ok remember that funny time when i did the biting request? hear me out now, muzzle. do with that what you will :3
Yes! I’m still working on the biting request but this one is a little shorter so I’m posting it first.
“Mamaaaaa!” You whined, rubbing your face with your paws and against the carpet, trying to get the dark black muzzle off.
“Puppy,” Wanda chided, grabbing you by the wrist and hauling you upwards. From how you were acting, you’d think she’d put you in a saw trap. It was a far stretch from the softest and most comfortable muzzle she could find at the store. “You’re going to hurt yourself. Cut it out.” She was firm, but not unkind despite having wrestled with you for almost half an hour about this now.
“Mama, I don’t wanna wear it!” You pouted, yanking your paws out of her grip and crossing your arms over your chest. You schooled your face into a sneer, ears pitifully sagging from the top of your head.
“Awww, baby,” she cooed, scratching behind your droopy ears. “Don’t give me that look. It’s just for the party. There’s gonna be a lot of people here, and sometimes when we excited by all the people we can get a little bitey, can’t we?”
“That was one time!” You grumbled. Wanda shot you an amused glare. You turned away, shifting uncomfortably. “And the other… couple of times.”
“You can take it off as soon as everyone leaves. It will only be for a little while, I promise,” Wanda reassured. “And we’re still gonna have so much fun.”
You pouted grumpily, continuing to look unconvinced. You refused to even look at her.
“Natty and Bowie are gonna be there, and Yelena and Kate are bringing Franny,” Wanda explained, trying to cheer you up.
You sat in unamused silence, seething and angry like a defiant toddler. You didn’t even bark when the doorbell rang. You just stayed firmly planted on the couch.
“That’s Nat and Bowie right now! Come on let’s go give Natty a hug. Just this once I’ll ever let you jump on her, yeah?” Wanda said, trying to get you up off the couch.
“Alright, suit yourself,” Wanda sighed, leaving you to stew while she greeted the guests.
You were still sat in the same position 5 minutes later, when Natasha came into the living room.
“Oh, there’s my favorite puppy,” she said, sitting down next to you. “What’s got your tail in a knot?”
“Mama’s being mean…” you grumbled. “She’s makin me wear a muzzle!” You leaned on Natasha, crawling into her lap.
“Oh,” Natasha cooed sympathetically. “That is very mean. I bet she’s the meanest mama in the whole world.”
“Yeah!” You pouted, curling up against Natasha’s chest.
“Well,” she started, rubbing your back in soothing circles, “since she’s the worst mama in the whole world, you probably wanna come home with me and Bowie, right? You wouldn’t want to snuggle with that mean old mama, would you?”
She felt you tense as you looked up at her. There was a slight crack in your resolve.
“We can set up a crate for you, since there’s no puppies on the bed at my house, and you can sleep all by yourself. No mean mamas allowed. You wouldn’t have to worry about slimy goodnight kisses, or silly little bedtime songs, or anything else,” she continued.
You froze starting to think you’d made a mistake. Still you didn’t speak up.
When Wanda walked in the room a moment later, Natasha started to scold her. “Wanda! How dare you make this poor angel wear this… torture device. Clearly they need to be removed from your home immediately. From now on, they’ll be living with me, right puppy?”
“B-but…” you started to protest. You look to Wanda, staring at her for a long moment before reaching your arms out for her to pick you up. “I’m sorry, mama! Please don’t send me away.”
“Aww,” Wanda chuckled, pulling you into her arms and carrying you on her hip. She kissed your forehead and rested your head on her shoulder. “You’re okay puppy. You’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck with mama’s snuggles and slimy kisses until the end of time.”
You sniffled into her neck. “Are you mad at me? For being a bad puppy earlier?”
Wanda laughed and rested her head on top of yours. “You’re not a bad puppy,” she assured you, rocking you gently. “You’re my good puppy. A very very silly puppy sometimes, but you’re my very silly puppy. And not even Natty can have you. You’re all mine.”
She smothered your head in kisses, making you squirm and wiggle in her arms. “Now, go have Bowie help you get your toys ready. Your friends are gonna be here soon.”
She set you down, winking at Natasha and mouthing a ‘thank you’ before patting your bottom and sending you off to prepare for the party.
