Obedient as always, Pinky sat and for the second time that night brain's logical faculties bade a swift departure. It was not only the feel of the cotton pressing against his cock, but the weight that went with it and the shape beneath it. His hands were still under Pinky's skirt and once his friend was seated they reached around following the contours of the panties from back to front and there his fingers found...a rather noticeable bulge straining. Pinky was aroused and Brain's fingers seized that arousal, squeezing it through the fabric, making his friend squirm in such a lovely way against his lap, teasing his own erection.

There was giggling at first but then just breathing as Brain's hands worked; the two stroking and caressing his friend's cock while his own nestled snugly against the cotton covered crevasse of Pinky's rump. One hand left the front and returned to the back, carefully scotching the waist band of the undergarments down, down enough for him to directly handle his friend and enough for a slow rock of the hips to push his own now quite stiff cock under Pinky's tail. He'd always heard about sodomy, and now the Brain would experience at one side of the whole thing.

Pinky let out a surprised sound; somewhere between a yip, a gasp and a grunt which oddly matched Brain's own heavy groan. The cum from the previous climax made for his cock slick, slick enough that it only took a few slow deep rocking hip grinds to sink into the roots. Pinky was breathing in gasps and groans along with Brain's own huffs and pants. Once Brain's hips started to rock and Pinky began to bounce lightly; a slick wet sound accompanied the heavy breathing, the sound of a cock pounding with repeated short strikes. For three minutes the sound and the breathing would quicken and then!

"Oh! Pinky!" the Brain groaned a loud, clutching Pinky's hips with on climactic thrust as he spent himself for the second time that evening. Somewhere through the pleasant fog that followed he could hear the music of the ending credits. The movie was over, as was he. He would have been content to sit there for another hour with his head on Pinky's back, listening to his tall friend's racing heartbeat with his cock still snugly buried to the roots in his rectum. His hands now that he realized were sticky and warm and it only took a moment for him to realize Pinky had climaxed as well.

The credits rolled and logic returned swiftly,

"The movie's over Pinky, we better get back to the Lab and get some rest."

"S-sure thing rain..mmm, was a fun game but I'm feeling all sleepy." Pinky mumbled, and with a slick squishy sound he shifted, sliding off brain's lap and off the theatre seat to the ground. Brain took a few moments to get his pants up and Pinky as well spent few moments adjusting things before offering Brain a hand down. So the two mice left and returned to the Lab. There was no world conquest but an equally pleasurable conquest was made. Pinky and the Brain returned home hand in hand and Brain was double pleased since he knew the drug would ensure the evening remained naught but a blur hopefully a pleasant one of a funny slapstick movie that grew boring and dull.

Two mice entered the Acme Labs at Midnight, one with a spring in his step, the other dozey but giggling. .

"Good night Pinky"

"*yawn* G'night Brain"


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Epilogue

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"Of all the rotten luck!" Brain muttered as he scanned the morning headlines. The top story was the apology by several key senators for the public spectacle the made during a brawl two nights prior. What infuriated brain was the caption of the photo... 'Seen outside the Berkshire Dental Clinic where they had made appointments to get their dental work redone.'

"The best laid plans of mice..." he mumbled but as he looked over to the rousing Pinky, he found himself smiling. All in all he considered the whole adventure a rousing success.

Last Night was pleasure, tonight would be business! After all, he had a world to take over!

THE END