Chapter 6: Aches, of Tummy and Heart
 
If someone asked Mitsy Lune what she liked to do in her daily life, the answer may put many questions in the common people’s mind.
 
Then again, Mitsy cared not for the opinions of others as she was one that preferred to be quite ‘simple’ with her own interests. One of these simple interests being… prey on the same dummy that didn’t take the right precautions to ‘avoid’ her.
 
It wasn’t like she was detestable in her own way and her kindergarten outfit tended to deceive most over her real age. So, as the horse anthro that she had spotted from afar recognized her from two-three previous instances of having his own balls drained strongly, it was already too late.
 
She sat beside him, gave him a hungry look and, the next moment, she was jumping up and down his mighty length. Now, had she been a mere child, that would have been a big issue. That was a girthy-enough shaft to rearrange some guts with the way Mitsy liked to be rough with it. Hence why her current circumstances allowed her to ‘stomach it better’.
 
Still, the stimulation of super-tightness was insane enough to make it all worth it. Well, mostly worth it as the aftermath was filled with two reasonable regrets: 1) the feeling of a rather bloated womb being preserved by a dildo sealing off her pussy until she made it back home to not spill any ‘troublesome proof’ around and 2) the way her legs were quite sore after going at that pounding for so long and so strongly.
 
Walking by the wall, using it as a crutch to make it back home, she eventually found it tedious to cross the road. Her eyes narrowed cutely at the obstacle, but… luck was on her side. Sorta.
 
“Oh, if it isn’t Mitsy.”
 
The voice was familiar in a good way, cracking her annoyed look as she beamed at the source of it.
 
“Johnny! How are you? I didn’t see you.”
 
Crap, he better not notice how ‘fatter’ I am right now.
 
“Well, that’s because I was walking behind you. Saw struggling a bit, is everything alright?”
 
“I…” Mitsy hesitated for a moment, being unable to think of a quick reasoning.
 
“...Do you have a stomach ache?” He guessed and the unikitty nodded.
 
“Y-Yes. It’s just that I went out for some apple juice and my tummy didn’t like it. C-Can you please… you know.”
 
Crouching a bit, the human spreaded his arms to her. Soon she was being carried through and back home.
 
“You are a lifesaver, Johnny,” The girl beamed blissfully.
 
The pressure of walking around with the dildo shifting within her to keep all that sweet gunk inside was… well, now easier to handle as she was no longer walking.
 
“Glad to hear that, Mitsy. But next time you should not eat or drink anything you can tell can leave you like this. You’re smart cookie, so I am not going to chide you but-”
 
“I pinky-promise you that I will be more judicious of what I do with my tummy, Johnny!”
 
As much as she wanted to also think ‘sike’, Mitsy knew that the fun can be great until you end up in that situation. She overdid it, and now that the post-nut clarity had her fully swayed upon the case of moderation, it was time for her to enjoy the one thing she really could enjoy for hours.
 
Snuggling with someone like Johnny. Ever since her big brother started to get busy with his band, the unikitty had little chance to get that sweet taste of wholesome in her existence.
 
Sighing tiredly, her cheek was happily nuzzling against the young man’s chest while her gaze moved up to his face. He looked so focused and worried-  that was Johnny alright.
 
Despite that, Mitsy felt a bit ashamed of being in this spot. Here she could have been chattier, but she felt a degree of awkwardness at the fact that she was genuinely sore after that hard-core rough-fucking. Her brain just didn’t feel the urge to speak up at the moment.
 
The entire process was soothing despite the silence, and soon she was brought back home. Much to her delight, Damien was there as her big bro was the one that opened the door.
 
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the J to the B, but definitely not my B to the J.”
 
“Damn Damien,” John replied with equal memetic understanding. “Still, passing by to drop this little one as she got a bad case of tummy ache.”
 
The Ravyrn looked surprised, his wings twitching a moment as he glanced at Mitsy and Mitsy… shrugged.
 
“Duly noted, brother of smooth flesh. Give the corn-loving dum-dum to me.”
 
Rolling her eyes, Mitsy blinked as she was passed to her adoptive brother.
 
“So, with that done-”
 
“You need to go, yeah. Just remember to come by tomorrow for our Doom session- there’s this chick you have to meet.”
 
A loud sigh came from Johnny, and Mitsy was tempted to mimic that too. It wasn’t like John didn’t want to look into this business, but he had been told this many times by Damien again.
 
“Bro, just trust me. This one has to be the one- literally one of the best girlfriend-material for someone like you.”
 
“...I will be there, as usual,” John assured, with Damien beaming at this.
 
“Neato. See you there then!”
 
John waved, the door closing as he left and… Damien turned to Mitsy as he took her to the bathroom.
 
“Seriously, I thought we had gone through this already, honey.”
 
A loud huff erupted from the girl’s pretty lips. “Big Bro, you know me. If I am hungry, I need to drink.”
 
Damien snorted, settling her to the toilet before leaving so she could handle it.
 
“By the way, don’t try to cause any issues with this one. She is a good catch.”
 
Ugh, it’s not like I am actively creating problems for the bitches you bring, silly big bro.
 
In fact, Johnny owed her huge time for some of the close calls he got to face in the last few efforts from Damien to hook him with girls that he met through the same passion for music. Sure, some looked ‘clean’, but Mitsy was no slacker in protecting those that gave her the cuddles from getting lewded into ruin.
 
So, after she was done unplugging the dildo, spilling the cock-milk into the drain and then got herself a nice bath to burn away the awkward bride-carry she went through… yeah, she was going to see if this skank was any better  than the rest.
 
At this point, it would be easier for Damien to just hurl himself at John rather than play the shitty matchmaker…
 
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Rambi was a girl with a plan.
 
Some may think this was a very common phrase to use, but in this situation. Oh no, the goat girl had a plot alright. And one that revolved around the subject of her deep obsession.
 
John Bukharin, the ‘element of wholesomeness’ in this part of the macroverse and someone that she had to have as her lover. Some may think this was the fruit of a lucky meeting, but the truth was different.
 
The first time she met the young man was where she got intrigued. One thing that Rambi loves to do with new people is test out the various personalities from other universes’ versions of those.
 
John was… unique. Especially when she had been headpatted by roughly 8 out of 10 Johns she encountered. The other two tried to kill her which… in truth, was caused by her coming to them a bit too strongly about getting pampered.
 
And that powerful exchange was so life-changing that Rambi couldn’t help but be possessive of the young man. Such a delectable fellow, a kind soul that can bang but never her in her kiddy form.
 
Oh no, it had to be in her real form.
 
Taller and yet slim, the feminine frame of hers was barely covered by her red jacket and tight hot pants. Rambi refused the need to put on a bra or even some panties, knowing this was going to be the perfect outfit to use when tackling her love problem.
 
It was part of it, however. A mere dress wouldn’t do. No, she had to hit John with something that was going to make him more malleable. It had to be true, however- so, no Love Potion for the occasion.
 
Oh no, the compound she had created was temporary, but it was meant to set him to be in his ‘more open’ mindset in regard to sexual activities. And the slight side-effect was also a tempting ‘addition’ to the count of kinky things that could come out of this.
 
She had to test it out a few times, the fiasco of the Coomer Cola still fresh in her mind as the mere thought had her grimace at the disastrous event. Hell, the fact Mitsy didn’t gut her when she recovered from that messy multi-orgasmic release was proof that mercy was feasible within the right timing and the proper hiding spot.
 
Chuckling, Rambi was sure this potion was perfected just enough to do the trick.
 
All she needed to do was to use it on the chocolate cream she had prepared for the delicious batch of Italian Cornetti, those made by her own hands through trial and errors to be the most delicious gifts possible.
 
Filled with love… and lust~.