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“Okay, stay right there. If you move or break the circle I might mess this up. Like usual.” Licorice spoke softly to his servant, which timidly pressed its hands together, an unreadable expression on what could be called its face. “Okay, thank you, here we go.”
Licorice sighed nervously, carefully uncorking the bottle he held and coughing as the overwhelming scent of red velvet extract and pure wet dog filled his lungs.
“Well, at least I grabbed the right one, that’s for sure.” He shook his head to refocus himself, carefully tilting the bottle to drop just a slight amount into the four bowls around the circle he had drawn into the grass.
He heard the Licorice servant chirp quietly but ignored it until it hurriedly ran up to him, which he still failed to process.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Clover’s voice rang out, and Licorice startled so hard that he poured way too much into the last bowl, most of the rest spilling into the grass. He muttered expletives, carefully corking the bottle to save the rest before looking up at Clover, who had been remarkably silent.
To his horror, Licorice noticed the circle glowing and beginning to develop markings as Clover stood frozen in the center.
“Oh, SHIT! SHIT!” Licorice quickly rushed to the outside of the circle, being bounced back by the purple and red aura like he had run into a glass door. Clover turned his head to look at him, floating off the ground and giggling as if being tickled.
“Hold on! I’ll get you out, just hold on!” Licorice began tossing the contents of the bowls forward into the circle, only for the glow to become more solid and far more red than purple. “FUCK! God fucking damnit!”
Clover seemed to have noticed Licorice’s distress by this point, float-walking in a shockingly graceful way over to the wall. He brought himself to land before gently touching the wall, causing it to crack and then shatter like glass, the shards vanishing as quickly as they appeared, leaving a dark mist in their wake.
Licorice frantically flapped his sleeves to clear the mist, somewhat succeeding as he noticed Clover coughing on the ground.
“Clover! Are you okay?”
Clover coughed again, looking to Licorice as his hat suddenly fell off and his cape lifted with sudden force.
“What the hell..?” Licorice carefully picked up his hat, placing it back on his head only for it to fall off once more. Worried something had happened, Licorice set his hat aside and felt through his hair for any differences. To both of their shocks, Licorice ended up accidentally scratching the base of two dog-like ears that had seemingly sprouted from his head, causing him to kick his leg involuntarily. One flopped over, almost hidden in his hair, while the other stood up straight and out of place.
“Oh fuck.” Licorice quickly circled, finding an absurdly fluffy tail suddenly attached to Clover. When he grabbed it, Clover yelped and quickly jumped up, growling before slapping his hands over his mouth.
“Licorice. What the fuck is going on.” Clover looked him dead in the eyes while baring his teeth, giving Licorice more than enough time to notice they were extraordinarily pointed.
“I was trying an experiment and-”
“Please, please tell me you can reverse it.” Clover picked up his hat, holding it safely off the ground, off-put by its absence from his head.
“That’s a great question… it might be a few days. Or a week. If I’m lucky, it’ll just go away, but I’ll start working on a way to fix it right now!”
“Why didn’t you make a way to reverse it?”
“My servants just poof after a week or two! I didn’t expect to need a reverse!” Licorice sighed, gesturing aimlessly at Clover. “Look, I can’t watch you and do the cure, and I can’t just have you out and about like… this.” He gestured pointedly to the tail, which had begun to attempt to curl between his legs. “Velvet can watch you. It’s his aura and all, he would know best.”
“Why not Herb?”
“Are you kidding? He literally freezes when a cakehound even gets near him.”
“A fair point.” Clover shrugged, beginning to walk. “Fine, let’s go. Let me guess, you’ll want notes from him?”
“Of course! What do you think I am, a non-scientific plebeian? I’m offended.” He snickered at his own joke, as did Clover.
They continued to talk on the way, Licorice slowly growing annoyed with being pelted by Clover’s tail. He was very glad to quickly explain the situation to Velvet and escape to his lab to avoid any questions.
As the door closed, Velvet tilted his head at Clover, as Clover did the same.
“Don’t be weird. Just because you’re like a dog now doesn’t mean you get to act like one.” Velvet crossed his arms as Clover’s tail wagged in sync with his.
Clover essentially ignored him, walking over to curl up on the bed, grabbing one of his discarded shirts and smelling it.
“Ew, ew, stop that-” Velvet reached to grab it, only for Clover to snarl and block his way. Velvet instinctively growled back, and both just paused in confusion.
“Are we seriously fighting because you’re like a dog now?”
“Oh my god, are you bad with other dogs or something? That’s hilarious.”
“You growled at me first!”
“You tried to take something from me!” Clover grabbed the shirt even harder, covering it partially.
“Oh my god. Okay, yeah, nope, I’ll go get Licorice. I’m not doing this.” Velvet held up his hands in defeat, walking out of the room and shutting the door behind him.
He was about 15 minutes into his very leisurely stroll when his phone began violently ringing, him picking up to a rather nonchalant Licorice.
“Hey, Velv, while I was working on the cure I figured out that apparently I took this right before you went into one of your ultra-rare heats. Too bad it’s all wasted.”
“Why does that matter?” Velvet paused in place, tapping his foot in mild annoyance.
“Oh, he’s about to go into heat. Figured you’d want a heads up.”
“I’m halfway to your lab!”
“Well, turn around. Good luck!”
Just like that, Licorice hung up.
“Damnit!”
Velvet huffed angrily before turning on his heel, walking ever so slightly faster back to the house.
“Herb?” Velvet called out, hoping to be able to just call out in case him and Clover fought again, but he was met with silence.
“Clover?”
Silence once more.
He huffed and went up to his room, expecting to end up in a fight to the death with one of his soulmates, only to find a very different scene when he opened the door.
Clover was still on the bed, now missing all of his clothing and whining desperately while holding Velvet’s shirt close to him. His hand between his thighs didn’t seem to be doing much for him, though his quiet, drawn out whimpers nearly killed Velvet on the spot.
“C-clover?” Velvet had almost never stuttered in his life, but he found the other’s name caught in his throat. Clover responded only with a low whine, looking to Velvet with desperation clear in his face.
“Wow. Holy shit, are you okay? I’m never this bad…”
Clover, clearly frustrated with Velvet’s inaction, gathered all of his focus to force out one desperate plea.
Velvet quickly closed the door.
He sat next to Clover on the bed, slowly working to undo his belt. Clover was clearly growing impatient, causing him to basically rip off whatever he could as soon as he could.
“Slow down, slow down, it’s not that serious or urgent-”
“I feel like I’m in lava, what do you mean!” Clover growled, moving to elbows and knees, raising his hips into the air as he grabbed a pillow to hold. “Now please, please, just fuck me already!” His voice trailed off into a whine, and he hardly had to ask Velvet twice.
Velvet carefully held his hips, looking down at Clover as he lifted his tail out of the way.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to-”
“Please. I’m begging you.” Clover whined, lifting his hips just slightly higher with the support of Velvet’s hands.
“Good boy.”
Velvet almost regretted the statement as Clover’s tail slapped him in the face a few times, but he ignored it.
He lined himself up, looking down at Clover once more before quickly connecting their hips. Clover was almost winded by the force of it, shocked to find no pain as a somewhat shocked moan was pulled out of him. His hips instantly fell limp, but Velvet was prepared and gently held him up as he turned his face to bite the pillow to hide his moans of Velvet being completely still.
Velvet chuckled after giving him a moment to adjust, beginning to gently rock his hips. Despite the pillow, Clover’s noises were still loud enough for Velvet to hear, and for every noise he heard he sped up ever so slightly.
He was somewhat saddened by the muffling of Clover’s moans, deciding to take matters into his own hands to hear them again. He quickly pulled out almost entirely before quickly slamming himself in, causing Clover to release the pillow with a gasp of pleased shock. Not giving him even a moment to return to his latch on the pillow, Velvet began to repeat the action, speeding up each time, causing Clover’s moans to grow ever louder.
Velvet was ashamed to admit to him that his stamina was running out while it was near impossible to tell how close Clover was. When Clover noticed Velvet’s thrusts growing shaky, he gathered all of his energy to speak.
“Inside, please, please breed me-” While normally the phrase would have made them both cringe, at this moment it was all the encouragement Velvet needed to manage a few final thrusts, pulling Clover in close as he finished. Clover moaned his name shakily, and Velvet didn’t fail to notice the feeling of Clover finishing around him.
He carefully pulled out, rolling Clover over to his back. Clover panted slightly, his tail wagging as much as possible. Velvet could already predict Clover’s question before he asked it as he spread his legs and made a pleading face at Velvet.
“Again?”
“This is going to be a long week.”