🍩Wikket🍩

🌿Only if you'd like to. Don't wanna force anything. ^^

Maybe they should go again in that case, just to make sure he's drained and won't need to worry about getting her pregnant for a few moments~

It'll be while he's getting her pregnant, and before he starts apologizing.

Does she want the satyr to whimper? This is how you get that.

The satyr is apologizing repeatedly... He just couldn't help himself.

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📲: Would it be weird if I called you mommy while we cuddled? I don't wanna be weird!! 😭😭😭😭

Wikket isn't the best at holding his drink... or his tongue.

Baa!

"You wouldn't wanna kiss a goat like me, would you?"

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The satyr tugged at the collar, bobbing his head up and down to let the bell jingle before looking up at the harpy.

"Well? How do I look?"

"Gods, yes... I mean- Uh- You look really good like that. You have a really nice body.

I'm just a little too scared to touch or anything... Only if you wanted me to and..."

The satyr is panicking and rambling.

"Oh w-wow... You look really pretty. In an intimidating kinda way."

It hadn't taken the satyr long before he started kissing the bear's neck. He was comfortable and wanted to show his appreciation, even if he wasn't exactly sure about how to do it. He was still entirely new to this kinda thing.

The satyr sits down on the rock with a grin, lowering his head waiting for the collar.

"You're not an idiot. It was an honest mistake."

"Thank you." His voice was muffled as his face rested in Raven's neck. Wikket's body was warm to the touch. Surprisingly, soft fur and skin almost made him feel like a plush. "Y-You can play with my ass more after we cuddle... ok?"

"I'm uh... I'm only 5 feet tall..."

"Hm... I don't think I'm that big."

Wikket let out a sigh of relief as Raven released his round cheeks. We watched Raven's movements to the bed before smiling wide. His hooves clacking against the floor as he practically ran to the bed, jumping into it next the bear. Nuzzling into his neck with an excited giggle.

"I suppose I could try it on. Would you uh- help me put it on?"

"Oh, uh- sure! Are you sure it'll fit me, though? I'd hate to break it or something..."

"If I bought a collar with a bell on it for myself... Oh, sorry... Thinking out loud."

The satyr is spending his morning on top of the highest point he can find in the large city, kicking his tangling hooves over the edge and whistling a tone.

Just watching the city folk go about their lives.

One the satyr's favorite treats to snack on. Now, if only he could read common so he knew what it was called...

"I won't just be a good boy. I'll be the best!"

"Oh- I uh- Well, do you think maybe I could uh- be your boy wife?"

"I uh- maybe we could fix each other's problems?"