#corny bittybones

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*My recommendations for you are:

Corny (UT!Sans): Corny is a laid-back and low maintenance lamia. Cornies love astronomy, naps, and puns. He will remind you to take care of yourself and get enough sleep, and he'll eat pretty much anything, especially any baked goods that you make.

King (UF!Papyrus): If he knows that loud voices stress you out, a King will make sure to keep his voice quiet. Kings are very protective and will certainly throw down to protect their adopter. Kings love mythology, and many of them also enjoy baking. Praise is the perfect reward for any King.

Chain (SF!Papyrus): Chains form a unique SOULbond with their adopters that helps them to be aware of their emotions. A Chain will protecc, attacc, and also accept a rewarding snacc. Chains enjoy a good nap, and will make sure you're getting enough food and sleep too!

Love Nest (NSFW)

Contains: sexual content, language, vaginal sex, double-cocks, slight cum inflation, breeding mention

Lamia bittybones don’t undergo regular periods of sexual heat like other monsters and bittybones do, but the act of securing a bondmate is enough to awaken a carnal desire in even the laziest of lamias… which happens to be the Corny. A Coral had accepted this particular Corny’s mating request, and the lazy lamia couldn’t just wait for things to happen naturally or for his partner to instigate a sexual encounter.

Corals needed to be wooed, and that meant the Corny would have to put in some proverbial leg work.

The Corny turns to his new mate to begin a little bit of sensual flirting, but it seems that the time for being tsundere had long since passed for the Coral. The Coral sprawls in the soft blankets of their nest, slim phalanges parting his cloaca and showing off his glistening opening to the Corny. All thoughts of avoiding effort fly out the window, and the Corny entwines himself with his mate in a matter of seconds.

The lamia bitties’ small hands explore each other’s bodies, sliding along smooth, warm scales and touching the sensitive undersides of ribs. Fangs and forked tongues entangle in heated kisses, and the Coral strokes his mate’s underbelly until two cocks emerge, swollen with desire to fill the Coral’s tight, waiting hole.

A low moan escapes the Coral; he can’t control his responses or hold back the obvious pleasure he’s feeling when the Corny’s deft little fingers slip inside of him to tease his hole open further. The Corny has never worked so hard for anything in his life, but he’s never wanted anything so badly either. Pre-cum oozes from both cocks in anticipation of finally mating.

The lamias shift, and the Coral finds himself on top of his partner, the Corny smiling up at him with lust smoldering in his eyelights. That look is for him and him alone, and it makes his SOUL flutter. The Coral takes charge, gently restraining the Corny’s arms above his head. The Corny nuzzles and nips at the Coral’s neck, chuckling in a way that ignites the heat in the other lamia’s core.

The Coral teases his mate, rubbing his slick slit against the Corny’s double shafts until the lamia underneath him is aching and straining to penetrate him. The Corny tightens his coils around his mate, pulling their bodies close and easing himself into the decadent warmth of the Coral’s pussy.

It is so rare to see a Coral showing emotion openly and freely that the Corny takes a moment to truly savor the low moans of his mate as the Corny’s double cocks stretch and fill him. The Coral still refuses to let his lazy mate do all (or any) of the work, however. Lifting and lowering himself, the Coral uses his mate’s double cocks like a pair of ultra-realistic sex toys, angling himself to hit each sensitive spot inside of his pussy. The Corny simply leans back and lets the pleasure wash over him.

The Corny can feel his mate’s pussy clamping down as the orgasm hits, and the pulsing clenching sensation drives him to the edge as well. Coiling tightly around his mate, the Corny presses their bodies flush, burying himself to the hilt in his mate as cum pours from both cocks to fill the Coral. The Coral cries out as wave after wave of pleasure wracks his body, leaving him trembling with the aftershocks.

Content to be finished with their first (of hopefully many) matings, the Corny lets himself flop limply onto their nest of soft blankets, still wrapped tightly around his mate, but the Coral pulls away. The Corny’s confusion quickly fades when he feels his mate’s extremely dextrous tongue lapping his cocks clean. He can’t help it when he cums a second time into his mate’s waiting mouth. The Coral gives him a smug look, licking his mouth clean after the impromptu snack.

Nothing in life could be better than this, thinks the Corny as his Coral mate curls up by his side, stomach bulging ever so slightly from the Corny’s cum. The Coral’s tail finds it’s way over to the Corny’s, twining together. Nothing except maybe finding a home together… and filling a nest with some eggs.

Discord (real name doesn’t get shared with many people) is a mage with a propensity for chaos magic. Her world operates with similar logic to fae rules. She is sassy and smart and strong (magically) and able to absolutely kick ass and take names. On the other hand, in her civilian identity, she is an absolute sweetheart who knits and/or crochets blankets for everyone, has a home full of soft things and plushies. She can’t cook more than scrambled eggs and pancakes to save her life, but she’s got a few tricks up her sleeve. She also has a sort of friend….but he’s a genie…a chaotic neutral genie being controlled by a very bad magic user.

*If you're looking for a chaos-ready lamia bitty, my recommendations are:

Corny (UT!Sans): Cornies are pretty unflappable. Fae-type chaos? Bring it. He'll respond to every situation with a shrug and a joke, but he's also smart enough not to get himself into trouble. He will also happily test-drive any homemade blankets.

King (UF!Papyrus): Kings admire a strong sassy adopter, and many of them have read about the fae realm enough to make them helpful companions. As an added bonus, Kings do enjoy learning to cook which means that subpar cooking skills aren't an issue.

Chain (SF!Papyrus): When you grow up around Mambas, you get used to chaos. A Chain's unique SOULbond means that he'll be a loyal and dedicated companion in all aspects of Discord's life.

I'm also almost done crocheting my Coral, I can't wait to show you when I'm done!

Have a good day!

*Cornies are slightly paler on the underside (belly) than they are on the body scales, but it’s not a significant difference. It would be totally fine to use the same “base” body color for the belly scales!

*Real corn snakes tend to have pale scales on the underside of the jaw (not visible on a skeleton snake because he has a human-shaped skull), and slightly paler belly scales than the upper scales. That said, it would be a really complicated design to have so many blues and patterns going on for a lamia, so the designs I used are slightly more simplified.

*Yes, Corny bitties do enjoy ketchup. They don’t drink it (unless it’s for a laugh), but they will dunk just about anything in ketchup, including their hands (also for a laugh). Corals feel the same way about mustard and will dip most foods into it if you let them. 

*Papythons do enjoy spaghetti, as well as other pastas. The best thing about pasta, in their opinion, is that there are so many ways to make it unique and delicious. There are so many recipes and ingredients to try! 

*If you’re looking for an absolute favorite meal though, give your Papython some oatmeal (regular or flavored) with little bits of fruit hidden in it (or buy dinosaur egg oatmeal if you can find it). It’s a way for him to hunt without hurting anyone!

*Honestly, my suspicion is that this small congregation of menaces camped out outside of the Costco waiting for someone to buy enough ketchup and nuggets to support them. Thankfully, the fridge bandits have full stomachs and appear to be sleeping... but you never know with a Corny!

*Vex starts lifting each Corny out of the basket and setting them on a fluffy blanket to sort them, but once she gets to 17, she keeps counting. You look at the blanket in curiosity just in time to see a "sleeping" Corny wink at you and teleport away... right back into the original basket! Vex keeps a straight face, just barely.

*You suggest numbering their little white t-shirts to keep them straight because there is no way you're keeping 17 Cornies... right? One by one the Cornies are removed from the basket and numbered. Finally number 17 is removed from the basket. You peek in the basket, intending to clean out the nugget crumbs and make room for three, and only three, passengers.

*There are 17 Cornies in the basket. Some still have numbered shirts. Two of them are switching shirts. Some of the shirts have corn drawn on them. One has popcorn and says "Poppin'." Vex offers you a smile and some coupons for ketchup and nuggets. You take them with a sigh, gather your basket of 17 newly adopted (somehow) Cornies and turn to leave.

*As you walk out the door, you ask the supposedly sleeping Cornies if they want to stop at McDonald's (again). The basket erupts in cheers.

*Vex realizes that this, in fact, an excellent idea. Cornies are known for finding strange places to take their naps, and it’s about time for a Corny inventory to be taken. She joins Waffle the full-sized King (because he’s super tall anyway) and Edgar, using the long-handled dusters to sweep Cornies (and non-monster dust) from the high shelves.

*It is raining Cornies! The lazy lamias don’t even wake up as the tumble from their high perches. Thankfully, the Papythons of the shop are there to catch them. Vex speculates that these Cornies must have been up on those shelves for quite awhile, based on their outdated meme shirts: “Ask me about Updog,” “Got Milk?,” and “Where’s the Beef?”

*Vex picks up one of the Corny, blows the non-monster dust off of him and sets him in an empty McNugget box for you to take home. This Corny is wearing a Garfield the cat shirt that proclaims his hatred of Mondays.