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My headcanons for the Critters I will be following for these works.

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Generic intros;

• Dogday - pan // he/him //cis // dating Catnap
• Catnap - gay // he/they // male leaning non binary AFAB // dating Dogday
• Kickin Chicken - bi // he/him // trans man AFAB // dating Bubba
• Hoppy Hopscotch - lesbian/poly // she/her // trans girl AMAB // dating Bobby and Crafty
• Craftycorn - lesbian/poly // she/her // cis // dating Bobby and Hoppy
• Bubba Bubbaphant - gay // he/him // cis // dating Kickin
• Picky Piggy - straight // she/her // cis // dating Allister
• Bobby Bearhug - pan/poly // she/her // cis // dating Crafty and Hoppy
• Baba Chops - lesbian // she/they // female heavy leaning non binary AFAB // dating Maggie
• Simon Smoke - straight // he/him // cis // dating Rabie
• Rabie Baby - straight // she/her // cis // dating Simon
• Maggie Mako - pan // she/her // intersex // dating Baba
• Poe - pan // they/them // non binary AFAB // dating Touille
• Icky Licky - aroace // he/him // cis // no interest in dating
• Allister Gator - straight // he/him // cis // dating Picky
• Touille - pan // he/him // cis // dating Poe
• Dogpressed - lesbian // she/her // trans female AMAB // dating Catfeine / scent iris
• Catfeine - pan // she/her // cis // dating Dogpressed / scent ginger spice
• Wimpin Chicken - lesbian // she/her // cis // dating Dumbba / scent lemon
• Floppy Flopzee - pan // he/him // cis // dating Icky Piggy / scent Camomile
• Groddy Grudgebear - gay // he/him // cis // dating UniqueCorn / scent cedarwood
• Dumbba Dumbbaphant - bi // she/her // cis // dating Whimpin / scent strawberry shortcake
• Icky Piggy - gay // he/him // cis // dating Flopzee / scent sour apple
• UniqueCorn - bi // he/they // heavy male leaning non binary AFAB // dating Groddy / scent grapefruit

Height from tallest to shortest, plus scent effects to save space;

• Bubba Bubbaphant - Boosts memory and concentration
• Simon Smoke - Increased ego and over confidence, usually to a bad degree
• Dumbba Dumbbaphant - Lowers focus and hinders memory
• Catfeine - Energy boost like a strong hit of caffeine, not as strong as what the Smiling Critters can do
• Hoppy Hopscotch - Physical strength and energy boost, like pre-workout 
• Maggie Mako - Overwhelming craving for junk food
• Allister Gator - Overall tired body feeling
• Dogday - Boost of energy and additude
• CraftyCorn - Boosts creativity and focus
• UniqueCorn - Zaps creativity, leaves a bored and bummed feeling
• Kickin Chicken - Confidence and composure boost 
• Dogpressed - Mild sadness
• Icky Licky -  Poison like a dart frog, small contact makes people sick for about 10 minutes, prolonged contact makes the person violently ill for days, never deadly though
• Picky Piggy - Increases appetite, makes food taste better
• Wimpin Chicken - Mild anxiety 
• Rabie Baby - Truth gas
• Touille - Ability to stand awful tasting things
• Catnap - Sleep, nightmares vary, mostly random who gets them, but he can intentionally give them.
• Baba Chops - Sluggish feeling, like your body is weighed down
• Poe - Depressed feeling, overpowers other emotions and sends people into a broody mood
• Icky Piggy - Effects tastebuds, like a miracle berry
• Groddy Grudgebear - Mild wave of anger, makes the person extremely irritable and everything regardless if it makes sense
• Bobby Bearhug - Surge of loving and happy feelings, happy regardless of how they felt earlier, can find something amazing in anything

Other random headcanons/lore stuff; 

• Every critter's scent/gas can cause effects just like Catnap, but Catnap can not control his smoke. When Catnap talks the smoke pours out his mouth, so he is selectively mute for that reason.
• Every critter has scent spots in the area between their neck and shoulders where their signature smell comes from, the area tastes like said scents as well. Their whole bodies smell and taste like said scents in certain areas at different intensities; intense in genitals, smoke and neck, very subtle in mouth and skin. If the critter is aroused the flavor and scent starts to take on a more musky mix, the taste and smell if it is arousal laced can make another critter aroused as well especially if they are mates. 
• Critters take on a lot of their animal counterpart's attributes. example;

         Poe collects trinkets and shiny things.

         Kickin makes nests, caws and coos. 

         Hoppy thumps her feet when angry and twitches her nose constantly

         Icky Licky perches and croaks much to his friend's annoyance.

         Dogday loves to dig and fetch, he whimpers when upset and tucks his tail. 

         Catnap kneads on all of his friends and loves to sleep in unconventional places. 

         If you can think of a small quirk the animals do, the critters most likely do the same. 

• All critters make the same noises of their animal counterparts
• They groom and preen each other, its mostly an intimate mate thing, but its sometimes done just to clean a friend or comfort them. 
• Genitals are hidden in their bodies like most animals or covered by a sheath. 
• Sometimes critters can get extremely primal and possessive with their mates or when in danger. 
• Pregnancy is really rare for critters of different species, they only real chance for pregnancy is if both critters are in heat/rut at the same time and go at it multiple times. 
• If a critter does get pregnant by a different species the baby will be either one of the critter's species, not a mix and more likely the species of the one who impregnates. 

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Catnap : "Are you sure that's something you would be okay with?" 

Dogday : "Of course, Catnap! I want you to be able to experience stuff you like too! I mean, you indulged me with the heh.. ahem the pet play stuff.." 

Dogday rubbed the back of his head, a flush of embarrassment creeping across his cheeks as he shifted awkwardly, but excitedly. The two had been engaged in a awkward discussion about boundaries of their relationship, nestled together on Catnap's luxuriously plush, nest-like bed, lavender scent thick in the air mixed with vanilla and anticipation. They explored their dos and don’ts, delving into their kinks and the things that were strictly off-limits. Catnap, with a playful but worried glint in his eyes, had brought up one of their biggest kinks, somnophilia. Specifically the idea of using Dogday almost as a sex toy to get himself off while the dog was deep in slumber. The air was thick with unspoken tension as they confided with each other, Catnap was extremely nervous, but he knew deep down he could trust Dogday with his life, let alone being open with their fantasies.

Dogday : "I'm glad you talk to me about these things, Catnap. I feel even closer to you than ever!" 

Dogday enveloped Catnap in a warm, tight embrace, his arms wrapping around the cat critter as his tail wagged vigorously. Catnap, nestled in the embrace, chuckled softly at Dogday's unrestrained excitement. Although Catnap's expression remained calm, beneath the surface, a wave of eagerness surged through him, anticipation bubbling at the thought of trying it out. With a gentle touch, Catnap nuzzled his face affectionately against Dogday's cheek, releasing a soft purr that vibrated through the air as he involved his face against his mate's soft vanilla scented fur. After a moment, he slowly pulled away from the hug, creating a small space between them so he could sign his words clearly to the dog.

Catnap : "Could we perhaps try it now?"

Dogday : "Now? Hm it IS pretty late, but I'm not tired yet." 

Catnap : "You know that's not a problem for me, my sun.." 

Catnap actually spoke this time, puffs of vibrant red smoke swirling and escaping his lips. Although Catnap had mastered the art of controlling his gas for the most part, he couldn't entirely suppress the faintest wisps from escaping when he talked to his friends. He preferred to communicate through sign language for that reason, not to mention that he felt more at ease being mute. Whenever he did speak around his friends, the group would inevitably start yawning within half an hour, and whenever he found himself making out with Dogday, the poor pup would often drift off to sleep right afterward. Dogday's ears perked up at the sound of Catnap's voice, a goofy, dorky smile spreading across his face as if he had just discovered hidden treasure. His tail wagged enthusiastically, thumping against the walls and pillows under him. With a sudden burst of affection, Dogday pulled Catnap into a sweet, lingering kiss, enveloping him in a warm, tight embrace. Catnap kissed back, leaning into the kiss and wrapping his tail securely around Dogday's waist, seeking that comforting closeness. As Catnap deepened the kiss, he slipped his rough tongue into Dogday's mouth, dancing playfully with his mate's, savoring the sweet flavor of vanilla that lingered there. Dogday responded with a soft hum of contentment, his paws gliding slowly down Catnap's back, igniting a shiver that traveled up the cat's spine like a spark of electricity.

Catnap decided it was the perfect moment to execute their plan. Without breaking the tender kiss, Catnap inhaled deeply and then exhaled a soft, swirling plume of red gas directly into Dogday's mouth, letting it seep into his lungs. The warmth of their closeness lingered as just a few kisses later, Dogday's body went limp, easily falling into a deep sleep. His tail, which had been wagging joyfully, came to a gradual stop, and his head nestled limp against Catnap's shoulder. Catnap prevented Dogday from collapsing entirely, cradling him with his long tail holding him steady. The small critter gently laid Dogday down upon his nest of plush pillows and soft blankets, smiling tenderly as he watched his boyfriend's chest rise and fall in peaceful slumber, his rhythmic steady breath filling the room with small snores between them. 

Catnap : "You were always so cute when you sleep, my sun. Let me see if I can make you dream of me.." 

Catnap stretched out beside the sleeping critter, his fur brushing gently against Dogday's as he ran his paw delicately up the bigger critter's chest. His fingers traced the intricate curves of the sun pendant that lay there, admiring the way it caught in the moon light out the window. With tender affection, Catnap began to plant soft, sweet kisses across Dogday's face, lingering for a moment on his lips before trailing them down his neck. He sighed contentedly, kissing and sucking on the spot on Dogday's neck that adored his signature vanilla scent. He savored the sweet vanilla. The flavor flooded his tastebuds earning a pitiful whine from the larger critter beside him.

Catnap's hand ventured lower, his claws lightly grazing Dogday's stomach, eliciting a delightful reaction as Dogday's fur twitched and danced in response to the tickling sensation. His clawed paws continued their journey, descending to Dogday's crotch. There, he began to rub the area with his paw, patiently waiting for the moment when Dogday's body would respond. Catnap turned his attention to Dogday's face, watching intently as each subtle scrunch, twitch, and contort of pleasure played across his features.
Dogday's brows furrowed slightly, his mouth parting just a bit as he was gently rocked by waves of subtle pleasure in his sleep. A big smile spread across Catnap's face, a deep purr vibrating in his throat, as he noticed Dogday beginning to stir, his body responding to the attention. The tip of Dogday's cock began to appear from it's sheath, Catnap couldnt help but drool at the sight. With a playful yet careful touch, Catnap wrapped his paw around Dogday's dick as it finally appeared fully, stroking with teasing slowness from the tip to the gradually forming knot, savoring each achingly slow touch.

Dogday : "...mmmm.." 

Soft, desperate moans spilled from Dogday's open mouth, followed by ragged pants that echoed through the air. His length hardened effortlessly, throbbing intensely in Catnap's soft paws. Catnap let out a low, amused chuckle, knowing Dogday was always so easily aroused, always eager to rush towards release, driven blindly by pleasure. Unfortunately for Dogday, Catnap preferred a languid pace, a slow burn that would make Dogday ache with need. 
Normally Dogday would begrudgingly comply, though today he had no choice- Catnap was in control. He gave Dogday's shaft a squeeze that was far from gentle, drawing a sharp yelp from the canine, which only served to make Catnap's purrs grow louder and a throb of heat deep in his core radiate at the sound of his mate. Catnap maintained his deliberate, slow strokes, taking care to squeeze firmly each time he reached the swelling knot at the base of Dogday's cock. Dogday's hips bucked instinctively, seeking more friction, more sensation, but Catnap was content to keep him on the edge. Catnap wondered how Dogday's subconscious was experiencing this moment. Was he taking control in his dreams? Was he envisioning Catnap beneath him, or maybe even bent under the dog with his ass in the air? The possibilities were endless, and Catnap made a mental note to interrogate his mate thoroughly upon waking. The room filled with Dogday's desperate panting longing for any more stimulation. His cock twitched in Catnap's paw, small dripples of precum already leaking for his tip. 

Dogday : "..C-Catnap..." 

Dogday's muttered lazily, a soft, whiney moan that seemed to vibrate through the quiet room. He shifted around the bed slightly, the sheets rustling beneath him, as he bucked his hips gently against Catnap's soft paw, a tender connection that sent shivers up his spine. He gripped the blankets tightly, his fingers curling into the fabric as his head swayed from side to side, eyes squeezed tight. His face scrunched with pleasure, the expression of bliss and desperation. 

Catnap : "Hmph..Always so eager and sensitive..can't have that now, huh? I haven't even had my turn yet.." 

With a teasing gesture, Catnap withdrew his hand entirely from Dogday's throbbing length, making a high-pitched whine to escape from the canine's throat. Dogday's hips moved in a rhythmic, almost instinctual motion, thrusting upwards into the empty air in a desperately longing for more touch. Softly and tenderly, Catnap pressed his lips against Dogday's furry cheek, his voice a gentle murmur as he whispered sweet nothings into the dog's large, floppy ears.

Catnap : "Shhhh.. easy, my sun..I'll take care of you.."

Catnap, with a fluid grace, ascended onto Dogday, positioning himself on the critter's stiff cock that laid against the dog's fuzzy stomach. Dogday's face contorted in a symphony of pleasure, teeth bared in a primal grin. Catnap sat against his mate's cock, rolling his hips slowly, allowing Dogday's cock to slide perfectly between his folds, caressing his clit with each measured movement. His eyes fluttered closed, hands splayed on Dogday's soft chest for support, as he ground his hips in a slow dragging motion. Catnap's ears twitched, picking up the subtle symphony of Dogday's quickening pants and hushed moans. The larger critter's brows furrowed in concentration, mouth agape, lost in the pleasure he longed for, but he wanted even more. 

Catnap : "That's it, Dogday.. Mmm.. I wonder what's going on in the cute head of yours right now.. what fantasies you haven't told me about.. Nnngh..." 

Catnap's sharp claws grazed Dogday's chest, causing a surprised yelp to escape from the canine's lips, sending a shiver through his entire body. The involuntary jolt pressed Dogday's cock more firmly against Catnap's swollen clit, prompting the feline to bite his lip, a soft moan escaping in response to the heightened sensation. Dogday emitted a low whine, his hips instinctively bucking forward, a silent plea for more friction and closeness between them.

Catnap: "Even when you are asleep you are so needy.. Alright, my love, I'll take care of you.." 

Catnap, with eyes half-lidded and pupils dilated, hovered over Dogday, his long tail snaked down, wrapping around Dogday's cock with a gentle grip. Positioning his mate's hard cock against his entrance letting the tip slide in teasingly. Catnap leaned in, his breath hitching slightly before he pressed a soft, sweet kiss to Dogday's lips. The kiss was a whisper of affection, a promise of more to come. Slowly, Catnap lowered himself onto Dogday's large, pulsating cock, his body stretching and yielding to accommodate his mate. A low, guttural groan escaped Catnap's lips as he sank down, inch by exquisite inch, until he was fully seated, Dogday's swollen knot keeping Catnap from taking it any further. 
Dogday was a complete mess under the cat critter. His mouth hung open, pink tongue lolling out in a display of pure, unadulterated canine ecstasy. Each panting breath was a testament to the pure pleasure flooding over him. Catnap looked down at that tongue, that gloriously flat, wet tongue, and felt a surge of lust course through him just thinking about what Dogday does with it. God, he loved that tongue.

Catnap : "Ahhh.. Nnmmm.. Always so filling.. So thick..”

The bed began to creak loudly under their forms as Catnap enthusiastically rode Dogday, the dog's large cock striking every secret, pleasurable spot within Catnap. Catnap was fixated on Dogday's face, his expressions changing with each wave of ecstasy. Catnap realized something though, there was a power in this moment, a thrilling realization that Dogday was utterly at his mercy. An idea Catnap thought of from time to time, just being in full control with invigorating. Catnap could cease his movements at any moment, leave Dogday dangling on the edge of cumming, or tease him until he was overwhelmed by pleasure, crying and begging under his mate. This dynamic was something Catnap had never anticipated enjoying, but the mere thought of holding Dogday's pleasure in his hands was surprisingly turning Catnap on in ways he didn't think of. Catnap hadn't noticed how his pace had quickened as he lost himself in his thoughts, the bed beneath them now pounding against the wall in a fevered, chaotic rhythm. Each downward thrust was accentuated by a loud, hungry moan from Catnap, with Dogday echoing him in soft, exhausted gasps. The dog critter's breaths came in ragged bursts, his hips valiantly attempting to match Catnap's vigorous pace. Suddenly, Dogday's expression shifted dramatically, his teeth bared in a silent snarl, nose wrinkled, eyes squeezed even tighter, and paws digging desperately at the bedsheets.

Catnap : "H-Hah! Nnngh..I can t-tell you're close, my love.. Come on.. claim me..!" 

Catnap thrust his hips down one last time, driving Dogday's swollen knot deep inside him. Catnap's orgasm surged through his body like a tidal wave, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. He felt Dogday's cock throb within him, filling him with a warm, pulsating release as his own orgasm rocked through his body. Dogday's moans full of desperation and ecstasy as his knot locked their bodies together, continuingly filling his mate with his seed as his orgasm came in waves. Catnap collapsed onto Dogday's broad chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps, satisfied purrs rumbling from his throat. The smaller critter nuzzled against the soft, thick fur of Dogday's chest, listening as his lover's rapid heartbeat began to slow, his chest rising and falling with each breath, still lost in the depths of sleep. Yet, a huge satisfied smile formed on Dogday's face. Catnap yawned, his body warm and sated, and settled himself comfortably on his mate's chest. With their bodies still joined, he had no choice but to drift off to sleep there. As he did Catnap smiled, knowing that Dogday would awake to a sight of the aftermath of their love. Catnap nuzzled in against Dogday's soft fur, inhaling his vanilla scent as he made a mental note to ask about the dreams that Catnap gave his mate.

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Bubba : "Ugh, this is useless.." 

Bubba exhaled a deep, weary sigh and let his forehead fall against the open pages of his book, slamming it repeatedly against his face in frustration. He had been wrestling with a particularly annoyingly hard math problem, determined to solve it himself. Bubba had this relentless drive to solve EVERYTHING, trying to prove himself to well.. himself? His friends? Another thing he doesn't have the answer for. 

He leaned his head back against the rough, gnarled trunk of the apple tree under he sat against, the impact strong enough to jostle a handful apples loose from their branches. The noise drawing the curious eyes of his friends who were enjoying a picnic around him. His cheeks flushed with warmth as he felt their eyes stall on him, a mix of curiosity and concern evident in their expressions. 

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Picky : "Allllrighty! It's all done!" 

Picky Piggy called out in her sweet southern drawl to the lazy critter lounging on her couch. Allister Gator, a member of the Nightmare Critters, had unexpectedly grown incredibly close to Picky. He adored all the meals she prepared, savoring each dish so much that he often ate until he was too full to move. Just like now, she had invited him over with the promise of food. Allister simply couldn’t resist the allure of free, mouthwatering grub, a plush and inviting couch, and the delightful company of the cutest critter he knew, all bundled into one perfect day. For that, he was more than willing to actually leave his swamp.

Allister : "Waitin with bated breath." 

Allister reclined comfortably against the couch, his arms casually crossed behind his head, a lazy smile playing on his lips. Picky emerged from her kitchen, cradling a plate behind her back, her cheeks flushed with a deep, rosy hue. Allister assumed it was simply the heat from the oven causing her blush. As Picky stood before him, his smile broadened, taking in the sight of her beautiful figure. Allister always loved her figure, not skin and bones like a lot of the other critters around, he loved a girl with meat on her bones.

Picky : "Alright, soooo, I didn't bring you over for just free sweets." 

Allister : "Heh, love my company that much, eh?" 

Picky : "Well, I guess ya can say that! It's hard for me to say stuff like this, so um.. here!"

Picky averted her gaze, her nerves getting the better of her, and presented the plate of sweets to the gator. His eyes widened in surprise, and for the first time in hours, he straightened up in his seat, suddenly alert. The plate was adorned with an array of delectable-looking cookies, arranged to spell out the heartfelt message, "I <3 U Allister!" The gator's mouth fell open, his cheeks flushing a gentle shade of red. Picky cast a nervous glance from the corner of her eye to check his reaction, a tidal wave of nervous anticipation washing over her, causing her to tremble slightly. Allister carefully took the plate from Picky, allowing his touch to linger on her quivering hooves, before setting the plate in his lap.

Allister : "You..You're for real? You love me?" 

His tone was unexpectedly sincere, a departure from his usual sparky, gravelly voice, which now softened and revealed a layer of vulnerability. He looked up and met Picky's eyes, his gaze a mixture of hope and apprehension, as if he were bracing himself for the possibility that this was all a prank or, at the very least, the friend zone. His feelings for Picky Piggy had been blossoming ever since their first hangout, not long after the Nightmare Critters had made their move to Critter Valley.

Picky : "I-I do.. I'm sorry it's uh, hard for me to talk about this stuff so I figured um, I would bake my feelings." 

Picky chuckled softly and settled beside Allister on her plush apple patterned couch. He still gazed at her with a look of bewilderment, his mind grappling with the notion. Allister always thought of himself as the kind of guy girls overlooked, especially someone as sweet and vibrant as Picky. His brash and laid-back attitude had always been off putting for the other girls, pushing away every girl he encountered or admired from afar. To him, the idea that someone he genuinely liked might reciprocate those feelings was completely unexpected.

Allister : "Like.. Romantically or just friends?" 

Picky's ears perked up, she blushed harder and looked down at her legs nervously.

Picky : "Romantically.." 

Allister couldn't help but grin, shifting closer to the pig critter with a subtle movement. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he gently placed a hand on her knee, capturing her attention. Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss on her lips. Picky let out a surprised squeak, her body straightening and tensing momentarily before she melted into the moment, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into the kiss. Allister's tail large tail swayed happily, thumping against the couch and eliciting a playful giggle from Picky. His hand wandered up her plump thigh, testing the waters and giving it a gentle squeeze, a gesture of affection for her soft, chubby form that he adored. Noticing her body tense again, he pulled away from the kiss, retreating his hand to rest reassuringly on her knee.

Allister : "Sorry, babe. Just happy I actually get to touch that beautiful body now.." 

Picky shivered at the low, menacing growl in his voice, her naturally pink skin deepening to a dark red. She had always been self-conscious about her appearance, always thinking she was too heavy or that her body had too many folds. In truth, she wasn't truly fat, just a bit plumper than the other critters. Yet, body dysmorphia is a bitch. The comment he made hit her like an arrow in her heart, unable to decipher if it felt good or made her even more conscious about her body.

Picky : "Beautiful..? I don't think..Um, No it's okay! J-Just not use to it, you can keep going." 

Allister : "Yea, beautiful, plus cute and very fuckin sexy"

Allister growled with a deep tone as he spoke, flashing a mischievous, toothy grin before leaning in for an even more passionate kiss. She tensed momentarily, a shiver coursing through her, then she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him back feverishly, finally getting the moment she wished for. Allister's hands traveled up her thigh, his touch gentle yet firm, massaging the area with a tender care that sent ripples of warmth through her. Picky hummed softly into the kiss, her voice a blend of contentment and desire. Allister placed both hands firmly on her hips, leaning back against the plush couch and guiding her to settle atop him. Without breaking the kiss, Picky followed his lead, positioning herself over him, her legs straddling his waist. Instinctively, she balanced on her knees, hovering slightly above him, mindful of her weight, and supported herself with her hooves pressing into the couch cushions.

Allister broke the kiss momentarily, his lips trailing to brush against her bottom lip, playfully licking and nipping with his sharp teeth, an invitation for her to part her lips. Picky obliged, entwining her tongue with Allister's, a soft, whispered moan escaping her lips as his hands glided up her back, his claws gently scratching and soothing her skin. Allister let his claws rest lightly on her sides, savoring the moment before pulling away from the kiss, he noticed her limbs starting to shake.

Allister : "You good, babe? You're shakin'." 

Picky : "OH um, yea just my arms are getting a bit tired, I really whisked my heart out bakin' earlier." 

Allister : "Then lay down, baby. I'm one comfy gator." 

Picky : "I don't.. I don't wanna hurt you with my weight." 

Allister's eyes widened in surprise, while Picky turned away, her cheeks flushed with shame. Allister let out a deep sigh, leaning in to nuzzle against her neck, pressing a gentle kiss onto her scent spot enveloping his senses with her sweet cirtrus. His claws trailed softly down her sides, tracing the contours of her body, before he gave her love handles a tender squeeze, eliciting a small, involuntary pig squeal from her lips. Though she was reluctant to admit it, the sensation of being cherished so thoroughly felt incredibly soothing and comforting to her, even if her brain kept telling her to stop him. It was a welcome change from the years she spent enduring the teasing of random critters who mocked her as she was growing up.

Allister : "Mmmm..Baby you ain't gonna hurt me, I love your body so damn much."

Picky sighed shakily, her breath quivering as she closed her eyes, allowing her tense body to melt against the rough, scaly form of the gator. Allister emitted soft, contented gator grumbles, a series of low, rumbling sounds that vibrated through his chest and making Picky erupt in a series of sweet giggles. Allister's tongue flicked up along her neck, savoring the sweet, tangy hint of citrus that clung to her skin. The unexpected sensation sent a shiver racing through Picky's spine, and she whispered a soft, involuntary moan.

Picky : "You sure I'm not crushing you..?" 

Allister : "Fuck, babe, This is nothin'. Ide let you sit on my fuckin' face."

Picky tensed, her ears perking up sharply and her face flushing a deep red at the gator's unapologetically blunt words, though she had to admit there was something undeniably REALLY hot about it. Allister chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin as he gently bit down on her scent spot, careful not to hurt her with the sharpness of his teeth. Picky bit her lip, desperately trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape her mouth. Allister took a deep inhale of her scent, a low grumble rumbling in his chest as he flashed Picky a knowing smirk. He could smell her scent change, a hint of arousal laced musk combining with her cirtrus with every breath, and he swore he could feel her grind down against him ever so slightly.

Allister : "Oh? You like the sound of that, baby? The idea of you crushing my face? Letting me eat you out, cutting off my air with those sweet fuckin' thighs and ass of yours?"

Picky : "A-Allister!!"

Picky leaned back against the gator's rugged form, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal. She couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her, it was a revelation, how much his crude words turned her on. Allister, feeling the dampness of her arousal against his rough scales, let out a low, rumbling laugh that resonated through her. His large, powerful claws gripped her full, supple ass, eliciting a surprised yelp from her. He gave her ass a good squeeze before nudging her to move by tugging gently at her hips.

Allister : "Damn, Picky. That got you so wet, huh? You like bein' talked to like that? C'mere, bring that sexy body ova' here and let me take care of ya."

Picky gulped, a flutter of anticipation and nervousness dancing in her stomach as she decided to just bite the bullet. She nervously climbed further, her hooves sinking into the plush couch cushions, until she was hovering over Allister's face. He grinned at her, his eyes reflecting a hunger that sent a thrill down her spine. He pulled her even closer, his strong hands gripping her thighs until she was seated completely on his snout. Allister let out a low, rumbling gator purr, his eyes fluttering closed as he gave the plump wet flesh a long, languid lick. Picky gasped, a shaky moan escaping her lips. She leaned her hooves against the arm of the couch, the overwhelming feelings attacking her senses making the world spin and fade around her. Allister continued to lavish her with attention, his tongue exploring her folds and circling her clit with a skilled precision that left her breathless. He sucked at her sensitive clit, his tongue lapping at it relentlessly like a food he craved while his strong hands gripped her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

Picky's thighs trembled, her body quaking with each moan and pant. She had never experienced anything like this, her body alive with sensations that left her craving more. Allister huffed against her, his breath hot and damp, enveloping him in her sweet, musky scent. He reveled in the crushing pressure of her thighs on his head, his body aching with need going light headed from the delicious pressure and heat. Picky threw her head back, her inhibitions thrown to the wind as she let herself be as loud as she wanted. But as she lost herself in the sensation, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Allister was rock hard, his dick throbbing and leaking precum onto the softer scales of his stomach. The sight of his arousal sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her, her thighs clenching hard against his face. She leaned over against the couch, her body tensing as she moaned loudly, her voice filling the room as she felt herself spiraling closer to the edge.

Picky : "A-Al..! C-Cumming..!"

Picky tightened her grip with her thighs around Alister's head, a vice-like hold that signaled her impending climax. Allister, in turn, grasped her plump curves with his large rough hands, feeling the tension build as she reached her peak. Her body trembled, her core pulsating rhythmically against his snout, releasing a fragrant burst of citrus that splashed across his face as she came hard. He savored the sweet flavor, eagerly licking it up as he tenderly continued his ministrations, helping her through the waves of her orgasm's aftershocks. Picky let out a shaky moan, her body gradually descending from the heights of ecstasy before she gracefully slid off the gator's face. Allister ran his tongue over his lips to clean them, emitting a contented satisfied growl.

Picky : "G-Gosh, Allister..That was amazin'.."

Allister : "Glad to be of service, babe." 

Picky sat back to her original spot, pressing against Allister's now in the way throbbing, rock-hard cock. A smirk played on her lips as she deliberately pushed back, eliciting a deep, primal groan from the gator. His neglected cock, thick and pulsating, yearned for her touch. Picky placed her hooves on Allister's broad, scaly chest. She began to rock her body back and forth, her plump cheeks rubbing against his cock, enveloping him in a warm and soft embrace.

Allister : "Oh shit, baby.. Mmmnn fuck that's good.."

Allister's hands traveled slowly up Picky's soft  body as she moved rhythmically against him. His fingers traced the gentle curves of her love handles and caressed her chubby stomach with a tender touch. Picky let out a contented hum, her body grinding against his with a fluid motion, and her small, soft moans filled the air, sending a shiver through him making his cock twitch against her.

Allister : "Fuuuck, still excited, baby? Come on, lets have some fun, huh?"

Picky bit her lip, halting her grinding and leaned forward slightly, her body hovering over his eager cock. She lowered herself with deliberate slowness, allowing just the tip of his cock to slide in her wet cunt. Allister inhaled sharply, a deep groan escaping his lips as his claws instinctively pressed into Picky's soft sides.

Allister : "Sh-Shit! Aahhh..Fuck thats good.."

Allister bucked his hips instinctively, earning a loud squeal from Picky. She slid down completely on his cock, the thick girth stretching and filling her in ways she didn't know she needed. He wasn't extraordinarily large, but his thickness was more than enough to make Picky's eyes flutter closed, her head rolling back in ecstasy as he stretched her to the brim. Allister moaned, his voice a low, guttural rumble, drowning in the exquisite pleasure of her soft, tight warmth, her plump thighs and supple ass providing the perfect cushion for his cock. Picky moved with wild abandon, bouncing up and down feverishly, the room echoing with the raw, carnal sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans from both critters. Allister tried to match her frenzied pace with his own thrusts, but his lazy rhythm was no match for her, so he surrendered, letting her take the lead, her body writhing as white hot pleasure coursed through her. Allister reached out to Picky's body, his fingers grabbing and groping over the pig's warm, supple body. Each curve and fold of her plump, velvety skin invited his touch, he surrendered to the intoxicating sensation that swept through him. The ecstasy surged, enveloping him in a blissful haze as he let himself be carried away by the sheer pleasure of the moment.

Allister enveloped Picky's delicate soft cheeks with his large hands, drawing her into a kiss that was both tender and fervent. It was a moment Allister had longed for, a moment finally coming true with the critter he loved for so long. Picky responded, pouring a soft moan into their kiss, her body continuing to move rhythmically against his. Her heart fluttered as the kiss deepened, a deep love filling her heart. Their kiss was not mere passion or lust, but a tender expression of affection, a love finally able to be shown after being hidden for so long. Picky suddenly broke away from the kiss, a loud moan escaping her lips, her head thrown back in ecstasy as he hit her g-spot, sending cascades of blinding pleasure coursing through her every nerve.

Picky : "Haah! Hah! C-Close!" 

Allister : "Me t-too, Picky, fuck..!"

Picky's breath hitched as she met Allister's thrusts with increasing urgency, her moans echoing in sync with each thrust. Her body tensed as her orgasm wrecked through her body, squeezing against Alister's cock. Allister's teeth gritted letting out a low guttural growl, his body shuddering as his orgasm rocked his body, coming inside the pig critter filling her completely. Picky cried out, her inner muscles clenching and milking Allister's cock, drawing out every last wave of his orgasm. They both stilled, chests heaving, bodies shaking and trembling as they came down from their high. Picky melted against Alister, her head nestled in the crook of his neck, a sigh of contentment escaping her lips as she basked in his comforting sandalwood scent. Allister let out a low, grumbling purr, his claws gently tracing up and down Picky's back, leaving trails of soothing warmth. He pressed soft kisses to her forehead, his lips curving into a sated smile.

Allister : "That was amazin', baby. You alright?"

Picky's lips curved into a warm smile as she nodded her head softly, nestling closer against his neck. She leaned in and planted a tender kiss on his cheek.

Picky : "The best, darlin. I love you." 

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It was Valentines Day at Critter Valley, critters big and small giving gifts to their mates and sharing love of all kinds at a local party at the park they set up for the day. Beneath the a large tree, Dogday took a peaceful nap alongside Catnap after indulging in something from almost every food stand they had here, while Kickin Chicken and Bubba Bubbaphant sat comfortably on a nearby bench, sharing a cup of ice cream while Kickin listened to Bubba go on about the history of Valentines Day. Even some of the Nightmare Critters from across the lake had ventured over to partake in the festive atmosphere. Maggie Mako was gleefully pushing homemade cookies from Picky Piggy's food stand into Baba Chop's face. Though Baba Chop accepted them with a hint of reluctance, she couldn't quite suppress a genuine smile that spread across her face. Meanwhile, Touille was enthusiastically showcasing a peculiar collection of bones he had found in a garbage heap to Poe, the cryptic raven whose eyes gleamed with fascination rather than disgust. The air was filled with laughter, the scent of sweet treats, and the gentle hum of camaraderie as Critter Valley celebrated love in all its delightful forms.

Nearly every creature in Critter Valley had found a mate, leaving a sweet, shy unicorn named CraftyCorn by herself, observing the blissful couples enjoying their day. She sat apart from the animated crowd, her gaze drifting over the joyful scene as love blossomed all around her. Unfortunately for Crafty, she harbored feelings for not one, but two critters—Bobby Bearhug and Hoppy Hopscotch—who were happily intertwined in a loving relationship with each other. Crafty couldn't even dare to think of ruining the deep connection they had. Bobby was Crafty's first love, the one who had filled her life with warmth and care, giving Crafty of purpose that she had long yearned for. Crafty had always been a depressed critter, her past marked by a challenging home life before she moved to Critter Valley. It was here that her circle of friends provided the support she needed to keep moving forward. Hoppy, on the other hand, had empowered Crafty to become her own critter. Under Hoppy's guidance, Crafty learned to be strong, pursue her own aspirations, and stand up for herself, gaining the confidence she had once lacked. Crafty secretly wished she could have a chance with either of them, and in an ideal world, perhaps both. Yet, to the unicorn, this dream seemed as distant, an almost impossible reality.

Kickin : "Yo, Crafty!"

Crafty jumped, snapping out of her daze. Before her, her friend Kickin Chicken, Crafty gives him a small smile and twiddles her hooves together.

Crafty : "O-Oh hi, Kickin. Thought you were with Bubba?"

Kickin : "Yea, he had to go home for a bit, got a bit overstimulated with all the noise. Just over here to check up on ya, you're sitting all by yourself here girl, come hang out!"

Crafty : "Oh um.. I don't know, I'm not out with a mate and don't want to be seen as.. a loser I guess.."

Crafty rubbed her arm embarrassed and looked down from the chicken's look, his grin now faded to a concerned frown.

Kickin : "Aw come on, Crafty. This isn't just a couples thing, there are other singles here too! I know that frog guy from the nightmare dudes is here, he's a bit of a sore loser sometimes from what I've seen, but he seems chill."

Crafty shook her head.

Crafty : "Kickin I'm.. not into boys.. plus, I um.. unfortunately like someone already.."

Kickin : "Unfortunately?"

Crafty : "They already have a mate.."

Kickin frowned and sat beside Crafty, lifting up his shades and rubbing her back gently trying to comfort the unicorn.

Kickin : "Sorry, Crafty.. Can I ask who it is? Lemme guess, that Sally girl? From the daydream guys?"

Crafty : "No, she's very sweet, but um.."

Crafty glanced up, staring into Bobby and Hoppy's direction. Her brows furrowed in disappointment noticing them sharing a kiss.

Kickin: "Wait, Bobby? But.. why is that unfortunate?"

Crafty covered her face with her hooves, her ears flicking back annoyed.

Crafty : "Kickin, I already told you..! She has Hoppy! I like her too, but still cant do anything about it!"

Crafty raised her voice just slightly above a whisper, causing Kickin to jump back, hands up defensively while he chuckled, a hint of nervousness in his laughter. Crafty could certainly be intimidating when she was upset.

Kickin : "Woah, girl chill! Do you not know what they like with their mates?"

Crafty : "I do.. Bobby is pan, Hoppy is a lesbian like me.."

Kickin : "Crafty, they are poly."

Crafty's eyes shot open, slowly turning to the chicken almost unsettlingly manner.

Crafty : "...what."

Kickin: "Pff, yea, dudette. Hoppy told me that Bobby was poly from the start and Hoppy was chill with it if they found the right critter."

Crafty : "That means.."

Kickin laughed, shaking Crafty by her shoulder while she sat in complete shock, this was it she had her chance. Chicken slid his sunglasses back on his face, smoothing back his head feathers and standing back up after he noticed Bubba return looking for him.

Kickin : "Look, Crafty. Do you love Bobby? Like, big time love?"

Crafty : "Yes.."

Kickin : "Hoppy?"

Crafty : "Yes..."

Kickin: "Then you gotta say somethin', look Bubba is lookin for me so I gotta go, but you gotta rip to bandaid and tell them how you feel. You got this."

Kickin patted the unicorn on her back before leaving to return to Bubba. Crafty sat up straight against the bench and took a deep shaky breath, now was the time. It's the perfect day, perfect event, now Crafty just had to muster up the courage.

Rabie : "Hiya~! Couldn't help but hear you need some romantic advice!"

Crafty let out a startled squeal, leaping out of her seat as Rabie Baby suddenly appeared from behind a nearby tree. The sound of an obnoxious laugh at Crafty's scared yell echoed across the park, unmistakably belonging to her boyfriend, Simon Smoke. Rabie swiftly plopped herself down next to Crafty, invading her personal space with an uncomfortably close. CraftyCorn tensed up, attempting to inch away, only to bump into the armrest of the bench.

Rabie : "Don't mind Simon, he's drunk."

Crafty : "O-Oh, Hi, Rabie um.. I mean I guess.. I could use help.."

Rabie : "Perfeeeect~! Okay, first, you like those two right?"

Rabie extended her wing to gesture towards the couple, causing Crafty to wince with embarrassment at Rabie's lack of concern about drawing attention. Crafty nodded, her ears flattened, a faint blush spreading across her face.

Rabie : "Perf! Okay, next if you waaannaaa.. THIS can help your nerves!"

Rabie pulled out a can of alcohol, a small red strawberry daiquiri. Crafty's ears perked up in shock, Crafty never really partook in stimulants or drugs of any nature, even something as lack luster as alcohol made the unicorn nervous.

Crafty : "O-Oh um I don't know, I'm not much of a.. drink critter.."

Rabie smiled and set the can on the grass, subtly putting it right in Crafty's reach.

Rabie : "If you say so~ Well, next you gotta figure out what you wanna do! Just coming out with it is SOOO boring."

Crafty: "B-But Kickin said.."

Rabie : "Psshh, don't worry about him! You shooould.. OH you should make one of your drawings and present it!"

Crafty's face flushed a deep red as she straightened up, swallowing hard. This was absolutely NOT her idea of a meaningful gesture, having all those eyes fixed on her, scrutinizing her every move. The mere thought of being rejected in front of such a crowd was mortifying, if it wrong in any way she would die right there on the spot. Despite her anxiety, she needed Rabie to stop pressuring her, at least for the moment.

Crafty : "I'll um.. I'll try..!"

Rabie grinned widely, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she jumped up and flapped her wings with enthusiasm. The idea in her mind wasn't entirely bad, just perhaps not suitable in front of the crowd gathered around them. Fortunately, her attention shifted as Rabie's large ears perked up upon hearing Simon call out to her. With a warm smile, she gave Crafty a tight, reassuring hug before taking to the air and flying off to join her mate. Crafty sighed deeply, relief washing over her as she leaned back against the wooden bench, feeling the weight of the conversation lift from her shoulders. It had been quite an exhausting exchange. Her thoughts began to swirl with possibilities—perhaps she could paint a heartfelt confession or sketch them all together and then voice her feelings. The decision felt daunting. The festival, vibrant and bustling with life, would continue for some time, offering her a window of opportunity. Yet, she knew she had to act quickly before Bobby and Hoppy decided to leave. With determination, Crafty reached for the messenger bag resting beside the bench. It was a bright blue, adorned with homemade patches of her friend's symbols and intricate designs that unmistakably marked it as hers. She retrieved her sketchbook and a set of colorful pencils, placing them in her lap. Taking a deep breath, she began to draw, letting her vision unfold on the pages before her. The festival's lively atmosphere buzzed around her, but her focus remained unwavering as she poured her heart into her art.

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The night at the graveyard was dark, dreary, and somber—just the way Poe liked it. A gentle misty rain settled on their dark feathers, the only sounds being the wind's howl and the occasional chirp of crickets and cicadas. That, and the loud music blasting from Poe's headphones. Poe was unwinding in the deserted graveyard, lying back on their favorite plush blanket, arms tucked behind their head, legs crossed, and foot tapping along to the music. The critters called it "hardcore emo music" , but Poe preferred the term "grindcore." The others often teased Poe about their taste in music, likening it to metal scraping against metal with an emo guy screaming into the mic. Poe was the only one among their friends who truly appreciated the expertly crafted sounds, the soulful instrumentals, and the powerful vocals filled with genuine emotion. Poe related to a lot of songs, even if they deep down weren't as hateful as they liked to portray.

Poe would describe this as a perfect night: great music, a cozy atmosphere, and a disturbingly lovely area. Unfortunately, Poe sensed that their pleasant evening was about to be interrupted. They felt another presence nearby, secretly wishing it were a spirit of the dead, though they never had such luck. With a dramatic sigh, Poe anticipated an annoying disruption, but after scanning the area, nothing unusual caught their eye. The raven shrugged and closed their eyes to relax again, but the feeling of someone being there lingered. When one of their songs ended, the brief silence between tracks allowed them to hear faint, odd talking in the distance.

Poe : "The hell? That's not part of this album.." 

Poe removed their headphones and listened intently, the silence of the graveyard amplifying the faint voices they heard, yet no one was visibly present. It was slightly unsettling; while Poe often boasted about being unfazed by eerie or frightening things, they were easily spooked, especially when alone. Or at least, seemingly alone. Suddenly, a loud crack echoed through the desolate area, sending a cold sweat down Poe's back as their feathers fluffed up in alarm. The murmuring continued with brief pauses, but the cracking noise was followed by an angry shout and more ranting. Poe yelped when a white object whizzed past their face, landing nearby. It was a human skull. Poe scrambled to pick it up, their tail feathers rising in excitement. They had always been fascinated by oddities—bones, mutations, taxidermy, anything deemed too unsettling for most people. Their best friend, Baba Chops, shared this interest, though it was tough to get her as enthusiastic. Poe lifted the skull carefully, noting the broken, irreparable jaw. A shame, but still a remarkable find. Poe was too thrilled and distracted to ponder where the skull had come from—there could be a danger lurking, yet they paid it no mind. They also failed to notice the sound of footsteps approaching from behind.

Touille : "Ah! I knew I would find you 'ere!"

Poe : "WHAA!! THE FUCK?!" 

Poe let out a scream, nearly leaping out of their skin, dark feathers scattering in all directions. They clutched their chest, breathing heavily, and turned to see a smaller rat critter with a wide grin, showing off his adorable buck teeth and carrying a makeshift patchwork bag over his shoulder. Wait, adorable? Yes, Poe genuinely found Touille incredibly cute; somehow, the raven could see anything about the rat critter as either cute or handsome. Poe would rather leap off a cliff than confess they found something cute, especially one of their close friends. Touille stood there, smiling, seemingly oblivious to how much he had startled Poe, his large ears perking up when he noticed the skull in Poe's wings.

Touille : "Aahh yea, accidentally cracked zat one. I found a whole pile of bones over zair in ze woods, which is cool since zey are a rare find round 'ere. I mean zair's lots of animal bones, but not really 'uman ones. I zink 'umans lived around 'ere before us, zair's a bunch of medical stuff too near zem, and like lab coats. I dunno, but it's really cool. I found some and figured you and Baba would like em, but I cracked one and got mad because it's one I knew you would like a lot. It's got like drill 'oles in ze top of it's 'ead! I mean, it seems like you still like it so its a win! I also found some really cool stuff in ze dumpster by zat old 'ouse down zat path in ze forest, some really good food too zair was a whole can of zis cheese, but it came out a nozzle. Plus I-"

Poe watched Touille, listening to him chatter endlessly, which was typical for Touille. The other creatures couldn't tolerate his ramblings, except maybe Allister, who often tried to nap through it. But for some reason, Poe didn't mind. They appreciated Touille's enthusiasm about certain topics, as it reminded them of their own experiences when only Baba was interested in listening to their passions. Poe found it quite charming. As Poe listened patiently, they traced their wings over the skull, searching for the hole Touille was describing. The skull was a bit damaged, but Poe loved it. Touille had thought of them when he got this skull—it was a gift, and a thoughtful one at that. It gave Poe butterflies in their stomach—why did a gift make them feel so special? They never experienced this feeling with gifts from the other critters. 

Touille : "Anyway, what are you up to out 'ere? Just relaxin? Ze rain feels nice, plus it smells like me out 'ere!" 

Touille was right; his signature scent was petrichor, the gentle smell of rain and the natural world. It was no surprise that Poe loved the rain so much—they often claimed it was because of its dark and gloomy atmosphere, which was true, but the fact that it smelled like their favorite critter made it better. Touille settled himself next to the raven critter on their blanket, intruding into Poe's personal space. If it had been any other critter, Poe would have thrown a fit, even with Baba.

Poe : "I'm just trying to enjoy the atmosphere out here right now, listening to my music and relaxing. Thank you, Touille. I appreciate the gift, it's really thoughtful."

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Kickin : "Alright, big guy, let's go~" 

Simon : "Kickin, I'm having second thoughts." 

Kickin : "Come on! It's not fair, dude!"

Simon : "Kickin, I'm a top!"

Kickin : "Pleeeeeaase?" 

Simon let out an exasperated groan and rolled his eyes in frustration. The two of them had been locked in this debate all day, each exchanging playful jabs as they argued whether, for once, Simon could take on the role of the bottom. Typically, Simon was immovable, a fierce dragon who wore his pride like armor, never even entertaining the idea of being submissive. To him, such an act felt like a betrayal of his strength, a sign of weakness he simply could not bear to show. He was obsessed with maintaining his manly facade, his ego not letting the idea budge, But deep down, he was starting to crack.

At that moment, Kickin found himself literally on his knees in front of Simon, positioned on the bed nestled between the dragon's splayed legs. With genuine desperation in his eyes, he begged Simon to relent, to let down his guard just this once. Simon's gaze remained locked onto his mate, his brow furrowed in contemplation as he took in Kickin's pleading expression. Kickin's golden eyes were wide and basically sparkling, filled with a dramatic pleading that tugged at Simon’s heartstrings. It was a sight that both melted his defenses and intensified his internal struggle, leaving him torn between maintaining his pride and just giving in to Kickin's golden puppy dog eyes.

Simon : "I.."

Kickin fluttered his eyelids bringing on the charm, inching closer to Simon until his beak pressed against the dragon's snout, all the while gazing at him with begging eyes.

Simon : "Dammnit, fine. You're lucky I love your dramatic ass." 

Kickin : "FUCK YEA! Now let me take care of you, big boy~"

Kickin's feathers puffed up, and his tail feathers flapping with excitement as he launched himself at Simon, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Simon rolled his eyes but gladly returned the kiss eagerly, leaning in and placing his large clawed hands on Kickin's hips. He could practically feel Kickin's body quivering with anticipation. Even if Simon wasn’t keen on taking the bottom role, it was worth it to witness his mate get so excited; it can't be THAT bad given how Kickin is usually drooling and fucked out when Simon was done with him. Kickin leaned in closer, pressing his body against Simon’s and parting his beak, allowing Simon to slide his long tongue past it. Kickin adored that long, pointed tongue. A low growl rumbled from Simon as Kickin pushed his hips against him, a deep warmth filling them both as they began to roll their hips in sync. Simon's tongue danced with Kickin’s, nearly wrapping around the bird's as he savored the subtle Ylang-Ylang flavor mingling with his own woodsmoke, creating a peculiar yet intoxicating blend. Simon's claws trailed down Kickin's hips to his ass, digging into the soft flesh as he groped and stroked his soft feathers. Kickin responded with a few sweet chicken chirps, making Simon chuckle and his tail sway happily under them both.

The grinding got faster and more delibrate, with both critters pressing against one another with more pressure each hump. Kickin let out soft moans into the kiss as he finally felt his cock emerge alongside Simon's from its sheath, while Kickin's member was smaller than Simon's, Simon was still considerably larger than the average critter. Pulling away from the kiss, Kickin immediately began to kiss Simon's neck, kissing at the scaly skin and leaving a few playful nips with his beak. Simon closed his eyes and tilted his head, granting the chicken more space to explore, releasing sweet, rumbling dragon purrs from his chest. Kickin licked up Simon's neck, making the dragon shiver, and began sucking and licking at the skin around the dragon's scent spot, savoring the taste of musky woodsmoke. He let his feathered hand glide down Simon's chest towards his toned stomach, eventually reaching Simon's cock, gently palming it until it was fully out and hard. Simon bit his lip, his claws digging into Kickin's ass as heat surged through his body, pooling in his gut and cock. He felt an overwhelming urge to flip Kickin over and take charge, as it didn't seem right for Kickin to be the sole focus of attention. Simon was naturally inclined to give, wanting his mate to feel incredible, regardless of his own pleasure, and it felt unfair to let Kickin take the lead while he simply lay there. Even though he agreed to be the bottom Simon attempted to nudge Kickin aside, hoping to take the top position, but instead found his arms pinned to the bed forcefully, sending an unexpected rush of excitement through him.

Kickin : "Nah, babe. You're in my hands tonight." 

Simon felt a strange yet exciting sensation wash over him. He simply nodded at Kickin and swallowed hard, a deep blush spreading across his already red skin as he relaxed, allowing his mate to take control. Kickin's feathered fingers glided over Simon's cock, causing it to jump against his stomach from the ticklish sensation. Kickin wrapped his hand around Simon's length, stroking it slowly and applying a squeeze each time he reached the tip, making Simon take a sharp inhale with each touch. When Kickin bit down on Simon's scent spot, a loud, rough groan escaped Simon's lips as he instinctively thrust his hips into Kickin's hand. Simon had never experienced such an oddly pleasurable feeling before; he had always assumed that being on the bottom would be underwhelming for him since he had came to terms with him being a top. But this was something else entirely. The pleasure was heightened, each caress and bite from his mate sending hot waves through his cock, surrendering to the feelings and becoming putty in Kickin's hands. He was reluctant to admit it, but he fucking loved this. Kickin shifted away from Simon's neck, sitting up to gaze down at him with heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes, offering Simon a sweet yet mischievous smile, clearly enjoying how much Simon was reveling in this, even if the dragon wouldn’t openly admit it.

Kickin : "Alright, babe. Come here, gotta prep ya, okay?" 

Kickin grabbed Simon's hips, trying to pull the larger critter closer, but struggled since Simon was really big for a critter. Simon chuckled and scooched in closer to Kickin. He had to confess he felt anxious about what was to come; he had NEVER done anything there before, not even with his own fingers. So, Simon had to remind himself to toughen up—what could be more manly than taking something in his ass like a pro?

Simon : "Just.. stop if I say stop, okay?" 

Kickin : "Of course, dude." 

Kickin grabbed the lube, popped open the cap, and applied some to his finger. He gently pressed his finger against Simon's entrance, causing Simon to tense up at the unfamiliar sensation; it was strange and not at all what he anticipated. He wasn't sure what to expect and didn't particularly enjoy it, but he chose to stay quiet for the time being, knowing by how Kickin usually acts when Simon does it that it should get better. Slowly, Kickin inserted a finger into Simon, which made the dragon tense even more, letting out small puffs of smoke from his snout at the uncomfortable stretch. Kickin then reached to stroke Simon's cock again, trying to keep the pleasure going and help the dragon ease into it. He moved his finger in and out gently before adding a second one. Simon clenched his teeth, his claws digging into the bed sheets beneath him as Kickin pushed both fingers all the way in while continuing to stroke Simon's cock.

Simon : "Fuck, Kickin I don't.. How are you a mess when I do this? Im not.." 

Kickin : "Bare with me, babe. You just ain't used to it, I promise it will feel good, just need to find somethin.." 

Simon inhaled deeply, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he attempted to relax and allow Kickin to keep going. Suddenly, with a curl of Kickin's fingers, a jolt of blistering heat surged through Simon's body and into his groin as Kickin finally found his sweet spot. The dragon let out a deep, rumbling moan, his claws tearing into the sheets beneath him. The intensity of the pleasure was unlike anything Simon had ever experienced, leaving him completely dumbfounded. Kickin flashed a wide grin, and before Simon could regain his composure, Kickin curled his fingers once more, prompting Simon to growl loudly and toss his head back, the dragon's cock twitching in Kickin's grip.

Kickin : "There we go! Hah! Told you, Simon~" 

Simon : "Sh-Shut up.. F-FUCK!" 

Simon cried out as Kickin plunged his fingers into him, crooking them with each push, making Simon tremble from the intense sensation. Witnessing Simon like this was just drove Kickin crazy—the big, bad Simon Smoke squirming under Kickin, moaning desperately like a bitch in heat from just his hand. It turned Kickin on like never before, his own dick throbbing with overwhelming need to just bury his cock deep in his mate. 

Kickin : "Fuck, you look so hot like this.. Can't wait to see you once my cock is buried deep in you.."

Simon hated how he fucking loved that; it should have been him doing the dirty talk, yet hearing Kickin do it stirred emotions within him that he hadn't anticipated. Kickin's new sultry, low voice and the sight of him towering over Simon, fingers buried deep inside, awakened sensations he had never experienced before. At that moment, he felt an overwhelming urge to surrender to his mate, to be used, claimed and bred, as if his instincts had taken charge simply from a bit of dirty talk. He craved more.

Simon : "Shit, babe.. I f-fucking need you.."

Kickin grinned, a sense of pride swelling within him as if he broke a wild horse; Simon was now putty in his hands. He pulled his fingers away from the dragon, making Simon let out a soft, most pitiful whine that Kickin had ever heard from him as the emptiness washed over him. Damn Kickin for showing Simon just how good it felt to be filled.

Kickin : "Yea? You need me? I wanna hear you say how bad you need me, big guy."

Simon's tail thrashed annoyed and shot a fierce look at Kickin, who responded with an even wider grin, patiently waiting for his mate to plead. While he lingered, Kickin reached for the lube and began to apply it to his cock, locking eyes with Simon as he began to stroke himself, soft moans escaping his lips as he finally focused on his neglected dick. Simon bit down hard on his lip, his pride telling him to resist and tell him to fuck off begging was beneath him, but his desire urging him to give in. Kickin pressed his slickened cock against Simon's entrance, teasingly rubbing against his hole while he waited. Simon's body craved even the slightest touch, his cock pulsing and dripping precum against his stomach as he trembled just thinking of Kickin finally diving into him, feeling empty and yearning for the pleasure he felt just moments ago.

Kickin : "Im waaaaiiting~" 

Simon growled deep, furrowing his brows and blowing a puff of smoke from his snout. Kickin wasn't letting up, Simon decided to finally just give in.

Simon : "F-Fuck it, I need you, Kickin! I need your cock! I need you to f-fuck me senseless! Please!

Kickin couldn't believe what was happening; he swore he was dreaming. He never expected Simon to beg, let alone beg him to get fucked. Kickin held onto Simon's legs, lifting them over his shoulders, and carefully positioned himself before slowly sliding into Simon's entrance. Simon shut his eyes tight, a shuddering sigh escaping his throat as the filling feeling returned ten fold; even though Kickin was smaller, it was still an intense burning stretch for the dragon. For Kickin, the feeling was entrancing—a warm, tight embrace that flooded his senses with a burning fire in his abdomen, making the chicken gasp out a loud moan. Once he was fully inside, he paused to let Simon adjust, then reached over to stroke Simon's cock, easing him into the sensation just as he had before. Simon had never realized how much he craved the feeling of being filled; it felt absolutely right, as if Kickin was perfectly made for him.

Simon : "O-Okay, move.." 

Kickin nodded, steadily moving his hips back and forth, going as deep as possible. Each deep thrust striking Simon's sweet spot, sending waves of ecstasy through both of them. Kickin released Simon's cock and grasped his legs, pressing them against his chest for support as he quickened his pace, filling Simon to the brim. Simon threw his head back, overwhelmed by pleasure, releasing loud, guttural moans that he'd rather die than let ayone hear. Kickin grinned widely, positioning Simon's legs over his shoulders, folding the dragon over as he leaned in to kiss Simon roughly while he drove into him at a brutal pace. Simon moaned loudly into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Kickin's neck, holding on tightly as Kickin pounded into him, digging his claws in the back of the chicken's head. Simon abandoned any idea of maintaining control, submitting completely to being Kickin's fuck toy, he honestly could get used to this. Breaking the kiss, Simon screamed in ecstasy as Kickin relentlessly hit his sweet spot, digging his nails deeper into his mate, pulling soft feathers as the heat in his core threatened to overflow. Kickin was almost equally vocal, usually the louder of the two, pleasure he had never felt before flooding his body with a deep burning heat that made desperate moans escape his throat as the warmth building in his gut neared its peak.

Simon : "H-Hah! Fuck! Kickin..! Aaaahhn! Fucking breed m-me, dammnit!" 

Kickin felt a sudden snap in his mind, a rush of primal instinct unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He leaned in and sunk his beak into Simon's neck, biting down hard enough to draw a small trickle of blood. The mix of pain and pleasure sent Simon spiraling into the most intense climax he had ever felt, his body wracked with waves of ecstasy, crying out a choked moan as he released thick white streaks across his stomach. As Kickin bit down harder, his own orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, feeling Simon clench around him, milking every last drop as Kickin came hard, filling Simon and coating his insides. Simon panted heavily, puffs of smoke escaping from his nostrils, his eyes half-lidded and utterly spent. Kickin let Simon's legs fall and collapsed on top of the dragon, breathing heavily as he lazily kissed the bite mark he had left behind, he can finally say he had claimed the big bad Simon Smoke.

Simon : "Wh-What the fuck." 

Kickin : "Heh, r-right? Told you, babe.." 

Simon : "D-Dont you dare say anything a-about this." 

Kickin : "What? How you begged me to breed y- mmph!" 

Simon clamped his hand over Kickin's mouth, Kickin just laughed and moved his hand.

Kickin : "I know, I know. Only I get to know about it anyway~" 

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Maggie : "Come on, babe! Crack a smile!" 

Baba : "I don't want to be here around all these loud people." 

Maggie : "Baba, try to tune them out, alroight? We are here for the sweets!"

Baba : "You mean you're here for the sweets." 

Maggie clicked her tongue and let her shoulders slump in disappointment. She was attempting to help her new girlfriend overcome her introverted nature, honestly believing it would be a simple, one-time process. Baba tried to explain how challenging it was for her, but her words seemed to go in one metaphorical ear and out the other for the shark critter, leading to numerous arguments even before they began dating. Despite their deep love for each other, the two critters had vastly different perspectives on mental health. Maggie believed that most issues could be resolved through exposure and positive thinking, while Baba understood the complexity of mental health, recognizing that some struggles can be unfixable or at least difficult to overcome due to her own range of mental illnesses. With depression and anxiety, along with being on the spectrum, she often became easily overstimulated. At that moment, the town fair was overwhelming; it was loud and crowded, and Maggie’s insistence on pushing her to participate in activities without any breaks only made it worse. Baba knew Maggie was trying to help, but she wished Maggie could understand her issues a bit more.

Maggie : "I'm gonna go grab something from the food stand then, ya want anything, babe?" 

Baba : "A soda please.." 

Maggie rose to her feet, pressing a kiss on Baba's wooly forehead before heading toward the food stalls. Baba nestled deeper into her blanket, her comfort item that she rarely takes off. Leaning back against the tree they were sitting under, she shut her eyes in an effort to clear her thoughts.

Icky Licky : "Oh, wow, didn't expect you here, Baba." 

Baba's eyes snapped open, her brows knitted together in irritation. She glanced beside her and saw her friends Icky Licky and Simon Smoke, both of the critters giving her a surprised, but almost smug look. Baba gave them a sideways glance, tugging the blanket further over her face as she settled onto the grass.

Baba : "Leave me alone." 

Simon : "Huh?? Why are you even out here if you don't wanna socialize?" 

Baba : "Maggie dragged me out here." 

Icky Licky : "Ooohh, right. You know you can just tell her no, right?"

Simon : "Dude, she can't be a hermit all her life!" 

Icky Licky : "She's gotta do what's right for herself! Not just listen to everything her mate says!"

Simon : "Dumbass, you gotta listen to your mate! But what would you know about that you fuckin lonely loser." 

Icky Licky : "I'm not lonely you fucking pompous asshole, I don't like dating!" 

Simon : "Yea, right, you just have no game!" 

Simon and Icky were in each other's faces, both puffing up their chests and glaring at one another. Simon blew smoke right into the frog's face, while Icky flicked his long tongue menacingly. They always seemed to find reasons to argue, and it was strange how, despite the shouting and fighting, they could later act as if nothing had happened. It was merely a pissing contest at best. Baba sighed, pulling a blanket over her head in attempt to block out the outside world.

Icky Licky : "How about I kick your ass, you tool!"

Simon : "Ide like to see you fucking try, you weak little shit!"

Baba : "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE YOU IDIOTS!"  

Baba's shout startled the two boys out of their scuffle. Simon rolled his eyes, prepared to walk away, but before he could, Icky's long, sticky tongue hit him squarely in the face, sending him crashing to the ground. Icky Licky cackled loudly and obnoxiously as he dashed off before Simon could recover. Simon shouted and swore at the frog while pursuing him, with Icky insisting that the dragon was cheating by flying. After they left, Baba sighed and uncovered her face, allowing the cool air to touch her flushed cheeks. She closed her eyes, rested her head on her knees, and hugged her legs, longing to return to the quiet comfort of her home.

Maggie : "Back, babe! Got ya a soda and a few sweets I want ya to try!"

Baba's ears perked up the aussie accent cutting through the silence. She lifted her head to see Maggie in front of her, struggling to carry two heavy bags filled with sweets and a can of soda in her hand. Maggie beamed at the sheep critter with a wide, toothy grin, which Baba returned with a small smile, though she couldn't fully conceal her true feelings. All she wanted was for Maggie to think she was fine and to get through the day quickly. However, after many years of knowing Baba Chops, Maggie could read her like a book. Maggie's grin faded into a thoughtful smile as she settled down next to Baba. She opened the soda and handed it to Baba, who gulped it down eagerly. Maggie stifled a chuckle when she heard Baba burp, always finding it amusing because it would always be mixed with a sheep bleat, though she was extremely embarrassed by her bleating. Maggie made an effort not to draw attention to it.

Baba watched in amazement, never quite understanding how Maggie could indulge in so much sugar without getting sick of it. Baba could eat a single slice of cake and not want sugar for the rest of the month. Maggie brought out a parfait in a plastic bowl, scooping a small bite onto a spoon and offering it to Baba. Baba accepted the bite, pleasantly surprised by its flavor—more fruit than just pure sugar. She smiled and nodded at Maggie, while the shark's tail wagged enthusiastically against the grass. Baba's smile grew; she found nearly everything about Maggie endearing, except for the times when the shark displayed anger and violence towards others, which she honestly found hot as fuck. Baba snapped back to reality when another spoonful of treats was presented to her—this time, a piece of chocolate cake. Taking a bite, she immediately cringed at the intense sweetness. Baba had never been a fan of chocolate; the only kind she enjoyed was from Maggie, whose chocolate scent perfectly matched her love for sweets. It was a common joke among their friends that Maggie’s scent transformed into chocolate due to the sheer amount she consumed.

Maggie : "Oh, whoops, too sweet?" 

Baba : "Yea.." 

Maggie : "I gotcha, babe. No more, I'm glad ya like the parfait though, ain't sweet enough for me so I'll save it for ya."

Baba simply nodded at Maggie, she turned away and started to zone out a little. Maggie eagerly took a big bite of her cake, devouring the slice in one go, and her tail began to wag even more energetically.

Maggie : "Mmmh! Oh, crikey that's good!" 

Baba : "...." 

Maggie took a few bites of her cookies, letting out a contented sigh, before she noticed Baba gazing off into the distance. She moved closer to the sheep critter, softly stroking her back and muttering encouraging sweet nothings until Baba began to relax a little. Although Baba typically disliked being touched, she made an exception for Maggie; the sensation of Maggie's claws on her wool felt amazing being able to reach and scratch the skin underneath the thick curls, and the shark's cool, smooth skin felt pleasant against her own warm fleece. Baba leaned into Maggie’s chest, closing her eyes as she listened to the steady rhythm of the shark’s heartbeat.

Maggie : "Hey, babe.. Ya okay? I know it's a lot right now, but you're doing great." 

Maggie's voice was gentle and comforting, Baba regretted losing her temper with Maggie today; she was just trying to help, even if her approach was a bit irritating to Baba. Baba pulled the blanket away from her head, feeling the coolness of Maggie's skin against her own. With a sigh, Baba began to relax a little.

Baba : "Not the best.. but I'm feeling a bit better with you here.. had to deal with some bullshit while you were gone.." 

Baba's voice came out as a flat whisper, a clear indication of how extremely exhausted and overwhelmed she was. Maggie clutched the blanket draped over Baba's body, a wave of anger rising in her chest. Though Maggie often radiated a bright, happy go lucky attitude, she could easily become pissed off, particularly when someone fucked with the love of her life. Taking a deep breath, Maggie worked to soothe her emotions, not wanting to upset Baba further. Baba found it hot when Maggie got angry, but not when she gets overwhelmed or anxious it just makes it worse. 

Maggie : "Did someone mess with you?" 

Baba : "Just Simon and Icky being dickheads, bothering me about being here then fighting each other."

Maggie : "Fuckin bogans.. I'll talk to the bloody assho-" 

Baba : "No, don't. Please.." 

Maggie sighed, bringing Baba into a close hug, just holding her girlfriend and trying to help her relax.

Maggie : "Alroight, Baba.." 

Maggie wrapped Baba in her blanket, cradling the smaller sheep critter in her lap. Baba relaxed against her girlfriend, closing her eyes and enjoying the comforting pressure of being held. Maggie noticed the blanket shifting as Baba's fluffy little tail wagged happily, completely unaware, while a broad grin spread across the shark's face. She intentionally ignored it, knowing that Baba would immediately stop if she knew. However, Maggie caught a whiff of something different in the air—the scent of licorice, one of her guilty pleasures. Despite her love for it, her friends hated it, more for her honestly. She hadn’t ordered any licorice-flavored sweets, as there weren’t any options available. Taking a deep breath, she confirmed the scent was indeed licorice, mingled with a hint of flowers. Maggie sniffed around, closing her eyes to better focus on the aroma until she pinpointed its source and inhaled deeply.

Baba : "..Maggie?" 

Maggie opened her eyes, her face nestled against Baba's neck, the smell was coming from her. Baba always wore her blanket, which meant no one could truly smell her signature scent of anise; it was usually subdued, leading others to think it was merely a floral yet spicy fragrance. But up close, it was nothing but pure licorice, Maggie could feel her mouth watering.

Maggie : "Baba, ya smell like licorice.." 

Baba : "Oh, um, yea.. Anise is almost like a carbon copy of licorice.." 

Maggie : "I never got a chance to catch you're real scent, you're always covered up head to toe, babe! That thick wool doesnt help.. Crikey you smell good.."

Maggie clutched Baba tightly, her claws gently grasping the blanket that covered the sheep critter. She nestled her face against Baba's neck, breathing in the sweet aroma of licorice. Baba stiffened and gasped as Maggie pressed her face roughly against her scent spot, but a surge of anxiety washed over her when she realized they were still very much exposed to the crowd at the fair.

Baba : "Maggie w-wait there's people around.. ah!" 

Baba let out a soft, surprised gasp as Maggie began to lick and nibble at Baba's scent spot, quickly covering her mouth with the blanket. Fortunately, the noise from the fair was loud enough that no one noticed. Maggie hummed contentedly as the sweet, spicy flavor of licorice filled her mouth, her tail wagging energetically and hitting the tree they were under. Baba shivered as the sensation from her scent spot intensified, Maggie's warm, wet tongue gliding over her neck and soaking her wool. With her eyes closed, Baba surrendered to the pleasure, the surrounding world beginning to blur as the sounds of critters shouting and laughing faded away, replaced by Maggie's gentle hums and satisfied moans. The same noises Baba would hear when Maggie would find a particularly delicious sweet. A deep blush crept over Baba's face; she was starting to get really turned on by the attention. Suddenly, Maggie bit into Baba's neck as if it were a piece of candy, flooding her mouth with the sweet licorice taste along with a hint of iron. The shark was completely absorbed in pursuing this flavor. Baba bit her lip hard to stifle a moan from the bite; Baba adored pain, and it was a bonus that her mate had two rows of very sharp teeth that loved to bite.

Baba : "M-Maggie.. stop.." 

Maggie halted, her tail ceasing its wagging as a wave of regret washed over her for losing herself in her own thoughts and forgetting that Baba wasn't feeling great. She unclamped her teeth Baba's neck, gently licking the lightly bleeding mark and placing a few tender kisses before pulling back to look at her girlfriend. To her surprise, Baba was breathing heavily, her face flushed and bright red. Now that Maggie reflected on it, she recalled that towards the end, the taste had shifted slightly, becoming more spicy and musky.

Maggie : " Shit, babe.. I'm sorry, got kinda lost there I-" 

Baba : "Take me home. Now." 

Maggie began to worry that she had upset her mate. She relaxed her hold on the sheep, but Baba moved in closer.

Maggie : "I'm sorry, babe, come on we don't gotta leave.." 

Baba : "No. Take me home. Now." 

Baba pressed her hips against Maggie, and Maggie's face flushed as she finally became aware of how wet Baba was. Maggie grinned widely, swiftly getting up and scooping Baba up in her blanket bridal style. She made a run towards Baba's home, now far from the fair. As soon as they reached Baba's house, Baba leaped from Maggie's arms, pulling the taller critter into a deep and urgent kiss. Maggie returned the kiss, her tongue immediately exploring the sheep's mouth, her licorice taste returning to her tongue. Baba could taste her own licorice flavor on Maggie's tongue. Maggie gripped Baba's hips, lifting her so Baba could wrap her legs around Maggie's waist. Maggie pressed Baba firmly against the wall, holding her by the hips and pushing against Baba's soaking cunt. Baba broke from the kiss, letting out a soft moan. Maggie ground her hips against Baba, her cock beginning to slip from its sheath as deep warmth spread through both of them. Baba wrapped her arms tightly around Maggie's shoulders, pulling her close, leaning her head against the wall, and groaning as she felt Maggie's cock slide against her folds and rub her clit. Maggie bit her lip, accelerating her thrusts, desperately humping against her girlfriend hitting Baba's clit with each hard thrust sending shocks of hot pleasure up her body.

Baba : "Aannhh.. shit.. M-Maggie, fuck me.." 

Baba's voice was full of need, a whiney tone that went straight to Maggie's cock. Maggie leaned in for another kiss, positioning Baba and slipping inside her with ease, a shock of tight heat enveloping Maggie's cock. Baba broke the kiss to moan, her face contorting with pleasure as she felt Maggie's thick cock fill and stretched her deliciously, the pain of the stretch only adding to her ecstasy. Maggie shivered, digging her claws in Baba's hips beginning to move Baba slowly up and down on her cock, much to Baba's frustration. Baba pressed her legs and hooves firmly into Maggie's back, pressing her deeper inside. Maggie moaned loudly, starting to drive upward into Baba franticly, her large tail thrashing violently in the air.

Maggie : "Haah! Baba, fuck! Your so t-tight! So fuckin warm.." 

Baba : "Auhhh.. f-faster.. harder.. please! Wreck me!" 

Maggie's cock pulsed at the words, a low growl echoing from her throat, making Baba quiver. Maggie grasped Baba's hips tightly, digging her claws into her flesh as she pounded desperately into her smaller mate, rough and hungrily. Baba cried out in pleasure, Maggie's movements already hitting her g-spot relentlessly. Baba tilted her head, staring down Maggie with lidded begging eyes as she exposed the side of her neck that hadn't yet been abused by the shark. Maggie immediately attacked her neck, licking and sucking at her scent gland as if her life depended on it, quickly clamping her teeth down hard on Baba's neck breaking the skin. Baba sobbed in ecstasy, the mix of pain and intense pleasure in her core overwhelming her, her muscles tensed, her skin felt like it was on fire. She couldn't keep moans from spilling from her mouth, her yells mixed with Maggie's name and, unfortunately for her, loud sheep bleats she couldn't control. Maggie growled deeply, almost possessively, as she continued to savor the taste of her mate. The arousal laced licorice lighting Maggie's mind on fire, flooding it with instinct to just claim her mate and drive to fill her to the brim. Maggie felt her peak building, deep hot pressure filling her, her breaths hard and ragged laced with deep primal growls. Baba's breaths came heavier, her moans growing louder and higher with each hard thrust, Baba started to loose composure as she felt the heat build in her threatening to spill over.

Baba : "F-Fuck! So c-close! Hah! I-Inside..! please!" 

That's all Maggie needed; she bit down hard on Baba's neck, her teeth sinking deep into the flesh as she growled, releasing a guttural moan as she came intensely inside her mate. Baba reached her peak the moment she felt Maggie fill her up, letting out a loud bleat like moan, her eyes rolling back as her orgasm hit her harder than ever before. Her body jolted and trembled as the aftershocks rolled through her, subtle waves of pleasure still wrecking her body while Maggie panted heavily, her teeth still embedded in Baba's neck, her legs beginning to lose their stability and shake. Maggie eventually pulled out and unclamped her teeth on Baba's neck, quickly carrying her to the couch before her legs gave way, both collapsing onto it. Maggie held Baba on top of her, kissing and tending to the bleeding wound she had left on Baba's neck.

Maggie : "Mmm.. that was bloody great, babe. Ya okay, sweetheart?" 

Maggie waited on a reply, she brushed Baba's thick wool curls out of her eyes to find her fast asleep. Maggie chuckled, leaving a kiss on Baba's head and rubbing her back lovingly. 

Maggie : "Yea, been a long hectic day, eh? Get some sleep, babe.." 

...........

Maggie : "Fuckin hell I left my sweets at the damn fair.." 

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Rabie : "A-Aaah.. mm.. fuck, come on already!!"

Rabie Baby let out a frustrated groan as she pressed her hips down against the large toy inside her, but unfortunately, it wasn't doing its job. For nearly an hour, she had been trying to get off, but nothing seemed to work, especially since she didnt have fingers to use, at least safely. The bat critter bounced restlessly against her bed, the toy stretched her to her limits yet no where close to coming; it was like a nagging, painful itch that needed scratching. Rabie knew why though— unfortunately, she was in heat. Leaving her body aching for her mate, with a painful throb in her cunt. Her skin felt hot to the touch, her face flushed deep red, and sweat drenched her soft fur. Frustratingly, her mate was nowhere to be found, and she desperately needed him to get off; nothing could do the trick except for Simon Smoke. His scent, his body, his thick cock were all she could think of. Yet, the dragon was no where to be seen, leaving Rabie to attempt to manage her craving on her own, continuously failing. Even the thought of her mate being there, fucking her senselessly and breeding her, only brought her to the brink of climax before she fell back to square one. With a dramatic sigh, the bat critter grabbed her phone to send Simon yet another message.

Rabie : "Simon! Get your red ass here already!"

Before Rabie could end the message, another voice finally cut through the call. Simon groaned, sleep deep in his groggy voice.

Simon : "Damn, babe, what the fuck is with all the calls? I was asleep! Not all of us can stay up like you!"

Rabie : "Simon! Finally! I need you here NOW!"

Simon : "What the hell for??" 

Rabie : "Just fly over, please!"

Rabie ended the call, leaving Simon utterly bewildered as he stared at his phone. The dragon sighed and climbed out of bed, leaping through the open castle window and soaring off into the night toward Rabie's cave. Meanwhile, Rabie quickly hopped off the toy she had been playing with, giggling with excitement as she threw it aside. Simon arrived at Rabie's place in just a few minutes, casually walking through her cave until he reached her bedroom, where he was immediately hit by a powerful scent of sweet bubblegum that made him instinctively pull back.

Simon : "Holy fuck, babe, why is it so damn strong.. in.. here.." 

Simon's voice faded as he made eye contact with his partner. Rabie was sprawled on her bed, lying on her stomach, her ass in the air with her tail flicking with excitement, her wet, needy cunt on full display for her boyfriend. Immediately, Simon felt a surge of heat and deep ache spread between his thighs, the intoxicating scent of his girlfriend's sweet bubblegum starting to engulf his senses, clouding his mind flipping his primal instincts like a switch. 

Simon : "Fuck, you're in heat?"

Rabie : "No shit, Simon! Come on, help out your mate will ya? I've been trying for an hour, nothing is as better as yours~" 

Simon felt a deep throb at those words and needy tone, his cock quickly making an appearance. He smirked, fluttering his wings and eagerly thrashing his tail as he made his way to Rabie's bed, settling in behind her, but instead of diving right in, he decided to tease her a little. Or at least that was his excuse; in truth, he craved the taste of his girlfriend's sweet flavor and wanted to make her come as many times as possible. Simon hated to admit that he was a considerate lover for some reason, especially since the critters he had known before meeting his current friends had led him to believe that focusing solely on a man's needs was the way to go. He adhered to that mindset for a long time until he met Rabie. Once they became mates, all Simon wanted was to treat Rabie like royalty; he had never loved anyone as much as he loved her. However, this affection remained a secret between them, as Simon would never publicly display such tenderness towards Rabie and reveal how much of a soft-hearted dragon he truly was. Still, the others noticed big time, not that Simon knew. 

Simon buried his dragon snout against Rabie's sensitive cunt, savoring her sweet taste with his long, pointed tongue. Rabie cried out, moaning desperately and pressing her hips back against Simon's face craving more pressure, her heat making every lick and every touch feel like burning hot fire in her core. Simon grasped her soft, fluffy ass with his claws, holding her in place while kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. When Simon's tongue flicked out to lick her swollen clit, Rabie let out a loud, yelping moan as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Simon groaned, her sweet sounds making his cock throb with each noise. He continued to lick and suck at his mate's clit, feeling Rabie's body tense and her moans growing more and more high-pitched until her body began to spasm as she quickly came. Simon pulled away and grinned, baring his sharp teeth. Rabie looked back at her mate, giving him a soft grin as relief washed over her after finally being able to come, but the heat grew once more as she saw those sharp teeth, now all she wanted was those teeth in her neck as Simon bred her. 

Simon : "Hope you ain't ready for the main course yet, babe.." 

Rabie's smile disappeared, replaced briefly by bewilderment before transforming into sheer ecstasy as Simon pushed in two of his thick fingers deep into her at once. A loud moan escaped Rabie's lips, her wing claws clutching and ripping at the blanket beneath her. Simon let out a nearly sadistic chuckle, the sound sending a shiver coursing down Rabie's spine. Kneeling upright, Simon leaned over Rabie, planting sweet kisses on her neck and scent spot. Rabie leaned into the kisses, a smile playing on her lips as her heart raced.

Simon : "That feel good, princess?"

Simon whispered softly against Rabie, her large ears twitching in reaction. His voice became deeper, imbued with desire and seduction, leaving Rabie feeling weak in the knees. The scent of musky woodsmoke enveloped the air around them, mingling with her bubblegum. When he received no reply, Simon clicked his tongue and slowed the movements of his fingers to a stop, prompting Rabie to whine and press back against his hand.

Simon : "I'm talking to you, Rabie. You love to talk, now your holding out on me?" 

Rabie : "H-Hah..It felt s-so good! Please! Simon, keep g-going, please!" 

Simon : "That's a good girl~"

Simon picked back up his fast, rough thrusts with his fingers. The dragon curling his fingers at her inner walls quickly finding her G-spot, causing Rabie to throw her head back and release a tense moan. Simon had memorized every sensitive spot on his mate, knowing how to make her beg or scream by second nature at this point. With his free hand, he slowly stroked himself in Rabie's view, making sure to tease her even more. He swore he could see drool pool on the pillow under her. Rabie's moans intensified with each thrust against her G-spot, her walls tightening around Simon's fingers as another intense orgasm crept up, burning heat building in her core rapidly. Simon grinned big, baring his teeth as he picked up his pace, jackhammering his fingers roughly in his mate. 

Simon : "That's it. Come on, Baby. Come for me!" 

Rabie : "Ah! Hah! Simon!!" 

Simon's growls filled Rabie's ears as he stroked himself faster, matching the rhythm of his fingers until he felt her tense, her moans coming out in short loud gasps as the coil in her gut finally snapped, coming hard around Simon's fingers. She moaned his name loudly as waves of electric pleasure coursed through her body, her eyes rolling in the back of her head while her body trembled and shook from the aftershocks. Simon withdrew his fingers from his mate, eagerly licking them clean, savoring every last bit of her. Rabie panted softly, her legs trembling slightly, but already feeling a renewed heat and need flood her body, she wasn't going to be fully satisfied until Simon bred her. She arched her back, presenting herself, her ass and fluffy tail swaying invitingly. Simon bit his lip and smirked, positioning himself behind Rabie once more. He gripped his throbbing cock and rubbed the tip slowly between her folds, grinning at her whines and growling each time she pushed back against him.

Simon : "Beg for it, princess~" 

Rabie : "Mmmm! Simon, please!" 

Simon : "Need to do better than that, babe.. Tell me, how bad do you want me? What do you want me to do to that sweet tight pussy of yours?"

Simon gradually inserted the tip of his cock, then withdrew it completely, repeating the motion and relishing every desperate and needy sound that escaped from Rabie.

Rabie : "P-Please, Simon! Fuck me! I want you so bad! No one is b-better than your's, I want you t-to fill me up with your thick cock! I w-want you to claim me! Breed me! Mark me! Please!" 

Simon's eyes widened; he had never heard Rabie speak that way before, and it sent a surge of heat straight to his groin, the pure lust of her heat clouding the bat's mindset. Simon smiled, almost predatorily eager, his tail twitching and wings fluttering with excitement. He grabbed Rabie's hips roughly, thrusting his thick cock into her needy cunt without warning. Rabie screamed in pleasure, the deep ache in her core finally getting fed by Simon's cock. Her heightened senses, driven by her heat, sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body from the contact alone. Her head fell limp against the pillow as Simon pounded into her at a brutal pace, her mouth hanging open as moans and drool spilled out uncontrollably. Simon growled loudly, the tight clench of her pussy around his cock sending spikes of hot pleasure through him, her wetness allowing him to go so deep he swore he could touch her cervix.

Simon : "Mmm.. Fuck, babe, your always so fucking tight. You take my cock so fucking well, like you were built for me and me only." 

Simon maintained his frantics thrusts, increasing his pace while emitting low moans amidst growls of ecstasy. His claws sank into Rabie's hips, causing her to yelp, yet the pain intertwined beautifully with the intense pleasure coursing through her body.

Rabie : "Aah! Hah! I'm a-all yours! Only y-yours! Fuck!!"

Simon : "Damn right.. Nngh.. You want me to fill you up, princess? Breed you like a good girl, huh?"

Rabie : "Yes!! Please, Simon!! I want to b-be filled to the b-brim..! Knock m-me up!" 

Simon was turned on beyond belief by those words. Rabie, even in her previous heats, had never spoken in such a manner. Holy shit the idea of knocking her up drove Simon crazy, the ultimate claim of his mate, the proof of Rabie being just his. A deep possessive growl escaped Simon, the heat pooled in his gut finally snapping as puffs of smoke blew from his snout, finally reaching his peak and coming hard into his mate. His cock pulsed as he released his seed, filling Rabie completely. Rabie let out a high, strained moan as her own orgasm surged through her, more intense than any she had ever experienced. Her body convulsed and shook with waves of pure ecstasy. Her muscles tightened around Simon's cock, eliciting a growling moan from the dragon as she drew out his release. The thought of knocking up Rabie lingered in Simon's mind, and his cock hardened again almost instantly as the primal drive flooded his brain. Rabie panted, still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm, when a sudden wave of pleasure caught her off guard, nearly taking her breath away as Simon began to thrust once more.

Rabie : "F-Fuck!! Simon!!"

Simon : "You w-wanted me to knock you up, be careful w-what you wish for, princess.." 

Rabie cried out loudly, her hyper-sensitive core pulsating around Simon's core as he drove into her. Simon leaned forward, pressing his chest against Rabie's back, wrapping his arms around her, and lifting them both up, holding his mate possessively. Rabie gasped at the abrupt shift, her exhausted body going limp against Simon's hold, her eyes fluttering closed, her mind and body overwhelmed by the sheer ecstasy washing over her as the new position allowed Simon to strike her g-spot relentlessly. She rested her head back against Simon, exposing her neck to him. Simon trailed his tongue up her neck, sucking on her scent gland before biting down firmly with his sharp teeth. Rabie screamed out in pleasure, Simon deepening his bite as he mercilessly slammed into her. Simon ran a hand down Rabie's soft fur, from her chest to her stomach, where a small bump had formed from filling her earlier. Simon released his teeth, gently licking the wound, and moaned softly into Rabie's ear.

Simon : "You would l-look so fucking beautiful carrying my babies.. Everyone w-would know you are mine and only mine! If anyone w-would even d-dare touch you.. f-fuck! I would tear their h-head off.." 

Rabie beamed with delight, her heart swelling at the unexpected show of possession; she truly adored it, feeling like her mate's treasured possession.

Rabie : "Y-Yes! Simon! Haah!! I'm o-only yours! I l-love you, Simon!" 

Simon : "I love y-you too, Rabie..! Fuck!!" 

Simon exhaled a cloud of smoke and flame from his snout, clutching the bat critter tightly as he thrust deeply into his mate. With each pump, he could feel her belly swell slightly as he filled her insides. Rabie came again as soon as she felt Simon pump into her, emitting a high, strained moan, as she clenched around the dragon's cock, milking him for all he's worth. Exhausted, Rabie collapsed back against Simon, the dragon supporting her and keeping a hand on her rounded stomach. A broad smile spread across his face, his heart overflowing with love at the thought of actually knocking his mate up. He gently rubbed her belly, indulging in the fantasy for the moment. Rabie let out a deep satisfied sigh, turning to face Simon and giving him a soft, tired kiss.

Rabie : "Mmmm.. You don't have to pull out just yet, big boy.."

Simon : "You don't have to tell me twice, babe.." 

Simon embraced Rabie, maneuvering them both into a snug spooning position without breaking their connection. He wrapped his arms securely around her, placing a hand on her stomach and rubbing it softly while emitting a low, gravelly dragon purr. Internally, Rabie squealed with delight, not wanting him to stop; it was rare for Simon to purr in front of people, as he often didn’t realize he was doing it, so she remained silent so he wouldn't stop. He rested his chin on her shoulder, showering her cheek and jaw with tender kisses. Rabie was mesmerized by Simon's affection; he was always sweet to her in private and adored her more than anything, but this moment felt particularly possessive. The way he held her—firm yet gentle, with sweet kisses and a comforting hold on her stomach—made her feel as though he was treating her like she was already expecting.

Rabie : "You like the idea of knocking me up, huh?" 

Simon : "Mmm.. yea.. Just thinking of you carrying a part of me..no connection deeper than that, babe.. plus, I think you would look so sexy and beautiful like that.." 

Rabie chuckled, placing her wing on the hand Simon had of her stomach, she just realized how big her stomach actually got. She really did already look a few months along.

Rabie : "I'm not opposed to that idea, Simon." 

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It was a peaceful day at Critter Valley, where the Smiling Critters were all outside basking in the sunlight. Catnap was snoozing on a tree branch, while Hoppy kicked a soccer ball around with Dogday. Kickin Chicken zoomed around on his skateboard, and the other critters gathered at the picnic table, enjoying tasty snacks and each other's company. Among them was Bubba, the large elephant critter, who was engrossed in a fascinating book about astronomy. Reading about stars and space always reminded him of his boyfriend, Kickin Chicken. Kickin had a passion for space and often dreamed of traveling to the moon with his best friend Hoppy. He loved the vastness of the universe, filled with indescribable objects. Although Kickin didn’t grasp the technical aspects of space, he was constantly awed by the night sky. Bubba enjoyed sharing intriguing facts with Kickin, so when he spotted an astrology book at the library, he immediately thought of Kickin and looked forward to discussing the topics that truly fascinated the chicken.

Kickin : "Yo, guys! Whatcha up to?" 

Speaking of the chicken, Kickin rode up to the group on his skateboard, kicking it up into his hand in one fell swoop, man Bubba thought he was so cool.

Picky : "Oh, Hiya, Kickin! We are just hanging out, I made some picnic snacks if you want some!" 

Craftycorn looked up from her drawing, giving Kickin a pensive smile and wave. Bobby waved to the chicken as well, not talking due to her mouth being full of a peanut butter and honey sandwich. 

Kickin : "Thanks, dudette, but I'm chill right now." 

Kickin leaned his skateboard against the picnic table and settled down beside Bubba, draping his arm around the elephant's bigger frame. Bubba's tail waved joyfully as he turned to his mate, offering a small yet loving smile.

Bubba : "Hi, Kickin. Did you have fun?"

Kickin : "Yea! I finally figure out how to do a half cap flip, only busted my ass a hundred times, but I got a good one!" 

Bubba's smile faded, instantly turning and grabbing his mate gently looking over his body for injuries. 

Kickin : "Bubz, I'm fine! You know I'm tough!"

Bubba : "Yes, I know Kickin, but you have to be a bit more careful, your bones are more fragile than the regular critter's.." 

Kickin : "You worry too much." 

Bubba rolled his eyes as he discovered a sizable bruise beneath the feathers on Kickin's chest. With a sigh, the elephant opted not to make a fuss and simply gave the bruise a gentle kiss. Bobby squealed with her mouth full of sandwich at the sweet display.

Bobby : "Aaaawww!!"

Kickin : "Hush, Bobby." 

Bubba chuckled as he returned to his book, while Kickin felt his cheeks flush beneath his feathers, highly embarrassed. Kickin hated such mushy displays in public; they interfered with his cool persona! Bubba was well aware of this, yet he continued to tease Kickin, who couldn’t tell if Bubba was forgetful or simply indifferent. But wait, he was an elephant! He always remembered! It seemed like Bubba just enjoyed making him flustered in public, and this wasn't an isolated incident. Just the day before, Bubba had been holding the chicken flush against him, pressing his body against his back while showering the chicken with kisses on his face and neck while their friends were only five feet away! Bubba knew Kickin was embarrassed but kept it up anyway. Now that Kickin thought back on it, he had seen that cheeky grin on his boyfriend's face. Kickin shot a glare at Bubba, nudging his arm and giving him a look that said to stop it. Bubba merely sent a side eyed glance and smirked.

You know what? Kickin wanted some payback. His confidence had skyrocketed after pulling off that skateboard trick, so he felt entitled to make the elephant flustered this time around. Even better, he wanted to piss him off. That thought was surprisingly thrilling now that he considered it. His mate was usually either overly sweet or adorably annoying toward Kickin. It was by far the worst thing in the world, Kickin loved it, but in private. Kickin loved Bubba more than anything, but he just wished Bubba would be a bit rougher with him instead of treating him like a fragile china doll. The bigger critter could get really temperamental when pushed, and Kickin found that more hot than scary—he was never afraid of that big lug. There was one time when Kickin saw Bubba pinning some random critter against a tree, cursing him out for bullying Crafty. Kickin would have jumped his mate right then and there if he could. So, new mission: annoy his mate until Bubba gets pissed off enough to fuck him senseless.

Kickin lounged on the bench seat of the picnic table, casually crossing one leg over the other, uncomfortably close to Bubba's face. Bubba shot a quick glance at his mate before shifting over a bit. Kickin bounced his leg against the other rhythmically, pretending to just enjoy in the sun shining down on them. He slipped on his reflective sunglasses, letting him watch Bubba without being noticed. Bubba frowned, adjusting his reading glasses with his trunk, struggling to keep up with the text as the constant movement nearby distracted him. Kickin noticed Bubba mumbling a few words to himself, trying to push through a paragraph that he kept losing track of.

Bubba : "Kickin, can you please move a bit please? I can't concentrate." 

Kickin : "Oh, sorry babe." 

Kickin folded his arms behind his head and stretched his legs across Bubba's lap. Bubba let out a sigh and attempted to focus on his book, but Kickin's leg began to bounce once more. A smirk crept onto Kickin's face as he heard Bubba huff in frustration from his trunk.

Bubba : " Kicki-" 

Kickin : "Oh, yea, dudettes! I forgot to let yall know Dogday asked for our help making some signs and decorations for a party he wants to do, think it's one of those Nightmare dude's birthday." 

Kickin loudly interrupted Bubba, the elephant groaned and brought the book closer to his face. Bobby grinned at Kickin, grabbing onto Crafty's hoof with her paw in excitement.

Bobby : "OMG of course!! I LOVE setting up parties! Crafty, we gotta make the best sign ever!! Do you know who it is Kickin??" 

Bubba winced at the loud squealing from the bear, his large ears flapping in discomfort. Kickin flashed a grin, moving to sit extremely close to Bubba, completely ignoring him as he chatted with his friends. While this might seem harsh, Kickin felt that Bubba had done far worse things to fluster him. There was a time when Bubba held Kickin in his lap while he was talking to some random critters, wrapping his arms around his smaller mate and trapping him in a hold, kissing, nuzzling, and pressing against Kickin's ass right in front of those critters! Just to get a rise out of Kickin! Perhaps it turned him on, or maybe Bubba simply enjoyed teasing his mate, but it did lead to some pretty intense fucking when they got home. Bubba does apologize when Kickin genuinely gets upset and hasn't gone to such extremes since that day, but that doesn't mean Kickin can't seek his own revenge.

Kickin : "Uhh, the bat girl I think? The one who always is in everyone's business?" 

Crafty : "Oh, she's sweet..I don't like her boyfriend though, he's a jerk.." 

Bobby : "Don't worry, sweetie! Hoppy isn't scared to kick some dragon butt."

The girls erupted into a fit of giggles, all three chatting excitedly about organizing the party. Kickin glanced over his glasses at Bubba, he could have sworn he saw a vein pulsing on the elephant's temple, with his tail flicking in irritation. The big critter inhaled deeply in an effort to soothe himself, releasing a small trumpet-like sound through his trunk.

Picky : "Oh! I can make my apple fillin' cookies! I made a few for today, I think they would be a big hit!"

Kickin : "Oh, lemme try one!" 

Kickin climbed onto Bubba's lap, crawling all over him to grab a cookie and completely obstructing Bubba's view of his book. Bubba clenched his teeth and exhaled through his trunk in frustration, while Kickin deliberately positioned himself in front of the book. Raising his ass right in Bubba's face, his tail feathers fluttering against Bubba's trunk and knocking his glasses aside.

Bubba : "KICKIN."  

The girls jumped, Kickin just turned back to him mate with a cookie in his mouth, a smug tone in his voice. 

Kickin : "Oh, sorry, Bubz. Just wanted to try these cookies, want some?" 

Kickin was convinced he could hear a blood vessel pop, while Bubba did his best to stay still and composed in front of his friend. His body shook a little, his tail thumped against the bench, and his ears twitched. It brought back memories for Kickin of that fateful day when Bubba got furious and stood up for Crafty; it was fucking hot.

Kickin : "You alright, Bubba? Something bothering you?"

Kickin couldn't contain a smirk; it finally dawned on Bubba that Kickin was doing this on purpose, and lord it made him pissed. Kickin was intentionally being a nuisance! He was obstructing Bubba, making too much noise, and invading his personal space while he was trying to focus. But why? Was Kickin trying to tease him? Just being irritating? Bubba's thoughts were interrupted when Kickin suddenly plopped down heavily in the elephant's lap, subtly pressing his ass against Bubba. The elephant's body tensed even more, starting to sweat from a combination of anger and, regrettably, getting turned on by Kickin's idiotic display. The girls shot Bubba a concerned glance.

Picky : "You okay for real, Bubba?" 

Bubba : "Yes I.. I just need to go." 

Crafty : "Did we upset you..?" 

Bubba : "No. Just need to go read somewhere quiet. It's not you're fault I promise, just overwhelmed out here." 

The girls got the message. Bubba picked up Kickin and set him down a bit more forcefully than usual on the bench at the table. He collected his belongings, placed a quick kiss on Kickin's forehead, and walked away, yea he was pissed.

Bobby : "..Kickin.."

Bobby glared at the chicken, her stern voice reminding them of an annoyed mom, Kickin chuckled nervously at Bobby and got up from the picnic table.

Kickin : "I should uh.." 

Bobby : "Now." 

Kickin : "Righto..!" 

Bobby didn't have to explain anything, Kickin sweated nervously grabbing his skateboard riding along to catch up to Bubba. 

Kickin : "Hey! Bubz!" 

Bubba : "...." 

Kickin assumed he couldn't hear him, he pushed faster against his board getting closer to his mate. 

Kickin : "Bubba! Hey, sorry if I got on your nerves, babe! Let's talk!"

Bubba : "...." 

Kickin began to feel a bit anxious; all he wanted was an anger fueled heated fuck sesh, not to genuinely upset his boyfriend. Bubba disregarded Kickin entirely, rushing into his shack and closing the door behind him, though he left it slightly ajar.

Kickin : "..Shit I think I fucked up.." 

Kickin made it to Bubba's house, propping his board up against the side of the shack. The little critter swallowed hard, a chill of sweat trickling down his neck as real regret settled in his stomach. Taking a deep breath, Kickin stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

Kickin : "Hey, Bubba, I'm sorry for real.. Can we please talk? I wasn't trying to make you so upset.. I ju- WOAH SHIT!" 

Kickin felt as if he had hit a brick wall, crashing face-first onto the ground, a heavy weight pressing him down against the wood floor. Struggling to turn and see his surroundings, as a strong wave of lemongrass hit his nose he realized it was Bubba who was on top of him, Kickin's eyes widened. Bubba placed his full weight on the smaller critter, his limbs pinning Kickin down on either side of the chicken's body, immobilizing him. When Kickin attempted to shift, he felt a harsh huff of air blow from Bubba's trunk. As he tried to push himself up, he inadvertently pressed his ass against Bubba's crotch, eliciting a low growl from Bubba. Oh, fuck, that was hot.

Kickin : "B-Bubba..?" 

Bubba : "You think I didnt know what you were doing? Being a nuisance on purpose? Keeping me from enjoying my book? A book I got just so I can share facts with you." 

Kickin: "Oh, Bubba I.. I didn't know you did that for me th-thats sweet of you- H-Hah!" 

Bubba had reached his hoof under Kickin's body, roughly but slowly rubbing his cunt, he was already soaked. 

Bubba : "I thought you didn't like the sweet things I do." 

Kickin : "Wh-What? No! I do, j-just haahnn.. not in p-public.." 

Kickin arched his back the best he could, trying to grind himself against Bubba's hoof desperately chasing the sweet heat pooling in his gut. Bubba tsked, pulling away from under his mate, Kickin whined loudly at he loss of attention.

Bubba : "So you decided to make me angry to get back at me? To get me so mad I wanted to bend you over that table and teach you a lesson, right in front of our friends?" 

Kickin's eyes shot open, a hard blush rushing to his cheeks. 

Kickin : "I-I.." 

Bubba : "Oh, I could tell, Kickin.. The way you pressed against me, throwing that cute ass in front of my book.." 

Kickin was taken aback; he never expected Bubba would act like this—so dominate and rude, it felt like he was a completely different critter. Bubba radiated confidence, a stark contrast to the timid, anxious critter Kickin was used to during sex, always so concerned about causing his mate any harm. Turns out angry Bubba was an whole different elephant, and, damn, it made Kickin hornier than he's ever been.

Kickin : "O-okay ya got me..I wanted to f-fluster you too, but seeing you s-so mad is really fucking hot.." 

Bubba : "Is that so? That's good since I'm still pretty pissed off at you.." 

Kickin attempted to say something, but was interrupted by a sharp smack to his ass, causing a squawk-like moan to escape his throat against his will as the sudden sharp pain quickly turned into a deep hot throb in his core. Bubba grinned, gently rubbing the spot he had just spanked; he may be mad but he still couldn't help his loving nature slipping out. Kickin flinched and let out another moan with the next smack, his back arching and wings gripping at nothing as they searched for something solid to grasp on the floor.

Bubba : "You want me to not be so gentle, huh? Be careful for what you ask for, Kickin.."

Kickin was screaming with joy in his mind; his plan had worked! Now, he could just enjoy the ride. Bubba delivered another smack, this time to the other side of Kickin's ass. Kickin groaned loudly as the sharp pain meddled instantly with the growing heat in his cunt, pressing back against Bubba. The elephant shifted off Kickin's back, sitting up behind him to get a better view. Bubba smirked as a wave of musky Ylang-Ylang hit his trunk. He ran his hoof over Kickin's cunt, rubbing achingly slow and drawing out sweet, low, needy moans from the chicken.

Bubba : "Already so wet and aching for me.. Did you want me this bad earlier? I bet you were just begging me in your head to turn you over that table.." 

Kickin : "Y-Yes! Fuck, I wanted you so bad! I wanted you to t-take all that anger out on me!" 

Bubba groaned under his breath, his cock appearing and already getting rock hard, Kickin noticed and pushed back against it making Bubba moan lowly from the pressure. Bubba gave his ass another smack, earning another yelp from his mate. 

Bubba : "Don't you think about it, I'm in charge now." 

Kickin's most cunt pulsed with need, silently pleading to be filled, or for just any touch at all. Bubba gripped Kickin's hips, taking his large cock and gliding it between Kickin's folds, striking his sensitive clit with each slow rub. Kickin trembled, whimpering softly, taking all that he had not to disobey Bubba and suffer more teasing, all he wanted was to be fucked until he couldn't move anymore.

Kickin : "B-Bubba.. P-Please.." 

Bubba : "Mmm.. Please what?"

Kickin : "P-Please! Fuck me!" 

Bubba smirked and roughly slid in, but only just the tip. Kickin gasped and moaned at the sudden, delicious stretch. He glanced back with needy eyes when he noticed that Bubba had paused with only the tip.

Bubba : "Not good enough.." 

Kickin : "P-Please, fuck me hard! Stretch me with th-that huge cock of yours! Fuck me till I b-break!" 

Bubba slammed into Kickin, giving the smaller critter no chance to adjust to Bubba's sheer size and girth. Kickin cried out as the sudden burning hot pleasure shocked his body, being filled so deep that he swore Bubba could hit his cervix. Bubba leaned over Kickin, grunting and groaning as he drove into his mate franticly, pinning him to the floor and wrapping an arm around Kickin's waist. As Bubba rubbed his clit he suddenly felt Kickin's stomach bulge with each powerful thrust. This honestly worried the elephant, his anger-clouded mind starting to clear, but he tried to push it away as he heard out full of ecstasy Kickin's ecstatic screams were. The sounds alone were pushing Bubba closer to the edge, the vice grip on his cock as Kickin's tight cunt clamped down sending shockwaves of pleasure through Bubba's body. Kickin was in absolute bliss, his walls stretching, hot waves of pleasure coursing through his body with each thrust pushing his body against the floor, drool dripping from his beak as moans spilled from his throat aimlessly. Every sensitive spot he could have ignited by the sheer thickness of Bubba's cock, the burning coil in his gut building with each hit, threatening to snap.

Kickin : "B-BUBBA! HAH FUUUCK!"

Kickin cried out, his body shuddering as a powerful climax tore through him. His toes curled and his body convulsed, his muscles clenching tightly as his walls tightened around Bubba's cock . Bubba soon followed, groaning Kickin's name as he pulsed deep within him, filling him to the brim. With each thrust, Bubba felt Kickin's stomach expand, his arm still wrapped securely around his mate's waist. That triggered a primal urge stirred within the elephant, thoughts of breeding and claiming flooded his mind, accompanied by the vivid image of Kickin brimming with his seed. Still buried within Kickin, Bubba's cock easily got hard again. Kickin, panting and sprawled out on the wooden floor, remained unaware until Bubba began to move once more.

Kickin : "W-Woah shit! B-Bubba!"

Kickin buried his face against the floor, moaning uncontrollably as his sensitive cunt got wrecked once more, waves of pleasure crashing over him like a train. Bubba pressed himself flush against his smaller mate, biting down hard on Kickin's feathered neck, tasting the arousal-infused Ylang-Ylang that drove him wild. The elephant's thrusts quickened, desperately humping into his mate as the heat pooling in him build, chasing his second climax. Bubba bit down harder, drawing blood and plucking a few feathers as his orgasm intensely surged through him, trumpeting through his trunk and filling Kickin even more. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Kickin barely registered the pain of the bite, his own climax wrecking his body and senses once he felt Bubba fill him, the fullness both overwhelming, but he craved it. Kickin panted heavily, his body going limp against the floor, supported only by Bubba's arms and bite. Bubba released his teeth, licking away the blood and pulling out to lay Kickin fully on the floor. The sight of his mate, completely spent and barely conscious, body trembling and stomach tight and round with Bubba's seed, was striking. Bubba gently scooped Kickin into his arms, both of them a sweaty, sticky mess, Bubba's mad facade completely fading away by now feeling a wave of concern for his mate.

Bubba : "Kickin? You okay? Did I hurt you?"

Kickin waved his concern away, still not able to talk properly, so he just nuzzled happily against Bubba's chest. Letting out sweet, but scratchy and broken chicken chirps.

Bubba : "Alright.. I love you, Kickin. So much.." 

Kickin : "L-Love.. you too.." 

Kickin smiled weakly at his mate, his voice barely above a whisper with his voice strained and weak. Bubba got up from the floor with wobbly legs, holding Kickin tightly against him and planting sweet gentle kisses on Kickin's sweaty, messed up feathers. 

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Dogday's eyes slowly opened, the bright sunlight creeping Catnap's room and hurting his tired eyes. He shielded his face with his arm, groaning as if he had just completed a marathon the night before, his body was uncharacteristically heavy and exhausted. The last thing he recalled last night was kissing Catnap, and then poof everything went blank—except for a rather intense dream.

Wait, Catnap..

Dogday shifted his arm, his eyes adjusting to the bright light of the room before settling on the sleeping critter nestled on his chest. A smile appeared on Dogday's face as he watched the gentle rise and fall of the cat’s back with each breath, Catnap's tail wrapped around Dogday's leg, his ear twitching in response to the breaths that brushed against it. He cherished these moments of watching the cat sleep so soundly, especially given how frequently the poor thing had nightmares. Dogday ran his paw along Catnap's back, feeling the cat's hackles twitch at the gentle touch. Chuckling to himself, he placed his paw on Catnap's head, giving him soft scratches behind the ears. A soothing purr filled the quiet room, accompanied by the soft thumping of blankets as Dogday's tail wagged beneath them. Dogday attempted to sit up; typically, he would nudge Catnap aside, allowing him to sleep in while he prepared breakfast. However, an unsettling sensation, something cold and damp, sent a shiver down Dogday's spine. Cringing at the feeling, he rolled Catnap to the side to see the damage and was met with quite a significant mess.

Dogday : "Ugh.. wait did we?" 

Dogday pondered for a moment before it clicked, the kink talk.

Dogday : "Oh wow.. seems like you had fun, huh?"

Dogday chuckled, ruffling Catnap's already messed up sweaty fur.

Catnap : "Mmmm.. I sure did.."

Dogday jumped, not used to hearing the cat's voice. He turned to the smaller critter, chuckling then smoothing out the purple fur on his cheeks that stood up and flat from drool and sweat. 

Dogday : "Jeez, you scared me! Sooooo, how did it gooo? I mean, looks like it was worth it, your blankets AND us need a bath." 

Catnap : "I'll be fine I can clean mys-" 

Dogday : "Don't you even think about it, you need a shower, stinky."

Catnap chuckled and rolled his eyes, he sat up in the bed so he could sign properly, his voice was already weak and last night made it 10 times worse. 

Catnap : "Fine, fine.. But yes, last night was magical." 

Dogday : "Well that's great to hear!" 

Dogday grinned, bringing Catnap into a sweet quick kiss, Catnap hummed returning the kiss sleepily then rubbing his cheek affectionately against Dogday's face.

Catnap : "Oh, Dogday, I wanted to ask. Did you dream?"

Dogday : "Last night?" 

Catnap nodded, Dogday took a minute to think, a deep blush quickly formed on the dog's cheeks once the dream came to mind. 

Dogday : "O-Oh um.. yea, I did."

Catnap : "May I hear about it, my sun? The way you acted last night while I made you feel good.. The sounds you made.. I wanna know every detail." 

Catnap slid closer to Dogday, placing a hand on his mate's thigh after signing his words. Dogday's blush got even deeper, he let out a nervous chuckle, but even if he was nervous his tail wagged violently remembering that dream. 

Dogday : "Fine, Catnap. Just don't make fun of me." 

Catnap : "I would never, my love."

Dogday took a deep breath as he prepped himself to spill his guts, this dream was really no where near as gentle as anything they have done, just Dogday's pure fantasy and Catnap was way too excited to hear it.

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It was a hot, sunny day in Critter Valley, and all the critters in the neighborhood were tucked away in their homes, trying to escape the heat and unwind—except for two: Kickin and Hoppy. These two loved sunny days like this, especially when they could spend time together having fun and competing against each other in various games. Hoppy was able to expend all her pent-up energy, while Kickin practiced his sports skills and enjoyed the company of his girlfriend without any interruptions; it was simply perfect. Kickin and Hoppy found themselves in an open field near their homes, surrounded by trees and ample space for their daily activities. Today's challenge? To outplay each other in any game they could come up with until one of them finally cried "uncle."

Kickin : "Hey! Don't pluck my feathers, you cheater!" 

Hoppy : "Then stop pulling my tail!" 

At the moment, the two were locked in a fierce wrestling match. Hoppy's strength was overwhelming for Kickin, but he refused to surrender or be labeled a weakling. Kickin had Hoppy in a tight grip, grappling with her back and unintentionally grabbing her tail, which made Hoppy retaliate by plucking a few feathers from his side. Seizing the opportunity, Hoppy managed to wedge her feet between their bodies and kicked off from him with force, breaking them apart. Kickin stumbled to the ground, quickly trying to regain his footing, but Hoppy leaped into the air, landing behind him before he could react and ensnared him in a chokehold. Kickin groaned, struggling to free himself from the rabbit's grip around his neck, while Hoppy laughed and threw them both down to the ground. She wrapped her legs around his body to secure the hold, anticipating a quick tap out. Kickin thrashed beneath her, his airway constricted and making it difficult to breathe, but he wasn't ready to give up. Kickin decided to be a bit of an asshole and play dead, dramatically choking and then suddenly going limp. Hoppy's eyes widened in alarm, and she immediately released him from the hold, moving out from underneath him, his body going completely limp. She shook Kickin vigorously, trying to wake him, her ears drooping back in concern.

Hoppy : "Kickin?! Babe, come on! Wake up! I didn't think I was squeezing that hard, I'm sorry!" 

Before she had a chance to respond, Kickin pulled her down, causing her to scream. He rolled her over and held her against the grass, a smug grin spreading across his face. Once she understood what had just occurred, she shot him a furious glare. She attempted to escape his hold, but their position made it difficult for her to get her feet underneath him to kick him away.

Hoppy : "You are such a dickhead!! I thought I hurt you!" 

Kickin : "Aw, come on, babe! Don't act like you haven't done that before!" 

Hoppy tossed her head back and let out a frustrated groan. Kickin burst into laughter, sitting up and releasing her arms. In response, Hoppy angrily shoved him away. As he tumbled backward, Kickin bumped his head on the ground, groaning as he sat up, rubbing his head and fluffing up his feathers.

Kickin : "Hoppy! Don't be like that!" 

Hoppy remained silent as she sprang to her feet, crossing her arms and turning to leave. Kickin let out a heavy sigh, rising to follow his girlfriend. He reached out and lightly touched her shoulder, but Hoppy jerked away, brushing his hand off. Kickin winced, a wave of anxiety and regret flooding over him. He hated making Hoppy upset, he loved her so much and the idea of anyone making her upset pissed him off, so if HE caused it? Yea, it broke him. 

Kickin : "Baby, I'm sorry, come on! Let's talk okay? Don't give me the silent tr-WOAH FUCK!" 

Kickin got cut off by the world whirling around him, Hoppy seized his arm, yanked him around, and sent him sprawling to the ground before leaping onto the chicken and pinning him down. Kickin came to with his face pressed into the grass, Hoppy bursting into laughter. She leaned in closer to him and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Kickin : "..I can believe I fell for that." 

Hoppy : "Hah! Serves you right! We aint done here!" 

Hoppy grabbed Kickin by slipping her arms under his, yanking him back and causing his back to bend uncomfortably. Kickin winced, struggling beneath her and nearly tapping out. He noticed her paw on his arm and turned his head to peck it, causing Hoppy to yelp in pain and retract her hand. Laughing, Kickin jumped to his feet and ran away, giving Hoppy the finger as he sprinted towards the hill. Hoppy gasped dramatically before taking off in pursuit of him. However, Kickin was no match for Hoppy's speed, she quickly tackled him, leading them to tumble down a grassy hill. They both reached the bottom, still laughing and wrestling, all be a bit lackluster now. Eventually, Kickin found himself on top of Hoppy, both panting out of breath from their fights. He held her arms beside her head, but this time, Hoppy didn’t resist. She gazed into his eyes, both of them grinning widely. Without needing words, they leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss, adrenaline coursing through them as their previous desire to compete transformed into a profound need for each other. Kickin maintained his grip on her arms as Hoppy wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing his hips closer earning a pleased groan from the chicken. This kind of situation was common for them; they'd play and bicker until their adrenaline surged, then release it in the heat of the moment wherever they pleased, no giving a fuck about who might be watching.

Kickin pressed his hips against Hoppy, making the rabbit critter shutter and moan. Seizing the moment, he deepened their kiss, sliding his tongue in tasting a hint of her sweet mint. Hoppy's legs wrapped tighter around him, her body grinding against his until she felt his cock make an appearance. Kickin gripped her arms tightly, waves of pleasure coursing through him as her wet cunt rubbed against him perfectly. Breaking the kiss, he moved to her neck, roughly licking and sucking her scent spot sloppily, taking in her mint flavor greedily, sending sweet jolts of hot pleasure to her core. Hoppy arched her back, waves of pleasure crashing through her with each grind and suck from Kickin. His cock slid perfectly between her folds, hitting her clit with each roll of Kickin's hips. Hoppy bit her lip hard, this was to slow for her, she needed him inside her, she didn't want to wait anymore.

Hoppy : "K-Kickin! Put it in!" 

Kickin moved from her neck, breathing heavily. He nodded before positioning himself and gliding in smoothly in one thrust. Hoppy's toes curled as she got filled by his cock, a soft moan escaping her lips. She arched her back, relishing the sweet, heated pleasure that spread through her body. Kickin shivered at the sensation of tight, wet warmth enveloping him, leting out a shaky sigh mixed with a few small chicken coos. Without hesitation, before Hoppy could playfully make fun of his coos, he began to drive into Hoppy with quick, rough thrusts, just the way she liked it. Hoppy's eyes fluttered closed as waves of electric pleasure coursed through her, moaning with each thrust as Kickin relentlessly hit her g-spot. He groaned loudly, throwing his head back at the feeling of Hoppy tightening around him. Hoppy's feet dug into Kickin's back, urging him to go faster, or deeper, anything. Kickin was going too slow for her, his hips stuttering, already out of breath, she needed more. 

Hoppy : "F-Faster! Hah! Faster! Please!!" 

Kickin : "I-Im tryin, babe! F-fuck!" 

Kickin was already pushing himself to his limits, his body tired from a day filled with play and fighting, lacking the same stamina as his mate. He lowered his head, concentrating on his thrusts, trying desperately to increase his speed; his breaths came in ragged gasps, but it still wasn't enough for Hoppy. She abruptly pulled her hands from Kickin's grip, causing him to halt his movements, but without pulling out, he kept her legs around him. Hoppy then braced her arms behind her and pushed forward, pushing Kickin over so he was back against the grass. Now on top, she placed her hands on Kickin's chest, bracing her feet in the grass. Hoppy began to bounce recklessly, waves of pleasure washing over both of them immediately. Kickin threw his head back and let out a loud strained moan, reaching out to grab Hoppy by her hips, thrusting upward in an attempt to match her rhythm. Hoppy picked up the pace, moaning passionately without concern for anyone who might hear; in that moment, it felt like the world existed solely for them. Kickin dug his feathered fingers into Hoppy's hips, a familiar, intense heat surging through him as he neared climax, and he could sense that Hoppy was close too, her moans growing louder and more breathy.

Kickin : "Fuck! A-Ahh! Hoppy! C-Cumming!" 

Hoppy : "Ahhn! Haah! Kickin!" 

Hoppy's rhythmic bounces suddenly stopped as a powerful climax surged through her, her body convulsing and trembling intensely as she clenched around Kickin. He reached his peak just as she did, his hips lifting off the ground as waves of ecstasy crashed over him, filling her insides. In the aftermath, they collapsed against each other, chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. Hoppy rested her head on Kickin's chest, her body slowly relaxing. Kickin held the rabbit critter close, his hands gently stroking her back, both blissed out and completely unconcerned that they were still in public.

Kickin : "Damn, babe.. that was fuckin rad.." 

Hoppy : "It sure was.." 

Hoppy giggled, snuggling into Kickin's fluffy chest, her puffball tail wagging with joy. Little did they know, a critter at the top of the hill had witnessed the end their rendezvous and was now scurrying away in embarrassment.

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Maggie : "So, you sure about this, Baba?"

Baba : "Very sure."

Maggie : "Alroight, babe! Gotta say seeing you like this is pretty fuckin hot." 

Maggie beamed as she ran her claws along Baba's thigh. The small sheep critter lay against their bed, her arms bound with ropes hanging from the bed frame and her legs similarly secured at the foot of the bed, leaving Baba with no room to maneuver. Maggie positioned herself in front of her girlfriend, the sheep's fuzzy legs draped over Maggie's smooth thighs, further stretching Baba against the taut ropes that strained her muscles. The sensation of being restrained was already turning Baba on, and being so exposed and at the mercy of her shark girlfriend made her feel like a piece of meat to the shark critter—or in Maggie's eyes, a piece of candy.

Maggie : "Safe word?"

Baba : "Uhhh.. Chocolate?" 

Maggie. : "Rippa!" 

Both critters exchanged playful grins before Maggie leaned in for a passionate kiss, Baba rolling her eyes at Maggie's Aussie slang. Baba hummed into the kiss, already feeling frustrated that she couldn't touch her girlfriend, but this was her idea so you reap what you sow. Despite being at the mercy of the large shark, she felt safer with Maggie than with any other critter, and even while tied up like prey in a trap, she had never felt more secure than in the shark's clawed grip. Speaking of those claws, the sensation against her wool was addicting. Baba often struggled to feel touches due to her wool, but Maggie's sharp, long claws managed to reach her skin beneath the layer of wool. She cherished the gentle scratches Maggie would give her on her head while cuddling, as well as the intense, deep stabs of her claws when they fucked, the touch starved sheep cherished every feeling. This night, Baba wanted to feel everything she could; she had asked Maggie to tie her up and ensure she couldn't resist then make her cry and scream, in a good way—though they had agreed on a safe word, Baba hoped it wouldn’t be necessary. Maggie eagerly complied, knowing Baba’s preferences, and brought an array of overstimulating and painful items to drive the sheep wild and make her cum as much as possible. Baba only enjoyed being overwhelmed during sex; outside of that, it left her feeling miserable. However, Maggie had taught her how to find pleasure in it, unlocking a new kink within the sheep.

Maggie wasted no time as she ran her clawed hands up Baba's thighs, digging into the wool until she reached her skin. Baba hummed happily into the kiss, the sweet touches sending goosebumps across her body. One of Maggie's hands traveled up Baba's chest, her fingers threading through the thick wool before suddenly digging her claws into Baba's skin and dragging them harshly back down to her stomach. Baba groaned as the unexpected sting of pain made her arch her back and strain against the ropes, the scratch covered by her wool burned and radiated with a light, pulsing pain that quickly sent a different burn to her core. Breaking the kiss, Maggie flashed a sharp-toothed grin, Baba smiled back at her mate, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. Leaning in, Maggie planted kisses on Baba's hot red cheeks, adding small love bites to the tender flesh. The shark's hand that wasn't clawing at Baba's chest trailed down her inner thigh, scraping her nails roughly, causing Baba's thighs to jolt and tremble from the burning sting. Maggie eagerly kissed down Baba's neck, anticipating her favorite flavor—licorice. Without warning, she bit into the side of Baba's neck like a shark taking a chunk out of its meal, causing Baba to strain against the ropes and let out a sudden bleat-like scream as the sharp pain radiated from her neck and shoulder, quickly transforming into a deep, pleasurable heat. Maggie kept her teeth sunk into Baba's flesh, the sweet, spicy taste of licorice mingling with the metallic tang of the sheep's blood into something oddly addictive, fueling her primal shark instincts for blood. She listened for their safe word before proceeding, only hearing short, shuddering breaths from her mate as the sheep critter trembled; once she sensed Baba was okay, she released her grip and licked the blood flowing from the wound she had left, hungrily savoring the blood laced licorice flavor as she sucked at her scent spot. The shark then shifted her hand from Baba's thigh to her cunt, sliding her fingers between her folds and landing on her clit, pressing and rubbing roughly against Baba the sensitive bud, sending waves of overwhelming electricity through the sheep's body. Baba gritted her teeth, her legs attempting to move in response to the intense sensations but unable to do so.

Maggie : "You're so wet already, Baba! You look so cute trembling like this~" 

Baba : "Sh-Shut up.. huff.. I'm n-not cute.." 

Maggie : "You're lucky I don't wanna put a gag in that sweet little mouth of yours, couldn't hear you that way." 

Baba : "Yeah Yea- AAH!"

Baba tossed her head back, crying out as Maggie's teeth sank sharply into the sheep's shoulder again, sending a brutal wave of pain and intense pleasure coursing through her. Maggie slid two fingers deep inside Baba at the same time, thrusting them violently as deep as she could. Baba's body convulsed against the ropes, her hips attempting to match the rhythm of Maggie's fingers, trembling violently from the surge of sensations overwhelming her body and mind. Maggie showed no mercy, biting deeper and pushing her fingers farther, quickly finding Baba's G-spot and rubbing it relentlessly with her thrusting fingers. Baba cried out, the harsh blend of pain and pleasure quickly making the coil in her gut ready to break. Recognizing the sounds Baba made when she was close, Maggie chuckled lowly, almost wickedly, turning up the speed and jackhammering her thick fingers in Baba's tight warmth. She felt Baba clench around her fingers, Baba's moans turning into hard breaths and pants until her eyes squeezed shut and her body shook roughly as her orgasm wrecked her body. Maggie maintained the pace through Baba's aftershocks, sending painfully electric jolts through her body as her oversensitive area continued to get abused. The feeling was too much, the painful shocks starting to mix with pleasure as Maggie persisted in hitting her G-spot. Baba's moans escaped in short, weak breaths, her body tensing and trembling once more. Suddenly, Baba let out another loud moan, clenching around Maggie again as another orgasm was forced from her. Baba went limp against the ropes and Maggie's body, panting hard with tears forming in the corners of her eyes, but no safeword was uttered. Maggie released her jaw from Baba's shoulder, gently withdrawing her fingers and carefully licking the blood from the wound she had made before licking her slick fingers. The shark then rested her hands on Baba's thighs, rubbing them soothingly. Baba closed her eyes, taking a moment to recover and enjoy the tender gestures from her mate. 

Maggie : "You're doing so good, babe.. You alroight?" 

Baba : "Y-Yea.. fuck..I w anna k-keep going.." 

Maggie : "You sure?" 

Baba : "Yea.. Use what you g-got there, I'm ready." 

Maggie : "Alright, babe, you know the safe word." 

Maggie planted a quick kiss on Baba's nose, making Baba let out a small, soft giggle and shifting the atmosphere from tense to love. However, the mood swiftly altered when Maggie revealed one of Baba's favorite things, aside from her mate—a knife. Specifically, Baba's personal knife, a peculiar comfort item that she had kept for ages. Baba swallowed, not in fear, but in excitement. She had always been curious about knife play, and who better to explore it with than her incredible girlfriend using one of her favorite items? Maggie moved closer to Baba, pressing her hips against her and grinding slowly together. Baba let out a moan, a gentle smile spreading across her flushed face; she instinctively attempted to wrap her legs around her mate but cursed softly under her breath as she remembered the ropes binding her. With a grin, Maggie continued to grind, coaxing her cock out, which now rubbed directly against Baba's still painfully sensitive clit.

Baba : "F-Fuck... haahh.." 

Maggie : "I cant get over those beautiful sounds you make, babe.."

Maggie released a low moan, slowly grinding her cock against Baba's soaked slit. The shark then emitted a deep, growling chuckle that sent a shiver up Baba's spine. Maggie held the knife to the smaller critter's cheek, drawing the dull side of the blade across it. Baba's eyes widened at the sudden coolness of the metal against her burning hot cheeks. She glanced at the blade from the corner of her eye, biting her lip hard in anticipation. Maggie looked at Baba, seeking permission, and once Baba nodded, Maggie turned the blade, slowly dragging the sharp edge across the sheep's cheek. Baba gritted her teeth, hissing at the sting, not enough to cut deeply, but enough to leave a mark. Maggie grinned at Baba, watching her expression shift from pain to pleasure as she continued to grind against her mate, increasing the speed. She held the knife to the other cheek, applying more pressure as she drew the blade across the tender skin, blood instantly forming in droplets along the cut. Baba flinched at the pain, letting out a loud groan that turned into a soft moan as the sensations blended beautifully. Maggie then removed the knife, lightly tracing it down to the sheep's chest and stomach. Maggie pressed the knife firmly into her stomach while simultaneously thrusting her cock roughly into Baba, the knife pressing hard enough to hurt but not do real harm.

Baba cried out, agony and ecstasy surging through her body in equal measure, her limbs straining against the ropes as her body convulsed involuntarily. She began to tremble again, quickly overwhelmed by the intense mix of sensations. Maggie withdrew the knife from Baba's skin, driving into her partner with urgent, powerful thrusts. The shark let out loud moans, muttering Baba's name and sweet words. Baba moaned with each forceful slam against her hips, her mind blank except for the overwhelming feelings coursing through her as her body throbbed with pain while pure ecstasy pooled in her gut, Maggie had never seen her so utterly fucked out before. Maggie trailed the knife down to Baba's thigh, pressing it deeply into her flesh while simultaneously thrusting against Baba's G-spot, eliciting another bleat like scream from her mate. Baba's voice was raw and strained, tears streamed down her cheeks, burning the cuts left on her skin. Hopefully the other critters can't hear them, they would think Baba was getting killed with how loud she was. She pulled the knife out, bringing it to her mouth and licking the blood off the blade while staring into Baba's tear filled eyes. Baba's moans shifted to quick, sharp and worn out pants, her body clenching around Maggie's cock as she neared her third climax. Maggie's cock throbbed inside her, the shark's moans growing louder and more breathless feeling Baba's body clench around her, squeezing her cock tightly almost sending her over the edge right there.

Maggie : "F-Fuck! Babe.. close..!" 

Baba : "Haaaahh! Aahhnn! C-Cumming..! MAGGIE!!" 

Baba's body writhed and shook as her climax crashed over her, her limbs pulling so tightly against the ropes that the bed frame creaked under the strain. Her body clenched and pulsed around Maggie's cock, drawing Maggie to her own peak. Maggie's claws sank into Baba's hips, breaking the skin as she thrust deeply, emptying herself into her mate and coating her insides. Baba collapsed against the bed, breathing heavily, her eyes glazed over and her body and mind completely spent. Maggie, also panting, leaned down to plant tender kisses on Baba's face and injured neck as she came down from her high.

Baba : "h-hah... hah... ch..ch-chocolate.. huff.." 

Maggie : "Ive got you, babe." 

Maggie planted a gentle kiss on Baba's nose before shifting her attention to untying Baba's limbs from the bed. As Baba's arms and legs fell heavily against the mattress, she released a deep sigh of relief, her body finally able to relax. Instantly, Maggie shifted into caregiver mode, inspecting the wounds she had left on Baba's body, gently rubbing the rope burn on her limbs and examining the bite marks. Thankfully, they all appeared to be minor and would heal quickly. Maggie soothingly caressed Baba's chest, Baba smiled weakly at the larger shark critter, her face full of exhaustion. 

Maggie : "You did so good, did you like it like you thought?" 

Baba : "Definitely.. N-Not every day, b-but it was amazing.. You did g-great too.. I love you.." 

Maggie : "I love you too, Baba! Alright, come here, let's get you fixed up. You need a bath and some lovin." 

Baba : "Mm.. as long as I can take a nap in the bath.." 

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Simon Smoke never considered himself the kind of guy to develop a crush; he viewed himself as the type who would hook up and "have bitches," as he put it, until he encountered a sweet, shy unicorn critter named CraftyCorn. Initially, he dismissed the Smiling Critters as a bunch of phonies, superficial critters focused solely on being happy-go-lucky, which he found repulsive and annoying. He felt the same way about Crafty at that time, yet he couldn’t shake the butterflies in his stomach whenever he saw her. Each time their eyes met, she looked stunning, with the sun glinting off her horn, her long silky mane flowing, and her big doe-like eyes captivating him, but he immediately pushed those feelings aside. In an effort to disguise his emotions, he resorted to teasing her with snarky comments about her shyness, mocking her art, and bothering her friends, knowing she couldn't defend them. He was downright cruel to her, and instead of being vulnerable, he chose to act like a total jerk. Crafty, understandably, couldn't stand him and went out of her way to ignore him and avoid being near the dragon. However, Simon found himself unexpectedly saddened by her dismissal, feeling a pang of regret each time he bullied her. This led him to seek her out, much to Crafty's annoyance. The other Smiling Critters formed a protective barrier around Crafty, preventing Simon from approaching her and often engaging him in heated arguments, usually instigated by Hoppy and Kickin. At one point, he almost got into a fistfight with Hoppy, but he managed to back down by claiming, "He doesn't hit chicks."

Recently, Simon found himself missing the unicorn more than ever. He longed to gaze into her beautiful eyes, to appreciate the art she created, which he secretly adored. If he ever hoped to see her again, he needed to set aside his pride. He would have to wait until she was alone and risk the possibility of having his feelings crushed and trampled upon—something he really deserved. Not long ago, Rabie Baby confronted the dragon, teasing him about how she knew he loved Crafty from all the eavesdropping she’d done, mocking him for denying it. His pride wouldn’t allow him to acknowledge that he could love someone like Crafty—a timid small girl who couldn’t hurt a fly, a delicate, gentle critter... a critter that deep down he wanted to protect and cherish. It dawned on him that he wanted to be her protector, yet suppressing those feelings only had the opposite effect. He envisioned himself as her knight in shining armor, while she was the sweet princess trapped in her tower; instead, he had become the dragon that scared and trapped her. This realization stung deeply; he had never felt such guilt before, and he loathed it. He despised the ache in his heart and the fact that the only way to remedy this situation was to apologize—something he's never done truthfully in his life.

Today, however, he decided to take the plunge. He was flying towards Crafty's tower, his mind racing and emotions bubbling up in his throat, making him feel like he might be sick. He was truly about to do this—apologize and confess to a critter he had been bullying and belittling since they first met! What Simon didn't realize was that Crafty had fallen for him the moment they met. Love at first sight is common among critters, and when she saw him, her heart did somersaults; she thought he was incredibly handsome, strong, and someone who would make a great, caring, and protective mate. But then Simon opened his mouth, and his rude attitude shattered that vision for Crafty. Nonetheless, her feelings remained, and each time he bullied her, it left a fresh wound on her heart. As Simon approached Crafty's castle tower, he hovered in the air, nervously picking at the scales on his skin. He glanced at her open window from a distance and saw her alone in her room, painting a beautiful picture of the nature outside her other window. Taking a deep breath, he flew closer to her window, resting his arms against it while still hovering outside. Crafty was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice him. He watched her in silence, captivated by the focused expression on her face and the way her long tail swished contentedly against the floor. Man, she was so cute..

Simon : "Hey there, princess." 

Crafty let out a squeal, leaping in her seat and dropping her paintbrush, but fortunately she didn’t ruin her artwork. She turned to the dragon in the window, her ears flattening back and a scowl forming on her face. However, her cheeks betrayed her, flushing a soft pink at the name he called her. She would never confess it, but deep down, she loved it.

Crafty : "S-Simon? What are you doing here..? Please dont call me that.." 

Simon : "Aw, come on I thought it was cute. I'm just here to talk, don't put your hackles up."

Simon invited himself in her room, flying through her window then resting against the cool stone walls of her room. Crafty fiddled with her hooves nervously, being alone with Simon made her anxious and a perfect target, but his face was different right now. It was.. conflicted. 

Crafty : "Okay just..m-make it quick I'm trying to paint.."

Simon : "Okay, here's the deal. I'm sorry." 

Crafty's ears perked up, her eyes widened in surprise and unbelief. Did she hear him wrong? Did he really just apologize? To HER? 

Crafty : "..I.. w-what?" 

Simon : "Don't make me.. ugh fine, I'm sorry, okay? For being such a dickhead to you. I did some thinking and my feelings about you fucked my mind up, so I hid it with being an ass.." 

Crafty : "You.. wow Simon..th-thank you."

Crafty gave him a soft smile, still not putting her guard down just incase this is another prank, but she would play along. It clicked what he just said though, he had feelings?

Crafty : "Wait.. what feelings..?"

Simon's ears perked up and his tail straighten tensing his body, fuck he didn't realize that slipped out. His cheeks burned, small puffs of smoke escaping his nose, his clear sign that he's embarrassed. Crafty knew that sign, realizing he's actually being genuine.

Simon : "I.. fuck I don't.. DAMMIT! I like you Crafty, okay?!"

Crafty flinched at the shout, her face turning a deep shade of red. She found herself speechless, her mind overwhelmed and unable to process the scene before her as she stared blankly at Simon, her mouth hanging open. Simon's ears flattened against his head, anxiety and anger flooding his body. He interpreted the silence as rejection, reading disgust and confusion in her expression. Crafty was indeed confused, but not disgusted; she felt a thrill mixed with shock and a lingering fear that it might all be a joke. Simon's tail lashed behind him, and his face grew even redder with embarrassment. He began tapping his foot nervously before throwing his hands up in frustration, giving up and turning to leave through her window.

Simon : "Fuck! This was a mistake.."

Crafty : "..No, wait..!"

Crafty leaped from her chair, propelling herself towards the dragon and grabbing his hand. They locked eyes, both blushing deeply and feeling nervous. Holding hands sent butterflies fluttering in their stomachs; Simon noticed how soft her short white fur felt and how tiny her hoof was in his grip, while Crafty experienced a wave of comfort from the way Simon's large hand enveloped her small hoof. They gazed into each other's eyes, and with Crafty unsure of what to say, she nervously pulled the dragon away from the window. Simon felt a surge of relief at her action—she truly wanted him to stay. Simon had to be a man and explain his feelings, he couldn't just leave Crafty to get anxious, not anymore.

Simon : "Crafty.. I've liked you since I met you, but I didn't want to admit it so I bullied you. I regret it big time.. being away from you really fucked with my head and made me realize how much of a dick I've been. Can you forgive me?"

Crafty looked at Simon with her lovely crystal blue doe-like eyes, her expression filled with hope and genuine joy that made Simon's heart race. She considered his words, tilting her head away as a deep blush crept onto her cheeks at the thought of his confession. The color intensified as Simon softly placed his large, warm hand on her flushed cheek, gently redirecting her gaze back to him. Crafty swallowed hard, attempting to calm her nerves enough to speak.

Crafty : "I-I.. Simon ive.. I've like y-you too.. until you started to be so mean.."

Simon's ears drooped, his face morphing to disappointment and regret, he tried to move his hand away from Crafty's cheek but she held her hoof against it keeping it there.

Crafty : "But now I understand why.. It's going t-to take a while to forgive you, Simon.. but I think.. I'm willing to give you a chance.. as long as this isnt another p-prank.."

Simon's eyes sparkled with joy, his ears perked up as his tail swayed cheerfully; his wings fluttered excited blowing air against the unicorn, prompting Crafty to let out a soft chuckle.

Simon : "I swear on my life I'm not joking. I want to make up for the time I've fucked up. Treat you how you actually deserve, like the princess you are. I want to be your mate, Crafty.."

Simon nestled closer to Crafty, looming over the smaller unicorn. Crafty gulped, feeling the warmth radiating from his naturally hot body, the rich scent of wood smoke enveloping her senses. Simon emitted a soft, rumbling purr upon realizing she didn't mind the name this time. He trailed a clawed finger beneath her chin, lifting her head to meet his gaze before leaning in for a gentle kiss. Crafty squeaked in surprise but soon melted into the kiss, her body relaxing against the larger dragon's scaly body. Simon's hand glided down her neck, moving along her shoulder down to her hip, sending a shiver down Crafty's spine and draw her closer. He placed his other hand on her opposite hip, holding her in as tightly as possible in his large warm hands. Deepening the kiss, he slid his long tongue over her lips, seeking permission. Nervously, Crafty opened her mouth, allowing the dragon's tongue to explore and taste her. She had never gone this far with anyone before; the sensation was new and strange, especially with the length of Simon's tongue, but it was exhilarating. It felt destined. Simon pulled back from the kiss, gently lifting the unicorn in a bridal carry, causing Crafty to yelp in surprise. She gazed up at the massive creature holding her, feeling an unexpected sense of comfort, as if she knew he would protect her and keep her safe—a stark contrast to how he had treated her before.

Simon : "Come on, princess. Let me show you how I really feel, how you deserve to be treated.."

Simon hovered to Crafty's bed, carefully placing her down before climbing on top of her. Crafty looked up at him with wide eyes, a rush of anxiety washing over her, but beneath that, she felt a surge of excitement. Simon pressed a kiss to her cheek, then trailed his lips along her jaw to her neck, leaving soft, tender kisses accompanied by warm puffs of smoke from his snout that tickled her skin. Gradually, Crafty's anxiety began to fade as she relished the sensation of his kisses and the soothing warmth of the smoke; it felt amazing. The moment was infused with love and comfort, something she had never imagined Simon was even capable of.

Crafty : "S-Simon.. that feels g-good.." 

A shiver ran down Simon's spine as he heard his name spoken in her soft, gentle voice. He let out a low purr, licking along her neck and savoring her scent, the flavor of jasmine coating his mouth. Crafty felt a surge of pleasure coursing through her, biting her lip to stifle any sounds that slipped out. She wrapped her arms around the dragon's back, closing her eyes as Simon continued to lick at her neck. His sharp teeth grazed her scent spot, sending shivers down her spine as he gently bit down, applying just enough pressure to feel good without causing pain. Crafty covered her mouth with one arm, suppressing a soft moan, Simon wished to hear more of those delightful sounds from her, but now's not the time to pressure her. The unicorn squeezed her thighs together, feeling a throbbing heat in her pelvis from his attention. Although she was nervous, she was incredibly excited to receive such sweet affection from someone, especially since she had never had a mate or even a casual fling before. She never expected it to be Simon; she had wanted to be his mate from the moment they met, but his ego had always gotten in the way. Thankfully, now she could see through his stubbornness—she understood his actions, but he couldn't be easily forgiven. He needed to earn it, and right now, he was certainly making a good effort.

Simon : "Princess.. Can I go further?" 

A warm breath of smoke brushed against Crafty's neck, Simon's voice low and filled with desire as he aimed to make his new mate feel cherished. Crafty shivered, cautiously opening her eyes to gaze at the dragon above her, his expression brimming with lust and love he was finally ready to show. Crafty nodded in response, still too shy to speak but eager for the large creature to continue. Simon offered her a tender smile, trailing soft kisses down the unicorn's neck, moving to her gentle chest and soft stomach. Crafty squealed at the kisses, giggling at the ticklish sensation as Simon brushed her sensitive skin. As Simon ventured lower, Crafty's nervousness grew, yet a deep warmth blossomed within her, her body trembling, craving more of his touch. Simon gently grasped Crafty's legs, subtly encouraging her to part them without being forceful. Crafty hesitated but eventually followed his lead, allowing her legs to open and rest on the bed, fully exposing herself. Embarrassment washed over her, and she turned her head away, worried about being so vulnerable and fearing she might not meet her mate's expectations. But that couldn’t have been further from the truth; as soon as Simon beheld her laid bare before him, his heart raced. He found her even more beautiful than ever, willing to be so open with him and already so wet from such little attention. Simon's tail flicked against the bed, a small puff of fire escaping his nostrils as excitement surged through him, his cock beginning to emerge from its sheath.

Simon : "Fuck..You're so beautiful, Crafty.. I always thought you were so damn gorgeous.."

Crafty's face flushed deeper as her anxiety began to dissipate seeing how excited he was. She had never realized Simon had such a talent for charming words, but it was certainly affecting her.

Crafty : "You m-mean that..? I-I've always thought you were really h-handsome.. So strong and manly.." 

Simon's eyes grew wide, his heart fluttered at the compliments, he's never been complimented so genuinely. Crafty really was a sweet critter. Simon grinned broadly before leaning his head between the unicorn's legs, kissing her inner thigh and blowing soft, warm puffs of air to make her thighs twitch. He sucked and nipped at the tender skin, leaving small bruises and love bites up her inner thigh, marking his territory. Crafty let out a soft moan, and Simon hovered over her, his hot breath teasing her as she shuddered.

Simon : "Princess, can I..?" 

Crafty : "P-Please.."

Simon emitted a low, rumbling growl and dove in, his long tongue lapping at Crafty's drenched pussy, taking in her sweet, musky jasmine scent. Crafty arched her back at the sudden wave of pleasure, barely suppressing a moan by covering her mouth and moaning into her arm. Simon hummed against her, his tongue tracing a path from her folds to her sensitive clit, causing Crafty's hips to jerk and her moans to intensify, muffled against her arm. Every movement from Crafty, every pant, moan, twitch, and whine, was driving Simon wild. His cock, now fully emerged from its sheath, was large, thick, and already dripping with precum, throbbing with an urgent need. Simon continued to tease her clit with his tongue, giving it a few gentle sucks before sliding his long tongue inside her, exploring her walls to find her sweet spot. Crafty gasped as his tongue filled her, the sensation strange yet amazing. The delicious pressure and the heat of his wet tongue reaching deep inside her was overwhelming. Suddenly, Crafty saw stars as Simon hit her g-spot, a new wave of pleasure coursing through her body, making her moan uncontrollably. She finally let her arm fall away from her face, allowing Simon to hear every sweet noise she made. His cock throbbed painfully, aching for his mate, desperate to claim her. Simon slowly withdrew his tongue from Crafty, earning a frustrated whine from her, and sat up to meet her gaze.

Simon : "Crafty.. I need you.. Can we..?" 

Simon's breath came in soft gasps, his face a picture of desperate desire. His eyes pleaded silently, and his cock stood tall and hard, throbbing and already dripping precum. Crafty took in the sight of the dragon's cock, her own body aching with excitement and apprehension. It was her first time, and Simon's size was intimidating. She worried that it might hurt.

Crafty : "S-Simon I.. I've never.. I want to.. j-just I'm nervous.."

Simon : "I'll be gentle, princess.. We can stop any time.." 

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Poe : "You are so gorgeous, Baba.." 

Baba : "Shut you're beak." 

Poe : "Im going to make you admit it one day." 

Baba Chops playfully rolled her eyes at the raven in front of her, accepting compliments, even from her mate, was always a challenge. Poe understood this, so they never took her playful jabs and insults to heart—Baba was hard to read and her mask was almost impossible to crack, even in moments of deep intimacy like this one. However, Baba truly appreciated the love and care Poe gave her; if it were any other critter, they would likely receive a hoof to the face. Still, Poe was just happy to be with their mate in this moment regardless, getting to admire their beautiful mate, who was teasingly rubbing her hoof against her slit. While Poe enjoyed the view of Baba, she too had a clear sight of her mate, who sat in front of her, legs spread and their cock held firmly in their feathered hand. Both critters felt a bit self-conscious about their bodies, but these moments of full exposure, as they admired each other, brought them even closer together.

Baba, with a mischievous smirk, decided to quiet the raven's words by teasing them. She spread her thighs wider, exposing herself completely. Slowly, she ran her hoof up and down her slit, slipping between her folds and opening herself up in full view for the raven. She could see Poe's cock twitching in their wing, their strokes subconsciously quickening, lost in their gaze like they were fantasizing about jumping her right there. However, Baba had other plans for the night, although she was a bit anxious that Poe might say no. The only clue Poe had was a box Baba had retrieved from under the bed, which now sat beside her, piquing Poe's curiosity. Poe's gaze shifted between the box and Baba the whole time, their eyes instantly were drawn to their mate though when they heard a soft, bleating moan. Baba was going to town on herself rubbing her clit roughly, her legs trembling and hips rolling against her hoof. Her lip bitten hard by her cute buck teeth, catching Poe in a trance. Poe's cock ached to be inside Baba, the wool around her was slick and drenched with a musky anise scent that Poe craved to have on their tongue. Baba was no better, Poe's musky cinnamon aroma filling her nose, making her body yearn for her mate. The sight of Poe's cock throbbing in their wing, precum coating their feathered hand didnt help. Baba needed to take it in her mouth.

Baba : "Hmm.. Before we go with my plan, let me give you a little treat, you need some attention~" 

Poe : "Huh? O-oh fuck.." 

Baba swiftly moved in front of Poe, pressing her face between their legs before they could react, and took their cock into her mouth, savoring the musky cinnamon taste she craved. Poe closed their eyes tightly and moaned, overwhelmed by the sensation as Baba easily took all of their cock into her mouth. Poe was smaller than average critter, which often left them feeling self-conscious, but to Baba they were perfect. She loved being able to take all of Poe, making the sensitive critter squirm with every touch. Though Poe might have lacked in size, they more than made up for it by being the only one who could make Baba beg for more and know how to press her buttons. Poe knew exactly how to make that sheep scream.

Baba's slowly bobbed her head, taking Poe's cock in and out of her mouth, her tongue swirling around the small length and adding sweet pressure at the tip with each suck. Poe's hips jerked with each bob of the sheep critter's head, soft groans escaping their beak. They looked down at Baba between their legs, meeting her soft gray eyes, god she was just so beautiful. Poe cracked a smiled, gently running their wing up her cheek, cupping it tenderly and admiring their mate as she worked her mouth on them. Baba's blush deepened at the attention, she shut her eyes to avoid the eye contact and picked up her speed, causing Poe's body to jolt. The speed made the raven grip suddenly, pulling on Baba's wool. Baba let out a loud moan around their cock, sending sweet vibrations through them. Poe ground their beak, their hips rolling with each suck, meeting Baba's snout against the feathers on their pelvis, roughly pressing her nose against their body. They were so close until suddenly Baba pulled off with a hard suck and loud pop, making Poe let out an embarrassing squawk, their face flushing a deep red beneath their dark feathers. They shot Baba a small glare, but she let out a cute snort laugh and sat up again. Poe noticed her little puffy tail wagging, a telltale sign of her excitement and that she was up to something.

Baba : "Pff haha! Don't want you finishing too soon, we gotta get to the fun stuff. So.. be honest, okay? If you don't want to just let me know."

Baba grabbed the box beside her and set it in her lap, she opened it up and took out what seemed to just be a toy, but it had some kind of base and harness. 

Poe : "Just a toy? I've used those on you, Baba." 

Baba : "No, bird brain, it's a strap on."

Poe : "Ooooh.. Oh."

Baba's ears pinned back a bit nervously, Poe was more quiet than she expected and it worried her.

Poe : "So.. me?"

Baba : "If your okay with it, y'know? I really think you'll like it, we've never done anything with you on the bottom. Well, like this at least."

Poe thought for a moment, the image of Baba driving into them ran through their head and that turned them on more than they expected. Having Baba be even more dominant than she already is? Poe was a sucker for a rough fucking, especially if Baba was holding the reins.

Poe : "Let's do it, Baba."

Poe smiled widely as Baba bounced on the bed with excitement, setting the box aside to give Poe a quick kiss before returning to her place. Baba eagerly emptied the contents of the box, a huge grin still plastered on her face with her tail still shaking with excitement, it was down right adorable and it was hard for Poe to find things adorable. Among the items, she pulled out a small bottle of lube and a petite toy; Baba unfortunately didn't have fingers to properly prep Poe herself.

Baba : "This should be small enough, just tell me if you need to stop, okay? Hands and knees, Poe~"

Poe swallowed hard and took their position, kneeling on their hands and knees while timidly keeping their tail feathers lowered. Baba let out a soft, gentle laugh and applied lube to the small toy, moving Poe's tail feathers aside and rubbing the toy against the raven's entrance. Poe flinched and tensed up at the sensation, but Baba gently stroked Poe's backside, pressing down on their fluffed feathers to soothe them. Once Poe began to relax, Baba gradually pressed the toy inside. Poe clutched the sheets beneath them, feeling a mix of painful discomfort and an odd fullness that caught them off guard; it was strange, and Poe wasn’t really enjoying it. Sensing Poe's unease, Baba continued to pet their feathers reassuringly trying to relax them.

Poe : "Baba I don't know if I like this.."

Baba : "Just bare with me, okay? I promise it will feel good, you just have to get use to it. You got to relax a bit." 

Poe exhaled a trembling sigh and nodded, forcefully relaxing their body the best they could. Baba inserted the small toy as deeply as possible and began to move slowly in and out. The initial pain had now completely subsided, replaced by an unusual sense of fullness and pressure. Baba reached between Poe's legs and stroked their cock, causing Poe to jump and let out a soft moan. The sensation on their cock intensified the feeling of the toy, transforming the pressure and fullness into something Poe craved. Involuntarily, Poe moved their hips, pressing back against the toy and Baba's hoof. A strained moan escaped their beak as a hot jolt shot up their spine; something good inside them had been touched. Poe was astonished at how good it felt—a new, deep pleasure from such a subtle touch. Though Poe couldn’t see her, Baba wore a huge, almost wicked grin.

Baba : "There we go.." 

Baba's voice had dropped to a lower, more menacing tone filled with a mix of desire and something slightly sadistic. Poe glanced back, catching sight of her wicked grin before that spot was hit again and forced their head down onto the bed. The blows came repeatedly, each one driving the toy into Poe's body with a brutal rhythm, nearly stealing their breath. Poe's moans were stifled by the pillow, their beak clenching the fabric as they were consumed by intense, unfamiliar sensations. The rough strokes on their cock matched the pace of the toy, sending waves of heat coursing through their belly. Speech was impossible; only moans and whimpers escaped their beak, they swore they could hear muffled almost maniacal laughter from their mate. The pleasure suddenly peaked all at once, sending Poe over the edge, their climax hitting hard as they spilled their load onto Baba's hoof leaving the raven panting and trembling. The toy was withdrawn, leaving Poe feeling empty. Looking back, Poe saw Baba licking her hoof clean, igniting a new wave of desire in the raven's core, fuck she knew how to drive them crazy. Baba licked her lips, savoring the musky cinnamon taste on her tongue. The sheep then pulled out the main prize from the box, applying lube generously to the toy and securing the straps around her body. The toy had a built-in grinder that pressed snugly against her cunt, rubbing perfectly over her clit. The clicking of clasps snapped Poe out of their daze. Poe tried to sit up but was pushed back down, headfirst against the bed. Baba pressed flush against Poe's back, the toy rubbing and prodding teasingly at their hole, her hot breath brushing over the side of their face. 

Baba : "Don't you dare move." 

Poe trembled with anticipation and excitement, they loved when Baba in bed and now the sheep critter had the chance to truly dominate. She sure was going to make the most of it. Baba placed the toy against Poe's entrance and gently pushed in just the tip, a burning sensation that was more intense than before hitting the raven unexpectantly. Poe needed more time to adjust to the burning stretch so Baba waited patiently, whispering soothing words and planting soft kisses on Poe's feathered face; she might be mean, but she wasn't a monster. She loved that bird brain. Once Poe signaled they were ready, Baba pushed the toy in further, inch by inch, stretching and filling Poe more than they thought possible, this new sensation of fullness was far better than anything they had experienced before. Finally, Baba pressed the toy all the way in her hips finally pressing flush against Poe's ass, she let out a soft, bleating moan as the grinder rubbed against her.

Baba : "Fuck.. Can I move, Poe?" 

Poe : "Y-Yea.. Just be gentle.." 

Baba reluctantly rolled her hips at a achingly slow pace, withdrawing the toy almost entirely before gently pushing it back in. Each roll of her hips lightly grazed that sweet spot within Poe, replacing any discomfort with a gentle surge of pleasure. As Baba accelerated her movements, each thrust drove the toy deeper into Poe, inching closer to that sensitive spot inside them. Waves of pleasure coursed through the raven, there was no more pain, no awkwardness—only a growing deep pleasure and craving for more.

Poe : "Nnhng.. Baba.. f-faster." 

Baba flashed a big, sly smile and quickened her pace, releasing a low, guttural groan as the grinder pressed against her clit. The sound from Baba sent a shiver straight to Poe's cock—it wasn't just a moan; it was almost a growl, raw and feral. Baba's hips slammed against Poe as her speed grew frantic, each thrust more intense and forceful than the last, finally hitting Poe's sweet spot with precision. Poe's eyes rolled back, their head drooped, and their body pulsed with ecstasy with each powerful movement of Baba's hips. Moans escaped Poe's beak uncontrollably as their mind and body yielded to the sensations. Baba reveled in the sounds Poe made, the way their body writhed and jerked beneath her, their cock already dripping with precum without even being touched. She felt dominant, empowered, usually the one being taken, but now she was in control, indulging her possessive and primal instincts. Alongside these feelings, an irresistible urge to claim and mark surged within her. Baba wrapped her arms around Poe's torso and drove into them forcefully, eliciting a sharp cry and loud moan from Poe, whose limbs gave way, collapsing onto the bed. Baba didn't pause; she feverishly thrust into them, chasing the building heat in her core, determined to make Poe cum harder than ever before.

Baba : "Hah! Fuck! That's f-fucking right! Take it!" 

Poe lay sprawled on the bed, their eyes glazed and their beak slightly ajar, drool pooling on the pillow as unfiltered moans escaped their lips. The sensation was beyond anything they had anticipated, pure ecstasy coursing through their entire being as their sweet spot was relentlessly pounded. They were on the brink, their cock pressed between their feathered body and the blankets beneath them, deliciously stimulated with each forceful thrust, the bed shaking and creaking as their moans mixed with the lewd sounds of their bodies colliding. Baba's moans shifted to rapid breaths, growing higher as she approached her climax. A strange pain, intensified by a wave of scorching pleasure, surged through Poe as Baba sank her teeth into their neck, sending them over the edge. Poe let out a loud, cawing moan as they climaxed, their body tensing and pulsing with orgasm, spilling their seed onto the blanket and coating their dark feathers in white. Baba thrust in one final time before she reached her peak, a bleating moan escaping her lips, her bite deepening and grip tightening as waves of climax coursed through her. The sheep's body became dead weight against Poe after she released her hold on their neck, gently kissing the bite mark before withdrawing the toy and discarding the strap, collapsing back against her mate. Poe remained dazed, only regaining awareness when Baba cuddled up to their side, drawing them into a spooning position and holding them tightly.

Baba : "..Are you okay?"

Poe just nodded, sweet chirps and coos filled the now silent room. Baba nuzzled against Poe's neck, admiring the messed up feathers and bite mark, unmistakably Baba's buck teeth.

Baba : "Love you, bird brain."

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Kickin : "Alright, dude, let's go!"

Icky : "Hell yea!"

Game start! The two boys thought today was perfect for hanging out at Kickin Chicken's place, enjoying video games, junk food, and just having a good time! They chose to play a fighting game together, leaning against Kickin's nest like bed while sitting on the floor, both getting overly invested in who would come out on top. Whenever Kickin and Icky competed, it typically turned into chaos; Kickin would become way to into it and intense, often resulting in a mostly playful scuffle, while Icky would cheat or grumble about losing, blaming his loss on anything that came to mind. Despite their frequent clashes, the two critters didn’t hate each other; they were great friends, though their differing personalities often collided like a car crash, leading to nasty words and arguments.

The game started off pretty casual, with Icky surprisingly not getting upset when he lost and even managing to win a few rounds early on. But then, out of nowhere, Kickin began to win repeatedly, which started to annoy Icky; he was convinced Kickin was cheating in some way. After another defeat, Icky grumbled, and during the next match the frog flicked his tongue out, flying it across Kickin's eyes and temporarily blinding him allowing Icky to secure a win. Kickin swatted Icky's tongue away and shot him a furious glare, which Icky took advantage of to claim yet another victory while Kickin was distracted. Touching his face and grimacing, Kickin realized Icky had left a trail of spit on his feathers.

Kickin : "Dude, what the fuck?! You need to cut that cheating shit! Ugh, you got youre spit on me, that's gross!" 

Icky : "What? I don't know what your talking about! There was a fly!"

Kickin rolled his eyes, doing his best to stay focused on the game. He scored another victory, which only irritated Icky even more. The frog extended his long tongue to lick Kickin's hand, prompting him to throw his feathered hand up in revulsion and pull away. Kickin's feathers puffed in anger, Icky was practically rubbing his beak in it with that annoying ass cheering and obnoxious laugh. Frustrated, Kickin tossed the controller to the floor and punched Icky on the arm. Icky flinched exaggeratedly and let out a whine.

Icky : "Ow! That hurt, you asshole!" 

Kickin : "No shit, you cheater!"

Icky : "What?! I wasn't cheating! I'm naturally good at this game!"

Kickin : "What do you call putting your nasty tongue on my hand then?!"

Icky : "I told you, there was a fly, idiot!"

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A few months have passed since Kickin Chicken completed his transition, finally undergoing top surgery with the unwavering support of his closest friends. Things seemed to be falling into place, but recently, Kickin has been feeling down and uncertain about himself. The scars on his chest were a glaring reminder of his transition, like a label that proclaimed his identity as trans, replacing the subtle ways he had previously concealed his past. Everyone knew now, his friends knew of course, but this world full of critters and mascots wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, some people were really cruel. Lately, Kickin has done everything in his power to hide his chest, as his feathers weren’t growing in quickly enough to mask those scars. He often looked to his friend Catnap as a role model for his own transition. When Catnap arrived in Critter Valley, nobody knew he was trans; his fur concealed any scars, and his voice was perfectly androgynous—at least when he spoke. In contrast, Kickin still bore fresh scars on his chest, his voice cracked incessantly, and when he entered Critter Valley, he identified as a girl. The strength and confidence to embrace his true self came from his friends, who supported him throughout his entire journey, and Kickin was genuinely grateful. Despite their encouragement, he still wrestled with a deep-seated fear of judgment from others and a nagging voice in his head that told him he would never be enough and that he wasn't the man he felt he was inside.

Kickin had been spending more time in his coop following his surgery. Initially, it was just to focus on healing, but even after he recovered, his fears kept him confined. His friends were extremely concerned; every day, they would visit his chicken coop, bringing his favorite treats and trying to persuade him to come outside for some fresh air. Although he mostly remained inside, he wasn't entirely alone. One of his closest friends and secret crush, Bubba Bubbaphant, was there almost constantly. Bubba used his expertise to help Kickin during his recovery, feeding him when Kickin felt too weak or in pain, and helping him with bathing and grooming his feathers. At that moment, Kickin couldn't have adored that elephant more; Bubba's care and affection in everything he did for him were undeniable. Kickin's heart would flutter with each gentle touch and kind word, and he fought against the urge to kiss the big blue critter, but he didn't want to ruin their friendship no matter how much he loved Bubba. He couldn't loose him. 

Knock knock

The sound of Bubba’s heavy hooves knocking against the walls of his coop stirred Kickin from his sleep. He sat up in his straw nest, fully expecting Bubba to let himself in. Sure enough, Bubba walked in, a large bag of supplies slung over his back. A broad grin spread across Bubba’s face upon seeing Kickin, he placed the bag next to the chicken's nest before settling into a chair beside it. Kickin chirped and returned the smile, still feeling drowsy.

Bubba : "Hey, Kickin. How are you today? Any pain?"

Kickin : "Ay, Bubz. A little bit, but not as bad as before, it's healing pretty good." 

Bubba felt a pang of sadness as he heard Kickin's voice. It wasn't just drowsy; it was emotionally drained. The usual spark and bold attitude that Bubba cherished were missing, he was determined to bring back the old Kickin, no matter the cost. As Kickin crossed his arms to hide his scars, he flinched slightly at a twinge of pain from the healing wounds. Bubba's smile faded as he rummaged through his bag, retrieving some painkillers along with one of Kickin's favorite drinks. Small gestures like these truly warmed the chicken's heart.

Bubba : "Here, take these, okay? And um.. I'm not trying to cross a line here, but you know you don't have to hide your scars around me, Kickin." 

Kickin let out a deep sigh and gradually moved his arms, taking the pills and drink from the elephant before cracking open the orange soda to swallow them down. Bubba's smile reappeared, his tail swaying joyfully behind him. Kickin swallowed the pills and gulped down the drink, finishing the can and tossing it into a trash can like a basketball. When it landed perfectly, Kickin grinned and raised his hand for a high-five, which Bubba eagerly returned. It was heartening to see Kickin acting like his usual self, even if just for a moment. However, Bubba noticed that after the high-five, Kickin winced in pain and quickly reverted to his tired demeanor. Bubba wanted to help him; he loved Kickin deeply, and it pained him to see him so down. Understanding Kickin's struggles with his transition was challenging for Bubba, who was as cis as can be and had never experienced such feelings. He just needed to find a way to break through to Kickin and encourage him to share his emotions.

Bubba : "Kickin?"

Kickin : "Yea?"

Bubba : "I need to understand why you are so upset. I figured this would be a monumental step of becoming your true self, but you are just so down. I know you don't like to be so open about your feelings, but I want to help. I don't like seeing you so sad and not yourself. Please, can you talk to me?"

Bubba gently grasped Kickin's hand, his voice tender and filled with compassion. Kickin tightened his grip, his body shaking as he fought back the tears he had been holding in for months; he was tired of keeping them inside. They were on the verge of flowing, and the tough facade he maintained was crumbling. The deep care and concern in the elephant's voice was the final push he needed. 

Kickin : "I.. Damnit..!" 

Tears streamed down Kickin's feathered cheeks, his body trembling as he released his pent-up emotions in ragged sobs. Bubba furrowed his brows in concern, scooping the smaller creature into his arms and pulling him close as Kickin's tears flowed onto Bubba's broad chest. With a gentle motion, Bubba lifted Kickin and positioned him in his lap, resting his head against Kickin’s while using his trunk to tenderly smooth down the chicken's head feathers comfortingly. 

Bubba : "Kickin, I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to make you cry.." 

Kickin attempted to steady himself, his breaths trembling as he fought to suppress his sobs. He used his arm to wipe his face, not caring about the tears, drool, and snot that smeared across his feathers. Bubba winced but kept his reactions in check for the sake of the critter resting in his lap.

Kickin : "Don't be, Bubba.. Fuck, I didn't expect to just.. break like that.."

Bubba : "You've been holding in a lot, Kickin. It isn't healthy.."

Kickin : "Was it that obvious?"

Bubba : "Yes. You haven't been the usual Kickin that I love so much." 

Bubba was unaware of what had gone wrong; his body was tense, yet Kickin remained silent. Underneath his feathers, Kickin was blushing, his heart racing. Bubba tried to tell himself that Kickin either didn't notice what he said or perceived it as friendly, Kickin didn't read too much into it. He was sure Bubba just mean love like his other friends, nothing deeper. Bubba wanted so badly to express his feelings, but now didn't seem to be the right moment. 

Bubba : "Ahem.. I mean.. Your not out having fun, socializing, even competing with Hoppy. I haven't seen a genuine smile from you in months.." 

Tears welled back up in Kickin's eyes, he pressed his face against the bigger critter's neck, the familiar relaxing lemongrass of his best friend filled his senses and calmed his nerves. He wished he could have that scent on him all the time. 

Kickin : "I just.. don't feel right, I guess.. After the surgery I feel like I got a target on my back. I'm who I want to be finally, but now everyone knows. Critters I don't want to know, know. Plus, my brain is telling me I'm not.. it's never going to be good enough. People are always just going to see me as trans, not for me.. not for a guy.." 

Bubba swore his heart cracked from those words. 

Kickin : "I look at Catnap and I hate to say it, but I'm jealous. When he got here he was already transitioned, his fur covered his scars, when he does talk his voice worked.. while mine cracks and gets shrill and girly.." 

Bubba : "Woah, Kickin, I didn't know.. Listen to me okay?" 

Bubba used his trunk to tilt Kickin's head up to look at him, Kickin stared at Bubba with tired, tear filled eyes that just broke the elephant's heart. 

Bubba : "You will always be Kickin to us. You are more than just your identity, you are the best critter I know, I never could ask for a better friend. Your funny, extreamly talented, loving, handsome, and you being trans will never change that. Okay? Being trans is just a chapter in your life, it doesn't change who you are, besides becoming your true self. If other critters have a problem with it, then they aren't worth your time. They don't deserve someone like you in their life."  

Tears poured down Kickin's face once more, he buried his face against Bubba's chest, but his face got lifted back up with the elephant's trunk. 

Bubba : "You can't compare yourself to other critters, Catnap lives a whole different life, Kickin. You have to experience your own journey. I may not know a lot about gender things, but I can tell you with my whole heart that I see you as Kickin, as one of the best critters I know, as you." 

Kickin's heart swelled with an overwhelming love, the words striking him deeply in a way no one else ever had. He genuinely felt as if this critter holding him was his soul mate; no one had ever made him feel this way or spoken to him with such genuine care and adoration. Overcome by his emotions, Kickin's mind went blank. Driven by love, he took hold of Bubba's cheeks with his wings and pulled the elephant into an awkward yet passionate kiss. Bubba's eyes widened in surprise, and his body stiffened momentarily, but just as Kickin was about to pull away and second-guess his decision, Bubba reciprocated the kiss. It was clumsy and messy, with Kickin's tear-soaked feathers pressed against Bubba and the elephant's trunk awkwardly wedged between them. However, the flood of unexpressed love for one another overwhelmed their thoughts. Bubba drew Kickin closer onto his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around the small critter and tilting his head to make the kiss a bit more comfortable. Small chicken chirps escaped Kickin as tears continued to well in his eyes, a mix of emotions washing over him. Bubba eventually pulled away when he felt Kickin's tears land on his cheek, and they both gazed into each other's eyes, bewildered but filled with a mutual love that left both of their cheeks flushed.

Kickin : "I.. holy shit." 

Bubba : "Yea.." 

Kickin : "I'm sorry, Buba, my head was so full of so many emotions and the words you said I just.." 

Bubba : "No, no, Kickin. I.. Ive wanted to do that for so long.." 

Kickin's eyes grew wide as he attempted to respond, but his words caught in his throat. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Bubba truly loved him in that way; he had anticipated an awkward round of apologies and perhaps some uncomfortable distance, but this? Bubba actually loved him back! He should have seen it coming—maybe he did—but his mind convinced him that no one could love a critter like him, especially not the emotional wreck he was at that moment. All Kickin could do was cry; he hated exposing his feelings, but if he had to share them with anyone, it would be Bubba.

Bubba : "I meant what I said too, Kickin. You mean so much to me and finding out you feel the same, I could say so much more.."

Kickin : "..Really? Like what?"

A deeper blush spread on Bubba's blue cheeks, his eyes darted around finding it hard to keep eye contact.

Bubba : "Well, I find you extremely attractive, especially after seeing the man you have become. I've always admired you from afar, Ive always loved your cool and confident attitude and you're eyes always captivated me. I adore everything about you. Plus you.."

Bubba cleared his throat, his blush covered his face to his big ears, Kickin just stared mouth slightly agape. He truly couldn't believe someone though this highly of him.

Bubba : "You are so handsome and um.. so.. sexy.."

Bubba covered his face with his big floppy ears, it embarrassed him to talk like that, didn't help he literally just confessed to his crush of about 2 years. His emotions were pretty haywire. Kickin didn't notice his own tail feathers swaying with excitement, his face burned hot from the blush under his feathers.

Kickin : "Bubba, holy shit.. You mean all that?"

Bubba gave him a nod, still hiding his face. Kickin cracked a genuine smile, the first in a while, he brushed Bubba's ears away to show his face. Once Bubba noticed Kickin's smile, one plastered on his own face. 

Kickin : "Well, since we are spilling our guts right now.. I've liked you since I met you.. I love how smart you are, how you don't take any bullshit from anyone. I love how big and tall you are, being in your arms is just so.. right. I feel so protected with you.. Plus, you're a looker as well, big guy."

Bubba's ears perked, his face couldn't get any redder, but it tried. Kickin placed his feathered hands on Bubba's chest, gently caressing him.

Kickin : "Ive wanted to kiss you for so long.. be held by you.. touch you.."

Kickin's words muttered above a whisper, but elephant's have good hearing. Bubba gulped, before he could reply he was brought into another kiss, he loosely wrapped his arms around the smaller critter's waist, not wanting to overstep, and returned the kiss. Kickin wanted him to grab him though, he wanted Bubba to hold him tight like earlier and never let go.

Kickin : "Come on, Bubz, you can hold me tighter. I'm not gonna break.

Kickin murmured against Bubba's lips, his voice deeper than Bubba had ever heard, sending a thrilling shiver down his spine. The elephant embraced Kickin tightly, wrapping his arms around the smaller chicken as if he would disappear if he let go, earning delighted coos and chirps from Kickin. He broke the kiss, playfully nipping at Bubba's bottom lip with his beak before slipping his tongue into his mouth. Bubba trembled, mostly from nerves but also from the excitement that he couldn't contain and the speed of things, everything was happening so fast. He finally got to taste Kickin, and though it was subtle, the flavor of his Ylang-Ylang was instantly addictive. Kickin felt a similar urge; he wanted so badly to taste Bubba's lemongrass flavor, he needed to go to the source. As Kickin pulled away from the kiss, Bubba, dazed from their makeout session, didn’t realize what was happening until he felt a warm, wet tongue caressing his neck. Bubba bit his lip as Kickin eagerly tasted his lemongrass flavored scent spot. The larger critter's body began to heat up, warmth spreading from his cheeks down to his stomach and pelvis. Bubba felt embarrassed by how much this was turning him on; he had never received such attention from anyone and had only dreamed of someone wanting his body like this. He tried to suppress any sounds, but as soon as Kickin started to suck on the flavored skin, a soft, whiny moan slipped from his lips, sending a rush of heat through Kickin's body. He had always wanted to know how that big blue critter sounded when turned on. Damn, it was hot.

Bubba was becoming uncomfortably aroused, trying to squeeze his legs together to conceal his growing predicament—a challenge with a critter sitting right in his lap. Kickin, on the other hand, didn't have that issue; as he licked, sucked, and nipped at Bubba's now musk-infused lemongrass scent, he felt a growing throb in his pelvis he could hide. However, he couldn't mask his own scent. The smell of arousal now blended with his own scent and began to cloud both critters' minds. Their emotions and thoughts shifted, pushing aside any previous sadness and filling them with urgent need and desire for each other. Bubba tentatively lowered his hooves, pausing for any sign of protest, but Kickin responded with a hum and arched his back as Bubba reached his ass. Bubba took the opportunity to take the soft flesh in his hooves, finally getting a feel of the ass he had always stole glances off when he could.

Bubba : "Ive always loved how soft your feathers are.."

Kickin moved from Bubba's neck, his focus broke when Bubba talked so he decided to catch his breath.

Kickin : "Now you get your fill, big guy." 

Kickin murmured as deeply as he could, feeling Bubba tense beneath him, trying to hold back. A wave of confidence washed over Kickin at this reaction. He attempted to move closer, but Bubba pressed his thighs together, trying to hide himself. Undeterred, Kickin shifted to straddle the larger creature, pressing his full weight down on Bubba's lap. Kickin knew exactly what he was doing; the only way to break through Bubba's nervousness was to take the lead. It was thrilling and validating to be in charge, especially with such a large creature compliant in his hands. It made him feel powerful and manly. Bubba's hooves trembled against Kickin's body as the elephant leaned in to kiss Kickin's cheek, trailing down his neck with increasing caution, almost ghosting over Kickin's feathers as if afraid to touch him. Kickin responded with a few sweet chirps, reassuring Bubba and tilting his head to grant better access to his neck. He wrapped his arms around Bubba's shoulders, sneaking a hand to the elephant's head and pressing him closer, encouraging him. Bubba's kisses began to linger, his confidence growing thanks to Kickin and the musky scent of Ylang-Ylang that filled his senses the closer he got to Kickin's neck. He gave Kickin's scent spot a small, experimental lick. Kickin hummed at the sensation and pressed his hand against Bubba even more, bringing him closer and urging him on. Bubba dragged his tongue up Kickin's neck, covering his jaw in small kisses before returning to his scent spot and lapping at the feather-covered flesh. A stronger taste of Ylang-Ylang hit his tongue, the flavor igniting his senses and sending a deep need coursing through his body for more. Kickin sighed out a soft moan, his feathered fingers digging into Bubba's skin as a faint heat pooled in his gut. He didn't notice something pressing beneath him until a shock of pleasure coursed up his body—something was pressing right against his clit. It seemed Bubba could no longer hide himself; his thighs parted subconsciously, finally freeing his cock. The elephant was too lost in the flavor of his new mate to realize, sucking at Kickin's feather-covered skin, coaxing more of the arousal-laced musk that clouded Bubba's mind even more. Kickin arched his hips, pressing himself down against Bubba's large cock to grind his clit against him, jolts of hot pleasure shocking both the critter's bodies. The sudden hot wave made Bubba tense and bite down against Kickin's neck, a soft moan escaping his throat. Kickin let out a strained moan, pressing himself even harder against Bubba's cock and grinding his hips. The elephant's cock slid perfectly between the chicken's slick folds, hitting his clit with each rut of his hips.

Kickin : "Hah.. fuck.. Bubba.."

Bubba jolted back to reality when he heard Kickin say his name. While a shiver ran down his spine, it was quickly replaced by embarrassment as he realized he was fully hard and pressing against Kickin's body. He shifted away from Kickin's neck, concern mask the desire in his eyes. Their gazes locked, and Bubba noticed that Kickin's beautiful golden eyes were completely dilated, clouded with affection and raw lust for him.

Bubba : "I didnt realize..! I'm sorry, Kickin! I let myself get carried away I-I.."

Kickin : "Bubba.. I want you so fucking bad."

Bubba's eyes widened, his big floppy ears perked at the new, deep and sultry voice from Kickin, sending a deep throb down to his cock.

Bubba : "Y-You sure you want to..? I mean we just became mates.. I want to! I just don't w-want to pressure you.."

Kickin : "Damn right I do." 

Kickin grasped Bubba's face firmly, pressing his beak against Bubba's lips and pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Bubba let out a surprised trumpet from his trunk but eagerly kissed back, letting himself finally let go and pamper his new mate. Unfortunately, the kiss was shorter than Kickin had hoped; Bubba soon pulled away to plant kisses on the chicken's neck, leaning him over to press his lips lower on Kickin's chest. Kickin clung to Bubba's larger frame as best as he could, but the elephant’s strong arms kept him from falling out his lap. Kickin's blissful haze was interrupted when he felt Bubba's lips brush over his scars; his body tensed momentarily, but he let himself melt into the tender gesture. It felt even better than he had anticipated, it didnt feel forgine or wrong like he expected, it was coming from the love of his life. Each kiss on his feathers felt like a spark, they filled his stomach with butterflies and made his heart race. Bubba continued to shower him with kisses, each one filled with affection and adoration for Kickin and his body.

Bubba : "You're so handsome, Kickin.." 

Bubba murmured affectionate words and sweet praise as he pressed his lips to the still-sensitive scars. Kickin couldn't help but beam with a big smile and let out a few delighted chirps and coos; for once, he felt that his scars weren't something to be ashamed of. Bubba truly cherished them, adored his entire being, and embraced his spirit. Kickin felt just the same about Bubba, he truly felt like that Bubba was his soulmate.

Kickin : "Bubba.."

Bubba : "I'm serious, Kickin. Even before you got these scars, you've always been the most handsome and charming critter ive know, inside and out."

Faint happy tears pricked at Kickin's eyes, the chicken pulled himself up making Bubba move away from his chest in the process, pecking a few sweet kisses on Bubba's face.

Kickin : "Take me to my nest, big guy." 

Bubba's face flushed once again as the reality of the situation began to sink in. The teasing and kissing had been manageable, but the thought of actually mating sent a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through him. He fumbled with his movements, feeling overwhelmed, Kickin noticed this and decided to assist his big lug once more. Kickin slipped off Bubba's lap, taking hold of the larger creature's soft hoof with his wings and pulling him out of the chair. Instead of guiding Bubba on top of him, Kickin turned him around and gently pushed him down into his nearby nest, scattering strands of straw everywhere due to Bubba's weight. Bubba lay there, still overwhelmed by his nerves, instinctively squeezing his thighs together to hide his massive hard on. Kickin quickly climbed on top of the elephant, positioning himself between Bubba's legs letting his cock spring free. Though Kickin couldn't physically fuck Bubba, for now at least until he gets a strap on, he could still top and guide his big nervous mate. Having this opportunity really cranked up his confidence, it made him feel even manlier, and something that would make him feel even better? Making Bubba squirm. Kickin pressed his body against Bubba, his large cock rubbing against Kickin's soft feathers, leaving them slick with precum. Kickin began to roll his hips slowly, coaxing soft, whiny moans from the elephant as he did so.

Kickin : "Fuck you're so big, Bubz.. Can't wait to have you inside me.." 

Kickin smirked, he could feel Bubba's cock throb against his feathered stomach, his face scrunched in pleasure as Kickin rubbed himself on his cock. Though Bubba was reveling in the feeling, he couldn't help let his concerned feelings slip.

Bubba : "K-Kickin.. Mmhnn.. I don't want t-to hurt you though.." 

Kickin just chuckled, arching his ass up to hover over Bubba's cock, he took his length in his hand and positioned the cock against his cunt, slowly rubbing the tip against his slick folds, teasingly sliding it in and out and coating his cock with his slick heat. Bubba squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head back and gritting his teeth trying to hold in the loud moans trying to slip out.  

Kickin : "Trust me, Bubz.. F-Fuck.. I've dreamt about taking this monster for so long, I'm ready.." 

Kickin gradually began to ease the enormous cock into himself, a sharp burn spreading through him, but it was a small price to pay. Kickin's brows furrowed, his beak grinding as he concentrated on taking in the elephant's length, determined to take every single inch. Bubba trembled, struggling to keep his body in check to avoid unintentionally harming his mate. He tried to remain still, but the sensation of the intense burning heat and soft, velvety walls enveloping his cock was beyond description. Kickin persisted, reaching a point where Bubba's cock put intense pressure on his g-spot, eliciting a deep, satisfying moan from the chicken. He hadn't anticipated such intense pleasure so soon—the feeling of being completely filled, every sensitive spot hit without fail, even feeling the subtle twitches and pulses of the cock inside him was already intoxicating. With a trembling, deep sigh, Kickin finally took it all in, releasing the breath he had been holding intermittently. Slowly, he began to lift his hips and slide back down. Kickin placed his feathered hands on Bubba's broad chest, steadying himself as he continued his deliberately slow movements, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation of being stretched and filled.

Kickin : "Holy sh-shit.. You good, Bubba..?" 

Bubba could only manage a nod, his shaking hooves resting on Kickin's thighs as sensation overwhelmed him. Kickin was incredibly tight, gripping him and swallowing his cock perfectly with each bounce of his hips As Kickin picked up his pace, the initial painful burn morphed into waves of pleasure that surged through his body, each thrust hitting his g-spot and filled him to the brim. Bubba threw his head back, finally allowing himself to moan and surrender to the sensations. Every time hips met hips sent fierce waves of ecstasy coursing through them, the heat in their cores building faster and faster with each bounce quicker than they both thought. Kickin dug his feathered fingers into Bubba's chest, loud and strained moans escaping his beak without restraint. Bubba though couldn't hold back any longer; he needed to move. He gripped Kickin's thighs and involuntarily thrust his hips roughly against the smaller critter, sending a jolt through Kickin's body and forcing a harsh moan from his beak. Bubba couldn't stop; his hips desperately tried to match Kickin's rhythm, almost knocking the breath out of him. Kickin then noticed a odd pressure within him—with every thrust of Bubba's hips, he saw his stomach bulge. He placed a hand on his stomach to feel, it was the hottest thing he's ever seen. Bubba was too lost in pleasure to notice, thank fuck because if he did he would pull out immediately.

Kickin : "Bubba.. Gonna c-cum.."

Bubba : "M-Me too! Aahhnn.. hah! Do y-you want me to pu-"

Kickin : "Don't you f-fucking dare." 

Kickin leaned forward on the elephant, allowing Bubba to take charge of the thrusts while he reached down, licking the lemongrass-scented skin before biting down as hard as he could. Bubba let out a loud, strained moan and trumpeted through his trunk, his hips quivering as the waves of climax surged through him, filling Kickin's insides and swelling the smaller critter's stomach with each pump. Once Bubba filled him, Kickin's own climax wrecked his body, his walls contracting and drawing in Bubba’s large member, milking him for all hes worth. Both critters then went limp, breathless and panting as they slowly came down from their high.

Kickin : "Holy.. F-Fuck.." 

Bubba : "A-Agreed.." 

Kickin snuggled his face against Bubba's neck, sweat covered feathers messing up even more. Bubba trailed his hooves over the smaller critter's body gently smoothing out the bent feathers, moving down until his hoof landed on Kickin's swollen stomach, his eyes shot open. 

Bubba : "Huh?? Kickin, does that hurt?!" 

Kickin : "Bubz, chill.." 

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Dumbba : "Okaay, so you what did you wanna do?" 

Wimpin : "I um.. I just uh, w-wanted to maybe.. take things a b-bit further in our relationship..? Like um.." 

Wimpin struggled to get her words out, pure nervous energy radiating from the poor chicken. Her girlfriend Dumbba just stared at her patiently waiting with a smile and half lidded eyes. 

Wimpin : "Um.. whatever uh is after.. k-kissing and stuff.." 

Dumbba: "Ooooooohhhh, you wanna make love?"

Wimpin jumped at the sudden brash words, brash for the chicken at least, if her mate would ever just say "you wanna fuck?" Wimpin would just pass out on the spot. Dumbba's tail swished lazily, but happily. She scooted closer to Wimpin on her huge bed, her mate tensing and freezing at the close contact. 

Dumbba : "You sure you wanna? I mean Ide love to, but you look pretty not ready. Plus, I haven't done anything like that before so ide have to learn as I go." 

Wimpin : "I-I haven't either.. b-but, I love you a lot and I w-wanna try it out.. I'm ready..I think.." 

Dumbba : "Well then we can learn together! You can tell me to stop anytime, Wimpin, yknow?" 

Wimpin : "Y-yes.. we can learn together.." 

Wimpin placed her wing on Dumbba's hoof gently gripping it. Dumbba grinned and leaned in for a kiss, her trunk pushed against Wimpin's face making her scrunch up. 

Dumbba : "Oh, whoops" 

Both the critters chuckled, Wimpin starting to loosen up a bit, Dumbba's forgetfulness always was weirdly endearing to Wimpin, the way Dumbba never put up a facade of being smart and just let her be herself. She was the same with Wimpin, Dumbba was the only one in their group who never judged Wimpin for being well.. a wimp. Wimpin was easily frightened and avoided anything that could potentially scare her. However, tonight she was determined to suppress those fears and do what she desired most: to finally be intimate with her mate. She and Dumbba had been together for nearly a year and had only shared kisses, without exploring anything further. Dumbba was always open to it but never pressured Wimpin, knowing it wouldn't be enjoyable if she felt anxious. Instead, she patiently waited for Wimpin to make the move on her own terms. Hopefully, tonight seems like the night. 

Dumbba moved her trunk properly, meeting Wimpin in a sweet yet awkward kiss. The combination of Wimpin's nerves and Dumbba's forgetfulness always made their kisses seem clumsy and awkward to others, with Dumbba’s trunk often not where it should be and Wimpin occasionally poking her with her beak. However, the two girls wouldn’t have it any other way. Dumbba leaned over her smaller mate, her large floppy ears draping over the sides of Wimpin's face, tickling her and making her giggle. But as soon as Wimpin noticed Dumbba had positioned herself on top of her, she began to tremble. Dumbba gently stroked Wimpin's face with her trunk, trying to soothe her without breaking the kiss, but she realized it wasn’t having the calming effect she hoped for. Pulling away from the kiss, Dumbba looked into Wimpin's eyes and lifted her hoof to cup her cheek, but Wimpin turned her gaze away, feeling embarrassed for being so scared over nothing.

Dumbba : "You're okay, Wimpin, sweetie. Just breathe." 

Wimpin nodded, closing her eyes taking a deep breath through her nose and out her mouth like her friends taught her. As the chicken tried to settle herself Dumbba planted a few sweet kisses across Wimpin's face, stopping to whisper to her.

Dumbba: "Lemme try somethin to calm you down, okay? Just breathe close your eyes and relax into it." 

Wimpin nodded, a slight shiver coursing through her spine at Dumbba's whispered voice. She jumped when she felt Dumbba's kiss on her neck, initially freezing but then easing into the unfamiliar sensation. It felt unexpectedly pleasant, comforting, and filled with love and affection. Wimpin smiled, releasing soft, sweet chicken chirps as she wrapped her arms around Dumbba's back, holding on tight. Dumbba chuckled, startled by the gentle tickling of Wimpin's feathers as she continued to kiss. Moving lower, Dumbba unknowingly caught Wimpin's scent spot, causing Wimpin to jump abruptly and gasp. A strange feeling surged down her spine, pooling in her stomach and pelvis, igniting a new warmth tinged with electricity. Dumbba's eyes widened, she pulled back to check on her trembling girlfriend, who, although shocked and surprised, didn’t appear scared.

Dumbba : "Woah, did that hurt?" 

Wimpin : "N-no..it felt.. good I think.." 

Dumbba : "Really? Huh. Lemme try again!" 

Wimpin : "W-Wait, easy! Mm!" 

Wimpin shut her eyes tightly, releasing a hum as Dumbba showered her neck with kisses, the chicken digging her wings against the elephant's back. The sensations intensified with each kiss. Dumbba chose to explore further, licking along her mate's soft neck feathers, sending a powerful shiver down Wimpin’s spine and causing her feathers to puff up. The elephant paused to check if her partner was uncomfortable; she might not be the brightest, but she could read Wimpin’s reactions easily. She was met with a face shes never seen before from her mate, eyes lidded and mouth agape, blush so deep under her feathers Dumbba could feel the heat radiating off of her. Dumbba licked her scent spot again, taking the skin into her mouth and giving it a firm suck, a sweet lemon flavor flooding in her mouth. Wimpin squealed, gripping tighter and instinctively squeezing her knees together as another wave of heat surged within her. 

Dumbba: "Oh cool! You taste like lemon too not just smell like it!" 

Wimpin tried to speak, but she was too overwhelmed with these new hot feelings igniting her senses. Dumbba finally moved away from her mate's neck, hovering over her taking in a new sight, her mate flushed bright red clearly overwhelmed, but dazed by good feelings. 

Dumbba : "Looks like that was good, huh?" 

Wimpin : "Y-Yea.. I didn't know our s-scent spots felt s-so good.." 

Dumbba smiled and drew Wimpin into another kiss, Wimpin humming as she tasted her own lemon flavor mingling with Dumbba's lips. Dumbba opened her mouth, allowing Wimpin to slip her tongue inside. Though Wimpin fumbled at first, she pushed through her nerves and slid her tongue into Dumbba's mouth. The two of them rolled their tongues together, with Wimpin's lemon flavor blending with Dumbba's subtle strawberry. Dumbba hummed into the kiss as she began to trail her hoof down Wimpin's chest, playfully ruffling the fluffy feathers that she loved so much. Dumbba had always adored Wimpin's feathers—so soft and a lovely pastel yellow; she could spend all day touching them or cuddling into them. Pulling away from the kiss, they gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes, both panting softly from the shared breathlessness.

Dumbba : "You're so pretty, Wimpin. I love you so much." 

Wimpin : "I l-love you too, Dumbba.. M-More than anything.." 

Dumbba : "You're so sweet! So, you wanted to make love, right?" 

Wimpin jumped, her face flushing a deep red. She couldn't say it, but she wanted to beg Dumbba to take her right there, the kissing on her scent spot turned her on way more than she thought she would be, plus seeing her girlfriend on top with her with such sultry eyes and voice was the icing on the cake. Meanwhile, Dumbba on the other hand was praying Wimpin would say yes, teasing her girlfriend was just as teasing to herself, she wanted to touch her and kiss her until she was a shaking mess. Both were inexperienced, yet they clearly understood what they wanted: to love and please each other as much as possible. Wimpin turned her gaze away, trying to regain her composure, feeling her wings begin to tremble against Dumbba's back. Dumbba shifted from hovering over Wimpin, sitting up on her knees and taking her wings in her hooves, holding them close to her chest. Wimpin smiled softly, grasping Dumbba's hooves with her wings.

Wimpin : "..I do.. I just don't.. wanna disappoint if I'm not good.." 

Dumbba : "Wimpin, nothins gonna disappoint me, I just want it to be with you! I wanna make you feel good.." 

Wimpin's eyes widened, her blush getting deeper with her grip getting tighter. Dumbba had a deep blush on her pink face as well, her face dawning a nervous but excited gleam. 

Wimpin : "L-Lets do this then.." 

Dumbba grinned and leaned in for a sweet quick kiss, she let go of Wimpin's wings and shuffled back further on the bed. Wimpin gave her a confused look until Dumbba grabbed onto her knees and gently pushed them apart, Wimpin gulped and started to shake again, closing her eyes and trying to breathe. 

Dumbba : "Hey, you're okay. It should only feel good, if it doesn't I'll try something else, okay? I'm gonna have to learn as I go, I mean I've only heard about doing this, but it's gonna be fun! Just breathe." 

Wimpin : "I-I know.. I trust y-you, Dumbba.." 

Dumbba smiled as she gently spread Wimpin's legs wide. Wimpin tensed at being so exposed, but with Dumbba, it didn't feel wrong; it felt weird, but meant to be. Dumbba positioned herself between Wimpin's legs, planting soft kisses on her inner thighs to help her relax. Wimpin lay back on the bed, trying to ease into the sensation, keeping her eyes closed and focusing on her breath. Dumbba continued to kiss her gently, using her trunk to explore Wimpin's warmth, lightly rubbing up and down her folds while watching her mate's expressions. It was odd, not what she was expecting, Wimpin always figured once you were excited with your mate every touch was orgasmic, but this just felt plain. Dumbba kept exploring, watching for any signs of pleasure. She slipped her trunk between Wimpin's folds, feeling her wetness and taking in the musky lemon scent that stirred her own excitement. Finally, Dumbba's trunk grazed Wimpin's clit. Wimpin gasped in surprise, a shock of electric pleasure coursing through her body. Dumbba paused, looking for any sign to stop, but saw only need and shock on Wimpin's face. She rubbed the spot again, gently, earning another gasp that melted into a moan. Dumbba grinned, continuing the rhythmic rubbing with her trunk, leaving little love bites along the inside of Wimpin's thighs. Wimpin's thighs trembled, her body flooded with intense waves of pleasure she had never known. She hadn't expected it to feel this good, this right, this primal connection with her mate growing stronger with each touch.

Wimpin : "H-Hah! O-Oh, Dumbba..! It f-feels good..!" 

Dumbba suddenly moved her trunk, earning a pitiful whine from Wimpin. The chicken critter opened her eyes, looking at her mate with confusion.

Wimpin : "W-Why did y-you st- A-AH!" 

Wimpin threw her head back, screaming in pleasure as Dumbba eagerly pressed her mouth against Wimpin's clit, hungrily licking and sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves. Wimpin's hips rolled instinctively against Dumbba's mouth, her movements wild and uncontrolled. Dumbba held Wimpin's legs to steady her the best she could while she continued to work her mouth, the sweet and tangy taste of arousal laced lemon coating her taste buds, turning the elephant on beyond belief, as if Wimpin's flavor was a pure aphrodisiac. Wimpin quickly felt a intense heat building, an unfamiliar pressure growing in her core, ready to burst. She gripped the bed beneath her, moans escaping with each ragged breath, her body writhing uncontrollably.

Wimpin : "D-Dumbba! Ah! Ah! I th-think..! I-Im gonna..!" 

Before Wimpin could finish her sentensed, her orgasm tore through her forcefully, causing her body to tremble intensely as she released a loud, tense moan. Dumbba continued to suck and lick, helping her ride out the waves of pleasure, gradually slowing and softening her licks. As Wimpin's body finally relaxed, Dumbba moved away, hovering over her girlfriend to cover her feathered face in kisses not realizing she should have wiped her mouth, but Wimpin was to dazed to care. She smiled and cooed, basking in a new level of relaxation she desperately needed. Her anxieties vanished, and it was just the two of them, without a worry in the world. Now, Wimpin had a new goal and it was to make Dumbba feel just as good, or better.

Dumbba : "You okay, sweetie? Did I do good?"

Wimpin : "S-So good.. That felt a-amazing.." 

Dumbba beamed widely, nuzzling her forehead against Wimpin's while pressing her face into the softness of her feathers. With Dumbba's neck fully accessible, and a new wave of confidence, Wimpin leaned in, returning the affection by kissing Dumbba's neck and focusing on her scent spot. A small, surprised trumpet escaped from Dumbba's trunk, causing Wimpin to chuckle against her mate's neck, she loved those cute noises her mate makes. Dumbba sighed in delight at the kisses, shutting her eyes and resting her head against Wimpin, her big floppy ears nearly enveloping the chicken's entire face. Without hesitation, Wimpin began to lick and suck at the elephant's scent spot, hoping to make Dumbba feel as good and she made Wimpin feel. A sweet, slightly musky strawberry flavor hit the chicken's tongue, sweet just like her mate. Dumbba gasped, her tail flicking with excitement as new sensations washed over her, a warm wave of pleasure enveloping her and pooling in her pelvis.

Dumbba : "Ooohhh..Mmmnn.. It does feel good!" 

Wimpin felt her confidence grow slightly from making her mate feel good, she wanted to make her reach ecstasy like she did though, or better. Wimpin kept sucking at her mate's scent spot while trailing her wing down the elephant critter's bigger body, dipping her wing lower to Dumbba's cunt. Dumbba jumped, a bit surprised by Wimpin's bold move, but she relaxed herself and let her body enjoy the feeling. 

Dumbba : "O-Oh, Wimpin! You're getting so confident! Mmmmh.. that feels good.." 

Wimpin gently cupped Dumbba's cunt, savoring the soft sounds  and cute moans the elephant made. She was wet, wet for Wimpin alone, it filled Wimpin's heart with love and a new deep primal desire. Wimpin explored, seeking the spot that made the chicken see stars. She ran her feathered fingers through Dumbba's folds until she found her clit. The slightest touch made Dumbba gasp and bite her lip, her eyes scrunching closed at the new burning pleasure. The chicken applied pressure, drawing sweet, hot moans from Dumbba as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Dumbba dipped her hips, pressing against Wimpin's wing, craving more touch. Wimpin pressed harder, her fingers gliding easily through from how wet the elephant was. An idea struck Wimpin. She slid her feathered fingers inside Dumbba, using her palm to rub against her clit with each motion

Dumbba : "Aaaahhnn.. Oh, Wimpin..!" 

Wimpin : "I heard t-that there's um.. a good spot in h-here.. Let me try something.." 

Wimpin pushed her fingers deeper and curled them against Dumbba's inner walls, searching for her g-spot. The sensation was strange yet pleasurable for Dumbba, especially with the added stimulation to her clit. However, it wasn't the response Wimpin was aiming for; she continued to thrust her fingers, starting to fasten her pace. After one last curl of her fingers deep inside Dumbba, she heard a wail escape her mate, feeling Dumbba's hips jerk against her wing and her body clench around her fingers. Thats what she wanted to see.

Dumbba : "H-Haah! Wimpin! That's it.. right there..!"

Wimpin couldn't suppress a grin; she sped up her thrusts, her fingers moving swiftly and forcefully, matching the rhythm and pressure of her palm on Dumbba's clit. Dumbba's moans grew louder, her large frame trembling as she neared her climax. A wave of intense, heated pleasure built within her, cresting higher and higher. Wimpin shifted from the elephant's neck, wanting to see her mate's face, taking in the gorgeous expression of ecstasy contorting Dumbba's features. The elephant's face scrunched up, her trunk trumpeting as she moaned, loud and desperate. Finally, She cried out Wimpin's name, the sound sweet and needy as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Wimpin kept her fingers moving, steering Dumbba through her release, feeling her walls tighten and her body quiver. Dumbba panted heavily as she came down from her peak, and when Wimpin withdrew her fingers, the elephant collapsed onto her, nearly knocking the wind out of the smaller critter, crushing her under her weight. Wimpin didn't mind; she simply laughed and wrapped her wings around her spent girlfriend, both of them basking in the warm afterglow of their shared moment of love.

Wimpin : "W-Was that good?" 

Dumbba : "O-Oh yea, I see why you liked it so much." 

They both chuckled, Dumbba turned her head to nuzzle against Wimpin's now sweaty feathers, Wimpin suddenly cringing a bit at finally feeling the cold air hit their damp bodies. 

Wimpin : "Can we go shower..?" 

Dumbba : "Aaaaawwww, I wanna lay here forever.." 

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Dogday : "Come on.. where is it?"

Dogday sent out on a mission for one of the Nightmare Critters, Simon Smoke. That pompous asshole of a Nightmare Critter, had sent him on yet another fetch quest—literally. The pendant had "fallen somewhere in the forest" while Simon was flying overhead. That's all the information the smoky bastard had bothered to give him. Typical. Everyone always called on Dogday when they needed something found; his keen nose had earned him the reputation of the group's bloodhound, or spaniel for that matter. Usually, these missions were quick work, in and out, but the forest stretched for miles in every direction and the recent rain had washed away most scents. All he could detect was wet vegetation, mud, and—wait. Was that sandalwood? Oh, that means he's near another one of the Nightmare critters, the alligator would be sprawled somewhere nearby, no doubt complaining about how exhausting it was to simply exist, Allister Gator. Not that it mattered; Allister would be too busy napping to offer any help whatsoever.

Dogday was starting to feel like that smug dragon had sent him on a wild goose chase. He'd combed every inch of this path, and the pendant was nowhere to be found, not even a hint of Simon's woodsmoke scent. He didn't want to stay much longer, being alone in Nightmare Critter territory gave him the creeps. There was a graveyard not far with a broody raven who hated his guts, a hay field where a sheep loves to hide and scare, not to mention wherever there was water he could be scared by a gaint shark. Every step around the corner was trouble for any of the Smiling Critters.

He needed to bail, tell Simon he couldn't find the pendant. The lie would stick in his throat—Dogday hated dishonesty, even with Simon—but his paws were getting colder by the minute, and that prickling sensation of being watched wouldn't let up. The only way home meant crossing the swamp, which was usually manageable when Icky Licky wasn't around.

When Dogday finally reached the swamp's edge, a wall of humid air slammed into him, carrying a sandalwood scent so potent it made his eyes water. His sensitive nose twitched painfully—the smell was stronger than before, muskier somehow. He figured it was just the mix of wet vegetation and mossy waters.

Each slogging step became a battle. The heavy air plastered his fur to his skin, and the muddy ground sucked at his paws, threatening to pull him down. His limbs felt like they'd been filled with concrete. Dragging himself forward, Dogday couldn't understand why this crossing felt so different. He'd walked these swamps plenty of times without feeling like he might collapse. His eyelids drooped as an unnatural drowsiness swept over him. A quick nap sounded perfect, but instinct screamed that he needed to keep moving, to get home before whatever was happening took complete hold.

Dogday stumbled upon a small pond, its surface dotted with lily pads and fringed with vibrant moss. A hand-painted and rather silly looking sign jutted from the muddy bank: "BEWARE OF CRITTERS!" The childish lettering and exclamation point made Dogday snort—clearly Icky's handiwork. He scanned the water's edge, relieved to find no sign of the chatty frog. No lounging on lily pads, no tongue flicking out for flies. Thank goodness. If Icky caught him now, he'd be trapped in an endless conversation and bets when all he wanted was to move on. As Dogday approached the water's edge, a strange heaviness settled into his limbs. His thoughts began to blur. The scent grew more potent here—that peculiar musk interwoven with notes of sandalwood. Something about it tugged at him from within, awakening a hunger he couldn't name. His mouth watered involuntarily, responding to some faint instinct buried deep in his bones with some kind of primal need he couldn't fight or understand.

Dogday : "What is going on out here.."

With his back to the murky swamp, Dogday's ears pricked at a sound—a sudden splash of water crashed from behind. Before he could process what was happening, his entire body tensed as cold water crashed over his fur, a violent shiver raced down his spine. He tried to whirl around, but something emerged from the body of murky water—large scaly hands clamped around his ankles with surprising strength. With a sharp yelp that echoed across the swamp, he was yanked face-first into the muddy ground. More water showered over him as a massive, dripping figure landed heavily on his back, driving the air from his lungs and pinning his paws uselessly into the muck. Panic seized Dogday's chest; he couldn't move, couldn't escape. His breathing came in rapid, shallow gasps, his tail tucked tightly between his legs. He squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating the worst.

Dogday : "P-Please! Don't hurt me!"

Dogday's breath caught as the figure pressed against him, its rough scales scraping across his soaked fur. Hot breath ghosted over his neck, making his heart hammer against his chest. This was it—he was about to become dinner just because Simon thought it would be hilarious to mess with him. If he somehow survived this encounter, that dragon was going to regret ever being hatched. His entire body trembled as blunt yet wickedly sharp fangs grazed his neck, followed by the slick heat of a thick tongue that lapped deliberately at his scent spot. An involuntary shudder of pleasure rippled up his spine. Damn it. He shouldn't have liked that, not when those same jaws could tear him apart at any moment.

Allister : "Well, Well.. Seems like we got a lost puppy.."

Dogday : "Allister?! Oh thank goodness, it's just you! Heh, you got me, can you let me up now?"

Allister : "Hm.. I don't know, puppy.. I'm pretty glad you stopped by.. I'm havin' a bit of a problem here.."

Dogday : "Woah! H-Hey, easy!"

Another chill ran down Dogday's spine as Alister's tongue delivered a harsh lick to his scent spot, releasing sweet vanilla flavor that flooded the gator's mouth. The taste instantly drove Alister wild and crave every bit of flesh that carried that delectable vanilla, the gator always had a pretty big sweet tooth. A harsh sigh escaped Alister's throat, followed by a deep rumbling groan directly into Dogday's floppy ears. As Alister's hot breath washed over Dogday's face, an unexpected wave of drowsiness suddenly flooded the canine's body. His smoke. That explained the tiredness—the thick, humid air carried Alister's smoke! The gator hadn't meant to release it; poor Alister was simply huffing and puffing with such frustration that the smoke slipped out unintentionally. But this accident came with a welcome side effect. As the drowsiness spread through Dogday's limbs, his earlier panic subsided, clearing his mind only to fill it with the heavy, musky sandalwood scent that now assaulted his nose. The powerful smell ignited something primal within him, filling his body with a spreading familiar warmth that pooled low in his gut. The massive alligator pressed Dogday's body firmly against the ground, continuing to lap hungrily at the sweet vanilla taste while growling possessively into the dog's ears. Dogday's eyes widened when something unexpectedly thick, hot, and slick pressed against his ass. It dawned on him all at once—Alister was in heat. The gator's cock had only emerged halfway from its sheath, but it was already larger than Dogday had ever expected from the gator, leaking copious precum that matted against his orange fur, coating his rear with slick.

Dogday's heart raced, but not from panic—from a strange, electric anticipation. He noticed Allister's claws digging into the mud now rather than his flesh. The gator's body pressed him down, yet with deliberate restraint. This was a choice, not a trap. Dogday could kick free and escape, but something in his brain held him in place. Allister's musk was thick in the air around them—a heady, wild scent that clouded Dogday's judgment and awakened something feral within him. His mind raced: wasn't he just here for the pendant? How had he ended up pinned beneath a powerful alligator in full rut? Yet he couldn't deny the thrill coursing through him—perhaps it was the heat-scent hanging in the humid air, but he craved Allister with an intensity that shocked him. The sensation of the gator's rough tongue sliding across his neck, slathering his fur with saliva savoring his vanilla taste without permission like he owned it, sent shivers down his spine and a deep need to just submit. Allister's thick, slick member pressed against him, his hips snapping ever so slightly showing the gator's struggle for self-control, and the contact made Dogday's body ache with delicious anticipation. Blunt teeth found the sensitive spot where Dogday's scent was strongest, applying just enough pressure to promise rather than harm as if he was waiting for Dogday to push him off. Low, rumbling growls vibrated against his back while Allister's powerful tail thrashed in the water below, sending waves splashing against the bank out of pure desperate need. There's no going back now.

Dogday arched his neck, granting Allister more space to maneuver. The alligator's grumble like purr, low and gentle, vibrated against his skin as his teeth grazed Dogday's sensitive flesh. A heavy slightly muskier vanilla filled Allister's mouth. Lost in the intoxicating taste, Allister felt his cock twitch and expand, forcing its way out of its sheath. Slick with anticipation, it pressed firmly against the contours of Dogday's rear, leaving behind a trail of sticky evidence on the orange fur. The risk thrilled Dogday, and he couldn't help but tease Allister further by grinding his hips backward, urging the slimy length to glide along his crack. The resulting growl that escaped the alligator's lips was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating—a primal sound that set Dogday's heart racing even faster. In that moment, something inside Allister snapped. His instincts took over, no longer able to be tamed by reason or restraint. Teeth sank deeper into the soft flesh of Dogday's neck, eliciting a whimpered moan as the gator critter's thick shaft pressed against him. Claws dug into his wrists, their grip painfully delicious as they held him in place. Allister hooked his legs around Dogday's, locking their bodies together in an unbreakable embrace. Scales usually cold to the touch now felt feverishly hot against him due to their heat, intensifying the heat between the two bodies tenfold.

Another bite—this time deeper—on his scent spot sent an electric shock of pleasure coursing through Dogday's body, escaping his lips in a soft whine. Allister responded with a rumbling gator purr that vibrated through Dogday's entire being. The gator's hips moved with renewed urgency, desperate for any kind of touch or stimulation—any hole would do, but it was an added bonus that it was Dogday beneath him; he had wanted this for so long, guess he's right when he says the best things come to you without trying. But Allister wasn't about to simply claim his prize without savoring it first; even in his most primal state, he craved more than just release. He slowly unclamped his teeth from Dogday's neck, dragging his rough tongue along the indentations left behind, tasting the salt of sweat mingled with the sweetness that was uniquely Dogday. The dog's eyes, when they met his, were adorned with need—pupils blown wide, breath coming in shallow pants that made his chest heave. Dogday's tongue lolled slightly from his parted lips, a questioning whimper escaping that sent a jolt straight to Allister's throbbing cock. The gator's mouth curled into a predatory smile as he deliberately repositioned himself. Slowly he slid his broad form deeper into the water, trailing claws delicately down Dogday's trembling back until his snout hovered just inches from the dog's ass.

Allister : "Fuck.. Bet you taste good everywhere, huh puppy?"

Dogday let out a startled yelp when Allister's thick, wet tongue made contact with plump flesh, heat rushing to his cheeks in a deep embarrassed blush under his fur. The gator's powerful claws gripped Dogday's ass possessively, sinking into the plush orange fur just enough to assert dominance without drawing blood. Allister growled low in his throat as he dragged his teeth along the tender skin, leaving a trail of claiming marks that would be impossible to hide later. The thought of others seeing these marks made Dogday's dread going home, but he couldnt be bothered to care in this moment. All rational thought left his mind, replaced by the intoxicating feeling of Allister's expert attention—the alternating pressure of those dangerous teeth, thick claws in his soft plump flesh, and soothing tongue working in tandem to reduce him to whimpers. Just as Dogday began to adjust to the massaging, Allister's hot, slick tongue made its way to his entrance, causing him to let out a shocked, whiney bark at the new feeling and making his body jump. The firm grip on his hips prevented any escape, not that he truly wanted one. The gator's tongue circled the tight ring of muscle before pressing insistently against it, each wet stroke sending subtle electric currents of pleasure radiating through his body. Dogday's tail betrayed his enjoyment, wagging frantically and occasionally slapping against Allister's face, thankfully he didn't seem to even notice. Each deliberate lick sent soft waves of pleasure coursing up his spine, igniting the desperate burning need in his core.

Unaware of the soft mewls and whines escaping his throat, he dug his paws deeper into the dirt beneath him, anchoring himself against waves of new pleasure. His cock had begun to emerge from its sheath, flushed and eager. Now that his hands were free, he couldn't resist trailing one down the sensitive fur of his belly until his trembling paw wrapped around his hardening length. The contact ignited him—what had been a smoldering ember suddenly blazed into an inferno. The intoxicating scent of heat, the exquisite attention to his most intimate places, all culminated in this electric touch. Dogday's back arched as he pressed his muzzle against the ground, a guttural moan vibrating through him while he stroked himself, coaxing his cock to full, throbbing arousal. When Allister's hot, slick tongue breached him, the sensation of fullness tore a desperate cry from deep in his chest. His hole clenched hungrily around the intrusion, silently begging for more. The symphony of Dogday's need—whimpers, pants, and broken pleas—made Allister's cock pulse painfully, dripping precum into the water where his lower half remained. His tail thrashed with barely contained urgency, betraying his primal instinct to just mount, claim, and breed the critter in his claws. Every fiber of his being screamed to thrust into the critter beneath him, to satisfy the burning ache in his loins, but he resisted. His new puppy deserved to be savored, worshipped. Allister craved the taste of that sweet vanilla skin, needed to map every inch with his tongue as least until he couldn't handle it any longer, even as his restraint threatened to shatter with each delicious sound that fell from Dogday's parted lips.

Dogday : "Ahh! Allister..!"

The gator's eyes snapped open, his name on Dogday's sweet lips igniting a primal hunger deep within, seems like the pampering would have to wait for next time. Allister's tongue slithered out between razor-sharp teeth, savoring the sight of that glistening, inviting hole presented so vulnerably before him. The splash of water made the dog critter's ears perk as Dogday turned back, breath catching at the sight of Allister hovering above him—the gator's massive cock now in full view, throbbing with each heartbeat as beads of pre-cum gathered at the tip. Dogday's eyes widened, pupils dilating with a mixture of desire and anxiety; despite his experience, the sheer girth was daunting. A shiver ran through him as Allister pressed his scaled body against Dogday's fur-covered back, the heat between them building as the gator's throbbing member nudged insistently at his entrance. The dog whimpered softly, claws digging into the earth beneath him as his body trembled with nervous excitement.

Dogday : "J-Just be gentle, oka- MPH!"

Dogday's face was grabbed by a clawed hand and turned, his lips captured in Allister's deep, ravenous kiss. Dogday surrendered, eyes fluttering closed as Allister's tongue invaded his mouth, their tastes mingling into an intoxicating blend of sweet and sharp musk that made him dizzy with want. He explored the gator's dangerous mouth, tracing each razor-sharp tooth with his tongue, craving the exquisite pain of those teeth breaking his skin again. The heavy scent of musky sandalwood filled his nostrils, the heat-infused aroma clouding his senses before a profound wave of relaxation washed over him. Allister had shared his smoke, breathing it directly into Dogday's lungs via the kiss, sensing the pup's nervousness and wanting to ease his discomfort. The effect was immediate—a warm wave of relaxation flooding through his trembling body, dissolving his fears and relaxing his body. As Allister released his mouth and dragged hot, open kisses down his neck, Dogday decided to let himself surrender completely, let his body relish in these incredible feelings. Dogday whimpered as Allister's thick cock pressed against his slicked up entrance, teasing and prodding before slowly pushing inside him. The burning stretch sent sparks of pleasure-pain through his body, dulled to a perfect ache by the smoke's effects. Dogday's back arched as he was filled completely with no break, his teeth clenched around a desperate moan that escaped anyway. Allister's cock stretched him open, each throbbing inch caressing places inside him that made his vision blur with ecstasy. Allister's entire frame shook with restraint as Dogday's tight heat enveloped him completely, the velvety grip of those inner walls threatening to unravel his control entirely.

The gator's hot breath fell over Dogday's neck as Allister growled possessively, each rumble vibrating through the dog critter's frame. Dogday's paw worked desperately at his own throbbing length, his sensitive knot beginning to swell at the base as pre-slick eased his motions. Allister withdrew with agonizing slowness, savoring the way Dogday's body clung to him, before driving back in with savage force that made the canine's back arch and a strangled cry tear from his throat. The primal rhythm took hold as instinct consumed the gator, his body demanding to claim, to mark, to breed the critter beneath him. Each merciless thrust sent Dogday's claws digging into the earth, his muzzle open in a silent moan before breaking into desperate, pleading whimpers. The gator's pace turned frantic, his hips slapping against fur as Dogday surrendered completely like a toy the gator could fuck. Dogday could only lie there, trembling and gasping as the gator's massive cock reached places inside him that made deep burning pleasure flow through his body. Each brutal thrust pushed Dogday's own leaking cock through his tight grip, the swollen knot catching between his fingers in a rhythm that matched the overwhelming fullness that threatened to break him apart in the most delicious way possible.

Allister collapsed against Dogday's back, his broad arms enveloping the dog in a possessive embrace. His jaws found the tender flesh between neck and shoulder, teeth grazing and nipping with a hunger that matched the rhythm of his hips. Pleasure unlike anything he'd known coursed through his veins like liquid fire. Never in his lazy, boring life had rutting felt this good—this claiming of his puppy would leave Allister sleeping for days after this much energy, hopefully with Dogday curled against him, but it was worth it. His heat had heightened every sensation; each plunge into Dogday's silken, scorching insides sent jolts of electricity from the base of his spine to the crown of his skull. Allister wanted to stay like this forever, to live in this perfect moment, but the mounting pressure at his core threatened to burst. With a growl that rumbled from deep in his chest, the gator gripped Dogday's belly with his claws, angling Dogday's hips higher and driving downward deeper in the canine. When he finally struck that hidden bundle of nerves, Dogday's entire body convulsed in ecstasy. Desperate whines and broken moans spilled from the dog's throat as he pressed his burning hot cheek against the cool dirt under him, claws raking furrows in the ground. The pressure building inside him threatened to burst at any moment.

Dogday : "Nngghhaa.. hah..! Allister! R-Right there! Please! Haaaah! D-Don't stop!"

Allister : "Mhn.. That's right, baby.."

Allister let out a low, deep feral growl that rumbled through his chest and into Dogday's back. He slammed into the dog critter with desperate, primal need, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency as he chased his release. In his heat-addled mind, this was more than pleasure—it was claiming, breeding, marking what was now his. His sharp teeth found Dogday's scent spot again, first grazing the sensitive flesh, then pressing harder to taste the intoxicating sweetness of vanilla now richly laced with musk. With a possessive snarl, he bit down hard, claiming teeth sinking deep. Dogday's back arched sharply as he screamed—a sound of exquisite agony and pleasure that echoed through the swamp. Tears spilled from his eyes, tracking hot paths down his flushed cheeks as his climax tore through him with devastating intensity. His cock throbbed heavily in his trembling paw, his knot swelling tight and pulsing rhythmically as he spilled over his fingers in thick, hot spurts. The contractions of Dogday's body around him pushed Allister over the edge. A deep, guttural groan escaped him as his own orgasm crashed through his body like a tidal wave, every nerve ending singing with ecstasy. He pumped relentlessly, filling Dogday to the brim with his hot seed until his mate's belly distended slightly from the sheer volume thanks to his heat. Collapsing against Dogday's back, Allister's weight pressed him firmly into the surface beneath them, both panting in the aftermath of their highs. With unexpected tenderness, Allister released his bite, gently lapping at the claiming mark with soft, apologetic strokes of his tongue. Beneath him, Dogday lay in a state of blissful delirium, tongue lolling as he struggled to catch his breath, completely fucked out with his body still occasionally shuddering with aftershocks of the most intense climax he'd ever experienced.

Allister withdrew from Dogday with a satisfied groan, immediately gathering the canine into his broad arms. His rough tongue lapped tenderly at the raw, sensitive flesh of Dogday's neck loving cleaning the wound. Dogday, utterly spent and delirious with pleasure, could only melt into the attention with half-lidded eyes and a dopey, satisfied smile while his tail thumped weakly against Allister. The gator, too tired to move far, simply curled his massive form around Dogday's body in a possessive hold upon the damp ground. His large tail stretched lazily around the two, adding to the sweet hold. Allister cradled Dogday against his heaving chest like a baby critter—yet his thick arms formed an inescapable cage, one clawed hand splayed possessively across Dogday's subtly swollen belly. His thick, powerful legs entwined with Dogday's more slender ones, effectively pinning him in place. Dogday's body felt like wet noodles, he couldn't have escaped even if he'd wanted to. He gave in completely to the gator's embrace, despite their bodies being slick with sweat, dirt, and the sticky product of their mating. A sudden realization hit Dogday, they were straight up in view of anyone walking by, there's no hiding anything of blaming something else, it was clear as day that they just fucked.

Dogday : "Hey, Allister? Can we at least go somewhere.. oh.. great."

Dogday was interrupted by the sound of a rumbling snore from the gator. The noise vibrated through the critter's broad body, somehow transforming into something gentler—almost like purring—as it escaped Allister's throat. Dogday sighed. No way around it now; he wasnt getting out of this any time soon.

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Critter Valley appeared to be caught in a fierce storm today, with thunder rumbling throughout the entire Valley from the Smiling Critters to the Daydream Critters, lightning striking trees, and the wind howling ominously as rain poured heavily on the usually sunny valley. Many critters opted to weather the storm together, having sleepovers or with their respective mates, while some preferred to enjoy the rain in solitude. As for Poe, they were trapped in their mate's house, cowering under a blanket, utterly terrified. Their mate, Catnap, was busy helping his friends who were also scared drift off to sleep. Poe anxiously awaited Catnap's return, needing him there to soothe their frayed nerves. Catnap was the only critter in the world that could make Poe truely happy, the only one who could make the bird crack a genuine smile and feel loved, feel like they were the most important critter in the world. Poe may be a dark, dreary, angry little raven, but they had an irrational fear of storms. Seems that being given their thunderstorm pendant at birth was a cruel joke of fate. 

Poe attempted to catch their breath, their feathers fluffed up and raised in fear with each flash of lightning, their beak clicking as their body shook and sobbed uncontrollably under their favorite blanket, one that smelled just like Catnap. Fortunately, before it could get any worse they heard the door to Catnap's house creak open, accompanied by the sound of a shaking umbrella. Poe lifted their head from the blanket when Catnap entered the room, a gentle, reassuring and apologetic smile on his fluffy face. The cat rushed to his partner, crawling onto the bed and instantly showering Poe's beak with soft kisses while gently wiping the tears from the raven's dark, sleek feathers. Poe managed a faint smile, soft coos emanating from their throat, which Catnap responded to with a deep purr. With one last lingering, gentle kiss Catnap took his paws of the raven's cheeks to sign properly.

Catnap : "Sorry I took so long, my dear. Are you okay?" 

Poe : "Not really.. I can't believe you walked through that.."

Catnap : "I love the rain, you know that, it's soothing." 

Poe stared at Catnap in utter confusion, but before they could say anything, a loud crack of lightning struck near Catnap's home, causing Poe to jump and emit a startled squawk. They quickly pulled the blanket back over their head.

Poe : "How is THAT soothing?!" 

Catnap chuckled, lifting the blanket to see Poe's face then slipping it over his own head.

Catnap : "Not sure, just is for me, my love. Want me to join you in there?" 

Poe nodded, and Catnap draped a blanket over both of them as he nestled close to his mate, leaning against the makeshift nest of pillows and holding the raven tightly. Catnap always had to fix his bed when Poe would leave his home, the raven loved to make Catnap's bed their own space and take anything either soft or anything that smelled of their mate, turning the pile into a huge nest on the cat's bed. Catnap preferred his space clean and tidy, he loved Poe too much to ever tell them he takes down their nest as soon as they leave, Poe would hold the biggest grudge Catnap has ever seen.

Poe exhaled shakily, relief washing over them as they felt the radiating warmth of Catnap's body, the soothing purrs, and the delightful scent of lavender mixed with cinnamon filling the air beneath the blanket—a comforting blend that finally eased Poe's tension. Catnap rubbed his face against Poe's cheek, marking the raven with his scent while giving gentle licks on the feathers. Although Poe lacked fur for Catnap to groom, this tender act was a sweet and intimate gesture typical of Critters for their mates, and Poe cherished it. Poe closed their eyes and surrendered to the grooming and preening, even as thunder and lightning caused their body to tense and jump with each boom the shook the house. Yet, Catnap continued to groom his mate, smoothing down the feathers that fluffed up every moment the raven's poor small frame jumped and shook. The wind began to howl and swirl, whistling against the window and causing Poe’s anxiety to rise again, leading them to weep once more. As the Catnap lapped at Poe's soft feathers, a new salty taste snapped him out of his concentration, he peeked his eyes open to see Poe crying once more. Catnap frowned in concern, his ears folding back as he tried to think of what to do. He hated that he had no control of the situation, if he could he would take Poe's anxieties and inflict them on himself, it broke him to see his mate so miserable. He licked away the tears and increased the volume of his purrs, trying to drown out the noise. He pulled Poe even closer, running his claws gently up and down Poe's arms, providing light, comforting scratches. Poe's feathers puffed once more as goosebumps ran up their body, instant relief washing over their body as their skin prickled at the gentle touch. Though Poe wouldnt want anyone to know, they yearned to be touched at all times. Every small touch of Catnap's soft paws gave them goosebumps, the way Catnap's claws scratched their skin so perfectly, the warmth and pressure of having their mate clinging onto them for dear life made their mad little persona melt away in and instant.

Though Catnap couldn’t sign at the moment, a few words and a small amount of smoke wouldn’t cause any harm; he just didn’t want to fill the small space with too much smoke. Catnap had the ability to lull him to sleep. It would be perfect for them at this time like what Catnap had done for his friends, but Poe had always been hesitant about that, given the frequent nightmares Poe was unfortunately prone to.

Catnap : "Shhhh.. You're safe here, my love.." 

Poe inhaled deeply and exhaled a shaky breath, their tremors beginning to ease until the lightning intensified again, cracking right above Catnap's cat tower shaped house shaking a pitiful caw out of the raven that just shattered the cat critter's heart. Catnap realized he needed to take action; he wasn’t being a good mate by allowing Poe to endure so much distress, but the smoke was not an option. He had to think of something fast, all of Poe's favorite activities were outside; looming in graveyards, looking for shiny trinkets and messing with Catnap's friends, they were to freaked out to read their favorite books either. After a moment of thought, it hit him, one of the raven's favorite things to do could be done in bed. Catnap leaned in and planted soft, lingering kisses on Poe's cheek—gentle pecks that always brought a smile to the raven’s face. He entwined his long tail around them both, drawing them even closer as he continued his affectionate kisses, moving from Poe's jawline to their cheeks, then onto their beak, finally lingering at Poe's neck. Poe let out a soft hum at the tender touch, closing their eyes and tilting their head to invite Catnap even nearer. Catnap nipped and kissed the raven's fluffy neck, burying himself in their feathers. While Catnap lavished kisses on Poe's neck, he let his paw glide over the raven's chest, groping and feeling the softness of their dark, fluffy feathers as he traced down their stomach, causing Poe's feathers to puff slightly at the ticklish sensation. Catnap continued to gently run his paw up and down Poe's body, making soothing circles with his claws. He was utterly captivated by Poe's form—their slender frame, stunning dark silky feathers, and mesmerizing yellow eyes. Catnap always admired those eyes, bright and yellow just like his moon pendant.

Poe felt a gentle warmth run through their body as a rough tongue brushed against their scent spot, they slipped their wings over the cat's shoulders, urging him to get closer. Catnap's purring intensified as he licked at his mate's neck, relishing the intoxicating cinnamon flavor that filled his mouth and drowned his thoughts, every taste fueled his crave for Poe's delicious cinnamon taste, for every inch of their soft, intoxicating skin to be on his tongue and between his teeth. With each eager lick becoming more fervent, Poe gripped tightly onto Catnap, their face heating up alongside their body as their scent spot got lavished by the rough, wet tongue. Catnap buried his face against the raven critter's neck, inhaling their scent while taking the skin and feathers into his mouth, playfully nipping and sucking at the area. A soft gasp escaped from Poe's beak, a deep warmth swelling within them as the rhythm of each lick, gentle suck, and playful bite clouded their minds with a potent blend of pleasure and yearning. Catnap cherished every moment with his mate, each act steeped in intimacy, love, and a fierce desire to possess every part of Poe without truly burying himself beneath their skin. Poe, being lavished by Catnap's rough tongue and gentle caresses against their feathers, felt chills and goosebumps spread across their body with each touch, nearly forgetting the storm-induced anxiety that had lingered until a loud clap of thunder reverberated through the house. Startled, Poe's eyes shot open, breaking the spell of their private world. However, Catnap was determined to keep them in that moment. The blankets rustled as he shifted atop Poe, settling comfortably against them and leaning down to capture their beak in a deep, affectionate kiss before the raven could give in to their anxieties once more. Poe surrendered to the moment, closing their eyes once more as their worries began to dissipate, replaced by a soothing wave of lavender that filled the air beneath the blanket, mingling harmoniously with the warm scent of cinnamon. Without a moment's hesitation, Catnap slipped his tongue past Poe's beak, cradling their feathered cheeks with his soft paws, his gaze locking onto Poe's half-lidded eyes that gazed with pure adoration, care, and longing. Poe shut their eyes once more and wrapped their wings around Catnap's back, pulling him closer as the kiss grew more passionate, the scent in the air thickening as their musks intertwined with their unique fragrances. Soon Catnap broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against Poe's, kissing their beak and affectionately rubbing his face against the raven's, his purr deepening into a rumble.

Poe : "I love you so much.." 

Catnap : "I love you too, my dear raven.." 

Slight wisps of red smoke brushed against Poe's face as Catnap spoke, a gentle wave of calm washing over them, prompting a yawn. Catnap shifted away from Poe's face and hovered over them, their mouth formed into a sweet, gentle smile as his ears folded adorably down under the weight of the blanket, the image captivated Poe. The love of their life standing above them with his beautiful yellow eyes almost glowing in the darkness under the blanket, with Catnap in return taking in the sight of his mate under him. After a brief moment, Catnap leaned back in, planting kisses on the raven's chest, leaving lingering kisses on their storm pendant before continuing lower and trailing his lips down the raven's stomach, dragging his rough tongue down Poe's feathers. Poe chirped and cooed at the affectionate kisses, running their wings through Catnap's fluffy purple cheek fur, the only truly soft part of the cat's typically sleek coat. Poe's body tensed, their breath caught in their throat as a wave of warmth spread through them when Catnap drug his tongue to their pelvis, gently nudging Poe's thighs apart and trailing kisses to their inner thighs. Poe allowed their legs to fall to the side, letting Catnap press his face against a cluster of feathers concealing the raven's growing arousal. Catnap left soft, lingering kisses around the area, patiently waiting for Poe's member to fully reveal itself, it was way to easy to get Poe in the mood and flustered, Catnap took pride in how he could turn the critter on with the smallest gestures. Poe whimpered at the sensation of Catnap's rough, wet tongue on the tip of their cock, squeezing their eyes shut and leaning their head back against the pillows as each slow lick sent shocks of pleasure through their body and coaxed their member out completely with ease. The cat ran his tongue around their shaft, rough bumps of their tongue adding delicious friction to their sensitive cock. Catnap easily took the whole thing into his mouth, running his tongue on the underside of their length and slowly bobbing his head as he sucked the raven's smaller member. Poe was always sensitive and being able to take their cock in its entirety always left the raven a drooling, shaking mess. Poe was embarrassed about their size, but that didn’t matter to Catnap. He was only focused on Poe; everything about the raven's body captivated him, and he saw no flaws—only perfection.

Poe : "Mmmnnh.. h-hah.. Catnap, that feels so good.." 

Catnap's purrs grew louder, sending delightful vibrations through Poe's body, causing the raven to emit soft, low moans while gripping the sheets beneath them. The sounds of their pleasure intertwined with the howling wind and the rhythmic patter of rain against the window, nearly drowning out the frightening roars of the storm, creating a bubble of just the two critters in their own world. Catnap moved his head slowly, savoring each suck and lick feeling each twitch against his lips as a mix of musky, salty cinnamon filled his mouth, his own cock was aching to be touched leaving Catnap to rub against the bed beneath him. Poe's thighs trembled in Catnap's paws, the wet heat of Catnap's mouth was driving them closer, but Poe noticed the sound of a rhythmic rustling of blankets breaking them out of their thoughts. Looking down, the sight brought a new wave of need washing over the raven, Catnap rutting against the blankets under him as he desperately looked for any friction on his aching cock. Poe needed to be under him, they needed to make Catnap feel just as good. It was endearing how much Catnap focused on pleasuring his mate, but Poe needed to help their poor kitty. They gently placed their wing on Catnap's head, nudging him away. Catnap pulled back with a soft wet pop, gazing up at Poe with half-closed, yet puzzled eyes. The storm outside began to resurface in their minds, the previously muted sounds amplifying their anxiety once more; Catnap needed some affection, and Poe craved a better distraction.

Poe : "Catnap.. can we..?" 

Catnap lip's curled in a smile as he crawled back up to Poe's body, sharing a tender kiss. Poe responded, wrapping their legs around Catnap's slender hips, their wings running through the fur of the cat critter's fluffy cheeks, cupping those soft cheeks and drawing him deeper into the kiss. The room was a symphony of soft, wet sounds of their kiss, the rustle of blankets, and the quiet, shared breaths between them completely drowning out any noise lingering in the background of their minds. Catnap, slid his long tail from beneath the warmth of the blanket, the tail's tip grasping a small bottle of lubricant beside his bed. With a soft 'pop', it opened, and Catnap coated his fingers in the slick liquid. He gently slipped his hand beneath Poe, slowly rubbing his slick fingers across their entrance, teasing and pressing against the tight ring of muscles with a delicate touch. Soft, melodic moans flowed into their kiss as Catnap slipped his finger in and out at a deliciously slow pace, the fullness and stretch igniting a burning desire deep within the raven's gut, their body arching and begging to be filled with their mate's cock and claimed as his own.

Every time they made love, it felt like the first time—each encounter ablaze with love and passion, as if they had never touched each other before. Poe wrapped their wings around Catnap's shoulders, breaking the kiss to release a gentle, breathy groan as Catnap added a second finger, stretching and pressing deep until he effortlessly located Poe's sweet spot. A deep, hot throb pulsed through the raven critter's body, igniting their sensitive member with exquisite pleasure. By now, Catnap had mapped every inch of the raven's body—the gentle curves, the hidden buttons he could push to make Poe cry out in ecstasy, the spots they hated and the ones they yearned to be touched. Every single inch of the body he was utterly obsessed with. The moment Catnap curled his fingers, Poe emitted a loud, whiny moan that sent a thrilling jolt straight to Catnap's cock. Though the two critters were typically the quiet types, hearing his dear sweet raven cry out, ramble, and stutter as pleasure wrecked their body drove Catnap wild, always fueling his insatiable need to make them scream until their voice was gone. It had happened before—Poe's voice cracked throughout the day, and they had tried to play it off as being sick, despite being completely fine. Catnap's pride had soared that day, and he had been trying to recreate that blissful moment ever since.

Poe's smaller member throbbed, leaking precum against their dark feathers as it plead for attention. Though Catnap could spend all day making his mate squirm and beg, he knew Poe ached for him at this moment, for him and a distraction from their anxieties. Catnap withdrew his fingers, and Poe let out a small, pitiful whine as an empty sensation hit them, but it was quickly replaced by the tip of Catnap's cock, prompting a low, throaty moan to escape their beak. The cat prodded and teased, slipping his cock into the raven's entrance before sliding completely out, over and over, leaving Poe feeling empty and on the brink of desperate pleading. Poe shot Catnap a look he knew too well, a "cut the shit" look, eyes flashing with need. Catnap let out a deep, rumbling chuckle before he slipped his cock back in, gradually pushing inside the raven, the barbs of his cock gliding and dragging exquisitely against Poe's insides until he was fully seated within them. Catnap shuddered and let out a soft, breathy moan, overwhelmed by the velvety warmth enveloping him, a sensation so divine he could never tire of it. The feeling of his mate's insides, squeezing and tensing around his cock so beautifully drawing him deeper. He leaned down to rest his forehead against Poe's, their gazes locked in silent, loving connection. Catnap began to rock his hips slowly, each filling thrust eliciting soft moans from Poe. Each thrust rubbed Poe's member between the two against Catnap's soft stomach, sending burning hot shocks of pleasure as their cock got squeezed between the two bodies. The sensations—the pressure on their member, the fullness in their gut, and the unrestrained love shining in Catnap's eyes—melded into something truly exquisite. Poe’s anxieties faded away, the storm of worries becoming a mere background hum to their love.

Catnap quickened his pace, small puffs of red smoke escaping as he moaned, but Poe was unbothered, their mate’s sweet scent fanning the flames of their desire. It only fueled their craving for more, their mate's hot breath against them, panting and moaning as he let his primal instincts to claim and breed flood his mind. Catnap's pace quickened, each feverish thrust sending jolts of pure ecstasy through the cat critter's sleek body, every pull dragging his cock back in deeper than the last, the barbs around his member catching against those soft, velvety walls. The noises his dear raven were making were truly exquisite, soft mewls and cracked, strained pleas for more, harder, deeper, faster, driving Catnap's primal lust through the roof. Answering their pleas, Catnap slammed his hips against his mate, rocking the bed under them as he drove into the raven. The sounds filled the room, creaking and wet, lewd slaps from each meet of bodies covered by the squawks and cries of the raven. Throwing their head back, Poe let out loud, strained and frantic moans as Catnap slammed their sweet spot with urgency, the barbs of Catnap's cock sending waves of pleasure through their body with every brush. The heat building in their core quickly threatened to overflow, their cock leaking against their dark feathers, puddling precum between them. Catnap was nearing his peak as well, his hips starting to stutter as the pleasure started to overwhelm him, moans spilling from the cat's throat along with loud, energetic purrs. His red smoke wisped in the stuffy air under the blanket, strong musky lavender overpowering the small space as it mixed with Poe's own cinnamon scent, creating an intoxicating aroma that heightened their pleasure.

Poe : "Ahhh! H-Hah..! Catnap.. c-close..!" 

Catnap : "Come for me, my love.." 

Poe arched their head back further, releasing frantic, loud moans while exposing their neck for their mate as Catnap thrust into the raven critter. Without hesitation, Catnap pressed his face against Poe's soft neck feathers, licking and nipping at the musky, cinnamon-scented skin until he felt Poe's body tighten around him. With a love-filled bite, he sank his fangs into the raven's flesh, marking them as his own. Poe let out a silent scream as their orgasm struck, painting both their and Catnap's stomachs with hot streaks of white. Their wings dug into Catnap's back, talons curling tightly as they trembled from the overwhelming pleasure that consumed their small, delicate body. Catnap emitted a low, growling moan against Poe's neck as he reached his own climax, deepening his bite. Driven over the edge by Poe's body clenching and pulsing around him, milking him with each thrust, his hips shuddered as waves of intense aftershocks hit the cat while he the raven's insides, each pulse sending ripples of ecstasy throughout both of them. As Poe's body finally went limp, panting and trembling in the aftermath of bliss, Catnap released his grip on the tender spot on Poe's neck, gently licking the wound as he pulled out and nestled against the raven, a deep, rumbling purr escaping him like a contented sigh. The space under the blanket felt stifling, filled with heat and the scents of sweat mingled with the smell of sex and their overwhelming scents. The storm outside had faded, leaving only a gentle patter against the window accompanied by occasional thunder. Catnap licked his way up Poe's face, grooming the sweat and drool-covered feathers until the raven began to return to reality. Poe was the one to remove the blanket, allowing a refreshing cool breeze to flow into the room, though they only slid it off their heads to maintain a sense of their shared world under the blanket. Catnap continued his tender grooming, pausing momentarily when he heard a light snore nearby. He turned to see Poe completely knocked out, sweet and peaceful as they slept, the soft rise and fall of their chest a soothing sight, Catnap's sweet raven now finally free of their fears and sound asleep. A smile crept across his face as he rubbed his own against his mate's, planting a gentle kiss on their beak and snuggling deep into the makeshift next of pillows with his mate.

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The Frowning Critters had a great night as they gathered at Catfeine's house for a casual get-together. They enjoyed drinks, snacks, playful banter, and video games. By now, it was late, and most of the critters had stumbled home, drunk and exhausted, leaving just Wimpin and Dumbba engaged in a racing game with Catfeine. Dogpressed was cozied up in a blanket next to her girlfriend, watching Dumbba drive in reverse on the track while Catfeine cheered loudly upon winning. They were all feeling pretty tipsy, with Catfeine being the least affected thanks to her constant coffee consumption, even at midnight, but she was still buzzed. Dogpressed decided to indulge this time, finding that the drinks calmed her mind rather than deepening her sadness like they did for others, allowing her to relax on the couch and enjoy the atmosphere of the room.

Catfeine : "Hah! Gotcha, Wimpin!"

Wimpin : "Aw, come on, Catfeine.. that's not fair..!" 

Dumbba : "Wait, were are you all? The track is empty."

Wimpin : "Dumbba, we finished.. You drove the wrong way.." 

Dumbba: "Ooooohhhh."

Catfeine let out a joyful cackle, stretching her arms and tail after sitting hunched for a while. Wimpin offered her girlfriend a thoughtful smile, planting a kiss on her cheek and explaining the track as they awaited the next game. Catfeine glanced over at Dogpressed, her heart warming at the sight of her looking calm and relaxed for a change; she could even hear the soft thumping of her tail against the couch. Catfeine wrapped her tail around Dogpressed's hips, pulling her closer to give her a gentle kiss on the snout, and the sound of the tail wagging grew louder.

Catfeine : "How you holdin' up? Need to go to bed?"

Dogpressed : "No, I'm okay right now.."

Catfeine : "Good, glad you're havin' fun tonight, baby!"

Dogpressed : "Yea.. Hoping the fun don't stop when the guests leave.."

Catfeine's eyes flew open, and her ears stood up as Dogpressed spoke in an unexpectedly sultry and low voice. The dog inched closer to Catfeine, pressing against her as if trying to become one with her. A deep blush spread across Catfeine's cheeks as she quickly scanned the room to ensure no one overheard her mate—luckily, the other two critters were engrossed in their own conversation. Clearing her throat, Catfeine gently rested the hand connected to her tail on Dogpressed's thighs for comfort, but Dogpressed took hold of it and pulled it closer to her inner thigh. Thank goodness for the blanket covering them. Catfeine was utterly stunned; her mate had NEVER been this bold before—she had never initiated a make-out session on her own! Catfeine would have been enjoying this moment if not for the fact that her two friends were sitting in plain sight, their backs turned to her as they faced the TV, so thankfully they couldn't see Dogpressed nearly climbing into her lap. It seemed the alcohol had given Dogpressed a newfound confidence that made her less worried, but now insanely horny.

Catfeine : "R-right, one more round? Think Doggy here needs to go to bed soon."

Dogpressed : "Mmm.. but we won't be sleeping.." 

Dogpressed softly nuzzled her head against Catfeine's neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of ginger spice that emanated from her mate. They could never quite pinpoint her aroma—it wasn't just ginger, but a blend of nutmeg, cinnamon, and pumpkin, reminiscent of winter spices, usually overlaid by the persistent coffee scent from her ever-refilled mug. Catfeine felt a tension rise as the hand connected to her tail gripped Dogpressed's thigh. Fortunately, Dumbba was too preoccupied with her mistakes in the game, and Wimpin was focused on supporting her girlfriend, so neither noticed their moment. They were only brought back to reality by the sound of another game starting. Both turned their attention to the screen, and while Catfeine tried to concentrate as well, Dogpressed's warm breath on her neck and the growing heat between her legs were quite distracting. As Catfeine finally became engrossed in the game, Dogpressed intertwined her paw with the hand linked to Catfeine's tail, giving it a gentle squeeze. She understood that if Catfeine wanted her to stop, she would pull her hand away. Catfeine remained focused on the game but returned Dogpressed's paw squeeze with a firm, reassuring grip, signaling her full approval. Leaning in, Catfeine whispered into Dogpressed's large floppy ears while keeping her gaze on the screen.

Catfeine : "Don't go too far while the girls are here, okay?"

Dogpressed simply smiled against the cat's neck, beginning to kiss the sensitive skin at her scent spot as she slowly climbed onto Catfeine's lap, straddling her and pulling the blanket over them to conceal her actions. Catfeine muttered curses under her breath, partly for messing up in the game and partly due to the warm, wet tongue pressing against her neck. Dogpressed's tail wagged lazily beneath the blanket when she sensed Catfeine's frustration and heard her swallow hard. The dog licked up Catfeine's neck, pausing at her scent spot and lapping at the fur, savoring the intoxicating spice flavor that coated her tongue. Soon, Catfeine was hit with a strong wave of Dogpressed's gentle iris scent, now mingled with a deep musk that clouded her thoughts and sent a throb to her core. Typically, it was Catfeine who had Dogpressed overwhelmed, making her cry and moan as Catfeine took control, riding her like a wild horse or using strap-ons and vibrators, while Dogpressed always remained submissive despite being the one in the relationship with a cock. The fact that the dog critter was finally taking charge and caring for Catfeine this time, making her so hot and bothered, was exhilarating, and Catfeine couldn't wait to see how far her mate would take this. 

Dumbba : "Ah! I got it!"

Wimpin : "Good job, sweetie!" 

Dumbba : "I'm surprised you didn't win that one, Catfeine!"

Catfeine : "Hah, y-yea.. Just getting tired I guess!" 

Dumbba : "YOU tired? That's new!"

Dumbba finally completed the first lap, leaving just two more before they could go wild with each other; they just needed to make it through two more rounds. Catfeine kept repeating that in her mind, her concentration on the game completely shattered by this point. She slyly ran her tail hand under the blanket, teasing Dogpressed's ass, which elicited a deep, needy whine from the dog. The dim room was only illuminated by the TV, masking their movements. Dogpressed thrust her hips forward, her cock peeking out from its sheath, brushing against Catfeine's soft, furry belly. Catfeine bit her lip hard, a deep, rumbling purr escaping her throat as she felt her mate's cock; she desperately wanted it inside her right now. The game's volume, combined with the chatter of the critters nearby, muffled any sounds coming from the two on the couch. Dogpressed let out sweet, needy moans that barely rose above a whisper as she rolled her hips, slowly grinding against Catfeine's stomach. The intense heat building in Catfeine's core was becoming harder to ignore; she was already achingly wet.

Dogpressed : "I don't say it enough, Kitty.. You taste so good.. So addicting.."  

Dogpressed greedily sucked the cat's scent spot, savoring the delightful ginger spice flavor and sending jolts of electricity along Catfeine’s spine, pooling in her stomach and making her body and core ache in need. Catfeine struggled to maintain control as her race car veered off course in the game, disrupting her rhythm. The girls ahead chuckled, and Catfeine awkwardly joined in, attempting to stifle the moan that nearly escaped her lips. That nickname drove her wild; she could count on one hand the number of times Dogpressed had used it, and it only fueled her need for more. She needed to rile her mate up.

Catfeine : "Yea? I think there's somewhere else that tastes better than my neck, Doggy. Don't ya think?" 

Dogpressed : "Oh, I know.. You have no idea how addicting your taste is.. Your sounds.. That cute face you make when you're close.."

Dogpressed genuinely despised how her thoughts prevented her from giving Catfeine the attention she truly deserved. Almost every time they were intimate, Dogpressed would feel too anxious to fully express her desires with her partner. While she always made sure Catfeine felt incredible, she could never be as rough or exhilarating as Catfeine deserved. Their moments together often felt slow and lackluster, and on the rare occasions when Dogpressed did take charge Catfeine's energy and stamina would just beg for the dog to turn the tables and leave Catfeine a crying mess, but its never happened. Dogpressed had never anticipated the boost of confidence that alcohol could provide; she was sober enough to think clearly, yet confidence and desire coursed through her veins. She needed to treat Catfeine as she deserved while feeling this way. Suddenly, Dogpressed bit down hard on Catfeine's neck, her teeth sinking in without quite breaking the skin. Catfeine had to cover her mouth to stifle a moan, removing a hand from her controller and sending her character veering off track. Dogpressed ran her paws over Catfeine's chest, playing with her pendant while the other hand glided down the cat's stomach. Catfeine's breaths grew ragged, her entire body trembling with anticipation and a deep, throbbing warmth. Dogpressed leaned in to whisper in Catfeine's ear.

Dogpressed : "I can't wait for us to be alone.. I can give you the fucking you deserve.. I want to make you cum as many times as I can until you can't see straight.." 

Holy. Shit. 

Catfeine's hands shook, nearly causing her to drop the controller, a wide grin stretching across her face as she imagined the ways Dogpressed would fuck her. She swore she could feel her lip bleeding from biting it so hard. Catfeine had never realized she enjoyed dirty talk; she had never had the opportunity to experience it! Each vulgar word whispered in her ear sent shivers down her spine, causing the fur on her back to bristle and her core to throb. Her grip on Dogpressed's ass tightened, prompting the dog critter to whimper and increase her thrusts, her cock fully exposed now, pressing against Catfeine's stomach and leaving a sticky puddle of precum on her orange fur.

Wimpin : "Yea! I finally got one!"

Dumbba grinned and pulled Wimpin into a quick celebratory kiss, Wimpin immediately pulled away, covering her face and blushing hard.

Wimpin : "D-Dumbba!! Not in front of out friends..!"

Dumbba : "Aw, cmon, it was just a kiss!" 

Wimpin let out a flustered whine as Dumbba stole another quick kiss just before the last round began, causing Wimpin to panic and fumble at the start of her race. Catfeine was practically bursting with anticipation, so close to being alone and having the life fucked out of her. Dogpressed felt the same, her tail wagging enthusiastically slicing in the air. She paused her grinding, trailing a paw toward Catfeine's pelvis while the other continued to play with her pendant. Catfeine gasped as the dog’s fingers grazed over her cunt, slipping between her folds and chuckling at how completely drenched she was, whispering to her once more.

Dogpressed : "You're so wet.. I hate that I didn't do this to you sooner, Kitty.. Just seeing you like this, trembling and dripping for me like you're in heat.. I promise, I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel this good again.. without the alcohol.." 

Catfeine's heart raced in her chest, swelling with the mix of sweet, caring words amid the filth; she loved that critter so much. The game was nearing its end, just the final lap of the last round, and thank god since Dogpressed decided to relentlessly rub Catfeine's sensitive clit with her fingers. The cat jolted in her seat, struggling to keep her eyes open and keep from moaning like a slut from her aching core finally receiving some attention, waves of hot pleasure coursing through her more intense then she's ever felt before. At last, like a blessing from above, Dumbba raised her arms and cheered, the game was finally over. Dumbba pulled Wimpin into a hug, showering her with kisses on her soft face while Wimpin squealed in embarrassment. Dogpressed stopped all movement, shutting her eyes and ceasing her tail’s wagging, allowing her body to go limp against Catfeine. All that remained visible to the other two was a sleeping Dogpressed and a 'tired' Catfeine snuggled under a blanket.

Dumbba : "That was so much fun!! I never win these games! You must really be tired, Catfeine." 

Wimpin : "Yea, your car was all over and off the track.." 

Catfeine chuckled awkwardly, setting the controller down and wrapping her arms around her mate, patting her back.

Catfeine : "Hah! Yea um.. yea I'm pretty tired, alcohol does that to me. Plus, this girl here fell asleep on me, blocked my view!" 

Dumbba : "Aww! Well we won't keep you waiting, you girls get some sleep, kay? See you tomorrow!" 

Dumbba chuckled as both girls stood up from the floor, collecting their drinks and personal items, linking hands as they exited Catfeine's house. The moment the door closed, Catfeine released a dramatic sigh of relief. She hadn't even realized that Dogpressed had slipped off her lap and onto the floor, her face buried in Catfeine's lap until she was startled by a warm, wet tongue against her cunt.

Catfeine : "O-Oh fuck!" 

Catfeine dug her claws into the couch, arching her back as Dogpressed lapped at her cunt, relishing the rich, spicy taste that was even more intoxicating than the cat's neck. Catfeine finally surrendered, releasing soft moans from deep within her throat with no regard. Dogpressed pressed in closer, her snout pushing against Catfeine's pubic bone as her tongue delved into the warmth, moving to reach her clit and enveloping it with her tongue before taking it into her mouth, sucking and licking the sensitive spot like a piece of candy. Catfeine's legs tightened around Dogpressed's head, her claws sinking deeper into the couch as her breaths came in quick gasps, the heated sensation in her belly growing and quickly threatening to overflow. The paw connected to her tail reached over to hold the back of Dogpressed's head, pushing her even deeper.

Catfeine : "Hah! Fuck! Fuck! D-Doggy!!" 

Catfeine let out a loud moan as she experienced the fastest climax she had ever encountered, her thighs trembling and squeezing against her mate's head. Meanwhile, the hand gripping her tail pulled at the dog's soft blue fur, provoking a surprisingly hot moan from the dog critter. Her tail relaxed and released its hold on Dogpressed's fur as she finally came down, her thighs parting as she emitted soft, whimpering moans and heavy breaths while Dogpressed continued to lick her through the lingering jolts.

Catfeine : "H-Holy fuck.. That was intense..! Do you wanna go to the bedroom no- MMPH"

Dogpressed pounced on Catfeine, pinning her down on the couch and pulling her into a passionate, urgent kiss. Catfeine surrendered, matching the intensity of the kiss, her lips curling into a wide smile as her loud purrs filled the silent room. Dogpressed's hand slid down finding Catfeine's clit, still sensitive from the attention earlier. Catfeine gasped, a jolt of hot, almost painful electricity coursing through her body. Her legs quivered as Dogpressed's relentless rubbing sent waves of intense pleasure crashing through her, the initial shock quickly replaced by growing ecstasy. Breaking the kiss, Catfeine threw her head back, releasing a mix of purrs, moans, and trills as Dogpressed's fingers thrust roughly into her wet, aching cunt. She craved the filling like no other but her mate's cock would be better right now.

Dogpressed : "I told you.. I want to make you come as many times as you can.. My mouth, my fingers, my cock.. everyting." 

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Dogday : "So, then Catnap fell out his favorite tree while he was sleeping and landed right on top of an ant hill! That's the loudest I've ever heard him scream!"

Baba : "Oh wow.." 

Dogday : "Then he ran around the park like he was on fire! Covered in ants!" 

Baba : "huh.." 

Baba Chops put in her best effort, albeit with little enthusiasm, to keep Dogday engaged during his rambling. After nearly an hour of attempting to do what she had invited him for, it was becoming frustrating. She had finally mustered the courage to invite Dogday over with a plan: they would chat, enjoy his favorite foods while watching a movie, and then she would bring up the question. Baba wanted Dogday to be her mate. Fortunately for her, Dogday felt the same way, not like she could get a word in and find out. The movie had ended long ago, and the conversation had nearly reached her objective thanks to the sappy movie Dogday had suggested. They discussed past relationships, preferences, likes and dislikes in a partner, even inching ever closer to the more spicy stuff until Dogday diverted the conversation to his friends. She couldn't recall how they got there, but now Dogday was rambling on about Catnap. She loathed that cat. Their personalities clashed horribly, and although she would never admit it, she felt a pang of jealousy over the attention Catnap stole from Dogday. Dogday noticed Baba becoming more subdued when Catnap was mentioned, but he never thought it was anything serious. He understood how Baba behaved around other critters; she often felt overwhelmed, becoming quiet and frustrated if she was bothered. Bless his heart, Dogday was not great at picking up on social cues; he assumed her glares were simply her resting bitch face.

Dogday : "So then, Kickin thought it was a good idea to spray him witha hose to get the ants off, that pissed him off even more! He almost scratched Kickin's beak off!" 

Baba let out a soft, low hearted chuckle, resting her cheeks on her hooves while keeping her eyes fixed on the dog, despite the growing boredom and impatience. One thing about Baba was that she was incredibly touch-starved. She rarely allowed anyone close enough to touch her, and when they did, it was difficult to feel their touches through her thick wool. She had built up excitement for this day, hoping for those soft paws and claws to rake through her wool, and maybe, if she was lucky a good few pulls, but the longer she waited the more antsy she got. She wished she at least could be in his arms as he spoke, to have his claws sweetly scratching her head, his arms enveloping her small frame as if she were a precious item someone might want to steal. Her daydreams weren't solely about being adored by the dog; she had often envisioned the tall orange spaniel grabbing her, teeth sinking into her flesh like a chew toy, growling in her ears while he playfully yanked at her wool, completely overwhelming her body and mind. Her friends frequently caught her staring off into space, only to have her abruptly snapped back to reality, a deep blush creeping onto her cheeks, prompting Rabie Baby to dig and pry about who she was thinking of for months.

As Dogday spoke, she subtly inched closer to him, the warmth of her body and the creaking of the bed momentarily halting his words. His cheeks flushed; it was unusual to have Baba so near! He was aware of her aversion to physical contact, which was the only reason he hadn’t made a move. Clearing his throat, he assumed she was simply trying to get comfortable, though his tail wagged against the sheets despite his efforts to conceal it. In Dogday's mind, regardless of how stunning and intimidatingly attractive she was, she could never be interested in the energetic and cheerful critter he was; they were nearly complete opposites, save for a few surprisingly shared interests.

Dogday : "Right, um..! Then Bubba tried to help by brushing the ants off with a broom!" 

Baba : "Dogday.." 

Baba was growing tired of the incessant chatter. She wanted him to stop talking and pay attention, but nothing seemed to break through his distraction. His anxiety only intensified his rambling as he attempted to occupy the silence and push aside thoughts of his crush being so near.

Dogday : "Then it just was um.. full of yelling and hissing until they finally got the ants off of him!" 

Baba : "Dogday, I need to tell you something.."  

The sheep critter moved even closer, causing Dogday's heart to race and thump in his ears. Her hoof softly touched his thigh, sending a shiver up his spine and making his fur stand on end. He kept reminding himself not to overthink the situation, but in the process, he completely ignored Baba, once again missing the social cues around him.

Dogday : "U-Uh.. then.." 

Baba : "Dogday, shut up for a minute." 

Dogday : "Then Crafty.. um.."

Baba couldn't believe how dense this damn dog could be, it may be his nerves or he's just dull with social ques, but she was done with this. She needed to get her point across and shut him up, two birds one stone.

Dogday : "Then um.. Crafty showed up an-" 

Baba : "SHUT UP!" 

Dogday jumped, but before he could react, Baba grabbed his fluffy cheeks with her small hooves and pressed her lips against his in a forceful and frustrated kiss. Dogday's eyes widened, his ears perked up, and his body went stiff; he couldn't comprehend what was unfolding. However, Baba didn't release her grip; she drew his face closer, intensifying the kiss. Dogday remained wide-eyed, gazing at Baba's furious expression. She was upset, her brows furrowed, yet here she was, blushing and kissing him? It was all so confusing for the poor pup, but he couldn't let this chance slip away. Despite the chaos, he had wanted to kiss her ever since they met. As Dogday finally moved his lips in sync with hers, Baba's tense form relaxed against him, her expression softening as her face flushed. Dogday brought his hands to her face, cradling her soft wool and pulling her deeper into the kiss, his cooler, gentle paws resting on her burning cheeks. His tail wagged wildly with excitement; he struggled to keep his lips from curling into a grin as they kissed, trying to steady his trembling paws. He couldn't mess this up by overwhelming Baba.

Baba's hooves glided down the spaniel's neck to his shoulders, wrapping her arms around his larger frame. Dogday followed her lead, letting his big paws slide down her shoulders to touch her soft, thick wool. It was difficult to feel her skin beneath that wool—it was undeniably soft—but Dogday craved to feel her body. As his paws explored her back, he gently pressed his claws into the wool, finally reaching her tender skin. Dogday was satisfied with the small touc, but Baba reacted in a way he hadn’t anticipated. The kiss intensified, and she eagerly pushed her tongue past Dogday's lips, longing for his taste. Her back arched with each scratch, it felt so good to finally get touched; she craved more. Dogday was momentarily startled, worried he had hurt her with such a sudden movement, so he retracted his claws. But just then, she playfully bit his lip with her buck teeth, accompanied by a low, annoyed growl that echoed in his ears. He flinched from the slight sting, yet surprisingly, it excited him. Baba's intense gaze locked onto his, her cheeks flushed red as she huffed, and that sight sent a rush of desire straight to his cock.

Baba : "Put them back." 

Dogday : "Wait, I didn't hurt you? Can we take a minute and talk about what's going on?" 

Baba let out another growl, her ears twitching with irritation. In a swift motion, she seized Dogday's shoulders, climbed over his larger frame, and forcefully pushed him down onto her bed. Dogday's eyes widened again as he locked gazes with Baba, and it sent a shiver down his spine. She appeared so… desperate. Her breaths came heavy, with a look that could send any critter fleeing, yet Dogday understood the sheep. He recognized that she wasn't truly angry; she was annoyed, but there was something more in her expression, a blend of desire and a hint of pleading he'd never witnessed before.

Baba : "I'm tired of talking. Isn't obvious? I've been trying to tell you I wanted this all day. I want you to scratch me again, dig your claws in my skin, sink those fangs in my neck. I've wanted you to be my mate for so fucking long.." 

Dogday could only stare in shock, she really loved him? She wants him to really be her mate? Not only that, she wanted him. She wanted him to just ravage her. He felt like he was dreaming, all the not so subtle hints and touched flooded his mind and hit him like a train. 

Dogday : "You.. really want to be my girlfriend?" 

Baba : "No shit, dumbass. This whole day was me trying to tell you."

Dogday felt like an idiot, he really does let his emotions take over. Words going one fluffy ear and out the other as he rambles, he needs to work on that. 

Baba : "So.. what do you say?" 

Baba perched atop the dog critter, pressing her warm body against him, her heat radiating noticeably where her pelvis rested on his stomach. Dogday swallowed hard, overwhelmed with excitement and getting pretty turned on, he responded with a broad smile, nodding his head enthusiastically. Baba showcased her adorable buck teeth with a grin and lunged forward, crashing her lips against Dogday's snout in a fervent kiss, awkwardly squishing their noses together, but neither seemed to mind. The two critters were caught in a playful chase, their tongues swirling and exploring each other's mouths. A delicate hint of sweet vanilla danced on Baba's taste buds, igniting a desire to seek more, to find the source. Dogday was surprised by how delightful she tasted; the flavor was sweet and spicy, reminiscent of licorice. Baba glided her tongue over Dogday's teeth, tracing the contours of his blunt yet sharp canines, and the mere thought of those teeth in her flesh sent her into a frenzy. As they broke the kiss, a slender strand of saliva connected them momentarily before falling away; both critters were left breathless. In Dogday's big eyes, a new expression emerged, prompting Baba to flash a mischievous, wild grin. Dogday's bright, cheerful demeanor shifted to one of neediness, desire, and an almost submissive quality. Baba traced her tongue along Dogday's jaw, gliding through his striking orange fur, down to his neck, sending a delightful shiver up his spine.

Dogday : "Baba.. Can I touch you?" 

Baba : "Please."

Dogday hesitantly reached out to grasp the smaller sheep's body, resting his paws on her sides while his claws grazed her wool, concerned he might hurt her. The moment she felt those nails brush against her skin, she hummed in delight and arched into his touch. It felt surreal to be able to touch Baba; she usually wouldn’t hesitate to kick anyone's ass who dared to touch her, especially in such a vulnerable way. It was pretty contradictory —she craved affection but would rather die than allow someone to dominate her and shatter her fierce, tough exterior. Her wool was incredibly soft, thick, and utterly irresistible to touch. Her body felt even better than it appeared, smaller compared to Dogday, with a slight curve, beautiful wide hips, and soft, plush thighs. Dogday struggled to contain his excitement as Baba pressed kisses against his neck, his paws gliding down her sides to her hips, enveloping them in his larger paws. With gentle exploration, he squeezed and caressed her plush hips and thighs, each sinking of his claws into the thick wool eliciting sweet groans from her and rougher treatment of his neck. Her kisses grew more intense, her tongue trailing across his neck in search of that delightful source of his vanilla scent. A profound warmth spread through Dogday's body as she found his scent spot, licking and sucking on the sweet flesh as if it were her last meal. Although Baba normally had no sweet tooth and disliked sweets, this was an exception that drove her mind wild with craving for more. Dogday bit his lip hard at the attention; every lick, bite, and suck on his scent spot ignited his body and pooled a deep warmth in his stomach. His paws wandered further across her thighs and back toward her rear, trembling as they hovered over her body, as though he wasn’t permitted to touch her, fearful of crossing a line. He heard Baba exhale in frustrated huffs, pushing back against his paws in search of more contact, a low growl rumbling in her throat when he instead moved his hands back to her hips.

Baba : "Touch me, damnit." 

Dogday : "I'm not going too far..?" 

Baba rolled her eyes and sank her buck teeth against Dogday's neck sending an involuntary buck of his hips up against her and a yelp like moan, she rolled her hips down as he bucked earning a pitiful whine from the spaniel. 

Baba : "I want you to do whatever you want to me. Don't be gentle, bite me, claw me, use me.." 

Well, not the most romantic thing in the world, but it sure went straight to Dogday's cock. He honestly shouldn't expect anything less from the critter who's almost always angry and has a knife as her comfort item. 

Dogday : "Holy.. You sure..? You don't want to take things slow? I mean, I'm okay with this! I've wanted to do this for so long, but usually as soon as critters start dating it's slow and.. and uh..." 

Dogday's words faded as he took in the scene before him. While he was speaking, Baba had moved closer, nearly positioning herself on his chest, her pelvis just inches from his snout. Dogday's eyes widened as he noticed how soaked she was; her wool was drenched. This sight made his mouth water, and all he could think about was the desperate desire for a taste.

Baba : "I don't want slow.. I want you to let go, stop being so cautious with me. I know you're just aching to let your feral side take over.." 

She was right. Dogday was on the verge of bursting with the effort to remain still; the spaniel harbored a rougher, deeper side that he desperately wanted to conceal. It was a part of him urging him to go wild, to mark, claim, and breed while making the sheep cry out his name. He had always been gentle with his previous partners, never able to fully let himself go, fearing he might frighten them or go too far. Baba might be small, but she was not delicate, and honestly, she wanted Dogday to let that side of him go and break her.

Dogday : "I.. Just please, make me stop if I go too far?"