Box of Bittybones

by DrErotica

Summary:

You, an unstable bipolar bitch who can't hold a relationship or job, run into a box full of 3 1/2 little bittybones. You have your work cut out for you, will you end of rehabilitation these little dudes or will you be just as bad as their previous owner?

 

Heads up so you don't waste your time waiting to find out-
- Reader tops/doms 100% of the time
- Reader does not maliciously abuse the bitties, accidents just happen
- Kinda starts sexual at the very beginning, and this will be mainly kinky stuff
- Piss stuff but only for humiliation, no weird consumption of it
- MPreg

Notes:

Quick first chapter, the next ones will be longer :D

Chapter 1: Impulsive Save

All you could hear was yelling as you stormed out of the bar and grill, leaving before someone kicked you out themselves, slamming the heavy door behind you. The brick building shook for a moment, and you froze on the doorstep unsure of what to do now. You had left from the bar backdoor, running from the bitchy bartender you once called family, and into the pouring rain. You barely even felt the tears falling with all the harsh splatters of water falling onto your face.

You looked up at the sky, expression changing back and forth from a frown to sobbing, pissed off that the sky was hiding the stars behind thick, gray clouds. Your fists clenched and unclenched, shortly pacing in front of the back door, unsure of what to do or how to express your emotions. Finally you noticed boxes full of food and trash, the entire back alley was full of garbage, and you ran over to drop kick a heavy box full of junk.

Letting yourself physically let out the pain felt fucking awesome, and one by one you kicked anything you could reach in the back alley. You caught yourself yelling random names from your personal life before each kick, every person you lost, every person you pushed away.

Bipolar Disorder is a bitch. You couldn’t keep a job, you couldn’t keep a friendship, and you sure as hell couldn’t keep a family. The mania is screaming in your ears that it’s their fault, it’s everyone else’s problem but yours, but not so deep down you knew it was your fucking fault.

You were alone again. For the millionth fucking time you were alone and it was all your fault. You screamed and brought down a punch against the brick wall, adrenaline preventing you from feeling the impact. You cried out in anguish, recognizing that you look like a fucking insane asylum patient, but honestly you weren’t far off. Why did you have to be like this? Why you? Why not anyone else that deserves it? Maybe you do deserve it. Maybe you do deserve to be forever mentally fucked.

You fell to your knees, breathing heavily and scratching at the brick wall. You were reeling down from your explosion, but if you didn’t get up and walk away now it would just start again. You really can’t afford to be arrested again this month.

After a dozen deep breaths, doing your best to calm yourself down between angered sobs, your senses slowly begin to come back. Looking around you realize how much of a mess you made, and after a quiet, mental pep talk you stood up and began to gather up the boxes and trash. You opened the big black trash bin and threw a couple boxes in, and while turning to grab another you freeze. Did you just hear something cry out?

It sounded like a squeak, but you’d been roommates with rats before and they did not sound that, cute? Going back to the trash bin you throw out the trash you had just put in there and take a look around. You listen again but don’t hear anything, inspiring you to gently nudge the trash that was already in there. Not that one, not the bag, not the shallow box- wait.

Nudging a closed box you hear it again, a frightened squeak. You touch it again and you hear two different chirps, fucking hell there’s something alive in there!

You quickly grab the box and bring it to a sheltered part of the alley, just barely out of the rain’s line of fire. The box was viciously taped up, as if someone really didn’t want what was in here to get out. Worried that it might be a couple kittens you take your longest nail and scratched at the tape. You could hear light whimpering coming from inside, and all you could mutter was a simple “Hang on” while picking at the enclosure.

Finally, you got most of the tape free and ripped it open, flipping over the flaps to the box so that whatever was in there could breathe- Wtf is this?

There, in the shallow box were three little skeleton creatures, one was standing protectively over the other two as best it could, and once your eyes reached them you understood why. One of them was unconscious, you assumed it wasn’t sleeping just by how rough you were with the box, and the other one was tightly bound around it’s whole body, topped with a tight, thin rope squeezing between his jaws.

You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you, and it seemed as though the sound scared the only ‘free’ skeleton because he began to cry inconsolably. Unconsciously you began to gently shush the creature, which only made him look up at you with tear filled eyes.

“Hey.. It’s okay, you don’t have to be afraid..” He didn’t say anything, and you honestly had no idea what you were looking at. Were these those bitty monsters that appeared after the monsters escaped Mt Ebott? You were really rusty on world history, and you blamed dropping out of highschool for that.

From what you could remember you seemed to recall the fact that these things could communicate with humans. Stumbling over your words you try to ask a question that could provide any more context behind this situation.
“What happened here..?” The free bitty looked at you and began shaking.

“P-p-please, help us- I’m s-s-scared,” soon enough he was crying hysterically again. The little creature crawled to the edge of the box and reached his arms up, bouncing up and down while sobbing. “Mama! M-mama p-please!” Your chest hurt at the sight, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out a finger towards the skeleton. He immediately grabbed it with both arms and hugged it tightly, smearing his little tears into your skin. Now that you were touching him you could feel how hard he was shaking, whether from fear or the cold you couldn’t tell.

“Hey hey, shh, I’ll help you. Easy buddy.” His grip was so tight on your finger you were worried that if you pulled away he would fall out of the box. Though just before you tried to retreat your finger you saw the tight up skeleton wiggle violently, a loud growl coming from behind the gag. The skeleton around your finger shot open his eyes and ran towards the other creature, rubbing his skull trying to calm him down. You noticed that the tied up bitty was also crying, his little red eye lights flaring at you in what could be mistaken as anger, but you recognized it as fear.

“Hey, it’s okay, shh.” You take your finger and rub it along the creature's back, causing him to thrash wildly and motioning for his mouth to reach your finger. Noticing how sharp his little teeth were you retreated your hand, assuming that he did not want to be pet. The third skeleton remained motionless, lying limp on his side. You poked it’s back and it did not react.

“Is- is he dead..?” The free skeleton looked up at you and shook his head roughly, scooting over to his unconscious friend.

“Hurt.” Was all he could get out between his little sobs, and you took back your hand, unsure if touching him would do more damage. With the two little creatures staring at you, one afraid and the other hopeful, you clench your fists and nod to yourself.

You came to an easy decision, an impulsive one as usual, but you believe it to be necessary. You gently closed up the box, shushing the skeletons inside, and stood up. You were going to take these creatures home, help them, and take care of them. Hopefully this time you’re up for the challenge. Maybe you could have a family after all, maybe you won’t fuck up again, not this time.

Chapter 2: Welcome Home, New Friends

Summary:

You bring home the box and save the bitties!

Notes:

sorry for any typos

Opening the door to your shitty apartment you hit the lights, carefully carrying the box over to the living room coffee table, the only table in the house. You set the box down and left it there for a moment, standing up and rushing to the bathroom and kitchen to grab some supplies. You snagged three towels, a first aid kit, scissors, a water bottle, some pre-sliced apples, and a pair of thick rubber gloves. Seeing the teeth on that one bitty you knew you might be getting some new scars tonight.

Once in the living room you haphazardly scattered the supplies around the box before scooting it closer to where you sat on the couch. Finally feeling like you’re ready you flip open the box flaps, once again peering inside. Now that you were under a light you could properly see the state that these creatures were in. Each of them wore a gray gown made out of a similar material as a sock, and each piece of clothing was absolutely filthy. Actually, now that you can see properly, the entire box was filthy. It looked as though these strange critters also produced waste, and you could almost see the mix of red and mostly blue gunk smeared all over the bottom of the box.

“Oh god..” You were at a loss for words, and frankly kind of disgusted, but they really needed your help. “Okay, uhm, let’s start with you.” You grabbed the scissors that you snagged from your kitchen drawer and gently dragged the bound skeleton towards you. As soon as you had touched him he began to wiggle, and once he caught a glimpse of the scissors he only struggled more violently. His eyes were blown wide, flaring a bright red, while what looked like drool dribbled down his chin through the gag.

“Hey hey, I’m not going to hurt you, it’s okay-!” It didn’t seem like he was listening, and after a moment he began to cry in his struggles. Every time he opened his eyes he would glare at the scissors before whimpering through his gag. Eventually you came to the realization that he did not in fact like the scissors, prompting you to set them down and raise up your empty hands so that he could see the threat was gone.

“Hey! Look! Look at me! I don’t have it anymore! It’s okay, buddy..” He was breathing hard, eyes looking up at you in questioning fear, and what sounded like light squeaking could be heard between every other breath. “Shhhh,” you tried to console him, bringing your hands down to his sides and gently touching the ropes. “I want to help.”

The other bitty crawled over to the bound critter’s side, scratching his skull soothingly and trying to encourage him to trust you. You really couldn’t blame him for being so upset, and you certainly understood why he was reluctant to trust you, especially if it was a human that did this to him and his friends.

“I’m going to untie you now, okay?” The bitty froze once you brought your hands closer, watching your every move as you gently tug at his restraints. Whoever had done this must have really wanted him immobile because you could not find an easy way to remove this. Realizing that you would have to use the scissors you looked at the bitty directly, and in the most calming voice you spoke. “I need to use the scissors on these ropes. I am not going to hurt you, and if you stay still we will get through this quickly.”

A part of you was relieved when his eyes widened at your words, these bitties did in fact understand you, but another part died inside as you could feel the fear he was radiating. You took the scissors and quickly, before he could thrash too much, snipped one part of his binds. Wanting to get this done as quickly as possible you cut different parts of the rope between his struggle fits, trying to avoid hurting him in the process.

Eventually, though, once his arms were set free the bitty lashed out and scratched along the backside of your hand, making you jolt backwards in pain. You looked down at the wound and winced, noticing that it was a little deeper than a typical cat scratch. You forced yourself to ignore the pain, scolding yourself for not wearing the gloves, and for the moment to see how the bitty was doing now that he was free.

Instead of what you were expecting, which was an angry creature trying to attack you, you saw the red bitty trembling against the back of the box. He was staring up at you with shrunken eye lights, holding up the claws that now had your blood on them. You looked over to the other bitty, expecting him to comfort his friend, but you were surprised again to see him shaking too.

“Hey, what’s the matter..?” They both looked from your hand to his claws, both of them clutching onto each other and trembling. “Oh, no it’s okay, you’re not in trouble..” Ultimately you decide to quickly put a bandaid on your hand so that they wouldn’t have to look at the wound before returning back to the current objective. That red bitty still had the gag on.

“Can I take the gag off..?” You motioned around your own mouth, trying to communicate in case they couldn’t make out your words at the moment. The other skeleton seemed to catch on that you weren’t going to punish them and gently turned his friend around. You quickly picked up the scissors and reached down behind his head to gently cut loose the gag.

Once it was off the bitty let out a long, anguished sigh, silently beginning to cry again as he turned back around to face you.

“Does that feel better?” He didn’t verbally respond and simply nodded while stretching out his jaw, taking a few test bites in the air.

With freeing the bound bitty finished that only left one more skeleton to help, the one you were the most nervous about. Looking straight at him nothing looked out of the ordinary, at least what you came to expect as ordinary from the other two. He looked much heavier than the others despite being smaller, a mini beer belly popping out from the rest of his bones. He also had a sock-like dress and gross, waste stains on the cardboard below him.

“What’s wrong with him?” You looked at the other two bitties questioningly and the bright blue one seemed at a loss. Now that the red one was free, though, he was able to answer you instead.

“Low magic level. He needs food and water.” You nodded, embarrassed that you didn’t come to that conclusion yourself, and grabbed the water bottle you had snagged from the kitchen.

“Okay, could you two prop him onto his back so I can pour some water down his throat?” Did it even have a throat? You were honestly so confused but this is what they said he needed, so you were going to do it.

The two other bitties gently took their friend into their arms, laying him back against their inward shoulders and tilted his head up for you to reach. Ever so gently you took the cap off the water bottle, covered half of the opening with your thumb to prevent too much flow, and dripped a line of water into the bitty’s mouth.

The bright blue eyed skeleton shook him a bit before the red one motioned for him to stop. The 3rd bitty didn’t respond to the drink, prompting you to pour a bit more. Underneath his sock dress you could see a neutral blue glow on his chest slowly grow brighter the more water you poured down.

“It’s working! It’s working!” The little bitty was bouncing up and down in excited relief, in turn accidentally shaking the unconscious skeleton. You were about to try and stop him from moving before you saw two little blue lights open to look up at you.

“There ya go, hello little dude.” The newly awakened critter hazily scanned his surroundings, his tiny expression of confusion slowly turned into nervous fear, flaring his dull eye lights up at you.

“Wh-what?? Where are we?” His voice was hoarse and his movements were groggy, and a nervous part of you got the suspicion that maybe he fell unconscious by an outside source rather than just his own exhaustion. “Are we back??”

“No no we aren’t back there, this is someplace else!” The brighter skeleton piped up in hopes to comfort his friend, though it seemed to fall onto deaf ears(?).

“What does it want?? What did it say??” He was frantically trying to scoot backwards, away from you.

“That’s a good question, the fuck do you want, bitch??” The red skeleton bared his sharp teeth and started to growl at you, bringing an arm in front of his friends.

“I-I don’t want anything! I just saw you guys in the box and I wanted to help!” You raised up your hands in defense and sat up on the couch, noticing that you were leaning over them.

“What-?” The middle bitty looked so confused, and it seemed like his friends didn’t want to answer. “Why were we in a box-?”

“Yeah, how did you guys get in that situation?” You couldn't help but question alongside him, both of you eyeing the other bitties.

The cheerier bitty shrunk in on himself, hugging his knees to his chest and suddenly finding the floor very interesting to look at. “D-Daddy was trying to punish me for crying, so Edgy bit him but that made Daddy more mad. Then- Then he put you to sleep *hic* and tied up edgy *sniff* a-and told me I was too *hic* s-stupid to understand why he hated me- and- and- wwahhhh..” The little skeleton burst into tears, seemingly unable to speak anymore, and began to wipe his tiny fists over his eyes.

The red bitty immediately went over to his friend and began shushing him, pulling him into a hug and rubbing his back. The third bitty watched in shocked horror, processing all of the information that he was given.

“You guys were abandoned..?” The red bitty shot you a glare as his friend sobbed even harder, and you mentally slapped yourself. “Uhm, well, we don’t have to talk about this right now. Are you guys hungry-?”

All of them perked up at that, and finally you had all six eye lights fixated on you at once. You gave a warm smile and grabbed the little plate of apple slices you snagged and placed the whole plate into the box.

“I don’t really know what you guys eat, so I hope this is okay?” The red bitty crawled over and sniffed the food suspiciously.

“You don’t have bitty kibble?” Kibble? Shit, is that what they eat?

“Uhm no, I’m sorry, is that what you want to eat-?”

“No!” The skeleton that was previously crying was now frantically scooting over to the plate of food. “No thank you, I-I mean. This is wonderful.” He beamed up at you before practically shoving half an apple slice into his tiny mouth. The other two nodded in agreement before grabbing slices for themselves.

You calmly watched them eat for a moment before turning back to the water bottle. It was one of the ones where a plastic little cup was attached to the top for shot-sized doses of water for whatever reason. Plucking off the cap you poured some water into the little container before placing it into the box for the bitties to drink.

You noticed that they didn’t all eat for themselves but seemed to have a system of who prioritized the food. The two bitties that have been awake this whole time were passing apple slices back to the weakest one, making sure that he was full and hydrated before they helped themselves. You assumed it was because he was asleep for a long time and ignored the idea it’d be anything else.

They made quick work of the apple slices, each of them now covered in the fruit juices and splatters of the water you gave them. That was when you remembered just how filthy these guys were, and especially the box. Bath time in the sink it is, then.
“Hey, I think it’s time for a bath before everyone goes to bed, yeah?” All three sets of eyes stared at you in confusion.

“You’re going to give us a bath?” The weakest bitty questioned, as though that was an unusual thing.

“Yeah, I’ll set you guys up in the bathroom sink with some soap and washcloths.” They all looked at each other, the bright blue bitty beaming in excitement. “I’m going to pick up the box now, okay?”

You did as you said, gently lifting the box and holding it to your chest to prevent too much movement. All three of them huddled together, nervously looking around as you walked towards your bathroom. You opened the door with one hand and flipped the light switch, revealing your calming, ocean themed bathroom to the three critters. You heard a couple quiet gasps as you carefully set the dirty box onto the bathroom counter.

“Alright, I’m gonna set up the sink for you guys, how about you three get undressed and ready?” Without looking at them you turned on the water faucet, testing out the temperature with your fingers and tweaking with the knobs until you got it to an acceptable warmth. Plugging the sink you let the water fill up the sink while reaching underneath the counter, collecting three of your smallest wash cloths. You grabbed some spare body soap and three clean towels as well, placing all of the supplies to the empty side of the counter.

You turned towards the bitties finally and made a confused sound, noticing how they were still fully dressed and huddled in the furthest corner. The two healthiest bitties blocked your vision to their friend, protectively covering him from your gaze.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” You tried to keep your voice calm and quiet, unsure of what you did wrong. “Don’t you want to undress and get ready-?”

“Ready for what!? Huh?!” The red one growled at you, moving in front of the other two skeletons. “What exactly are you gonna do??”

“I was going to put you in the bath-” But you were cut off.

“Why do we need to take off our clothes?!” It suddenly clicked with you that they didn’t want to be naked. You hadn’t even considered that perspective, especially since they were skeletons and not human.

“Well, your clothes are very dirty, and I’m sure you’ll want to put on something nicer..?” You did your best trying to explain but the bitty only got angrier, little tears forming around his eye sockets threatening to fall.

“You so much as touch them and I’ll bite your hand clean off! D-don’t doubt me!” You backed up and nodded, trying to de-escalate the situation.

“I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to.” You shut off the sink, noticing that it was at a good level for the bitties to sit in. “But I do want you guys to be able to clean up. The bath is ready, and I can leave if you want me to-”

“Please don’t go!” The nicer bitty piped up, stepping in front of his friend. “We really do need a human’s help, and I know you’re nice..” He poked his pointer fingers together and you had to stop yourself from cooing at how adorable he was.

“Is it okay with everyone if I stay and help?” The brightest bitty lightly hopped up and down while the others slowly nodded their heads. “Okay, do you mind taking off your little clothes now?”

The two bitties who were the most active and responsive took off their own clothes, the red one eyeing you and watching your movements, though the third stayed still. All of them worked together to take off his sock-like dress, and you had to fight back a gasp at the sight before you.

There, underneath the bittie’s clothes was a blue, jelly-like belly with what looked like the tiniest white soul in the center. His two friends propped him up on their shoulders and all three looked up to you, ready.

“What- What is that?” You couldn’t hold back your worry, causing the bitty in question to blush a deep blue and look away.

“That’s our baby!” The cheerier skeleton piped up, giving you a proud, toothy grin. The red skeleton nervously looked up at you, seemingly afraid of how you might react to this information.

“That’s incredible,” you took a step closer and looked at the bitty belly. “Woah.” You couldn’t stop gawking, that was a baby? What did that even insinuate? Did these things reproduce like mammals? He said it was their baby, did these little guys fuck for this to happen?? Eventually you were snapped out of it by a growling grunt from the red bitty, bringing your attention back to the bath. “Right, here, I’m going to pick up one of you at a time and place you in the sink, okay?”

Each of them nodded in agreement before you reached down to gently lift them each into the warm water, all of them sinking into the warm bath in a moment of calm. As the three of them relaxed into the water you began to grab the wash rags and foam up some soap.

“So, what are your names?” You realized that the author was having a hell of a time describing which skeleton is doing what so maybe it was about damn time to ask this.

“We don’t really have names..”

“Oh, well, we can’t have that now can we?” You ever so gently picked up the bright blue eyed bitty and began to gently wash his brittle bones with your washcloth. “What should your name be?”

“W-well, I’m a Baby Blue type, if that helps at all-” He was cut off by you washing the sides of his ribs, giggling from being tickled.

“What about Bubbles?” He looked up at you with wide eyes, a light blue blush flushing over his skull.

“I love it, thank you human-!” He smiled before looking up at you with a questioning expression, “but what do we call you?”

“Oh, well my name is Y/N-”

“C-can I call you Mama??” His little eye lights turned into huge stars, beaming up to you with excitement.

“Okay Bubbles, you can call me Mama. I’m not your mom though, okay?” The little guy rolled his starry eyes.

“I know that, it’s just what bitties call their masters.”

“Well, I’m not your master either-” Immediately his little face fell, star shaped eye lights gone and replaced with little teardrops around his sockets.

“Y-you don’t want us..?” He sniveled, pulling at your sensitive heart strings.

“Woah, hey, I didn’t say that. I said I’m not your master, I don’t want to control you or anything.”

“Oh,” he didn’t say anything else and just let you finish washing him clean. Once you were done you set Bubbles back down and reached for the red bitty, only to just barely dodge a bite.

“Ahh, sorry! Can I pick you up?” He glared at you with a confused expression.

“Why are you so fuckin weird? Why you askin me fer permission?” His little face flushed a slight red before t-posing, ready to be picked up.

“I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” he didn’t reply. The poor dude sat rigid in your hand, blushing madly as you washed him and refusing to look you in the eye. You noticed how warm he felt and then a name popped into your head.
“I feel like you should be called Chili, if that’s okay.” You didn’t even know if he knew what a chili pepper was so you decided to elaborate, “It’s like a vegetable that really burns your mouth when you eat it.”

There’s his little smile, you knew he’d have a cute happy face and you were glad you finally got him to relax. “Sure, it’s fine or whatever.” Even if he didn’t mean to show it you could tell he loved the new name. For him you did your best to quickly and effectively finish washing his bones, not wanting to prolong the session and make him any more uncomfortable.

Setting Chili down it was now time for the last bitty’s wash, the little party of two. “Are you ready?” He looked up at you, nervously covering his center area before hesitantly nodding. Very slowly you took the little skeleton into your hands, laying his back against your palm and doing your best to fully support his little body while you grabbed a clean washcloth.

“I-I’m a Sansy type,” you looked at him questioningly and he blushed, “F-for the name.”

“Oh, hm, lemme think about this one.” You ever so gently cleaned his little legs and feet, wiping down the dirt and grime on his arms and skull, before finally reaching his center. “May I?”

The little bitty nodded, nervously watching you as you very lightly wipe over his belly with the washcloth. At some point he began to tremble, making you pull away and get a proper look at his little belly.

“That’s really a baby?” He nodded, little tears forming at the edges of his sockets as he began to become visibly distressed and nervous. “Can I call you Robin?” He looked up at you questioningly before you began to elaborate.

“Robins are birds that lay bright blue eggs, some of the most beautiful eggs that come from such a dull, tough bird.” His little eyes widened, the blush glowing an even deeper shade of blue as he nodded at the name.

“I like that, thank you,” he hesitated for a moment before finishing with, “Mama..”

Now it was your turn to blush, why was that so fucking cute? You set Robin back down into the water so that Bubble and Chili could help him rinse off the soap.

While the bitties were busy finishing up their bath you moved over to the bathtub and placed three thick towels on the bottom. Deciding it wasn’t enough you grabbed a flat heating pad from under the bathroom sink and placed it under the towels, plugging it into the nearest outlet. Once satisfied you moved back over to the sink and got the dry towels for the bitties ready.

“Are you guys finished? I’m ready to dry you off.” They all nodded at you, done and ready to leave the bath. You grabbed Bubble and carefully wrapped him up into a hand towel, he still had plenty of space to wiggle around but was curled up cozily in the makeshift bed.

Next you lifted Chili, asking for permission of course, and wrapped him up as well next to Bubble in a conveniently red colored hand towel. Last but not least, you lifted up Robin and set him in the fluffies towel you had, making sure he was as cozy as possible.
Lifting all three towels with the bitties in them you brought the bundle to the bathtub, setting them all down into the center where the heating pad was hidden beneath. Chili and Robin were already beginning to doze off, looking up at you with tired little skeleton smiles. Though before you could leave you heard Bubble squeak out, “Mama! Wait!”

Leaning down again you looked over at the little skeleton and smiled, “what’s up Bubble?” He gave you a tired, sad smile, peaking over the little towel.

“Thank you for saving us.” You replied with a ‘no problem’ but he was likely already asleep before he could hear you. Turning and standing to leave the bathroom you took one last look at the sleeping creatures before shutting off the bathroom light, quietly closing the door.

Once you were in your bedroom you flopped down on the bed, absolutely exhausted. Today was a sickening roller coaster of emotions and it was too much to take in right now. Though, as you set a timer for 7:00 am to wake up before your new, little friends, you smiled gratefully that you found a new purpose today. Sleep came easily for the first time in months, and your dreams were quiet from their usual turmoil.

Chapter 3: Things Are Getting Weird

Summary:

You make the bitties some clothes and food! They are acting really odd, though

Notes:

sorry for any typos!

There they were, you’re family, shaking their heads in the usual disappointment. You had messed up again, another failed class, another fight broke out, you blew all your savings. All of the usual mistakes were back and they wouldn't let it go. You had to let them go, cut them off, for their safety.

Your family started melting, your hands too hot for them to handle, every time you tried to reach for them or hug them they only melted faster. You were crying out now, saying their names and spewing apologies. A gut wrenching sound broke out, aggravating bells that made you feel annoyed. Your family was melting but these bells were pulling you even further away, louder and louder until you opened your eyes.

7:00 AM, Saturday, you were alone in your crappy apartment. No, wait, you weren’t alone, remember last night! You had three skeletons in your closet! Quickly you threw on some acceptable, somewhat good smelling clothes and left your bedroom, tip toeing over to the only bathroom in the house.

As stealthily as you could possibly manage you peaked open the bathroom door, letting some sunlight shine in and illuminate the bathroom just enough for you to peer inside. There, in the tub, slept the three rescued bittybones, all of which were still sound asleep. Not wanting to disturb them, you shut the door to a crack, in case they woke up, and carefully walked away from the bathroom.

Man, you were really out of your depth. You pulled a classic move of impulsively bringing home another wild animal. Only this time, you had three! And they talked! Three more little mouths to feed, and oh my god aren’t they naked right now?!?!

Swiftly you pushed the panicked thoughts aside and set your train of thought onto a new mission. Find that ancient sewing box and make these little dudes some decent clothes. Pulling out the dusty basket full of your old supplies and fabric scraps you gathered all of the materials needed to make these little clothes.

Three fabric squares of varying patterns, three large scraps of old worn out jeans, a very old blanket for warmer clothes, and a little doll to approximate their size dimensions. Unfortunately you determined that you’d have to work without music in order to keep an ear out for the bitties, but with the mania hyperfocus you were sure you were gonna lose yourself to the art like usual.

After about an hour and a half of making the clothes patterns you heard a little voice coming from the bathroom. Since the little skeletons were naked and they seemed to value their dignity you stayed where you were to work harder on the clothes. If they needed you they could call out or come out here.

Soon enough though, to your surprise, you heard the bathroom door creak open. You did your best not to turn and look, hoping to let the bitty approach you themselves. There was a moment of quiet, and you assumed it was the creature watching you and scoping the area, before little shuffles across the carpet could be heard.

You kept on sewing, not looking up until the bitty was directly in front of you, to which you were surprised to see Chili, the angrier one. He was still naked though now wrapped up in the hand towel you had given him the night before, using it to cover himself.

“What’re you doin’?” He stared in an almost judgmental expression, his red eyes scanning around the masterpiece.

“I’m making the three of you some clothes,” you motioned towards the little t-shirts you had finished from the basic, patterned fabric squares. “Trying to make a variety so that you guys can choose who gets what.”

“You’re doing all of this.. for us?” He looked up at you with a confused frown wrinkling his face. “Why?”

“Well I doubt you want to keep covering yourself with those hand towels and I know how to sew, so, win win.” You hummed in satisfaction as you finished the first mini pair of jeans and set it down on the ‘finished’ pile. “Are you hungry at all?”

Chili seemed to think about that before shyly nodding, tightening the hand towel around himself.

“How do eggs sound? Maybe with bacon? I also have some cereal but that might not be filling enough for you guys, it certainly never fills me but I love the sugary stuff.”

The bitty sighed and sat down cross legged, still frowning to himself. “Sure, whatever.”

Chili silently watched you work and finally it was beginning to get too quiet for your tastes, especially now that someone else was in the room. You thought to yourself on what to talk about before settling one of the main questions in your mind.
“How did Robin get pregnant?” Chili jumped at the question, staring at the ground. “You don’t have to tell me, but I am a little curious.”

It took him a moment to find the words but eventually he responded with, “well we’ve always been pretty close, guess it was gonna happen sooner or later..” He couldn’t look at you, and you felt like you saw a bit of shame in his expression.

“What about your old human? Why did he, uhm, leave you guys?” Now he was scowling.

“Nun of ya business, that’s why.” You stopped the personal questions after that.

Once you had finished an entire set of clothes you handed Chili a small pair of jeans, some little socks, some underwear, and you let him pick a t-shirt to his liking. To make him feel more comfortable you closed your eyes and turned away from him so he could get dressed, only able to listen to his cute little frustrated grunts as he fit into the clothes.

Soon enough you heard a shy “Done,” and turned around. You couldn’t stop the coo that escaped your mouth which only made the bitty blush a deep crimson.

“You look really good in jeans, and that shirt matches your cool personality,” you tried to save yourself by complimenting him in a way he would prefer and it seemed to work. Chili smirked and posed with his arms crossed, proud of his new outfit.
“Thanks, this is much better than the sock dress.” You both chuckled at that before hearing the bathroom door creak open again. It was Bubbles, wrapped up in the same hand towel, holding hands with Robin. They were both sharing the towel as we scooted closer,

“Good morning, I made some stuff for you guys while you were asleep, take your pick.” You motioned towards the little clothes you had finished so far and they both peered over the towel in curiosity. Grabbing two little pairs of underwear you handed them both at least a little bit of clothes to cover up at the moment.

“Let me know if something doesn’t fit, I’ll fix it up for ya.” They both nodded and put on the little underwears, you doing your best not to face their direction and focus on the pants in your hands.

“Ohh nice! Boxers!” Bubbles jumped out of the towel with his new undergarment, spinning around to take a good look at himself. “Wowie, I’ve never had underwear before. Thank you Mama!” You smiled and motioned towards the shirts that you made, prompting him to pick one.

“Mwehehe, this one has bubbles on it!” He held up the little t-shirt made from the cheap materials you had and smiled up at you. Jesus Christ he was adorable.

“I’m glad you like it, I was hoping you’d pick that one.” You turned your head away as he put the shirt on to look at Robin, who was still covering himself with the towel despite wearing underwear now.

“Robin, do you want to pick out a shirt?” Ever since Chili joined you in the hallway to sew you had made a multitude of shirts from the same, simple pattern. You really did want them to have a variety.

The smallest bitty nodded, scooting closer to the selections before pointing at a Hawaiian patterned shirt. You picked it up and handed it to the tiny skeleton, silently hoping that you made the shirts long enough for the fabric to cover his belly. He really did seem insecure about it, or maybe just really protective. You couldn’t blame him at all, really.

“Well look at that, now you really look like a dad!” as soon as you made the joke you were afraid the bitty wouldn’t understand, but you were pleasantly surprised when he let out a muffled chuckle into his hands.

“How did you guys sleep?” You were almost done sewing the last pair of jeans, giving the other finished pair to Robin since Bubbles didn’t seem to care if he was naked or not.

“Good, really good..” Robin sat criss-crossed next to Chili, a sad expression on his face.

“It was the best we’ve slept in months!” Bubbles jumped up and down, “I feel so refreshed and energized!” The other two bitties quietly groaned as he jumped in circles around them.

“Well I’m really glad to hear that, maybe later today we can make you guys some beds? I know a place where I can find free, crappy wood scraps that we could use. I haven’t made blankets in a long time but I would love to try again for you three.” You were just finishing sewing the little cuffs on the bottoms of these jeans.

“You’d make us beds?!?!” Bubbles ran over to your knee, jumping up and down. You could tell he really wanted to touch you but for whatever reason was hesitant.

“Yep! They might not be very well made though..” You heard an annoyed growl from Chili.

“Why do ya keep pullin’ that shit?” You looked up at him, confused.

“Language!” Bubbles hushed him but Chili kept going.

“You keep telling us you’ll waste your time making us shit and then say it’s gonna be garbage.” They all silently looked at you, seemingly in quiet agreement at the statement.

“I just- I don’t- I think you all deserve better..” You finished the pair of jeans and looked down at it. It really wasn’t that bad, but it wasn’t one of the fancy, expensive clothes you’d see in a bitty store. Little clothes that had buttons and pockets, made out of the best materials.

“I’m kinda jobless right now so I can’t really buy the typical bittybones stuff for you all..”

“That’s not- That’s not what I meant..” Chili frowned, staring at the ground with a red flush on his cheekbones. “I meant we appreciate what ur doin’. You don’t have ta downplay ‘urself.”
You looked at him and smiled, admittedly some red coming to your face too.

“I really do want to help you guys in any way I can. Please, if you need anything don’t be afraid to ask me.” You reached down towards Bubbles and rubbed his back. “That includes if you want to touch me.”

You felt the happy bitty begin to make a rattling purr in his little body, his eyes closing in satisfaction while leaning against your touch.

“I finished the pants for you Bubbles, I hope it fits.” He beamed up at you before frantically trying to put them on. Once they fit around his hip bones he did a little twirl, trying his best to see all angles of himself. “It looks good on you!”

“Thank you so much, Mama!” He ran over to your knee again before pausing to check your face. Once he saw your smile he gave you a tiny hug around the knee and the cutest skeleton kiss, which was more like a self inflicted boop.

“Haha alright, who’s hungry?” You were a little spooked once all three of them jumped up to say ‘Me!’ So cute.

 

Very carefully Bubbles and Chili rested on your left and right shoulder while your hands gently cupped around Robbin. You chuckled to yourself, thinking about how they were like the personal angel and devil on people’s shoulders in the movies. All the way to the kitchen the two by your head clutched tightly to your shirt, trying to find a way to get comfortable without worrying about falling off. In your palms though you gently rubbed Robin’s skull with your thumbs, doing your best to keep him calm while so high up in the air.

All three bitties happily sat on the ledge above your sink, right in front of the window to the backside of the apartment complex. Bubbles stood on the windowsill with his skelly hands and face pressed up against the glass. Every now and then he would try to point out something cool while his mouth was still squished up against the window. Chili walked around the ledge, no doubt judging all of the random décor you had. One main thing caught his eye though and you began to play with a pair of salt and pepper shakers shaped as skulls.

“They kinda look like you, Chili, don’t they?” He scoffed and didn’t get you a response, though you were hoping for him to bite back somehow. Maybe it’s still too soon for that.

Your hands were plenty busy scrambling eggs and putting bacon slices in the oven. At some point you even reached over to grab the salt and pepper shakers to use on the eggs, all three bitties asking you questions like ‘wtf did you put in our food??’

Robin stayed content sitting criss-cross closest to the faucet, supporting his back against one of your New York big apple ceramics. It seemed as though he was the most interested in what you were doing compared to the other two, and you couldn’t blame him. Especially since he has two souls to feed. Every time he moved his blue jelly belly would poke out from under his new shirt, and every time he realized it he would pull it down to cover up. You made a mental note to try and make him more comfortable around you when it comes to his baby, maybe give him a mini massage later?

“Alright fellas, bacon and eggs hot off the stove! Let’s go sit in the dining room.” The four of you made your way into the living room, which you called your dining room to be funny, and sat yourself down on the couch. Your new friends sat on the table itself, three little teacup plates given to them with pieces of egg and bacon pulled apart to fit their portion sizes.

Suddenly you stopped them before they began to eat, which to your dismay you caught some hurt in their eyes. Quickly you got on with why you stopped them and handed each bitty a torn up napkin.

“Don’t wanna get your new clothes dirty just yet!” There were those smiles! Each of you began to eat in silence but as always, you had to say something to break it.

“Uh Robin, I’ve been meaning to ask you but how far along are you?” He looked up at you confused before your pointed at his stomach with your fork.

“Oh, uhm, maybe 3 ½ months..?” You hummed.

“Guess you got a while before the birth.” They all looked at each other confused.

“It takes nine months for a baby to be born, so I think you’ve got a while, right?” Robin shook his head, and you could tell he was a little excited to teach you something new.

“It takes four months for a babybones to develop, since we’re so small and unintelligent.” Now that made you frown.

“Unintelligent?” You put down your fork and Robin began to squirm in his seat, not looking at you.

Thankfully, Bubbles jumped in to respond for him. “Yeah it only takes four months because our bodies are really small and our brains are so teeny!”

“I don’t think you guys have brains..” That made Bubbles frown a bit in curiosity.

“No I- I guess we don’t, huh.”

You piped in, remembering some of the research you had done on your phone this morning. “Pretty sure monster bodies, especially ones who don’t have all the same physical traits as most living creatures, are reflected from the traits in their soul. That includes intelligence, I believe, so your mind isn’t limited to your physicality but instead limited to your willingness to learn.”

Robin looked up at you with wide eyes, Bubbles going back into eating his food without much of a response. Chili has been awfully quiet, hasn’t he? He was shuffling in his seat.

“Pretty sure Da-” he cleared his throat, “Our owner jus’ told you guys we was stupid so we wouldn’t outsmart him.” Bubble looked up at him curiously. “I mean, Bubble, dontcha remember how he said you were too stupid ta figure out how ta open the lock on yer cage? He said it was the hardest lock ta open, and as soon as he did dat was when ya stopped tryin’.”

Bubbles looked at him with a somber expression. “You really think so? You really think he was wrong..?”

“Course I do Bub, dontcha remember who got us bitty kibble when we was starvin’ dat winter trapped in da box? Or who tied his dirty shoelaces togetha when he was boutta put us in da cold?” Bubble seemed to be thinking too hard to keep eating.
“You always made sure my ecto was hidden from him. You saved my life..” Robin added in, touching Bubbles’ knee in comfort. Bubble reached down and placed his hand on top of Robin’s, gently gripping it.

You noticed how low the mood in the room had gotten and decided to change the subject for the moment.

“Do you guys wanna play a game? I’ve got board games, card games, puzzl-”

“Puzzles?!” Bubble jumped up, knocking over his tea-cup plate, breaking it into three pieces on the glass of the coffee table.

“Oh- Oh no no no, I’m sorry!” Bubble began to cry hysterically before you could react.

“Hey, it’s okay!” You raised your voice a bit so that he could hear you over himself but instead of having the intended effect, the crying bitty jumped and dropped to the ground on all fours facing away from you. Before you could get out another word, Bubbles pulled down his new pants and raised his little pelvis in your direction, shaking in fear.

You really didn’t know what to do, and thankfully you didn’t have to. Chili immediately got up to cover up Bubble, standing between the two of you while leaning over and hugging his friend.

“Shh hey, hey man it's okay, yer okay,” Chili did his best to calm Bubble down, whispering to him between the bitty’s scared cries. Robin couldn’t do anything but watch, too pregnant to move, and look up to you in worry.

Scooping up the cleanly broken pieces of the small plate, you stood and left to retreat to the kitchen. Putting the pieces into the trash you decide it was a good time to wash the dishes and clean up from making breakfast. Every now and then you could hear loud sniffles followed by hushed, gentle whispers.

Before you could bring yourself to face the bitties you set your mind on not coming back empty handed. You reached into the hallway closet and took out a jigsaw puzzle with the pattern of flowers on it. A part of you wished you had a puzzle that had to do with bubbles.

Listening to the living room from the kitchen you finally heard the crying stop, stepping back out with your prize. Sitting down on the couch you set the puzzle in front of Bubble, who was tightly hugging Chili’s arm. He looked up at you with tear stains on his skull, a heavy blue blush coated on his cheekbones.

“I’m sorry for scaring you Bubble, are you alright?” You really did feel bad, but why in the actual fuck did he react that way?

“I’m okay.. I’m so sorry for breaking your plate.. I really didn’t mean to,” he began to sniffle again.

“Hey, Bubble, can you look at me, sweetie?” He did as he was told, a bit too obediently for your liking. “I don’t care if a plate breaks. Plates can be replaced, they are just objects. Do you know what can’t be replaced?”

He shook his little head, still nervous.

“You. Nothing can replace you. I’m just glad you didn’t get hurt, that is all I care about, okay?” You give him a small smile, putting both hands on the puzzle box.

“O-okay, thank you Mama,” he gave a tiny but expressive smile, lifting his head and fixing his posture. Good.

“Alrighty then, let’s do a puzzle!”

 

Through the peace of putting the jigsaw puzzle together the four of you sat together in a nice, silent peace. That is, until Chili started to squirm in his seat. You tried ignoring it, but every now and then you saw his face contort into a sort of wince and you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

“Chili, are you okay? You look like you’re in pain.” He looked up at you with his skull flushed red, seemingly unable to respond. “Hey, you can tell me, if you’re hurt I can help you, bud.”

“I’m not hurt! I just haven’t gone to..” His words mumble at the end.

“You haven’t what?”

“I haven’t used th..” He trailed off again.

“Chili I can’t hear you-”

“I NEED TO GO TO THE BATHROOM YOU STUPID BITCH!” Ohhh, that makes sense.

“Uhhh, fuck, okay, uhm,” you tried wracking your brain on where you could take him. “Do you want to use the human sized toilet or the sink..?”

“The fuck? You don’ ‘ave a corner er smth?” He was rocking back and forth now, blushing madly.

“What? A corner? No you’re not gonna go in a corner, I’m taking you to the bathroom.” You reached out your hand only to earn a growl in response. “Sorry! Can I pick you up to take you there?”

He groaned uncomfortably as he inched his way onto your hand, hesitant to trust you again. He gripped onto your thumb, hugging it tight as you got up to head to the bathroom, wriggling the whole time.

“I’m really sorry that I don’t have something your size that you guys could use, I don’t even know if they make such a thing. I hate to make you use the sink but if I let you use the toilet then there’s the risk of you falling in and getting flushed-” Chili made a high pitched, whining sound, making you stop to make sure he’s alright. “Are you okay?” You only got a growl in response from the squirming bitty, making you open the door to the bathroom much faster than intended.

The door loudly banged into the wall of your bathroom, knocking off a picture of a lighthouse from the wall and shattering on the ground. So many broken things today, geez.

Before you could even look back to Chili and make sure he was alright you felt something warm on your hand. Snapping your head to him you gasped. Chili was blushing madly, eyes blown impossibly wide. Both of his little skeleton hands held tightly onto his crotch, and after a moment of shock he began to shake.

“Oh fuck! Hang on-” You immediately moved to the sink, holding your hand over the drain in a desperate attempt to capture all of the waste in the drain. Before you could think clearly your hands jumped into action, quickly stripping the bitty of his pants and tiny boxers which earned you a few panicked squeaks. To prevent yourself from being bit you held onto Chili by holding his wrists and letting him dangle over the sink while he finished.

Looking down on the ground you saw that surprisingly most of the magic piss(?) hadn’t hit your bathroom tile, but instead had trickled down your arm to drip from your elbow. Looking back at the bitty in your hand you finally made eye contact with him, and running down his little face were fresh, overflowing tears.

He was shaking, watching you intensely while silently crying in earnest. He desperately tried to bring back any form of his dignity by touching his skeletal knees together in a weak attempt to cover himself. He tried over and over again to bring his legs up by his chest but the shaking wouldn’t allow him to stay still.

“I-I-I’m s-sorry, p-please don’t hurt me..” His sockets were still blown large, tiny pin pricks of red light snakingly staring up at you. “Y-you h-hate me don'tcha..?” A few more large tears fell, and you couldn’t just stand there stunned any longer.

“No.. No I don’t hate you..” You adjusted your hands so that they held him fully, supporting his back and covering his pelvis with your thumbs. “It was my fault, I’m sorry that I scared you like that..” Finally he blinked, and the mortification on his face was replaced with a mad, red blush.

“How are you still touchin me? I’m gross, you should put me down so that you don’t get dirty..” You gently held him slightly tighter, making him look up at you again.

“Nah, cuz then I couldn’t clean you properly.” You turned on the faucet to a gentle flow, using one finger to test the temperature before it’s warm enough for the bitty. You somehow gracefully pump some hand soap into your palm and rub your hands together as best you could with Chili still in your hold, foaming it nicely. “Let me know if you want me to stop, alright?”

You didn’t wait for a response and began running both him and your hands under the lukewarm water, trying to rinse his little pelvis clean of any excess magic. He laid relatively still in your palms, that is until you began foaming some of the hand soap into his pelvis and legs. Chili began to squirm but never spoke up, and you hoped that was because he was comfortable and not because he felt obligated to.

Very softly you used your thumbs and pointer fingers to rub against his bones, up and down his skeletal legs and then finally around his pelvis. What you weren’t expecting was for the area to begin glowing red. Confused, you rubbed it some more, though it only seemed to glow even brighter in response. You tried running it under water but that didn’t seem to help it go away either, and once you pushed your thumb into the inside of the pelvis the bitty in your hands let out a sound you didn’t expect to hear in the slightest.

“A-hahh..” Chili squirmed, eyebrow bones furrowed upwards and eye lights watching you closely, a shy growl breaking out from his throat. Immediately, you stopped what you were doing and scrambled to finish rinsing both your hands and him off. Setting him down next to the sink, you grabbed his soiled clothes and threw them under the water, letting it run as you furiously began to dry your hands.

“U-uhm, can I ask what just happened there..?” No response from Chili, shit, did you freak him out?? You grabbed the hand towel you used to dry your hands and brought it over to the bitty. Quickly you wrapped it around him to cover his exposed bones but you didn’t allow yourself to rub him dry. “Y’know, if I was making you uncomfortable you could have told me to fuck off..”

Chili just looked down at your hands, unusually quiet. His skull was still redder than a tomato, and it had also just occurred to you that Bubbles and Robin were still waiting for you back in the living room.

This was getting kinda weird.

Chapter 4: Let's Talk About It

Summary:

You and your new bitties have had a troubling few days staying away from each other, however once they finally get you to leave your room things start getting weird again. For instance a sex scene comes on in a movie, only they don't want you to skip it.

Notes:

(This is where the sex happens)

The next few days have been less eventful, but still odd. You had been looking for a job and in consequence you’ve been spending more time in your room with your desktop. You only left to make meals for everyone, grab snacks or water, and sometimes snagged a DVD to watch alone.

The sudden reclusive and shy nature you displayed now was a bit of a shock to the bitties, each being too afraid to enter your room uninvited. Chili especially has been avoiding you, even when you left the room specifically to interact with them. You haven’t showered much, only making good food for them and shitty snacks for yourself, and you’ve hardly left your desk and bed.

Everytime you’d grab ice cream or some sort of unhealthy chips you could’ve sworn that Bubble wanted to say something, though when he saw your face he’d shrink in on himself. Only now have you actually looked in the mirror and fucking hell, you looked like shit. Baggy, sunken in eyes, chapped lips, unwashed teeth, unbrushed hair, and pale, clammy skin. Ew.

You return to your bedroom only to jump into bed and hide under the covers, afraid to face the new faces in your home. Why was this suddenly so hard? Did you not really want this? Was this only an impulse? Did you actually regret this or are you just scared because it got too hard?

You felt a few tears fall, hitting the pillow case beneath you in dark splotches. Why were you crying? This is so confusing, but you just couldn’t hold it in. You kept on crying, unable to get a hold of yourself. As soon as you started sniffling you lost your composure, shivering into yourself and crying earnestly. You’re such a wimp.

Soon enough, just as you feared, you heard a tiny little voice enter your room.

“Mama..?” It was Bubbles, what would he think of you like this? His new friend is worthless and weak, how could they properly take care of his friends? You cover your head with your blanket, pushing your back against the wall.

You can hear whispering, and you realize that all three of them have entered your room uninvited. You really didn’t want them to see you like this. Soft shifting, and what you can only assume to be climbing, could be heard in front of you. Despite how small they were you could feel their footsteps coming towards you cautiously, and you only reacted when you felt light tugging at the blankets over your head.

“Hey, Mama, are you okay..?” Bubbles was right there, so close, why was it so hard to speak? Instead of saying anything you let your hand leave your cocoon, bringing it in the general direction of the bitty. Trying to go as slow as possible, you feel around on your blankets until you find what you’re looking for. You hesitated, before finally moving and gently rubbing his skeleton shins.

“W-We really miss you, a-and we’re so sorry for making you upset!” Shit, is that what they’re thinking? This isn’t their fault, it was only yours. You use your hand to reach up and gently rub his back, opening your palm for him to sit on while you cuddle him at a distance. Bubbles seemed ecstatic, eagerly sitting in your palm and hugging your thumb.

“A-are you mad at me..?” You, very lightly, squeeze his torso in an attempt to comfort him. You hear Bubbles gasp and then sigh, breathing a little shaky. Now would be a better time to show your face than ever.

You self consciously lifted the blankets off of your head, sitting up onto your elbow before finally looking at the bitty in front of you. You could feel new tears falling, cursing silently to yourself for not getting a grip already.

“Hey Bubbles, no, I could never be mad at you.” You rubbed his back with your hand and squeezed him again. He gave a soft moan which had you stop completely. “Am I hurting you?”

The bitty’s eyes widened and he shook his head, looking up at you with a sudden blue blush on his face.

“N-no Mama, it’s just that.. Y-you might have noticed but the three of us are pretty s-sensitive..” He was extremely quiet now.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry Bubble, here-” You move to let him go but he scrambles to grab onto your fingers in a panicked protest.

“No! N-not like that! We just don’t act like other bitties..” You were extra confused now. “Our old Daddy, uhm, he wasn’t very nice to us..” He was speaking very slowly, shaking a little and stealing nervous glances up at you. “Daddy would ‘train’ us for, uhm, his own amusement..?”

Was this going where you think it’s going? I mean, are you really going to pretend to be the oblivious protagonist most of these stories take on? This information makes sense. Them being afraid to bathe, too nervous to change clothes, glowing pelvises, lifting bare skele butts in the air for punishment. Hell, one of them was fucking pregnant! Thankfully, he continued so you didn’t have to.

“He made us do things to each other, and to him, that no pet ever should.. O-once Robin got p-pregnant and he found out, well, he was done with us. He put us in that box a-and..” He began to cry in your hand, hiding his face from you.
“Hey, Bubbles, can you look at me sweetie..?” He did as he was told, “I’m really sorry about what happened between you guys and your Daddy. Now that you’re with me, you won’t ever have to do that sort of thing again, okay?” His expression turned sour for a moment before attempting to catch himself.

“Th-thank you, Mama.” He rubbed his eye sockets with his sleeve to remove the tears, smiling up at you with bleary eyes. Did he just look.. disappointed in your answer? “Can you eat with us tonight? We miss you, and we need help carrying Robin around. He’s getting really big.”

You sigh, showing a shy smile to your bitty before moving to get out of the bed. On the ground near your feet however sat Chili and Robin, both hugging each other and looking up at you in awe.

“Oh! Forgot we had an audience.” You winked at them and both blushed, Chili looking away first. “How does dinner and a movie sound, fellas?”

 

The four of you were sitting on the couch now watching a random movie, eating pasta out of your smallest dishes and drinking water from old, unused shot glasses. Even though you grabbed yourself a bowl you still hesitated to touch it.
At some point Bubbles climbed onto your shoulder to remind you every few minutes to take a bite, and even if your stomach protested you didn’t want to disappoint him. After days of eating only garbage, real food going down the pipe was difficult.
Robin and Chili were sitting on the coffee table in front of you, both finishing their food quickly and choosing to hold each other while watching the TV. Did these guys see each other as brothers orrrr..? Even while cuddling both bitties would keep looking over their shoulders and back at you, thinking you didn’t notice when they’d steal a peak and blush.

What is happening here?

Eventually the movie moved on to a steamy scene, a man and a woman about to fuck in their living room, creepily similar to your own. You groan and reach for the remote, all sets of little eye lights on you as you hit the fast forward button to skip the scene.
“W-wait! Don’t skip it! I wanna know what happens ta tha dame!” You pause the movie in surprise, looking over at Chili.

“I want to see how two humans interact together- Uhm- Like this..” Robin pipes in, voice shaky and hands hugging his belly.

“C-can you rewind it, Mama?” Bubbles on your shoulder tugged your shirt, though he refused to look you in the eye.

“Uhhh, okay?” You pressed the button to rewind the movie back to the beginning of the sex scene and let it play out. Confused as all hell you could barely pay any attention to the movie, instead looking at your bitties.

Chili had stopped holding Robin, leaning forward in his seat, fully enamored with what was on screen. His eyes were wide and his little face was glowing a deep red, shifting his body every now and then every time something new happened. Robin however clung tight to his belly, wrapping into himself as though protecting his soulling, occasionally petting it. You couldn’t see him as clearly but you could’ve sworn that his little face was flashing blue. Finally, right next to you Bubbles was shaking. He sat on the very edge of your shoulder, almost making you afraid he would fall off. His little eyes had stars in them and his mouth was hanging open, a little bit of drool dripping down his chin.

What the fuck is happening?? Bubbles said that they were “trained” for this sort of thing but what did that consist of? They seemed afraid of suggestive things when they first met you but now they were comfortable and open. Was that disappointed look on Bubble’s face because you said he’d never have to do that again? Or did he think you meant between them and you? You don’t want them to be forced into that scenario, ever, but is that what they're wanting? Maybe not to be forced, but to do these things with you?

You felt your gut churn a bit, crotch suddenly becoming warm. The movie had the girl riding on top and moaning like a whore, the man not making a single sound and hardly in frame. You hated these scenes made by straight men, always focused on the girl and never the guy. Your bitties didn’t seem to care however, all of them were silent and focused on the screen.

Would they notice if you did something? You very slowly, watching Bubble from the corner of your eye to see if he’d notice, brought your hand to your crotch. You were wearing pajama shorts, the fabric a thin layer between you and your junk. Carefully you began to trace the line between your legs, pushing slightly harder at the top.

Just hands alone never did it for you, but honestly you didn’t have the goal of finishing in mind, only wanting to touch there while looking at your three bitties. What would they taste like on your tongue? Could they even have genitals? What would their squeaky moans sound like? In what ways could you embarrass them and make them flustered under your influence? You really wanted to lick Robin’s tummy so bad..

You unintentionally let out a sigh, rubbing just right through your shorts. Bubbles immediately snaps his attention to you, seeing your predatory and flushed expression before his gaze follows your arm all the way down to your hand.
“A-ah- Mama! Wh-what are you doing-?!” You stop immediately and bring your hand away but not fast enough before the other two catch a glance.

“Just.. Watching the movie..” You shyly look away. You weren’t normally embarrassed over this sort of thing, but given their history you didn’t know what boundaries they had or if they even saw you that way.

“Did you..” Robin looked over with his eyes wide, tummy exposed from under his shirt. You licked your lips at the sight before making yourself look away. You could tell they all noticed.

“Shit doll, I didn’t take ya fer a voyeur.” Chili’s voice had a teasing tone, but you could tell he had a riveted interest.

“Mama.. Uhm, you weren’t looking at the movie..” Fuck, Bubbles called your bluff, and he was rubbing his hands together in what you assume to be disappointment.

“Y-you’re right, I wasn’t. I-I’m sorry guys, I don’t know what came over me..?” You felt ashamed, all arousal slipping away. “Uhm, I can t-take you to the bitty adoption shelter tomorrow.. I don’t want to make any of you uncomfortable with me.. I don’t want to be like your, uhm, Daddy..” You hugged your knees to your chest, grabbing the remote to pause the film.

You hid your face in your arms in shame, feeling like crying again. Man you’re such a pussy. Leave it to you to fuck up another relationship, another friend gone, another lover disgusted. You really can’t break out of the cycle, can you? You’ll keep doing this, over and over again until your final day. Stupid, fucking, bipolar bitch.

You felt tugging on your hair, snapping you out of your own pity party. You lifted your head to find Bubbles smiling at you, Chili and Robin now directly in front of you from the coffee table.

“Doll, do ya like us like that? Cuz we ain’t got a problem with ya if that’s tha case.” Chili was shifting on his feet, flushed red somehow even more than when watching the sex scene. You wondered how red you could make his skull before shaking your head out of the thought.

“No, you told me you guys were forced to do that sort of thing and I do not want to do the same.” You meant that, really. Taking advantage of them was not on your kink list, not at all.

“But that’s what he did, it’d be different with you..” Bubbles shied away, hiding out of your line of vision. Your expression softened, looking between them all before settling your gaze on Robin.

“You’re always careful with me.. I trust you to, uhm, be gentle..” Robin was looking down at his tummy, holding it in a self hug that made you want to see him cry, in a good way.

Something in you snapped, all resistance and reluctance melted away after getting confirmation from all three bitties.

“Okay, let’s go to my room.” All of them jumped at the command, Chili crawling up your offered arm and Robin settling in your palms. “This is gonna be a long night.”

Once you reached your bed you had set them all down on your sheets before climbing up yourself. You carefully lifted each one of them onto your main pillow, scooting up so you were right in front of them. Once you looked down you noticed how all three of them were staring up at you in awe, making you barely hold back a smirk.

“We need a safe word.” Bubble was bouncing up and down in his seat, face shining a light shade of blue.

“Car! Can we do car??” You giggled at his enthusiasm, realizing he probably got the word from the sex scene in the movie. The couple were rocking up that car pretty damn hard so you don’t blame him for remembering.

“Yeah alright, the safe word is car everyone.” You tap your lips with your pointer finger, glancing at each of them separately. “Let’s not get too crazy at first, we’ve gotta learn about each other before doing anything extreme. If we are starting off slow too I think it’d be best if Robin goes first.”

Bubbles and Chili looked at their friend, who was now frozen in an awestruck expression. Laying down so that you were now on your stomach, you cupped your hands under the bitty and massaged his back.

“Bet you have a lot of stress built up back here, being pregnant is no easy feat.” Robin groans from the rubbing, closing his eyes and enjoying the relief. You let him get lost in the caresses, making sure he was as relaxed as possible before you tried anything else. You were only satisfied when you could’ve sworn you heard purring, the bittie’s head lolling off to the side in pure bliss.

“You really are cute..” You used your thumbs to not so subtly spread his little legs, and when he snapped his head to see what you were doing you couldn’t tell if it was the comment or the action that made him whimper. You made a pretty big show of spreading his legs, testing to see how far they could go.

“Ah.. Th-this is kinda embarrassing..” You smiled, using your thumb to push up the shirt he was wearing to see his full belly. “Mm- Mama..” He tried to cover himself with his hands but you pulled them above his head with your pointer fingers.
“Don’t be shy, I want to see you.” You looked at his stomach, a glowing blue orb with an upside down white heart in the center. Something you noticed though is that the magic flesh didn’t stop at the belly, but instead you could see glowing from under his shorts. “I wonder what you look like here..”

The bitty whined and squirmed as you pulled his little shorts off, leaving him in tiny boxers that were.. Soaked? Fucking hell did these guys have vaginas?! He must’ve noticed your surprised face and began trying to close his legs in shame, only making you hold them further apart.

“You guys can choose between the options, can’t you..?” Bubbles chimed in, all too happy to explain.

“We can choose to have a penis, a vagina or even both at once! Sometimes we’ll form an anus too, but when one of us is pregnant they can only form female ecto-bodies!” You lifted Robin’s shirt up and off, marveling at the two itty bitty breasts that were displayed in front of you.

“Ohhh, that’s adorable! Can I touch them?” You let Robin’s arms free, him immediately going to cover himself.

“Y-yeah, but they’re really sensitive now..” You cooed when he let you pull his arms away, stretching your thumbs up to his chest to rub at the nipples. Robin was now fully eagle spread in your hand, legs trapped under your thumbs and pulled up while you touched his chest. If he wasn’t wearing underwear you could’ve seen everything.

“A-hah, mama- Nnnh-” He was moaning now, quietly saying your name under his breath. You tried your best to be gentle but at some point it must have been too much. “Ahh-! C-car!”

You immediately removed your thumbs from his chest, looking down at him in worry. “I’m sorry Robin, did I hurt you..?”

“Just a little.. You can keep going, but maybe not there..” You hummed in understanding, keeping him in the eagle spread position but now without touching his breasts. Instead, you massaged the top of his belly, rubbing in soft, gentle circles. “Mmm, y-you're so gentle with me..” He had little tears in his eye sockets.

“Of course. I want you to feel good, not feel afraid.” You leaned down and very carefully kissed his pregnant belly, the bitty under your mouth gasping out loud in surprise. You kept kissing, even while he squirmed underneath you clearly flustered and embarrassed. “So beautiful. You’re going to be a wonderful Dad.”

Robin sobbed, closing his eyes tightly, very embarrassed at your words.

“I’m s-scared of what’ll happen when I have the baby.. *sniff* I d-don’t want to do it alone..” He was crying now, slow tears falling down his cheekbones and onto his chest. You pulled away again, lifting his head up to speak to him directly.

“You won’t be alone, Robin. You have me, Chili, and Bubbles to help and protect you. You and the babybones.” Two muffled sounds of confirmation can be heard, but you and Robin were only focused on each other. “Now I want to make you feel good.”

You place your tongue on the bottom of his belly and lick fully upwards, stopping at his little breasts. Robin shivers from the messy form of affection, gasping out in surprise at your bold move. Quickly, and without changing his position in your hands, you take off his tiny boxers, which were absolutely soaked in blue splotches.

There, with his legs fully spread in front of your face, was the little blue cunt you’ve been anticipating, practically dripping with blue arousal. You can’t help but stare, admiring the way it clenches under your gaze, only moving when Robin tries to close his legs from your grip. Enough staring, time to get to work.

Bringing your head down you place a dry, closed mouth kiss to Robin’s shivering blue pussy, earning a shocked moan from above you. Determined to hear more of those lovely sounds you kiss it again, though this time letting the wet barrier in your lips reach his own. His juices taste musky on your lips, making you lick your lips hungrily once you pull away.

“Ahhah, Mama.. P-please more..” Robin shyly begged between each new kiss, eventually earning a shocking wet swipe from your slippery tongue. “Hah! Mmm-!”

You kept it up, humming underneath him, kissing his cunt over and over, getting it wetter and wetter, occasionally swiping your tongue up the length of his slit. He tasted so fucking good, and you were struggling to hold back.

Having enough of teasing the poor bitty you shoved your lips and tongue onto his slippery cunt, sucking erratically, licking non stop. Robin was an incoherent mess under you, trying to move his legs and arms to react to the stimulation but was bound to keep still. His little voice was squeaky and shaking, seemingly engulfed in pure bliss while his pussy was being sloppily fucked silly.

“Mama! Mama! I-I’m gonna-! I’m-! Please don’t stop Mamaaa-!” Pushing back the thought of tormenting him and edging this moment for even longer you keep up the pace, savoring the taste of his juices on your lips and tongue. You hum, trying to add vibrations to your actions, and you keep your eyes on his fully blue face.

“I’m cummiiiing-! Uhhahh~!” Robin seized up in your grip, lightly spasming as you rode out his high. He was whimpering so much, looking at your intense, hungry glare as he came down. You kept this up until he began to twitch in overstimulation, at which you give him one final lick and kiss before backing away, earning you more cries. You couldn’t help but stare at the saliva connection between your lips and his still twitching cunt, sighing to yourself at the view of a disheveled bitty in your grasp.

Licking your lips you were the first to speak, “You taste amazing, Robin..” Now that the pleasure had died down his shame in his body came back, trying again to close his legs and move his arms to cover his chest. Now that it was over you let him, rubbing his back as he relaxed.

Suddenly you were made aware of the two other individuals in the room, who were both sitting side by side with different degrees of flustered on their skulls. Bubbles had his hands over his mouth, switching between that and his eyes once you looked his way. Looking down to his crotch you saw a light blue, glowing bulge with a wet spot at the top. Chili however was flushed fully red, rubbing his legs together and eyeing your mouth with drool dripping down his jaw.

Giving Robin one last kiss on the skull you supposed it was time to give one of the other two a turn, placing down the naked bitty on your pillow with his clothes. You give him a few more back scratches before turning your attention to the other two bitties.

“So..” Both stared at you in shock and arousal, “who’s next?”

Chapter 5: Eating Hot Chili Peppers

Summary:

The sexy night continues as you focus on the next bittybones~

TW: Slight NonCon kink (consensual)

Notes:

Sorry for any typos! If you have any ideas for me to quickly edit or add feel free to speak up! I don't mind adding more content if it's small :D

“So..” Both stared at you in shock and arousal, “who’s next?”

Both bitties scrambled to get closer to you, pushing each other and practically wrestling to see who could reach you first. Though you held up a hand to stop them, both ceasing their struggling and instead looked at you in anticipation.

“Hang on, I got a quarter in my pocket, we can flip a coin.” You moved agonizingly slow while retrieving the coin, enjoying the impatient groans you received from both bitties. The way that these little creatures were fawning over you stroked your ego in more ways than one. You didn’t even care if you got off tonight, making them feel good was all that mattered.

“Okay! Heads or tails? Call it in the air!” You flick the coin with your thumb, watching it spin.

“Heads!”

“Tails-”

The coin lands back in your hand and you make a bit of a show of flipping it over.

“Yup! Tails,” Bubbles groans in disappointment. “Hey you’ll go after him I promise. I have great stamina.” You winked, making the bitty hide his face in his shirt collar. Chili was practically frozen, red face looking up at you with widened eyes. “Come here Chili~”
You stretched out your hand and placed it down on the pillow for him to crawl onto, though even after a few more moments the bitty didn’t move.

“Mama?” Bubbles caught your attention and you spared him a glance. “From personal experience.. Uhm.. Chili likes being roughed around a-and made to do things..”

“Oh, wow. Is that true?” You turn back to Chili, who suddenly couldn’t make eye contact with you. He scoffed and crossed his little arms, but no matter how long you looked at him you didn’t get the hint that Bubble was wrong. “Heh, okay, I can do that.”

The little bitty snapped his face to yours, a surprised expression clear on his face. “R-really? You’d do that fer me..?” It sounded as though he was trying to put as much annoyance in his voice as possible, but you could tell just exactly how excited he was.

Cutting the chit chat you reached and grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar, lifting him up like a stowaway kitten. Immediately he began grunting and kicking, a sweet growl rising from his chest. You brought him directly in front of your face, determined to make sure this would go smoothly.

“What’s the safe word?” He only grumbled.

“Chili, tell me the safe word.”

“I dun’ need a safe word..” His voice was so quiet yet so grumpy. He was too fucking cute.

“If you don’t tell me the safe word then I will put you down and not do anything with you tonight.” He shot you a quick look of disappointment but tried to change it to annoyance before you could notice. It didn’t work.

“I need to make sure you know the safe word so that either one of us can stop if we want to. Especially if you like this type of play.” You gently rocked him back and forth, mockingly trying to shake an answer out of him.

“F-Fine! Fine, it’s Car! Now shut up and suck me off ya big bitch!” Bingo, show time.

You spun Chili around in your dangling grip, getting a good look at every part of him while trying to plan your next move. He was still kicking and grunting, trying to pretend he wasn’t fully into this, but now that you had complete consent you were excited to go buck wild.

“Hmm, I don’t think you need these..” You reached up and tugged at his tiny pants, earning you some hard bitty kicks and snapping jaws. After some determined fiddling you finally tugged them off, revealing little red glowing boxers.

“I wonder, what did you conjure up? A little dick for me to ignore?” He growled and raised his knees up, trying to cover the front half of his pelvis. You only let out an amused giggle before turning his back to face you, getting a good look at what appeared to be a plump, skeleton, red glowing ass.

“Oh shit, look at these little buns!” You cooed, knowing it would piss him off, and poked each ass cheek while he struggled to turn back around. “They look so soft and squishy, too bad your underwear is in the way.” You tried to sound as cute as you could, noticing how his face flushes even redder whenever you degrade him.

You reached out and grabbed the back of the boxers between your pointer finger and thumb and tugged. You got a cute yelp in response only to then wrestle with a 6 inch bitty trying to get them fully off.

“It’s cute when you struggle..” You practically whispered that, your voice going into a low husk that you didn’t even know was possible. Though, through what you assume to be embarrassment, Chili stopped struggling and straightened his legs for the boxers to come off.

There before was the plumpest, red ass you had ever laid eyes on, and you’d seen baboons at the zoo. This “ecto” flesh was not nearly as translucent as Robin’s, so you probably couldn’t see an object if you were to put something inside of him.

Deciding to take the opposite approach as with Robin, you skipped the kisses and went straight for the humiliation. Ever so gently you used your free fingers to pinch Chili’s left ass cheek, one of those pinches that hurt like a bitch.

“Ah! Hhhng..” He tried swinging away from your hand, but you didn’t hear the safe word so you took that as permission to continue.

“You’ve been pretty naughty since we started this, wanting to bite and kick my hand, the hand that feeds you” Chili gave a little whimper, bouncing around under your grasp. Oh shit, was that too far? Maybe you shouldn’t guilt these guys, you really didn’t want them to feel like they owe you anything. You didn’t want to be like their “Daddy.”

“I want you to count for me.” He glared at you in confusion.

“Everytime I punish you I want you to count. Let’s see if you can get to 10?” He still seemed confused until he saw you bring your fingers up in a flicking pose, at which his eyes widened. He began to struggle with renewed vigor, trying to throw off your aim, but your hand held him right where you wanted him.

Making sure you were too rough you landed a flick on both of his ass cheeks, earning you a squeak in surprise. The spot that you had flicked had turned white and rippled through his skin before fading away. Chili seemed too embarrassed to speak, which was not what you asked for.

“Hey, I told you to count.” You bounced him around a bit, trying to encourage the obedience out of him. “I don’t hear counting.”

Though as soon as he opened his mouth to respond you playfully landed another flick onto his back side, whatever words he was going to say blending into a shameful moan. You bounced him again, still not getting what you wanted.

“Chili. Count.”

“One! One one one ahhah..” His little hands tried to reach backwards to rub the inflicted spots but he couldn’t reach thanks to his shirt pulling up his arms in your hold.

You flicked again, earning you another squeal, though this time it sounded more erotic. Good, he’s enjoying this.

“What do you say, Chili?”

“T-Two! Mmmh..” You chuckled before landing another flick, his body swaying a bit just from the force of your hit. “Ahhn.. Th-three..”

“That’s a good boy, keep it up.” He let out a shameful groan right as you said that. Did he like praise as well as degradation? Time to experiment. You flicked again.

“Three! Fuuuck..” Chili began to clench into himself, stiffening his body to prepare for the pain. Another flick. “GAH! Ohhh.. F-four..” Another. “Five! Fivefivefivefivefuuuck..” Another. “HAH! M-mama..”

That was the first time he’s ever called you Mama. Time to play into it.

“That’s right baby boy, but you forgot something..” Another flick, his ass was turning white. His little body shook from the impact, tightening his little legs together and rubbing them.

“I-I’m sorry Mama, that was seven..” Even when he added the one he didn’t count for you couldn’t find yourself to care. He was just so cute like this. Another flick, your hardest one yet, and his entire body seized up. Something that you didn’t expect to happen was for a gush of red liquid to splatter onto your bed. “E-eight..”

“Chili, sweetie, did you just squirt?” He hid his face in shame, some sniffling could be heard and as he spoke, it sounded like he was tearing up.

“Y-yes, I’m sorry.. Mama..” You decided to forget about the spanking and instead focus on what the hell just happened. You bring Chili closer to your face and sure enough, there was liquid dripping down between his legs. What exactly did he conjure? Without thinking you brought his backside up to your mouth and gave a long, wet lick between his legs, cleaning all of the liquid off.

“Hah! Ahh, F-fuckin hell..”

“Looks like you made me a pretty pussy to fuck with, wasn’t expecting that from you Chili.” You licked between his legs again, focusing specifically on his dripping cunt.

You sucked on his left ass cheek for a moment, taking in the abused ecto flesh and pampering it as an apology. You were getting such sweet sounds in return for your hard work, the bitty gasping and lightly moaning. He was so embarrassed, and that made your gut burn.

You sucked the right cheek, giving it an occasional lick before obnoxiously popping your lips off. Now instead of just his own wetness his legs were covered in your saliva as well.

“P-please.. Hurry it uuup..” Chili groaned, impatient for the main event to happen, but you weren’t done teasing him just yet.

“Okay!” You practically chirped, causing the bitty to do a double take and look at you warily. You tilt back your head and lift him up over your mouth, little skeleton feet lightly touching your lips. “You can move on your own!”

“Wait-! What?!” You close your mouth tight and place Chili directly on top of your lips, refusing to move them. “H-hey! This isn’t fair! Nooo..” His sharp phalanges are clawing at your lips, trying to pry them open by force. Of course, you’re 50 times his size, he’s not going to get you to move.

“Nonono Fuuuck..” He gave up trying to open your mouth, instead grinding his cunt onto your wet lips, giving out irritated groans.

“Are ya wantin’ me ta beg? Is that it? Cuz fuck it I’ll jus’ make Bubble do it-!” You easily doubted he would just make his friend do it instead of you, especially since he was still frantically humping your face.

“P-please doll! I need ya, I need yer mouth so fuckin’ bad!!” Chili let out a pained sob, his little hips slowing down from their exertion. “Please. I want it ta be ya.. Please I want ya ta make me feel good.. No one else.”

Hearing that you hummed, genuinely flattered at his confession. Is this what he was thinking about when you rinsed him off in the sink a few days ago? Has he been imagining this exact scenario? Your fondness for Chili grows even stronger, prompting you to finally open your mouth and let his pelvis touch your tongue.

“Hah! Ohhh, M-Mama.. Fuck me, please..” You granted his wish, flicking your tongue across his sopping wet pussy and bringing your lips to caress his ass. Your neck was kinda starting to hurt from leaning back for too long but that only adds to your determination to make this little skeleton cum.

“Mmh! Mama, fuuuck this is so h-humiliating..” You made a sucking sound, basically kissing his lower waist and ass while frantically tongue fucking his tongue. Chili was getting even louder now, his gasps were frantic and his moans were high pitched, even for a bitty. You could feel him squirting all over your mouth and you made sure to savor every drop.

You could feel his claws scratching at your chin, Chili desperately trying to hold on to something while the stimulation became too much. You tried humming to help get vibrations and that earned you some of the cutest, bitchy whines you’d ever heard.

“I-I’m gonna! Ffuck Mama I’m gonna cum!” You sped up the tongue flicking, no longer needing to pace yourself for energy. Soon enough Chili cried out, voice cracking as you felt a gush of fluids spill into your mouth. You did your best to audibly swallow his cum to make a show of it, letting it set in his mind that you just drank his embarrassing sexual fluids.

Finally you grabbed him by the shirt collar again, the bitty completely limp as you lifted him off of your mouth and in front of you. You changed your hand position, holding Chili with both hands supporting his back, cupped in a position to make him face you.
“Thanks for letting me do that, Chili.” He was too fucked out to actually respond, only settling with a grumble of what you were sure was slurs.

As for one final tease you went in and kissed his sopping cunt mixed with both your saliva and his own juices. Chili twitched from the overstimulation and whined, he opened his mouth to say something but was cut off when you kissed him on the teeth.

“Mff! Mmhh.. Mnnn” You both stayed like that, enjoying the closed mouthed kiss before you felt tugging on your pants leg. Pulling away from the kiss earned you a disappointed whine from Chili, but there by your leg was Bubbles. You laughed out loud when you noticed he was humping your leg while a hand covering his little mouth.

“Excited huh?” He eagerly nodded. “Well I guess you’ve waited long enough.”