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"It’s Just a Heat Thing, Right?"
🕑 Added 2025-09-12 18:00:07 +0000 UTC---
It started like every other hangout.
Lazy afternoon. Faded sunlight bled through gauzy curtains, casting golden lines across the secondhand couch, where Mardu lay sprawled like laundry that was on the to-do list to be folded for weeks now. The living room was a chaotic blend of femininity and soft masculinity—plush pink throw pillows with rude embroidery, Sanrio plushies perched along the back of the couch like tiny, pastel judges, and shelves packed with figures, half of them shirtless, all of them fabulous. The coffee table was cluttered with empty bubble tea cups, a candle labeled "Boy Tears" burning low and floral in the corner, and a tangle of retro controller cords.
It smelled faintly of strawberries, clean laundry, and something muskier beneath it. Familiar. Warm. Just a little dirty. Boyish.
The TV buzzed with the pixelated chaos of a Mario Kart World match stuck in versus mode, the lobby screen music looping endlessly. Alex sat cross-legged on the floor in tiny shorts and an oversized crop top with a pixel heart on it, his controller forgotten in his lap as he half-watched the screen. His tail flicked occasionally, brushing the rug behind him.
Alex was the picture of practiced softness: a femboy tiger with tangerine-orange fur and deep black stripes, long brown hair falling in gentle waves down his back, and a sleek, lithe build that made every movement seem effortless. His green eyes sparkled with mischief, shadowed by the thick lashes that gave him an almost doll-like look. The lavender crop top rode high on his ribs, exposing a strip of toned white stomach fur. His shorts were black, satin-trimmed, and practically painted on, hugged tight with a silver heart-shaped belt buckle. A rhinestone choker glittered at his throat: PRETTY BOY.
Mardu, in contrast, was compact. Shorter, leaner, a red-and-gray wolf-lynx with bioluminescent cyan accents marking his fingers, toes, and chest in soft glows that pulsed with his heartbeat. Scar-like lines slashed across his body in a deep, smoky red, making his fur look even darker in places. He wore a slouchy black hoodie with a faded band logo across the chest and loose cargo shorts, his whole look more muted, masculine, and very clearly overheating.
He was sprawled like melting cheese atop hot nachos across the couch, one leg thrown over the armrest, his hoodie clinging damply to his back. His tail swished erratically behind him, thumping the cushion with every twitch. One ear was folded back against the pillow in frustration. His fingers clenched at the fabric of his hoodie.
It should’ve been normal. Chill.
But Mardu wasn’t.
He was off.
He shifted again. Crossed his legs. Uncrossed. Adjusted his hoodie. Again. The inner lining clung to his fur like hot velvet. Too warm. Way too warm. His thighs pressed tight together, then loosened. Seeking friction. Seeking pressure. Seeking something.
His skin felt wrong. Itchy under his fur. Tense. Buzzing.
He was in heat.
And not the manageable kind.
No, this was the kind that fried his brain and hijacked his body. The kind that turned every breath into a whine and every thought into a sinful one. His underwear was soaked. Soaked. His pussy juice had started seeping through hours ago, and now the thin fabric was clinging to everything, rubbing just wrong enough to make him twitch.
He rubbed his thighs together again, subtle, trying to chase a sensation that would ease the ache. It didn’t. It just made it worse. A little gasp slipped past his lips.
“Ah-.”
From the floor, Alex's ears twitched.
Definitely noticed.
"You good, Mard?" Alex asked, not turning, his voice casual, lazy. Clearly more interested in the shiny new Nintendo game in front of him.
Mardu flinched like he'd been caught stealing.
"Huh? Y-Yeah. Totally. Fine," he blurted. Too fast. Too loud. His voice cracked halfway through the word “fine”. He cleared his throat, tugged at his hoodie like it might hide the flush spreading across his chest. "Just, uh... warm."
Alex didn’t look away from the screen. “Want me to turn down the thermostat?”
Controller clicks.
Mardu wanted to disappear into the couch’s upholstery.
His tail flicked again, knocking a pink glittery pillow to the floor.
He ground his thighs together one more time, slower, angling just right, chasing relief. He got a pulse of pleasure. Too much. Yet not enough. Made him wetter. Made him moan under his breath.
“Nnnnnghh.”
Alex's tail stilled. His ears perked again.
"Nuh, that won’t help. I’m like... really warm," Mardu added quickly, nervous laughter bubbling up. "Overheating kind of warm. Totally not my fault if I strip in ten minutes. Medical necessity."
That got a reaction. Alex turned slightly, head tilted, one brow arched over a teasing smirk
"Oh? That a promise?"
Mardu huffed a laugh—breathy, cracked. "Depends. You tipping if I dance?"
"You are awfully fidgety. What's got you squirming like that?"
Mardu swallowed.
"Just... biology. Hormonal sabotage."
Alex finally turned all the way around, resting his elbows on his knees. His expression was light, but his gaze had gone darker. Curious.
"You're in heat?"
Mardu groaned and hid his face in his sleeve. "Yes. Slightly. Maybe. Shut up."
Alex's nose twitched. A pause.
Then his pupils dilated just a little.
"So that’s what I’ve been smelling."
"What?"
"I can smell you."
Mardu let out a strangled whimper.
He rolled fully onto his stomach and face-planted into a glitter-sequined pillow. "Kill me now.”
Alex laughed. “Hahaha, I didn’t say you stink or anything.”
"I didn't think it would get this bad," Mardu mumbled into the couch. "Usually it's a toy and a nap and I'm fine. But today it's like my whole body's on fire. Everything’s wet. I feel like I could hump your leg or cry, and I’m not sure which would be more embarrassing."
Alex considered that. "Probably the crying."
Mardu peeked up, glaring. "Rude."
Alex's smirk widened. "You did come to a femboy’s apartment in full heat. What exactly were you expecting?"
"To suffer in silence like a respectable person and maybe jerk off in your bathroom."
Alex blinked. "You were gonna masturbate in my house? Tch. Respectable, my ass."
"I’m desperate, Alex. Don’t act surprised."
Alex tilted his head. "You really are kind of a mess."
And then Mardu saw it.
The bulge.
Not huge, not at first. But definitely growing.
Mardu's eyes widened. "You're... you're hard."
Alex looked down, then shrugged. "Oh. Huh. Yeah."
"Why?!"
Alex looked at him slowly. "You're leaking pussy juice fumes into the air and moaning into my couch. What do you think?"
"You're gay! You like dick!"
"I do like dick. Still like you. And you're hot. You've been teasing me for weeks, dumbass. Pretty sure you said something about wanting me to 'wreck your week' last Friday."
Mardu covered his face. "I WAS KIDDING."
"Were you, though?" the tiger asked with a raised brow and a chuckle.
Silence.
Heat rolled through Mardu's body like a wave.
His thighs clenched. His hoodie felt suffocating. His cunt juice had officially soaked through to the cushion.
"I've never... done anything," he said softly. "Not with anyone. Just fingers. Toys. I don't know if I'd be good. Or if it'd hurt. Or if you'd like it."
Alex's whole posture softened. He sat back on his heels, voice lower now.
"This isn't about being good. It's about wanting it. If you're scared, that's okay. If you want to stop, that’s okay too. But if you want to try..." He gestured down to the bulge in his shorts that twitched and pulsed. It grew much bigger now, almost like a third leg.
He then reached out a hand.
“No pressure, of course.”
Mardu stared at his bulge, then his hand.
Everything inside him buzzed—heat, nerves, panic, want.
But he took the hand.
It was warm. Steady.
A tether.
He focused on that.
Not the soaked mess he was. Not the ache between his legs. Not the smell in the room—sweet, feral, thick. Just the warmth of Alex's soft hand.
"You sure?" Alex asked.
Mardu nodded. "Just... go slow. Please."
Alex smiled, soft and genuine. "I’ve got you."
The effemminate tiger rose to his knees and leaned in over the couch to brush a kiss against Mardu's jaw—light, teasing. Another, lower, warm breath against his neck. A hand trailing down his thigh.
Mardu gasped, hips twitching. "Sensitive."
"Yeah?"
"Everything is."
“I’ll be careful.” Alex chuckled. His fingers kept tracing, slow, steady, teasing the inside of Mardu's thigh but never quite going where he needed.
Mardu moaned, trembling. His legs opened further on instinct.
"You’re soaked," Alex murmured.
"Told you."
Alex's hand inched higher.
"Can I take this off?"
Mardu nodded fast. Hoodie off. Damp fur. Bare chest. Erect nipples.
Alex stared, eyes full of something intense.
"You’re pretty."
"Say that again and I’ll die."
Alex grinned. "Then I better undress fast."
Shirt gone. Chest bare. Shorts off. Hair down. Boxers off. Cock out.
Mardu’s eyes dropped.
Stopped.
"...Oh."
The bulge in Alex's shorts was no more. His cock was out, thick, flushed, uncut, eight inches easy. Or maybe more. Mardu couldn’t tell—his heat-fried brain kept either exaggerating or downplaying it.
Alex raised an eyebrow. "Too much?"
"That’s... impressive."
Alex chuckled, climbing onto the couch, kneeling between Mardu’s thighs. His cock pressed along Mardu’s folds, hot and heavy.
Mardu whimpered. "I don’t know if I can fit you."
"You don’t have to. We go slow. You call it."
His hips rolled, dragging his length through Mardu’s folds. Wet sounds bounced off the walls.
Mardu moaned. "I was just gonna jerk off in your bathroom..."
Alex kissed his thigh. "And now I’m grinding against your needy little pussy. Funny how fate works."
Another slow rut. Mardu’s body arched.
"Tell me what you want."
Mardu looked up, panting, wild-eyed, desperate.
"I want your dick."
---
For a second, Alex just looked at him.
Then his smirk faded into something deeper. Darker. Hungrier. He moved in, pressing his larger frame forward until Mardu was caged in by both his thighs, body bracketed beneath him, smaller and shivering.
Alex leaned down, close enough for his breath to ghost over Mardu’s flushed face.
"Then you're going to get me," he murmured. His voice was velvet-drenched smoke, low and heavy. "Every inch."
Mardu swallowed hard, eyes flicking downward instinctively.
"Fuck," he whispered. His voice cracked on the word.
Alex chuckled, slow and sultry, watching him fall apart just from looking.
"Like what you see?"
Mardu nodded dumbly.
Alex rolled his hips gently, letting the weight of his cock drag across Mardu's pussy juice-soaked folds again, smearing heat and fluid between them. The friction made Mardu shiver.
His back arched instinctively. His thighs spread further, unashamed, pussy glistening in the low light. It clung to his fur, sticky and shiny and desperate. The scent between them thickened, hot and sweet, curling through the air like incense.
"You're dripping for me," Alex whispered, leaning down to nip lightly at Mardu's throat. "And I haven't even put it in yet."
Mardu whimpered, voice ragged. "Alex... please..."
"Please what?"
"Please touch me for real," he begged. His claws gripped the couch cushions like they might steady him, but he was already trembling.
Alex's hands slid down, slowly, until they held him firmly by his hips. His fingers curled into his curves and his claws gently scraped at the skin under his coat.
Mardu gasped. His eyes fluttered. That thick, fat, and long cock was burning hot against his pussy, resting right at the entrance of his aching need. Not pushing in. Not yet. Just there.
"You're soaking through me," Alex muttered, voice dark with amusement. "Like you want to swallow me whole. That’s hot."
Mardu moaned—louder this time. Shameless.
“Nnnngghhaaah…”
Alex shifted his hips again, just a nudge, letting the pressure slide deeper between Mardu's cuntlips. The wet friction made loud sounds now, each slow roll a sticky, moist, and messy grind. His dick was hotdogged between the small cuntboy’s pussy lips, nice and snug.
"You feel that?"
"Yes, fuck, yes..."
"That's just the outside. You think you can take all of me inside that sweet little cunt? Hm?"
Mardu's whole body shook. He was panting now, chest heaving, pupils blown wide.
"I want to try. Please."
Alex finally, finally reached down and wrapped his fingers around his own shaft. He aligned his rod with Mardu’s cute, flushed, and puffy pussy in preparation to push in. His heart raced as blood pushed through every little vein in his cock and it twitched so hard that it bounced upward and slapped back down against Mardu’s pussy in a wet and loud smack.
‘Shmck!’
Mardu let out a little gasp as his sensitive little pussy was smacked by Alex’s dick. And looked down in its direction again, with a slightly worried look on his face.
It was big. Bigger than just a few moments earlier, even. He was sure it was at least nine or ten inches now.
The tiger was bigger than he thought. Bigger than any toy he'd dared to try. Thick enough that he could already imagine the stretch, the burn, the delicious ache of being opened by it.
His pussy clenched around nothing, dripping more of his scent and flavor onto the couch.
"Holy shit," he breathed.
Alex grinned down at him, cock head pressed against Mardu's slick entrance, teasing with promise, hot to go.
"Still want me?"
Mardu's voice was cracked. "M-Maybe not yet. Outside first?"
Alex pulled back just enough, his hands sliding up and down Mardu's trembling thighs.
"Good idea," he murmured, voice low and heated. He dipped his hips, dragging the thick head of his cock slowly through Mardu’s folds, letting the foreskin glide and roll with each grind. "I’d hate to break you on the first try."
Mardu whimpered, legs falling open wider.
Alex grinned, his voice husky, losing the femininity he usually had just briefly. "Then keep those legs spread. I'm going to fuck your folds until you can't stop leaking. You're gonna beg for it before I give you anything more."
Mardu trembled beneath him, eyes fluttering as he obeyed. His legs parted a little for him, thighs sticky and glistening, breath hitching with every slow and surprisingly practiced (for an alleged gay) pass of Alex’s cock along his aching core. The shaft glided easily now, soaked with Mardu’s juice, and Alex took his time—pressing the weight of it down and dragging it back up, letting the ridge of his dick’s crown catch on the wolynx boy’s clit repeatedly.
The sensation was maddening. Wet. Hot. Constant.
His hips twitched with every stroke, chasing contact. His claws dug into the couch cushions again, anchoring him as his body rocked up, seeking more. The friction wasn’t direct enough to satisfy, but it was just enough to make him whimper, again and again, helpless.
"You're so messy," Alex murmured, eyes half-lidded as he watched Mardu squirm beneath him. He rocked his hips forward again, slower this time, letting the thick head of his cock drag upward along the puffy, sensitive lips of Mardu's entrance. "So wet for me. All over my cock and I haven't even put it in yet."
Mardu moaned. "Alex, please... please... more..."
"More?" Alex cooed, letting the tip press just slightly harder this time. "More what? You want me to keep teasing you like this?"
Mardu gasped, high and wrecked. "I want you inside. Please."
Alex exhaled slowly, his cock twitching at the sound of that pleading. He adjusted his grip on Mardu’s thighs, thumbs stroking the soft fur there, before aligning himself properly again. His dick tip, covered by his foreskin, pressed up against his entrance nice and firm.
He eased forward.
The pressure at Mardu’s entrance made them both freeze for a moment.
And then he pushed harder.
Thick, hot, stretching him wide. The soft roll of Alex's foreskin slipped in first, followed by the slow stretch of girth behind it. Mardu's body tensed immediately, breath catching, eyes wide. He tapped his hands against Alex’s abdomen in a panic.
"F-Fuck, wait, wait —"
Alex stopped.
"Shh. It’s okay," he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to Mardu’s cheek. "You’re doing so good. Just breathe."
Mardu’s heart thudded. Part of him still panicked—this was so much, too much, too fast. But the way Alex touched him, slow and steady, made that panic melt into want. He didn’t feel like prey. He felt chosen.
He gritted his teeth, legs shaking. His cunt clenched around the thick head now halfway in, struggling to take more. The burn was real. Sharp. But beneath it, there was a different kind of tension. One that made his pussy throb.
Alex didn’t move. Just held still and rubbed his thighs.
"You're so tight," he whispered. His foreskin bunched back with the slow stretch as he eased himself just slightly deeper.
Mardu groaned. "God. You're big."
Alex smiled softly. "We’ll go slow. I’ll stay right here until you’re ready."
Seconds passed. The burn eased. Mardu's body adjusted, little by little, cunt cream coating everything and helping. He let out a trembling breath.
"Okay," he whispered. "Just... a little more."
Alex obeyed, pressing in deeper with a slow, patient roll of his hips. Another inch. Then another.
‘Schlllllllp.’
Mardu’s legs curled tighter around him.
"You're stretching me so much," he whimpered, voice cracking. "I can feel everything."
"I know," Alex said, and kissed him again. His forehead. His jaw. Anywhere he could reach.
Finally, after a long, slow grind, he was fully sheathed. Mardu gasped, eyes fluttering open.
Alex's cock pulsed inside him and Mardu’s pussy clenched in response. It made Alex groan, deep and low in his throat.
“Hhnnnnnnggg…”
Mardu whimpered again and clung to Alex's arms.
"Stay. Don’t move. Please... just stay."
"I’m not going anywhere," Alex promised, still, buried to the hilt.
Mardu's walls clenched hard around him, involuntarily.
Alex hissed.
"Fuck—Mardu, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that."
Mardu looked up at him, eyes glossy. "Can you... can you hold my hands? Just for a second?"
Alex’s expression softened instantly and he pushed himself up.
He threaded their fingers together and pressed their joined hands to Mardu’s inner thighs.
"Of course. I've got you."
They stayed like that for a few minutes. Just trembling together.
And then Mardu shifted his hips ever so slightly. His cunt squeezed around Alex’s dick again, almost pulling a thrust out of him.
"Okay," he whispered. "You can keep going now."
Alex obeyed.
He started slow, easing his hips back just an inch, letting Mardu feel every ridge, every pull, every teasing drag of foreskin over sensitive inner walls. Then he pressed back in with a quiet groan, watching as Mardu arched beneath him, eyes fluttering closed.
Mardu gasped. "Fuck, that feels—"
"Good?"
"Too good."
Alex chuckled, breathless. "That’s the point."
He pulled back again, further this time, then rocked forward in one smooth motion, pushing Mardu into the cushions with the force of it. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, messy and gross. Mardu whimpered, hips bucking up to meet him.
‘Schhllp.’
“Aaaaah…”
The stretch still burned for him, but now it was matched by the pulsing wave of pressure and pleasure inside him. He could feel every inch of Alex’s cock as it moved in and out. The thick bulbous head of his dick dragging perfectly over spots that made the wolynx’s legs twitch and his breath catch.
The tiger’s hip movements added a slow, wet suction to every grind.
Mardu’s pussy didn’t want to let go.
"Mardu... you’re fucking milking me," Alex groaned, eyes squeezed shut for a moment as he fought to stay slow. "You're… so fucking… tight."
"Don’t stop," Mardu gasped. "Please, keep going. Harder. I can take it. I swear."
That broke something.
Alex leaned over him, shifting their joined hands up above the wolf-lynx hybrid’s head, pinning him down gently. His next thrust was deeper. Harder. More primal.
Mardu cried out, back arching as his whole body tensed around the intrusion. "Fuck, Alex—!"
Alex growled low in his throat, not feral, but hungry. He set a rhythm then—smooth, grinding thrusts that filled Mardu completely, rolling his hips forward with every pump to bury himself to the hilt. His balls slapped against Mardu’s ass cheeks in soft, yet hefty plaps.
Mardu met every thrust like he was riding a wave, crying out with every stroke, body flushed and soaked and clenching.
"You feel so fucking good," Alex panted. "So wet."
Their bodies were shiny with sweat and other bodily fluids, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. Alex shifted his angle, and when the head of his cock rubbed right against a bundle of nerves inside, Mardu screamed.
"There! Oh my god, do that again—"
Alex obeyed. Again. And again.
‘Plap, plap, plap.’
Mardu was gone, like putty beneath him, nails digging into Alex’s hands, eyes rolling back. He could barely breathe, every muscle trembling as the pressure inside him built higher and higher, coiling tight.
"Alex, I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum, please, don't stop—"
Alex leaned down and kissed him, swallowing the last of his cry as Mardu came undone beneath him. His whole body convulsed, clenching so hard around Alex's cock that it forced a ragged groan from the tiger's throat.
Mardu was still gasping, twitching, when Alex whispered hoarsely, "Mardu. I can't hold back. I'm gonna—"
"Do it," Mardu whispered, pulling his hands tighter. "Cum inside me. Please."
Alex thrust deep one last time, grinding his hips down as he bottomed out. His entire body seized with the force of release. A guttural groan tore from his throat as his cock throbbed deep inside Mardu—thick, pulsing, buried to the hilt.
“Hhhhnnnnnnnnggggg!”
The first spurt of cum was hot and sudden, spilling into Mardu's tight cooch in a thick rope.
Then another.
And another.
Each one more intense, Alex’s cock jumping with every release. The gooey, messy warmth spread, flooding Mardu's insides with a raw, primal heat that made his whole body clench.
Mardu looked up—just barely, dazed—and caught Alex staring down at him. Their eyes met, and in that second, there was no teasing, no heat-fogged chaos—just something raw and unguarded. It made Mardu’s heart stutter. He clenched, aching, overwhelmed. He wanted to keep Alex there forever.
And that was it.
That final twitch—that stretch, that overwhelming flood of semen heat inside him—broke something in Mardu.
He came.
Hard.
“Aaaaaaaah!!!! Hhaaaaaah!!!”
His back arched as his orgasm tore through him without warning, his voice cracking into a half-choked cry. His inner walls spasmed around Alex's cock, milking every last drop, his legs trembling and toes curling as pleasure overwhelmed him.
Alex’s cock pulsed, spurting wetly inside his friend’s womb.
He groaned again as Mardu continued to clenched around him, squeezing like a vice, drawing out every last drop of his seed. His hips twitched helplessly in tandem with each clench, his arms trembling as he held himself above Mardu, forehead pressed to the wolynx’s shoulder.
The last few spurts came slower, softer—just warmth leaking steadily from the tip, his cock still throbbing. Still stretching out that poor boy’s cunt.
They stayed like that.
Breathing.
Heartbeats pounding in sync.
Alex's cock softened slowly inside Mardu, still buried, the softened head cradled by the squeezing walls that had taken him so well.
He pulled out gently after a moment, watching as his seed spilled from Mardu's winking hole like an overfilled custard pie.
Mardu groaned softly, turning his head into the cushions. "That was... fuck."
Alex laughed, exhausted. "Yeah. It was."
He grabbed a nearby blanket and tugged it over both of them, guiding Mardu to rest against his chest as they settled into the couch. One hand stroked slowly up Mardu's back, steady and warm.
"You good?" he murmured.
Mardu nodded, dazed and soft. "Yeah. I feel... floaty. But good."
"No one’s ever taken me like that before,” Alex murmured, brushing Mardu’s ear with his nose. “You did great."
Mardu snorted weakly. "Said I was feral. You didn’t believe me."
"I believe you now."
A pause. Then:
"...You might need a morning-after pill," Alex said, only half-joking.
Mardu groaned into his shoulder. "If I can still walk tomorrow."
Alex pulled back slightly and looked down at him.
Mardu met his eyes, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. The afterglow, the weight of the moment, the way Alex had held him through all of it—it hit him all at once.
He blinked up at him with metaphorical hearts in his eyes, brain still soft and soaking in the way Alex smiled at him like he meant it.
Alex raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Mardu blinked again. "Nothing. You're just... really fucking cool."
Alex rolled his eyes and snorted. "You're being weird."
Mardu buried his face in the pillow, still flushed, still aching in the best way.
His mind was a mess. His body was wrecked. And yet, all he could think about was the way Alex had said his name. The way he hadn't rushed. The way he'd held his hands as they fucked. He felt butterflies in his stomach as his pussy twitched and winked and pushed out the excess bit of Alex’s load onto the couch.
He liked being looked at like that. Wanted like that. Fucked like that.
His tail flicked under the blanket.
He thought to himself: It’s just a heat thing, right? Just hormones. Just instinct. Just Alex and his stupidly big dick and the way he holds your hands and—fuck.
You are not catching feelings. You are not catching feelings.
They stayed like that for a long time. Just breathing. Letting the heat ease.
Eventually, Mardu dozed. Not fully asleep, but resting.
And eventually, Alex slipped out from beneath the blanket, quietly padding over to grab one of the controllers from the floor.
He sat cross-legged again, his monster of a dick, even while soft, hung between his legs, dripping a mixture of his cum and Mardu’s onto the shag carpet. He then glanced back over his shoulder with a soft smile.
"I'm putting us on Rainbow Road," he said. "Do your fingers work?”
Mardu mumbled from the pillow his face was buried in, mind foggy and womb full. “You still think I came over to hang out?”
Alex laughed, not looking away from the screen. “I think you came over to lose on Rainbow Road.”
He handed Mardu one of the other controllers, and clicked start.
The music looped again.
Just another lazy afternoon.
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Art by soroka-ne-soroka
Mardu by enryu91
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Comments
Raekun
This is so adorably wholesome.
Ryan Battaglia
Wooooow Mmm Got damn
