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The Sweet Soiree's Annual Kissy Commisshy, 2023
🕑 Added 2023-04-12 19:16:24 +0000 UTCSpring has officially sprung, and as the Flickies flutter and flap around, Amelia and Dezra are hard at work preparing for the rosy hedgehog's annual festivities.
Last year was successful enough, with the pink one earning enough from the fundraiser to purchase a few new police scanners and security cameras for her secret affairs after hours. Business always boomed around this time of year with Easter, Mother's Day, and Valentine's bundled in, but if Dexter ever got curious enough to check invoices, it would be obvious something was amiss with so many unrelated donations coming in...
The fundraiser would supply some credence. With prices as high as they were, no one would bat an eye when she finished with more money than she should've... and no one would dare think to check after her with the violent devil at her side.
Amelia found a new friend in Dezra, who would guard her lockbox and work crowd control for a cut of the profits. Armed with one of Dexter's batons, she could save Amelia the trouble while she hosted the affair. She wasn't expecting Dezra to actually use the darn thing, but the threat was a lovely deterrent to criminality.
Surely her beau wouldn't miss it, either--he never employed force on those he swore to protect. *sigh* He was such a good guy.
She found herself surprised when he was one of the first to arrive at her booth, dragging the civet she'd known to frequent the Sweet Soiree and clear out her Sickly Sweet rolls.
The civet looked nervous-- more than usual as the lynx practically shoved him to the booth. He reluctantly dumped a rather large donation at her table, causing Dezra and Amelia's eyes to glisten excitedly. She wasn't sure what to expect when Dexter explained Chrysante's role in today's event: Stand-in kisser, especially given the disgusted look on the civet's face. Dezra seemed enthused by the idea, her and Dexter sharing a grin that seemed slightly malicious.
Chrysante didn't offer much resistance to the idea, but his response was equally jarring.
"Yeah, whatever. Take my money, I'll kiss... but I ain't kissin' no g--AGCCKK!"
Dezra snickered as the lynx's elbow made swift contact with the sore spot near the striped creature's ribs, forcing him silent.
"He's kinda picky... but he's good for it, Pinkie Pie. If you have any maiden-less men around...." "Dexter" added, pointing to the civet. "Y'know...Anything to help out such a beautiful cause."
Chrysante felt the need to gag at the schmoozing, and simply turned his attention elsewhere, folding his arms over the raw area. He'd have sworn that bastard was doing this on purpose...
"Well y'know..." Amelia rubbed the back of her hand bashfully. " That's really sweet of you both, but it's usually just couples that come to these things unless you count the stray passerby. Those tend to be ladies though... I can't just take your money if you might not get a kiss..."
Her voice trailed, allowing an awkward silence to set in until "Dexter" breaks the quiet with an exasperated sigh. Without so much as a single warning, he grabs the civet's face and presses his lips firmly against the bleached muzzle of the other man, forcing his tongue down his throat and provoking an immediate reaction from every other body.
Amelia gasped out loud.
Dezra dropped the baton
And Chrysante's skinny jeans suddenly became an unbearable prison--much to his dismay.
Murmuring a thinly veiled warning to the civet through the kiss, "Dexter" pushed the civet away and licked at his lips distastefully. "That oughta satisfy that kiss you needed. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off. I gotta date with some mouthwash before I head in. Have fun Pinkie."
Amelia, still stunned by the maneuver waved back-- keeping her budding jealousy and the strange... other feeling in check. While Dezra cackled loudly at the civet's expense, she took note of a new-- vaguely familiar face sidling up next to the embarrassed civet.
Huh... they must've known each other...
All the same, Dezra's booming laughter seemed to draw a crowd, which meant that it was time to open. Ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of her mind, Amelia blows a kiss to her adoring and curious public, announcing the start of the event with a smile.
"Alrighty everyone! Pucker Up! Have your rings ready and your lips glossed. LOVE IS IN THE AIR!
