✦ backstage pass.

the spicy sideblog to pchms. 18+ only.

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keeping this to DASH ONLY !

same rules apply from @pchms, this is its feisty sideblog.

threads will be placed underneath a read more to keep things nice and tidy.

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The rabbit was still wrestling with the feeling that he was going to regret this, but that fear was melting away- and fast. Something about the ‘my brave knight’ thing… he liked that.

He should touch them more? Oh-ho, he would…

Jax was surprised by the amount of heat that was growing warmer and warmer between his legs by the second. He still wasn’t used to the feeling- it had been a long time- but now that it was back, it was back with a hell of a passion.

He leaned forward with Poochie in his arms, shivering from her muzzle’s nudging. He let them know he had that bulge by pressing it against their leg, and a grin spread across his blush-tinted face. With them lying beneath him, his hands on either side of her, he gave his reply.

“I’ll touch ya more, Smoochie… if you do the same… and keep up ‘the princess and her knight’ game. It’s been tooooo long since somebody called me brave, you know. Maybe that’s what made me so hard.”

Jax’s grin widened, hips grinding forward a few times, rubbing against their leg. He lowered himself onto his forearms and deciding shifting so his knees supported his lower half was better for the moment. He moved his hand lower on her body and scratched just above where their pretty parts would be. He started gently, hardly touching her, but put a bit more pressure into the motion gradually.

“Soooo, Princess Poochie… do you have any tasks for your brave, handsome knight~?”

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oh-  so  her  little  tampering  with  the  player's  code  DID  work  after  all.  it  was  almost  like  flipping  a  switch.  simple  &&  quiet,  just  to  see  if  something  interesting  came  up  in  the  future.  now  Poochie  was  faced  with  quite  the  new  proposition  -  heat  muddling  with  a  sign  of  excitement  now  pressed  against  them.

ever  since  the  mention  of  the  act  the  plush  has  been  nothing  but  curious  of  why  they  seek  this  out  so  much.  even  now,  she  lets  out  a  soft  squeal  of  giggles;  going  with  the  motions  &&  grinding  to  replicate  what  Jax  is  doing.  albeit  messier.  “eee-  yew're  being  so  vulgar!!”  it  sounds  so  scandalous,  so  risky  -  but  she  has  to  adapt  to  this  foreign  activity.  no  matter  how  bashful  these  straying  hands  make  them.

“silly  knight,  I  don't  really  know  what  I'm  doin'...!”  he  seems  keen  on  touching  near  the  space  of  her  crotch  however,  to  this  they  lift  those  hips  a  little.  almost  offering  the  little  brush  of  intimacies  tucked  away  in  fur.  something  warm  &&  silicone  in  texture.  “but  I  don't  mind  if  yew  do  what  yew  like-  I  am  the  reward,  after  all.”

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@xxxpartner ✦ cont.

the  tone  isn't  a  surprise.  she  knows  how  cranky  it  gets,  &&  maybe  that's  just  one  of  the  reasons  why  she  likes  pestering  them  so  much.  reactions  from  Battat  are  always  amusing-  no  matter  the  kind.  even  in  the  accusative  light  on  sneaking  in  advertisements  the  plush  responds  with  a  nip  of  the  arm,  now  pouting.  “with  how  much  yew  stink,  I  think  it's  an  improvement.”

Battat's  scent  was  strong  for  them,  yes;  but  it  was  far  from  offensive.  if  anything  it  was  driving  Poochie  mad.  finding  it  harder  to  resist  contact  by  the  second.

fortunately  -  the  two  were  the  only  ones  in  the  room.  still  a  bit  risky  when  it  comes  to  a  sudden  visitor,  but  it  shouldn't  hurt  to  push  that  luck  &&  be  more  forward  on  what's  on  the  mind.  so  when  nuzzles  &&  nudging  fails;  in  comes  the  gesture  of  sitting  in  his  lap.  bringing  a  damp  feeling  as  plush  thighs  squeeze  a  little.  “so..?  do  yew  wanna  mess  around  or  what.”

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also dude how am i in the mood for rotating poochie and nsfw but still cant write. girl.. free me.

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poochie would cuddle and doze while cockwarming, send tweet.

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poochie is real greedy about oral. she has a pretty stubborn gag flex so she likes to fit in all they can, they also don't mind being face fucked. she loves being a cocksleeve.

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hai haiiii i went and made an f-list ( im kinda meh with the site but its the only one with just about any kink there is ) so check it out here!

i'll add it to my pinned at some point but basically, consider it like this.

fave - i love it! yipee

yes - im chill and find it pretty normal by my terms.

maybe - im willing to hear suggestions, im kink friendly but i gotta know in advance so im not out of the loop.

no - please avoid these with me. thank u.

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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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every  gesture  was  something  new,  feeling  them  nuzzle  into  her  neck  had  the  plush  gasping  &&  clinging  close.  it  left  her  feeling  hot,  restless  -  keening  low  at  the  small  nips.  the  real  deal  was  nothing  like  the  depravity  Poochie  would  indulge  in  online.  in  fact;  it  almost  felt  unreal.

at  the  feeling  of  her  hand,  their  hips  jolt.  it  was  shameless  really,  how  slick  it  had  become  after  all  the  drooling  pre-cum.  compared  to  Staccato  she  just  can't  keep  still  with  all  the  squirming  &&  messy  ruts  to  meet  him  in  the  middle,  it  only  gets  worse  when  the  toon  pulls  her  into  a  hungry  kiss.  eagerly  welcoming  the  intruder-  with  the  faint  taste  of  booze  lingering.  the  plush  was  never  one  for  the  essence  of  alcohol  yet.  as  long  as  it  was  coming  from  Staccato  she  couldn't  care  any  less.

the  kiss  is  what  really  kicks  Poochie  into  that  heated  frenzy.  so  intimate,  so  close  -  they  can't  resist  the  way  those  paws  desperately  reach  to  bury  in  his  hair.  pulling,  embracing.  it's  nothing  short  of  passionate  &&  bordering  something  emotionally  pent  up.  even  going  so  far  as  to  use  their  legs  to  hook  around  his  body  so  every  part  of  them  was  as  close  as  possible.  a  whiny,  muffled  sound  escaping.

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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@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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@fircballs replied to your post “sparing the main from heathen thoughts but funnily...”:

do NOT silence her. god forbid a girl want to get a little bred

her virgin woes fall on my deaf ears. if she wants it so bad go to the bakery. 🙄

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sparing the main from heathen thoughts but funnily enough with all the breeding related talk poochie is practically ovulating over here like. 'when is it MY turn to get knocked up.'

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she is ONCE AGAIN nagging me about getting mating pressed, i need u to shut up girl.