#mugmut

It was the first say the gang left Garden View with new forces on their side. Thankfully, Cuphead was healed with the help of the medical team and the two collectors met a very nice calix toon, Teegan, that kept dotting on them like some older sister. Bendy managed to grab a secret stash of 5% DIP – even stronger than what he used before – from Astro; the lunar man giving him the usual “Please don’t use more than a shot per episode” ordeal, afraid the demon would use too much. Mugman got the rest he needed, his soul replenished and his body no longer aching from the overexertion he made on himself. And Boris... Boris got some doggy treats and two new friends that tagged along in the search for the machine parts! 

With scepticism in his eyes, Bendy stopped everyone in their tracks. “Isn’t this... weird?” Mugman shook his head as his brother answered the obvious rhetorical question with a very Cuphead thing - “That we tried to kill you and now we’re buddies?”  “You tried to what-” Shelly stared at the older twin like he grew a second head right there and then. Because no one, until now, thought to tell the sweet lady that those people tried to kill each other just a week ago.  

“Oh come on, toots. You aren’t a saint either!” He boasted, as Shelly tried to slap a hand over his mouth and shut him up for good. “Hey, hey! Just saying,” he laughed, petting her head “you ran away from home with a quarrelsome quartet.” Everyone stared at him wide eyed, the last word combination expected from Cuphead ever was quarrelsome quartet, two words that seemed a bit too ‘fancy pantsey’ for someone like him. 

Boris yawned, followed shortly after by Pebble. “The baby is sleepy,” the wolf whined out, tail flopping between his legs in defeat to sleep. The question is: the baby is him or Pebble? But who is asking anymore at this time. “We should find somewhere to eat too-” Bendy pointed out at the common stomach rumbling around the gang – and mind you it was barely 5 hours since they left base. 

They managed to find a small town near them, a sign reading “Nook Cove - [indescribable text]”. The sign was terribly worn out and the town itself looked very small and run down, barely anyone out on the streets anymore. They slowly entered town, walking down the main road, looking around everywhere too see a local, to ask for a place to sleep. Eventually, Boris spotted an old speakeasy, the lights still on and a man in his 50’s at the entrance sitting on an old plastic stool that only dreamed of being white, but it was yellowed with the time it presumably stood in the sun. He was lazily smoking from a cigar the size of Texas, a half empty bottle at the foot of the chair. “Maybe he knows something” The wolf whispered in a low gruffy tone, already dreaming of an ice cold beer to quench his thirst. After all, it’s the quenchy-est of them all. 

The group waddled towards the small place, Shelly using her people-talking skills to get on the line with the older man. “G’evening. Sorry for bothering you, mister. We’re travelling around and we don’t really know the place. Do you know somewhere we could maybe get something to eat or sleep the night?” The man nodded along and pointed inside.  “We have all you need inside, darling. Talk with the boss... pets are allowed sometimes” He said not even looking at the fossil, but at the small Pebble doggy.  

“Finally... if I would walk for five more minutes, I'd die.” Mugman whined as all of them made their way inside. And what an inside... It was old, not really dirty per se, but definitely could use another freshening up; but hey, travellers don’t really care that much. The tables were quite wobbly and the chairs inside were just like the one outside that the man used – plastic, decoloured. Green and white, they should’ve been, but they were now yellowish and grey fern. Bendy sighed, sitting down somewhere and the chair breaking and falling down with him, the poor demon ending up with his legs and tails up. 

“Ow... that hurt” Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the badass who kept running and fighting with a shot leg and has the blot every time he’s stressed felt hurt by a small fall on the buttocks. Cuphead rolled his eyes and helped his friendy up, because that’s what friends do right? “So... where is everyone?” Right on queue with the demon’s question, some woman in one of those classic diner outfit came closer with a small notepad in a hand. 

“No animals allowed.” And without another word, before anyone could even think of hiding Pebble, she roughly catches Boris by the scruff of his neck and the pantaloons, and throws him out, cleaning her hands on her apron before getting back to the rest. “So, what can I get you four tonight?” Bnedy frog blinked a couple of times, before excusing himself and going to check on Boris while Shelly was giggling under the table. 

“Excuse us... That was out friend, not an animal.” Fossilian managed through giggles that somehow this woman thought a whole ass toon was a pet, but she didn’t even notice Pebble at all – and we all know how loud our little pebble-boy is.  

“Yeah, a very walking and talking friend, ma’am” Boris appeared with his brother behind the woman who just shrugged them off. “But if you have some beer-”    “Make it two-”  “Five actually.”    “You drink...?” Mugman asked Bendy confused, to which the demon nodded dismissively. “Damn, talk about being a double pain in the ass when you’re drunk.” The five finally settled in, the sixth member already running around the place and tormenting the woman who was questioning herself to why she was seeing a running Stone around... She needs to lay low on the gin, that’s for sure.  

After a couple rounds, Cuphead decided to mess with the small song box that was on their table, messing with the dials in a try to get some channel on. He kept fumbling with the buttons much to his brother’s despair in trying to not get him in trouble in a town they just arrived in an hour earlier; we all know there is no stopping his creative genius though. He will have it work one way or another. “Just a little bit, Muggs, I almost got that radio station Gramps liked.” 

“Another round!” Shelly sing-sang loudly, accompanied by Bendy ordering some chicken nuggets for the lot. “Can’t only drink tonight...” And he was right, since the woman only got back with 2 bottles, having ran out of beer already. They weren’t used to actually having customers around so they didn’t really kept stock that much. Yet, in a little brink of a genius moment, Cuphead managed to repair the old music box, making the tapster smile widely. 

“Ah, come on, Cory. Give ‘em some ‘shine. They don’t look like snitches.” 

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Two bottles of moonshine later and Mugman began to have a very heartfelt conversation with the saltshaker on the table while Boris fell asleep with his head on a dusty (dead) potted plant. Shelly was trying to convince pebbles that she was not drunk – there could never be a bigger lie than this one she ever told in her 30 years of life. “Hey there beautiful,” Bendy slumped against her chair after he just tripped on his own tail; it was a miracle he didn’t faceplant into the floor like he did ones at the local bar, but that s a story for another time. 

“Well hello, handsome~” she smiled back, Pebbles mimicking a very disgusted gag. She shushed him and threw a chicken nugget at his face to bribe him into letting her do what she wants. “You come here often?” 

“Omjjj-gahh! Yer zooo drun-guh yu gaysss-” cuphead stumbled in his words like a usual drunkard. And you’d think better of someone who used to walk around with moonshine in his head 24/7 in his teens; that he would at the very least take in much more than a few glasses to turn fried-brain. But it was clear that the brother with a higher alcohol tolerance was also the one with anger issues. Amazing. “Look who’s talking…” his brother trailed off, mindlessly beginning to pet Boris on the back, getting lower to scratch right above the tail bone. The wolf gave a happy rumble and wagged his rail. 

“Damn he sure likes that…” the demon pouted seeing his younger sibling getting all the attention from the big bad collector; but it was short lived as Cuphead attempted to walk closer to pat his back but what really happened was him spanking the demon’s buttocks. 

“Dude… wrong direction-” the demon quickly pus his hands to both shield himself and rub his but because, oh boy, does Cuphead have a heavy hand when spanking. “Mm’zori~” He nuzzled into his neck and began kissing the nape, feeling in the inky taste.  

“Hey, don’t leave me outta this,” Shelly giggled, butterfly-kissing Bendy’s face, hands hooking around his trashing tail. Oh did the ink demon absolutely love the attention he was given in that moment. But don’t you think for a while those other two weren’t having their own India moment, because the collector kept patting Boris till the poor fella woke up all whimpering and needy for attention. “Awe, does the puppy wanna cuddle?~” he coed before turning to the salt shaker and apologising for cutting their conversation short and now turning his full attention to the younger engineer, who mind you, was still wagging his tail like he always did when he was younger. “Com’ere, baby.” He long kissed that slobbery muzzle of the wolf. 

But a small problem arose because Bendy got greedy. He wanted more and decided to reach out and tug Mugman by the scarf and pull him in with the rest. Said mug stumbled over the table at them with Boris in tow, all under the regretting gazes of the two old people running the pub. “I told you I have new people around town” “Oh hush it you hag, and stoop staring.” 

Somehow they ended up upstairs in one of the guest rooms. The air reeked of those cheap floral air fresheners, the only bed in the room was hard, but not entirely uncomfortable and drapes having gone brownish at the tips from being worn out. “mhm cozy-” Boris muttered with a hiccup, tripping over his own feet and faceplanting in the middle of the bed, letting his bones melt on the soft checkered duvet. Soon after, Shelly cuddled to his right side, hugging him tightly. “Make room bestie~”  

Boris' tongue sloppily invaded Shelly's mouth, tasting the cheap booze and cigarettes on her breath. His meaty hands wrapped around her waist firmly, not yet daring to touch higher or lower without her asking him to. “Mmmph... fuck yeah, gimme them kisses baby...“ he growled, his tail wagging, hitting the bed linen with auditable thuds. He slowly trailed down to her neck, gently biting her, making sure he doesn’t hurt her with those big’ol chompers he has.  She gigled and cupped his face bringing his snout to her face again, eskimo kissing him. A small part of her expecting his nose to honk like a clown’s when she did that, but he only puffed loudly and closed his eyes.  

Noticing the long jealous stare Cuphead gave them, Bendy slowly crept closer from behind, then quickly wrapped his tail around the collector, trapping his arms. “Dude-! A-a--“ before he could say anything else, the imp bit down on his shoulder roughly, sharp canines piercing the weaker points of his porcelain skin. Bendy grinned wickedly as he felt Cuphead squirm helplessly in his grasp, the imp's strong tail coiled tightly around the collector's arms. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of Cuphead's porcelain skin as he continued to suck and bite at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined, pretty boy, Bendy purred darkly, giving another sharp nip. I'm gonna mark you up real nice. Let everyone know who you belong to now. “Kinky little shite!” He couldn’t move, but he wasn’t complaining as the feeling of being trapped while Bendy gave him the most painful (in a good way) hickey of all existance was awakening something in him. He wouldn’t deny he will have a nasty bruise there in the morning.  

“Oh hush. Couldn’t let my favourite one stare at the cutsey pair all jealous-like while I am still here.” the imp turned to look at the collecters twin, pointing at him in a mocking way. “Plus, that guy kisses horribly-” Mugman cut him off with feigned, hurtful gasps, before he grabbed came over in a silly drunk march.  

“That, sir, is a most lie-fully lie of lying lies!” Then the mug, ungracefully collected (see the pun?) the imp away from his brother, which earned a scoff from the older twin. “I am the better kisser-” 

Shelly chimed in, “Nope! That’s Mughead-” “Cuphead.” her wolf corrected gently, rubbing her nape. “Yeah. What did I say? Cupman!” Poor thing was too drunk to make sense in the situation. And Cuphead now free of the demon’s grasp, leaned over her.  

“Thank you, tootsey” He placed small bitey kisses on her neck, Boris whimpering to get his attention as well. “You too, big boy~“ Cuphead cood, bitting the tip of one of Boris’ ears.  

In the morning, Bendy was the first one to wake up, his back hurting like hell. He tried getting up, but it felt like an entire heard of elks run him over and chewed his tail up. But nope, that was just Mugman laying on top of him and hugging him tightly while still sleeping; as if the imp was some precious little thing. “What the fuck happened last night....?” the awaited migrane after he drank a bit more than necessarily beyond his normal limit. Bendy tried to wiggle himself free, stiring Fossilian awake. 

She was still groggy and tired, throwing a pillow right in the imp’s maw. “Can you shut up already? It’s only 11- it's eleven?!” She hurriedly got out of bed and stumbled to the ensuite to make herself presentable. Never in her 30 years of life has she run late to school! “Shoot, Mrs. Thumps is going to kill me!” Slowly, everyone woke up from her hurried ruckus and curses seeing the love bites on her neck. “Guys, come on! How’s fault is it?!” 

“Sheldon, shelvy, shellantropy, honey-” Cuphead just gave up on trying to say her name, the hangover fog clouding his mind still “Yer in yer 30’s. You ain’t going to none of that school business.” . . . “Oh yeah. I forgot.” 

Mugman was already thinkging of the implications of everyone having marks and why were there marks in the coulour of his secret favourite lipstick of Boris’ fur, not even god wants to know why.  “We should drink together again, it was fun”, speaking of the wolf, he was pretty unaffected. “Let’s grab some breakfast, I'm starving. Also, we need to make sure Pebble didn’t burn down half the town while we were sleeping.”