#biteberry bitty

*Vex smiles at you and waves, making sure to greet Boss and Beast the Hanahaki bitties as well. “Since adopters showed interest in them, we brought some Yanderetale-type rescue bitties into the shop to help them find homes. If you walk around for a bit, you should see them in no time. They are always looking for some attention.” You glance down and see her petting a Brassberry bitty who is laying on the desk, purring contentedly.

*You begin to wander around the shop. Your shy friend asked about a dog-sized Biteberry, so you’re looking for a larger bitty. He shouldn’t be hard to spot… and he isn’t. A dog-sized Biteberry is walking around the shop, gently headbutting visitors for attention. After being pushed away by one potential adopter, he looks around for the next victim of his affection and sees you.

*You can’t help smiling as he shuffles over and lightly bonks you with his head. Right now he’s adorable, but you know that once someone adopts him, he will become very attached and fiercely protective. You hope your shy friend can handle the little guy. You crouch down and ask him if he’d like to come home to meet your friend. “Threesome?” he asks innocently. Oh boy. You explain that your friend wants to adopt him but is too shy to come in themselves while your Hanahaki bitties splutter in outrage.

My new Brassberry clung to me tightly when I tried to move him from my hand to my shoulder; he obviously didn’t want me to let him go. He finally settled for being placed in my cleavage. He snuggled down so deeply between my breasts that only his little head and arms stuck out. I chuckled; he was the ruler of his own fleshy pillow fortress. I took the opportunity to examine my hand. Brassy had done a good job cleaning the bite marks, and they no longer seeped blood, even the deeper mark left by that last Biteberry. No rush to get home then.

“Hey, Brassy-bean, would you like to do some shopping so we can pick up some treats for you?” His eyes shone with joy as he looked up at me. There was a really great butcher shop downtown where we could pick up some meat, and I wanted to grab some sweet treats for him as well. “Red’s probably still busy destroying things at home,” I said, intending it to be to myself, but my new bitty overheard me.

“Treats, really?” His excitement over treats turned to wariness as he asked who Red was. I explained that Red was my Edgy bitty, his soon-to-be (when we got home) brother. “He destroys your stuff?” my skeptical Brassberry asked.

“All. The. Time.” I laughed. “It’s just who he is.” We arrived at the shopping center downtown, and he gawped silently at all the gourmet food shops, his awe palpable. I didn’t usually come to this shopping center, but a butcher shop here sold just about every kind of meat imaginable. I wanted to make sure my new Brassberry bitty got the best quality meat possible to keep him healthy and happy. I rubbed his little shoulders, and he closed his eyes in bliss, sighing contentedly.

“They have just about every kind of meat here, so why don’t you pick something out?” I crouched in front of the display so that Brassy could see the selection without having to emerge from his cleavage cocoon. He took his time reading all of the labels- rabbit, beef, venison, bison, bear. This place reminded me of some kind of edible zoo.

“Beef, please,” he requested tentatively. I ordered him some beef tenderloin and some other cuts of meat for our regular dinners at home. The butcher behind the counter prepared everything fresh, so we had a few moments while the meat was trimmed and cut to browse the other shops. We meandered past some gourmet coffee and artisan candle stores until we reached a destination that no bittybones could resist- a candy store.

“What kind of candy do you like?” I asked him as we entered the store.

He wouldn’t meet my eyes; he shuffled nervously. “We didn’t really get candy at the bitty shop,” he explained.

I plucked the reluctant bitty from my cleavage and set him gently on the counter. A friendly employee came over, and I explained what I needed. “I just got this precious little cutie and he’s never had candy before. Can you help me find something that he likes?” I love small locally-owned shops like these because they’ll generally allow you to try something before you buy it. I bought a bag of Kookaburra licorice and some gourmet jelly beans for me and Red and watched as Brassy bit into candy after candy, contemplating each one carefully.

“I... think I like this the best,” he finally stated, holding up a half eaten yogurt-covered pretzel. “No wait!” he redacted, “I think I like the chocolate-covered cheesecake bites better.” His face scrunched in indecision, and a teal-green blush blossomed on his cheekbones.

“We’ll get both,” I told him reassuringly. He beamed at me and declared today to be the best day ever. Heh. I’m sure it felt that way, considering he hadn’t met Red yet....

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