Mar 20, 2023
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noise activated tail
I want a BBQKetchup bitty with a little tail! Scenario please! AAAAHH I'm SO excited!
(AAA I LOVE BBQKETCHUP BLESS YOUR SOUL ALSO YES TAILBONE WIGGLES ARE MY L I F E)
You walk in with a specific bitty type in mind. SwapFell Papyrus and Tale Sans hybrid shouldn’t be too much of a request, right? And there should be some kind of tailbone extension gene, maybe? Your doubts hit you when you came in and couldn’t see any tails under their clothes.
You’re approached by a concerned Coin that looks up at you with a Canadian penny. Not rare, but not common. You laugh at the small lamia and take his offering. With a little chirp, he slithers off to the front desk, disappearing behind it.
As you follow him, you see that he’s hanging out with many hybrids. There was one full size HoneyVenom under there, but the rest were bitties. You spot that there’s a BBQKetchup bitty looking at you from the corner. He has a small hole in his baggy shirt and you see a small coccyx wagging slowly, though quite low as he seems shy. You begin to approach him but freeze when you feel a hand on your head.
You get out from under the desk and meet eye to eye with Myst, the owner of the hand on your head. They flash a sly smile at you.
“Sorry bud, Coin’s not for sale. I know he’s cute, but he’s taken.”
You look at them with a confused expression. You know Coin, you know that he has a SOUL bond with Myst, so you reassure them that you didn’t expect to get him. You go back under and point to the BBQKetchup bitty that looked sad that you left for a moment.
“Ooo, you’re interested in Rusty?” Your heart sinks at knowing he has a name. Maybe he’s taken... “He was returned by someone who had a little dog that didn’t like him. I’m sure you’ll want to get to know hi-”
“Can they adopt me, Mister Myst?” Rusty was now up, he has a bit of a limp on his left leg. “They seem really nice...”
“Well well well, I guess he already warmed up to you.” Myst smiles at him and picks Rusty up, letting him sit on the desk. “If they want to, then of course you can.”
You smile happily at Rusty, watching his little tail wag high at the thought of going home with you. “It’s a deal,” you say to him. “Let’s go home, Rusty.”
//something for your early sin sunday, enjoy a waking gricket