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@ofwolfpacksins asked: “shut the door — quickly… i can’t wait to fuck you” From Caden (because of course she reeled him in smh.)

              ❝ Fuck that— ❞

That was the idea, was it not ? Throwing the door back, haphazardly caring whether it closed or cracked— Did it close ? Listening out for the clank of a shut door was the LAST thing on her mind. Without a care in the world she rushed to yank off her emergency bikini, a poor piece of clothing she kept when she knew she'd be outside her nudist home— Which was perfect for the party she was crashing. . She let the fabric crash to the floor while she pushed her dance partner back into a wall, pressing every inch of her against him.

Lips pressed against lips as she grabbed his shirt and leaned in, lips stayed parted from the get go as her tongue worked to find his— The taste of cheap beer heavy on her tongue. . Moans slipped between locks as her hands pressed up against his body, feeling at his chest before slowly lowering. Claws extended as she found the hem of his shirt, said claws tugged upward. .

Its not as if the chimera acted on her attraction alot, after all, she hears enough about the jokes of her dryspell or being an old maid. But of all of the people that caught Honeys attention, Rocket was one of the few that hasn't harried her about it. He didn't harass her with flirtatious complements or hounded her for attention. His own over confident and self assured demeanor was enough for her for her to make a move. Its not like she thought he'd say yes!?

And his stifled noises of restraint sounded heavenly.

But Mama didn't raise a coward, much less an unskilled one. "Ho mph doo y wan--" Her skilled tongue only stopping its purposeful movement as she pulled away with a connecting string of drool.

Caden vc; “Listen, I just thought it was good looking, I ain’t mean nothin’ by it-“

@ofwolfpacksins asked: Heyyyyy Trixie, how was your little encounter with that German shepherd fellow? Think his name was Caden or something? 👀 (HE TOTALLY IS NOT LOOKING-)

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Yeah, the idea of crashing this party was better in practice. Party crashing really was a dying artform, parties used to be so much better— This place has music and alcohol, but the vibe is all wrong. She can only drink so much from the punchbowl before it all gets a little numbing. She was moments from suggesting a bailing out, before Rocket's infinite wisdom showed itself once again.

Ears pinned back as she was encouraged, every syllable a reminder and ammunition for the part of her brain trying to stop her. The lighting was far from perfect, the gaps in the wooden walls of the Apple Acres barn providing their sunlight. Anyone walking by the barn would be able to hear something off, the muffled moans and gasps from the princess. . In a more TOGETHER state of mind, she might've used magic to give them soundproofing, live and learn.

She could only hope her best friend doesn't find them. . .

His taste was heavy, of course it was, he worked every moment of his existence— Better than that, he was LARGE, perfect for the princess that can't seem to stop growing. . A few years back, and she definitely wouldn't have been able to handle his size, hell, she still seems to be struggling. Her eyes looked up, glazed over as she raised up, her tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his cock. Once she reached the tip she regained her breath as her tongue lapped up whatever pre she could. .

She has a sense for these things, entering a place and scoping out who might give her a night worth a damn. No matter how her eyes scanned, pretty boy, pretty boy, someone that'll absolutely treat her like god's gift— She can tell just by the look given back to her as they lock eyes momentarily. She scoped for awhile, before she eventually got her target, and the rest of the night was going to be history. .

She liked certain types, goody goodies had their place, and she could find the mood for them, but nothing hit like a rougher, MEANER type. As fun as being pampered is, sometimes you wanna be treated like you can take what life gives. . Not inherently bad people, rugged, lived. . It was absolutely apparent that Lola's sensor was once again correct when she sat beside Rocket.

He didn't seem receptive, lacking most interest in her advances, getting a name, and an expletive or two telling her to go elsewhere— But Lola was persistent, buying drinks, laying her flirts out rather hard. . Not like she could REALLY blame him, a 10 / 10 doesn't just sit next to you every day, surely this was something else— Except, it really wasn't, Lola found herself craving a different kind of excitement, the kind she can't get from all her perfect friends.

Surely it wasn't that weird for a woman to find him attractive. . Slowly her charms and advances got her somewhere, the tone would ease, her flirts landing SOMETHING she hoped. She would very shortly get that confirmation, she would lean over empowered by rather intense liquid courage, she made her request clear, throw the night away, clean every inch of him with her tongue— bury her muzzle deep into his scruffy fur until she couldn't get him free from her mind— She'd been treated so sweetly, she wanted to be bad tonight, and he was the lucky contestant.

A shot she'd ordered earlier arrived, without hesitation she threw herself back. Perhaps there were manners in the male somewhere, as a hand reached out to her lower back, assumedly to catch her should she slip from her chair— No such thing happened, instead her hand rested on his arm, lowering it down her back, past her fluffy twitchy tail, to the firm plushness of her ass. . She could feel claws digging, when the question was asked, she already had the answer locked and loaded.