LUST DOLL

“Shit he’d instantly make me cream all ova’ his face!.”

Ozzie chuckled, the hand not applying the blush currently, summoning up a fresh eyeliner pencil. “Like my teal, do ya, babe? Well, I can certainly give ya that match– it’s easiest to pull through things in my colors, after all.”

He finished the circles of bright red and set them as well, sitting back to inspect his work. Eh, maybe a touch up to the mascara. He went for the little bottle and prepped the brush, after setting the teal pencil down.

“Y’know, I love it when you wear colors like mine on ya, gives me a little thrill to see.” He smirked, leaning close to apply the mascara. 

“Now, don’t go bein’ nasty after I finish, you need to look perfect up there for Daddy. <3″

                 EXCITEMENT BREWS  //  CHIRPS RESOUND  as specific is manifested for his delight ,  hands clapping twice in jubilance before he settles down for touch-ups .   fizzarolli purses those beaked lips ,  blinking eyes wildly before opening wide for mascara reapplication ,  clearly making this much more of a show than simply makeup retouch ought to be .   he’s having fun ,  twirling metaphorical pirouettes in his head as he plays with ozzie’s emotions ,  especially those affectionate dotes that seem to cherish his very existence .

                 asmodeus’s words never leave his mentality ,  fizz making rather keen notes on how his pride to wear the lust’s colors apparently made him chime with gleeful rapture .   tongue clucks ,  eyes rolling once steady hand strays from eyelid ,  the jester waving up a hand in melodramatic euphoria .                                 ❛      teal compliments my  reds ,  y’see .   besides ,  ain’t it  natural  f’er mates t’ wear the colors ‘a their husbands out in the animal kingdom ?      ❜

                                ❛      RISE  &&.  SHINE ,  MOONSHINER .      ❜                  a slap ,  a squealing neigh ,  &&.  suddenly the scruff of ground scraping out from under hog-tied imp is kicking up dirt  &&.  rocks as the traveling showman cackles from riding backwards atop horseback .   elbows perched on horse flanks as it runs wildly ,  he eyes his captured caddy being dragged along for the ride with doting  -  scheming eyes ,  smile wide like a rattlesnake’s .

                 CLAWS  //  COAX FUR  ,   graze between feathers in a thorough scalp brush as shoulder perched jester coddles up upon banister leaning blossom .   he dotes  &&.  chirps as the unwinding hours of closing time seemed to leave them alone ,  all attention now diverged onto him .   CONTROL  ;   he had it again ,  no more of asmodeus focused elsewhere ,  on anyone else .   fizzarolli was the one  &&.  only again ,  as it should be .

j rly out here reminding me of my 2013 repressed knowledge of furry nsfw anatomy on dash tonight .