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Viola (girl with the silly hat), Ree (orange-yellowish dog girl) and Vera (puuurple haired girl) (c) Ketzio11 & Gothbunnyboy ^^
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Viola rested contently on her cousin, Vera’s, living room’s loveseat in a cross-legged sit. Her backside sunk gradually into the plush cushions as she relaxed. On her lap was a plate almost decorated with perfectly congruently cut churros that she and her aunt, Vera’s mother, had homemade.
She eagerly chewed on one – exaggeratedly sighing with every new bite. It was still warm and delightfully spiced with sugar and cinnamon that made it sparkle like a rare jewel. Her napkin, hands and face also had the crystalline glitter of sugar that tumbled chaotically with each movement of her jaw.
Vera looked up at Viola from her phone and watched for a moment with a faux expression of horror and disgust. She would brush aside her purple, currently unkempt hair every time she took a gander at her little cousin and scoff loudly.
She was on the other couch with her feet lazily rested on heel atop the coffee table. The phone made some odd noise of notification, drawing Vera's ire away and, within moments, her disdain for her cousin's messy eating was out of her mind completely as she giggled quietly at the texts she received.
"Oy, Vera, who are you texting?" Viola asked with a little smile.
"None of your business!" Vera snapped.
"Oh. Okay." Viola overheard Vera talking to herself about some boy. She didn't know much about it yet, though.
The television, a fancy and massively screened behemoth, piped in cartoons and sound which Viola sat; transfixed with joy. They were alone again because Vera's mother left only twenty minutes or so beforehand and her father was either dead or engaged in some tedious matter of work trip, either one was time-consuming, thus leaving Vera to play babysitter for her incapable little coyote cousin.
She let out another exaggerated sigh while tossing her shoulders back and looking up at the cartoons that enthralled Viola. What appeared to be a very stupid object was talking to another stupid object about a very stupid thing. Vera surmised that this cartoon was to blame for Viola's sometimes-bizarre-and-vacant-headed behavior rather than her brain damage and past trauma. Either way this garbage had to be stopped. Vera could feel her own mind becoming a paste of brainy goo.
"We aren't watching this anymore, it's stupid!" Vera exclaimed a moment before snatching up the remote from beside her feet. “It’s rotting your brain.”
"Aww," Viola sighed in defeat; letting her ears timidly droop. "Okay, mi prima."
Paying almost no mind to anything, Vera quickly dashed up the channels in a fury of fast taps. The highest numbers -- the premium subscriber channels -- were the only thing of any value to her. Here, they actually showed recent stuff; no bloated commercials, no unwanted cutting or bleeps for swears or the occasional nipple.
As Vera drifted from station to station, perusing the descriptions on the footer, Viola began to fiddle with the cushion. She curiously pawed in hopes of finding change or even a toy. She did not expect much. Her fingers brushed with sand-like crumbs and dust bunnies until she came across an object. At first she thought it was a small remote, given its flat rectangular shape and plastic-like texture. That wouldn't have made sense though, since Vera had the only remote in her hand.
Viola fished the object up from the deep, dark couch-depths and looked it over just to find out that it was a thin black phone. The phone was turned off and she assumed it would have no battery left but curiosity had gotten the better of her. She eagerly smashed a finger down on the green caller button and, surprisingly, it sprung to life.
Vera hadn't noticed because she privately debated with herself between watching a show about vampires that write in blood journals or a show about a game involving rosebush vines. Viola looked at the phone’s display and, fortunately or unfortunately, noticed a photo book icon. Never one to avoid the opportunity for fun, she pointed the camera at the unaware Vera and opened the application.
Viola thought to herself that this image would be infamous for it being Vera without her hair done and she giggled to herself. She, however, was startled that instead of a camera it brought up a folder of images. Viola palmed her forehead lightly; photo book and camera seemed synonymous to her all the time, she couldn’t help it.
The images were mainly of Vera undressing it and all captured from the angle of the loveseat her rear end rested on right at this moment. Viola specifically noted that Vera's hair was slightly different, making these pictures easily a month or two old. She smiled proudly. 'How cool is that,' she thought. 'This phone is still charged after a couple of months.'
After about ten pictures, Vera was naked, with all of her naughtiness exposed. Viola blushed shyly -- not fully comprehending the severity of what she was looking at but she still silently flicked to the next picture. It revealed a muscular, grayish wolf and her beloved older cousin. He was shirtless and licking Vera's nipple.
“Huh... that’s weird.” She obliviously thought as she continued to the next picture. It was another picture of Vera having her breasts sucked... then another... then one of it being bitten gently.
"What's that you’re looking at?" Vera asked as she glanced over at her little cousin holding a tiny, dark object. Viola was never one to just stop talking for more than 1 minute at a time.
Viola almost flew out of her fur; dropping the phone as she jumped in startled shyness. "Neh? Wha?" She asked; trying to conceal breathlessness. "It's a... ph-phone I found in the couch, prima..."
She was trembling now. Vera only looked at her with her eyebrow raised when something was wrong. It must have been something that would possibly get her a room-imprisonment for the rest of the night.
"A phone?" Vera asked; cocking her head slightly before leaning forward to pick it up off the carpet.
"Yes... it still works and there are pictures on it and s-stuff. ¿Es malo?" Viola squeaked; finally staving off her nervous shyness. If she acted calm and was honest then maybe Vera would not get super mad.
Vera went pale as a ghost when she saw the phone. Her heart sunk as rage, sorrow and regret built inside of her.
"Viola, h-how--"
Viola smiled sweetly "It's okay, if someone ‘es tu amor’, you’re supposed to get naked for them, even though it's a secret, that's the adult thing isn't it?"
Vera was at a loss for words. Her mouth hung agape; dumbfounded at Viola’s matter-of-fact response. "But!" Viola closed her eye and made a zip-up gesture with her mouth. "I won't tell! I am a good girl."
"Uhhhh..." Vera was stunned; completely unable to do anything but gulp loudly.
"Well that's what you’re supposed to do if you’re in love and stuff, you get naked with the person and look at each other... buuuut... why was that guy licking your booby, prima?"
"Viola..."
"Is that sex?" Viola raised an eyebrow.
"Viola..."
"¿Qué?"
"It's like a kiss.... only a very special kiss, that you should only ever do with a very special person... privately, AND ONLY WHEN YOU’RE OLDER!" Vera almost forgot to add that last little tidbit.
"So, like, my best friend or something?" Viola asked eagerly, her non-patched eye lighting up as she had little fantasies of doing that to her window-intruder-friend, Ree.
"No, like a boy... a special boy," Vera said sternly
"Oh." Viola lowered her gaze to her feet; almost hurt in her sudden loss of possible fantasies. She really didn't like boys all that much but didn't know how to express it. She chewed on her lip for a second and then found Vera's eyes again. "Does that mean that one boy you like kisses your tits?" she asked bluntly.
She referred to the boy Vera had been obsessing over for the past few weeks.
"GAH!” Vera winded back to slap her stupid little cousin... but stopped herself when she thought of the consequences. Dammit. “Firstly don't call them 'tits'! Only sleazy jerks say that."
"Sorry..."
"WHATEVER! And no... me and Hunter are just friends..." Vera said with a forceful clearing of her throat.
That's what his name was. Viola completely forgot.
"You sure seem to talk to him a lot... do you want him to kiss your booby?" Viola asked earnestly as she leaned forward a bit.
"Just... go to your room... I'll order a pizza." Vera put a finger to her temple and rubbed it around. "In fact! I'll even get that weird pineapple artichoke one you love if you promise to never bring any of this up again... to anyone... ever..."
Viola nodded with all of the force her little neck could exert. "Deal! but..." she bit her lip as she thought of the proper way to word her next question.
"What is it?" Vera felt very uncomfortable staying in this conversation with her ditzy little cousin. It was, for lack of a better word, extremely awkward.
"Well... does it have to be a boy? A person who you kiss like that? Can it be a--" Viola sheepishly stared at the little churro crumbs on the carpet.
"Okay, firstly, you don't kiss a boy’s chest like that. That's weird. Secondly, I told you not to bring this up again, that is, unless you don’t want your weird-ass pizza."
"That's not wh--" Viola stopped as Vera's brow furrowed even more. "I'm sorry, Vera!"
Viola almost squealed in her appeasement before collecting the rest of her churros and taking them to her room.
Vera, watching for the very moment Viola was out of sight, quickly darted off to the sink to "drown" the evidence before making a call to Pizza-Rotti.
~
"I don't get it," Viola pouted; plopping down on her bed next to Patches, her stuffed rabbit doll. Even with her plate of churros, she still found it necessary to whip out her thinking-newtons. Fig Newtons to be more precise. Her imagination ran wild as she seemed to consciously be thinking about breasts for the first time in a sexual manner. "Patches, shut your eyes.... I gotta try something."
Patches did nothing.
"Dumb bunny!" She scolded as she booped his nose and flipped him around to stare at the wall.
In an instant, her shirt came up and off in a nice little pile on her bed. She was simply topless and still sporting her weird beanie and pajama pants.
“There!” she triumphantly posed topless. “Now you can turn around!”
Patches did nothing.
“Dumb bunny!” she manually flipped him back around to face her. She let him go, took a deep breath, and struck an inept pose. “How do I looook?”
Patches said nothing.
“No bueno, huh...” she pouted. “...si, I’d be quiet too.” She shuffled around in place for a moment before her face, at least from Patches’ point of view, became as red as a beetroot. “Hey, Patches?”
Patches did not respond.
“Would you mind if I uh...” she tightened her lips as if she had sucked on something sour. “...licked your nipples?”
Gravity caused Patches to slouch over to the right and Viola took that as a “yes indeedy”.
Excitedly, she picked up the little doll and slowly closed the distance between her tongue and the blank fluffy material. As soon as the two made contact, she immediately forced her face away and sputtered. “Ew! Ewewewewew!” she spat and coughed. “¡Asqueroso! Why do you taste so gross?!”
If Patches had a consciousness or a voice, he would’ve probably said “because I’m probably as old as you are”.
Her brain raced as she tried to think of anything else that would relieve her of this weird satiable sensation she was feeling. Maybe she could be the receiver and see how it feels... or something. In a frenzy of stupid, she searched her room for anything that could emulate a mouth; pressing her chest against jackets, toys, and even her own chair, yet nothing seemed to stimulate her.
Nearly defeated, the poor confused coyote sat down with her one eye downcast. Suddenly, something on the floor caught her attention. Her case of Fig Newtons crinkled as she bent over to pick up this object. It was fur lotion. She swooped up the lotion that she had been using to prevent her fur from clumping in the badly scarred parts of her body. It has always made her fur extra soft and silky right after she used it and made her skin all tingly, so it was worth a shot.
With a loud slapping sound, she filled her cupped paw with thick lotion. She took a breath and begin to lather her chest; shuddering at the clammy wet slop of gel. It had a faintly chemical smell that lingered but she had gotten used to it a long time ago.
She started to feel foolish and misled. Vera was wrong, there was nothing really that special about boobs when--
Her knees tapped together, as she begin to specifically become sensitive on her nipples. She could feel them stiff to her touch, her body was even shuddering involuntarily. She whimpered in joy as she lied back to take advantage of this new feeling. She giggled at her own reactions and wiggled around while rubbing her chest to extend this odd new form of excitement, losing all track of time. Woo! This was fun.
It was no shock that, when Vera finally did walk in to tell her the pizza had arrived, that she found a half naked Viola reaching her hands under the front end of her pajama pants; pawing off in a thick film of medical lotion.
Viola jumped in shock; looking like a critter caught in front of a car’s headlights about to be ran down.
In a very calm and collective manner, Vera tried to disregard what she just saw and slammed the door; walking awkwardly to the living room.
"Vera!" Viola squealed as she grabbed her nighttime shirt and ran outside of her room as it fell over her body. "Vera, please, I-"
"Viola... wash up... wash your hands or whatever... just... pizza’s here." Vera's glazed eyes told a story in itself.
"I'm sorry! I’m sorry! Please don't take away the pizza, pleaaaaase?" She pleaded as tears began to pour out of her one good eye. "Please, Vera, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... don't tell your mommy, please... I don't want to be kicked out... I like it here... please, Vera!"
"Viola!" Vera interjected into Viola’s stuttering pleas. "It's fine, you’re not in trouble, but I never want to walk into you fingering yourself or anything fucking gross like that EVER again!"
"Yes, thank you Vera, I'm sorry" she wiped up her tears and grabbed Vera's hand. Vera recoiled in horror as she could feel warm moisture on her young cousins fingers.
"CLEAN YOURSELF UP, DAMMIT!"
~
After the awkward moment of Vera observing in horror as Viola massacred her 2 slices of pizza, the little coyote trotted along to her room and immediately, as always, went straight for her stash of Fig Newtons. She had forgotten about those churros already.
She was very grateful for Vera’s mercy in catching her doing an obvious bad thing, but thoughts of laying low for a while and trying to get on Vera’s good side faded away all in an instant when she heard that all-too-familiar triple knock at her window.
“Ree!” Viola jumped for joy and rushed to her window to open it for her friend to climb inside. Clumsily, of course, Ree plopped on her back with the accumulation of bush leaves on her fur dropping along with her.
“Ree! Ree! Ree!” Viola bounced in place and, before her odd friend could even say a word, Viola interjected with: “Want to try something with me? I think you’d like it!”
“Ree thinks it could be fun,” Ree swiped at the loose leaves on her jacket’s forearm but stopped as her nose began to work like a dog’s should. “Wazzat smell? It smells like poison.”
Viola took a second to think about that. Was there just some poison leak in her r—OH! “That’s just my lotion, silly!”
“Vi-vi’s lotion is made of poison?” Ree looked a little too excited with that observation.
“Forget the lotion!” Viola grabbed at Ree’s shirt and jacket collectively and started to pull it up but, for whatever reason, stopped when the bundle of fabric forced Ree’s arms upward and stopped halfway on her elbows. “Aaaaand there we go!”
Ree stood there in awkward silence lacking her top covers. “Vi-vi is acting strange tonight.” Ree crossed her arms. “Ree likes it! So! What was the fun thing? Ree must know!”
"Good! Good!" Viola hopped up and down with joy. "But first! We need to clean you up!"
"Uugh. Ree doesn't wanna. Ree is already clean."
Viola, skeptical, leaned in to sniff at Ree. "Huh. You're right." Viola booped Ree's nose happily.
"Ree fell in water." she nodded; proud of herself. "Ree hates water. But this was cool because Ree did a front flip into a river. TELL REE WHAT THE FUN GAME IS NOW!"
"Okay, okay! I will tell you!" Viola giggled; always charmed by the cryptic things Ree said.
~~
Good thing Vera made it perfectly clear that she never wanted to walk in on Viola doing anything weird ever again. It’s also a good thing that Vera went to the bathroom a few minutes later just to realize that she was missing her hairbrush.
Of course, her first thought was her little cousin stealing it.