It's gonna get messy

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muses. interest check. ( I will NOT be brave enough to send anything without this. ) rules.

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the  change  in  demeanor  is  a  huge  difference  now  that  no  one  else  is  around.  as  Staccato  gets  closer  she  can't  help  but  squeal  &&  kick  her  legs  a  little,  now  looking  up  at  them  with  big  shining  eyes.

“I  dunnooo,  I  think  yew've  been  a  good  puppy  today!  yew  could've  grabbed  me  anytime..  but  ya  didn't.”  her  paws  rub  against  the  others  chest,  idle  contact  as  they  muse  aloud.  “I  guess  I  was  the  one  who  failed  to  resist,  huh?”  perhaps  a  little  part  of  the  plush  wanted  to  see  if  enticing  the  toon  was  possible  -  see  if  the  pheromones  would  work  Staccato  up.  what  they  didn't  expect  was  the  impulsive  decision  to  press  against  him  like  that,  funny  how  heats  work.

nuzzling  into  her  hand,  Poochie  watches  them  fondly.  “y'unno,  once  I  know  the  ropes..  I  might  just  let  yew  break  me  in.”  at  least,  whatever  'breaking  a  toy'  implies.  but  given  just  how  hot  the  moment  was  there  was  no  denying  that  it  left  a  shiver  in  her  tail.

then,  without  so  much  as  a  warning  -  one  of  those  plush  peets  come  up  to  press  softly  against  the  toon's  crotch.  a  little  bit  of  rubbing  to  spark  things  back  up.  all  while  giving  a  little  kiss  on  the  nose.

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Immediately her tail began to wag at being called good. She was a good puppy today, there were multiple times today she want to just sink her teeth in the plush and go at it. But she resisted..until now.

Their touch made her release a s. Admittedly the little kisses kept a little something alive, but the rubbing she was doing definitely helping more. What was with them and her nose? Staccato buried herself into the crook of her neck, shifting the ribbon around, doing little bites in between. The dog needed to taste as much of her as possible.

Their own hand went to Poochie's slit onces more tracing the exterior, making sure to pay particular attention to their dick, small strokes to get her used to the sensation of someone else touching her. Staccato kissed up to her ear, taking another nip and giving it a gentle pull before whispering. "Yeah I can definitely break ya in sweetheart."

Without waiting for a response Staccato went for a kiss on their lips. If this had been any other occasion the toon would of took her time and really let the plush set the pace. But they were in heat and Staccato had breath it in all day without action. Really who could blame her. She deepend it further immediately, letting her tongue slide into the other's mouth.

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no one say shit about the art imma about to make for this stacc and poochie thread

[pchmfans]

she  could  only  assume  how  frustrating  it  is  to  postpone  it  a  little  further  but-  it  was  special  to  Poochie!  just  as  special  as  they  view  the  opportunity  to  do  this  with  Staccato.  while  the  toon  tossed  the  cash,  the  fluff  ball  made  quick  work  on  how  they'd  be  leaving  without  anything  unusual  seen.  &&  that's  with  the  snap  of  their  fingers;  alerting  the  Bearhug  instantly  as  it  perks.  “could  yew  be  a  dear  and  escort  us  back?”  it's  all  they  have  to  say  -  in  a  moments  notice  the  two  are  scooped  up  by  large  arms;  meanwhile  the  plush  themselves  uses  that  tail  as  a  coverup.

the  ride  back  was  painless  enough,  maybe  more  than  painless  considering  Poochie  couldn't  help  but  be  all  over  him.  practically  doting  over  the  toon  with  endless  giddy  kisses.

&&  finally,  the  full  privacy  of  Poochie's  room.  the  amount  of  pink  &&  all  things  cute  is  a  given  -  along  with  how  lavish  it  all  looks.  the  size  of  the  bed  feels  a  bit  overkill  though,  seeing  as  when  she  gets  comfortable  they  look  no  less  than  some  cuddle  stuffy  placed  after  a  bed  gets  made.  still,  they  instantly  make  grabby  hands  for  her.  tail  sweeping  idly  against  the  sheets  as  lashes  flutter.

“c'mere,  cutie!”

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Being carried by the Bearhug was not how he thought this night would go. Being kissed peppered kiss by Poochie was also not on that list. It was so much better, unreal even.

Then they were standing in her room. Pink and expensive. Damn that mascot money was no joke. The toon felt like a sore thumb amongst it all. Black, white, and red against the cutesy scenery. If they were more themselves their insecurities would start to eat at them, and their was an inkling of it starting worm it's way in. Thankfully instinct overruled self-loathing

Staccato made his way onto their bed, crawling over them. He took moment to enjoy the view of them under him. The thought of someone as cute and nice as the plush wanting anything to do with them? Especially this?

"I don't think I'm the cutie here." Staccato cupped her face with a gloved hand. "You've been following me around all day, smelling this good. Do y'know how hard it's been t'keep my hands off ya?"

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one  bold  stunt  begs  for  another.  Poochie  has  had  plenty  of  time  to  herself  to  explore  what  they  enjoy  -  what  best  gets  them  off.  though  it's  a  whole  other  experience  when  feeling  the  touch  of  another.  they  don't  know  what  to  expect  &&  the  thrill  it  gives  only  makes  it  better.  the  toy  hadn't  even  noticed  the  perky  excitement  that  nestled  under  her  pudgy  stomach;  the  stroke  causes  a  full  body  jolt  -  biting  back  an  embarrassing  sound.  why  is  this  so  hot?

the  tease  of  what's  to  come  has  her  mind  in  a  haze.  nothing  but  clouded  with  that  pesky  heat  &&  desires  that  normally  get  buried.  but  as  Staccato  speaks  something  clicks,  a  moment  of  clarity.  “w-wait,  we  shouldn't..”  it  was  too  exposing  to  fool  around  like  this.  anxiety  bubbled  at  the  thought  of  her  inexperience  getting  them  caught.

Poochie  reaches  up  to  paw  at  the  toon,  head  tilting  just  right  so  they  can  press  a  kiss  against  her  jaw.  “..  can  we  take  this  back  to  my  place?  it's  embarrassing  but-  I've  never  gotten  this  intimate  before.”

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Poochie's words were met with a small grumble, still she removed her hand. It was risky for sure, but Staccato wouldn't have let them get caught. He wanted to add that leaving would be hard given that someone had caused a wet spot on his pants. The frustration bled a familiar anger, quelled only slightly by her kiss.

'never gotten this intimate before.'

The anger immediately turned inward as it usually always found it's way. It was the plush's first time she almost wasted it in a seedy bar. Poor fuzzball, she absolutely deserved better. It's definitely something Staccato would regret later, and she only assumed Poochie would too.

"Yeah, okay. Okay. Let's go back t'your place." However that was a regret for a later Staccato to feel shitty about. Present Staccato was pulled too far in by the smell of the heat. Both gloved hands removed themselves to dig in her pockets. The toon found whatever cash they had on hand dropping it out of the bar.

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this  felt  like  a  hazy  fantasy  they'd  have  in  a  nap,  being  out  in  public  while  getting  manhandled  like  a  little  plaything.  if  Poochie  isn't  careful  she  may  just  start  to  drool  -  almost  like  how  another  area  on  their  body  is  currently  doing.

that  soft,  squishy  stomach  has  easy  give  &&  it  only  flusters  the  toy  more.  a  jolting  thrill  when  sandwiched  between  the  counter  &&  him.  maybe  she's  a  bit  easy  with  having  no  experience,  but  her  head  couldn't  help  but  be  cluttered  with  how  unbelievably  hot  this  is.  greedily  enough,  Poochie  wanted  more.

“no  I..  I  wouldn't  let  just  anyone..”  having  a  bit  of  standards  along  with  the  Bearhugs  protection  has  kept  it  that  way  for  a  long  while  now,  this  would  be  the  very  first  in  their  book.  so  it's  no  wonder  that  the  moment  Poochie  feels  how  hard  he's  getting  -  she  presses  down  firmly  in  a  small  grind,  whimpering  at  the  taste  of  friction.  “-  it's  just,  I  want  yew.”  then  another,  trying  to  be  subtle  while  that  slick  slit  tries  to  take  him  through  those  pants  &&  ultimately  failing.

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Staccatos grip on her grew firmer. Fuck. Fuck. The plush was being bolder than she anticipated. Sure that had idea about what she wanted to do to them, but she thought Poochie would run off at this point. A low growl started in their throat. Not one of anger, just frustration and need.

A heat could make anyone say or do insane shit just to get some, but the fact that she wanted her? That she sought him out specifically? There was a instinctual possessiveness that was threatening to overcome her. The toon needed to calm down and steady herself.

She needed to take Poochie into the bathroom stall and fuck her there.

There's a middle ground she had to settled for. Staccato lowered their hand further until it brushed against her dick. Tempting, but not what she was looking for for now. Still she made sure to give it a passing stroke as the gloved hand found it's way to her slit. Jackpot.

Staccato tsked rubbing a finger around around the entrance. Not penetrating yet, just teasing and letting their finger collect the slick. "Ya gonna have t'be really careful with your next few words babe. I have a bad habit of breakin' my toys."

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many  have  tried  getting  this  physical  -  normally  by  now  a  Bearhug  would  have  someone's  hand  in  a  death-grip  for  getting  such  an  idea.  in  Staccato's  case  however  this  at  best  gets  a  small  glance  from  one  of  the  brutes  on  duty  across  the  bar.  they  know  the  signs  of  the  plush  feeling  uncomfortable  all  too  well  &&  yet,  the  large  teddy  bear  steps  up  only  for  its  turn  at  a  pool  table.  no  longer  paying  attention.

Poochie  is  all  too  receptive  when  touched,  the  squeeze  elicits  a  hitch  of  breath.  a  feeling  that  goes  straight  to  her  lower  belly.  they  SHOULD  know  better,  it  can  be  awfully  risky  to  be  out  when  in  heat.  but  compared  to  those  the  fluff  ball  trusts  there  was  no  denying  it,  she  really  did  find  safety  in  this  toon.  which  might  be  the  reason  for  her  stepping  out  of  a  comfort  zone  for  once.

their  ear  flicks,  everything  about  this  is  leaving  them  awfully  warm.  it's  almost  a  little  pathetic,  Staccato  barely  did  anything;  but  if  she  pays  attention,  her  lap  is  getting  a  bit  damp  now.  &&  Poochie  does  nothing  but  press  their  back  against  her  chest,  voice  quiet.

“maybe..  I-I  do  want  that  kind  of  attention?”

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Well shit. They barley did anything yet, but Poochie's excitement was becoming evident. Her scent was already beginning to have a better intoxicating effect than the alcohol. There was an undeniable animal instinct to just take her over the counter now. Of course he couldn't, this was still one of only places with cheap prices that hadn't banned him.

Didn't mean he couldn't push the limits. Staccato gave a quick glance around the bar, no eyes on them and the Bearhugs seemed preoccupied, perfect. Swiftly they pushed their chair in further close enough for the counter to push into plush's stomach. It left little wiggle room.

Nothing to see here, just a dog and his favorite toy.

"Ya sure about that?" His tone remained hushed as his hand moved from her hip to her lower stomach applying a little pressure again, last chance. "C'mon doll, your a good girl, ya don't just want any degenerate t'defile ya."

Staccato's hand pressed further into her stomach as he leaned over her adding more into the trapped nature. More so she could feel how hard they were becoming. He nipped their ear lightly. "You are way too pretty t'want what I wanna give ya."

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@hctchpctch ✦ cont.

it's  nothing  new  when  it  comes  to  this  hormonal  cycle  -  except  that  Poochie  is  normally  alone  around  this  time,  mostly  keeping  to  herself  for  the  sake  of  being  discreet.  that  &&  the  Bearhugs  didn't  trust  the  little  toy  to  be  around  others  when  so  vulnerable.  they  know  all  too  well  of  the  kind  of  people  Poochie  can  attract.

but  there's  no  denying  that  they've  been  growing  particularly  fond  of  Staccato.  he's  rough  around  the  edges,  sure,  but  they  mean  well  &&  that's  what  counts  to  the  plush.  not  to  mention,  it's  really  cute  whenever  she  catches  a  glimpse  of  that  tail  wagging..

it  couldn't  hurt  to  indulge  in  some  contact,  could  it?  granted  -  Poochie  hardly  knows  what  to  do  with  this  kind  of  flirting.  what  they  DID  know  is  that  Staccato  was  warm  &&  smelled  really,  really  good  right  now.

legs  shift  to  straddle  this  seat,  all  while  leaning  back  with  a  gentle  giggle.  stubbornly  pressing  close  as  her  lower  back  arches.  “awe,  whyy-  is  it  uncomfortable?  if  it  is  I'll  stop.”  it's  not  completely  innocent,  but  it's  still  a  cautious  test  of  waters.  the  itch  of  instinct.

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Staccato sucked in a breath through her teeth, okay, definitely on purpose. There wasn't another attempt to move her. Her scent was definitely contributing to poor decision making.

"Didn't say all that." Her hand went to the plushie's hip, giving a it a small squeeze. Playful, of course and maybe a bit of a small warning.

"Just....ya really should know betta'." Act right Staccato, Behave. She brought her drink to her lips and gulping the rest down before slamming it on the counter. Their breath was hot against Poochie's ear, smelling of whiskey. "Don't want you to attract the wrong kind of attention."

A little teasing was fine, it was fine. The toon was just planning to scare her a little. It would be cute in her vulnerable state. She was sure that the toy would scamper off when she got overwhelmed.

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there's a different kind of smell coming from Poochie. it's sweet && heady, stronger than usual. what doesn't help is that they're once again pestering the toon - practically attached to the hip with the usual affection from the plush. this time however, she's a little daring when getting closer; && that's by taking a seat in Staccato's lap.

Despite not being the sharpest tool in the shed, Staccato wasn't an idiot. Animal instincts were apart of the package deal. Being designed with a dog mostly in mind meant his nose was particularly good, and that he knew exactly what that smell was. Those instincts were...not helping right now.

Gloved hands gripped the bar slightly trying to adjust her away from his groin. In his mind, Poochie was soft, cute, and ultimately very innocent. Something good he didn't want to ruin. Though he couldn't help but think she knew exactly what she was doing.

"Stop that." His hands went to his drink, really trying anything to keep them preoccupied. "It's been all day with you, and I'm tryin' to be nice."

That said, he made no attempt to remove her from his lap.

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Oh. Interesting.

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they knew damn well what they were doing in these frames

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they knew damn well what they were doing in these frames

[freshlybrewedrp]

UNSFW PROMPTS - Honest & Raw.

of Dom/Sub/Switch flavors || all acts are consensual. || REVERSE! highly encouraged.

DIALOGUE - dom.

"That's it, baby. You are almost there. Just a little more." "Fuck, you are so beautiful like this." "Shh, ah-ah, not a sound, baby." "God, you're fucking soaked down there." "Take it all, it's all yours." "Holy shit, your mouth is dangerous." "God, you're so fucking tight." "I want to be down here forever." "Swallow, baby, all of it." "That's my good girl." "That's my good boy." "Woah, slow down darling, I am not going anywhere." "Eyes on me. Don't you look away now." "Ask me, baby. Ask me for more. You know how to." "Louder, I can't hear you." "Show me how much you want it."

DIALOGUE- sub.

"I can't. I can't anymore. Please." "I am close. So fucking close." "Don't stop, please." "Fuck, you are vicious. I want more." "Give it to me." "If you stop right now, I am going to fucking kill you!" "God, you are in so deep." "Is that all you've got?" "Punish me." "You feel so good. I am going to lose my mind." "Stay down there, I am not done with you." "Do I taste good? Show me how much you like it." "Let me sit on your face when I cum." "Keep going. Keep fucking going."

ACTION - sender focused. (attach REVERSE! to switch roles)

sender trails kisses on receiver's stomach and leaves a trail of hickeys. sender drags their tongue over receiver's inner thigh before biting it. sender grinds on receiver from behind while both are dressed. sender grinds on receiver from behind while both are undressed. sender nibbles on receiver's earlobe while fingering the receiver. sender grunts/moans against receiver's neck while finishing inside the receiver. sender masturbates to reach an orgasm while the receiver is watching. sender chokes the receiver while fucking the receiver roughly. sender grips receiver's head while riding receiver's face. sender performs oral on receiver under the table. sender puts a pillow under receiver's hips. sender puts a blind fold on receiver. sender spends a long time kissing receiver's body. sender rides the receiver with hands handcuffed behind receiver's head.

ACTION - receiver focused. (attach REVERSE! to switch roles)

receiver pulls sender into their lap to kiss their neck. receiver tugs on sender's hair to get sender down on their knees. receiver dragging their tongue over receiver's navel to follow a trail down. receiver grips the pillow while sender is overstimulating them. receiver getting fingered by sender in a public setting. receiver performing oral on blindfolded sender. receiver orgasms while getting edged by sender. receiver spends a long time kissing sender's body. receiver spilling a drink on themselves to have sender undress them. receiver gripping the back of sender's head while fucking them in the shower. receiver gripping sender's hips to finish inside the sender. receiver kissing sender while both orgasm simultaneously.

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the  shock  didn't  last  for  long,  if  anything  it  was  unexpected  yet  -  welcome.  how  long  has  it  been  since  they've  had  a  chance  to  be  intimate  with  another?  it  feels  like  ages.  a  part  of  Moufette  was  all  too  eager  to  continue,  swallowing  back  a  small  whine  when  the  two  separated.  once  she  pieces  together  Staccato's  confusion  there's  nothing  but  a  sneering  scoff.

“what  am  I-  some  fragile  flower?”  leaning  back  &&  disheveled,  offense  shines  through  her  voice.  “if  I  didn't  want  this  you  would  be  pulp  on  the  floor,  nor  would  you  smell  the  same  after  I'm  through.”  the  toon  gets  only  but  a  moment  to  digest  those  words  before  Moufette  shoves  him  back,  climbing  on  to  straddle  their  lap  with  a  faint  press  of  the  hips.

“I  just  wasn't  expecting  it  is  all.  it's..  been  a  while.”

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Staccato breathe hitched as they took their seat. Crisis adverted, sure, now a new problem was making itself known. The toon squirmed a little depending on which her body decided to have this time, she didn't want it too obvious how much this excited her.

"With an attitude like that? Yeah babe I can see why." Of course she couldn't resist poking the bear. Being an asshole got her this far, what else could it get her? She placed her hands on the other hips. "Though I've always been a fan, to be fair."

The dog didn't know much of the Mouffette the other's spoke about. A softer version before she got herself got here. That wasn't the Mouffette that she ever had the pleasure of seeing. "Ya think you can keep up or do ya need me to go easy on ya?"

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in  her  defense,  she  wasn't  expecting  a  little  stunt  like  that  -  let  alone  something  so  bold.  the  boasting  &&  mistreatment  of  their  scarf  was  a  given,  something  to  rub  in  after  getting  the  upper  hand.  to  feel  their  leg  ushered  between  Staccato's  thighs  is  what  throws  the  mime  off  however.  freezing  in  initial  confusion  only  for  the  grinding  to  be  what  makes  it  all  click.

is  she  serious?  it  started  out  with  suggestive  themes,  sure.  but  Moufette  didn't  think  the  toon  would  actually..

instinctively,  her  hand  tightens  -  gripping  an  ear  for  dear  life  as  breathing  stutters.  the  situation  feels  unreal.  absolute  whiplash  until  the  mime  remembers  themselves,  it  would  be  weak  to  let  him  get  away  with  this  without  biting  back.  &&  that's  EXACTLY  what  they  do.  bringing  Staccato  closer  to  bite  at  her  jawline  as  they  growl  low,  tongue  rasping  faintly.  “you're  only  proving  my  point,  you  know.”

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That sudden stop also stopped him. Oh fuck did he completely misread this? Was this not flirting? Ah shit. The suggestive themes. They bit him for cripes sake! Well shit, he should apologize-

Staccato yipped at the tighter hold of his ear following their grasp to ease any of the sensation. Though they only got so far as the bite on their jaw certainly stopped them, creating a shiver down his spine. Fuck okay. Looks like he's gonna take care of that himself later. Mixed signals for sure. Reason was struggling against want, but he wasn't too far gone yet.

"!@$@-!" Even with the censor it came out far breathier than he intended. "!@#!@, I'm sorry!- I thought this was somethin' else. Absolutely feel free to kick my ass about it."

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Topagatha, where she'll take care of, guide, and be so gentle to your muse of course only if they've earned it. She's far more strict with those on worse behavior, but never mean.

Ragatha loves this because with the right people this allows her to take care of them to the fullest extent and make sure they feel loved. It's the one time where she isn't so concerned with getting this wrong and more confident she's doing everything right.

ON THE FLIP SIDE It's actually hard for her to fully release control without the need to take back over. Not that she won't relent, but she doesn't feel the most comfortable having someone try and meet her needs.

I think this is the only thing she keeps a little close to her chest, but degradation helps her come around to it a lot. The idea she's being used and that she is 'bad' for wanting this does help ease that part of her mind that already does that for her in a non-sexy way.

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now  this  is  just  sad.  for  someone  with  so  much  bark  Staccato  proves  to  show  little  fight  when  it  comes  to  the  mime  giving  him  a  good  shine  for  that  smart  talk.  far  too  easy  -  they  relish  in  the  moment  of  power.  teeth  digging  in  as  she  shivers  when  their  hips  buck  together;  what  would  be  an  intimate  gesture  had  it  not  been  for  the  two  at  each  others  throats.

then  the  world  is  turned  over  in  a  matter  of  seconds  as  Moufette  finds  themselves  underneath  -  with  the  toon  trying  to  tear  up  her  scarf.  considering  it's  never  on  too  tight  it  eventually  unravels  &&  the  skunk  can't  help  but  rasp  out  a  rough  laugh.  burying  a  hand  in  Staccato's  hair  in  an  attempt  to  tug  at  her  ears.  “-little  freak!  you  just-  can't  help  yourself,  can  you??”

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Staccato grinned victoriously, shaking their head letting the scarf whip around in the air before tossing it to the side. She managed to wrestle one of Moufette's legs between hers. The shiver was a good sign, especially since the brawl wasn't stopped by the contact. That meant she could push it further.

"I'M the freak? Babe you're the one failing to hand out obedience classes. Ya about to find out how bad of a dog I can be." There was a defiant joy in their voice. The violence, the action, the promise of reprimands later. Unfortunately she was weak to it all. Staccato rutted against the skunks leg, a satisfying friction.

She wasn't too concerned with the others hand just yet, she was gonna get as much out of this for herself as she could.