Alas, another Halloween commission from the lovely
\n\t\t\t\t\tDianadoggoOriginally, I was going to have them dressed up as JoJos with Jack and Pat, but I realized that they probably don't watch the show. I just wonder how they got into the predicament they're in.
Apologies if there are any spelling or grammar errors, this was kind of rushed to get it out by today.
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"You’re leaving the house like that?"
"What? It’s perfectly legal. According to-”
"I know, I know," Andrew sighed. "The ruling in the court case of the People versus Santiago-"
"Santorelli," Perci corrected.
"-allow for women to appear topless in public as a man is able to with persecution."
The green-garmented goat was actually quite familiar with the court ruling thanks to the cleavage-toting canine. After all, she had used it to defend many of her underdressed escapades in the city, from pride parades to protests. However, 'walking to a friend's costume party' didn't seem like a particular reason to run around in an open vest that could easily leave her chest exposed from a gust of wind.
"Besides, everyone at the party has probably already seen my tits."
Okay, she wasn't wrong about that.
"Fine, but only because we're already running late."
And so, the pair left their apartment, stepping onto the sidewalk. The sidewalks were just as crowded as usual, but every now and then they'd catch a glimpse of a costumed stranger. Most of them were dressed up as superheroes or movie monsters, but there was also the occasional anime or video game character. While not the biggest consumer of such media, Perci nonetheless kept herself occupied, trying to figure out each costume she saw. Andrew was more focused on the vest wrapped around his girlfriend's midsection. For now, it kept her decent, but knowing the dog's devious disposition, she'd find any reason to disrobe if it was an option. Fortunately, she seemed preoccupied with her guessing game. The party was only six more blocks away. Hopefully, Perci would keep herself decent until they reached their destination.
"Holy shit! Dudes!" cried an androgynous voice from behind the couple.
Turning around, they were met by a snow leopard jogging towards them. Their fur was dyed cyan and their outfit consisted of a set of faux armor, a red oversized neckerchief, and a wig of messy, black hair.
"I can't believe I ran into you guys!"
The feline was completely unknown to the couple, but they couldn't say the same for their costume. It was no surprise that a hero like them would be excited to find the missing two thirds of their Dark World trio.
"Yo, look," he calmed down, pulling out his phone. "I know I just came out of nowhere screaming like a banshee, but if you're cool with it, I'd appreciate a photo OP. Pretty please?"
Perci turned to Andrew, "He did say pretty please."
"Then I guess we have no choice," the goat humored in response.
"Yes! Awesome! Thank you so much!"
The snow leopard quickly sidled up next to the duo and held out their phone.
"Alright, you two! Say 'Rude Buster!'"
An exclamation and a flash of the camera later, they had their picture.
"Sweet, thanks again fo-Oh!"
"Something wrong with the pic?" Andrew inquired.
"I, uh," the snow leopard stuttered, glancing between the two. "Why don't I just airdrop this to you, and you be the judge?"
Within a few clicks of their touchscreen, Andrew's phone dinged with a notification. He opened his phone and was met with the selfie they sent.
At a single glance, there was nothing out of place with the picture. However, scrutinizing the photo, Andrew eventually noticed Perci subtly lifting one of the flaps of her vest, revealing her right nipple.
"Oh!" he echoed.
"Yeah, I should probably delete this, should I?"
"Why though? It's a nice picture," Perci interrupted, drawing looks from both her boyfriend and the stranger.
"Well, you're not wrong, but I was kinda hoping I could show my friends."
"Do it! They'll love it!"
The snow leopard had to take a step back from her unexpected exclamation. They looked to her boyfriend for an exclamation, or perhaps permission.
"It's kind of her thing," he reluctantly admitted. "She likes the attention."
"And you're both cool with it? I mean, I've got a few friends who'd love this."
"Yeah, go nuts!" she encouraged.
With a shrug, the feline accepted their answer.
"All right, then. Thanks for the pic!" he shouted with a wave as he ran off.
Andrew could only sigh, "Couldn't help yourself, huh?"
"You didn't seem to mind. After all, they did offer to get rid of the picture. I didn't hear you say 'no.'"
"I had a feeling you might protest."
"Oh, bull," the canine countered. "Be honest with me. On some level, you find this just as exciting as I do."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Come on, Andrew," she cooed as she wrapped her arms around him. "Think about it, showing off how hot and sexy your girlfriend is, having everyone know how lucky you are to have her."
With each word, her hands slid down her lover's back, starting just below his shoulders and resting at his waist.
"Sure, everybody gets to me, but you are one of the every few people that actually gets to touch me!"
Suddenly, the deviant dog reached down and grabbed two handfuls of caprinae ass. However, as Perci's hands gripped into her acquisition, she couldn't help feel how thin the layers of clothing felt around his buttocks. It only took a few seconds of mental logic to realize something was amiss.
"You're not wearing underwear right now, are you?"
Before Andrew could answer, she let go and grabbed the hem of his robes, lifting them up.
"Hey! We're in public" he yelped, tugging the garment back down below his waist, but not before she caught the faintest glimpse of a long peach-colored cylinder amidst the goat's fluffy white hips.
"You little hypocrite!" she teased.
"Listen-"
"Did you forget to do your laundry, Mr. Don't-Walk-Around-With-Your-Tits-Out?"
"Look, it's not the same!"
"Well then by all means, please. Explain how it's not the same, Mr. Don't-Walk-Around-With-Your-Tits-Out."
"So, first of all, yes, I meant to do my laundry yesterday but I was busy making the costumes," he explained. "But the way I see it, with your costume, anything could cause a nipple slip: a gust of wind, dancing, leaning forward, et cetera. But nobody's gonna notice I'm missing my boxers unless they go out of their way to find out, like you just did."
She grimaced, "I hate to tell you this, but people are going to notice something regardless."
Perci pointed a finger towards his crotch. Much to his horror, there was now a very detailed outline of his penis head poking out from beneath his robe.
"Shit!" he swore as he covered his erection. Looking around, he thanks his lucky stars that no passersby seemed to notice. However, the more he thought about it, the worse his situation seemed. After all, his boner was only going to go down if he didn't think about it, but it wasn't something he couldn't ignore if he wanted to remain publicly decent. And if it didn't go down soon, it would likely start leaking precum and leave a noticeable stain right on his crotch. The mountain goat appeared to be out of options until his girlfriend spotted something a few yards away.
"Hold on, I have an idea," she said, grabbing one of his hands and dragging him along.
Begrudgingly, he followed with a hand still on his privates. After walking ten yards or so, the pair turned left into a deserted alleyway, occupied by only a dumpster and a fire escape.
"Perci, where are we going?"
"Right here," she answered, as they rounded the dumpster. "Now just lean back against the wall."
"Wait, are you-"
Andrew didn't finish that question. The sight of his girlfriend getting on her knees and letting her vest fall to her elbows had stunned him silent as he finally realized her intentions.
"Mind lifting your dress?"
"First off, it's a robe," he angrily whispered. "Secondly, what the hell are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking I can take care of it."
"Here!? And now!?"
"Yes! Think about it! You can either walk around with everyone staring at the outline of your massive cock for the next hour and a half, spend the entire night clutching it like you gotta pee, or give me five minutes to get rid of it."
Unfortunately, she had a point. Weighing his options, Andrew sighed and lifted the hem of his robe, allowing his cock to spring free.
The topless canine smiled as she pressed her breasts along the sides of his member, "Thank you, dear."