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Omg I am alive! Been busy with IRL. But during my art posting absent, I've been developing HEAVILY on this guy! :D New Friend OC named "B33" (He named himself) but one friend of his "Lily" gave him human name to "Fit into Whistle Hollow town", so its "Amos Whittle" uvu
Down below his heavy lore. Wall of text. You are warned. Now I must go and do same for Mr. FRIEND, J4mbor3e, B055 and L1min4l uvu
✧Basic✧
Serial Number: M-833311113
Name: B33
Nickname/AKA: Amos Whittle
Age: 32
Gender: Male [He/Him]
Species/Race: Friends*
Note: Mr. FRIEND called his own race “Friends” just temporarily but it became a permanent name for his race.
Height: 6’6” / 198 cm
Height [Fer4l form]: 9’1” / 277 cm
Birthday: July 7
Sexuality: Bisexual
Role: Stimulate companion for human -Expired-
Occupation: Beekeeper, honey production, and wax & byproducts
✧Appearance✧
Hairstyle: Wild dark walnut hair usually tied back with a frayed cord
Facial Hair: N/A
Hair Color:
Base color: Dark Walnut [#672C0E]
Skin Color:
Base color: Almond Silk [#FCCEBF]
Secondary color: Sweet Salmon [#DC917B]
Third color: Dark Coffee [#30281F]
Fourth color: Goldenrod [#E2AD11]
Eye Color:
Base color: Dark Garnet [#5E0B00]
Secondary color: Golden Apricot [#D79644]
Body type: Not lanky tall. He’s solidly built– broad-shouldered from years of hauling hives, stacking hay bales, and carrying jars of honey in bulk. He doesn’t look bulky like a gym guy, more like someone who works the land with their body every single day.
Skin texture: Soft and smooth. The exposed flesh is tough and thick with veins softly popping out. Having small, hexagon freckles.
✧Relationship/Family✧
Note: If you want your OC(s) to have any relationship with B33. Please, do DM me and we can talk about it!
▪︎ Mr. FRIEND (30)
Status: Unknown, doesn’t even meet him at the facility at all | Alive
Owner: 3quinox-C0nflux@/Tumblr
▪︎ Lillian Rose Hawthorne (31)
Status: Extremely close friend | Alive
Owner: 3quinox-C0nflux@/Tumblr
▪︎ Elias Thornfield Huxley (87)
Status: Old friend and a mentor for beekeeper knowledge | Deceased
Owner: 3quinox-C0nflux@/Tumblr
✧Abilities/Powers✧
B33, like all other Friends, have Fer4l form and they can develop unique abilities and powers! So, here's a full list of B33’s abilities and powers…
▪︎ Physical transformation
- Heightened size: Standing 6’6” (198 cm) to 9’1” (277 cm). Skin shimmering with golden veins pulsing under honey-slicked flesh.
- Honey oozes from his mouth– not blood; it’s alive, thick with ancient consciousness. It doesn’t just drip, it moves, clinging to surfaces like sentient resin.
▪︎ Eco-Location via Honey Trails: Can track any threat that harmed bees by following residual honey scent (like supernatural tracking).
▪︎ Hive-Mind Telepathy: Communicates with all bees globally in an instant (no time lag). If one hive is attacked, he senses it like a scream.
▪︎ Analog-Horror Perception: Can glitch through reality slightly (like static on an old TV) – blinking in/out of sight unpredictably to disorient enemies. This isn’t full intangibility… just an eerie unnatural movement.
▪︎ Control Over Bees: Not just his own; he commands every bee within miles during this form (they swarm as weapons). They don’t sting randomly– he guides each insect precisely.
▪︎ Honey-Based Attacks: Can solidify honey into barricades or whip-like tendrils that ensnare targets.
▪︎ The Forbidden Honey: Burns psychologically, enemies experience visions of ecological collapse until they surrender or pass out from guilt/trauma. It's not physical damage... it's emotional/hallucinatory torment.
▪︎ Honey Armor: A semi-liquid, golden carapace forms over his body—bees orbiting him like a living shield that repels projectiles. It’s not impenetrable but it will absorb the first wave of attacks effortlessly.
▪︎ Regeneration: Minor injuries heal quickly as fresh honey seeps into wounds (like bees "rebuilding" him). Severe damage (Ex. gunshot) still hurts but he recovers faster than a human should.
B33’s weakness/drawback:
▪︎ In this form, B33 isn’t cruel by choice; he becomes pure instinct– a force of nature punishing threats to bees without mercy or nuance.
▪︎ The transformation drains energy– the longer he stays in feral mode, the more exhausted afterward (crashes hard post-battle).
▪︎ Every time B33 fully embraces his feral form, the transformation changes him slightly. Afterward, not permanent– tiny remnants linger even when he reverts:
- Honey might drip from his fingertips for hours post-battle.
- His eyes glow faintly amber for days (not full rings, but traces).
B33’s base ability/power, always come with it when been created:
▪︎ Summoning items/consumption: By will, he can summon any items (Ex. clothing, real money, and dolls) and consumption (Ex. bottle water, apples, etc). Friends always come with this basic power: They’re well-known for this certain power.
▪︎ There’s no drawback for this power.
✧Likes/Dislikes✧
Likes:
▪︎ Honey! All kinds, especially golden clover or lavender.
▪︎ Bees! Their smell, their sound, their tiny personalities.
▪︎ Loves gardening flowers that attract bees and other pollinators. Planting lavender fields in spring, maintaining wild patches of clover and asters all summer.
▪︎ Strong black coffee! (the stronger the better) He wants it bitter, like nature meant it to be! B33 will occasionally drink tea if someone insists but prefers coffee always.
▪︎ Collects old honey jars from thrift stores– the prettier the label design (art deco style especially), the happier he gets.
▪︎ Watches nature documentaries every night before bed… usually something about pollinators: hummingbirds and butterflies!
▪︎ Quiet moments alone… reading under trees. Reading books aloud to himself like some kind of eccentric romantic poet living alone among flowers…
▪︎ Visits Lily at her farmstand and or her home just to chat over tea.
▪︎ Sunrises and sunsets. Loves watching them over his fields every morning/evening.
▪︎ Nature documentaries and bee-related books
▪︎ Cooking simple meals with honey as main ingredient
▪︎ Stargazing
▪︎ Foraging for wild berries
▪︎ Handmade crafts, especially anything involving wax, wood or yarn
Dislikes:
▪︎ Harm to bees. This isn't just dislike. It's a pure rage trigger. If someone kills a bee, lies about them, or threatening hives? B33 turns into something not human.
▪︎ Smoking near his land. He refuses service to anyone who lights up on his property
▪︎ Noise pollution: Loud music at night bothers him deeply.
▪︎ Cruelty in any form: Animal abuse makes him sick.
▪︎ Doesn’t like fake people– hates insincerity or small talk without meaning.
▪︎ Avoids cities if possible, he quoted "Too much noise! No flowers for bees!"
▪︎ Not fond of spicy food. B33 can't handle the heat
▪︎ Hates perfume that overwhelms natural scents
▪︎ Storms when they last too long, they stress out dormant hives. So, bad weather really weighs on him mentally.
✧Favorites✧
Favorite snacks:
▪︎ Honey-glazed toast: Plain white bread, drizzled with his own golden clover honey. Sometimes he adds a sprinkle of sea salt for contrast. Eat it like breakfast every morning.
▪︎ Yogurt with honey: A big bowl of plain yogurt (Sometimes he make a homemade yogurt) layered with thick spoonfuls of honey on top. He likes to eat this when the weather’s nice, cool or rainy.
▪︎ Lavender shortbread cookies: His absolute weakness! He bakes them weekly, crispy edges, soft center and eats them straight outta the oven while they’re still warm.
Favorite beverages:
▪︎ Black coffee: Always strong black coffee, no cream and sugar.
▪︎ Herbal teas: Especially chamomile at night. He’ll say "for calm hives."
▪︎ Warm milk: Mixed slightly into tea when cold hits hard winter nights. He’ll mix few drop of honey in it. You can give your thanks to old man Huxley.
Favorite meals (Breakfast, lunch and dinner):
▪︎ [Breakfast] Honey-glazed toast, sunny up eggs and two stripes of bacon, with a cup of strong, black coffee. B33 will have this every morning. He’s religious about it.
▪︎ [Lunch] It depends on seasons: He’s liking it simple. So…
-Spring/Late Summer: A big salad made of whatever greens are growing nearby: spinach + dandelion leaves + wild chives, topped with roasted sunflower seeds and of
course, a honey-drizzle dressing. Cannot forget that. If he feels fancy, he’ll have a boiled egg wrapped in bacon.
-Fall/Winter: Grilled cheese sandwiches, sometimes stuffed inside is tomato soup warmed over the stove.
▪︎ [Dinner] Honey-baked salmon served with sides of roasted vegetables (Carrots and turnip) and fresh crusty bread to mop up the plate clean.
-When winters come, beef stew and tomato basil soup with herbal tea as his beverage.
✧Facts/Trivia✧
▪︎ Despite his height, his presence isn't intimidating unless he wants it to be. When he’s calm, he moves gently– almost silent through his apiary, bending low without strain when checking hives. Only when angry does that towering frame become terrifying: Standing over people. Blocking light. Voice dropping into something deep and unnatural… Like the earth itself speaking through him. Still, most days, he looks warm, big, and safe. The kind of man you’d instinctively trust if you saw him handing out jam at a farmer's market.
▪︎ B33 have human name! Lily gave him the human name because his current name is too abnormal for townsfolk to say. So, B33 will be called “Amos Whittle” rather than B33. Lily is the only folk that will call him B33.
▪︎ B33 have Fer4l form that he control at will. Second Friend entity that succeeds controlling their Fer4l form! There’s an old Hivemind entity that resided in him, not a good mixture because it’ll make B33 more stronger and hostile if anybody brings harm to the hives.
▪︎ His coffee mug is chipped because Lily dropped it last winter– but instead of replacing it, she glued tiny golden bees around the crack, she said to him “to honor your love”.
▪︎ B33 didn’t have any purpose at first: Just a blank slate, waiting to be given a job when he arrived at the owner’s doorstep. It's strange because usually the facility gives THEM a job during the process but this owner wants them to be a blank slate and will “Give” the job to them. The true meaning behind this is a mystery and let’s say it's the best to not know. B33 got a better job and purpose.
▪︎ Between him and Lily, townsfolks think they’re romantic couples. Lily denies such thoughts, B33 on other hand, he’s confused and silent about it as he doesn’t understand love. So, is it true? Or not? Who knows!
▪︎ One time when Lily got food poisoning from bad shellfish, B33 stayed up all night making her broth every two hours, sat by her bed, and held her hand. That’s how much he cares for Lily.
▪︎ B33 have sweet-tooth, he’ll love sweets stuff: Like high quality dark chocolate that pairs well with tea. But for junk foods and soda? No, he doesn’t enjoy those at all. This causes “Too loud for his quiet soul”.
▪︎ B33 doesn’t just prefer quiet– he needs it like oxygen. Sound vibrates differently for him. Town festivals leave him nauseous; His porch at dusk is his sanctuary. His longest conversations are with hives– low murmurs only bees can hear.
▪︎ The language of gifts! Words fail him sadly– so he speaks in objects. For example, he leaves Lily a jar of chamomile honey on her counter after her nightmares.
▪︎ Delayed reactions, pain/joy/fear often hits him hours later: Smiles about Lily’s joke from breakfast… at midnight. Shakes for 20 minutes after calmly relocating an aggressive swarm.
▪︎ B33 is touch-starved but terrified. He craves connection but… Flinches if hugged without warning. Unconsciously leans his shoulder against doorframes when talking, as if craving contact through barriers. Only allows Lily to hold his hands– if she initiates first.
▪︎ His sensitivity are like hidden traits. So…
-Blinking rapidly = emotional overwhelm
-Rubbing his sternum (Breastbone) = guilt or grief
-Humming old hymns = self-soothing
✧Personality✧
B33 is warm-hearted, deeply kind, and fiercely loyal! Especially to those he considers family (bees included). But his personality isn’t just about sunshine, it has layers.
▪︎ Always listens fully when someone talks
▪︎ Caring to an almost motherly degree: Remembers birthdays, brings neighbors soup if they're sick, comforts animals without thinking
▪︎ He radiates peace
▪︎ He’s fiercely protective of nature and those he cares about. Very compassionate and protective.
Protection and loyalty! To his hives, absolutely hostile and will become protective. To people who’ve earned his trust, he’d take a bullet for them without hesitation. Anyone threatening what matters to him, that calm love of his turns into something terrifying real fast. So, be careful what you do and the action. B33 also has a little quirky personality too: Loves small joys, a beautiful sunrise makes him tear up. Finding wildflowers blooming where there weren't any before, makes him smile like Christmas came early.
B33 isn’t naturally chatty. He speaks when necessary– not out of shyness or coldness, but because he processes things deeply and prefers silence. His voice is low and warm when he does talk (rarely loud), but conversation doesn’t come easily to him.
▪︎ B33 communicates through actions more than words. Often quiet but deeply empathetic.
▪︎ Tends to watch and wait instead of speaking first, like watching bees work.
▪︎ Feels emotions deeply: Both his own and when sensing others– but rarely shows it
▪︎ Very observant man
▪︎ He’ll sacrifice his speech: The more he channels the Hivemind, the more words feel heavy and useless. This became a problem! For example, B33 wants to tell Lily how much she means… But his throat seals shut.
▪︎ Communication style: Mostly nonverbal; Hands-on gestures, eye contact, touch, etc. He’ll only do this to those closest (Lily and friends). Only talks more during important moments (confessions, arguments, defending Lily and close friends). With strangers, practically mute unless forced to speak. Even then, short replies max.
✧Summary✧
Author’s note: What you’ll see is under progress summary. So there’ll be changes here and there and always improve.
B33 was one of the creations from Mr. FRIEND’s biomass at the facility. An owner from another city wanted a Friend companion: Heard about the Ads and how “Great” it is. So, they spent $100 (Present time, it's “$300”) and filed what they wanted for their Friend companion. The facility got the creation going and a month later, this model is ready to be shipped. During the transit, something happened that made B33 fall off the back of the truck. The package crashed down the hill and landed roughly against a tree. Resting at the bottom of the grassy hill, the A.I chip that’s inserted in B33’s brain, shattered and caused him to wake up: Bursting out from the package violently. Panting, confused and the overwhelmed emotion getting to him, causes B33 to enrage but he calmed down, controlling his inner feral beast successfully. B33 is more afraid than confusion. B33 ventures into the small woods, hoping to find something or someone.
As B33 traversed into the woods, the storm rolled in swiftly– thunder roared and winds picked up. Until a lightning strike hit an old oak tree, the air smelled different near that spot. B33 smelled something sweet, so he followed the scent and as he got closer to the source, he spotted the old oak tree that was struck by lightning. Curious, he walked toward the scorched remains… Thick with pollen even though no flowers bloomed there. B33 was fascinated with the tree and looked into the oak tree’s hollowed out hole– He’d noticed something about the hole, its trunk had been hollowed out by centuries of wind and rot, he could tell it was old by simple scan. Until he hears something, sounds like humming, it's hard to make out what it is but something deeper inside the hole. The lightning had opened up roots… revealing very old carvings covered in moss: Bee symbols. Circles within circles. Words he never recognized… At the center, a single wooden hive frame left perfectly intact– as if untouched for ages. B33 doesn't know what it is and doesn't know why it’s in a tree… But he reached out– his fingers brushing the old hive frame.. A pulse of warmth– like sunlight after a long winter– shot through his body. Not painful but overwhelming: Like every nerve in his skin woke up for the first time.
He heard a voice; It's not loud nor angry. Something old, like an ancient being speaking to him. Thousands of them, whispering all at once, like a chorus that didn’t speak English, but somehow B33 understood what they’re saying and then went silent. When he blinked back to reality…
He was on his knees inside a hollow tree, breathing fast, skin tingling… But nothing physically hurt him. The only difference, something deep inside him now buzzed– not metaphorically. Like an extra heartbeat syncopated with nature itself. B33 stood up and stepped back, slowly– being overwhelmed by what he saw, what he heard. Strangely… it gave him a purpose, to keep the nature balance, keep the honeybees safe from any threats: Care for them… dearly. B33 carefully walked away from the hollowed tree and kept moving, to find someone or something to rest at. Something buzzed inside him, deep inside– it's like someone or something is guiding him to a nearby town. As B33 kept walking and being guided, he ended up at the outskirts of a small town– a small sign said “Welcome to Whistle Hollow”. B33 tilted his head in wonders until a heavy rain struck his head, interrupting his wonders. The storms have started, drenching B33– making him run to the nearest house. As he walked up to the porch, he knocked roughly– like his life is in great dangers. The door opened slightly until it opened widely, B33 was greeted by a short, old man– looking very grouchy. B33 did some posture, showing his apology. The old man gave him a brow and studied his appearance: B33 wearing patient-like clothing and showing his exposed “Parts”. Old man became unsettled by the appearance– “Listen here kid, I don’t have time-”
“Please…”
The old man paused and stared at the tall, mystery figure. B33 showing grief and confusion. B33 came closer and reached out to the old man: Not violent, just gentle reach. The old man stepped back which made B33 stop and realize humans might like that sudden action. He made a low hum, “I’m sorry”. With that said, B33 backed away, his head is lower– Trying not to make eye contact with the old man. Until, he got stopped with a shout.
“Hey! You know what… come inside. I’ll let you stay for a night– away from the weather”
B33 raised his head and turned around. His eyes glistened and came inside quickly. Soon the door closed behind them, the old man, he introduced himself. “Elias Thornfield Huxley… Just call me Huxley, kid. Now, go sit down on the couch. I’ll fetch you something. Don’t go crazy inside my house.” Huxley grumbles and walks into the kitchen. B33 got stiff from Huxley’s introduction but he relaxed and headed over to a chair and sat patiently until old Huxley. It took many minutes until Huxley came out to the living room and set a warm milk in front of B33– the smell of sweetness aroused, triggering something deep inside B33. It causes B33 to take the cup, “Thank you…” as he blows gently and takes a small sip. The sweetness from the warm milk filled him up with warmth and happiness.
After slow talks, Huxley realizes B33 is telling the truth; Being confused and lost. Huxley doesn’t know what’s going on outside the small, countryside town, he scoffs and places his hand gently on B33’s broad-shoulder.
“Let me teach you something, kid. I don’t know where you came from but when I teach you beekeeping, you’ll start a new life here. Hoping the folks here give you warm-welcome. You’re a mysterious, silent figure.”
Next day, with the storm calmed down, Huxley taught B33 everything: how bees communicate, how they make honey, even how their colonies organize. As years went by, B33 became the beekeeper to take good care of honeybees; The bees react differently around B33, like he’s a father figure or god to them. B33 enjoys his apiary so much, he’s grateful to take this new life. But, Huxley died three years ago– B33 keeps one of his wooden smoker pipes on display near the front porch… and lights it sometimes when he talks to "Huxley" like he’s still there. B33 felt awful to lose a good friend; The bees felt his emotion and became a little agitated and some flew over to B33 and landed on him, to “Comfort” their father. B33 smiled as he saw some bees landed on him.
In a low tone, “I will take good care of this land, Huxley.”
Pls i have been dreaming of this i swear on life...
SMUT BELOW
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You were trying to be funny, by funny I mean talking shit about the Jester. To his face.
Now your bound by a leash, arms tied behind your back, face smooshed against the sheets beneath you as your ass is exposed to the Jester, conpletely at his mercy.
You found it sort of unfair that he had all of his clothes on still, yet you didn't, so naturally, you had something to say.
" This aint fair-!! " You try and use your untied legs to push away yet his grip doesn't allow that. " Just wait til Pierrot finds what you're doing-! You meanie!! " You feel a sharp sting on your arse that makes you yelp as he slaps you.
" Sure yes, I'm aware he won't like the fact that I am toying with his little pet, but maybe once he sees the obedience I am able to force you into, maybe he'll appreciate it. " He hums, his fingers getting dangerously close to your entrance.
" Y-you wouldn't dare!! " To which he chuckles.
" Oh really? " One finger plunges into your soaking hole, the force slightly startling you, causing you to gasp.
" Oh wow, so tight aren't we? I don't think even Pierrot got his chance yet, has he? " He continues to plunge his finger into you over and over again before adding another, you can't help but drool into the sheets as his fingers hit you in all the right places.
Your hips try to stay at his rythm, bucking back to meet his fingers, he grins deeper at your reaction yet pulls his fingers back out, causing you to whine.
" Mh, still so bratty, huh? Maybe I need a little more to break you... Just know, dear pet. I desire to keep going until you crumble, until you beg me to stop. Who knows, I might just keep going to hear your pathetic begging.. " His grip on your arse tightens at his own words.
He yanks your leash before you have any chance to speak, pulling you up and towards him, on your knees, facing away from him as youre held up against his body.
" What the h-hell are you doing- Ah! " Another sting hits your thigh this time.
" Such foul language, its okay, ill have your mouth spew incomphrensible nonsense in no time. " He grins against your ear, his grip on the leash tightening.
His other hand moves, seemingly to unbuckle his pants. Next thing you know, you feel something big against your back, you have a feeling you know exactly what that is.
" Do you want to submit to me now or keep this little game up? Im alright with either, my dear pet. "
Your silenced defiance sparked even more drive in him to break you, to which he quickly lifts your hips over his cock and quickly impales you in one move, catching you off guard.
You mewled at the intrusion, your hands helplessly turning into fists, unable to grab at anything.
He didn't give you a second to adjust, you didn't deserve it.
" Such interesting noises... where's the fight I saw in you just a moment ago now, pet? " His claws dig into you, drawing pricks of blood as he forces you onto his cock, over and over again.
Your head falls back against his shoulder, your eyes squeezed shut from the girth of his cock, even so, you clenched around him repeatedly from the pleasurable experience.
" My, so desperate~ " One of his hands reach up to your chin, pulling you even closer against him, his head at your side as he continues to thrust himself inside of you again. " P-please-it feels so good-! " You squealed desperately when he pounded into you harder.
" Oh? You're begging to me? I didn't expect you to submit to me so nicely, but darling if you want me to let you feel good, you're gonna have to work for it. " His eyes darken as his claws dig into you deeper, causing you to gasp and moan, exactly the reaction he wanted from you.
Just then, the flap of his tent was heard as it was opened, to which his hips pause, yet he is still inside of you, paying attention to the newcomer from his side.
" Ah, Bil, did you need anything? Or did you want to use this little doll too? " He asks casually, the Ticket Taker takes in the scene before him, before getting closer.
" I suppose I have the time, do you think they can even handle us both? " He comes to your side, moving a strand of hair out of your face.
" She'll be good, won't you pet? " He pulls your head back further against him, his claws digging into your chin slightly, daring you to talk back.
" You can take her mouth, i'll continue to use her here, yes? " The Ticket Taker nods and gets in front of you as the Jester pushes you down towards the bed quite roughly, elicting a noise of discomfort from you, though, the Jester then continued thrusting into you once again, causing you to let out a choked whimper.
The Ticket Taker takes out his cock in front of you, the Jester hands him the leash connected to your collar to which he gladly takes, forcing you closer, " Come now, dear guest. You know what to do. " He orders you to suck him off, in which you take him in your mouth despite glaring at him slightly.
The Jesters grip on your hands tightens, drilling into you harder whilst you moan around the Ticket Takers cock, in which he pulls you further, causing you to choke on him slightly, you swear you hear his breaths get heavier.
" I feel you squeezing me repeatedly, are you close, pet?~ " You buck your hips against him, signaling your need for release whilst he chuckles.
" You better hold it, unless you want me to continue even after your high. " His voice drops an octave, smacking your arse in the process, your yelp being turned into a muffled whimper.
The Ticket Takers fingers grab at your scalp, now forcing you to take all of him, tears falling down your cheeks as he watches your face from beneath his mask, his breathing slightly heavy.
You feel yourself getting closer and closer, you're hoping and praying that the Jester is close too, you don't know if you can hold it anymore.
" Gonna cum? " He seems to be mocking you. You don't know if he's close or not, but anyway you nod vigorously around Bil.
He doesn't tell you not to come, in which makes you think it's okay to, oh how wrong you were.
You tensed up, your orgasm taking over you as you spasm around him and Ticket Taker, to which Bil finally releases inside of your mouth, still not letting off, forcing you to swallow every drop, however, the Jester wasn't done.
After a while of riding out your high, Bil pulls out of your mouth, freeing you of being able to let out your noises, when you start getting overwhelmed with the pleasure is when you notice the Jester isn't stopping, nor does he seem like stopping anytime soon.
" How pitiful, you're not really a good listener now are you? " He grins, continuing to thrust into you as your whimpers grow louder, " B-but- you didn't say n-not to-!! " You squirm, the overstimulation getting to you as he chuckles at your pathetic display, the Ticket Taker pulls at the leash, forcing you to look up at him.
" Don't you want to be good and let him finish? If not we'll have to punish you again. " His hand comes up to cup your cheek, wiping the stray tears from your face as you whimper from the intense stimulation you're recieving.
You feel the Jester slam into you harder, you guess that he's getting close, no, you hope he is.
" I'm getting closer pet, just hold out a little longer, won't you? " You practically fall limp, the only thing keeping you from collapsing is the Jesters hold on your tied up arms, and the Ticket Takers grip on your chin.
After what feels like a really long while, you feel warmth develope in your womb, your body shaking like a leaf as the Jester continues to fuck you through his own high.
After fucking his seed into you does he finally let go of your arms, your body falling forward and slipping from the Ticket Takers hand onto the bed.
" Hm, would you mind changing the sheets and taking care of them, i'll take care of anything else in the circus for now. " He orders the Ticket Taker as he pulls his pants up, in which he nods, untying your arms as he lifts you into his lap, the Jester leaving the tent.
" Are you alright? " He pats your head thats lying against his shoulder.
" Mph... " Is the only thing you can muster, he sits there with you on his lap, only when you fall asleep is when he decides to take care of the sheets.
i decided to stop being shy. There's no doubt that I'm a loyal pet to you Puppeteer. I'm just unsure what to call you without feeling embarrassed. Master, Aya, husband... Honestly I use all of these. 🫣
Call me whatever you wish, my little fox, I already know exactly how you are when you're with me. Being under me and claiming your reward like a good pet ~
that's my good girl, remembering how to beg properly for me
They leaned in, capturing her in a lingering, passionate kiss, their hands gently enclosed hers, holding them in place with quiet confidence and to ensure she wouldn't touch without permission
i decided to stop being shy. There's no doubt that I'm a loyal pet to you Puppeteer. I'm just unsure what to call you without feeling embarrassed. Master, Aya, husband... Honestly I use all of these. 🫣
Call me whatever you wish, my little fox, I already know exactly how you are when you're with me. Being under me and claiming your reward like a good pet ~
i decided to stop being shy. There's no doubt that I'm a loyal pet to you Puppeteer. I'm just unsure what to call you without feeling embarrassed. Master, Aya, husband... Honestly I use all of these. 🫣
Call me whatever you wish, my little fox, I already know exactly how you are when you're with me. Being under me and claiming your reward like a good pet ~
Meet Enzo Verrill, very bright fella but full of tricks and sly actions. Also a bit crazy too :) He'll be part of this new project I'm working on the side where he knows Hydris, Acran and Syri.
[ Artfight 2026 ] My friendly fire to my roommate, @foxtatopuff :) I wanted to draw her TFC OC, Whimsy with my OC, J4mbor3e! Being together in sunflower field :)
Kyubi the foxxo @foxtatopuff - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag
