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Anonymous Wed 10 Jul 2024 02:06:07 No.67263686 Report

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>>67263604
Trish has to defend her mating right to Anon from another triceratops. Does not have to be as gory as pic.

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Anonymous Wed 10 Jul 2024 02:46:39 No.67264788 Report

Aight, lettuce begin
yoink

>>67263686

>Trish and I have been dating for a couple weeks now.
>At first, we had kept it under wraps.
>Gradually revealing it to our mutual friends, bit by bit.
>Reed somehow knew, he always does.
>Fang seemed shocked, and...Oddly disappointed, but they recovered quickly enough.
>Stella and Rosa were supportive of us, at least.
>Friends accounted for, only then did we feel comfortable to begin going public with our infatuation.
>Or rather, Trish felt comfortable enough. I had been ready from the start, but Trish had seemed hesitant.
>"I just wanna be sure before I have to deal with all of that."
>She never explained what 'all of that' was, though.

>We were on what could be considered our first date, if it counted.
>Trish wanted me to accompany her on some shopping at the mall. I didn't exactly have the cash, but it was a chance to spend time with her, so I took it.
>I never actually been to Volcaldera's Mall either, so it was also a way to explore the local community a little more.
>Trish had wanted to get some lunch from some Herby salad place in the food court and offered to pay for me.

>"So, you -don't- want anything to eat? Just something to drink?"
>"Yeah, just get me a water or something."
>"You're gonna stay scrawny if you never eat anything, y'know that, right?"
>"Shut up, shortie."
>"Monkey."
>Trish's eyes and mine lock as the T word immediately draws itself to my lips. Her gaze thins. She's daring me to say it.
>I stare back down at her, the loaded gun of a slur in my mouth.
>My finger on the....
>Trigger.
>"Fucking smooth, dumbass."
>Trish snorts at my (deliberately) muttered pun, but the way her hand squeezes mine and the look in her eyes tells me she found it funny.

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Anonymous Wed 10 Jul 2024 02:58:43 No.67265081 Report

Quoted By: >>67265323

>>67264788
>"Whatever, suit yourself." She untangled our fingers, raising her hand up to smack the flat of her hand against my chest. "Stay here, don't wander off and make me have to hunt you down. I'll be back in a second."
>"I'll be good, promise."
>"Be better," she grumbles at me, only to flash me a smile as she turns and walks away, heading off towards one of the nearby installations of the Food Court.
>Goddamn, I hate seeing her leave, but I love to watch her...
>...Ass.
>--There are other people in this place. A lot of other people. Some of whom have definitely noticed me gawking at my q t three point one four trigga gee eff's rear.
>Clearing my throat loudly enough to only draw more attention to myself, I awkwardly shuffle towards a corner of the seating area, doing my best to make myself small and unnoticeable.
>Opening up my phone, I decide a bit of shitposting on the ol' Filipino Scrapbooking Forum will help pass the time until Trish returns with her basket of cut lettuce, or whatever the hell she decides to get.
>And my water. Hopefully.
>...Nah, she's definitely going to deliberately forget it to screw with me.

>Fishing for (you)s does wonders to make the minutes go by.
>Over the general din of the various mall-goer conversations in the Food Court, I start to hear some footsteps approaching me.
>An arm slides around my shoulders, and--
>"Hey there, cutie."

>That is not Trish.
>Her voice is too surly, too low.
>I look over, and promptly up because HOLY FUCK THAT IS A BIG TRIGGA.
>She's nearly twice Trish's height, standing a good head and shoulders over me. Her teal-grey scales bulge with muscle, green eyes peering down at me. A great, vibrantly-colored frill extends from a mane of violet hair.
>She's wearing a rough green jacket, a grey shirt and some jeans.
>And she's smirking down at me.

>"Y'know, you're -really- handsome for a Skinnie."

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Anonymous Wed 10 Jul 2024 03:08:34 No.67265323 Report

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>>67265081
>My heart does know whether or not to freeze or beat out of my chest.
>Why the fuck is this triceratops woman flirting with me.
>There's a femoid that isn't my girlfriend with her arm around my shoulders.
>In broad daylight.
>Giving me bedroom eyes.
>The fact I ever scored a girlfriend in the first place nearly breaks my own suspension of disbelief.
>This is just making my mind short circuit. The sirens aren't on, they're fucking apocalyptic.
>"I--Ah--Huh--Y-You too."
>The tall bitch chuckles at that.
>"There's no reason to be nervous, hun," she coos down at me. She raises her free hand, fingers wrapping about my chin, forcing me to look up into her eyes.
>Raptor Jesus strike me down what the actual fuck.
>Do not think her eyes are pretty.
>Do not think she's pretty.
>"Already complementing me back? That's the spirit."
>FUCK.
>"NO--I--I'm here with someone already, I-I--"

>"What the actual fuck."

>If my heart didn't know what to do before, it definitely does now.
>It's stopped beating.
>I can feel my blood freezing in my veins as my eyes slooooooowly twist to look at Trish.
>She's carrying a white to-go box with the label of the stand she had went to on it in one hand, and a pair of styrofoam cups in the other.
>Aww, she remembered.
>She also looks absolutely furious.
>"...Trish, I swear--"
>"Stop talking, Anon."
>...Huh She, doesn't sound mad at me. Just eerily calm.
>"Oh, is this your little girlfriend?" The huge trike finally releases me, stepping away from me and towards Trish. Her eyes half-lid, smirk deepening as she peers down at her purple counterpart.
>"Emphasis on the little," she chuckles.

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Anonymous Wed 10 Jul 2024 03:20:55 No.67265626 Report

Quoted By: >>67265829

>>67265323
>Trish doesn't respond. Instead, she turns to a nearby table, placing her food and our drinks down upon it, before turning back to face the larger woman.
>She leans tilts her neck back, but leans her chin down, arms crossed as she glares up at the taller trigga.
>The bigger bitch's eyes widen briefly, before a laugh escapes her. She mimics Trish's posture--neck tall, chin lowered.
>"C'mon, honey, you don't want any of this," she taunts down at Trish, voice full of false, mocking warmth. "We both know you don't."
>Trish only tucks her head lower, and the other woman reciprocates.
>...Are they comparing crests?
>What the f--
>Trish suddenly stamped her right foot against the floor, hard. "Say that to my face, skank."
>The bigger trigga snorted at that. Grinning, she leaned down, bringing her head closer to Trish's level, both fulfilling her request and pointing out the obvious difference in size between them.
>"I SAID, you ain't SHIT, you little--"

>Trish is a blur. I can hardly register what's going on as it happens.
>She lunges forward, seizing the woman by the lapels of her jacket, now within arm's reach of her due to the mocking display she had provoked.
>She rips the woman towards her, and slams her head, horns first, right into her mouth.
>There's a violent, crunching pop of cartilage and bone. The larger triceratops stumbles back, hands flying to her mouth with a loud cry.
>"You BITCH!" She yells, rage mixed with pain and overwhelmed sinuses. Saurian snouts are incredibly sensitive to being hit it seems, just like human noses.
>Tears in her eyes, the teal trike swung at fist down at Trish.
>My girlfriend makes use of the shortness she had just been mocked for, dipping low. With a degree of technique that would make a pro lineman blush, she wraps her arms about Teal's waist, lifts with her legs, and tackles her to the ground.

>Before she can do so much as catch her breath, Trish is standing over her.
>And starts absolutely wailing on her.

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Anonymous Wed 10 Jul 2024 03:29:47 No.67265829 Report

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>>67265626
>She's beating the absolute dogshit out of Teal.
>Fist after fist keeps connecting with her snout, which is bloody beyond repair by this point.
>I'm expecting security guards to come separate them and drag off Trish for attempted murder, but bizarrely, no one seems to give a fuck about the brutalization happening in front of them all.
>A few of them glance towards the scene, clearly watching, but no one dares interfere.
>Is this normal?
>...As I think back to how violent the lunch lines at school can be, holy shit, this -is- normal.
>Fucking Saurians.

>Teal's not even fighting back by this point. Low moans escape the huge trike every so often whenever Trish hits her, but she's largely gone limp.
>Trish isn't slowing down.
>This is going too far.
>"...Trish, c'mon, it's done."
>She ignores me. She keeps hitting Teal.
>"--Trish, Jesus, stop!"
>She doesn't slow down.
>"TRISH!"
>She finally seems to pause. With the beatdown on hold, I can hear how loudly my girlfriend is huffing for breath, audibly snorts escaping her between every other gasp.
>Her hands lower, fists seeming to finally relax--
>No, wait, she's grasping the woman's coat again.
>She jerks Teal up--
>And slams her horns down against the crest of the larger Triceratops.
>Teal slumps to the ground, out cold. Only now does Trish finally let go of her and stand up.

>On shaking legs, Trish saunters her way over towards me. Her eyes are locked on mine, unblinking.
>Jesus Christ, her hands are covered in blood.
>Some of it is splashed across her face.
>She looks disturbingly smug.
>Seizing me by my jacket in a way that uncomfortably reminds me of how she had grabbed Teal at the start and finish of the fight, Trish forces her body against mine, leaning into me.
>She roughly nuzzles her face against my neck; her breath is hot and ragged along my throat.
>"You're mine," she growled. "Fucking mine. Understand?"

>"...Y-Yes ma'am."
>I have never been more terrified yet turned on in my entire life.

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