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“Hey Mococo,” Kronii calls, long strides easily catching up with the shorter woman.

“Ueh?” the fuzzy Abyssgard twin turns to the sound of her name, tail starting to wag, ears flicking. 

“I uh, wanted to ask you something,” Kronii stumbles through her words, cheeks heating, unable to believe what she’s about to go through with; it was one thing to think about and something entirely different to act on those thoughts.

Fuzzy ears flick towards her, Mococo tilting her head in that absolutely adorable way she has, waiting for Kronii to continue.

“Uh…, w-well…, wanna go get drinks with me? N-not alcohol, I know you don’t drink like that, I just mean like, boba or something.”

Mococo looks at her like she’s lost her mind, those blue eyes narrowing.

“Just, you know, if you’re not busy,” Kronii is rubbing at the back of her head anxiously now, feeling like she shouldn’t have started this, that wasn’t even what she had wanted to ask!

Then the dog shrugs, “Okae.”

“What really?” 

“Uhn! Fuwawa is still recording and wanted to hang out with Biboo after we were done anyway.”

“O-oh,” Kronii stammers, before she’s striding forward again, sure that Mococo will follow her, intending to go to the closest conbini to ask her actual question and get the pup a drink since she had offered. 

Once they arrive at the store, Kronii half-turns to the shorter woman, “Want a snack too? My treat.”

Mococo looks like she wants to protest, but walks deeper into the small store without saying anything, returning seconds later carrying a canned tea and a singular pon-de-ring, Kronii only smirks, grabbing her own water before paying for everything and walking back outside, waiting for Mococo to eat her snack before they go anywhere else.

“So uh…, actually, I wanted to ask you about that ‘kiss tier list’ of yours.”

Blue eyes wide, Mococo nearly spits out her drink, instead, she winds up coughing, her face turning pink.
“That was Pero!" she shrieks, ears flattened back. 

“Oh please, Mococo, we all know it was really you .”

“N-noeh!”

Dark blue eyes flick around the area, noticing the stares starting, “Why don’t you…, come back to my place and we can continue this conversation?”

Mococo narrows her eyes, staring at the taller woman, trying to figure out what it is Kronii is after, first with that comment about the tier list and before that, asking her to get a drink. She can’t figure it out, so with a defeated shrug, she agrees, trailing half a step behind her taller senpai. 

Internally, Kronii is freaking out, she has no idea why she invited the younger twin to her apartment. She had just been intending to tease her some more about the tier list. This was a bad idea. She’s pinching the bridge of her nose again, so frustrated with herself.
However, Mococo follows her without argument up to her floor, not even complaining when they take the stairs. Honestly, she’s pretty impressed, most of the time when she brings someone over, they complain about the stairs. 

She’s fit the key into the lock and pushed the door open, stepping aside so the shorter woman can enter first, before she slides into her apartment, shutting the door behind them. Noticing the fuzzy one already removed her shoes. 

Mococo is looking at her now though, tiny arms folded across her chest.
“What did you wanna know about the tier list hoeh?”

Kronii cringes, that hostility…, but she’s been told she’s good at this sort of thing. She’s got this, she just has to, like believe in herself or something.
“Well, you, errr, Pero, rated me first in S-rank, so I was just thinking,” as she’s talking, she’s taking measured steps closer, the shorter taking steps back, her back colliding with the wall that separates her kitchen and living room, but Kronii doesn’t stop advancing, so close that her chest is almost in the fuzzy one’s face. 

“That said,” she’s leaning on her hands now which she has one against the cool wall next to Mococo’s head, the other higher up on the wall, just above fuzzy and twitching ears, “I was just wondering if that meant that you wanted to kiss me the most?”

Mococo’s face is absolutely burning, blue eyes flicking between Kronii’s face and the sizable chest nearly pressed into  her face.
“Whaet?” it comes out a squeak, but she can’t help it, Kronii’s chest is right there , she could probably reach up and touch it, but she obviously doesn’t want to do that, that would be weird, just like Kronii’s insistence that she wanted to kiss her. 

Kronii’s deep chuckle has her fuzzy ears twitching toward the sound, and then there’s a warm palm on her exposed tummy, and hot breath on her ears.
“You’re so cute Moco-chan,” voice soft, pitched low, like personal ASMR for the puppy.

A full body shiver wracks Mococo, weakly protesting that her tummy is sensitive, but that palm is rubbing in soothing, gentle circles, and it doesn’t feel bad , it feels too good , her tail thumping against the wall as it wags uncontrollably.
A soft chuckle directly into fuzzy ears has the pup whining softly, face tilted up, hands reaching up but still not touching. 

“Something you want?”

A hard swallow, a weak, “Noeh.”

Kronii only smiles, the tips of her fangs showing as she leans in closer, her chest doing most of the work of pining the girl to the wall, her hand still rubbing circles on her stomach.
“Are you sure?”

In a show of surprising strength, suddenly, Kronii is the one pinned to the wall, both of her wrists pinned by one of Mococo’s hands, her other hand busy slipping up the clock’s shirt.
“EH?!”

“I thought you wanted this,” Mococo’s voice is surprisingly cold, those blue eyes hold none of their earlier hesitance. 

Too stunned to struggle, Kronii just stares at her open-mouthed.

“I mean, obviously, if you don’t want me to touch you like this, I won’t,” the shorter woman shrugs, her hand stopping its ascent up her ribs, palm warm against her skin. 

Her brain struggles to catch up, Mococo was the one pinning her against the wall now, no longer hesitating. She’s also waiting on an answer.
“I… I mean…, I’m not like opposed.”

“Good,” is all the shorter says before she’s leaning in close, pressing their lips together in a kiss, the hand on her ribs moving higher, first cupping and then squeezing her breast through her bra, making her groan into the kiss. 

But then there’s no more touch, no lips on hers, Mococo has her back to her. 

Dazed, Kronii just stands there, still very, very confused. 

“Don’t underestimate me, hoeh!”

Kronii just blinks at her, sure she was about to get some, but then the fuzzy one is by the front door, pulling her shoes on.
“Mococo?”

A single glance back, that cold look still on her face.
“It was just a kiss tier list.”

What does that mean?!

She doesn’t get a chance to ask because the fuzzy one has opened the apartment door, calling cheerfully, "Bau bau!" before the door slams shut behind her, leaving the Warden to wonder just what the fuck had just happened. 

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“Eh? You… want a kiss…, from… me…?” Calli sounded and looked skeptical, gazing down at the fuzzy one.

“Uhn!” Mococo nods emphatically, a grin spreading across her features, fuzzy ears angled towards the taller woman.

Calli rubs the back of her head, “I… dunno.” 

Mococo continues to stand there, fuzzy tail wagging slowly, and Calli feels her will breaking, how can she deny that level of cute puppy dog eyes? Another sigh escapes her, looking away, feeling the slow build of a headache starting behind her eyes.  How exactly is this her life?
She had just come to the studio, as usual, bright and early, to get her day of recording done with. Again, usual occurrence, she was going to spend the entire day there, so her original plan had been a very quick, five-minute or less break to grab another water and maybe a snack if there were any in one of the rooms that were used for exactly that. Instead…, she had been ambushed by the fuzzy Abyssgard twin.
Her face burned, remembering the exact conversation that had been had just the night before. It was Gigi, because of course it was. 

‘Did you see the tier list?’

‘Wh-what? Dude…, you’re gonna have to be more specific.’

‘YOU DON’T KNOW?’

Followed by a screenshot of a stream.
She read it over, taking in the title, ‘Girlio Kissing Tier list’, the demon dog on the screen, Pero, and as she took in the tiers her phone buzzed with another message.

‘You got put in S!!!!!!!’
‘She wants you so bad!!!!!!!’
‘NGL, pretty jealous. Did you see how low she rated me? :< why is that????’

Still incredibly confused, Calli texted back, ‘Dude…, what?’

‘Ugh, I swear, you’re too dense for this stuff.’
‘It’s Mococo’s tier list of EN, who she really wants a kiss from!’
‘She was just using Pero as a scapegoat, Popo was even there for a minute, that asshole. Didn’t even try to negotiate me a higher tier. :L’

Calli just stares at her phone for several seconds, after which, instead of replying, she just turns ‘Do not disturb’ on and plugs it in, she has an early morning tomorrow. Whatever the heck Gigi is on about, isn’t important, sleep is.
Of course, if it were actually important, she would have replied, but seeing as how the shorter woman was just going on about a stupid tier list , it was time for her to go bed. 

Back in the present moment though, Mococo is staring up at her with wide blue eyes, her fuzzy tail wagging.
Calli takes half of a step back, even though she really needs to get around the fuzzy demon dog, to finish her original task. 

Trying to think fast Calli blurts out the first thing she can think of, “Can this wait til later? After I’m done recording for the day?”

Mococo’s ears twitch, she tilts her head to the side and thinks for a moment before that familiar grin spreads across her features, “Okae! I’ll see you later then Calli-senpai, bau bau!” 

And with that, the fuzzy one disappears back down the hall, leaving the reaper to sigh in relief, resuming her task of looking for a light snack, really feeling like she needs one after that harrowing encounter.
She isn’t worried, she plans on being here late , there’s no way the fuzzy one would stay here late just for something silly like a kiss. She would finish her own work and then go home, completely forgetting this conversation ever took place. With a grin, Calli takes her selected snack of fruit and another water back down the hall with her, eating as she walks.
And then she’s back in the booth, once more completely absorbed in her work, Mococo and her crazy proposal completely forgotten. 

Several hours later, starving, sweating more than a little, Calli finally exits the booth for the final time, stopping by the other room for her backpack, stuffing all of her empty water bottles into it to refill one she’s home. Covering her yawn with one pale hand, Calli straightens up and is hustling through the halls and down to the lobby, ready to get home, see her cats, make them and herself dinner, and then crash for several hours.
What she doesn’t expect is there to be someone waiting in the lobby. 

“Bau bau!”

“Guh!” Calli nearly jumps out of her skin, apparently someone else was in the lobby, red eyes sweep it, looking for whomever had spoken. 

Fuzzy ears and a wagging tail, bright blue eyes grinning up at her, and then Mococo is once more in her personal space.

“Eheheh,” Calli laughs nervously, backing up a couple of steps again, hands raised in front of her, “Wh-what’s up Mococo?” 

“I’m here for that kiss. Uhn!” she happily informs the taller woman, that usual smile of hers never faltering. 

Crap, she had thought the fuzzy one would have gone home by now. Does she really have to…?
Surely she just means a friendly peck on the cheek right? She can totally do that. Absolutely. Nevermind that her heart is hammering in her chest at the thought, this is easy and then it will never be brought up again. 

“Oh yeah, of course,” Calli laughs, feigning a cool she definitely doesn’t feel, stepping closer to the shorter woman.

Those large blue eyes are staring up at her again, making the reaper sweat, but she mumbles, “Oh uh, close your eyes you know?”

“Uhn!” and she does so, leaving the pinkette to take a deep breath and then lean in and quickly press her cool lips to Mococo’s warm, soft cheek and then she’s dashing out of the building, face absolutely on fire. 

“Ueh?” Mococo mumbles, her ears flicking, having heard the rapid footsteps of someone running away. 

Blinking her eyes, she sees that it was Calli, and then she’s frowning, almost a pout. That wasn’t what she meant. So…, using her great sense of smell, Mococo follows the trail of Death.
She catches up to her about a block from her apartment, standing at a crosswalk.

“Calli-senpai!” 

“Guh!” and then those red eyes land on her again.

“You didn’t do it right,” Mococo pouts up at her, folding her arms across her chest.

Calli looks to the unchanging crosswalk signal. “I kissed you on the cheek.”

Mococo makes a frustrated noise but then her hands are forcing Calli to look at her, staring down into those blue eyes again has the reaper’s heart hammering again. 

An audible swallow making fuzzy ears twitch.

“Can I kiss you properly then?” another adorable head tilt, the grip on her cheeks lightening, the fingers only barely grazing the skin now.

For some reason, some reason she would never be able to put a name to, she finds herself nodding. And then those pale lips are on hers, red eyes falling closed, as she loses herself in what proves to be an all-too-short kiss.
Mococo has pulled away, a grin on her face.

“Thanks Calli-senpai! Bau bau!” and then she’s gone, leaving a blushing and flustered reaper to wonder what the hell had her day been. 

Eventually, she manages to make it back home, sitting on her couch, her cats wandering nearby, one even climbing on top of her, clearly not used to this change in their routine, but she can’t focus on anything, her mind still replaying that kiss over and over again.
What the hell?

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Mococo is having a good day, most days are good to be honest, she loves her job, her coworkers and friends, and of course, her twin sister. She’s humming happily, tail wagging as she walks through Cover’s Studio, having just finished her recording for the day, Fuwawa had managed to finish even earlier and had already gone to hang out with Biboo, who was doing a handcam that day in the studio. Mococo had sent her a text when she finished, just asking if she was still with Biboo or not, but without a reply, she had merely shrugged, opting to just go home and relax a while before having to make dinner. 

“Oh Moco-chaaan,” a familiar, distinctive voice calls to her from her right, one fuzzy pink ear swiveling in that direction. 

“Ueh?”

Nerissa is striding towards her having just stepped off the elevator, a smile on her lips, Mococo has to look up to stare into her eyes, the other woman significantly taller than the demon guard dog.
“A certain…. Lesser demon told me an interesting story,” there’s a teasing smile on her lips that Mococo definitely doesn’t like. 

Mococo only blinks up at the still slowly approaching demon, taking a few hesitant steps back, her ears flattened back, “Whaet?”

Before the younger has a chance to process what’s happening, her back is against the wall with Nerissa towering over her, leaning against one of her arms on said wall, her other hand gently grasping Mococo’s chin and tilting her head up so their eyes meet. 

“If you wanted a kiss so badly, all you had to do was ask.”

Mococo tries to shrink away, protests on her lips, but Nerissa’s gaze is enough to silence them, her tail is still wagging against the wall, as usual, it betrays her true feelings. 

Still, her fuzzy ears pinned back, she attempts, “N-noeh!”

Nerissa leans in closer, their lips inches apart.
Their breath mingles as Nerissa asks, just to be certain, “Do you want me to kiss you Mococo?”

Squirming under the pressure, eyes darting between her eyes, lips, and down to her chest, Mococo is torn on what to say. It is almost certain that the taller demon already knows the answer, she just wants to hear it straight from her. The blond swallows, gaze darting away, she could run, she’s pretty fast, even if Nerissa is taller. She could probably run all the way back to the dog house. 

Nerissa hums softly, drawing the puppy’s gaze back to her.
“Unless I am really making you uncomfortable, I would drop it, if you told me that.”

Mococo continues to squirm under her gaze, her gaze falling to stare at Nerissa’s collarbone which peeks out just above her white shirt, honestly, it’s mesmerizing, the fuzzy one’s thoughts are momentarily distracted.
Another soft hum and the pup drags her gaze back up into those wine red eyes that are gazing at her with an uncomfortable amount of intensity. 

She swallows with difficulty, her cheeks burning as pink as her hair.
Nerissa doesn’t say anything though, she just stands there, still leaning against her one arm, her other hand resting on Mococo’s shoulder now.

Mococo mumbles a response that has Nerissa smiling, before the taller demon poses her another question, “Would you repeat that please?”

A grumble before Mococo instead, closes the very small distance between them, pressing her lips against Nerissa’s very lightly, her face absolutely burning, breaking the kiss after only a few seconds, nearly crashing her head into the wall with how quickly she withdrew. 

A grin lights Nerissa’s face as she stares down at Mococo, the hand that was on the other woman’s shoulder now on her head, ruffling her hair between her fuzzy ears.
“Was that so bad Moco-chan?”

Instead of answering, Mococo only pouts, grabbing a fistful of Nerissa’s shirt with one hand, refusing to meet her eyes. 

Nerissa only giggles, leaning back into a proper standing position now, her hand that was on the wall drifting down to reach for Mococo’s, leaving space for the other woman to grab her hand if she chooses too. A happy giggle escapes the taller woman as Mococo grabs her hand, her smaller hand fitting nicely into Nerissa’s own. Mococo’s tail is wagging as the two exit the office, wordlessly having decided to go grab a drink from a local cafe together. 

As she walks along, her hand held by Nerissa, Mococo smiles, this day really is the best. She got her recording done and a kiss from Nerissa. 

“So…, what prompted the tier list anyway?” Nerissa asks as they walk.

Mococo only blushes, staring at the ground as they walk, trusting Nerissa and her demon guard dog senses to navigate the busy streets.
“It wasn’t me.”

“You’re not a good liar Moco-chan.”

“It was Pero!” Mococo insists, glancing up for a just a second, seeing Nerissa’s grin.

“Mmm, that’s what you say…,” Nerissa replies loftily, now swinging their clasped hands, not enough to be a bother to other pedestrians, but enough to jostle the other woman into paying more attention.

Mococo only sticks her tongue out at the taller woman.

“Moco-chan…,” Nerissa stops suddenly, turning to face the demon guard dog, forcing people to go around them.

Thinking better of it though, Nerissa tugs the shorter woman into the nearby alleyway, and then once more, she’s pressed up against Mococo her arms above the smaller woman’s head as she looks down at those bright blue eyes.
“You really shouldn’t offer such a thing if you’re not ready to follow through.”

“Wh-whaet?” Mococo’s voice squeaks, looking up at Nerissa, her cheeks rapidly heating again.

Nerissa only smiles down at her, refusing to elaborate, confident Mococo will understand if she thinks about it a little bit more. 

“Nerissa!” Mococo shrieks before devolving into giggles, clamping a hand over her mouth and glancing up and down the alley, not that anyone is paying them any mind. 

Nerissa only smiles at her wickedly before she’s pushing off the wall and striding back up the alley.
Mococo jogs to catch up to her, hesitantly reaching out for Nerissa’s hand once more. Smiling over at her, Nerissa takes the offered hand in her own again, gently tugging Mococo closer to her as they walk.
A great day indeed.

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Mococo was at the studio, in one of the small booths, working on some recordings. Presumably, Fuwawa was somewhere else within the building doing her own but the two hadn’t had a chance to talk since they had gone their separate ways that morning.
Currently the fuzzy one is sweating quite a lot, so she’s moved to the slightly larger room right outside the recording booth, shrugging her usual crop-jacket off and placing it on the lone round table in the middle of the small room. She grabs her water bottle from the table next, twisting the cap off and taking a long drink, light blue eyes falling closed as the water does wonders for her parched throat. Sighing softly, fuzzy ears twitch at the sound of the door to the room opening, prompting one light blue eye to crack open. 

“Ueh?!” She exclaims, taking half of a step back in surprise as two people slide into the barely opened door, shutting it softly behind them.

“Hey Moco-chan~,” Nerissa’s velvety voice, accompanied by wine red eyes that seem to shine in the dim room, have the demon guard dog taking another step back, her water forgotten in one hand, thankfully not in danger of spilling given how much she drank already. 

“Ueh?” she blinks at the two of them, her eyes finally dragging away from Nerissa to focus on the other person, the one still standing by the door, looking like she doesn’t want to be here. 

“Mmmm, Kronii, you’re making poor little Moco-chan nervous,” Nerissa giggles as she steps closer, easily closing the gap between the two of them, making Mococo back up so far that her back hits the far wall, which at least, is cool upon her sweaty back. 

Kronii groans softly, but takes a few reluctant steps closer. Nerissa, though, is still significantly closer, so close that now she’s leaning with one arm above Mococo’s head, her other hand gently tilting Mococo’s chin up so their eyes meet. 

“How have you been today, Moco-chan?”

Mococo swallows, the sound seeming loud in her ears as she looks up into those wine red eyes that seem to be staring through her, like Nerissa knows all the thoughts running around in her fuzzy head.
“G-good, just…, just hot.”

Nerissa smiles down at the demon guard dog who only swallows again, her fuzzy ears twitching on her head, her tail still behind her.
“It is pretty hot in these booths,” Nerissa nods, looking thoughtful for a moment, before she’s peering down at the demon dog again.

“Uhn…,” Mococo mumbles, her ears twitching at the sound of Kronii moving about the space, but she can’t see around Nerissa who hasn’t moved and is still holding her chin.

“So…, Moco-chan…,” Nerissa begins, those wine red eyes narrowing as she leans even closer, Mococo’s senses overwhelmed by the other demon leaning so close, her chest pressing against the shorter woman, making her let out a squeak of surprise, a blush heating her already flushed cheeks. 

Another swallow from Mococo as Nerissa leans in even closer, the demon guard dog leaning away, her head thumping lightly into the wall, preventing her from escaping that way.
“Haeh?”

“I heard about your little…, kiss tier list.”

“Th-that wasn’t me! It was Pero!” Mococo protests immediately, blue eyes so wide, she had to be telling the truth.

Kronii sighs, the sound making those fuzzy ears twitch again, Mococo turning her head to the sound, those blue eyes staring at the tall woman who had somehow sidled up next to Nerissa, on Mococo’s side that Nerissa’s hand wasn’t pressed against the wall.
“Ueh?!” Mococo flinches but Nerissa’s grip on her chin tightens just enough to encourage the shorter woman to return her gaze to her.

“We know you were the one who made the list,” Nerissa retorts, wine red eyes narrowed again as she looks down at the demon dog.

Mococo squirms in her grasp, uncomfortably aware of Nerissa’s chest against hers, and then Kronii is leaning on her own hand above Mococo’s head, also leaning into her personal space, though not as close as Nerissa.

“So…, since we’re both in S-tier…, we figured we would pay you a little visit,” Nerissa continues, her hand finally falling from Mococo’s chin to instead trail down the shorter woman’s sweaty upper chest, across her damp crop top, pausing just above their still touching chests. 

“H-haeh…?” Mococo’s head tilts to the side, eyes flicking between the two of them, still very aware of Nerissa’s pressed against her and nervous about Kronii just standing there.

 Nerissa only smiles, before she’s pressed her lips against Mococo’s, shocking the demon guard dog into just letting it happen, but her fuzzy ears twitch at the sound of rustling fabric, blue eyes frantically searching for Kronii who she can’t see anymore.
The taller woman breaks the kiss with reluctance, moving so she’s leaning more heavily on her hand on the wall, her other hand drifting towards Mococo’s exposed tummy.

“Whaet are you doing?!” Mococo squeaks, seeing Kronii on her knees, her hands outstretched for Mococo’s pink belt. 

Kronii offers a fanged smile, looking up at Mococo with large, dark blue eyes.

It’s Nerissa who answers though, “Giving our sweet puppy a reward for not only rating us highly, but for working so hard,” her hand lightly gives the shorter woman tummy rubs, making her squirm as her shorts seem to grow tighter, her ears flattening back as she bites her lower lip to keep from making any noises. 

“B-but I haven’t done anything!” Mococo manages to squeak in protest, very aware of the rapidly growing bulge in her shorts, wishing she had chosen to wear proper pants, regardless of how warm it would have been. 

Kronii chooses then to speak, “You’ve done so much Mococo; you’re always working so hard, even that tier list was your work alone, you deserve a nice reward.”

Mococo’s face is burning as Kronii’s hands finally undo her belt, those fingers just barely grazing the bulge of her white shorts, making the demon dog whimper softly despite herself.
A soft chuckle from the dark blue haired woman as Nerissa kisses the shorter woman again, this time, Mococo returns the kiss, despite her burning cheeks, finally relaxing into Nerissa and Kronii’s touch, her tail starting to wag even though it’s mostly trapped against the wall.
While the other two are kissing, Kronii is busy unfastening Mococo’s shorts and tugging them down, exposing the fuzzy one’s panties which do a very poor job of concealing her very obvious half-hard cock. She leans in close, nuzzling along the still covered shaft, smirking when she hears Mococo’s sharp intake of breath and Nerissa’s giggle. 

Nerissa straightens up, still leaning in close, her lips just barely brushing those fuzzy ears as she begins to whisper into them, “You’re such a good girl Moco-chan, always working so hard, staying late, getting everything done in time. I’m so proud of you Moco-chan. You’re the best puppy.”

While Nerissa was whispering to their pup, Kronii had finally pulled the panties down Mococo’s legs, freeing her erection which sprang up, proudly standing, the tip glistening with precum already.
Kronii studies it with interest, leaning in close, her tongue making a slow pass along the shaft, tasting the demon guard dog’s sweat and taking in the shape. She had wondered if Mococo would have a more canine shape or a human one and was delighted to learn that she had a canine shape, complete with a round knot near the base of her cock, pleased to see the fuzzy one was well-groomed, barely any pale blond hair above her pubic area. 

Mococo’s sudden moan has Nerissa chuckling again, her hand that she had been leaning against now wrapped around the demon guard dog, helping to support her as her knees had given out at Kronii’s attention.
Blushing, her ears flattened back, she looks frantically between the two women, overwhelmed and they had barely done anything. 

“Wh-whaet are you doing?” Mococo asks, her face burning as her cock throbs.

“Just showing you what a good girl you are Moco-chan,” Nerissa answers, her hand loosely wrapping around her shaft as Kronii once again, runs her tongue up her length, swirling her tongue around the tip, making the demon dog moan, her knees threatening to give out again but Nerissa holds her tighter, their chests flush once more. 

Light blue eyes close as Kronii descends, just taking Mococo’s tip into her mouth, her tongue teasing the underside as she gently sucks.
Nerissa is grinning, watching as Mococo becomes putty beneath the two of them, just as she had predicted. Kronii continues as she is, never going much farther, dark blue eyes opening to once more marvel at the sight above her. Mococo’s flushed cheeks, her ears tilted towards the two women, her tail which swishes against the wall as it wags, the cock in her mouth that is rather slender and a deeper pink towards the tip that fades out to a lighter shade of pink as it nears the wide knot that seems to have grown just a little since she looked at it earlier.
Nerissa leans in again, obscuring Kronii’s view as she once again kisses the poor demon dog, who whines softly but returns the kiss.
Dark blue eyes fall closed once more, focusing on her given task, which she had been reluctant about agreeing to but Nerissa was…, convincing, to say the least. Her tongue swipes up over the demon dog’s leaking tip again, tasting the salty tang that is Mococo and she isn’t as put off by it as she would have expected to be, but it is Mococo. She hums as she dips down just a bit farther, Mococo’s cock filling her mouth, hearing the resulting moan that’s mostly muffled by the kissing going on above her.
Mococo is doing her best to stay still, but Kronii’s mouth and tongue are making it difficult, but with Nerissa holding her too, she’s a little afraid of what would happen if she tried to buck into Kronii. Blue eyes crack open when Nerissa breaks the kiss, the taller straightening up just enough to whisper into fuzzy ears that twitch at the soft breath of air as she speaks.

“Don’t be afraid to buck your hips a little Moco-chan.”

The demon guard dog’s mouth has gone dry, her thoughts fuzzier than usual. Was Nerissa a mind reader?! She can’t help it though, she does as Nerissa just said was okay to do, her hips buck, her cock pushing further into Kronii’s mouth, Nerissa’s grip on her shaft providing more stimulation despite the lack of lube, the slight burn of the friction still feels amazing to the rapidly approaching overstimulated pup.
Kronii was paying attention so she expected it, but still, the feeling of Mococo bucking into her mouth was something, but just as quickly she withdrew, leaving the other woman to continue as she had been, once more just focusing on her tip, her tongue teasing and tasting.

“Such a good girl~,” Nerissa coos into those fuzzy ears again, her grip on Mococo’s cock just as firm as always, offering her a couple of pumps that have the pup whimpering, her hands finally grasping at the raven, those light blue eyes a few shades darker. 

Nerissa giggles again before saying, “Go ahead and be as loud as you want Moco-chan. You know these rooms right outside the booths are sound-proofed too~.”

Her face blazes even brighter if that’s possible, her ears twisting back a moment before she does moan louder, Kronii having taken more of her cock into her mouth, sucking harder now as her lips meet Nerissa’s fingers.
Her moan becomes a whimper as Kronii withdraws, Nerissa’s hand following her retreat and then stroking back down to her knot which has swollen quite a bit more. Blue eyes shut tightly, Mococo doesn’t know how much longer she can stand this, but then Nerissa is kissing her again, sweetly, and she almost falls again, but Nerissa is holding her up still, one hand on her cock, the other wrapped around her sweaty back. 

A whimper from the demon dog when Kronii withdraws entirely, standing up on moderately shaky legs after having been kneeling for so long, she looks to Nerissa who only smiles, and then it’s Kronii who has one arm around the demon dog and one hand on her cock while Nerissa is kneeling before the incredibly flustered woman. 

“Ueh?!”

Nerissa only smiles before her eyes close as she takes Mococo into her mouth, one hand on her shaft again until she manages to take all of it to Kronii’s steadying hand which offers the demon an almost loving head pat before it's the Warden’s turn to speak to their flustered little puppy.

“Be a good girl for us Mococo.”

Those blue eyes screw shut again, overwhelmed by the feeling of Nerissa now sucking on her and Kronii whispering into her ears.

“Cum for us,” Kronii commands, soft, but that command is more than enough for the already overstimulated demon dog. 

A moan that’s more of a squeak and then Nerissa is smiling up at her demon guard dog, tongue lapping at any stray drops that she didn’t manage to swallow as Mococo just breathes heavily, looking at the two of them warily even though they had just made her cum. 

“Good girl,” the two taller women say almost in unison, making the demon guard dog drop her gaze, her ears flattening back even as her tail continues to swish against the wall. 

Both of them laugh and then Nerissa is standing before her again and then she’s peppering Mococo’s face with kisses as does Kronii after a moment’s hesitation. Mococo whines beneath their assault but it soon devolves into giggles as the taller two don’t let up. 

“Such a good girl,” Nerissa remarks with a smile, that familiar drop in tone making the demon dog’s heart start racing. 

“Uhn…,” Mococo agrees without thinking. 

Kronii only laughs and shakes her head, walking around the two of them, calling over her shoulder, “Just make sure you clean up any mess before you two leave.”

And then it's only the two of them in the small room outside the recording booth. Nerissa leans in close again, pressing her lips gently to Mococo’s. Mococo returns the kiss, overwhelmed with everything that had transpired over the last…, however long that was.

Nerissa reluctantly breaks their kiss, staring into those darkened blue eyes.
“I guess I should let you get back to recording…”

Mococo’s eyes widen, her hands gripping at the shirt the taller woman is wearing.

“Use your words Moco-chan,” Nerissa chides gently, a smile on her lips.

It takes several tries, her mouth is incredibly dry, but Mococo finally manages, “I don’t…, I don’t think I can do any more today…, and… I don’t want to… be alone…”

Nerissa smiles and gives her another kiss.
“You won’t have to be, let’s go back to mine for the afternoon, we can swing back by in a few hours.”

A blushing Mococo fervently agrees, hurriedly getting dressed as Nerissa checks the room to make sure there’s no evidence of what they had done. Together, a blushing demon dog and raven songstress leave the studio, hands clasped tightly.

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Calli rests her chin on Mococo’s head, right between her twitching fuzzy ears, one of her ice-cold hands resting around Mococo’s knot, the other just resting on her sensitive tummy. The demon guard dog’s legs are spread and feet firmly planted on the ground as she pants, darkened blue eyes staring into wine red as Nerissa once again bobs her head up and down Mococo’s shaft. Calli’s hand briefly rests upon Nerissa’s head, coming up off of the fuzzy demon guard dog between her own spread legs before resting once more upon the burning flesh. Mococo half-whimpers, her blue eyes falling closed, very aware of the feeling of Kronii’s breasts pressing against her arm as said Clock woman’s chin rests on that same shoulder, one of her hands cupping Mococo’s chest with a gentleness the younger hadn’t expected. Sharp teeth sink into her lower lip as she squirms beneath the affection, Calli’s arm the only reason she isn’t bucking into Nerissa’s mouth. Helpless whimpers escape the demon guard dog as Nerissa continues, her tongue gliding over the underside of her cock while Calli’s hand on her knot shifts up to instead tease her other breast. Calli’s hand is ice-cold, Mococo tries to convince herself the reason her body is reacting is because of the temperature difference between them, feeling as the Reaper’s fingers pinch and twist at her rapidly hardening nipple while Kronii does the same to her other nipple while whispering about ‘what a good girl’ she’s being for them. Mococo can only whine, feeling that familiar heat building in her lower stomach, her ears flatten back and Calli presses a kiss to her hair again.

“Is it too much Moco-chan?” the Reaper asks softly, her hand stilling but not releasing the demon guard dog’s nip. 

All of them stop at Calli’s question, waiting for Mococo’s answer.
The fuzzy demon guard dog takes several seconds to remember how to answer, those blue eyes opening again, nearly shutting at seeing just the tip of her dick between Nerissa’s lips.
“N-Noeh,” she murmurs, eyes squeezing shut again, her tail giving a bit of a wag but given it’s pressed between her back and Calli’s front, it can’t move very much. 

“Good,” Calli murmurs, pressing another kiss into her hair.

Nerissa dives down again, only Kronii’s hand on a quivering thigh stopping the demon dog from bucking into Nerissa’s mouth. Mococo whines again, leaning heavily into Calli as the two taller women continue to tease her nipples. 

“A-aah!” Mococo moans, that coil finally snapping and she cums into Nerissa’s mouth.

The raven demon only smiles, swallowing the small amount of cum, running her tongue over Mococo’s still leaking tip, savoring the taste of her favorite demon guard dog.
Blushing, Mococo’s eyes squeeze shut, embarrassed by all of it, even as the other two make her fuzzy ears twitch as they whisper to her about how proud they are of her, what a good girl she’s being for them, and then Nerissa has come up from her spot pressing her warmth against Mococo. Effectively trapping the other two women’s hands against her chest as the raveness presses her lips to Mococo’s. Mococo whimpers in protest, hating that she can taste herself faintly on the raven’s lips, but Nerissa only deepens their kiss, her free hand reaching down to stroke Mococo’s oversensitive cock.
Calli and Kronii choose that moment to squeeze the nipples between their fingers, making the puppy gasp as Nerissa’s tongue invades her mouth. It’s too much, Mococo finally lets go, relaxing into everyone’s touch, blue eyes closed, focusing on Nerissa, using her to ground herself in this moment. Nerissa withdraws her tongue from the younger demon’s mouth, giving her a light peck on the lips before she’s shifting down again, her hand still sloppily jerking off the overstimulated pup. Mococo whimpers again, her legs quivering as Kronii’s hand on her chest shifts to just holding her breast instead of focusing on her nipple, Calli shifting to do the same on the other side, her other hand resting on the demon dog’s tummy, offering her tummy rubs.
Mococo whines softly, blue eyes cracking open as she leans back into Calli, the Reaper moving so Mococo can rest her head back on her shoulder. 

Several seconds pass, Nerissa once more lying between Mococo and Calli’s legs, her tongue outstretched towards Mococo’s cock.
“Wh-why are you guys d-doing this?”

Nerissa peers up from beneath her bangs, her tongue just barely touching Mococo’s tip.

“Because of the Kiss tier list,” Kronii answers, shifting so she’s sitting more comfortably against Calli and Mococo’s sides, one hand still gently holding the demon dog’s chest, the other idly tracing patterns on her thigh.

“Wh-whaet?” Mococo mumbles, fuzzy ears twisting back again, mind so overwhelmed that focusing on Kronii’s words is difficult, especially as Nerissa hasn’t stopped, once more having taken her tip into her warm mouth, sucking on it gently, her tongue occasionally flicking across it, making her shiver.

“We wanted to treat you. Show you what a good girl you are,” Calli murmurs, rubbing Mococo’s tummy in a circular motion, her other hand offering her breast a comforting squeeze. 

“Ueh…”
Darkened blue eyes are closed again, absolutely drowning in sensations, that familiar coil burning again. 

Calli’s voice drops as she asks the next question, “Don’t you think you’ve been a good girl Moco-chan?”

Of course, that’s the moment that Nerissa chooses to dip down, swallowing half of Mococo’s cock.
The demon dog stiffens in Calli’s hold, a choked moan.

Calli and Kronii chuckle, both of them watching as Nerissa continues her assault, pulling back up so that only the tip is in her mouth still before she glides back down, stopping only once she reaches Mococo’s knot.
The reaper takes Mococo’s warm hand in her own, guiding her to place it on Nerissa’s head, a soft whisper into a fuzzy ear, “Show her you like it.”

Kronii takes Mococo’s other hand with the hand that had been on the demon dog’s thigh, guiding her hand to Nerissa’s intact horn and murmuring, “Be gentle, but you know she likes this too.”

Guided by Calli and Kronii, Mococo’s hand in Nerissa’s hair tightens, pushing her down just a little, the hand on her horn gripping it just tightly enough and stroking it, the moan that Nerissa lets out feeling like it reverbates through the demon guard dog, her blue eyes falling closed, trusting the blue and pink women to help her.
It’s almost simultaneous, a louder moan from Nerissa, her mouth almost entirely coming off of Mococo’s cock, just the tip brushing her lips still and then Mococo is cumming again, another weak shot, due to her medication, but Nerissa’s pupils are large and she stares up at her puppy with an expression the demon guard dog can’t read. First though, Nerissa runs her tongue around her lips and wipes her cheeks with the back of her hand, smiling up at those wide darkened blue eyes. Mococo’s hands have fallen away, lying at her sides now as the other three women seem to have a conversation the demon guard dog isn’t a part of, her fuzzy ears only twitch as Nerissa is suddenly standing. As usual, the demon towers over the fuzzy one, but from her sitting position, dark blue eyes are eye level with Nerissa’s crotch. She blinks several times, unsure, but then Nerissa has tugged her skirt up a little more, and then she’s straddling Mococo’s face while Calli whispers assurances into fuzzy ears. Nerissa’s hand is threading through soft blond and pink hair, fingers digging into her head, pressing her closer. 

Kronii stands up, shifting so she’s behind Nerissa now, and Mococo can’t quite hear what they’re saying, as Calli gently pushes Mococo’s face to Nerissa’s dripping pussy.
Large blue eyes peer up at the demon and she smiles, widening her stance, her grip tightening as Mococo’s tongue finally touches her. 

“Fuck,” the demon growls, head falling back onto Kronii’s shoulder, the Clock woman only smiling, her hands resting on Nerissa’s breasts, murmuring assurances to her quietly. 

Calli gently pushes Mococo closer, a smile on her lips as Mococo finally takes the hint, her tongue delving up into Nerissa as the demon moans louder, her knees starting to buckle but Kronii readjusts so she can help support the demon as Mococo’s tongue gets to work.
Her chin and nose are wet as her hands finally come up, hooking around Nerissa’s legs and resting on her hips, holding the taller demon in place. Nerissa only moans louder, her hands braced against the wall behind Calli, Kronii readjusting so her hands are once more teasing at Nerissa’s breasts, above her shirt still. Mococo’s tongue swipes up, brushing across her clit, making the demon above her let out a shuddery moan. With a slight smile, Mococo laps at her clit a few more times before she wraps her lips around the small bundle of nerves and sucks. Nerissa moans louder, grinding down onto the demon dog’s face, while Calli and Kronii just smile, watching the scene unfold. Mococo’s tongue dives in again while she laps at Nerissa’s clit, and it doesn’t take long before the demon of Sound is cumming all over her precious pup’s face. Diligently, Mococo laps at the taller demon, even as Nerissa shudders and whimpers softly, but Kronii holds her upright, cooing down at Mococo for being such a good girl and cleaning up their demon.
Grinning, face still damp, Mococo leans back into Calli and Nerissa nearly collapses back into Kronii who helps the taller woman down into a sitting position, letting her curl up against Mococo, who blushes as the raven brushes against her once again, hard cock. The fuzzy one wraps her arms tightly around Nerissa’s shoulders though, smiling as the demon of sound nuzzles into her chest, undoubtedly feeling her heart as it thumps against her chest.
Calli smiles at them, pressing another kiss between Mococo’s fuzzy ears, beckoning with one hand for Kronii to join the cuddle pile. Kronii sighs but lies down behind Nerissa, arms draping around the two in Calli’s lap, curling her long legs up beneath herself. 

“You two should have a nap, me and Kronii will be here when you wake up,” Calli offers, a smile on her lips, her fingertips barely brushing against Kronii’s blue hair.

“Bau bau,” Mococo mutters sleepily, utterly exhausted after all of this.

Nerissa offers a giggle, burying her face further into Mococo’s chest, “Thank you guys for helping me make this possible.”

“Of course,” Kronii replies, rolling her eyes as Mococo starts to splutter, “Whaet?!”

Calli laughs too, and tells the fuzzy one not to worry about it, they can discuss anything and everything after a nap.
Soon, soft snores fill the air, the only one awake being the Reaper, since she has no real need of sleep anyway. She stares at the cuddle pile before her, the half-naked demon guard dog, the messy haired demon of Sound, and the ever-perfect Kronii. How in the hell had she gotten mixed up in this kiss tier-list business? Red eyes fall closed, it’s better not to think about it to be honest.

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Shiori is wandering at a leisurely pace up the street, her destination is of course, the studio. Today, it’s hot, so she’s glad she forwent her coat, however her long stockings are definitely sticking to her legs; summers in Japan are the worst. Even so, she hums quietly to herself as she walks, golden yellow eyes taking in the scenery as she walks. Her bare, pale arms, have a shiny sheen to them already, she’s going to try to finish her business at the studio as quickly as possible. She frowns briefly at herself, before focusing once more on the path before her. The sooner she gets there and in the booth, the sooner she can finish and go home; at least she has AC.
Her efforts are rewarded when she arrives, someone exiting holds the door for her, she thanks them profusely and it’s instantly cooler inside. A soft sigh escapes her as she makes her way over to the elevators, shifting her purse to her other shoulder as she waits for the ‘ding’.
Thankfully she doesn’t have to wait long, entering and pressing the button for her desired floor, waiting patiently as it ascends and exiting gratefully back on solid ground once the doors open. As golden yellow eyes scan the hall, a smile touches her lips upon seeing a familiar fuzzy tail wagging, the person’s upper half concealed by the door of the room they’ve poked into.

“Mococo!” Shiori greets, her smile widening at the way the other woman’s tail wags faster.

A few seconds pass before the demon guard dog withdraws from the room, pulling the door closed.
“Ueh?”

“Just who I was hoping to run into,” the goth smiles, eyes raking over Mococo’s casual attire, glad that the pup had enough sense not to wear her light jacket today, even if she’s been living here for years, it’s still too hot and too easy to succumb to heatstroke. 

“Really?” she tilts her head adorably to the side, her fuzzy ears swaying with her motion.

Her smile extends just a little, revealing a sharp tooth, “Yeah. I wanted to…, congratulate you on your recent successful joke stream for Pero’s birthday.”

Mococo’s cheeks turn a little pink, but she smiles, “Th-thank you!”

Shiori nods her eyes drifting up the hallway, “Would you walk with me to the booth or at least, part way?”

“Uhn!” the fuzzy one replies with a nod,  falling into step beside the goth woman. 

Shiori keeps her pace even, steady, getting worried as they approach the door she needs. If she’s going to do this, now would be the opportune time. She doesn’t typically experience anxiety, she’s always been decisive, doing what needs done without much fuss. For whatever reason though, this action has her hesitating. It isn’t a big deal, she reasons as her steps take her closer and closer to the door to the booth she will likely be locked in(not literally of course) for the next several hours.
Still as booted feet come to rest outside of the booth she reserved for the day, Shiori is hesitating, glancing over at her blond and pink haired companion. 

“Did you need something else Shiori?” Mococo cheerfully asks, her tail wagging slowly behind her as they stop at the door.

Well, it’s now or never the goth reasons, turning to face her.
She thinks about what to say, taking in the pup’s smiling face, her fuzzy ears that twitch every so often.
Torn, unsure of whether to ask first or just do it, figuring the pup would likely refuse if she asked, and would mutter about how it had just been a joke, but still, consent is extremely important.
Those blue eyes seem to be searching her face, almost like she wants to ask another question.

“C-can I give you a kiss?” Shiori asks, her eyes falling from Mococo’s face, unsure if she wants to see the reaction to such  a question.

“Ueh?” a common enough Moco-noise, glancing back up, to see a blushing and confused demon dog.

“Oh you know, that tier list, I was just offering,” Shiori smiles gently, fully prepared to just dart into the booth and not come back out.

Mococo’s expression shifts, a blush rising in her cheeks.
“It-it was just a joke.”

That wasn’t what she expected to hear, yellow gaze searching the demon dog’s face.
“D…do you want a kiss then?”

“Ueh…,” Mococo’s eyes are squeezed shut, her ears tilting back, her cheeks blazing pink.

Shiori’s smile is soft, she closes the distance between them with a single step, warm hands gently cupping blazing cheeks, but those blue eyes remain closed. Shiori leans in close, shifting her right hand down to Mococo’s shoulder, her lips pressing briefly to Mococo’s cheek before she steps back, stopped only by a sudden grip to her shirt. She glances down, seeing Mococo tightly gripping her shirt, golden eyes sweeping back up to see those blue eyes opened again.

This time, the goth is the one who tilts her head to the side before asking her question, “What’s up?”

Blue eyes widen and drop to where her hands are still clutching at the other woman.
A quiet murmur leaves the other woman but unfortunately, Shiori can’t quite make out what it is she said.

“I’m sorry Moco-chan, could you repeat that please?”

A soft whine before Mococo is looking at her again, light blue eyes darkened.
“W-would you give me another, proper kiss, Shiori?”

Shiori blinks, she had heard this time, Mococo had enunciated perfectly. But still. That definitely wasn’t something she had expected to hear from the pink pup. And…, just what did she mean by a ‘proper kiss’? That…, didn’t sound like something ‘friends’ did. Or was it? 

Her hesitation has the pup hurriedly releasing her and her ears flattening back against her head.
“W-wait,” Shiori stammers.

Mococo peers up into that golden gaze, her cheeks once more blazing pink.

“Could you at least, tell me what you meant, before I say yes or no?”

“Ueh…, I meant like…, akissonthelips,” the fuzzy one mutters, her words running together as her face seems to blaze even hotter, her eyes falling from Shiori’s eyes to stare instead at those pale lips that had graced her cheek only moments ago.

Yellow eyes widen before her lips part unconsciously into an ‘o’; several seconds passing before either of them say anything else, Mococo very much looking like she would like nothing more than to dash back down the hall.
“W-well… I could do that.”

Mococo’s entire face lights up, blue eyes seeming to shine, her tail giving a few wags.

Shiori takes a deep breath, steadying herself before once more, taking in Mococo’s appearance.
The pup’s fuzzy ears are angled towards her again, her blue eyes are closed, lips pursed and pushed out, her tail still wagging behind her.
She takes another deep breath, trying to keep in her mind that this is for her good friend Mococo, it isn’t weird and it doesn’t mean anything.
Finally, she takes the half-step closer to her, leaning slowly, deliberately. Warm lips pressed against her own slightly cold. She stays there for a few seconds, unsure how long this is supposed to last, before she rocks back on her heels, golden eyes sweeping over Mococo again, noting the way her breathing is different and the speed of which her tail is wagging.
Was it really that big a deal?

The pup’s eyes are open now, smiling shyly at her.
“Thanks Shiori.”

“No problem…, um…, I should get to work though. I’ll… see you later?”

“Bau bau!” Mococo replies cheerfully before she’s dashing down the hall, her tail still wagging.

Shiori considers reminding the excitable pup that she shouldn’t be running indoors, but she only shakes her head, finally pushing her way into the recording room. She sets her purse on the small table, reaching into it and pulling out her phone, deciding to text Nerissa, since she figures the raven has more experience with this sort of thing. 

‘What does it mean if someone asks for a kiss on the lips?’
After sending the text however, she places her phone back into her bag and crosses the small room into the soundproof recording booth. She can find out about that later, right now, she has work to do.

Unbeknownst to Shiori for the next few hours at least, Nerissa sends back text after text, first explaining possible reasonings and then asking if Shiori has a ‘special someone’, who it is, if she got a kiss, if she was propositioned and what she said if she had been.
But the goth doesn’t check her phone until she’s roughly halfway finished with her work.
Staring down at the phone, she has to wonder why Mococo had asked for a kiss on the lips.
However, she still has work to do, so she tries to focus on that, but her thoughts inevitably drift back to the fuzzy demon guard dog.

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“Bau bau!”

A familiar phrase by now, the big cat turns around, a smile already on her lips. Her ears had swiveled at the sound of her senpai’s voice, immediately knowing it was Mococo who had called to her.
“Mococo!” she greets with a smile as the younger twin comes closer, the two of them standing in the lobby of the studio now, surprisingly, the only two on the first level.

“Will you do the purr thing?” Mococo asks, her tail already wagging, her blue eyes wide. 

Raora laughs a moment, her own tail curling around her, her hands finding comfort in its warmth.
“Why you want this now?” 

Mococo looks down, her ears drooping a little, before she perks back up, “I love it when you purr!”

“Hmmm, yes but why now?” the panther asks, one hand coming up and tapping her chin. 

“Ueh…,” Mococo wrinkles her nose, ears tilting back.

Not wanting the fuzzy one to be sad, Raora purrs for her, the sound making the demon guard dog perk up again, her tail wagging furiously behind her again. 

“Thank you!” Mococo squeals in delight, rushing in close for a hug, inhaling the big cat’s scent as she does. 

“Of course~,” Raora replies with a smile, wrapping her arms around the other woman.

“Would you…, would you do me one more favor?” Mococo asks, peering up at her with large blue eyes. 

Raora ceases to purr, peering down just a little to gaze into those blue eyes, her ears flicking in interest.
“Another favor hmm?”

“Uhn!” Mococo grins, tail still wagging, still holding onto the big cat. 

“What kind of favor?” The big cat takes a single step back from the demon dog who had been hugging her tightly, once more, gripping her tail between her hands, mildly anxious and trying to calm herself by just stroking her fluffy tail. 

Mococo pouts, whether it’s because she moved away or because she is unsure how to ask for her second favor, Raora isn’t sure. Several seconds pass as the two stand there, neither saying a word, however the demon dog’s tail has slowed its wagging.
Incredibly curious now, Raora chances stepping back into Mococo’s space, dropping her tail and letting it drag upon the ground, leaning in close to her senpai’s face, large golden eyes peering into blue that seem far away. 

A startled “Ueh,” from Mococo as she takes half of a step backwards, her hands coming up.

Raora giggles and doesn’t advance again, just watching her senpai with a smile.

“I… I…,” Mococo stammers, blushing now, her ears tilting backwards against her head as she tries to say what it is she wants, “I wondered if I could have a kiss?”

Raora tilts her head to the side, “A kiss? You are this… worked up over asking for a kiss?” 

“Ueh…, it’s embarrassing!” Mococo grumbles, her face as pink as the highlights in her hair, turning her face away from the big cat.

“Oh Mococo…,” Raora murmurs, closing the remaining distance between them, gently taking the pup’s face in her hands and turning her so their eyes meet, “I would do… so many things for you, a kiss, is the least of them.”

If possible, the pup’s face blazes hotter, her ears tilting all the way back as she gazes into golden eyes that briefly flash light blue.
“Wh-what do you mean by that?”

Raora only smiles and leans in, pressing her lips softly against Mococo’s. The fuzzy one doesn’t bother thinking about Raora’s statement any longer, fully relaxing into the big cat, returning the kiss eagerly, her tail once again, wagging furiously behind her. Hands find Mococo’s waist, holding the pup closer, pressing their bodies together and earning herself a moan from the shorter woman. When her mouth opens, Raora takes the chance immediately, slipping her tongue into the other woman’s mouth for just a moment, sliding her tongue along Mococo’s. Then, she’s withdrawn her tongue and carefully drawn Mococo’s tongue into her mouth, very gently sucking on the delicate muscle, drawing another groan from the demon guard dog, feeling the way her tail stirs the air behind them.
When Raora finally pulls away, the shorter woman is panting and her cheeks are still flushed, those light blue eyes darkened a few shades as she gazes up into golden orbs. 

“Was…, was too much?” Raora asks, feigning innocence, fighting to keep the smile from her lips as she waits for Mococo’s response. 

Mococo is silent as she tries to regulate her breathing, her eyes never leaving the big cat, her tail still wagging furiously behind her as she tries to catch her breath.
“Y-you said…, you would do lots of things for me…, what…, what were those things?”

Raora’s lips curl into a smile, exposing one of her sharp fangs, “Why not come with me and I can show you?”
The offer is extended along with a single hand outstretched to the other woman who eyes the hand and her face, that blush finally starting to fade.

“Okae,” Mococo murmurs, sounding vaguely uncertain as she takes Raora’s hand. 

Raora tugs her into a quick hug, murmuring into the demon dog’s hair, “You won’t regret this Mococo!”

But then the big cat is leading the pup down the hall. It doesn’t take long for Mococo to realize they’re heading to one of the first-level recording rooms, which has the demon dog wondering why but she doesn’t voice the question, instead, she focuses on the way Raora’s tail sways as she walks, the feeling of her warm hand in her own smaller one, blue eyes taking in the delicate detail of those dextrous fingers and comparing them to her own, slightly pudgy hands.
Soon though, Raora has pulled the younger demon dog into one of the rooms, shutting and locking the door behind them, and then turning that darkened golden gaze upon her again.

“Bau bau?” Mococo offers nervously, her tail wagging low behind her as she backs up in the small room, the actual recording booth is maybe five feet away, within the room they’re currently in, there’s a small table, a stool, and then the door to the room and the door to the recording booth. 

“Bau bau,” Raora agrees, that same smile on her lips before she’s got one hand on Mococo’s cheek again, gazing into those light blue eyes.

The fuzzy one’s heart beats rapidly in her chest, her tail wags furiously, and her ears are pointed toward the big cat, eager for whatever it was that had Raora dragging her into this room and locking the door behind them.
Silence stretches between them as Raora’s eyes seem to search Mococo’s, the demon guard dog has no idea what she’s waiting for, so she only smiles up at her reassuringly. 

Raora shifts so that their foreheads are pressed together, their breath intermingling.
“You are too sweet, you know?”

“Ueh?” Mococo only blinks, but her hands are on Raora again, this time, gripping her light blue, chattini themed jacket. 

Raora giggles just a moment before she’s leaning down again, pressing their lips together in a soft kiss, one the demon dog eagerly returns, perhaps surprising the other woman with the force of it, her tail once again, wagging fiercely. Hands slide up her exposed abdomen, warmth spreading through her body as those hands continue upwards, bypassing her cropped shirt, coming to rest atop her sports bra covered breasts, making her blush and break the kiss, her ears flattened back against her head.
“Rara?”

“Mmm?” the cat’s tail is flicking lazily beside them, Mococo’s back is pressed against the wall more to help her stay upright than anything else. 

“Whaet…, whaet are you doing?”

A light squeeze has the dog gasping, unconsciously leaning into the touch, eyes falling closed.
“Would you like me to stop?”

Large blue eyes snap open, looking up at Raora who hasn’t moved, her hands still exactly where they had been, her tail tip still flicking.
She’s blushing again, she can feel her cheeks burning, her ears are tilted back again and her tail is still wagging furiously. 

“N-noeh…,” but she can’t look into those golden orbs and say that, instead, she focuses on Raora’s neck, tracing her jawline with her eyes instead.

Raora purrs for a moment, letting the sound fill the small space, smiling as the puppy before her seems to relax a little, finally meeting her eyes again.
“Does that mean…, you would like to continue…, this?”

“Uhn!” Mococo manages to nod, which is when Raora leans down again, capturing her lips in another sweet kiss.

The hands on her chest give another gentle squeeze, making the pup squirm just a little, arching her back up into the touch, and then before she realizes what’s happening, those hands are beneath her sports bra, touching her bare flesh.
A shocked moan escapes her barely parted lips, eyes squeezed shut as her face once again, blazes brightly. Raora only smiles, leaning forward, lightly, very lightly, nibbling on one of those fuzzy ears, her hands shifting so that her thumbs can swipe over rapidly stiffening nipples as she does so.
Another shocked noise leaves the pup, her tail swishing against the wall, utterly torn between the sensations she’s experiencing, wanting to experience more but it’s also too much and she can only sag beneath the big cat’s touch, held up by the other woman’s tail, which had at some point, wrapped around her waist. 

“Ueh…,” she mumbles, too overwhelmed to properly say anything, those blue eyes closed again, her one ear still in Raora’s mouth, the other twisting back.

“Is too much?” the big cat whispers into the ear she had been nibbling on, leaning away and peering down at Mococo.

“Uhn…,” Mococo mumbles, still trying to focus again, distracted by Raora’s hands on her chest still.

Raora frowns and glances about the room, realizing that it’s unfortunately a very small room, and while it will technically be suitable for her purposes, it doesn’t really have a comfortable spot for Mococo to lie down. She shrugs though and then her hands are free from Mococo’s shirt and bra, instead, they’re tugging her soft, pale blue hoodie off over her head, leaving her in only her bra and the pants she had worn that day, she steps away from a confused Mococo and spreads her hoodie on the floor.
“You could lie here, yes?”

Mococo’s cheeks are blazing pink again, was it really okay for them to be doing…, whatever it was they were doing in here?
“Uhn…,” she mumbles again, glancing between the soft hoodie and Raora, before she’s tilting her head to the side in that adorable way she has, “S-should I… take off my shirt and … and stuff?”

Raora’s smile reveals her sharp fangs.
“If you’re comfortable doing so, it would make things easier,” she replies, golden gaze narrowed watching the pup. 

It feels like her cheeks are never going to return to their normal, pale color, but the demon guard dog averts her eyes from Raora’s as she shrugs off her usual jacket, then pulls off her shirt, hesitating on whether to remove her bra or not, eventually though, she tosses that to the pile of her already discarded clothing, standing there, arms self-consciously wrapped around her torso, unsure of whether she should continue undressing or if this was good enough.
She glances up, meeting that darkened golden gaze.

“Sh-should I…, un-undress all the way?” her voice is quiet, her tail is barely wagging anymore, she’s so incredibly self-conscious. 

“That depends,” Raora strides closer again, gently tilting Mococo’s chin up so their eyes meet, “How far do you want to go?”

Her face blazes pink again, her ears flatten back and she tries to look away, but Raora has her chin and doesn’t let her avert her gaze. She squeezes her eyes shut instead, nervousness nearly overwhelming her.

“Mococo,” Raora says softly, voice gentle, the pup manages to crack her eyes open, gazing into that darkened golden gaze, seeing nothing but warmth and affection reflected.

The big cat leans forward, resting her forehead against Mococo’s, purring softly once more and of course, the pup begins to relax again, feeling more at ease as the sound fills the small room once more.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Raora murmurs quietly after several minutes. 

Mococo nuzzles closer to Raora, burying her nose into her neck, inhaling her comforting scent.
“I…, I want to…, do whatever it is you had planned,” she murmurs into the other woman’s neck, her arms wrapping around Raora, feeling immensely comforted by the thick, fluffy tail that was wrapped around her. 

Raora resumes purring for more long minutes, her arms around the shorter woman’s shoulders, resting her chin atop her blond and pink hair, between her fuzzy ears.
“Are you sure?”

“Uhn!” Mococo’s response is immediate, snuggling closer in the embrace. 

Raora shifts again, pressing a kiss to the spot her chin had been resting on before pulling back once more, waiting until Mococo reluctantly peered up at her too.
“You are a very good girl Mococo,” Raora murmured before they were kissing again.

Needless to say, it was a very good thing those rooms were soundproofed. 

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Of course Bae had seen the “kiss tier list” made roughly a week prior. She has laughed at the rankings and the few clips from the stream. 

She thought it was just that, just a silly joke the twins had come up with, one of those one-time things they all did. 

So going to the studio, dance practice, and PT like usual, Bae had no reason to think anything would be up; she greeted the twins as normal when she saw them, usually it was when they were going in opposite directions so there wasn’t time to say anything more than a quick greeting. 

But then there was dance practice. It would be more than fair to say that she, Bae, was one of the best dancers in the company, but that was because she worked her ass off. Not that the others didn’t too, of course, but her skills had vastly improved over the years and she was regarded as one of the best, even occasionally teaching some of the others privately. Usually just once or twice since their schedules were always so stacked, but still, it was definitely something the rat enjoyed. Dancing was fun and a hell of a workout. 

So after practice one day, sweaty and exhausted, Bae was surprised to see Mococo approaching her looking rather nervous.

“Oi~,” she greets the fuzzy one with a smile, using the towel around her neck to wipe some of the sweat from her face.

“Uhmm…, Bae-senpai…,” Mococo starts, already glancing around nervously, her ears flattened back against her head, her face still flushed from the dancing they’d been doing moments ago. 

“Whazzup?” The rat smiles, her tail waving behind her as she takes a more relaxed stance, hands gripping the ends of the towel around her neck, blue eyes entirely focused on the increasingly nervous demon dog before her.

She was fidgeting, her hands wringing before her, usually by now the other woman would have put her hands in her jacket pockets, but since they were at dance practice, she was dressed in significantly less clothing.
But Bae waits patiently, leaning more weight on one foot as she does, content to wait until her kouhai has figured out what it is she wants to say. 

Finally, large blue eyes peer into her own, “Bae-senpai…”

“Yesss?” Bae rocks forward, inadvertently leaning into the demon dog’s space.

“C-could I bother you for…, for a kiss?”

Rat ears swivel and twitch atop her head, her body going rigid, sure, surely, she misheard.
“Whut?!”

Fuzzy ears flatten back, her face turns as pink as her hair, but she doesn’t back down, raising her chin and asking again, “Could I get a kiss from you Bae-senpai?”

“Wh-wh-why? Whut? Mococo, what?!” her voice rising in pitch, as the rat reels backwards, stumbling back into the wall behind her, mouth agape as she stares at the woman before her who’s still blushing but with a determined look on her face. 

Now though, Mococo is pouting, “Why not Bae-senpai?”

“Wh-why at all?” the rat fires back, finally regaining her composure, standing to her full height, even though…, Mococo is still taller than her.

“Um…,” she fidgeting again, looking down at her hands, “I…, I really admire you. You’re so good at dancing and singing! And…, I just…, thought, maybe, you could give me a kiss, for um…, luck! Yeah!”

Bae snorts, rolling her eyes, “Mococo…”

“Uhn?” she looks up at the rat with large blue eyes, absolutely doing that thing that dogs do with the whole ‘puppy dog eyes’.

She can’t believe it. It’s working, she’s about to give in.
With her tail swishing behind her and her ears flattened back against her head, Bae finally sighs and mutters, “Fine. Fine, come here.”

“Uhn!” Mococo’s tail wags happily and she closes the distance between them, making the rat realize just how much taller Mococo is, it’s only six centimeters, but right now…, it feels like a lot more.

Bae frowns but very gently reaches up to those still burning cheeks, tilting Mococo’s face to an appropriate angle before leaning in close, feeling the way Mococo’s breath grows shallower the closer she gets. Mococo’s blue eyes have already fallen closed, Bae leans in closer, her lips mere centimeters away from Mococo’s now. She forces herself to relax, closing her own eyes, her lips finally meet Mococo’s.
They’re soft, warm, the noise of Mococo’s furiously wagging tail makes her ears twitch toward the sound. Mococo’s lips press against her own, it’s…, pleasant, better than she had expected it to be, not that she would tell the demon dog that. 

Leaning away, straightening back up and in her own space now, blue eyes open again, revealing a still blushing Mococo.
“Good now?”

“Uhn!” that tail is still wagging, blue eyes shining bright in the lights of the dance studio. 

“Good,” Bae mutters, averting her eyes, acutely aware of her own cheeks burning now. 

“Thanks Bae-senpai!” Mococo grins.

“Yeah of course,” Bae mutters again, still averting her eyes, starting to walk away, her ears twitching.

“Bau bau!” Mococo calls over her shoulder as she dashes away, no doubt rejoining her sister. 

Bae’s face is still burning as she walks over to her bag which is on the floor across the room, unfortunately, IRyS is next to her bag with a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Don’t,” Bae snaps, snatching up her bag and slinging it across her shoulder.

“I didn’t know you liked Mococo like thaaaaat!” IRyS teases, falling into step with the rat as she leaves the dance studio.

“Shut up.”

“Sooooo, was it ‘cause of the tier list?”

“Of course it was,” the rat snaps again, her face heating again, tail lashing behind her as she tries to walk faster, but of course, IRyS has no trouble keeping pace.

“Awwwww Bae!” 

“Please shut up IRyS,” Bae mutters, hanging her head as they walk to the train station.

IRyS laughs again, but doesn’t press any further, smiling over at her friend and coworker.
“Buuuuuut,” the nephilim begins, leaning into Bae’s space, that familiar infuriating smile on her face.

And soon, another heated argument begins, as always.

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Liz sighs heavily, leaving the recording booth, pausing by the small table in the outer room to grab her last remaining water bottle, taking a long drink before it too, crumples and she tosses it into the nearly overflowing trashbin.
She stands straighter a moment, stretching from the slouched position she had sunken into over the last hour, feeling as her back muscles tighten further before finally loosening. 

At last, she’s done for the day. There was a lot to do, which really, she had none to blame but herself, there were so many interesting projects to be part of! Still, she was excited to be going home, she would get dinner, perhaps someone else would be around that she could eat with, that was always nice.
With a smile on her lips, the Scarlet Queen leaves the room, shutting the door softly behind her and bypassing the elevator, opting for the stairs despite her tiredness. Her shoes barely make a sound as she descends, having opted for her comfier sneakers that day since she knew she would be standing almost the entire time. Upon reaching the ground floor, red eyes sweep the room, despite the relative safety of the studio, it was a habit she couldn’t shake, always alert for any threats. 

Mococo was the only other person in the lobby, which had the taller woman relaxing as she crossed the floor, calling out to the other woman as she did, “Fuzzy one! How’s it going?”

Mococo looks up, looking unsure, but then her expression brightens, “Elizabeth!” her fuzzy tail is wagging happily behind her by the time Liz is roughly an arm’s length from her. 

“So, how have you been then?” she asks, unable to keep the fond note from her voice as she gazes down into blue eyes.

“Good! But…, um…,” and then those blue eyes seem sad, her tail ceases to wag and her fuzzy ears droop, the smile slipping from her face. 

“What is it luv?” Liz leans in closer, immediately ready to help in any way she can, she hates it when other people aren’t feeling the best.

Mococo’s face heats and she ducks her head, taking half of a step backwards, away from Liz, who frowns but doesn’t step any closer, waiting for Mococo to say whatever it is that has her so worked up.
“W-well…, you…, you saw the ‘kiss tier list’ didn’t you?”

“Well of course, it was quite hilarious really,” Liz even laughs again, recalling that she and Raora had been sorted into ‘A’ tier, while Mococo’s genmate, Nerissa had gotten into ‘S’ tier and her sister had been sorted into ‘D’ tier, while she sorted herself into ‘F’. 

If anything, Mococo’s face is burning even more brightly than before, still refusing to meet Liz’s eyes, she finally asks, “W-would you…, would you give me a kiss?”

Liz blinks a moment, her mouth falling open, staring at the pink demon guard dog. Unsure if she had truly heard her correctly.
“Y-you…, want me…, to…,” the queen splutters, utterly baffled, which seems to only be making things worse as Mococo takes an entire step backwards, her face as pink as the streaks in her hair, looking absolutely like she wished she hadn’t just asked such a question. 

“I-I mean, if that’s what the fuzzy one wants, of course I will!” Liz quickly says, forcing a smile onto her face, raising her hands in mock defeat. 

Mococo eyes her suspiciously for several moments, before her tail slowly starts to wag again and she asks, “R-really? Do…, Do you want to?”

“Of course!” Liz answers, striding over confidently, keenly aware of just how much taller than the younger twin she is.

Those fuzzy ears come up to about her nose, but the demon guard dog is nearly an entire head shorter than she is, meaning she has to look up to gaze into Liz’s red eyes.
“You’re not just saying that?” there’s a pout on those pale lips, a droop in those fuzzy ears still, her blue eyes just as sad as they had been a moment ago. 

“Of course not Mococo.”

Mococo is still frowning but she closes what little of the gap remains between them, peering up at Liz from beneath the fringe of her blond and pink hair, “Okae.”

Her heart is hammering in her chest, it’s got to be sheer luck that the flame on her chest hasn’t burst forth or become a different shade due to how nervous she is, but still, she is a Queen. She can do this very simple task, all she has to do, is lean down, get her face very close to Mococo’s and give her a quick peck, and then she’s done. It’s simple, easy. Something she’s done countless times with family members… Nothing to be worked up about.
Still, gazing down at Mococo’s expectant face, Liz’s own face starts to heat. She takes a deep breath to steady herself and before she can think too much harder about it, she gently cups Mococo’s cheek with on hand, before leaning in close to the opposite, pressing a quick peck to the still blazing cheek before straightening up and quickly removing her hand from Mococo’s warmed flesh.

“How’s that then?” Liz smiles, sure that the fuzzy one would be more than pleased with that. 

Mococo frowns, peering up at Liz with those large blue eyes, “I meant a proper kiss!” 

“A… wha…?” Liz frowns, though she knows perfectly well what the demon dog means. 

“You know…., on…, on the lips,” Mococo almost whispers, those blue eyes larger than ever, her ears tilted back against her head as she awaits Liz’s response.

“Mococo…,” Liz sighs, a blush rising to her cheeks.

“Just once, please Elizabeth?”

She’s looking at her again with that hopeful stare, that wagging fuzzy tail, and really, how can she deny her?
It’s simple isn’t it, she can’t. She could never deny any of the girls. Regardless of what they asked, she would do just about anything for them, all they had to do was ask.

So, once again, Liz gently cups Mococo’s burning cheek with one hand, carefully tilting her face up to her own.
“Are you sure about this?” Liz asks, gazing seriously into those familiar light blue eyes.

“Uhn!” Mococo replies without hesitation, those eyes seeming to shine, her tail wagging more fiercely behind her. 

Without further hesitation, Liz closes the gap between them, her warm lips meeting soft, pale. She lingers for several seconds, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of lips pressing back against her own. What feels like far too soon, but is probably more than sufficient, Liz finally straightens back, her hand once again, falling back to her side.

“And that time? Did that meet your requirements?” she tries to sound bemused, but it comes out perhaps a tiny bit breathless.

“Uhn!” Mococo nods again, tail wagging fiercely still, a grin on her lips.

“Good. Happy to help,” Liz smiles before turning on her heel and striding out of the studio, her face as red as her hair.
She would never admit just how nice it had felt to kiss the younger Abyssgard twin. 

“Nerissa is gonna be so jealous,” Mococo smiles to herself, watching Liz’s retreating back, admiring the way she stands so tall, so full of confidence.
She would definitely kiss the Scarlet Queen again, several more times, in fact. She hadn’t honestly expected the Great Exardian to go for it, it was such a silly little tier list. Could she really complain though? With a grin still on her lips, Mococo continues to make her way deeper into the studio, she was supposed to have met up with the rest of Advent several minutes ago, but she had also known that Liz would be finishing up shortly before their stream was scheduled to start, so she figured she could catch her before then. And she had. It really had been a great decision, even if it meant being a few minutes late.

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Checking her phone first thing in the morning, IRyS saw several messages from Bae, still sleepy, she swipes it open and stares confused for several seconds.

‘Bro’
‘I ranked higher than you!’
‘I know she said it was ‘Pero’ or whatever, but this is still fuckin’ hilarious’
‘Some of us are gonna tease her about it, I mean you gotta admit it was a pretty great stream idea’
‘You goin into the studio today?’

IRyS takes several seconds to truly comprehend what it is Bae is talking about. She scrolls up through the messages, finally seeing a clip and a screenshot, deciding on watching the clip first and turning up the volume on her phone.
Of course, it’s Pero talking, which everyone knows is just Mococo changing her voice.
She has to play the clip multiple times before she understands what’s happening. And then she scrolls back down to click on the screenshot, showing the finished tier list. 

‘Hahahaha. I had no idea she liked big boobs like that’
‘Oh definitely; I have to go here soon, I hope she’s there. I need to tease her.’

‘Enjoy! Tell me how she takes it! I might be in today’

IRyS sets her phone down and stretches luxuriously in her bed for a few seconds. What she had said to Bae was true, she had to go to the studio that day, it seemed there were always recordings to be done, plus she had a 3D stream that she was going to do at the studio later in the evening. 

Dressed comfortably in a long skirt and a blouse that hugged her figure, IRyS stuffs her phone into her purse and finally leaves her apartment. 

Upon reaching the studio, she sees the exact person she was hoping to, Mococo is standing by the elevators, waiting for one to come down. It’s kind of weird for her to be alone, but IRyS figures Fuwawa is probably upstairs somewhere. 

“Hey Mococo,” IRyS greets, striding over.

“Ueh?” fuzzy ears twitch before those blue eyes are on her.

“That was a great stream, the kiss tier list,” she smiles at the shorter woman.

Her cheeks flush immediately, and she looks away again, her ears angling backwards.

“Awwwww, are you embarrassed?” IRyS coos, leaning into the other woman’s space, sliding her slender arms around Mococo’s shoulders and hovering her face next to Mococo’s.

If possible, Mococo’s cheeks seem to burn hotter, and she squirms a little in IRyS’s loose embrace.
“N-noeh…, it wasn’t even me. It was Pero.”

IRyS laughs, tightening her hold a little, hugging Mococo to her chest and stepping in closer so that Mococo’s back is pressed fully against her.
“Oooooh, of course, it was never our precious fuzzy demon dog.”

Mococo squirms further in her grasp, twisting around so she’s facing IRyS now, large blue eyes staring up IRyS’s own heterochromatic eyes.
“It was Pero,” she pouts.

“So…, if I were to give you a kiss…, you wouldn’t want that?” IRyS asks, releasing her hold and taking a step back. 

Mococo’s face burns and she looks away, but she doesn’t protest right away, chewing on her bottom lip. 

“Well, you know, like I said, good job on the stream. I only saw a clip, but that was still a great idea. Something I think management would expect from me more than you,” IRyS laughs. 

She’s turned to walk away, ready to go down the hall to the recording booths when suddenly there’s a light grip on her wrist.
Half-turning back, she sees pleading blue eyes, and still pink cheeks.
Waiting a moment, but when the other woman doesn’t say anything IRyS asks, “What’s up?”

Mococo glances away, her fuzzy ears twitching, “C-can I have a kiss?”

IRyS fully turns around then, Mococo’s hand falling from her wrist.
“W-what?”

If possible, the shorter woman is blushing even brighter, still refusing to look IRyS in the eyes.
“I mean…, you said it was me, that made the tier list. So…, can…, can I have a kiss?”

“You actually want one?” IRyS asks, her own cheeks heating as she stares at the other woman whose tail is wagging slowly behind her.
There is no way this is actually happening, she has to be dreaming still. She didn’t actually wake up earlier, that conversation with Bae on Discord was just part of her dream and this too, was also just a really long, weirdly detailed dream. 

“Uhn!” the demon guard dog is finally looking at her full on, those blue eyes of hers seeming to shine as they peer up at her. 

Shit, how did she get into this? She’s going to lean in and just wake up right? She’s never kissed a coworker. Like not as something that wasn’t on stream or for a joke, because Mococo seems really serious about this. She’s blushing harder now, her face starting to ache, her eyes flick down to Mococo’s pale lips and now she’s actually considering it.
“O…okay,” she mutters, and before she can think better of it, she closes the distance between them, dipping down and pressing her lips to Mococo’s, inadvertently swallowing the small noise of surprise the other woman made.

She’s really unsure how long she’s supposed to do this, or even if Mococo had meant a kiss on the cheek. She really should have checked first, but she was doing this now, and that’s when she feels a soft pressure being returned.
A handful of seconds pass before she leans away again, straightening up, her face flushed still.

“H-how was that?” she asks shakily. 

It takes Mococo several seconds to answer, her face still flushed, her tail wagging, and her ears twitching nervously.
“Ummmm, it was…., different.”

“Eh?! What does that mean?” IRyS cries, her hands covering her face.

“I dunno. I mean…, I haven’t really kissed anyone before. You know? I mean, yeah Nerissa is always kissing me, but that’s all I really have to compare it to,” Mococo shrugs.

“So…., was I a better kisser than Nerissa?” IRyS asks, peering between her fingers.

Mococo hums, rocking in place, “I dunno if I would say either of you is better or worse. Just…, different.”

Well, at least she wasn’t terrible?
“W-well, yeah, thanks I guess?” IRyS laughs nervously before moving off down the hall, finally going to the recording studio. 

“Bau bau!” Mococo calls after her, sounding much more cheerful now.

Still blushing, IRyS just waves, not looking back. 

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Lying in bed, Kiara is scrolling through Shorts, as is typical, she comes across a recent clip from one of her coworkers streams. 

“Wuffians,” a familiar, if raspier voice plays from her phone’s speaker, a grin spreads across her face as she realizes which stream this is from.

Of course, it’s Mococo acting as as Pero, and this specific clip, is debating how she would taste if she was kissed. To her surprise, she’s ranked rather highly in A-tier. She finds a few other clips which show the completed tier list and she can’t help but laugh, a grin on her face before she finally puts her phone down and rolls over in her bed, thinking about how she could potentially use this newly gathered information. Teasing Mococo is an absolute great time, this new stream, which is at least a day old, would be perfect. Maybe she could even get that kiss. Giggling to herself, Kiara snuggles deeper into her blankets, a loose plan forming before she falls asleep. 

The next day is actually a studio day, so after dressing and fixing her hair into a high ponytail, Kiara leaves her temporary apartment and catches a taxi over to the studio.
Walking into the first floor lobby, a smile lifting her lips a purple eyes fall on the exact person she was hoping to see. And even better, they’re alone.

“Oh Mococo,” she sing-songs as she approaches the younger Abyssgard twin, arms loosely wrapping around slender shoulders and slumping down so their cheeks are almost touching.

“Whaet?” Mococo asks, her ears twitching as she shifts to glance at the phoenix, her cheeks heating as she notices the proximity of the other woman. 

Kiara only hums, her arms tightening almost imperceptibly, readjusting so her body is flush against Mococo’s back.

“K-Kiara-senpai?” Mococo’s voice has risen to a higher squeak, her tail wagging lowly between the two of them.

The phoenix lets go of the demon dog, still grinning, “A certain dog told me that you’d like a kiss from me.”

Mococo’s cheeks flush again, and she looks down, staring at the floor as her tail betrays her true feelings.
Kiara can’t help the laugh that escapes her, eyes roving over the blushing woman’s form, the pup isn’t wearing anything different than usual, her short white shorts with an oversized pink belt, her usual black and white crop top, and her usual black half-jacket.
“N-noeh! Pero was lying! He’s a liar! You can’t trust him!” her protests are just as adorable as she is, making the phoenix’s grin widen.

“Mmm…, well…, I don’t know if I believe you,” Kiara replies, stepping closer as the demon dog slowly backs up until her back hits the wall, the phoenix’s eyes flashing.

Those light blue eyes dart around, her tail swishing against the wall as she murmurs, “Ueh…”

Her right hand slams into the wall, too hard actually, it stings quite a bit, but Kiara leans in close effectively having kabedon-ed the shorter woman.
“I think your tail would indicate otherwise, no?”

“U-ueh…,” those ears droop, but her tail doesn’t stop its slow swishing against the wall, those blue eyes peering up at her, something flashing in them that Kiara can’t quite catch. 

Their faces are centimeters apart now, the phoenix having been unconsciously leaning closer, her eyes flick down to pale lips, “Give me a real answer Mococo…, do you want this?”

The briefest of hesitation before those blue eyes are squeezed shut as she says, “Uhn!” 

Before the phoenix really even registers the affirmative, warm lips are pressed against her own, the surprise she feels stunning her for several seconds, those lips starting to retreat before she realizes and chases those lips, reconnecting. She presses harder than the pup had, her free hand coming up to cup a blazing cheek as she presses Mococo’s head back against the wall, the now familiar sound of her tail against the wall swishing more furiously. A smile tugs at her lips, gently tilting Mococo’s face more upward, tilting her own head to the side, deepening their kiss. 

Several more seconds, perhaps even a full minute passes before they part, a satisfied smirk on the phoenix’s lips as Mococo’s face burns and she squeezes her eyes shut, unable to look her senpai in the eyes. 

“Was it as…, reviving, as you’d hoped it would be?” 

“Wh-whaet?!” Mococo squeaks, those blue eyes shooting open as she stares at Kiara, her face literally the same shade as the highlights of her hair. 

Kiara can’t answer, too busy doubling over as she laughs, hardly able to breathe. 

“That wasn’t Mococoeh!” the fuzzy one protests, her ears flat back against her head as she glares at the still laughing Kiara.

“Oh?” a sly smile as Kiara peers up at her kouhai, still bent over and clutching her stomach, “Then why did you agree to a kiss?”

Mococo blinks rapidly a confused expression on her adorable face.
“Ueh…, you-you’re my senpai…,” she mutters, looking away as she speaks, her tail no longer wagging. 

“Oooooh, so it was merely…, what do they call it…, senpai-tax?” Kiara is standing upright again, folding her arms across her chest as she stares down the blushing other woman.

“U-Uhn!” Mococo answers, though she doesn’t sound entirely sure of her answer. 

Kiara hums a moment, looking off to the side, thinking. Then, she’s closing the small distance between them again, two fingers beneath Mococo’s chin force the demon guard dog to look up into darkened purple eyes. 

“What if your senpai wanted something more… costly, for their tax?”

“Hoeh?” Mococo blinks at her, her ears once again drooping as she tries to figure out what it is that Kiara means. 

“What if…, I wanted more than a kiss?” her voice has dropped to a seductive purr, those purple eyes gazing into icy blue. 

Mococo’s face blazes again, her tail wagging furiously again even as she says, “Wh-whaet? K-Kiara-senpai…, wh-what do you mean?”

“I think you know what I mean,” Kiara returns, a smile curving her lips, her free hand very lightly ghosting over Mococo’s exposed stomach, making the demon guard dog reflexively lean into the touch, her blue eyes closing for the briefest of moments. 

Mococo swallows hard, forcing her eyes open again as she stares at Kiara.
“Wh…whaet?”

“You’re a smart girl Mococo,” Kiara replies, her palm now flush with the shorter woman’s stomach, achingly slowly moving upward, inching closer to the edge of her crop top. 

Mococo doesn’t reply as Kiara’s hand slowly starts to disappear up her shirt, their eyes still locked.
“I will stop if you don’t want this,” Kiara murmurs, stopping her hand’s ascent, finger tips inches from the shorter’s mid-chest. 

Those blue eyes are squeezed shut again, but Mococo doesn’t verbally protest, still though, Kiara removes her hand, instead, gripping the side of Mococo’s black jacket, staring at her until those blue eyes meet her own again.

“Might I leave you with one gift?” Kiara asks, tilting her head to the side.

“Wh-whaet kind of gift?” Mococo asks suspiciously, but her tail is wagging still.

“One… your jacket should hide,” Kiara shrugs. 

Curiosity wins out and Mococo nods her assent, “Uhn!”

Kiara’s grin is wolfish as she tilts Mococo’s head to the side before she’s leaned in even closer, inhaling Mococo’s scent as she nears her neck, opening her mouth before biting down hard on the pale, unmarked flesh. 

What can only be described as a surprised moan escapes the demon dog before she cuts off the sound, her tail going absolutely wild behind her as Kiara’s teeth easily sink into the flesh of her neck. Hands grip her forearms and the phoenix only stays a few more seconds before she’s pulling away, releasing the bite. Purple eyes look over the rapidly reddening mark with pride, seeing the indentation of her teeth in the fuzzy one’s neck.
“Mmm, your jacket should cover it…,” she murmurs, fingers coming up to gently touch the area around the mark.

Mococo squeaks softly instinctively pulling away, “Kiara!”

Purple eyes soften, meeting ice blue, “Did you not like that?”

“Th-that’s not it,” she blushes, averting her gaze. 

Kiara giggles and steps back, “Well, I’ll see you around Mococo.”

“Whaet?!” the demon dog squeaks, blue eyes wide as suddenly, Kiara is across the lobby, one hand raised in a wave as she goes about her business at the studio, leaving a stun-locked Mococo to stand there, wondering how she would explain the mark on her neck to her twin and the rest of Advent.

Internally she groans, cursing herself for her stupid stream idea, but also being incredibly pleased with herself as she had gotten so much from it at the same time. A kiss and a bite from Kiara.
With her tail wagging, Mococo finally goes back over to the elevator, pressing the button as her thoughts wander back to how Kiara had looked at her, had kissed her, and finally, had bitten her.
Tail still wagging furiously, Mococo steps into the elevator and presses the button for the floor she needs, self-consciously adjusting her jacket to hopefully hide the mark, even as she desperately wants to show it off with pride. Briefly, she wonders if Calli-senpai will be mad about it, but she shrugs, Calli has seemed really into Gigi lately, so…, maybe it’s fine? Probably.
With a smile, Mococo exits the elevator, thoughts of a certain phoenix filling her fuzzy brain.

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Raora had taken the middle seat of her couch, Kronii on one side and Mococo on the other. She had first pressed play on the movie before leaning back comfortably into the sofa, one hand resting on Kronii’s denim-clad thigh, her other hand absently reaching up to give Mococo head pats between her fuzzy ears, the demon dog relaxing against Raora’s side, blue eyes half-lidded as her attention is focused on the movie.
Kronii had been unsure of why the big cat had invited the demon dog, not that she disliked Mococo or anything like that, this was just supposed to be one of their…, ‘date nights’ so to speak, so upon arriving and being greeted by the younger twin, she was understandably confused, but when she tried to ask Raora, the panther had only smiled, her golden gaze flashing blue for a second. So of course the snake had accepted this change of plans, greeting the demon dog and going to the fridge to grab the usual drinks for the movie, asking Mococo what drink she also wanted. With the three drinks in hand, she had joined the other two in the living room, one eyebrow raised at seeing the spot Raora had chosen, but not commenting, only setting the drinks before their respective owners on the coffee table before taking her seat on the couch next to her girlfriend.
As the movie plays, Raora’s tail rests on the snake’s shoulder, distracting her. A smile that exposes her fangs has Kronii gently grasping said tail, drawing it closer to her. She strokes along the length of it, startling a mewl from Raora who blushes and covers her mouth, her eyes flashing at the taller woman who only smiles innocently, feeling the familiar bite of Raora’s nails in her thigh. Mococo though, seems completely oblivious, her blue gaze still on the screen, her own tail still on the couch. 

“Kronii,” Raora hisses, eyes narrowed. 

“Mm?” the snake replies, eyes brows raised, her hand not on Raora’s tail drifting down the big cat’s back to rest just above the base of her tail. 

“Basta,” it comes out as more of a whine than she had wanted, which only serves to egg the snake on more. 

A steady pressure on her lower back, long soft strokes of her tail, the further bite of nails into her thigh, Kronii turns her attention back to the movie, her tongue slipping from her mouth to scent the air, realizing perhaps too late that it’s likely Mococo will also notice the change.
A soft thump of her tail tells her all she needs to know, but she doesn’t stop, doesn’t look over. A low rumbling purr next to her is more than enough to keep the smile on her lips. 

A soft squeak has her looking down however, the pleasant sensation of Raora’s nails in her thigh having disappeared. 

What she sees is utterly surprising and takes her a few seconds to really understand what it is she’s seeing.
Mococo has climbed atop the big cat, her fuzzy tail wagging behind her, her blue eyes large as she gazes down at Raora with a serious expression. Her gaze dips a little further and she sees that Mococo’s customary short-shorts aren’t doing a very good job of hiding a certain appendage. She drags her knuckles along the small of Raora’s back, the big cat instinctively leaning back into the touch and away from the demon dog atop her, her eyes falling to half-lidded. 

“You smell really good Raora…,” Mococo mumbles, her ears angling toward the big cat as she stares down at her from her perch, tail still wagging. 

“Wh-what do you mean?” the cat answers, squirming beneath the other woman, very aware of Mococo in her lap. 

Mococo is silent, staring down at her, those light blue eyes darker than usual.

“Y-you know…, the reason I had invited you…,” Raora begins, before she’s cut off, Mococo’s lips crashing into hers, those small hands groping her chest at the same instant, and then Kronii makes her move too, a firm grip on the base of her tail, a tug with just enough force to have her gasping. 

Kronii has her chin resting on Raora’s shoulder, stroking her lower back with a couple of fingers, her other hand still stroking that large fluffy tail, Mococo gazing down at Raora with those darkened blue eyes.
“Cats shouldn’t tease dogs Rara,” Mococo murmurs, her hands still holding the big cat’s chest. 

Defiant as always, Raora shoots back, “What are you gonna do about it huh?”

Mococo laughs, leaning back a moment as Kronii just watches lazily, her tongue slipping out of her mouth again, but then Mococo is kissing the big cat a second time, one hand traveling up to her throat, her other hand finding the edge of Raora’s shirt. Raora leans into the hand at her throat, her hands finally coming up to help hold the pup atop her, hands resting on the smaller’s waist. Kronii shifts to the side, already taking off her own shirt, not wanting it to get dirty in what will surely be a very messy, not to mention fun, time. 

Kronii gets up, leaving the warmth of the big cat to instead drape herself across Mococo’s back, her chin over the shorter’s shoulder, hands resting atop Raora’s on the pup’s waist.
“What would you like to do, dear pup?”

A twitch of her ears and tail, leaning away from the woman beneath her to press back into the one behind.
“I think you know Kronii-senpai.”

“How can we expect the cat to understand if we don’t spell it out for her?”

Cold hands travel up pale sides, a light caress of that perpetually exposed stomach, before slender fingers are slipping beneath that crop top.
Mococo whines softly, body arching to chase those hands, relaxing into Kronii as Raora watches them with wide golden eyes. 

Her hands drift back down, one pausing at Mococo’s stomach, the other reaching for that pink belt. Blue eyes trained on that barely contained tent within white shorts, Raora’s eyes drop to follow Kronii’s hand, Mococo whining again. 

“This was my idea guys,” Raora whines, pouting up at them, momentarily distracted from Kronii’s hands. 

“Then show our poor pup what you wanted~,” Kronii purrs, the snap on Mococo’s shorts coming undone.

Raora purrs, her hands, significantly warmer, taking over as Kronii’s hands trace idle shapes on Mococo’s stomach, the pink haired woman now carefully peeling Mococo’s underwear from her erect cock. Mococo whines softly, one eye open as she watches as Raora is then bending over her, her mouth descending on the demon dog’s cock. Mococo moans lowly, relaxing further into Kronii, swiftly coming undone, but then Raora is pulling away, a thin trail of saliva connecting her to Mococo as she sits up again, golden gaze flashing blue for an instant as she looks up at the two women before her.
Mococo squirms in their grasp, her tip leaking already. 

“What would you like?” Kronii stands straighter, whispering into one of those fuzzy ears. 

“W-we should make the cat regret teasing us,” Mococo whines, her hips giving shallow bucks, arching into Kronii’s touch on her tummy and lower chest. 

“How?” a hand drifting lower, loosely gripping that still slick shaft, giving it a half-hearted pump. 

“B-Both, both of us,” Mococo grunts, bucking into Kronii’s hand, her blue eyes closing. 

“What do you think Raora?” those dark blue eyes land on the pretty kitty before her, those golden orbs tearing away from watching Kronii’s pale hand as it strokes the demon dog. 

“Mmm, yes.”

A few more strokes and then Mococo is whining at the lack of touch, Kronii releasing her and stepping back. Taking one of Mococo’s hands in hers, Kronii leads Mococo back to Raora’s bed room, glancing behind her to ensure that Raora is coming too. The big cat takes a moment, first discarding her own shirt and then her bra, pants, and underwear before she’s trotting after the other two, her tail swaying behind her as she hurries to catch up to them. 

Later, lying together, sweaty, exhausted, Raora purrs, holding the other two women closer to her, her tail snaking around Kronii’s leg as usual, the tip flicking in contentment.
Mococo snores softly, drooling just the tiniest bit, snuggled up close to Raora’s chest, her fuzzy ears twitching in her sleep and her tail lying still behind her. Kronii is equally exhausted but not yet asleep, lying with her face pressed into Raora’s neck.

“Was it everything you hoped?”

“Oh yes,” the cat replies, purring louder.

“Hah…, that stupid kiss tier list…,” Kronii murmurs, shaking her head, the truth of it having come out when both of them had been inside the big cat. 

“But it was fun, wasn’t it amore?” her ears twitch as she asks the question, shifting just enough so she can look into those deep blue eyes. 

Kronii sighs.
“Of course it was.”

Raora purrs again, trailing her nails down Kronii’s back, the way the snake loves. A shiver and then she’s curling up closer again, she can’t fault Raora, she did enjoy her time.

“Just…, tell me…, next time.”

A purr is the only response, and exhausted, the snake falls asleep too, being sated and warm lulling her to a blissful slumber.

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When Kiara had said it would be worth it, this wasn’t exactly what the pinkette had in mind. Not that…, well, she wasn’t enjoying herself, but still. This had definitely not been on her list of expected outcomes. If it were anyone besides Kiara, she would have asked herself how she had allowed herself to be talked into this, but since it was…, she could do as the phoenix kept badgering her to and just enjoy it. 

She lurches forward as Mococo thrusts into her, that insistent feeling of the demon dog’s knot pressing against her, a low groan escaping her barely parted lips, red eyes cracked open, looking over at her girlfriend who is lying across the head of the bed, a smile on her lips.

“Such a good girl Cawwi,” Kiara teases, purple eyes alight with joy and arousal, those eyes missing nothing, appreciative of her girlfriend’s body. 

Calli can only groan in response, her cheeks burning, Mococo pulling out halfway or so before jamming herself back into the warmth that is Calli’s ass. Her own cock is pressed against the sheets, only half hard, but she doesn’t have the strength to readjust her positioning. 

“Are you okae?” Mococo leans across Calli’s back, her breath just barely tickling Calli’s ear. 

She blushes brighter, if possible, feeling Mococo’s chest against her back, so different from Kiara’s, her short but sharp nails digging into her hips, another difference from her girlfriend.
“Y-yeah. You’re good…”

Another thrust has Calli groaning louder, rocking forward, fists clenching the sheet tightly.
“Calli-senpai,” Mococo pants, one hand still holding Calli’s hip, the other reaching up her back and lightly trailing down with those sharp nails. 

“Hm?” Calli murmurs, gradually getting used to the feeling of Mococo inside of her, rocking back into each of her thrusts, increasingly aware of her knot which seems to be getting larger. 

“C-can I…, Can I knot you?” her voice is breathy, her thrusts more erratic, the nails in Calli’s back sharper.

Calli twists around as much as she can, staring into those hazy blue eyes, the panic clear on her face.
“A-absolutely not!”

Kiara is there then, kneeling on the bed next to the two of them, her hands somehow cooler than Calli’s burning face.
“Please?”

Her voice is like honey, the plea in her eyes, the coolness of her hands against burning cheeks. She doesn’t know why she says it, she can’t think straight, not with Mococo’s cock buried within her, not with Kiara holding her gently, gazing at her that way.
It’s with a groan and closing her eyes that Calli acquiesces.
“F-fine. Yes. Do it.”

The adorable squeal that Kiara lets out before she’s peppering Calli’s face with kisses, before finally capturing her lips, holding Calli close, the taller finally supporting her upper body with her hands, planting them on either side of Kiara’s legs, the taller still on her knees, dipping the mattress and thus giving Mococo a better angle to continue pounding into the woman before her. 

Kiara is smiling when she stops kissing Calli, those purple eyes locking with hazy blue, giving her a slight nod and the grin that Mococo flashes shows her sharp, little fangs. Her fuzzy tail is wagging faster after being given that permission, but then she’s holding Calli’s hips with bruising force, her thrusts becoming more forceful, shoving the woman beneath her practically into Kiara’s crotch, not that the phoenix minds, her hands threading into pink hair. 

Those red eyes meet hers, with a smile, Kiara leans back on her hands, spreading her legs for the reaper, each insistent thrust from Mococo driving Calli forward anyway.
Kiara’s groans fill the air too, Calli’s tongue dipping into her, her nose pressing hard against her clit as Mococo continues pounding away, groaning with the effort and pleasure. 

Calli can hardly think anymore, overwhelmed by the taste of Kiara on her tongue, the feeling of Mococo inside of her. She pants open-mouthed against her girlfriend, desperate for air, feeling the change as Kiara leans forward a moment, passing something to Mococo before her girlfriend is there again, peering down at her with darkened purple eyes. She leans back just enough to lap at Kiara’s clit, earning herself a firmer grip on her head, pressing her closer still as she feels a familiar cold sensation on her backside; Mococo is doubtlessly lubing up the rest of her cock.
Kiara whines as Calli withdraws for a moment, propping herself up on her elbows to take a few deep lungfuls of air, trying to mentally prepare herself for what Mococo is about to do, a quick glance back and she sees that Mococo is concentrating, staring down at her cock where it’s still half-buried into the reaper’s ass. 

“Are you ready?” Mococo’s voice is shaky, those ice blue eyes flitting up to meet Calli’s.

She takes a deep breath before turning to look up at Kiara who only smiles encouragingly.
“G-give me just a second,” Calli murmurs, adjusting her position to hook her arms beneath Kiara’s legs, tugging her closer, making the phoenix squeak, but she quickly readjusts her hands to lean back on them, gazing down at her beloved reaper as once again, she dives back into Kiara’s pussy. 

A thumbs up from Calli is what Mococo was waiting for, before she too, takes a deep breath, mentally preparing herself to do this. She knows she was given permission but still, her eyes flit up to Kiara but Kiara is focused on Calli, moaning softly and encouragingly. Her eyes drop down again, seeing her cock half-buried, the swollen knot near the base, she swallows hard and then she’s gripping Calli’s hips tightly again. A soft exhale and then she’s holding Calli still and slamming herself into the woman before her, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her knot finally pushes all the way in. 

Calli groans louder into Kiara, the sound muffled, and Mococo’s fuzzy ears twitch at the soft praise from the phoenix, her thrusts are much more shallow now, that familiar coiling in her lower abdomen building, she leans forward, draping herself across Calli’s back as she shallowly continues to thrust, chasing those feelings. 

“Fuck,” Calli all but sobs, her own cock leaking weakly onto the sheets as she cums first, her licks becoming faster and rapidly sending Kiara into her first orgasm too. 

Mococo’s nails dig into Calli’s shoulders as she drives her cock into the other woman, finally, also reaching her orgasm, weak thrusts ensuring she gets every drop into the woman beneath her.
Panting, tied, the three lie there, sweaty and sated. 

Mococo’s face and upper chest are the brightest pink, she buries her face in Calli’s naked back, unwilling to look at her senpai even after what they had all just done together, her knot slowly, too slowly, deflating. 

“Good girl Mococo,” Kiara murmurs, her hand coming up to give the demon dog head pats, right between those twitching fuzzy ears. 

Mococo whines softly, but leans into the touch.

“Good girl Calli,” Kiara smiles, her other hand softly stroking Calli’s head too, the reaper still sandwiched between the other two women, but with her face no longer pressed up into Kiara’s pussy. 

She doesn’t reply, only presses a kiss into Kiara’s thigh before lying her head back down. 

When Mococo finally withdraws, a mixture of cum and lube drips down Calli’s ass and thighs, making the fuzzy one blush and look away.
Kiara suddenly smiles and then she’s standing, leaving a confused Calli to try and twist around to watch her, Kiara motions for Mococo to go sit up near Calli’s head as she takes Mococo’s spot behind the reaper. 

“K-Kiara what…,” Calli starts but then she’s interrupted by the feeling of Kiara’s tongue on her thigh. 

She buries her face in the sheet as Kiara’s tongue continues its trail up her thigh and to her ass, the wet muscle lapping at her asshole which is still smeared with lube and cum. A groan escapes her lips as that tongue presses into her for just a few precious seconds before a very satisfied phoenix is climbing back up the bed, pulling Calli to her, back to chest. With a smile at Mococo, Kiara opens her arms, inviting the demon guard dog to join in the cuddle pile. Still blushing, her ears flattened, she does join them, curling up into Calli’s chest, the reaper holding the demon dog close as the phoenix wraps her arms around both of them. 

“Thanks for joining us Mococo,” Kiara smiles, pressing a soft kiss to one fuzzy ear. 

“Bau bau,” she mutters, muffled by Calli’s body. 

Calli only sighs, not adding to their conversation, desperately trying to figure how she had let Kiara convince her that doing this had been a good idea. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed herself, her cheeks flaming as she thinks this, but still. She loved her though. Really.

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Shiori can only sigh, really, she should be used to this by now. Mococo’s bewildered face though is making it a little difficult. There isn’t a doubt in her mind that Mococo’s sensitive nose can tell that the raven is extremely excited. However the fuzzy one’s ears are tilted backwards, her tail is wagging but its low and slow, her blue eyes suspicious as she looks between them, but those eyes linger on the long t-shirt the raven demon is wearing, doubtless noticing that she isn’t wearing anything else. She herself however, is dressed in her usual crop top and shorts with her usual loose belt around her waist, her collar in place as usual. As for the archiver, she’s also dressed in her sleep wear, long black pyjama pants and a loose fitting white t-shirt with a black eye on it. She wonders what it was that Nerissa had said to lure the fuzzy pup to their bedroom. 

She doesn’t have long to wonder though as Nerissa is holding onto one of Mococo’s hands with both of hers, a pleading tone spilling from her lips, “Moco-chaaan, we just wanted to talk to you about the kiss tier list.”

Mococo’s cheeks burn and she looks away, “I had nothing to do with that haeh.”

“Moco-chan,” Nerissa’s voice has dipped to that sultry tone, she’s taken a step towards the demon dog, nearly trapping the poor woman between herself and the door behind her. 

“Ueh?” those blue eyes flick up to meet wine red, fuzzy ears twitching.

“You ranked Shiori and I quite highly, what would you say to finding out what it would be like to get kissed?”

“I had nothing to do with it!” Mococo protests, her back colliding with the door as she tries and fails to escape. 

Oh Mococo. 

Shiori only watches as Nerissa leans in closer, surely their faces must nearly be touching but she can’t be sure from where she sits on their bed. 

“What do you say Moco-chan?”

Those blue eyes are closed, but Nerissa saw the way her tail started to wag and she chances a glance back at her girlfriend on the bed.
A sigh escapes the archiver before she stands from her spot, striding over to lean against the wall beside Mococo, effectively trapping the poor dog. 

“We’ll stop if you’re uncomfortable of course.”

Those baby blue eyes are looking at her now and she can feel the thudding in her chest, if her heart still beat the way it should it would have been thudding at twice the speed of usual. She could understand why Rissa was so taken with the fuzzy one. 

“You can tell us to stop,” Shiori murmurs, her gaze dipping to those pale lips. 

Mococo whines, looking between the two women before her, her ears twitching, tail trying desperately not to wag.

“We’ll be gentle Moco-chan,” Nerissa simpers, smiling, leaning in even closer. 

“Not fair,” the fuzzy one mutters, looking away from both of them, staring instead at the floor. 

Nerissa giggles and Shiori can only smile, Mococo folded so easily. Just as the archiver knew she would.
The taller demon is gentle, just as she said she would be, tilting Mococo’s chin up so their eyes meet. Those pale cheeks are flushed pink again, but she doesn’t try to squirm away this time, seeming almost defiant in her stare. 

They start simply enough honestly.
Nerissa darting in close, her lips capturing Mococo’s, the fuzzy one’s tail wagging fiercely against the door. 

She’s giggling again as she pulls away, those wine red eyes gazing over at her girlfriend.

Mococo looks dazed to be honest, Shiori sympathizes of course, Nerissa tends to have that effect. Especially with the pup’s sensitive nose, it’s likely she’s a tad overwhelmed, those blue eyes of hers are a shade darker, half-lidded as they gaze up at Nerissa. 

“Mococo,” she whispers, her own tone dropping just enough, those fuzzy ears swiveling towards her voice, a slow turn of her head.

She leans in, still with one shoulder against the wall, stopping with plenty of space between them, “Are you sure you want this?”

The pink demon dog doesn’t hesitate, “Uhn!”

A smile curves the archiver’s lips before she has them gently pressed against Mococo’s, savoring the taste, the feeling, all of it really. She really understands now. She had guessed, of course, but this was truly on another level. She straightens up, observing her pup again, seeing the still slightly dazed expression, the way her cheeks were flushed, the rasp of her tail against the door.
Why was Nerissa always right? Wasn’t that supposed to be her job?

It doesn’t matter, not really, together the two take their fuzzy pup by the hand and guide her to their bed. Treating her to a gentle night of kissing, orgasms, and snuggling.
Honestly, Mococo is far too cute.

Lying with them after, both of them soundly sleeping, leaving her awake as was often the case, she can only gaze down at them, taking in the faint marks of all they had done. A smile graces her lips. She really does love these two. To think this all began because of Mococo’s silly stream idea for a kiss tier list. She can’t help the shake of her head, if Mococo had really wanted, she could have simply asked everyone, chances were, with how cute she is, everyone would have agreed. Then again, this is Mococo; it was a better chance it was Fuwawa’s idea and Mococo had been pushed to implement it. Either way, if Mococo had been against it, she would have spoken up, it was rare for them to disagree, but it did happen. Shiori only sighs, readjusting in the bed, draping her arm across Mococo and Nerissa, hearing a soft, sleepy ‘bau bau’, a smile rising to her lips before she tries to actually sleep now. Their plan had been a success.