[ It's been almost two weeks since Korone's season ended. Plenty enough time for her to recover.
By the end of it all, her brain had been reduced to total mush. Physically … oof. Big oof. Donnie and Eve had been amazing throughout, making sure she ate and kept hydrated, even when all she'd wanted was. Well. Them. Their presence, their warmth, touch weight taste, anything they were willing to give, anything, everything, everything, everything. She's pretty sure she remembers grumbling about wanting to eat out her pretty pretty pretty mate, not a stupid protein bar … So.
Yeah. It had been all kinds of a lot.
She definitely remembers begging Donnie to give her a proper mark; a permanent mark. Remembers tearing up when he'd denied her, too lost in hormones to properly appreciate how hard he must have been white knuckling his grip on Common Sense and Restraint. And with that in mind, once she'd finally felt recovered enough to pick up a sewing needle … Choco Korone had gotten to work.
Now it's a Saturday. Better yet, it's a free Saturday; she's not due back at work until Monday afternoon, and she knows that Donnie doesn't have anything planned at least for today. Perfect. She double triple quadruple checks her masterpiece. Gives herself a once over (twice, three times) in the mirror, complete with a silent pep talk.
Deep breath.
She takes the photograph: A tasteful selfie of herself wearing a spicy little number sewn entirely by hand, complete with fishnet tights and a flash of a teasing smile. The collar, chest piece, and sleeves are a familiar purple colour — and if he looks close enough at said collar, he may just be able to make out a very, very familiar logo, subtly embroidered in thread just a couple of shades lighter — while the rest is black
Another deep breath.
She hits send.
And then …
She flops down in her desk chair, pulls out a comic book, and waits. ]
[Donnie knows her season has ended. The smell isn't so cloying and calling to him and while it wasn't as dangerous for HER to be in season as it was for HIM, it was]
[Definitely a lot.]
[He could keep himself sane, but it was certainly a challenge.]
[And then]
[He gets a picture of THAT from Choco. It was showing off her LEGS. There were FISHNETS and PURPLE and he was starting to write a text-]
[Then he sees the logo.]
[...]
[She was exposing her legs, she was still in the apartment.]
[ It's a very comfy chair. Leather. Ergonomic. Modified to suit a pigeon girl with a thirteen foot wingspan. She's lounging in it at her ease, having only just opened the front page of her comic, when the door SLAMS OPEN with enough force that she's a little surprised it doesn't come off its hinges.
She doesn't jump.
Swivels around to face him, grinning, her cheeks flushed pink, and, yep, she's still wearing it, toned legs on display beneath the fishnets. ]
[ She forgets, sometimes, just how fast her boy can move when he wants to. She laughs, a sparkle in her smile and a twinkle in her eye, and tilts her head back to make space for him, bearing the long lines of her throat. ]
I'll take that as a yes. [ Smug? Her? Yep. He bullies her so often, it's always, always nice when she gets to turn the tables. She drops the comic onto her chest in favor of touching him, running her palms up his arms to his shoulders. ]
[ help. here she is trying to counter her girlfriend and instead she goes and pulls out FEELINGS. what has she done to deserve this. NUZZLING INTO THE KISS and then going to steal one of her own— about as light, but pressed to Korone's mouth instead. ]
...I love you, too. And—
Thank you. For saying that. I'm... if someone asked me if I had self-esteem problems I'd fucking laugh, but. I definitely just smacked myself in the fucking face with baggage I didn't realize I was carrying around.
[ It's a kiss Korone is more than happy to meet, still light, but there's perhaps a little extra spice in the way she lingers in it, gently cupping Eve's cheek. ]
Sometimes these things don't hit you 'til they hit you. [ Another kiss, softer again. ]
I'll happily say it again, show you again, as many times as you want.
[ she makes a low noise, something that might have been on the edge of a rumble if she'd been in her other shape, and tilts her head into the kiss and Korone's hand. ]
[ ker-scooped?! that's new and intriguing. she hums a little and settles in and— the kisses aren't the only thing melting as she leans into Korone, slipping her arms around her waist. exploration is definitely the right word as she works her way into the kiss, a little clumsy but more than willing to be shown the ropes, as it were. ]
—mm.
[ a little pause as she blinks, face flushed and pupils gone round from their usual slits ]
Yeah. ...You want my teeth? Or should I shift them?
[ because right now she's got a mouthful of semi-sharps, and while she can definitely be careful... well. whether Korone wants her to be careful is a different question. ]
[Korone will get a homemade present because of course. And this present is a Tech Art Easel. It can all be condensed down to a easily carried tube the size of a flashlight. It can be easily expanded out to an entire easel, into a more compact board to draw on, with various drawing utensils that can be stored in there, a paintbrush, and various pencils and pens. There is even a place to feed in paper to be rolled up and stored for on the go art projects. There is also a light, some straight edges, little arms to hold pictures or her phone for reference photos, and places to also store paint.]
[There is, of course, instructions for it.]
[All wrapped up in blue paper with feathers over it.]
[There is also some added chocolate strawberries and a selection of fancy hot chocolate bombs.]
[But presents aside, Donnie is also knocking on her bedroom door, dressed up in winter clothing.]
[ Very shortly after Korone's heat starts for realsies, Eve receives a text: ]
can this be you instead
[ Attached is a video. Oh, it's one hell of a video, of Korone naked and desperate in her nest, edging herself within an inch of her life with a knotted, thrusting dildo that looks almost too large to be allowed. Almost, because she's taking all of it. Almost, because she's begging for more. ]
is halfway out her bedroom door before she catches herself, the pint of ice cream she'd been nursing entirely forgotten. she does catch herself, though— mostly to vibrate a little in indecision before texting hurriedly back: ]
yes but do you want the one we picked out or actual dick because
[ and then there's an attached selfie, very messily taken, of Eve in a sports bra and short shorts— both of which fit very differently on her as... a guy!? hello pecs. hello HIPBONES. her face is also a little more masculine, but it's still very much her. ]
that's Eve. her Eve. her gorgeous, delightful, delicious Eve, as always, just a little to the left and oh god it's a shame Korone's bedroom door is shut because there's no doubt that if it'd been open, Eve would have heard the chirpchirpchirps from across the house ]
[ oh. good. excellent. (though now she wishes she had dropped the camera a little lower instead of being worried Choco-chan might be weirded out by the entire concept of her half-hard—)
but she flings her phone vaguely in the direction of her bed and okay now she can barrel for Korone's room. she knocks on the door mostly as a heads up before shoulder-checking it open— completely unable to stop herself from taking a deep breath as she does, even while knowing it's probably going to knock her olfactorily on her ass. ]
Sorry to make you wait—
[ it comes out breathless and raspy, a good few notes lower than her usual speaking voice. ]
[ Tucked away beneath the mezzanine-level pillowfort is — usually Korone's bigass circular bed, custom built by Donnie for maximum comfort. Not today, though. Oh, no. Nope. The bed has been drawn up on its equally custom-built pulley-system of chains, suspended flush to the ceiling, and in its place is a nest.
There are blankets and pillows a-plenty here. Hoodies and t-shirts and dresses and any other bits of clothing her datemates let her have, too; not to mention the piles of Eve's shed fur Korone had very happily trotted away with after one particularly thorough brushing session. It's all clumsily but cosily woven together to create a wonderfully warm, cosy safe space saturated with the scent of her mates.
And in the middle of it all is Korone, naked, flushed and desperately wanting, curled up around a firm pillow with a hand between her legs. The toy feels good but it's not enough, it's nowhere close to enough, she wants — ]
Eve. [ The plea is in her scent as much as it is her voice. ] Get, get over here. Please. — oh fuck, I should've sent those videos … I've been saving … months ago. [ Yeah, there's more where that one came from. ]
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December 9th - for Donnie
By the end of it all, her brain had been reduced to total mush. Physically … oof. Big oof. Donnie and Eve had been amazing throughout, making sure she ate and kept hydrated, even when all she'd wanted was. Well. Them. Their presence, their warmth, touch weight taste, anything they were willing to give, anything, everything, everything, everything. She's pretty sure she remembers grumbling about wanting to eat out her pretty pretty pretty mate, not a stupid protein bar … So.
Yeah. It had been all kinds of a lot.
She definitely remembers begging Donnie to give her a proper mark; a permanent mark. Remembers tearing up when he'd denied her, too lost in hormones to properly appreciate how hard he must have been white knuckling his grip on Common Sense and Restraint. And with that in mind, once she'd finally felt recovered enough to pick up a sewing needle … Choco Korone had gotten to work.
Now it's a Saturday. Better yet, it's a free Saturday; she's not due back at work until Monday afternoon, and she knows that Donnie doesn't have anything planned at least for today. Perfect. She double triple quadruple checks her masterpiece. Gives herself a once over (twice, three times) in the mirror, complete with a silent pep talk.
Deep breath.
She takes the photograph: A tasteful selfie of herself wearing a spicy little number sewn entirely by hand, complete with fishnet tights and a flash of a teasing smile. The collar, chest piece, and sleeves are a familiar purple colour — and if he looks close enough at said collar, he may just be able to make out a very, very familiar logo, subtly embroidered in thread just a couple of shades lighter — while the rest is black
Another deep breath.
She hits send.
And then …
She flops down in her desk chair, pulls out a comic book, and waits. ]
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[Definitely a lot.]
[He could keep himself sane, but it was certainly a challenge.]
[And then]
[He gets a picture of THAT from Choco. It was showing off her LEGS. There were FISHNETS and PURPLE and he was starting to write a text-]
[Then he sees the logo.]
[...]
[She was exposing her legs, she was still in the apartment.]
[HER DOOR SLAMS OPEN.]
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She doesn't jump.
Swivels around to face him, grinning, her cheeks flushed pink, and, yep, she's still wearing it, toned legs on display beneath the fishnets. ]
So, you like it?
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[He's at the door and then he isn't, hands on either side of her chair and face pressed to her collarbone, nipping lightly there.]
You absolute menace.
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[ She forgets, sometimes, just how fast her boy can move when he wants to. She laughs, a sparkle in her smile and a twinkle in her eye, and tilts her head back to make space for him, bearing the long lines of her throat. ]
I'll take that as a yes. [ Smug? Her? Yep. He bullies her so often, it's always, always nice when she gets to turn the tables. She drops the comic onto her chest in favor of touching him, running her palms up his arms to his shoulders. ]
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sneaks into your continuations post for nefarious purposes - 2/06
[ half-laughing, half visibly flustered ]
Choco-chan...
[ help. here she is trying to counter her girlfriend and instead she goes and pulls out FEELINGS. what has she done to deserve this. NUZZLING INTO THE KISS and then going to steal one of her own— about as light, but pressed to Korone's mouth instead. ]
...I love you, too. And—
Thank you. For saying that. I'm... if someone asked me if I had self-esteem problems I'd fucking laugh, but. I definitely just smacked myself in the fucking face with baggage I didn't realize I was carrying around.
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Sometimes these things don't hit you 'til they hit you. [ Another kiss, softer again. ]
I'll happily say it again, show you again, as many times as you want.
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...Show me, then?
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With pleasure.
[ And she just, scoops Eve into her lap, and pretty soon those light kisses melt from sweet to heated intent; a slow, savoured exploration. ]
So - [ murmured without fully pulling away, ] how do you feel about - [ a gentle little nip, teasing, testing ]
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[ ker-scooped?! that's new and intriguing. she hums a little and settles in and— the kisses aren't the only thing melting as she leans into Korone, slipping her arms around her waist. exploration is definitely the right word as she works her way into the kiss, a little clumsy but more than willing to be shown the ropes, as it were. ]
—mm.
[ a little pause as she blinks, face flushed and pupils gone round from their usual slits ]
Yeah. ...You want my teeth? Or should I shift them?
[ because right now she's got a mouthful of semi-sharps, and while she can definitely be careful... well. whether Korone wants her to be careful is a different question. ]
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Christmas Time
[There is, of course, instructions for it.]
[All wrapped up in blue paper with feathers over it.]
[There is also some added chocolate strawberries and a selection of fancy hot chocolate bombs.]
[But presents aside, Donnie is also knocking on her bedroom door, dressed up in winter clothing.]
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Dokkun-!
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You like your present then?
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[ Drops a kiss! On the snoot! ]
Already know how I'm gonna break it in.
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You do? That's good, its always nice to have the perfect tool for a project.
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Inbox Message
Have you gotten a proper education for estrus before a spring season hits?
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(the answer is "probably not")
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What's your favorite thing on P&P's menu right now?
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SPICY SEASON TIME
can this be you instead
[ Attached is a video. Oh, it's one hell of a video, of Korone naked and desperate in her nest, edging herself within an inch of her life with a knotted, thrusting dildo that looks almost too large to be allowed. Almost, because she's taking all of it. Almost, because she's begging for more. ]
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is halfway out her bedroom door before she catches herself, the pint of ice cream she'd been nursing entirely forgotten. she does catch herself, though— mostly to vibrate a little in indecision before texting hurriedly back: ]
yes
but do you want the one we picked out or actual dick
because
[ and then there's an attached selfie, very messily taken, of Eve in a sports bra and short shorts— both of which fit very differently on her as... a guy!? hello pecs. hello HIPBONES. her face is also a little more masculine, but it's still very much her. ]
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holy shit.
holy fucking shit that's.
that's Eve. her Eve. her gorgeous, delightful, delicious Eve, as always, just a little to the left and oh god it's a shame Korone's bedroom door is shut because there's no doubt that if it'd been open, Eve would have heard the chirpchirpchirps from across the house ]
YOU
you pleas
doorppen pls
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but she flings her phone vaguely in the direction of her bed and okay now she can barrel for Korone's room. she knocks on the door mostly as a heads up before shoulder-checking it open— completely unable to stop herself from taking a deep breath as she does, even while knowing it's probably going to knock her olfactorily on her ass. ]
Sorry to make you wait—
[ it comes out breathless and raspy, a good few notes lower than her usual speaking voice. ]
Re: SPICY SEASON TIME
There are blankets and pillows a-plenty here. Hoodies and t-shirts and dresses and any other bits of clothing her datemates let her have, too; not to mention the piles of Eve's shed fur Korone had very happily trotted away with after one particularly thorough brushing session. It's all clumsily but cosily woven together to create a wonderfully warm, cosy safe space saturated with the scent of her mates.
And in the middle of it all is Korone, naked, flushed and desperately wanting, curled up around a firm pillow with a hand between her legs. The toy feels good but it's not enough, it's nowhere close to enough, she wants — ]
Eve. [ The plea is in her scent as much as it is her voice. ] Get, get over here. Please. — oh fuck, I should've sent those videos … I've been saving … months ago. [ Yeah, there's more where that one came from. ]
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