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Some evening, Sprout and Cosmo were in the kitchen, doing their usual activity. Baking together. Sprout had kept zoning out while the two worked and honestly, it started to worry Cosmo. So, he decided to ask about it.

“Sprout?” Cosmo sounds out, whisking some cake batter in a bowl. The strawberry in question stops what he was doing to take a look down at his best friend. “Yeah, Cos?” He arches a brow, getting the cake tray ready.

Cosmo hesitates for a minute before continuing to speak. “Well, you've been zoning out a lot and I- I wanna know if somethings wrong.” She stated her worry, furrowing her brows a bit. Sprout made a sound, shrugging. “Ah, well.. I had a really crazy dream and I can't stop thinking about it.” The strawberry admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

The cake roll eyes his friend, a little confused. “Have you talked to Astro about it?” She queries, moving closer to pour the batter into the tray. Sprout kept silent for a little before turning his head away, his voice almost a whisper. “Ehm.. It's not the best dream to talk to Astro about..” He explains, a small tint forming on his already red face. “A bit Inappropriate.”

The room went silent after that. Sprout gulped, now thinking he should've kept his mouth shut. His anxiety soon died down as Cosmo finally responded. “Well, when I have dreams like that, I usually forget them as soon as I wake up.” She stopped pouring batter. “Maybe it's a sign. What was the dream about?” He asked, gazing up at Sprout. The strawberry stammered, his face getting redder by the second.

“A- Are you sure you'd want to hear about.. That..?” He rubbed his elbow nervously while stepping away from the counter; Cosmo would turn to put the batter in the oven. “I guess. We're close enough for that, right?” His voice rang out, completely innocent, as if he didn't just ask his best friend to explain his wet dream to him.

Sprout made a sound, keeping his eyes locked to the floor. “Well.. Yeah, but..” He seethed. “It's just embarrassing.” The strawberry mumbles as his friend walked back up to him. “Hey, no pressure! You don't got to tell me if you don't want to.” She smiled, taking off her apron. “Anywho, while we wait for the cake to bake, wanna go play some Connect4?” She quickly changed the topic, noticing the rather weird atmosphere.

Sprout returned the smile at that, his nerves soothing. “Okay, sure.” He also removed his apron, allowing Cosmo to take his hand and guide them to his room.

While they walked over to the elevator, Sprout's mind couldn't come off of what Cosmo said earlier. ‘Maybe it's a sign.’ That alone made the strawberry shiver. If it was a sign, what exactly should he do about it? Not like he could just go around and commit the act- Or- Maybe he could.

He didn't even notice the two were already on their way to his room. Was he that lost in thought? Maybe telling Cosmo wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Soon enough, the two were sat on Sprout's bed playing Connect4. Sprout was red and Cosmo was blue. So far, Cosmo was winning. Which was unusual since Sprout was really good at this game; so, Cosmo chose to speak up about it.

“Hey, Sprout, you okay over there? You're losing.” The cake roll stated his concerns, a frown etching on her face. The strawberry came back to his senses, stuttering a bit. “S- Sorry. I'm just.. Thinking about what you said.” He mutters, watching as his shorter friend's face contorted to a perplexed expression. “What'd I say?” She asked, seeming to already have forgotten. Sprout sighed. “About my dream being a sign.” He grumbled, flopping down onto his bed.

Cosmo made a ‘o’ shape with her lips. She was going to reply before Sprout continued. “My dream was about me going around and having.. You know what with everyone.” The strawberry confessed, his face hot as blush rose to his rosy cheeks.

Cosmo's mouth went agape before she quickly shut it. “Gee, Sprout, I uhm.. I didn't know you were this sexually active..!” The cake roll chuckled nervously, looking away. He could hear Sprout gasp and start tweaking. “N- No! I just-” He spazzed. “I- I was thinking- A- Y- You put this in my head!” The strawberry grumbled, blushing madly. Cosmo let out a small laugh. “Well, if your mind tells you to do it..” He looks up at Sprout knowingly “Then go for it!”

Sprout groans, feeling quite embarrassed. “How about we just go back to the cake..” He tried changing the topic. Cosmo raised a brow, dropping his game pieces. “It hasn't even been thirty minutes yet?” He looked at Sprout who was still a blushing mess. “Well, can we at least drop this topic? This is humiliating, man!” He whined, sitting up and hiding his face. Cosmo stared at him, thinking of a way to make her best friend feel better.

“Was I in your dream?” She quips. Sprouts eyes shot open, his hands dropping to his sides as he glared at Cosmo with wide eyes. The cake roll looked at him innocently, as if he wasn't plotting something behind those eyes.

“Cause if so..” He shoved the game away from the two, scooting closer to Sprout. “I could.. Help you with the idea..” She said in a low, brooding voice. One that Sprout hasn't heard before. The strawberry stammered, sweat heading down his face. “Uh- uhm.. W- what about Looey..? Aren't you two dating..?” He retracted back, feeling a bit guilty if he was about to cause a divorce.

Cosmo hummed, resting his hand on Sprout's arm. “Yeah, but it's an open relationship.” She stated, watching as Sprout looked confused. “Which means, while me and Looey are dating, he's also dating Poppy, and Poppy is also dating Boxten, and Boxten is also dating Glisten, and Glisten is also dating Rodger, who's also dating-”

“Woah, woah, woah, what kind of love diamond is this?! And, how come you never told me you were in such a insane polycule!” Sprout cut him off, absolutely flabbergasted at this new found information.

“Huh, I thought I told you. Silly me!” Cosmo laughed a bit. She then returned her attention to Sprout, sliding her hand down his arm. “Anyway.. Do you want to reenact what happened in that dream of yours? Consent is key, Seedly.” He spoke softly, hoping he wasn't too demanding.

Sprout stiffened for a bit before sighing, looking away from Cosmo. “Y- yeah, I guess.” He murmured; Cosmo didn't like this response. “It's either yes or no, Sprout. I don't want to push you to doing something you don't wanna.” She reassured, furrowing her brows. Sprout grumbled, facing the shorter toon. “I want to.” He state firmly, practically redder than red.

Cosmo smiled, placing his band near Sprouts inner thigh. “Good boy.” His low voice returned, sending a shiver down Sprout's spine. “So, how did we do it? I wanna make sure it's just the same as your dream.” He paused, eyes lingering on the strawberries lips for a minute before returning to his eyes. “W- well.. I was laying down-” Cos’ pushed Sprout down, making her lie down instead of sit up. “Like this?” He questioned. The strawberry nodded. “Mhm.. A- and you were um..” Sprout trailed off, hoping Cosmo would get the indication.

The swiss roll hummed, gazing down at Sprout's pants. “All I needed to know, thanks.” Her hands trailed over the waistband of his friends pants, and with one firm yank, everything was pulled down. Sprout yelped, instinctively closing his legs tight. He's never been so exposed in front of anyone like this before– Much less his best friend!

“Relax, buddy! You're in good hands.” Cosmo spread his legs, moving to place a kiss right above his puss puss, cause well, he's a transformer. The small action caused a whimper out of the strawberry, he tries to close his legs again just to be stopped by Cosmo.

“Relax..” The swiss roll stuck his middle finger in his mouth, sucking on it before gliding it down to Sprout's hole. He slowly pushed in, a yelp escaping Sprout’s mouth. “Damn, you're tight- Never done this before?” Cosmo looked at him. Sprout groaned, the once sweet and innocent image of his best friend destroyed. “Y- you kn- know I'm p- pining over… Over Assstrroo..” He stifled a moan, gripping his bed sheets. Cosmo giggled, curling her finger in the strawberry’s walls; Sprout whined again, bucking his hips into the touch. “Sh- shit- You do this o- often or something..?” He quipped, drool now seeping from his lips.

Cosmo made a sound, fingering Sprout a bit faster. “I guess. Only when I'm topping Looey.” She curled around a spot that made Sprout whimper loudly. “Which is most of the time, by the way.” She then added another finger, scissoring his walls at a quicker pace. Sprout clasped a hand over his mouth, muffling his moans. He tried to respond, gritting his teeth as he did so. “I- I don't- fuck- I don't wanna heAR about y- you fucking LoOEY-” His mouth went agape, loud squeals of pleasure leaving it.

Cosmo rolled his eyes, kneading that pussy like never before. “Well, I surely wanna hear about you sleeping with everyone else, so suck it up.” He finally pulled his fingers out of Sprout's folds, them being wet with slick. A disappointed groan left the strawberry as Cos’ did that. The cake roll then undid his pants, pulling it and his boxers down far enough to give him enough space; and low and behold, there stood Cosmo's mini Cosmo.

Sprout gulped. Part of him told him it was rude to stare at his best friend's weiner, but shame left him the moment Cosmo pulled his own pants down. His friend then lined up his shaft to his cunt, and he then braced for what was about to come, shutting his eyes tight.

Except, nothing came.

Sprout's composure fell for a minute, as he peeked open an eye to see the hold up- Just for Cosmo to ram into him when he least expected it.

“ho- HOLY SHIT!” Sprout gasped, nails digging into his mattress like a lifeline. It felt weird to have something in there besides his own hands. Sprout felt tears prick his eyes from the overwhelming force. He clenched his eyes shut, gritting his teeth.

“You alright down there?” Cosmo sounded, as if he didn't just surprise frontshot his bestie. Sprout didn't even reply, just reaching for a pillow and covering his face with it. He soon made a wobbly thumbs up. Cosmo stifled a laugh, reaching to remove the pillow from Sprout's face. “You know how the traffic light system works, right?” She queries, grabbing ahold of the strawberry’s waist, pushing deeper. (It feels wrong to use she while cos is the one pounding sprout but it gets worse than this with the ideas I have in mind so nvm).

Sprout groaned again, now using his hands to cover his face. “N- Not really..” He admits, a shaky breath leaving his mouth. Cosmo retracted, before slamming into Sprout again, a shriek escaping the poor fruit's lips. “It's a type of safe word,” She pulled out and pushed in once more. “red for stop,” The roll paused, basically demonstrating the safe word. “orange to slow down,” She started rolling her hips against Sprout's at a slow pace. “and green for go, of course.” He kept this pace before speeding up, making the toon below him a moaning mess. “Personally, me and Looey use green to speed up, your choice though!”

Sprout had drool running down his chin and tears streaming down his face. Not from sadness, but from overwhelming pleasure. He grunted, trying to steady his blurry sight onto Cosmo. “St- Staaawpp t- telling- mfggh- mee ab- about you ffffuckingg LOOEY!” He gurgles, placing a hand onto the sheets below him, gripping them firmly. Cosmo cackled before it turned into low groaning, quickening her speed.

The room was filled with the wet sound of their hips against one another and the lewd noises they both emitted.

“Holyyy FUCK!” Sprout whimpered, biting his lip harshly. “Oh my god, oh my gaawwdd! Errgh-” The strawberry moaned out. “C- Coss- Cossmoo- ffffuck..Hngh- wait!” Cosmo stopped, checking Sprout's expression for any signs of pain. “Yeah?” She tilted her head, a bit worried she may have crossed a line.

Sprout wiped his eyes, seeing the cake roll more clearer now. “Uhm.. Nothing- Keep going!” And Cosmo resumed, taking on a much slower speed than before– Just to be safe. She has to remember this isn't Looey she's knocking
up.

Cosmo kept thrusting into the toon below her, gliding her hand down to the bed and holding onto it. So far, Sprout seemed to be the loudest thing in the room. He was letting out cries of utter ecstasy as his best friend pounded into his throbbing vag, having never felt such pleasure before. Yeah, Sprout's had wet dreams multiple times, but he never expected this is how it would feel.

Soon, Cosmo's rutting grew frantic, he started to hiss louder. He sped up again, his movements getting unsteady and erratic as she chased the growing knot in her abdomen.

Sprout wailed, having already met his own limit not too long ago. He placed his fingers near his mouth, biting onto those instead of his lip. His eyes rolled back as far as they could, more shrill yelps escaped his jaws. All this pleasure was overwhelming him, and it oddly felt good.

“Shit.. I'm getting close- So very close-” Cosmo growled, wildly slamming himself into Sprout.

It didn't take long before he pulled out of the toon, pumping his aching mini roll and spurting frosting all over Sprout's shirt.

The two toons were panting heavily, sweat dripping down both of their faces.

After a few minutes of them both recovering from their high, Cosmo cleared his throat and fixed his pants. “Well, while you're immobile, I'm gonna check on that cake.” She smiles innocently, wiping sweat off her forehead and heading over to the room's door. “I'll be back!” She called out, opening and slamming the door shut as she left.

Sprout on the other hand let out a shaky breath, completely fucked out.

He slowly propped himself up on a nearby pillow, gazing down at his attire.

“Wh- My shirt!” He gasped, taking in the frosting that stained his shirt. He grumbled, eyes shooting to the door. “Cosmo you fat bitch!”

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“What's the whiteboard for?” Sprout asked. He was sitting on his bed with blankets draped over him. He was still trying to recover from getting absolutely plowed by Cosmo the previous night.

“To track your progress, I asked Vee for it.” Cosmo slid the whiteboard into the main's room. Thank goodness they had big rooms. “Don't worry, I didn't tell her what we need it for.” He reassured, noticing the unease in Sprout's gaze.

The strawberry sighed, still embarrassed from last night. “I can't believe I'm actually doing this..” He mumbled, watching as Cosmo took out a marker and wrote his name down on it. He then also wrote down his.. Size next to it. “Oh.” Sprout sounded, blinking.

“So, you've done me- Or, I did you.” Cosmo giggled, leaning on a desk. Sprout rolled his eyes, feeling a familiar heat rise to his cheeks. “I can't believe I lost my virginity to my best friend! This is a new low, even for me..” He covered his face with his hands, grumbling.

“Sorry, did you want Astro to do that for you?” The swiss roll teased, watching as Sprout glared at him. He laughed, shaking her head. “My bad!” She waved the strawberry off.

“Anyway.. Who are ya’ doing next?” She changed the sub-topic, clicking her tongue.

Sprout shrugged, eyes flicking from the whiteboard to the floor. “I dunno.. I'm already starting to regret this!” He huffed, hugging himself. To be honest, ever since that dream, he's felt pent up. And it's all Cosmo's fault for making him pursue it! Yeah. Not because he's pining over Astro. Not at all.

So no, Sprout doesn't regret this. He's just embarrassed.

“Uh-huh, that's cute.” Cosmo yawned, fixing his sweatpants. He gnawed on the marker for a little before continuing to speak. “We gotta figure out what you're into.” He stated ever so casually.

Sprout arched a brow. “What I'm into?” He quipped, clinging onto the sheets tighter. “Oh, y'know,” Cosmo waved his hand around “Kinks.” She blurted. “I don't like where our bond is going.” Sprout furrowed his eyebrows, a frown etching onto his face.

“Hey, no pressure!” Cos’ formed a reassuring smile. “Sorry if I'm coming off a bit.. Demanding.” She sheepishly turned away; Sprout shook his head. “No, I just.. I'm nervous.” He admits. “All of this is so new to me.. I.. I'm a bit scared, honestly.” The strawberry averted his gaze to the floor, hugging himself under the covers. Cosmo noticed the tense atmosphere and decided it was best to change the topic.

“That's okay..” She trailed off, placing the marker cap back onto the marker. “You wanna go for a run to feel better?” He suggests, a warm grin on her face. Sprout considers it, removing the blanket from his shoulders. “I guess- Let me take a shower, first.” He slides off the bed, feeling a slight ache in his legs. The strawberry winces, holding onto his knees for a minute. “Oh, damn.” He mutters, stretching a little.

Cosmo snorted, facing the other direction. Sprout glared at him, flipping him off. “You did this.” He growled.

The swiss roll guffawed, shrugging. “Yeah, I did, oops!” She giggled.

-

Later… .

The run included our favorite strawberry, kinky cake roll and his Weird Al’ core of a partner, the biggest twink in all of Gardenview, germaphobe and average booktoker.

As the elevator descended to the first floor, Tisha thought it was best to ask the burning question in all of their throats. “So..” She started, clearing her throat. “Who's distracting?” She looked at Sprout and Looey. Having a run with three distractors, this was a needed question.

Sprout slowly looked over to Looey after Tisha's question. “I uh.. Can't distract because um..” He tried to think of a excuse that didn't include ‘I got fucked and my legs hurt.’ He coughed. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” He nervously grinned.

Tisha raised her brow suspiciously but bought it, turning to face the balloon in front of her.

“Don't worry, I got this!” Looey confirmed, giving her a thumbs up. Tisha nodded, and as she did that, the elevator came to a halt and the door opened.

Floor one.

The team stepped out, all going their separate ways.

Meanwhile with Sprout, he was looking around for tapes and other items to snatch. As he did that, he thought about the two things Cosmo said to him that morning. One, who he was doing next, and Two, what he was into.

It was an embarrassing thought, honestly, but can you blame him? He's not the one that told Cosmo to rearrange his guts last night and fuel his pent up energy.

Sprout sighed, taking up another tape from the floor. He scanned the floor for more goodies, turning on his heel when done.

As he walked about, he could see Looey distracting in the corner of his eye. How silly the balloon animal seemed. How he looked quite peaceful despite the situation he was in. The little hop in his step, the gleam in his eyes, the cute smile he wore, his dazzling attire and attractive fac-

Oh.

Oh shit.

Sprout felt his heart skip a beat, his cheeks flushing red. There was no way he was simping over his best friend's boyfriend.

The strawberry grumbled, walking off. He decided it was best to just wait by the elevator until it was time to get on the next floor. Maybe he could recollect his thoughts and shove down the burning feeling in his stomach.

Sprout just stalked by the elevator, pacing back and forth. It wasn't long till the shaft opened, and he could finally step inside. Everyone soon came in one by one. They all seemed to be at perfect health except one- Looey.

The damned rabbit was notorious for getting hit often. Apparently, it made him faster, but it sure was a pain for the healers at times. “Are you serious, Looey? It's the first floor!” Sprout complained, checking how many tapes he had. “Ah, my bad!” The balloon stuck out his tongue with a smile. A stupidly hot smile. “Y'know what I say, whatever doesn't kill me makes me stronger!” He moved to flex his fake muscles, earning a giggle from his partner.

Sprout nearly choked. If he wasn't already red, he's sure his blush would've been evident by now. He looked away, crossing his arms. “Y- Yeah, whatever..” He mumbled. He knew Looey made a silly grin at him, and the thought of it went straight to his groin.

Delilah help him.

A few more floors in and they reached the Christmas floor, floor five. Just to their luck, Twisted Bobette was on the floor.

The sound of bells jingling was loud, and a bit annoying. Looey, being the best boy in the world, went off to distract to the best of his ability. She was fast, and could hear toons pick up items; not good for our loser Sprout.

He tried to sneakily pick up tapes, rushing off to other places as quickly as he could.

Unfortunately for him, he seemed to run straight towards the twisted, a yelp leaving his mouth as he darted to turn around. He heard the heavy footsteps of both Twisted Bobette and Looey, and then an airhorn. The twisted obviously lost interest in Sprout and instead chose to chase the balloon.

While Looey passed Sprout, Bobette hot on his trail, he shouted out: “Be careful, big boy!” The toon laughed, running off.

After that, Sprout stood in place, legs trembling as a familiar dampness speed through his undergarments. He bit his lip, looking to the floor. One thing ran in his mind,

Looey.

The strawberry squeezed his thighs together in hope of getting a bit of friction down there; his feelings were catching up to him. Didn't take long before he was snapped out of his daze by Cosmo pulling him towards the elevator.

“You look like you saw a ghost- and Connie isn't even on this floor!” Cosmo giggled, pushing Sprout closer to the elevator. They had to wait for it to open, though. Soon, Sprout averted his gaze to Cosmo, a lump in his throat.

He took a shaky breath before leaning down to his friend's height and moving to whisper the burning question in her ear.

Cosmo jumped looking at Sprout a bit shocked. At first, Sprout thought he crossed the line and was about to start apologising profusely before Cosmo responded;

“Yeah, sure, I don't mind.” The swiss cake waved Sprout off, completely relaxed. “I can tell him for you, if you want.” She offered, gazing up at the taller toon.

Sprout let out a sigh of relief, nodding. “Please. I think I'll die if I ask.” He groaned, getting a small chuckle from Cosmo. “Whatever you say, Seedly!” She giggled. The name made Sprout grumble and flip Cosmo the bird.

Continuing the run, it seemed to go smoothly. Not much really happened other than a few toons needing heals, but other than that, everything was going just fine. The run soon stopped at floor twenty five, just around the afternoon.

Sprout planned on just heading to his room or the bakery to do something productive, but what he didn't expect was to get stopped by Looey.

“Hey, man! You doing alright?” Looey put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him in close. Sprout's breath hitched as he turned his gaze elsewhere. “U- Uhm yeah! Why ask?” The strawberry toon gulped, trying to ignore how hot he felt. Looey rubbed his shoulder, a warm smile on his face. “You sure? You were all out of it the entire run!” The balloon exclaimed, now pulling Sprout somewhere.

“I'm sure I'm fine- Are YOU fine?” Sprout didn't even notice he was being dragged. Looey made a noise, waving his question off. “Pshh.. I'm just swell! Even better now that you're here with me.” Sprout arched a brow. “Haha.. Huh?” He desperately tried to ignore the pit in his stomach. Looey just grinned at him, his hand now moved to Sprout's own.

Then, next thing the strawberry knows, he's being pushed to a wall. Apparently, Looey had led them to his room. “Mhm!” The balloon eyed Sprout up and down. “I saw how you were looking at me, y'know.” He leaned down to Sprout's ear, his breath hot.

“Uhh.. What do you.. What do you mean..?” Sprout shuddered. Looey laughed, his hands now placed on the other toons’ waist. “Don't play dumb now, buddy. Cosmo told me you wanted to do this.” He pulled him in close, the strawberry's crotch placed on his thigh. “I'm flattered, by the way!” His eyes went half lidded before he leaned to Sprout's neck. “So.. Calm down, and let me take care of ya.” And so, he went to town on the strawberry's neck.

Sprout yelped as Looey bit down, hard. He craned his neck upwards, allowing the toon more access to his throat. For every bite made, Looey would lick it after, soothing. Sprout groaned, feeling the wetness between his thighs return once more. He clenched his legs together, stifling a small moan.

Looey rose up from his neck, admiring the work of art he made. He then hoisted Sprout up, a shriek leaving the strawberry’s mouth as he was lifted into the air; he then nervously wrapped his legs around the balloon animal. Looey kept him on the wall, reaching to rub his crotch, feeling how damp it was.

“Golly, Sprout, wet for me? I feel so appreciated!” He joked, his fingers grazing the hem of Sprout's pants. “Shut it.” The strawberry grumbled, embarrassed. Looey laughed at his response, treading his hand into Sprout's pants and undergarments, his hand roamed until his hands reached what he was searching for.

Sprout whimpered as Looey pressed a finger to his clit. His legs tightened around the balloon, a shaky exhale escaping his lips as they started to rub his trans-manhood. His eyes slowly shut, drool leaking from his mouth as pleasure ran through his veins. The bit of pressure applied to his cunt was enough to make him orgasm, a trill leaving his mouth as he bucked his hips up to Looey.

“Fucking hell..” Sprout murmurer, breathing heavily. Looey smiled, gazing into Sprout's eyes with pure lust. “Good boy, doing so well already.” He praised, pressing a kiss to Sprout’s forehead. The strawberry toon melted, feeling something awaken in him from the small amount of affection. He whined, drawing himself closer to Looey's crotch.

The balloon noticed this and giggled, lifting Sprout off the wall. “Needy are we?” He teased. “Be patient! We're almost at the main course, pretty boy.” More kisses were littered across his frame. His face, shoulders, neck, anywhere Looey could place his lips.

Sprout was plopped onto the bed and forced onto his knees. Looey cupped his face with one hand, using the other to zip down his own pants. He also tugged down his boxers, allowing his hardened dick to spring free. Sprout gulped as he stared at the rubber, biting his lip. “I.. I don't think that's gonna fit..” He spoke quietly, looking up. Looey guffawed, patting Sprout's leaves. “You'll be fine. You took on Cosmo, right?” He reminded.

Sprout narrowed his eyes. “I didn't really look at Cosmo’s ding dong..” He admitted. Looey hummed, “You still could handle him.” Then, next thing Sprout knows, Looey's cock was at his lips. “Oh. I don't know how to uh..” The strawberry trailed off. Looey cupped his face again, making him look up at him. “It's okay, you'll do fine.” The balloon then pushed the tip into his mouth, thrusting in and out at a fine pace.

Sprout had no idea what to do; he had opted to bobbing his head up and down with Looey, occasionally slipping off to lick from top to bottom. That seemed to emit a low groan from the toon before him, pushing Sprout to continue.

He kept on swirling his tongue around the rubber shaft, gagging as Looey bucked his hips forward into his mouth. Sprout choked a little, albeit he kept sucking Looey off, drinking in every little sound he made.

“W- Wanna know why the sun never- never went to college?” Looey spoke up, still whimpering from the sensations on his third leg. Sprout gazed up at him, confused. He hummed, the vibrations making Looey stiffle a moan. “Hngh- Ha.. Be- because it al- already has a million- Mmfph.. Degrees!” He giggles a little before biting his lip.

Sprout rolled his eyes, slipping off his cock. “Do you really tell jokes during sex?” Looey shrugged. “Why not?” He smirked. “Anyway, get on your stomach.” The balloon demanded, pushing Sprout down on the bed. The strawberry complied, turning over onto his belly.

Then, Looey grabbed his hips and hoisted his ass into the air. He curled his fingers around the hem of Sprout's pants and drew them down, leaving his butt bare for Looey to see. “Geez, has anyone ever told you you've got such an ass?” The balloon leaned down to Sprout's ear, smirking. “Eh- Why would people be looking at my butt?! Why are you-” Looey cut him off by pressing his finger to his lips, shushing him. “Let's be quiet from now on, mkay? Don't you wanna be a good boy, Sprout?” He purred.

(The ancientberry img. good lord)

Sprout mumbled, turning away. “Yes..” He confirmed. Looey pat his leaves, standing straight again. “Alright passengers, next station, Sprout! Choo-choo!” The balloon lined up with the strawberry's entrance, wasting no time in pushing in. Sprout moaned, burying his face into the bed. He instinctively gripped the covers, his legs already trembling from the pressure in his cunt.

“Mffgh.. Looey..” Sprout hissed, moving his hips onto Looey's dick, whining in pleasure. “Hey, I'm the one in charge here, be patient.” Looey gave Sprout's ass a firm squeeze, leaving the strawberry in a groaning mess. Didn't take long for him to retract and push forth again, a sound leaving his own lips.

Looey pulled out and rammed in, biting his lip from Sprout's tightness. The strawberry below him was grunting and heaving, mouth agape and drool staining the sheets he lay atop. While wet sounds of body slapping against body, Looey thought this was a great time to crack another joke.

“Why did the chicken- Ngh- cr- cross the road?” He slammed into Sprout again, a yelp escaping him. “Ugh.. To- To get- fuck- to the other side..” Sprout let out a cry of pleasure, opting to bite his tongue to keep quiet. Looey hummed, groping Sprout's ass. “Nope! To get to the idiots house.” He said in between moans, rolling his hips at a decent pace, not too fast or too slow. “Knock-knock.” He buried himself deep into Sprout, finding a spot that made him whimper loudly. Jackpot.

“Who's- hngh! Who's th- there?” The strawberry queries, having tears clouding his vision from the overwhelming feelings. Looey smiled, hovering down to Sprout's ear. “The chicken.”

Sprout's eyes rolled back, tears streaming down his face. “T- The chicken wh- Oh..” He furrowed his brows, a little pissed at the joke. His frustration didn't last long as Looey hit that same spot from before, making him shudder. “Ohh.. Fuck..” He cried, thighs shaking from utter ectascy. “Looey.. I- I'm- ngh!” His words were cut short with groans. The toon above him seemed to get the message, speeding up. “It's okay, pretty boy, go on.” Looey rubbed his back, and pat his leaves for like the fifth time.

Sprout let out another sob; he appreciated all the affection given towards him- So much it made him cry harder than he was before. “Ohh.. My ggoosshh.. Fuckfuckfuck-” He gasped, meeting his peak. He moaned loudly, his eyes fluttering shut as he rode out the last bits of his orgasm. “What a lovely boy.. You did so well.” Looey slowed down before pulling out, leaning down to turn Sprout over onto his back.

“Hah.. Ha.. Hm..” Sprout heaved, feeling sweat roll down his forehead. He opened his eyelets, seeing Looey above him. The balloon formed a warm smile, wiping Sprout's tears with his thumb. “Good morning, lovely.” He snorted. Sprout shook his head, pupils drawing down to Looey's still erect shaft. “You.. You didn't-” “It's fine, I'll ask Cosmo. This was about you, anyway.” The balloon reassured.

Sprout nodded slowly, opting to sit up. His back hurt, and he felt extremely tired. Looey noticed this and pushed him back down, fixing his pants. “Nuh uh, not so fast. Let me take care of ya.” He threw a pillow over Sprout's face and left to get some other stuff.

Sprout ended up staying in Looey's room that evening.

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It was another day in Sprout's room with him and Cosmo. This time, Cosmo wrote down Looey's name and size on the whiteboard.

“Soo.. Found out what you're into yet?” Cosmo asked, twirling the marker in his hand. Sprout yawned, leaning into his bed side more. “Maybe” He rubbed his neck where Looey bit him the previous day. “Hmm.. Praise.” He admitted, acting like he didn't need to look that up beforehand.

Cosmo made a knowing face, turning to write that down onto the whiteboard. “What? Did Looey awake something in you?” She sneered playfully, batting her eyes at Sprout who rolled his own. “Maybe he did, maybe he didn't.” He huffed, folding his arms over his chest. “But, now I'm wondering who I'd be doing next.”

Cosmo made a sound, thinking. “Why not Astro? You like them anyway.” He write down Astro’s name on the board. Sprout gasped, brows furrowing. “No! I'm not doing that- are you crazy?!” He dismissed the idea immediately, snatching the marker from the shorter toon and crossing out Astro’s name. “Oh, sorry then- Is there an um- reason?” Cosmo queried, pupils locked onto Sprout. The strawberry sighed, pinching the space between her eyes. “I can't- I just can't do that to them, ‘kay? I'm uh..” He trailed off, blush flushing up on his cheeks. “.. A little shy.”

Cosmo formed a ‘o’ shape with his lips, nodding understanding. “Plus, I have to meet up with them today- I promised we were gonna spend today together.” Sprout added, scratching his neck. Cos’ eyes trailed to the taller toon's throat, eyes widening. “Woah.” He said subconsciously. “Yeah, I know, I finally made a move.” Sprout said, seeming to not understand what Cosmo was astonished about. His eyes flicked down to the cake roll, arching a brow at her expression. “What?” He tilted his head, confused.

Cosmo shook her own, a sly smile forming. “Nothing! Just surprised you actually asked Astro out.” She lied through her teeth, a mischievous idea forming in her head. Sprout hummed as he turned his head back to the whiteboard, gaze lingering on Cosmo for a few more seconds before looking at the board. “Anyway, get outta here, I gotta clean my room and head out.” He made a shooing motion with his hand, directing Cosmo to leave.

“Oh, alright then.” She rubbed her elbow, fingers grazing the strands of hair on her forearm. “Have fuunn!” He spoke in a sing-sing voice as he ambled to the door. Sprout rolled his eyes again, exhaling softly as Cosmo left. Now, he was left with his thoughts.

As Sprout started to work on clearing up the stuffiness in his room, he felt a heat in his abdomen. Right, he was still pent up and horny as ever. Honestly, Sprout doesn't even know how- He had a good time yesterday and the night before so why was his hormones doing this to him?

Maybe he should've let Cosmo stay, because his thoughts were clouded with Looey. How gentle Looey was with him, his compliments, the sweet actions that occurred the previous day. All of that left him with some arousing spark in his body.

Sprout tried to concentrate on the task at hand, however all his efforts were shut down as images of Looey flashed in his mind. He grumbled, dropping a pillow on his bed. He had to get rid of this feeling and fast, too.

So, Sprout wrapped his scarf around his neck, and ventured out his room in search of a familiar balloon toon.

As he speed walked through the tiled floors of Gardenview, his mind rang out.

LooeyLooeyLooeyLooeyLooeyLooey

He felt a familiar dampness return to his thighs, forcing a shaky sigh out of him.

Sprout's thoughts raced with the balloon, his face hot and flushed as he pondered about what he could do to him.

The strawberry wasn't watching where he was going and ended up bumping into a toon, causing the two to falll backwards, both yelping. “Ah, sorry!” Sprout apologized, gazing up to see who exactly he rammed into.

It was Gigi and she seemed a little pissed. “It's fine.” A sigh left her as she scrambled to her feet, dusting herself off. She moved to lend Sprout a hand– Though hers weren't so visible.

Sprout looked up at her. He hasn't actually gotten a good look at Gigi before so he took this as an opportunity to do so. Her fixed mascara, the small lines of eyeliner, a faint hint of lipgloss; she had good makeup for the toon she was. Her sweater sleeve was off-shoulder and a part of what Sprout assumed was her bra-strap showed. She was also, really pretty.

“So..” Gigi started, snapping Sprout out his thoughts. “You gonna take it or what?” The gachapon waved her hand around. Sprout nodded, taking the help. “Uh- Thanks.” He cleared his throat, also dusting himself off. Gigi nodded, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” She looked Sprout up and down before turning to leave.

As the toon walked off, Sprout stood in place. He shook his head and returned to walking; however, instead of Looey’s name replaying in his head, it was someone else's. Gigi's.

Sprout froze in his tracks, slowly spinning on his heel in the direction Gigi had trut off to. “Hey, Gigi,” Sprout hollered out, jogging up to her. The gachapon turned to look at him, “What?” she arched a brow. Sprout bit his lip, hugging his elbow. “I uh.. Wanted to ask you something..”

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Gigi locked her room door after Sprout stepped inside. She exhaled sharply, gaze now lingering on the strawberry toon in her room.

“Alright, loser. Strip.”

Sprout shuddered, sliding his scarf off. He looked over at Gigi. “Do you have to be so demanding?” He hoisted off his shirt, shivering as cold air pelted onto his skin. Gigi narrowed her eyes, trutting towards him. “You ain't got a say in this, I'm doin’ you a favor. So, it's either you do what I say or get out.” She hissed. Sprout furrows his brows, slipping off his pants and leaving him in undergarments.

Gigi stared at him, pointing down at his panties. “Those too.” She deadpanned. Sprout gulped, soon shimmying his way out of them, now, fully bare for Gigi to see him. The gachapon seemed satisfied, moving to hop to her bed. She got into a comfortable position, drawing off her tights and underwear. “Alright, slut, come get yourself a 5-star meal.” Sprout tried to ignore the names Gigi called him but still complying to what she said.

So he was knelt down between Gigi's legs, staring down at her- “Wait.” Sprout raised a brow. “Why is your coin-slot.. A coin-slot?!” He questioned, absolutely stunned.

Gigi made a displeased noise, moving to grab Sprout's leaves harshly. “Quit talking about how my hooha looks and get licking.” She said, annoyed. The strawberry stammered, looking elsewhere. “I um.. I don't know how to uh..” He trails off, hoping Gigi would get the message.

“Damn, you're really that much of a loser, are you?” She sat up fully. “Just do something, I bet you'll get the hang of it either way.” Sprout hesitantly nodded, pupils locked onto the.. Coin slot in front of him. He exhaled softly before moving to give it a small lick. That seemed to do something cause Gigi made a noise from it.

Sprout gave another lick around the rim of the metal, opting to slobber his tongue wherever he could. He felt the bed shift, assuming Gigi leaned back again as he worked on pleasuring her.

He slid his tongue over her entrance, soon running his tongue in the slot.

“Oh.. Shit..” Gigi grunted, heaving. Sprout took that as a sign to keep going, ramming his tongue in the small area. He felt her slick pelt onto him, lapping up whatever juices she produced. It wasn't everyday you eat someone out.

Gigi groaned, pushing Sprout's head down onto her slot. “Holy- Fuck.” She bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut. “You eat pussy like you're STARVING.” A small laugh came from the gachapon before it slowed into a low moan.

The strawberry ran his tongue across her slit again, licking the surface before diving back inside, running it around her walls. Gigi grit her teeth, feeling herself get close to her peak. “Ngh.. Keep up the good work and.. Hah.. You might get a reward..” She purred between whines, hoping that would etch Sprout to lick faster.

And so he did, skimming heavy licks across her coin-slot. Gigi had her hands tight on Sprout's leaves, tugging on them as she chased for her peak.

She finally came, letting out a shaky yelp. Sprout opted to keep licking till she rode out the last feelings of ecstasy.

“Alright,” Gigi breathed out, letting loose of Sprout's head. “Get up here.” She pat the space next to her, rolling up her sleeves. Sprout complied, of course, hopping up onto Gigi's bed. “Here's a reward for being such a good boy.” She snickered, spreading Sprout's legs wide. Since he was already sopping wet, she didn't feel the need to get her fingers in her mouth, just sticking them into Sprout's hole.

“Gnh-” The strawberry whimpered, shutting his eyes. Gigi curled her fingers around his walls, feeling him clench under her touch. “Huh, thought you'd be looser than this by now.” She commented, making Sprout peak an eye open. “Wh- What..?” He said between a gasp.

Gigi just laughed, eyeing the toon. “The walls are thin, Sprout.” She snickered at Sprout's reaction. “I-” His sentence was cut off as Gigi fingered a spot that made him cry out. “Ooohhh.. ffucckk..” He moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The gachapon added another finger, scissoring in and out of Sprout's throbbing cunt.

Sprout started to cry, again, feeling the familiar streaming down his cheeks. Gigi took notice of this, arching her brow. “Do you normally cry like this?” She slowed down, hoping she wasn't bringing any discomfort. Sprout heaved, nodding. “Y- yeah- Oh- Keep going..” He bit back a moan, eyebrows furrowed. Gigi found that amusing, curling her fingers in his cunt once more. “You really are pathetic.” She giggled, shaking her head.

Sprout ignored that comment, just focused on reaching his high. He bucked his hips upwards, another wail escaping his lips. Gigi came to a halt, staring at Sprout. “I didn't tell you to do that.” She retracted her hand, crossing her arms. Sprout scoffed, disappointed. “Hey, w- what was that for! You can't do that-” Gigi faked a loud yawn, rolling her eyes. “But I did, now get out and go finger yourself, slut.” She pointed to her door.

Sprout grumbled, sliding off her bed. He was so close too.

The strawberry slipped on his clothes, feeling the uncomfortable slick in his panties and the occasional horniness in his stomach. He gave Gigi one last glance before leaving her room.

“Stupid..” He murmured, arms crossed. He suddenly felt as if he was forgetting something.

“Oh shit! Astro!” Sprout exclaimed, rushing off to go find the moon. He didn't even notice his lack of an clothing item.

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“I'm so sorry I'm late- I uh- something came up.” Sprout rambled, taking a seat next to Astro. The moon smiled, waving him off. “It's fine..” They looked up at Sprout before their eyes trailed to his neck, eyes widening. “Oh..” Astro looked away. Sprout arched his brow, confused. “Huh? Is something wrong..?”

Astro shook their head, clutching their blanket. “I- Um- It's..” They felt their cheeks heat up, knowing it had turned purple. Astro's gaze trailed to their lap, kicking their feet softly. “Your neck..” He mumbled. Sprout was perplexed for a bit before gasping, using his shirt collar to cover his throat. “Oh my gosh..” He gulped, embarrassed. Astro wasn't meant to see that.

The two went quiet after that. Astro felt like he ruined the moment by pointing it out; Sprout felt like he disgusted the other someway. And now, neither didn't know what to say to each other.

“Uhm..” Astro started, his voice small. “I don't think you're uh.. Weird or anything..” He admit, refusing to look at Sprout.

The strawberry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. “Yeah.. Let's just-” He cleared his throat, lifting up his shirt collar so it hid his neck. “Just move on..”

Earlier… .

Cosmo sat besides Looey, messing with his friendship bracelet. “Yknow, Loo’” He started, gazing up at the balloon. “His neck is very visible with or without the scarf.” She snickered, squinting her eyes. Looey huffed, holding back a cackle. “I know,” He nudged Cosmo's side. “That's the point.”

Cosmo then erupted into laughter. Those two are just evil.

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“You fucked a main?”

Connie stared at Gigi wide eyed, absolutely astonished. The gachapon nodded, leaning back in Connie's bed. “Yeahhh, it's not all that shocking though, Sprout's a huge bottom.” She shrugged, reaching into her head. “And, I got my hands on something from him too- He's kinda dumb.” She pulled out the main's scarf, dropping it on the mattress. Connie blinked, staring at the item. “Was he good at least?” She asked, just intrigued.

Gigi waved her hands around. “I guess,” She recalled the events from the previous day. “He eats pussy like it's a five course meal- pathetic, honestly.” She snickered. Connie shook her head, “I feel like you're just into degrading people- You enjoyed it.” She folded her arms under her chest. Gigi smirked, nodding. “You know me so well.” She batted her eyes. “And, I'm pretty sure he's going around and just banging every one- probably-” She tapped her chin. “I'm just lucky to get him early before he's all stretched out.” The ghost giggled. “Gross, girl..”

Gigi returned the laugh, folding her arms. “It's true!” She had a fond smile on her face. “He's also a cryer.. If he doesn't control that, it might turn into someone's weird kink.” She explained, laid back on a pillow. Connie rolled her eyes. “You're one to talk about weird kinks, degrader.” She joked. Gigi flipped her off playfully before continuing her story. “But, honestly, if he's going around and sleeping with everyone, I'd get a slice from now, just sayin.”

Connie didn't respond, seeming lost in thought. “Y’know,” She hopped off her bed. “I think I want a piece of that..” The ghost rubbed her hands together, grabbing her hat from her nightstand, plopping it on her head. “Be back in a bit, girl. I have a main to find..” She sniggered, phasing through her room door.

Meanwhile with the main of the topic, he was feeling absolutely humiliated.

“It was so embarrassing, Cos! How could I let this happen to me?!” Sprout groaned, face in his hands while he was sitting back to back with Cosmo on some stairs. The cake shrugged, thinking of a response to comfort his friend. “He did say he wasn't weirded out, right?” She felt Sprout nod. “Then, it shouldn't be too bad.” She reassured, a small smile on her face. Sprout whined, slouching down. “I feel like he has it photographed in his brain, so whenever they'll see me, they'll see that too.” He sighed.

Cosmo thought of another reply. “Don't be so negative,” She said. “Think of the good things- You finally asked Astro to hang out!” She nudged Sprout's arm. “Well.. Yeah, but-” “But nothing!” The cake roll interrupted, smiling. “You basically called for a date and it went pretty well. One little mishap isn't gonna stop them from liking you, man.”

The strawberry was silent, Cosmo's words running through his head. Despite the utter embarrassment he endured during the hang out, it was still nice just to be around Astro for the remainder of it.

“I guess you're right,” He agreed, his nerves relaxing. However, ubknowest to him, Cosmo was internally celebrating for cheering up his friend. “Yeaah.. Now, don't go moping around all day, bud.” She added, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Sprout huffed, laughing a bit at the comment. “Whatever.”

The two fell into a comfortable silence after that, the only noise was the buzzing of the lights and chatter from elsewhere.

“Yo, what uppp!” Connie appeared out of nowhere.

The two yelped and clung onto each other, staring up at the ghost toon for a minute. They glanced at one another before letting go and turning to Connie again, a little pissed. “The hell was that for!?” Sprout questioned, raising his brow. Connie rubbed the back of her neck, chuckling nervously. “Haha.. My bad, my bad.” She half-heartedly apologized. “How long were you even there…” Cosmo felt the need to query, just incase she was eavesdropping on the two's conversation.

Connie’s face paled for a bit before she put on another smile. “I just got here..!” She said with not much persuasion. Cosmo raised a brow at her, not buying it. The ghost glanced to the side. “Uhh.. Anyway,” She looked at the two toons and their displeased expressions. “-mind if I borrow Sprout for a bit?” She queried, folding her arms with a grin.

Sprout and Cosmo turned to each other again, then back at Connie. “Why?” Sprout asked with suspicion. Connie waved him off, placing her hand on her hip. “Oh, yknow.. Just wanna talk about.. Stuff.. Yeah.” She stated. The strawberry didn't believe her. “What kind of stuff?” He asked again, arms crossed.

Connie's smile fell and she just stared at him with not much emotion. “Dude, just c'mon. I'm not gonna murder you or anythin’.” She deadpanned. Sprout's suspicion fell and he shrugged, getting up. “Okay,” He dusted himself off, gazing down at Cosmo for a bit. “Be back, Cos’.” He said as he trampled down the staircase with Connie.

Cosmo watched as the two left, slowly waving. “Bye-bye..” He exhaled, placing his hands in his lap.

“He's soo getting fucked.”

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“What'd you need me for anyway?” Sprout asked as Connie led him on to the bakery. “It better not be for making anything.” He added. Connie scoffed, “Whaat? Nah, I don't really need to eat.” She wrapped an arm around his shoulder, leaning in. “But, I guess you could show me how to bake somethin’.. Totally.” The ghost trailed off, narrowing her eyes.

As the two approached the large kitchen Sprout and Cosmo would use daily, Sprout sighed. “Alright, fine.” He moved himself from around Connie and to the counter. “If you wanted that you could've just said so, dude.” He reached to a cupboard to pull out a cookbook. “Didn't need to be so dark and mysterious- You're not that guy.” He added, flipping through the book.

Connie didn't appreciate that statement and drifted towards him, placing her hands on his waist. “Excuse me?” She said, placing her chin on his shoulder.

Sprout froze, eyes wide. “Wh- Connie..?” He stammered, glancing at her. The ghost giggled, trailing her hand to his cheeks. FACE. cheeks, squishing them and making him face her. “A little birdie told me you're doing people favors,” She purred, moving her other hand to Sprout's butt, groping it. The strawberry whimpered, knees nearly buckling to her. “I- Who-?” Connie shushed him. “None of y'business, man.” She tutted. “Anyway, go on,” She let go of him, backing up a bit. “Bake.”

Sprout gulped, averting his attention back to the recipe book. He flipped another page for a easy pastry, settling on some cupcakes.

“Uhm..” He glanced at Connie, steadily moving to get the ingredients. Some flour, eggs, baking powder.. All that jizz.

Then, it was when he needed to bend down to get a large bowl from the bottom cabinet when he paused. He's seen this too many times in pornos.

The ghost glared at him. “Why'd you stop?” She quipped. Sprout opened his mouth to speak before closing it. Truly, he did find Connie a little hot. So.. Maybe this wasn't the worst thing in the world.

Sprout kneeled down to the cabinet, searching for what he needed. He could feel her lustful gaze on him, sending a shiver down his spine.

Hands grasping the bowl, Sprout brought himself back up to the counter– Just to be bent over on it by Connie.

He yelped, not expecting such a bold move. He turned his head to the side, attempting to get a look at Connie. “What are you trying?” He asked. The ghost laughed from behind him, pressing a finger to the hem of his shirt, lifting it a bit. “Stuff…” She responded with a giggle.

Sprout rolled his eyes, arching his back so he could properly do what was doing. While he measured out the flour, he felt Connie mess with his pants buckle, soon slipping it off.

Was he really that down bad for anyone that could top him? Gosh.

Sprout tipped a bit of salt into the bowl, realizing he needed to get the baking powder which wasn't in his reach. It seemed a bit farther than before.. Knowing Connie, she probably did that when he wasn't paying attention.

With a sigh, Sprout tried to move closer to the item, only to get his hands to his back. “What the-?” He glared at Connie. “Connie, I need the baking powder..” He acknowledged, hoping she'd free his arms. Instead, she drew them towards her more. “You didn't ask.” She stated, using her other hand to unzip Sprout's pants. The strawberry whined. “I don't need to ask.” He narrowed his eyes.

Connie hummed. “Well,” She used the hand that was on his zipper to grab something. “Guess you won't need this.” She then shoved his scarf in his face, making his eyes widen. “How did you-” “I have my ways.” She shut him up. “Now, be a good little strawberry, and stay-” She leaned him down into the counter. “Still.”

Sprout felt Connie bind his hands together with the scarf, limiting how much control he had. She then slipt his pants off, leaving him in his underwear.

“Hello Kitty? Seriously?” Connie snickered. Sprout would scoff, blushing in embarrassment. “Wh- Who are you to judge?!” He grunted. The ghost paid him no mind, pressing a finger to his asshole, causing him to squeak.

Connie seemed to already have her tentacle out as it pressed up against Sprout's ass, writhing for attention.

The strawberry toon hissed from how cold it felt, squeezing his eyes tightly. He's never done anal before, so this was quite scary.

A second or so passed before Connie pushed into Sprout, making his legs buckle underneath her. She wrapped a hand around his neck, pulling him up to her face. “Didn't I tell you to stay still?” She tugged on the scarf bounding his arms. Sprout hesitantly nodded, whimpering. Connie set him back down, retracting a bit before slamming back into him.

Sprout cried out, biting his lip harshly. It didn't even occur to him how they were in a public space and bound to get caught if he was too loud.

Connie bucked her hips to his ass, ramming herself into his tight hole. Sprout moaned loudly- He tried shutting himself up by biting his lip to shut himself up, but Connie's thrusts made it impossible for him to even speak, overtaken by the loud moans coming out of him.

“OH FUCK!” He screamed, tears working their way down his cheeks. “OOOFFGHH- FFUCK..!” Sprout keened, arching his back. Meanwhile, Connie was enjoying herself, placing her free hand on his hips and bringing him forth to her, fucking him harshly.

With how loud he was being, someone surely heard them; but Sprout was too overcome by pleasure to even register his volume levels, just shrieking higher and higher each time Connie dug her tentacle in him.

Sprout whined, knees shaking below him. “mmMPH- C- CONNIEEE!~” Sprout felt a strong sensational wave of pleasure across his body when Connie thrusted herself deep inside of him. He was drooling. He couldn't keep himself shut; he was moaning non-stop.

Sprout felt himself reach his peak, letting out a hefty yelp of pleasure as he did. Even though he finished, Connie still fucked into him relentlessly, keeping his ass up to her cock.

She basiday violated it- but with pleasure; stuffing her member deep into his hole till Sprout choked out a keen, still grunting with every push. She found his main spot, a grin creeping up her face as she rammed into it repeatedly.

The ghost finally let go of the scarf(his hands still restraint), pressing her finger to his cunt, rubbing it.

Sprout felt so many overwhelming feelings and tears couldn't stop streaming down his face. His mouth was agape with drool and spit landing on the counter. For some reason it went everywhere but in the bowl of ingredients. What witchcraft is this..

Connie gripped Sprout's leaves tightly with low grunts, chasing her own peak with every thrust. She felt slick touch the digits near Sprout's pussy, signifying he might've cum again.

“Oooohhhgghh.. Connie.. ffuuucckkk..” Sprout hummed, gritting his teeth. He was a moaning mess, barely able to keep himself up anymore as he legs were close to giving out. “Almost..” Connie grunted, pushing herself up to Sprout's ear as she said that.

Sprout couldn't take much anymore, the ecstasy starting to overstimulate him.

“C- Connie..” He whimpered, dragging his teeth against each other. “Mhm..” Connie took a breath.

Finally, her thrusts started to get sloppy, hinting she was near to climax. It took a minute or so for her to bury herself deep into Sprout's ass, releasing tons of ectoplasm in his hole.

The two stayed there, panting heavily. Connie decided to untie Sprout's scarf, removing it from his hands and letting them fall to his sides.

She slowly pulled out of him, scanning as her form of semen leaked from him. “Sheesh,” She commented, wiping fake sweat off her forehead. “You're loud.” She laughed a bit, taking another deep breath.

Sprout was too out of it to even respond, his legs giving out and he fell to the floor with a thud.

Connie stared at him, almost looking with concern before Sprout gave her a shaky thumbs up. “I- I'm.. I'm fine..” He sheepishly uttered, said hand dropping down to rest on his chest as he regained some strength.

“Okie-dokie then!” She shrugged, fixing herself up. Her tentacle retracted back into her abdomen.. Or wherever it came from, and she buttoned back up her shirt. She took a minute to tidy her hair, making sure she looked completely normal before taking Sprout's scarf and placing it on him.

“Don't stay there for too long or someone might see you.” She said, floating back from him. Sprout didn't really reply, only groaning.

“Yeah..” Connie looked away. She made finger guns before poofing outta there– Leaving Sprout butt-naked in the kitchen.

A win at what cost..

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“Cosmo..”

“Cosmo!”

“Cooossmoooo… .”

“COSMO!!”

Sprout laid on his bed, groaning. It had been two days after his encounter with Connie and he was being quite annoying about it.

Cosmo was sat on the floor, doing everything in his power to ignore Sprout; it wasn't working since he had to finally give in and reply to the strawberry's calling.

“What? What is it this time?” She sighed, glaring at the main toon. Sprout made a noise, throwing his hand over his forehead dramatically. “My butt hurt.. It hurt, Cosmo..” He whined, peeking a glance at his friend.

Cosmo stared at him with a ‘bffr” face. “What am I supposed to do about that?” He asked, arching his brow. Sprout grumbled loudly, picking up a pillow and flinging it at the pastry. “I dunno! Just make me feel better..” He sighed, making a fake tear roll down his face.

Cosmo caught the pillow, “Sprout, this sounds like a you problem more than mine.” He flung the pillow back at him, smirking at his sounds of annoyance. Sprout took the pillow off his face, leaning up in his bed. “Hey, you're the reason I even started doing this!” His eyes flashed to the whiteboard which had a new name etched onto it.

Instead of Connie's size, it had ‘Tentacle– Ectoplasm as cum???’. Most likely Cosmo being just as confused Sprout was when it happened.

Cosmo made a noise, nodding. “Yeahhh.. You're right, lol.” He giggled. Sprout stared at him displeased, rolling his eyes afterwards.

“I've gotta get out my room..” He muttered, throwing his legs off the bed. He winced a little before finally stepping onto the floor. Cosmo watched him closely. “If you fall; I won't catch you, y’know.” She stated, making sure to put her knees up to her chest and hold them.

Sprout mocked her, taking a few steps with his hand placed on his lower back. “I can walk just fine, thank you.” He stuck his tongue out, ambling towards his mirror and taking a good look at himself.

Sprout blinked, gazing into the reflection of himself. He squinted his eyes, pupils trailing over every feature his body had. The mess of his leaves, the small seed-like freckles across his cheeks and later his shoulders and elsewhere.

He placed a hand to his chest. It was somewhat flat, yeah, he could feel the lines of scars under where his bust would've been at. Sprout frowned, letting out a heavy exhale.

“Cosmo-” “Yeah, you're hot.” Cosmo blurted without letting Sprout finish. The strawberry turned to look at him puzzled, a small tint of red on his skin. “Huh?” He sounded. Cosmo gazed up at him. “Were you not gonna ask me that?” She quipped. Sprout shook his head, “I was gonna ask if I looked manly enough.” He said sheepishly.

“Oh.” Cosmo squeaked. “Yes. Why?” She adds. Sprout sighed, averting his gaze at the mirror again. “I don't know.. I just-” He paused for a minute, looking at his reflection from head to toe. “Just.. In my feelings I guess.” The strawberry murmured, crossing his arms.

Cosmo scoffed, standing up to walk on over to him. The two were now in the mirror gazing at each other's reflections. “Sprout, you're the most manliest main out there in all of GardenView, I don't know who's telling you otherwise, but you are.” He stated firmly, wrapping her fingers around Sprout's. “Manlier than Dandy, he's a twink, manlier than Vee, she's a chick, and pebble is a dog so it doesn't count.” He squeezed his hand. “At this point, you might as well be the definition of man.”

Sprout giggled at that, wiping his eyes. “Thanks, dude.” He smiled at the shorter toon, giving her a side hug. “Thanks a lot.”

Cosmo returned the gesture and the two stayed like that for a few seconds. Once they parted, Sprout opened his mouth to speak. “I'm gonna.. Get out my room now.. Been in here too long.” He took a breath, walked up to his door. “You coming?” He glanced at the cake roll who stayed back.

“Uh..” Cosmo looked around. “Your beds comfier than mines- I'm taking five.” She shrugged, skipping on over to the mattress and swan-diving onto it. Sprout shook his head, “Whatever, Cos’.” He left the room at that.

Outside, Sprout took the elevator down to the main floor, just walking around and basking in the winter aura. He passed a few toons, waving to them– Some waved back sweetly while others had a knowing grin on their faces. Sprout paid no mind to that though!

As he walked, he noticed Bobette and Ginger huddled up together on a bench– Like any normal couple would.

He hadn't spoken to the Christmas toons in a hot minute, so maybe he could now!

“Hey, you two.” Sprout approached them with a small smile. The two returned the gleam, waving. “Hi, Sprout! What's up?” Bobette replied, one arm in the bench rest while the other was wrapped around Ginger.

Sprout waved them off. “Ah, nothing much.. And you guys?” He queried. “Oh, you know, the usual.. Just enjoying the holidays.” Bobette said. Sprout raised a brow. “Christmas was last week though?” He tilted his head. The ornament made a noise. “Yeaaahh, but it's not January yet! I can still sense the Christmas spirit around here.” She noted. Ginger giggled a bit, poking her arm. “You're starting to sound like Rudie..” She said warmly.

Bobette thought about it before nodding with a small laugh. “I guess I am.” She ran her hand through Ginger's frosting hair.

Sprout watched the two lovers. Part of him craved something they had. The bond they shared– He wanted it.

No- He wanted them.

Sprout narrowed his eyes, placing his hands behind his back. “Can I.. Ask you guys something?” He started in a hushed tone. Ginger and Bobette glanced at one another before Ginger replied. “Uhm.. Sure?” She cleared her throat.

“Okay.. Don't think I'm weird for this or anything but..”

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Bobette shut the closet door behind her, turning to face the other two once she flicked on the lights. “Quite the dreams you got there, Sprout.” She said with a light chuckle, trying to cover the flustered look she wore.

Sprout hummed. “I guess you could say that..” He mumbled. Ginger was almost as red as said strawberry, just twirling a strand of her hair and standing awkwardly. “So.. How did you want to.. Do this?” She asked shyly, avoiding to look at either of the two. Sprout looked around the room, taking in all the features. He pointed to a chair that was.. Just there conveniently, “Maybe one of you sit down.” He offered.

Bobette and Ginger shared a knowing gaze before Bobette went to sit, kicking her feet slightly. “Next?” She questioned at the same time. “Uhh..” Sprout pressed a finger to his lips. “What do you have.. Down there?” He finally said. “Oh- Well..” Bobette narrowed her eyes. “It's a bit weird to explain-” “I've seen weirder things. Trust me.” Sprout exclaimed with a sigh, thinking back to the previous toons he'd slept with.

Ginger giggled a bit. “What a confession..” She spoke up. The strawberry nodded, gazing at the floor.

“Actually,” Bobette straightened up in the seat. “You've never topped before, right? I think it's better if I take the wheel from here.” She stated. That.. Kind of turned Sprout on. He nodded a bit too quickly, hands stuck to his sides. “Alrighty..” She cleared her throat, raising a finger to Sprout and pointing down to his pants. “Take those off, now.” She paused. “-Please!” She quickly added. Sprout chuckled. “You don't have to be nice.” He complied with the order.

Bobette ignored that claim, averting her stare to Ginger. “C'mere, sweetie.” The cookie stepped on over with a small pep in her step. Bobette brought her closer to her face, whispering something to her. “Uh-huh.. Mhm- Oh- Oh.” Ginger's cheeks went a bright red and she hesitantly glanced at Sprout. “Okay..” She took a breath before going behind the strawberry and pushing him up to Bobette.

As she did that, Bobette slid her dress up a bit, just enough so her lower half where she wore tights was shown. “I uh.. Think you know what to do from here, Sp- Sprout.” Ginger said shyly, watching the strawberry who gulped and nodded.

Sprout put his hands on the hem of Bobette's tights and undergarments, pulling it just so he could get a glimpse of whatever he was dealing with.

“Woah.” He blurted, staring at the thing in front of him. “That is one big-”

“H- Hey now-” Bobette interrupted him, her face a shade redder than before. Sprout's eyes widened as he inspected the member.

“Why’s it spiky.”

Bobette narrowed her eyes, putting her two pointer fingers together. “Don't know.. I rather not question it.” She said with a small hint of nervousness in her voice.

Sprout tilted his head, taking in every aspect of the tentacle like it was a painting. “Wait-” He gazed up at Bobette. “How does somebody sit on this?” He asked curiously.

The ornament made a noise, her pupils trailing to Ginger who was just standing behind Sprout. Once the cookie noticed the silence in the room, her cheeks went pink and she looked away, messing with a strand of her hair. “Y- You get used to it..” She responded in a hushed tone.

That was enough for Sprout. “Got it..” He squinted his eyes at the shaft in front of him. An idea popped up in his head and he decided to act on it; opening his mouth and dragging his tongue across it.

“Oh…” Bobette bit her lip, not expecting that. While Sprout licked around her THING(I am so sorry idk what to fucking call this lady's dick), Bobette made a motion for Ginger to come over again.

The two shared a quick kiss, Ginger drinking in Bobette's grunts. Once the two parted, a small string of saliva connected their lips to which Bobette broke with her finger. She noticed how much glances Ginger took at Sprout and the activity he was doing and she opted to comment on it.

“You sure you're just gonna stand there, hun?” She quipped before stifling a gasp. Ginger nodded, rubbing her elbow. “Yeah.. I don't know why but-” She averted her gaze down to the other main in the room. “I kinda.. Like watching.” Her voice turned into a quiet whisper that was somehow loud enough for her girlfriend to hear. Bobette's lips curled into a playful smile and she used her arm to wrap around Ginger's waist, bringing her in close. “Didn't know you were.. Hmph.. Into cuckolding, love.” She teased.

Ginger's face spasmed as she searched for an excuse. “I- Uh- No- I just-” Bobette gave her another kiss, rubbing her hand up and down her abdomen. “It's okay! No judgement here.” She reassured. The cookie let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, placing a hand on her cheek.

Suddenly, Bobette made a pleasured noise, her gaze snapping back to Sprout who was going town on her cock. He bobbed his head up and down on the member, occasionally tracing his tongue from top to bottom before giving it a harsh suck.

(eat yo food bitch damn! the fuck u actin all crazy for/ref)

Bobette let out a shaky breath, her eyebrows furrowed. “Damn, Sprout..” She whimpered. The strawberry slipped off her dick, looking up at her. “Sorry- Got a bit.. Carried away.” He glanced at Ginger who was just.. Staring. He shook his head, turning back to Bobette.

He stood up, placing his hands on Bobette’s thighs. “Alright, gimme a boost.” And she did, holding his lower half and helping him to hover over her cock.

Sprout placed his hands on her shoulder, steadying himself as he slowly lowered down into the prong. A small whine left his lips as he felt the sharp buds on his skin, feeling them drag against his walls. “Take.. Take your time.” Bobette patted his head, being as nice as possible.

Sprout bit his lips, the smooth, but rough feeling both pleasured him and pained him. He couldn't tell if he was into this or not.

Once finally sat on the ornaments lap, he let out a heavy sigh, throwing his head forwards. “Shit..” He drew out, eyes squeezed shut. “You alright there?” The other main queried, hands placed on his waist. Sprout nodded, flickering open his eyes. “Y- Yeah..” He took another breath. “Just.. Gimme a minute.” He whined.

Bobette nodded, eyes averting to Ginger again. “So..” She trailed off. The cooked looked at her, holding her elbow. “So..?” She repeated. “Would our audience- who is very gorgeous, by the way,” Bobette flirted which made Ginger giggle a bit. “-want uhm.. Anything specific.?” She tilted her head. Ginger thought for a minute. “Uhh..” She gazed down before putting on her best tv-show host expression. “The audience thinks.. Uh.. Humiliation would be fine for the..” She looked at Sprout. “...Bottom.. Not-twink..?” She sheepishly grinned.

Sprout snapped his eyes to her. “Seriously?” He scoffed. Ginger shrugged. “I- I dunno.. First thing that came to mind, okay!” She laughed a bit. Bobette snorted, stifling a laugh herself. “I am forever quoting you on that, babe.” She pinched the space between her eyes. Ginger covered her face. “Noooo..” She fake complained.

The room fell silent again– Just until Sprout lifted himself up a bit then fell back down on Bobette’s hard tentacle. “Oh.. Oh my..” He hissed out. The girl shifted her legs. “Here,” She held him up before dropping him down. “Yknow, Sprout,” She rocked his hips against her. “-has anyone ever told you how bad you are at this?” Bobette spoke lowly, locking eyes with him.

Sprout groaned, fingers curling into her shoulders. His eyes squeezed shut, a gasp escaping his lips. Bobette rolled his hips on her groin again, tracing circles on his thighs. “Imagine if I- Hah.. Told someone about your.. Side quests. How would they look at you?” She grinned. Sprout moaned at the prodding of the sharp buds across his walls, making more lewd noises each time he went back down onto the tentacle. He felt full- So very full. He almost thought you could see a bulge through his stomach– You couldn't. But, one can dream..

Sprout soon had his arms wrapped around Bobette's neck as she rocked his hips deeper onto her cock. “I mean.. Can you believe it?” The ornament kept talking, gritting her teeth while moving against Sprout. “What would happen if I told them about your.. Liking to Hello Kitty?” She huffed, feeling Sprout's tightness on her prong.

The strawberry shook his head, eyes wide. “You- fuck! You wouldn't.. Mmpffh..!” His eyes rolled back. Bobette narrowed her own, humming. “Oh, but I would.” She growled in a seductive tone.

(Do y'all think ginger is just watcin ts like it's a 5 star movie.)

Sprout mewled, mouth agape. He fixed his gaze into Bobette's, taking a breath before demanding; “Go..fffassterrrr..” He tried to switch the roles just to get his ass humiliated for it. “Who're you talking to like that?” Bobette sinked her nails into his skin, arching her brow. She did comply with the request, but at a cost.

“HOLY SHIT!” Sprout keened, throwing his head back. He tightened his grip on Bobette's neck as she bounced him off and on her dick. “What a- Ooh..” She exhaled before continuing. “What a loser boy..” She groaned. “Thinking he's so big.. And tough..” She slammed him down onto her dick, hitting a spot that made Sprout cry out. “But he's just a- a big loser- hah.. A loser that wears Hello Kitty panties!” Her smirk faltered for a minute before returning as she thrusted deep into the Strawberry's hole.

“Fuck- FUCK! I'm close-up I'm so fucking close OOHH!” Sprout drooled, feeling the familiar knot in his stomach. Bobette rammed into him, pressing him down on her harshly. “Do you deserve that?” She cooed; the boy nodded frantically. “Yes- YES! PLEASE!” He moaned loudly.

Bobette scoffed, rocking her hips forth. “Damn.. You really are a loser..” She breathed out. Sprout whimpered, feeling himself peak. He let out a loud scream, riding out the feeling of pure ecstasy.

Bobette also stopped moving him, just resting her hands at her side. While Sprout took a bit to regain his strength, she took this as the opportunity to question him.

“You alright?” She said sweetly- As if she wasn't just degrading and humiliating him a second ago.

Sprout made a noise, hesitantly nodding. He wiped his eyes- Which for once, weren't clouded with tears. “Y- Yeah..” He said, voice hoarse from his yelling.

The strawberry slowly slid off Bobette, shakily backing into the closet wall. He took a few breaths, before reaching to get his belongings.

He drew on his pink Hello Kitty underwear, then reached to put on his pants. He didn't bother to fix his belt, only throwing the hem of his shirt over it.

Sprout took a minute to make sure he had everything before gazing up at the two girls in the room with him.

“Uh..” He cleared his throat. “No.. No weird feelings or anything… We're chill- Right?” He out his pointer fingers together shyly.

Ginger and Bobette responded at the same time. “It's all good, man! You're fine.” “It's okay..”

Sprout made an awkward smile. “Yeaaahh.. Okay..” He made his way on over to the closet door. “Uh.. Thanks, by the way.” He said before opening the door, leaving and shutting it back.

Now Bobette and Ginger were alone.

The ornament made the first move. “So..” She whistled. “You new around here?-” Ginger cut her off with a giggle. “Alright, alright, I'm coming..” She moved in front of Bobette and well.. You know what happened next.

Chapter Text

A scream of utter horror emitted from Sprout's room. If you passed by, you'd assume someone was getting murdered– But no, it was actually just Cosmo.

“You slept with my COUSIN?!” Cosmo shrieked, staring at Sprout with wide eyes. “W- Well not really-” “AND HER GIRLFRIEND?!” Sprout fell silent, a blush of embarrassment flushing across his face. Cosmo gasped, eyebrows furrowed. “Listen!” Sprout started, tugging at his scarf. “What happened was-” Cosmo screamed again, jumping up and placing his hand on Sprout's mouth. “I do NOT want to hear about that!” He stated firmly. “C'mon, what kind of sicko do you think I am? Don't tell me about you banging my cousin, dude!” She shook her head, taking her hand from the strawberry's lips.

Sprout out his hands on his hips. “I didn't fuck your cousin, fatass-” “You fucked her girlfriend though, huh?” Sprout narrowed his eyes. “Well, yeah, but-” Cosmo groaned, facepalming. “I- I can't believe this!” She started to pace around the room, hands on head. “You had sex with my cousin's girlfriend… NO!” She whined.

Sprout watched Cosmo, part of him felt guilty while the other part found this amusing. Then, Cosmo came to a halt in front of him. “Was she watching or some shit!?” Sprout nodded. “NOO!”

The strawberry finally laughed, holding his chest as he analyzed Cosmo having a crash-out.

The pastry turned to Sprout again, looking pissed. “This conversation isn't over.” He hissed before storming out the room.

Sprout stared at his slammed door for a minute before starting to cackle.

Outside with Cosmo, he was making his way on to his boyfriend's room, fuming.

“LOOEY!” Cosmo growled, stomping over to the door. He started to bang rapidly on it. “LOOEY!!” She shrieked.

The door opened mid-knock, Cosmo almost hitting Looey. The balloon moved out the way, gazing down at Cosmo with concern. “Yeah?” He rubbed his elbow. Cosmo stormed into the room, arms crossed. Looey turned to him, glancing outside as he shut the door. He walked up to his her and sat on it, eyeing Cosmo who started to pace around the room. “What happened?” The balloon asked sweetly.

Cosmo let out a guttural grumble, clenching his fists. “Sprout.” She said between gritted teeth. “Sprout fucked my cousin's girlfriend with her WATCHING!” She shrieked. Looey blinked. “And.. That's bad because..?” He arched his brow confusedly. “Because-” Cosmo stopped pacing, thinking. “I dunno. I'm just mad.” He continued to walk around.

Looey snickered, shaking his head. “Well, what're you gonna do?” He said between laughs. Cosmo still galloped around the room, finger to his chin as he thought. He suddenly smiled devilishly, turning to face Looey with his idea.

“I have the perfect idea,” He stepped up to the balloon. “And, I think you might like it, too.” Looey leaned in, curiously. “Do tell.”

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Sprout hummed as he whisked away at some batter. He was making cupcakes– Just as a snack. He mixed the ingredients up, firm grip in the whisk as he did this. He had his tongue stuck out, slightly biting his lip.

The strawberry toon soon finished his whisking, reaching for the cupcake molder tin thing I forgot the name. He hovered the fully whisked batter over the places where the cupcakes would bake, filling each to the brim. Once done, he moved on over to the already heated oven. He'd open it, wincing from the heat as he slid in the tray.

Sprout stood up, dusting his hands off and wiping small beads of sweat off his forehead. He turned on his heel, heading back over to the counter.

At the counter, he started to clean up the area, putting back flour, baking powder and other materials he needed for baking.

Sprout then yelped as he felt a hand grip his ass; forcing him to spin around to see whoever did it.

“Uh- Looey?” He trailed off, glancing away a bit. The balloon animal smiled, hands behind his back. “Heya, Sprout!” He said sweetly. “Just making sure you're doing alright..” He stepped up to the strawberry, eyes locked with his own. Sprout nodded, glancing away. “I- I'm fine.. Why ask?” His hands gripped the counter as he pressed up against it, inching away from Looey.

Looey placed a hand on his shoulder, the other trailing to his waist. “Nothing, can't I make sure my friend is alright?” He cooed at the other.

Sprout half-heartedly laughed, feeling a heat rush to his cheeks and groin. “Haha.. Yeah.. It's okay.. Just-” He gulped, feeling Looey move his hand to his bottom again. “Don't sneak up on me..” He choked out, biting his lip.

Looey stepped back at that, placing his hands on his hips. “Okie dokie then!” He turned to skip away. “Later, Seedly!”

Sprout blinked, trying to process what the hell just happened. He soon registered what Looey called him and scoffed, folding his arms. “Do NOT call me that!”

What an encounter..

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Sprout was just at a table, fixing it up for other toons to come and eat. He set out plates, napkins and utensils, all perfectly aligned in a nice complement.

The strawberry exhaled, wiping his forehead once done. “Okay..” He took out a notepad from his pocket, checking off the activities he had done today.

‘Baking.. Going on a short supply run.. Setting the table..’

He was almost done with his work! Just a few more things and he should be done.

Sprout placed the notepad back in his pocket, taking a quick glance at the table. It was set pretty neatly, everything looked the same except for Toodles’ area having plastic utensils and not actual ones, and Goob's just having his stuff rearranged inorderly. Other than those two semi-flaws, the table looked quite decent!

Now onto-

Smack!

Sprout froze, eyes wide as he turned around to see who in their right mind could've done that. His expression turned from shocked, to angry, to confused as he saw Cosmo speeding off backwards, waving at him.

“Lookin’ good, berry-boy!” The cake said, whistling a bit before bending the corner and leaving out his sight.

Sprout just.. Stared at where Cosmo left, hand reaching to his bottom where it slightly burned. The stinging soon went away, but Sprout’s lingering perplexity didn't.

He opted to not question what happened and get on with his work..

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This was getting out of hand.. Usually, Sprout would be fine with a few flirts from anyone- But now, two specific toons were overdoing it; it’s not like he minded it, it’s just that it’s getting a bit suspicious.

Looey wouldn’t stop being all touchy with him, Cosmo wouldn’t stop telling him how good he looked, and the two had something for grabbing his ass!

Not to mention when they both cornered him to a wall..

It’s either they want him to join their outrageous polycule, or, something fishy is happening.. And Sprout being Sprout, has to find out.

And, that’s exactly what he’s doing.

He was standing in front of Looey’s room, hearing the sounds of giggles leaving it. He had a good mind to just open up the door, but he had some pride left back, and decided knocking was best.

Sprout banged on the door, eyebrows scrunched together to show he was unhappy. “Looey! I know you’re in there!” He called out, folding his arms as the laughter died down.

A few squeaky footsteps approached the door, followed by the rattling of the doorknob; the door opened and low and behold, stood Looey with a dumb and extremely hot smile on his face.

Sprout shook off that last thought and decided to address what he was here for. “What’re you and Cosmo doing?” He quipped. Looey glanced into his room, eyes on his bed before he averted his gaze back to Sprout. “Talking.” He said innocently, gaining a snort from his boyfriend.

Sprout rolled his eyes. “Yeah, no shit,” He sighed. “I mean, what’re you two doing to me?!” He went again, slightly raising his voice.

Looey squinted his eyes, pressing a finger to his chin. “Not sure what you’re talking about, berry-man!” He smirked. Sprout pressed a finger to Looey’s chest, pushing him into the room. “Don’t play dumb! You and Cosmo have been messing around with me this whole day!” He retorted.

Looey and Cosmo exchanged a look, almost telepathically speaking with one another.

“Well,” Looey took Sprout’s finger off of him, instead pulling him into the room. “Cosmo here told me you did something bad.” He shoved him towards the cake roll on the bed, moving to shut his door.

Meanwhile, Cosmo wrapped an arm around Sprout, making him sit on his lap. It took a while for Sprout to get the memo of what was happening, his face growing hotter by the minute.

“And, we think you deserve a little… Punishment for it.” Looey added, walking up to the two. He kept quiet before soon giggling. “..Punishment.. Pfft-” He cleared his throat.

Sprout shifted in Cosmo’s hold, her thigh between his own. “To put it simply,” Cosmo rubbed his shoulders. “We want to fuck you,”

Sprout narrowed his eyes. “I.. I can tell..” He mumbled. “Good. Now, we have your consent, right?” Cosmo leaned into his ear, breath hot on Sprout’s neck.

Sprout gulped, leaning into Cosmo’s touch. “Mhm..” He sounded.

Cosmo bobbed his leg, making Sprout bounce up a bit, grinding against her thigh. “It’s either yes or no, Seedly.” She stated. Looey would agree, inches away from the two. “Yup, consent is hot.” He commented.

Sprout scrunched up his nose, pressing down onto Cosmo’s thigh “I said yes.” He made it clear.

With that, Cosmo’s hands trailed to his waist, stopping him from humping her leg. “Yes for what?” She purred.

Sprout covered his face, having a bit of his ego snatched from him as he said this. “Yes, I want you two to fuck me..” He murmured, blushing hard.

Looey cackled, moving the berry’s hands from his face. Cosmo smirked, hands tugging at Sprout’s waistband. “Sheesh, you’re such a slut.” She pointed out, pulling the pants and undergarments down, having Sprout sit up a bit to make it easier.

Sprout’s face spasmed and he looked down. “I’m not a slut..” He mutters as Looey starts to lift off his shirt.

Cosmo hummed, her cold hands running across Sprout’s thighs. “Yeah, if that makes you feel better about yourself, then sure.” He moved him against her own, his cunt pressed up on the fabric of his tights.

Sprout emits a low groan, shutting his eyes. While Cosmo did that, Looey went to mark his neck some more, fingers pressed up against his hardened nipples.

“Hooh.. Fuck..” The strawberry moaned, bucking his hips against Cosmo. The cake roll hummed, one hand trailing to her own groin, giving it a small rub for friction.

Sprout humped Cosmo’s leg, mumbling high groans of pleasure from the action. Looey’s nipping also neared him to the edge, his head tilting to allow the balloon more access to his throat. “Mmmh..” He sputtered, biting at his lip.

This didn’t exactly feel like a punishment, moreso a reward. Sprout feels himself getting close, his mouth gaping open as trills leave his lips.

He keened, eyes squeezed shut tightly. “Fuck! Hngh~!” Slick stained Cosmo's tights as he came, panting heavily.

“That was quick.” Looey snorted, leaning off his neck, taking in the aspects of his art.

The strawberry shook, too caught up in the last bits of his orgasm to respond to Looey- Instead, narrowing his eyes at the balloon in hopes he'd get the message.

“Yeah; we're not having any more of that.” Cosmo stated, making a signal to Looey. The balloon eased Sprout off her leg and set him on the bed besides the swiss roll.

The two towering over him were.. Quite hot, to be honest, and that sent a surge of pleasure to his crotch, getting wetter by the minute.

Next thing he knew, the two had their bottoms off with their fully erect members out at him. Looey went behind him while Cosmo stayed at the front, just staring him down. He was put in a doggy-style position so who knows what's gonna happen.

It was when the cake roll's dick was up against his face when he got the memo.

Sprout looked away, feeling a bit scared to take on Cosmo's dick.. Again.. “I dunno about sucking this..” He muttered, eyes everywhere but at Cosmo. “That shouldn't be a problem for you. You don't care what you're sucking; you just want to get fucked, don't you?” His friend acknowledged, hand on his head. He'd slowly nod, opening his mouth to engulf her cock in his mouth.

“About time you put your mouth to good use.” Cosmo comments, pushing Sprout's head into his dick, bobbing it up and down. Meanwhile, Looey had lubed up his own with spit and pressed it against Sprout's ass, hands on his waist. “Be a little nice to him.” The balloon squeezed the strawberry’s butt, hearing him groan against his partner's shaft.

Cosmo grumbled, rocking his hips forth to Sprout. “He lost that.. Ngh.” She took a breath. “He lost that niceness. If he so wants it,” She forced Sprout to look up at her, really proving how little power he had. “-he has to earn it.” She said with a sinister smile before pushing his head down again, hearing him gag a bit.

Looey's eyes stuck to the toon below him, thinking about Cosmo's words. “I guess you're right.” He lined up his sword with Sprout's entrance, pressing a finger to his asshole. “Here comes the airplane!” He mimicked a plane taking off as he shoved himself into Sprout, deep.

The strawberry keened, the vibrations of his sounds pelting against Cosmo's cock, providing the swiss roll with more pleasure. His eyes slammed shut again, body racking with ecstasy as Looey pulled out and slammed into him again.

Cosmo groaned, fucking Sprout's mouth harshly. She also huffed in amusement at Looey's words, glancing up at his partner for a second. “I thought jokes were exclusive for me?” He faked a sad face. Looey tutted, keeping his gaze on the toon under him as he thrust. “Jokes are for everyone.” He enunciated with a small smile. “Matter a fact,” His hand gripped Sprout's ass again. “What did the horse say after it tripped?” He cooed, jamming into the latter's cunt.

Sprout trembled as he reopened his eyes, his mewls being silenced by gags. His face was drenched with spit, and he could hardly think straight from the feeling in his trans-manhood.

Cosmo hissed, bobbing Sprout's head off his dick and staring him down. “Have some manners and answer.” She grunted, hands on his jaw.

Sprout moaned, taking a moment to get something out. “Mfgh- I- I dunno!” He whined again, feeling his eyes get wet with tears. “Wh- What- Fuccckk!” Looey hit a spot that made him howl, almost keeping him from talking at all. “What did it ssaaaayyy!” He drooled.

The balloon bucked his hips into Sprout, gaining another cry from the fruit. “I've fallen and I can't giddy-up!” He said with a rough thrust, getting a loud shriek to escape Sprout’s mouth.

Cosmo on the other hand, found that absolutely hilarious, and cackled. “Good one, Loo!” He complimented, fingers rubbing against the fruit’s jawline. His boyfriend smiled at that, “Thank you,” He rocked his hips again. “-at least someone appreciates my jokes.” He groped the strawberry's ass, hearing him grunt.

“Yeah,” Cosmo hummed. “Tell Looey how much you love his jokes, Sprout.” She demanded. The fruit made another yelp, taking a minute or so to actually form words.

“I- I- Oh fffUCK! HNGH- I like y- yer jjjokessshhh! I l- luv ‘emmmm!” The berry bawled, mouth open. Looey batted his eyes, smacking the toon's ass. “Rate them.” He said with a growl. Sprout screamed, feeling himself grow close again. “Ah- AhUNDRED!! FUCKK!” He sobbed.

Looey seemed satisfied, ramming into Sprout. He himself let out a shaky moan, the sensation of Sprout's walls clenching against his member was enough to drive him mad. “Hmm.. I'd call you a good boy but.. Ha.. I don't think you deserve it..” He teased, sending another slap to the strawberry's butt, a handprint soon finding it's way there.

(CALL ME A GOOD BOY! HAWK TUAH!)

Sprout shivered, pushing his hips up to Looey's cock. “Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-” He drew out, seeing stars. Cosmo cupped his face, kneeling down to his eye level. “Please what?” She hummed. “Unnghh.. I- I need itttt…” He mewled, vision blurry with tears. “What? You wanna be called a good boy?” The cake squished his cheeks, her eyes lidded and voice deep.

“Yesh- YES! PLEASE!” Sprout cried out, his climax inching near him. Cosmo let out a small giggle, pressing a kiss to his nose. “Sorry, baby, you've been too bad lately.” She pat his cheeks, letting them go. “Mmmmmph.. nnnnoooooo!” The strawberry whimpered.

Just as he was about to tip over the edge, Looey stopped, pulling out. Sprout groaned loudly, gritting his teeth. “Wh- WHYY!” He wailed, knees giving out as he couldn't support them any longer.

“That's what happens when you're a bad little toon.” Looey flipped him over so he faced the ceiling. “You don't get to come so easily.” He made a cheeky grin, sliding off the bed.

Sprout groaned, kicking his legs. Cosmo and Looey swapped places, now with Looey at Sprout's face and Cos’ at his bottom.

“Maybe you won't get to come at all.. Who knows.” Cosmo narrowed his eyes, hopping up on the mattress. He positioned himself to Sprout's throbbing clit, giving his vulva a little rub before rutting into him with ease.

The fruit's face was a mess of spit and tears, his eyes rolling back in his head as Cosmo pushed into him. “Oohh..OH!” He said with a Yelp, his voice rising higher and higher in pitch.

Looey knelt down to his face, wiping his tears. “Y'know, Cos,” He started, glancing up at his partner who was hard at work. “I kinda feel bad, it's in my nature to praise someone.. Can't I tell him how good he is- At least once?” Looey made a puppy-face, hands against Sprout's cheeks.

Cosmo thought about it. It was true, Looey had a thing for praising his partners during sex; and he can't imagine how the poor guy feels to degrade someone. So..

“How about he begs for it?” She suggested, the tip of his mini-roll hitting Sprout's g-spot, before retreating again.

Looey made a noise, gazing down at Sprout. “Oh yeah.. Beg for it, berry-boy..” He grinned.

The strawberry gawked, hands wadding up the fabric of the bed sheets. “Please-” He groaned, his body desperately bucking up against Cosmo in an attempt to take every last inch of his dick. He felt his high rise again, this time more pleasuring. “T- Tell me a- ahm a g- good bboooyy~! ‘M a gewd boy, pllleaaaasseeee!”

“Who's a good boy?” Looey pecked his forehead, messing with his leaves.

“ME!” Sprout shrieked, bouncing off Cosmo. The consistent rhythm of him and Cosmo against each other, he almost couldn't take it anymore, his eyes squeezed shut. “I- I'M A G- GOOD BOY! FFFUCKKK!”

(I'M A GOOD BOY. HAWK TUUAAAHHH)

Cosmo hummed, eyes squinted at Sprout. The walls of his cunt convulsed around him, teetering him to his own edge. “Hah.. Is that so..?” He licked his lips, teeth chattering against one another.

Sprout moaned, his movements almost animalistic as he chased for his peak. “Yesyesyesyessshh- Don't- Don't shhtop- ssshhiit!” His whole body squirmed, pushing back onto Cosmo. It was almost as if the cake didn't need to move, Sprout kept bucking up against him, doing most of the work.

“Right there- right there, aaahghhh!” Her tip grazed his spot again, making his body spasm, fingers digging into the bed like his life depended on it. “Please, Cosmo- Please! I neeeedd youuuuu!” He sobbed, saliva seeping out of his mouth.

He was so close, just a little more and he'd release- The knot in his stomach tightening with each thrust of Cosmo's hips and his own.

Cosmo too was enjoying this, the feeling of Sprout around her was taking her to cloud nine, getting a gasp to leave her lips. “Oh yeah..” She mumbled, burying herself into the berry.

It was until a few more grunts from Sprout, when he let out a long keen, shocks of ecstasy running through his veins as he came. His hips rode the cake, railing out the last strings of his orgasm.

He painted heavily, eyes struggling to keep open. A long exhale escaping his mouth. “Shit..” He muttered, using his forearm to wipe his mouth.

Once he reopened his eyes, he saw Looey above him, a cheeky grin on his face. “Had fun?” He asked.

Sprout grumbled, shutting his lids again.

It was quiet, other than the sounds of his ragged breathing. Didn't take long before Cosmo started to move again, forcing Sprout to open his eyes. “Wha-”

“You think only you get to- Whooh!” Cosmo pushed himself in Sprout. “-to come?” He finished with a small thrust. The berry wanted to respond, instead a whine of pleasure left his mouth, and his eyes closed again.

This was gonna be a long night….

Chapter Text

The events that happened a few nights ago were not to ever be discussed again.

Sprout was going through quite the conflict with himself.

At one point, he had the biggest crush on Astro, now he was drooling over his best friend AND her boyfriend? What kind of manwhore was he..

The berry huffed, fixing his scarf to hide his neck. While his legs felt somewhat better, the multiple hickeys trailing across his body stayed visible. He didn't need anyone else questioning him about his one night stands- Dandy had already come to him about how loud he could be which was quite embarrassing.

Sprout wanted to feel ashamed of himself- Wanted to stop his new gig- But he lost all his shame days ago with Cosmo and Loory. It’s surprising he happens to have little left.

Enough of that, Sprout had his feelings to sort out.

So he was laid on his bed, feet in the air as he looked at three photos. One of Cosmo, another Looey, and lastly Astro. The photos all had him in it, but that wasn't the main focus.

Gosh, this was driving him insane.

He should've never listened to Cosmo.. Never started this whole.. Thing. He wouldn't have to deal with his overwhelming emotions.

With a huff, the strawberry rolled onto his back, sitting up. He needed something to ease his worries. Something to clear his mind from this.

Sprout hopped off his bed, smoothing out his clothes. It wasn't much, just an oversized T-shirt and some shorts. He wasn't really in the mood to go outside but yet here he was, leaving for fresh air.

The moment Sprout opened the door, he was met with some cool breeze of the air conditioning. Not saying there wasn't any in his room, it just hit differently outside.

He traversed around the hallway, making a few turns till he reached an elevator.

He stood in front of it, awaiting for the doors to open; it seemed like it was in use. Didn't take long for it to lift up and open though, allowing the Berry to step in.

“Oh, hey, Sprout!” A cheery voice went. Sprout looked at who was in the elevator with him, a fond smile finding its way to his face. “Hi, Shelly.” He leaned against the elevator walls. The dinosaur beamed, her tail wagging. “How've you been lately?” She asked, clicking the buttons on the elevator, sending it to her floor.

Sprout clicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes. ‘I've been whoring myself out.’ He wanted to say, but instead kept it simple. “Been fine. Thanks for asking.” He stated. “And, you?” Shelly bounced on her heels, a fond smile on her face. “I'm great! I taught Tisha some dinosaur facts earlier and we had fun!” She exclaimed happily. “I'm headed to my floor, where.. Are you going?” She adds curiously.

The berry froze, thinking. He shrugged. “Nowhere, really. Just wanted to get out of my room.” He admitted, eyes lingering to the elevator floor. Shelly squealed, her tail thumping against the tiles. “You should come with me then!” She chirped. “It'll be fun--promise!”

Sprout thought about it, biting the insides of his mouth. He had nothing better to do anyways, so.. “I guess-” As he said that, the elevator opened up, showcasing Shelly's floor.

The dino beamed, teaching to grab ahold of Sprout's hand, pulling him out the shaft. “Yay!” She said, “You won't regret this!” She dragged Sprout over to a glass, inside were some plants.

While the berry wasn't interested in wildlife and the past, he'd just spend his time with the ammonite, just to clear his head.

At that moment, Shelly was yapping her head off about some facts. Sprout wasn't listening at all. And not because he didn't want to, his brain just couldn't process all the information being shoved at him so fast, only causing him to hear a few words every ten minutes.

His focus was on a certain flower that caught his interest. It was pinkish with yellow stems on the top. It looked a bit funny to him.

“Hey, Shelly,” He started, placing his hand on the glass separating the plants and himself. “--what's this one called?” The berry asked, never taking his gaze off the flower. “Oh! That one's a hibiscus!” She told him, turning her attention from a Venus Fly Trap to it. “The yellow stems right there, they're actually pollen and they can um- pollinate themselves or a bee does it for them!” She explained. “It's actually really unique, not one of my favorites, but it's still pretty!”

Sprout hummed, tilting his head to the side. “That's pretty cool.” He said with a small smile. ‘I wonder if Cosmo would like this-’

His smile fell and he mentally whacked himself in the head. What he didn't know was that he said that aloud and Shelly heard him.

“Uhh, maybe he would..? I'm not sure.” The ammonite cleared her throat. Sprout's eyes widened and he turned to face Shelly. “I said that out loud?! Sorry- Sorry, I didn't-” He was cut off with Shelly giggling. “It's okay!” She reassured. “Maybe she would like the flower, maybe she won't, but it's okay cause you guys are close, and if anything, she'd accept it either way!”

Sprout stared at her, processing what she said. He sighed, turning so his back was against the glass. “That's not what I'm worried about,” He said quietly. Shelly made a sound, narrowing her eyes. “Is it.. The rumors that are stopping you..? Do you think he'll think of you any differently?” She queried in a hushed tone as if anyone else could hear them.

That caught Sprout’s attention, he raised his brow. “Rumors? What rumors?” He asked with interest. Shelly squeaked, a look of shock on her face. “How do you not know? They're in almost everyone's conversations nowadays!” She pinched the space between her eyes. “There's a rumor that you're going around and sleeping with everyone- I don't think it's true, FYI!” She rambled. “I just don't want anyone to be spreading any lies about you..”

Sprout nearly fainted, a tight feeling emerging in his throat. This was bad. Really bad. Yeah, the rumors were true, but he didn't need his name in anyone else’s mouth in that context!

After a bit of silence from both ends, Shelly spoke up again. “I'll.. Try and get them to stop. You must feel bad for such a lie to be told about you–” Sprout cut her off with a sigh. “No, Shelly it's-” He swallowed the lump in his throat, folding his arms. “The rumors are true.” He came clean, feeling a bit of shame wash over him.

“O- Oh..” Was all Shelly could utter, her train of thought immediately disappearing.

The two went quiet after that, the only sound being the humming of the lights. Sprout thought he ruined the moment with that, and he felt guilt overtake him.

“Sorry.” He muttered, looking away.

Shelly gazed up at him, a bit perplexed. “W- What for..?” She queried.

The berry slid down the glass, knees to his chest. “For ruining the moment. I should've.. Kept my mouth shut.”

Shelly shook her head. “You didn't.” She placed a hand on his shoulder. “I'm not judging you or anything, if that's what you're worried about.”

That lifted the strawberry's mood a bit. “Thanks.” He mumbles, averting his peer to the ammonite.

The fossil smiled, placing her hands on her hips. “No problemo! I just don't want you beating yourself up for it, y'know?” She enunciated. “It doesn't matter how active you are in your sex life, it's nobody's business anyways- So, you go, gi- Uhm.. Boy!” The shell stammered, giving Sprout a little boost.

The berry laughed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah,” He trailed off.

The two just stared at each other for a , telepathically communicating with one another. Sprout looked Shelly in her eyes, a knowing gaze in her stare.

Then, Sprout pulled Shelly down to him, the two’s lips meeting immediately. Sprout allowed Shelly to slither her tongue into his mouth, exploring it. He grunted into the kiss, the dinosaur swallowing up his noises with ease.

As the two parted, they both panted heavily, pupils locked. Sprout felt a shiver up his spine and he sighed, resting his head on Shelly's chest. “I need you so bad right now.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around her.

Shelly had a wobbly smile on her face, her hands tracing against Sprout's back. “I hope you're okay with this..” He mumbled into her breasts. She huffed, tugging at a leaf. “Of course I am!” She pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I want to know how it feels..” A pause. “To.. To be with you.” She purred, her teeth grazing his head. Sprout hummed, looking up at her. “You're about to find out.” He said with a bit of pride, leaning off her; his eyes trailed to her crotch where a small bulge stood out. Part of him wanted to just tear off her dress here and there, but he had some decency left in him.

Shelly whined, squeezing her thighs together. “Is.. Is it weird to say I've always wanted this..?” She admitted. “I just.. Want someone to notice me- I want them to see me like this.” Sprout blinked, pressing a hand to her cheek and caressing it. “Shelly,” He started, his free hand moving under her dress. “--I promise I'll give you all the attention you deserve.” He pulled the fabric up, exposing her tights where the bulge was way more visible.

The ammonite let out a low growl, aiding Sprout to shimmy her way out of her bottoms. By time her lower half was left bare, her tentacle stood fully erect, tip already leaking precum and needy for attention.

Sprout hesitated. Only thing he knew to do was suck dick. He doesn't know how to give someone a hand job. So he went down to Shelly's crotch, engulfing the tentacle in his jaw. He nearly gagged from the size, taking a few minutes to figure out what to do.

“Thank you..” Shelly heaved, bucking her hips into Sprout's mouth, his choking going on deaf ears. She'd subconsciously hold onto his head, shoving him down onto her dick with force.

The dinosaur grumbled, her focus on the ecstasy she felt rather than Sprout's own. The berry kept suckling on her cock, gagging each time he went down. The reason he lacked complaint was due to the fact he enjoyed this. He

He slid off the appendage, coughing for a bit. He swirled his tongue around the sides, saliva drenching his face and it. Sprout lapped at the shaft, using a hand to squeeze at Shelly's thighs, feeling her squirm beneath him. Her lewd sounds of pleasure drive him to continue, placing his lips over her tip again, giving it a firm suck before shoving it in his mouth again.

“Hngh-! S- Sprout!” Shelly gawked, drool seeping from the side of her mouth. She felt as if she was about to tip over the edge, her grasp on Sprout’s leaves tightening. She shivered, her free hand clawing at the floor. “Ghk- I- I'm gonna-” Her warning was too late and she ended up pushing Sprout down on her tentacle as she came, keeping his mouth on her as she rode out the last shots of her orgasm.

“Hah..” When Shelly came back to her senses, she gasped, her grip on the berry releasing immediately. “Sprout!” She exclaimed, guilt rushing in her veins as he coughed.

Sprout wiped his mouth with his arm, swallowing down the last bits of Shelly's seed in his jaw. He shook his head, hazily gazing up at the ammonite. Her fearful expression. “I- I'm so sorry- I shouldn't have- I should've asked- I'm sorry!” Shelly rambled on, her apologies going on deaf ears as Sprout only kept his eyes on her dick.

He raised a finger. “Shut up.” He blurted with a grainy voice, getting Shelly to be quiet immediately. The strawberry started to get himself free from his trousers, slipping out of his undergarments easily. He looked up at Shelly then at her tentacle– Then at her again.

“Huh?” He sounded, watching how aroused she looked. Other than how she already was, of course. “Do you.. Get off to people telling you to shut up..?” He asked with interest. Shelly hesitantly looked away, her cheeks flushed.

‘This is interesting.’ Sprout smirked, crawling closer to her. “You like being taken control of? Being told how bad you are?” He pressed his hand on her cock, giving it a firm squeeze. Shelly moaned, covering her face. “How.. Pathetic can you be? So desperate and needy for attention?” The ammonite squirmed, shaky gasps exiting her lips and she clenched her thighs together. “Yes- Yes! Mngh..” Shelly's mouth was agape, more spit dripping down her jaw.

Sprout could get used to this. Being the dominant one. He smirked, releasing the grip on Shelly's member, positoninf himself over it. “Be a good girl for me, will you?” He said seductively, his hands now on her shoulders. Shelly nodded hysterically, holding him close to her. “I'll do anything! Please-” She pleaded with a whine.

How could Sprout say no to that. He slowly lowered himself into her appendage, a gasp creeping up his throat. He keened, digging his nails into Shelly's skin. That somehow also made her yelp, her eyes going starry. Sprout bit his lip, the two locking eyelets for a moment.

The strawberry huffed, trailing his right hand to Shelly's throat. “I uh.. Found something on google one time..” He said, heaving. “I'm gonna try it on you- If that's okay.” Shelly didn't waist no time in nodding, hugging Sprout tighter. “Do whatever you want with me.” She choked out. “Please- please, use me- I want- I need it!” She cried, burying her face in Sprout’s chest.

‘Woah. That was kinda hot.’ The strawberry smirked. “Pathetic.” He stated, applying pressure to her neck. “You're so pathetic.” He taunted, using his left hand to told her head up, making her face him. “So desperate to be looked at.” He said, his breaths training off into low groans. “What if someone saw you? Hm?” He said to her face, breath hot. “They'll think you're disgusting.” He watched her expression shift, her lips trembling.

“Actually, you're so needy to be taken advantage of, you probably wouldn't even care if they saw you like this.” Sprout started to move, slowly rocking his hips up and down her member, letting out shaky gasps. “Mmph..” He moaned, tightening his hold on Shelly's throat. It was light enough that she wouldn't feel uncomfortable, but also enough her face went reddish and she slowly choked for air.

Sprout humped her, his brows furrowing. “Oh god..” He drew out, his eyes fluttering shut. Shelly made a sound, bucking her hips forth.

The two were at it. Sprout was riding the thick shaft, his nails marking into her skin. Shelly, on the other hand, was in her own world. The overwhelming pleasure of Sprout’s walls on her member and his grasp on her airways–She was in absolute bliss.

The strawberry keened again, speeding up his pace on Shelly. “Y- You're so stupid– Ngh..” He grunted, feeling drool roll down his chin. “Letting m- me use you like this.” He said with a small smirk, pushing his groin down on her. “You..mmh..You’ve always fantasized about this, ha- haven't you- Fuck!” Sprout let out a cry as he hit a certain area in him, ramming down to find that peak again.

Shelly could hardly comprehend what he was saying, her eyes watery and shut tightly. Sprout's grip faltered as he became focused on nearing his orgasm, letting out shrill screams. The dinosaur's hands slid to his waist, aiding him in riding her. “Yesh-” Shelly babbled, her face messy with saliva and tears. “I have- I alwaysh have! Please Sprout-” She bit down on her tongue, rutting into him at the same time. “Fuck- Thank you, thank you!”

She was getting close. Just a few more and she'd tip over the edge again. “Mmmmh.. Sprout- Can- Can I go-” She shivered, biting back a cry. “I- Inside.. You..? Please-” The ammonite queried, hardly able to speak. Sprout nodded quicker than he should've. Shelly was about to make sure he wanted that before he blurted. “I'm- I'm on the pill! Just- Just do it!- Shit!”

Where'd he get birth control? Plot convenience.

Shelly gave him another hug as he went down on her, the two coming at the same time with a loud wail. Shelly's seed went deep into Sprout, she managed to spurt a lot, it spilled out and had mixed with Sprout's own juices.

They both painted, both riding out their highs. Both dizzy and tired from that whole rodeo show.

“That.. That was..The berry started, wiping sweat off his forehead. He couldn't even finish the sentence since Shelly fell over, also making him fall down with her. He yelped, trying to understand what just happened.

Sprout blinked, staring at Shelly. Her eyes were shut as if she was sleeping. “Uh.. Shelly..?” He said quietly, cupping her cheek. The fossil shushed him, bringing his body closer to her own. “Stay with me..” She huffed, licking at his cheek.

Sprout narrowed his eyes, understanding why she was doing this. She had yapped about it one day. “I literally said I can't carry babies, Shelly.” He sighed, a bit annoyed. ‘And I wouldn't wanna carry yours anyway.’ He made a face but still not moving.

“I- I know I just..” She fluttered her lashes, gazing at Sprout lovingly. “I want to think you are.. Just.. A weird thing from me..” She giggled. Sprout arched his brow, soon returning the cuddle session. “I learned a lot of weird things about you today. You having a breeding link is the least of my worries right now.”

That made the fossil squirm a bit. “Then.. What is the most..?” She said with a gulp. Sprout just grinned, patting the side of her face. “Don't worry ‘bout it.” He leaned into her touch.

“Don't get too comfortable though, you still have to pull out.”

“Y- Yeah.. I know.”

Chapter Text

Sprout doesn't know how he ended up in this position.

Bent over on Vee's lap, his bottoms off and being bare for the TV. She had his hands bound together with her belt, his scarf now tighter around his neck.

The television was laid back in her chair, legs crossed at the ankle while she gazed down at him, arms folded. “Look at you.” She started, venom in her voice. “So weak, so vulnerable,” She leaned down to his ear. “–pathetic and disgusting.” She spat, squinting her eyes.

Sprout gasped for air, trying to ignore the tears that pricked his eyes. “That- That's not true-” He coughed. Despite only being able to see the floor and Vee's legs, he narrowed his eyes at her. “I'm none- None of that!” He convinced her- or himself. Vee was amused. “Are you now?” She placed her cold metallic hand on his ass, squeezing at the fat.

The berry swallowed down the grunt that wanted to leave his lips, refusing to make a sound for the other. “Tell me, Seedly,” She sat up straight, giving his butt a firm grasp. “–How many have you been with already?” They asked, eyes stuck to the boy's bottom. He scoffed, “I don't- Ghk- n- need to tell you anything.” He muttered.

Then, Vee struck his ass with a loud slap, Sprout yelping at the stinging sensation. She squished the fat again, this time a bit harder. Their free hand went to trace his spine, sending a shiver down his back. “You will answer.” They said sternly, tapping her digits against his stern.

Sprout grumbled, finally relaxing against Vee as he noticed he had no power over them. He made a sound before replying. “S- Six..” He replied shamefully, feeling a bit guilty. Vee didn't believe that, striking his bottom again. “Are you lying? You're way too stretched out for just six toons, slut.”

While Sprout tried to recover from the pain, he had bitten down on his lip, his brows furrowing. “I- I'm not ly- lying!” He felt a tear finally swim down his cheek. “I just- Had Cosmo a- and Looey tw- twice.” That felt more embarrassing to admit out loud now that he thought about it.

Vee was silent for a bit before she let out a robotic sigh, releasing her grip on Sprout's ass, instead rubbing it soothingly. “Apologies, then.” They murmured. “Whatever.” Sprout rolled his eyes. “And, I'm not a slut.” He said, taking big offense to what Vee had called him.

This was gonna be fun. Vee thought, smirking. “Oh?” They stopped caressing the strawberry's butt, her hand trailing down to his cunt which was wet with slick. As she did that, Sprout made a pleased squeal, his eyes shutting at the chill. “For someone who's not a slut, you sure are turned on by my presence.” They teased his entrance, ghosting her finger around it. Sprout shook his head to the best of his ability. “N- No..” He mumbled.

“I'm.. Not-” He paused, stifling a groan. “‘m not a slut..” Vee chuckled before plunging a finger in, listening to the whimpers he'd purr at her. “Yes, you are..” She curled her digits around his walls, drinking in every keen he made. “Mm- N- No! I- I'm not!” Sprout sputtered with a shattered breath, arching his hips. Vee pumped her fingers into his seeping cunt, stretching and prodding at his insides.

The berry would croak, clenching around Vee's metal fingers. Each twist and knead would make him choke out, the pressure against his throat not helping his garbled moans. Vee's free hand went to his scarf, pulling on it. Sprout coughed, squeezing his eyes shut.

Vee prodded at his hole, humming. “You're dumb, you know?” She started, pulling out her fingers, a small laugh escaping her voice box as Sprout whined in desperation. “Do you really think any of those you've been with actually want you?” She arched a brow, craning Sprout's head to the side so he could see her out the corner of his eyes. With the silence they received, Vee cackled. “You don't? That's surprising.” They whispered. “Humor me,” Vee turned him over so he could look at her properly. They sat him up, supporting his back with their hand while the next one rested between his legs, just ghosting over his needy slit.

The way Vee looked at him made him dizzily wanting her more. The arm around his waist. Even if she claimed to not care about his well-being, they still took care of him in a way he enjoyed– He was so blinded by the lust; he wanted more of her.

Sprout shook that thought away, keeping his eyes on the robot. After a minute or so of silence, Vee spoke up again. “-What's the point of you doing this? I mean, it's not everyday sometoon wakes up and decides to sleep with the entire cast.” They said with a huff, pressing their thumb to his clit. Sprout let out a shaky breath, bucking his hips.

“I- I had a dr- dream.” He grunted, throwing his head back as Vee rubbed at his cunt. “About? I'm not a mind reader, dumbass.” Sprout would hiss, his legs shaking. “Oh god- I- It was ab- about me goin’ ar- around and- sleeping w- with every- Hngh!” He howled, arching.

Vee stuck her fingers back in his hole, a lustful look in her gaze. Each curl of her fingers made him wail out, his veins overrun with ecstasy. “Fuck! Vee!” Sprout keened, eyes rolled back in his head. Sweat trickled down his face and body, a growing release in his abdomen.

“Look at how unravelled you are for me.” The TV teased, thrusting their fingers in and out of his hole. “I bet I could have you just begging for me.” She thought aloud, a sinister idea waking in her mechanical head. “I could have you all over me, you wouldn't feel any shame, would you?” She kneaded a spot that got Sprout to gag, biting at his lip.

“Tell me Sprout,” Vee tugged on the scarf, forcing him down to her face. She felt her tail swing from behind, it was clacking against the floor. “Do you love when toons talk down on you? Or do you want them to treat you like a little prince.” She let go of the scarf, hugging his waist again. “Tell you.. How good you're doing.”

Sprout huffed, writhing against her. “Or how much you're a stupid little slut.” They dragged their digits against his fat. It wasn't enough to leave prints into his torso, but enough to apply a bit of pain. The berry only moaned some more.

“You like both, huh?” Vee tutted. Sprout was getting close, she couldn't keep teasing him like this– Well, she could. But she was feeling nice today. The strawberry would nod, kicking his feet. Vee laughed again, speeding up. “I could take care of you better than anyone else could, y'know.” They commented.

Sprout came with a loud shudder, bucking his hips up. Vee kept pumping her fingers, aiding him to ride out his orgasm. “I can make you feel good, Sprout.” She purred.

“V-Vee..” Sprout whimpered dizzily. “Yes?” They gazed at him. The berry was silent for a bit, like he was considering whether or not he should say what he was going to say. He then shook his head. “C- Can you untie these..” He muttered with a hoarse voice.

Vee blinked at him. They made a displeased noise before sliding her digits out, wiping them on his stomach. “Whatever.” They started to free him from her belt and remove the scarf from his neck.

Vee leaned back in her chair again, just having Sprout rest against her till he had enough strength to get up.

In the midst of silence, Sprout was stuck thinking.. Thinking about what Vee said to him.

Good job, Vee. Thanks for giving Sprout another crisis.

Chapter Text

Sprout found himself in the kitchen, like usual. He was baking something new today. Rock cake. It looked good enough for him to try it out, so here he was..

The recipe looked easy enough when he looked at it– But he seemed to be having some trouble with the mixing of the.. Whatever the hell the batter was. Apparently, the batter wasn't meant to be soft and liquidy.. Not what he was used to at all.

Sprout stared down at the recipe, squinting a little as he tried to follow the instructions. He had gathered all the ingredients—flour, sugar, eggs, baking powder, and some sort of dried fruit—yet the batter wasn’t coming together the way he expected. He’d whisked and stirred for what felt like forever, but the mixture was still lumpy and oddly thick.

With a frustrated grunt, he slammed the wooden spoon against the bowl. "This is harder than it looks," he muttered under his breath, glancing at the clock. It was getting quite late. He's been in here forever!

Deciding to take a more aggressive approach, Sprout grabbed the electric mixer. He plugged it in, then began to beat the batter. As the beaters spun, flour and sugar began flying out of the bowl, scattering all over the countertop. Sprout yelped, trying to stop the mixer, but it was too late. The kitchen looked like a snowstorm had hit.

"What the—?" He glanced around, eyes wide, his face splattered with a mix of flour and egg. The mixer slipped from his hand, and he scrambled to grab it before it hit the floor. But as he lunged, the beaters twirled, launching a spray of batter across the kitchen. The microwave was covered, the stove, even the windows—everything except the cake tin.

Sprout stood frozen for a moment, his eyes wide as he surveyed the chaotic scene. "What the hell.." he said meekly, stepping back. He noticed that the batter was still thick and lumpy, sitting stubbornly in the bowl. "Okay, maybe I need to... mix it better?" he muttered, shaking his head.

He grabbed a spatula and began to scrape the mixture back into the bowl, but he was losing hope. The mess around him was almost overwhelming, and the cake, well, he didn’t think it was going to come out like the picture.

Just then, Tisha walked through the door. She stopped, blinking at the sight of her kitchen, now a disaster zone of flour, eggshells, and half-mixed batter splattered everywhere.

"Sprout…" Her voice was a mix of surprise and concern as she surveyed the mess. Sprout looked over at her sheepishly, holding up the bowl of battered ingredients.

“Um,” The berry blinked, looking around. “I can.. Explain..?”

Tisha sighed, then smiled. "Alright, let’s clean this up.." She put her things down and immediately took charge, grabbing some towels and wiping up the mess while Sprout reluctantly took the bowl of batter to the sink. "Next time," she said with a weary smile, "please just go step by step."

Sprout nodded, a bit guilty. He grabbed the sponge and began scrubbing the counters, but it was clear he wasn’t as skilled at cleanup as he was at making the mess in the first place. Flour was still stuck to the edge of the counters, and the sticky batter had dried in little patches here and there. Tisha was already wiping down the microwave and gently scraping the dried batter off the stove.

The tissue box noticed his struggles, cringing at how absolutely terrible he was at cleaning. She sighed, “Alright, Sprout, let's try to salvage this. I’ll take care of the rest of the mess, and you focus on fixing the batter,” she said, her voice calm but encouraging. She pulled out a fresh bowl and gestured for him to start over.

The berry hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the bowl and sighed– Their hands grazed one another. “Okay– Sorry again,” He tried to redo the recipe.

Tisha was now wiping down the last of the flour from the floor. “You know,” she said, chuckling as she worked, “if you’d just asked someone like Cosmo or Ginger for help earlier, we could’ve avoided this whole... Bakery disaster.”

“I thought I could do it on my own," Sprout admitted, feeling sheepish. "But, uh... I guess I learned my lesson."

Tisha gave him a wink. "You definitely did. But hey, look at the bright side—at least the cake will be memorable."

Sprout chuckled and gave her a weak smile, focusing more on the batter. This time, he was more gentle with the mixer, and after a few minutes, he saw the batter come together more smoothly. It was still thick, like it was… Somehow supposed to be, but he thought it looked better than before.

“Alright,” he said, grinning at her. “I think we’re getting somewhere. Maybe not exactly a ‘rock cake’ anymore, but... close enough?”

Tisha stopped cleaning for a moment and peered over at the bowl. “Hmm, looks good to me!- I can't bake so..” She trailed off.

Sprout carefully spooned the batter onto a cookie platter, his movements much slower this time, hoping that the batter would rise properly in the oven. Tisha, meanwhile, finished wiping down the countertops and wiped her hands on a towel, nodding approvingly.

Once the cake was in the oven, Tisha took a moment to survey the kitchen. The counters were now spotless, and the mess was under control. “There,” she said, smiling at Sprout. “That wasn’t so bad, right?”

Sprout grinned back, finally feeling like they were making progress. “Thanks for helping. Next time, I promise, no mess-” He paused, thinking for a bit. “Well, no big mess.”

The woman laughed and nudged him playfully. “We’ll see. But hey, if the cake turns out half as good as your effort, I’d say this is a success already.”

As they waited for the cake to bake, Sprout leaned back against the counter, feeling a warmth in his chest—not just from the oven, but from the fact that Tisha had been so patient with him, even when things went completely sideways.

“Hey, Tisha..” The berry started, folding his arms over his chest. “Have you heard about.. The rumors..?” He said quietly, avoiding contact with the tissue box.

Tisha was silent for a bit. She stared at the oven, gulping down a lump in her throat before she hesitantly answered. “Well.. Yeah, they're pretty hard to ignore, Sprout..” She said quietly, shifting her head away from him.

Sprout made a noise, really contemplating his chooses right now. He decided ‘screw it’ and went ahead with what his mind told him to do. “Would you want to… y'know..” He quipped, feeling his cheeks flush up.

Tisha whipped her head around to him, staring at him with shock. She struggled to keep her jaw from elongating, just peering into Sprout's soul like he had admitted a crime in front of her. “Wha- WHAT?!” She shrieked, eyebrows furrowed.

“I'M SORRY.” Sprout turned away, hiding his face with embarrassment. “Wa- wait no– it's.. It's okay! Really,” Tisha placed a hand on his elbow, nervously biting the insides of her cheeks. “-um.. We could, if you'd like– That was just a wild question to ask is all..” She reassured, her other hand on the poof of her dress.

Sprout lowered his palms, slowly turning to face her. “Are you sure?” He double-checked. Tisha would nod.

The main took a breath, turning to her. “Wait- Quick question– I don't wanna.. Do anything that would make you uncomfortable- Uhm- What do you… wanna do..?” He questioned, already messing with his apron string. The smaller toon rubbed her elbow. “Just don't get me dirty is all.. We could do this..” She trailed off, looking around the kitchen. There were a few seats nearby so.. “-On one of the couches.” She motioned to them.

The two toons walked on over to the dining area which carried a few couches and tables and such--They picked one to do their deed at, stripping of their clothing.

Tisha had placed hers neatly atop the table while Sprout lowkey dgaf, he threw that shit on a chair and called it a day LOL

Sprout had Tisha sit on the cushions while he went down to his knees. The tissue box was grateful for this as she didn't want to even touch the floor without any form of coverage– Even if she already cleaned it. She felt weird to even sit on the couch without her clothes..

The berry brought the girl's hips closer to his face, tracing kisses against her thighs while his hands caressed her love handles. Tisha giggled a bit, feeling ticklish from the sensation. “Sprout- Hehe.. Quit it!-” She hovered her hand over her mouth, hiding her amused expression.

It was when Sprout actually quit teasing her and licked his tongue across her clit when Tisha yelped. She made another noise as he dragged his flesh across her cloaka, his fingers spreading her PUSSY LIPS(/ref) apart so he could eat her out better.

“Oh- Sprout!” Tisha moaned, her hand gripping the table. The berry kept her thighs open with his free hand, still sucking and prodding at her hole.

The tissue box whimpered, eyes clenched shut and her mouth forming a wobbly smile. She threw her head back, her free hand pinching and groping her breast. Her stomach shuddered as she tried to maintain her breathing.

The berry kept up his movements, lapping around the base of her lips– He searched for the joint of nerves that would elicit a cry out of his hook-up partner, one that would make her hips buck up into his face.

One would say pussy tastes bad, but when you're horny, it's like a 5-star meal.

Sprout leaned up, licking his lips. He stood up, pushing Tisha further down on the couch. He positioned himself over her clit, giving a sheepish smile before slowly gliding down onto her.

At first, he had no idea what he was doing, but he soon got the hang of it, the motion of the two bucking against each other was starting to get him off.

(I kinda…. don't know what I'm doing either… )

The two let out soft moans, their hands brushing up against one another. The conjunction of their cunts pressed up built up the heat in their abdomens, they could feel their peaks nearing with each hump.

“Tisha..” Sprout mumbled, riding her like his life depended on it. The maid let out another whimper in response, her eyes squeezed shut.

Sprout was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed, the heat inside of him was getting to be too much. “Y-you doin’ o- okay..?” Tisha asked between gasps. “Yeah.” The main replied. “Just keep going.” He huffed.

They would continue grinding and bucking against each other, their moans getting louder. “Oh..god..” Sprout said. “I’m so close..” Tisha didn't even respond, only shrills of pleasure escaping her lips.

With a few more sways of their hips, the two finally reached their orgasm. They came together, Sprout’s moans now being in time with Tisha’s. The tissue box also did something he wasn't expecting– She squirted.

(oh my god what am I do

Breathing hard, the strawberry fell down to the other toon, just holding her close. They were silent for a while, neither having the energy to do much.

The two lay there, trying to catch their breaths and recover from their high. They were still tangled together, not wanting to let go of one another.

“I should go check on that cake..” Sprout muttered, slowly climbing off of Tisha with the little strength he had. With a grumble he supported his weight with the couch's back, eyes scanning the mess of body fluids Tisha created. That was.. New.

Could he do that?

He shook that thought off as the smaller girl started to speak. “Yeah.. Uhm– Oh geez.. Let me clean this up.” She sighed, already getting to work on fixing up the mess. She slipped her dress back on, not bothering to pull on her undergarments. Showers are needed, girl!!

Sprout nodded, glancing at the kitchen. “Alright.. Uh.. Thanks, by the way..” He stepped away, reaching for his clothing. He too is gonna need a shower– After he's done checking on that cake.

Tisha made a noise, “Mhm!” She hummed, wiping down the couch.

Chapter Text

The night was quiet. 

Cosmo stood by the kitchen counter, pretending to be very busy with a cup of tea. He stirred it exactly seven times, even though he didn’t take sugar.

“You’ve been quiet,” Sprout said, voice soft. He sat atop the counter, just watching Cosmo. 

“You’ve been… thinking,” Cosmo replied, avoiding eye contact. He finally turned, holding the mug too tightly. “You always get that look when it’s about him.”

Sprout blinked. “Him?”

“Astro,” Cosmo muttered, like the name was something bitter he had to swallow. “Do you… still like him?”

Silence hung for a second. Sprout shifted, pulling his knees up to his chest. “I'm pretty sure I do,” He paused, thinking about his crisis before continuing. “I mean, who doesn’t like Astro? He’s gentle, he’s calm, he—”

“Puts people to sleep,” Cosmo cut in sharply.

Sprout frowned. “That’s not fair.”

Cosmo paced closer, setting his mug down too loudly. “It’s just—you're doing this whole bang everyone thing and when you're done you act like he’s some… dream you don’t want to wake up from.” She narrowed her eyes. “You sure you still like him?” ‘And not me’ is what she would've added if she wasn't afraid of her friendship being ruined. 

Sprout’s voice cracked a little when he answered, “He makes me feel safe.”

Cosmo scoffed. “And I don’t?”

“No! No, you do, you do—just differently. You’re the one I run to. Astro’s like…” He tried to think of something that didn't seem too rude. “That.. One crush I have and you don't see what I see.” He smiled sheepishly. “Cos, you’re my right-hand man, the one I trust when everything’s falling apart.”

Cosmo leaned on the marble next to him, shoulders tense. “Uh-huh..” He arched a brow. “I know that. I'm just saying.. Hypothetically, if Astro doesn't work out for you..” He trailed off. 

Sprout didn’t answer at first. Too stuck thinking about what Cosmo meant. Then, tentatively, he leaned over and wrapped him and the shorter in a hug, somehow lifting Cosmo a little in the process.(ok we see u muscleman!) “I'm not replacing you with a dumb crush, Cos.” He pat her head, rubbing his cheek against hers. “You're my besty-westy pookie-wookie bear.”

Cosmo groaned, letting some of the tension melt from his frame as he pushed Sprout off playfully. “You are so corny- STOP. “

They stayed like that, giggling and playing with each other. Cosmo landed a few playfully hits at Sprout who was sending kissy faces at him. 

Later, Sprout was sprawled out at the couches, legs tossed over the side, snorting with laughter. “Okay, okay, but imagine—Astro in a tux. He wouldn’t even notice. He’d just fall asleep standing up in the middle of the vows.”

Cosmo, sitting nearby with a raised brow and very crossed arms, muttered, “Yeah. Right after you say ‘I do,’ I bet.”

Sprout scoffed. “Don’t be mean, let me daydream!”

Cosmo rolled his eyes, voice full of mock pain. “Next thing I know you’re gonna be slow dancing with them in your dreams while I’m stuck holding the punch bowl.”

Sprout grinned wide. “You would be good at holding the punch bowl.”

Cosmo tossed a candy at him.

“Admit it,” Sprout teased, ducking. “You’re so jealous. Like—absurdly jealous I get more bitches than you EVER could,”

“You are SINGLE,” Cosmo flipped him off. “And, I’m just suspicious of toons who sleep through their own heartbeat and still somehow steal your attention.”

“But, pookie!-”

“And you won’t stop giggling every time Astro breathes too deeply!”

Before Sprout could fire back, the elevator creaked open.

“Am I interrupting your romantic meltdown?” came Vee’s smooth, sharp voice from the shaft.

Sprout froze. Cosmo immediately went quiet, glancing between the two. Vee hardly spoke to either of them– What's going on. 

She strolled in. “You’re blushing like a schoolboy, Seedly.” Sprout buried his face in his hands. “Please don’t call me that right now.”

Vee’s gaze deepened. “Sprout, come with me for a sec. I want a word.” They placed their hand on his shoulder. He peeked at Cosmo through his fingers, almost a sign for help. 

“I’ll… be fine,” Cosmo mumbled, suddenly much less dramatic.

Vee arched a brow. “Relax, I’m not gonna kill him.” Sprout groaned, dragging himself up. “If I don’t come back in ten minutes, she killed me.”

“Totally,” 

. 

. 

. 

In the elevator, the atmosphere was stiff. Vee hadn't said a word, nor has she pressed a button to a floor. 

“Uhh..” Sprout narrowed his eyes, glancing at her with confusion. “Vee?” He raised his brow in confusion.

The TV pressed a hand to his shoulder, being unnaturally close to him. “Did you really think I wouldn't find out?” She spat, turning him to face her. 

Sprout blinked. “sorry for breaking your spare mic” 

“u did what”

“Nothing,” Sprout glanced away, “-What'd I do though?” He quipped, raising a brow. Vee grabbed ahold of his chin, bringing him down to her level. “Don't be dumb, Seedly, I know you had such a time with Tisha the other day,” They rolled their eyes. 

Sprout pursed his lips, opening his mouth to speak before shutting it and smiling sheepishly. “Oops..?” He shrugged, hoping that would somehow make it better. It did not. 

Vee scoffed, flicking his forehead. “Oops isn't going to cut it,” They hissed. “You think Tisha Can treat you better than I can or something?” 

Sprout shook his head. “No- I didn't say-” Vee shushed him, bringing his face to hers. Her tone dipped into something low and dangerous—yet undeniably flirtatious. “Be honest with me, Seedly,” she said, voice almost a purr now. “You want to make it up to me, don’t you?”

Sprout flushed, face heating up. “I-I mean, like, maybe?”

“Maybe?” Vee tilted their head. “That doesn’t sound like a yes.”

Sprout squirmed, but didn’t pull away. “Well, I—do you want to?”

Vee paused, their fingers still curled loosely under his chin. Her screen dimmed slightly as their voice softened. “I don’t do anything without hearing you say it,” she said, more serious now. “So, can I?”

Sprout blinked at her—taken aback, a little flustered, but clearly touched. He smiled, just a bit shyly. “Yeah,” he murmured, nodding. “You can.”

Vee grinned, sharp and satisfied. “Good,” she said, voice buzzing again. “Then let me show you how much better I am than Tisha.”

They didn’t wait after that. The second the “you can” left his mouth, she was on him—pressing her hands just under his jaw, tracing along his neck the way only an old CRT could. Not quite arousing, but it sparked a gasp out of Sprout anyway.

“You act like you've done this before,” he stammered, half laughing, half breathless.

“Do I look dumb and inexperienced like you are?” she murmured, arching a brow, her tone smug. “And, you clearly need someone who knows what they’re doing.”

Her hands moved from his neck to his side, crawling up it slow and teasing, like she was mapping him out. Sprout’s breath hitched again, his hands twitching awkwardly at his sides. Vee caught one, lacing their fingers together like it was nothing, then raised their screen to look at him dead-on.

“You okay?” she asked, just barely above a whisper. “Still good?”

Sprout nodded so fast it made her laugh.

“Say it,” she teased.

“I’m good—really good. Please don’t stop being weirdly hot right now.”

“God, you’re such a dork,” Vee smirked, then tugged him down for a kiss– Even if she couldn't actually kiss him. It was.. Kind of awkward, to be honest- but- Neither care. Vee's other hand curled tight into his shirt, anchoring him there like they've waited too long to have this.

Sprout melted into it. Honest to god melted, even if he was just smearing spit onto her screen. He made a soft sound, fingers gripping her hand tighter as the elevator hummed around them.

He finally pulled back just enough to mumble, “...Still mad about the mic?”

“Extremely,” They said, not even trying to hide the grin stretching across her screen. “But if you’re a good boy for me, I might forget.” They purred. 

Sprout nodded frantically, arms wrapping around Vee. “You're like a dog. Wanting to be called a good boy.” The TV comments, guiding the two to the shafts wall. They pressed Sprout against it, letting him fall down to his knees. “I think you know what to do from here,” They tugged on his leaves, not enough to provide pain, but just enough it felt somewhat good. 

The berry took a breath before unbuckling Vee's pants, (IT TOOK ME SO FUCKING LONG JUST TO SPELL BUCKLING.) his eyes scanning her boxers. “Do you even have anything down here or am I gonna have to eyeball it?” He said gazing up at them, fingers curling around the waistband. With one swift movement, he pulled them down and then his eyes widened, his jaw elongated. He almost looked petrified. 

“Vee, what on GOD'S green earth is going on here??” He glared at them, staring at the girthy prong that sprung up. “I've seen Bobette's and I thought that was big- What are you packing????” He commented again, just in utter disbelief. 

Then it hit him. “This isn't going in me.. Right..?? You just want a blowie..” He smirked sheepishly. Once he got no response, his smile fell, cheeks reddening more than they already had. “Geez.. You guys are trying to split me in half one of these days..” Sprout scratched the back of his neck before licking his lips, eyes stuck on the large dildo. 

“Where did you even.. Get this from..” He made the mistake of asking. “Made it myself.” Vee spoke proudly, like that was an everyday thing. Sprout's didn't even bother responding to that. Figures Vee would give herself something abnormal. 

He looked at her, a little annoyed. But he decided to try and ignore her comment. He put the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. "There you go," Vee said. As much as this didn't exactly provide her with any pleasure, it did excite them to see Sprout like this. 

He placed his hands on Vee's thighs, stabling himself as he bobbed up and down on her shlong. Vee pulled his leaves again. Sprout couldn't even get all of her down his mouth.. 

I like vee can we te

Before he knew it, saliva started to paint his face and her cock. Sprout gagged, still sucking on the length like his life depended on it. 

He moved his head, going a little deeper. He still had his hand gripping Vee. Sprout continued licking and sucking, slowly taking more and more of Vee's length into his mouth. 

Suddenly, he was shoved off. He coughed, wiping his mouth with his hand. “The hell was that for?” He raised his brow. 

Vee flashed a ‘:]’ before responding. “I think it's time I have a bit of fun.” She pulled him up to stand again, pressing his back against the elevator. “Wait- What if the elevator opens-” Sprout expressed his concern. Vee shrugged. “You wouldn't mind a audience, would you?”

Sprout kept quiet. For some reason.. That idea excited him. 

Vee curled her fingers around his bottoms before dragging them down to his knees in one swift movement. 

“How many toons are you planning on sleeping with anyways?” Vee asked, pressing her fingers against his cunt teasingly. Sprout groaned, shivering at the touch. “I dunno..” He thought about it. “Just.. The amount my brain tells me to do.”

The TV glanced at him, pushing a finger in with ease. “Huh.. Good luck with that then.” She curled that digit around, eliciting a keen from the berry. 

Sprout melted, hands gripping onto the elevator railing. He huffed, shutting his eyes, lips trembling. Vee continued to work their finger around, noticing his growing neediness. They chuckled, keeping the pace slow and teasing, enjoying the small sounds from his lips.

“Already like this and I haven't even truly started yet…” Vee murmured, her grin growing. Her free hand rubbed circles into his hip, keeping him grounded. “You really are cute like this.”

Sprout mumbled something, throwing his head back. (no chat he didn't bang his head on the fucking elevato) Vee smirked at his mutters, slowly adding a second finger. They moved with a steady rhythm, watching him crumble under their touch.

“You seem to be enjoying this quite a lot already, don’t you think?” The TV chuckled, her pace increasing a bit. “Or am I going too slow..?”

Sprout opened his eyes, eyes lazily staring into her own. “V-vee..” He whispered, bucking his hips up to them. They added a third finger. Their ministrations became a bit rougher, though still not as fast as she could’ve gone.

She leaned in close, her voice a teasing whisper next to his ear. “Now look at you, falling apart so easily. You’re just begging for me, aren’t you?” Sprout let out a shaky breath.

Vee soon retracted her fingers, lining up her prong with his hole, wasting no time in pushing in, drinking in the painful, but pleasured scream from Sprout. 

“FfffUCK- VEE!” He threw a hand over her shoulder, his other still onto the railing as if he wanted to break it. Vee hummed, their hands firm against the sides of his waist. Their eyes scanned over him, the way his walls clenched against her cock, his juices pooling out by the single movement she did.

“You want me, don’t you?” Vee purred, rocking their hips into him. Sprout mewled, biting his tongue harshly. “Let’s find out how much you really want it.” The TV rasped, tracing circles into his hips. 

With a rough hump, Vee rammed themself into Sprout’s throbbing PUNANI. (im caribbean ok.) Sprout cursed, gritting his teeth. “VvvvvEEEE! Oh- OH SHIT!” 

Vee placed his scarf over his mouth, muffling his moans. “Hush now, don’t want to attract any unwanted visitors, do we?” She cooed, eyeing him up and down as she pounded into him. “-Unless..” Vee cackled, low, and slick. “You want to be caught?” She teased, rutting their hips.

Sprout’s eyes rolled back, knees nearly buckling against Vee’s dick, sweat oozing down his forehead. He bit down, hard and feisty onto his scarf, stifling a loud growl. “What if.. Cosmo saw you like this?”

Wet squelching sounds of skin against ‘skin’ filled the elevator, occasional murmurs of Sprout’s ragged breathing through his scarf. Vee tutted, burying herself deep in him for a bit, the deafened shriek Sprout made music to her sensors. “Or, Astro,” She leaned in close, her screen just slightly over his face. She took in how his face was sticky and slick with sweat and his chin stained with drool. “Maybe, you’d be so slutty you’d want us all on you.” 

She retracted before slamming into him with such a force, Sprout made a strangled noise, at this point dizzy for Vee’s length. 

Eventually, he came, shuddering and a few tears skimming down his face as he did. Vee’s erratic movements came to a slow, abrupt stop, finally giving Sprout a moment to think. 

It took a minute or so before Vee actually pulled out, letting Sprout slump down to the cold tile, breathing heavily. 

The robot ‘exhaled’, stepping back. They stuffed their junk back in their pants, still watching Sprout attempt to recover from getting plowed at fucking eight p.m.

The strawberry croaked out, his thighs shaky. He finally came to his senses, lips dry. “Vee..” He mumbled, pressing a hand to his forehead. 

“Sprout,” Vee blinked, arms crossed as she took the other side of the elevator to relax. 

Sprout gulped, rubbing his eyes a few times, hesitantly reaching for his pants and underpants. Yeah, underpants because everyone kept shitting on him for his hello kitty panties 💔. “Vee.” He huffed, holding onto the wall as he struggled to stand. 

“Seedly.” The TV tilted her head, finding his struggle amusing. 

Sprout eventually fixed back his bottoms, buttoning them and adjusting how his scarf was on his neck. “Did you have nothing better to do?” He quipped, shaking a bit as he attempted to walk over to her. 

Vee shrugged. “You liked it.” 

“So what if I did?”

Vee’s eyes darted from the elevator and his face. Suddenly, she pressed the buttons on the wall, forcing the doors to open up. 

Outside, stood a very petrified and traumatized Boxten who had been on the bakery floor for a snack from earlier. 

Sprout turned to him, his expression switching from relaxed to flabbergast, to horrified all at once. 

Vee made a noise before stepping out the elevator, leaving Sprout to deal with this.

The two other toons had a short stare off, both wondering who was gonna break it first before Sprout started. 

“Boxten–” 

“N- No.” Boxten sighed, his face turning to the floor. “Just get out.” He mumbled, stepping in the elevator as Sprout practically ran out.

Chapter Text

Boxten sat on Glisten’s couch like someone who’d just come back from war. He was holding a half-eaten cookie he hadn’t looked at in ten minutes. Glisten, stretched dramatically across a velvet chaise in a pink robe like a starlet from a 50s movie, peeked at him over his glasses. The two had been in his room for about two hours and all Boxten was doing was staring. 

“You look like you saw a ghost,” Glisten said, sipping Pop through a straw. “What's on your mind?”

Boxten let out a long, hollow breath. “I saw Sprout..” Glisten raised a brow.

He sat up, finally looking at him. “He had sex. In the elevator. With Vee.”

There was a beat of silence. Glisten blinked.

“Vee Vee?” he asked, setting his drink down. “Like tall, unreadable, impossible-to-impress, will-kill-you-with-one-look Vee?”

Boxten nodded solemnly.

Glisten stood up like he was possessed. “That... that idiot..?”

He paced in a circle. “He couldn’t even flirt with Astro without blushing like a microwaved tomato and now suddenly he’s out here rawdogging the Big Bad Vee in an elevator?!”

Boxten shrugged helplessly. “I dunno! I don’t even think he meant to. I didn't want to hear an explanation so I just–Left.”

Glisten spun on his heel, eyes glittering. “Well if Sprout can get Vee, he can absolutely get me.”

Boxten blinked. “That’s what you took from this..?” He barely had time to say goodbye before Glisten was already out and storming down the hallway like a man on a mission. He didn’t knock—he never knocked—and Sprout let out a startled yelp when his room door flew open.

“You!” Glisten pointed dramatically. “Put on pants. Actually, no. Just come as you are. We’re going shopping.”

Sprout blinked up from his bed, tangled in blankets and confusion. “I—what—huh??”

“No time!” Glisten said, marching in and yanking Sprout to his feet. “I have heard things. Elevator things. Vee things. You things.”

Sprout went redder than he already was. “Wait—who told you?!”

“Boxten, who is terrible at secrets and worse at looking normal.” Glisten waved a hand dismissively as they exited Sprout’s room. “But this isn’t about him. This is about you. And how apparently, you have been hiding that you are an absolute minx.”

“I didn’t hide anything—!”

“You banged Vee,” Glisten said, throwing a wink over his shoulder. “That’s not something you accidentally do, Sprout.”

Sprout sputtered. “It just—happened!”

“Exactly.” Glisten twirled dramatically as they reached his door. “Which means there is untapped potential under all that berry nonsense. And I, Glisten, the best, am going to dress you like the dangerous little temptress you truly are.”

The berry covered his face. “This is embarrassing.” he whined.

“Oh, absolutely,” Glisten said sweetly, unlocking his door. Once he got inside he made a gesture for Boxten to leave. “You may come back when we're done!” He blew a kiss to the purple toon, eyeing as he awkwardly walked away, leaving the two alone. 

Glisten’s room looked like a drag show had exploded in a boutique and then been organized by color. Racks of clothes lined the walls. Silks, mesh, sequins, lace—some things were clearly meant to be worn, others were clearly meant to be removed. There were shoes with heels taller than Sprout’s dignity, and a mirror big enough to expose every last sinful angle.

Sprout stood in the center of it all like a deer in a very sparkly headlight.

“Strip,” Glisten said, already flipping through a rack. “We’re starting with something sheer. You’ve got a good back, I want to show that off.”

Sprout blinked. “You say that like we’re going to a ball.” He tugged at his scarf. “We are!” The mirror hummed. “A fuck-ball, the best kind of party,” Glisten tossed a silky black mesh top at him without looking. “Try that. And those.” He pointed at the tiniest pair of shorts known to man.

(BOOTY SHORTS..) 

Sprout stared at them. “Those are underwear.”

“They are cute,” Glisten glared.

Sprout gave in with a groan and started changing. Glisten pretended not to look, which meant he was very obviously looking in the mirror reflection of his reflection while flipping through hangers. “So,” he said casually, “Vee, huh?”

“Please don’t—” The berry mumbled. 

“No, I am,” Glisten said, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “I just think it’s very cute of you. Sprout, the awkward little bandage boy, seducing the attention-hogging goddess of death. That’s an achievement.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Sprout muttered, struggling to tug the shorts up over his thighs. “It was all her..”

“Well,” Glisten said, voice suddenly a little softer, “I think it’s kind of amazing. That you’re doing this. Going after what you want. Exploring things.”

Sprout glanced over, flustered. “It’s kind of terrifying when I think of it.”

Glisten gave a small smile. “Terrifying can still be hot.”

Then he turned—and promptly dropped the hanger he was holding.

Sprout was standing there, arms crossed over his chest, the mesh top clinging to his frame, the shorts barely containing the situation below. 

atp sprout get naked

Glisten made a sound that might’ve been a whimper.

“…That’s…” he trailed off.

Sprout shifted, clearly self-conscious. “Is it too much—?”

“No. No. It’s just enough,” Glisten said, stepping closer. “Actually, wait. It’s not enough. Take off the top.”

“What?!”

“I wanna see how much better this gets.”

Sprout’s heart was pounding—but slowly, shakily, he lifted the hem and peeled the shirt off. It fell to the floor with a whisper.

Glisten stared. “Perfect.” he winked. Sprout just nodded, still pink in the cheeks, as the mirror practically fled to the other side of the room.

“Try this one next,” Glisten said, tossing a crimson crop top over his shoulder. “And these mesh leggings—carefully, they tear if you even breathe wrong.”

Sprout dutifully changed again, giving the mirror a skeptical glance. “I feel like I’m going to a club I’d get kicked out of for being too soft.”

“Well, duh,” Glisten replied. “And you’d be the reason everyone else got kicked out. That’s the power you’re harnessing right now.”

The next outfit was even worse for Glisten’s composure—straps, sheer panels, and an open back that made it really hard to pretend he wasn’t watching Sprout’s every move.

“Oh,” Sprout said, peering over his shoulder at his reflection. “This one’s kinda cute.”

Glisten made a noise that sounded like a dying tea kettle.

“You’re so cute– Ugh- You're doing this on purpose,” he hissed, placing a hand on his hip. 

“I really, really am not,” Sprout said innocently, adjusting a strap that slid off his shoulder. “I just thought you wanted to help.”

“Oh I do,” Glisten muttered. “I am helping. I’m helping so much.” He pouted. “I’m about to help you onto my lap if you keep looking like that.”

Sprout blinked. “Huh?”

“Nothing!” Glisten turned and flung open another wardrobe. “We still have like six more looks to go. Unless you plan on seducing everyone in the same pair of slutty shorts—which, honestly, is iconic but lazy.”

Sprout sighed dramatically. “This is exhausting. How do you have so many outfits?”

“Oh, Sproutsie,” Glisten said, throwing him a shimmering gold halter, “You're so funny!” He giggled. “You should do stand up!”

Blink. 

“k”

Sprout caught the halter top midair, holding it up suspiciously. “This looks like it would snap if I breathe wrong.”

“That’s the point,” Glisten said sweetly, hands clasped behind his back like an innocent little angel. "Sexiness is structural instability."

Sprout huffed but obediently tugged it on, shimmying a little to get it to settle right. The gold caught the light like a second skin, glinting with every tiny movement.

Glisten watched, expression neutral while Sprout adjusted the collar, tilting his head. “This one’s kinda cool.” “Cool is one word,” He said through clenched teeth. “Hot is another.” He tutted.

Sprout gave a little laugh and turned to look in the mirror, completely oblivious to the way Glisten was eyeing him up and down. 

(Why is Glisten watching me -System Sprout) 

“Maybe I should wear this one when I go meet Astro tomorrow,” Sprout said casually.

Glisten almost dropped dead on the floor. “Astro's not ready for that,” he said hoarsely. “I’m not ready for that. You’re gonna kill somebody!”

Sprout fiddled with the gold strings a little longer, then peeled the halter off carefully. "Okay, what's next?"

Glisten cleared his throat, blinking fast. “Next—mmff—next is this." He yanked another hanger from the rack: a barely-there black mesh tank and a pair of low-slung leather pants.

Sprout raised an eyebrow. "This seems aggressive."

"This is confident," Glisten corrected firmly. "You are embracing your inner 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮. It’s character growth."

With a sigh, Sprout slipped into the new outfit, tugging the pants up with some effort—they clung to him like a second skin, every curve of muscle outlined. The mesh top was laughably thin, showing off his chest, the soft lines of his stomach, his top scars. He twisted around to check himself in the mirror, completely unaware of the way Glisten was frozen behind him, breathing like he just ran a marathon.

"Is it weird?" Sprout asked, smoothing the mesh.

Glisten made a strangled noise. "Nono! It's good! Really good!” He waved his hand around. “Which is, like, insane for you.”

Sprout turned around, confused, and Glisten quickly slapped on a giant fake smile.

"You're killing it, Sprout! Like. Obliterating it. I'm just so proud."

“Thanks,” Sprout said sheepishly. “You’re a good friend, Glisten.”

Glisten laughed a little too hard. "Hahahaha. I know that."

Another outfit. Another slow death.

Glisten tossed a slinky silver slip dress at him next, something scandalously low cut, the kind of thing you'd wear just to get dragged into someone's lap at a bar.

Sprout caught it, blinking. "Is this... a dress?"

"Gender is fake," Glisten chirped. "Put it on!"

The berry blinked before shaking his head, tossing it onto the growing graveyard of outfits piling up on Glisten’s bed. He was flushed from all the changing, leaves a little messy, lips parted as he caught his breath.

Glisten scoffed at that. “Rude,” He rolled his eyes. Desperate, he dug into a drawer under one of the racks. "Okay, okay, last one," he said, voice way too high-pitched to be casual.

He came up with a lacy black thing in one hand and a strappy red one in the other—definitely lingerie. Not even pretending to be anything else.

Sprout blinked at him. "Uh."

Glisten beamed, manic. "Final one! If you can survive this, you can survive anything!"

"...Is that even an outfit?" Sprout said skeptically, holding up the lacy black number. It barely covered anything—it was more holes than fabric.

"It's an experience," Glisten said solemnly, thrusting both at him. "Go on. I'm invested now."

Sprout hesitated, staring at the complicated tangle of straps, lace, and very little actual coverage. He opened his mouth like he was about to argue—but then shrugged and grabbed the red one.

"Fine," he muttered. "But if I get stuck, you're helping."

"I was counting on that," Glisten said under his breath.

Sprout stripped down again—Glisten heroically turned around this time, focusing on the ceiling and reciting math equations in his head—then, after a lot of struggling and a few muttered curses, Sprout spoke up. 

"...Glisten. Help."

Glisten turned.

And he saw.

The red lingerie clung to Sprout’s body like a sin. Thin straps tracing his hips, lace barely covering him, an open back, the soft hint of muscle, the flush spreading down his chest.

Glisten dropped to his knees like he’d been shot.

"Oh my GOD," he gasped.

Sprout stared down at him, half-dressed and helpless. "Uh. Is it bad?"

"Bad?" Glisten echoed, looking up like he was praying. "Sprout. You’re... you’re not allowed to walk around like this. You’ll start wars."

He pressed a dramatic hand to his heart. "I’m about to start one."

Sprout flushed even darker, fidgeting in the lingerie. "I don't know if this is really me..."

"It’s better," Glisten breathed. "It’s an awakening."

Sprout laughed nervously, tugging one of the straps. "It’s kinda tight."

Glisten’s lips curled upwards. 

"I can fix it," he said way too fast, reaching out without thinking, hands skimming the sides of Sprout’s hips.

Sprout shivered under the touch. Glisten swallowed hard and tried—tried—to keep his hands professional as he skimmed his fingers under one of the thin red straps cutting across the main’s side.

"Too tight right here," he murmured, barely above a whisper.

Sprout let out a tiny, nervous laugh, arms half-raised as Glisten leaned in closer, focusing like a man defusing a bomb.

He slid his hands up, carefully tugging the strap looser over Sprout’s shoulder. His knuckles brushed Sprout’s collarbone—warm, flushed, delicate. He sucked in a soft breath.

Glisten kept moving, adjusting the delicate lace along his back, the open dip of skin making his hands tremble. Every part of Sprout he touched was just... soft. Bare. Breakable.

"There," Glisten said, voice almost cracking. He tugged gently at another strap, smoothing it flat against Sprout’s side. "Better?"

Sprout shifted on his feet, blinking down at him with wide, innocent eyes. "I think so? Maybe—"

One of the thigh straps slipped loose, sliding down his leg.

"Hold still," Glisten said, dropping to a crouch.

Sprout obeyed, standing awkwardly as Glisten gripped his thigh, fingers tracing the strap back into place. His palms smoothed slowly over the curve of Sprout’s leg, his chest, his hips—steady, methodical.

Sprout was staring down at him, cheeks pink, mouth parted—and for one long, loaded second, neither of them moved.

Glisten’s hands stayed exactly where they were: low on Sprout’s hips, the lingerie between them flimsy and useless.

Sprout licked his lips, nervous. "Um... Glisten?"

"Yeah?" Glisten said hoarsely. "You’re... still touching me."

Glisten blinked. Realized he was gripping him a little too tight. Realized he hadn’t breathed in a full minute.

Slowly, painfully, Glisten started to pull away- But, Sprout’s hand caught his wrist. He froze.The berry tugged, gently, pulling him a little closer.

"...You don’t have to stop," 

Sprout's fingers stayed wrapped around Glisten’s wrist, holding him there like he was scared he'd run. As if Glisten could.

“You’re... kind of gorgeous, you know that?” he said, almost like a confession. “Like, not just cute. Hot. And I think we’ve both known that for a while.”

Sprout opened his mouth, but didn’t get the chance to respond—because Glisten leaned in close, tilted his head, and murmured, “Can I kiss you?” Sprout nodded.

With a low, broken noise, Glisten surged up, capturing Sprout’s mouth in a kiss that was messy, desperate, starving. Sprout gasped against him—and Glisten took full advantage, tilting his head to deepen it, pressing their bodies together.

The lingerie’s thin fabric was no barrier—he could feel everything. Sprout was warm and pliant against him, clutching at his shoulders, kissing back just as hungrily.

Glisten’s hands roamed shamelessly, dragging down Sprout’s sides, squeezing his hips, his thighs, anywhere he could reach. He pulled the main closer, grinding their bodies together, shuddering when Sprout whimpered against his lips.

They pulled apart slowly, Glisten’s hand still curled against Sprout’s waist, his thumb brushing bare skin. Sprout blinked up at him, dazed, lips a little kiss-swollen.

“Gosh,” Glisten groaned, pulling back just enough to bite at Sprout’s jaw, his neck, dragging kisses down his flushed skin. “You’re so—” He squealed. 

Sprout’s knees wobbled, and the mirror caught him, laughing breathlessly as he pushed him backward, onto the bed.

Sprout hit the mattress with a soft noise, the red straps sliding over his skin, almost invisible due to his skin shade. Glisten crawled over him, straddling his waist, hands braced on either side of his head.

"You're gonna kill me," Glisten panted, drinking in the sight of him, chest heaving, lingerie clinging to all the right places.

Sprout grinned up at him, dizzy and wicked. "Sorry?"

"Not sorry enough," Glisten muttered—and then he was kissing him again, rougher this time, hands sliding down to grab his thighs and hook them around his hips.

Sprout arched up into him, desperate and eager and so pretty Glisten could barely think straight.

He rocked against him, grinding down slow and heavy, and Sprout’s head tipped back, a sweet, breathy moan escaping him.

That sound—that damn sound—went straight to Glisten’s head.

"Shit," he muttered against Sprout’s throat. "You're nearly as perfect as me,"

Sprout laughed, breathless, tugging at his hair. "Then stop talking and—hnngh—do something!"

Glisten didn’t need to be told twice.

He slid his hands under the flimsy straps, dragging the lingerie up and over Sprout’s body, revealing more and more skin with every impatient tug.

Sprout wriggled under him, giggling a little between gasps, helping kick the thing off until he was bare and gorgeous and so darn willing.

Glisten stared for half a second, dazed.

Then he dropped back down, mouths colliding, hands wandering greedily, and the rest of the world blurred away.

Sprout squirmed under him, flushed and panting, his hands roaming Glisten’s back with no real direction—just needing to touch.

"Sproutsie," he rasped, trailing kisses down his chest, "you're so good, you're so pretty—"

Sprout whimpered and, in a burst of messy courage, shoved at Glisten’s chest, flipping them both over.

Glisten yelped in surprise as he landed flat on his back, Sprout straddling him, leaves wild. "Stay there," he said, voice cracking adorably.

Glisten blinked up at him, heart hammering.

"...Oh my God," he whispered.

Sprout leaned down, mouth clumsy and desperate as he kissed him again, hands pushing up under Glisten’s shirt, tracing over his sides, his chest. Glisten arched into it, whimpering against his lips.

(Jesus guys neither of u are going ANYWHERE calm down) 

"You can—" Glisten gasped between kisses, "You can do whatever you want, Sprout."

Sprout kissed down his neck, licking and sucking little marks into his skin. His hands slid down Glisten’s stomach, dragging the hem of his clothes with it.

Glisten moaned openly, clutching at the sheets.

Sprout sat up a little, cheeks pink, hands trembling as he pushed Glisten’s bottoms down enough to free him—and Glisten, blushing furiously, kicked them the rest of the way off.

They were both undressed, flushed, aching for more.

Sprout hesitated, breath shaky.

Glisten noticed, reaching up to cup his cheek. "Hey. You okay?"

Sprout nodded quickly. "I just—uh. I’ve never—"

"You’re doing amazing," Glisten breathed, smiling crookedly. "Promise."

Sprout’s mouth twitched into a shy smile—and then, emboldened, he rutted his hips down, grinding against Glisten’s bare cock with the soft, wet heat of himself.

Glisten choked on a moan, hands flying to Sprout’s hips.

"Holy—shit, Sprout—!"

Sprout gasped too, the sensation hitting both of them at once. Warm, slick, desperate.

He rocked again, awkward at first—but then again, finding a rhythm, grinding their bodies together, slickness smearing between them.

Glisten bucked up into him, hips stuttering, lost to the feeling.

"God, you’re—" Glisten tried to speak, failed. "You’re so— please—"

Sprout leaned over him, bracing his hands on Glisten’s chest, panting, cheeks burning bright.

It was messy, frantic, their bodies sliding together wet and sticky, every thrust making Glisten whimper, every grind making Sprout tremble and bite his lip.

Glisten was falling apart under him, writhing, head thrown back, mouth spilling breathy, desperate noises with every grind of Sprout’s hips.

Sprout, wide-eyed and overwhelmed, leaned down to kiss him again, swallowing every sound.

They rocked together, lost in each other—sloppy, imperfect, and perfect all at once.

And when Glisten came, it was with a high, helpless whine into Sprout’s mouth, hips jerking up, clutching Sprout like he was scared he’d vanish.

Sprout wasn’t far behind. The sight of Glisten wrecked, pretty, all because of him dragged him over the edge too, hips stuttering, body trembling with it.

They collapsed together in a sticky, breathless heap, tangled and clinging.

Glisten giggled dazedly against Sprout’s shoulder.

"Holy shit," he whispered.

Sprout laughed too, giddy and wrecked. "Was that... okay?"

Glisten lifted his head weakly, looking at him like he hung the damn stars.

"It was something,” He hummed. “Not bad!”

Sprout beamed, bashful.

Glisten tugged him down for another kiss, smiling into it.

Chapter Text

Boxten sprawled across Glisten’s bed, lazily flipping through a fashion magazine he definitely wasn’t reading. Glisten was at his vanity, smoothing glitter gloss over his bottom lip, humming a happy little tune and glowing like someone who’d just been thoroughly ruined.

Which—he had.

"So," Boxten said casually, glancing over the top of the magazine, "You and Sprout, huh?"

Glisten smirked at himself in the mirror. "Mhm."

"You look smug as heck..."

"I feel smug as hell. You wouldn’t believe how cute he was," Glisten giggled, spinning around in his chair. “Like, all shy and pouty and soft, but then he’s grinding on me in a mesh teddy and-” He exhaled. “I almost flatlined."

Boxten blinked. “Oh..”

Glisten threw a pillow at him. “It was iconic! A religious experience–I have been blessed.”

Boxten caught the pillow, but didn’t smile. He tossed it aside, shifting onto his elbows. “Huh.”

Glisten tilted his head. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Boxten shrugged. “Nothing. Just... didn’t think you were that into him.”

“Oh please,” Glisten rolled his eyes. “Sprout’s been marching around GardenView seducing everyone in sight. I just got my turn.”

Boxten’s jaw twitched slightly. “Right. Your turn.”

Glisten’s eyes narrowed a little, clocking the tone. “Why? Are you jealous?” He teased. 

Boxten looked away, tapping his fingers against the comforter. “Not jealous…”

“Uh-huh.” Glisten leaned forward with a grin. “You so are.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re totally thinking about it.”

Boxten didn’t say anything. His cheeks burned slightly.

Glisten leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs, lips curling. “Well… if you are... you could always ask him.”

Boxten glanced at him sharply. Glisten just shrugged innocently.

Boxten then flopped back against the mattress, groaning into his arm. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Glisten sing-songed, turning back to the vanity to re-curl a piece of his bangs. “You just hate that I got there first!”

Boxten grumbled something inaudible.

Glisten smirked at his reflection. “Admit it! You’re curious.”

Boxten didn’t answer right away, just stared up at the ceiling, his arms crossed behind his head. “...Maybe.”

“Oop!” Glisten turned fully around in his chair, clasping his hands together. “That was almost a confession! So brave of you, babe.”

“Don’t push it….”

“I’m just saying.” Glisten stood and walked over, flopping down beside Boxten with a bounce. “If you're thinking about it, now’s the time. Sprout’s basically on a world tour of sluttiness. Might as well hop on the ride while it’s still going.”

Boxten looked at him, face unreadable. “Isn’t that kind of messed up..?”

“What, enjoying yourself?” Glisten gave him a deadpan look. “No. Sprout’s clearly asking for it. Literally. He got Cosmo, he got Vee, he got ME–He’s living his best life.”

Boxten chewed on his cheek, uncertain. “Yeah, but… I don’t know. Doesn’t it get weird? Mixing relationships and that stuff?”

Glisten snorted. “Boxy... It’s GardenView. Everything’s weird. We respawn. Sprout’s not looking to get married—he’s looking to get railed. There’s a difference.”

A beat of silence.

Boxten sat up slowly, arms on his knees. “...Was it really that good?”

Glisten blinked. Then broke into a grin. “Yes.”

“God dammit!”

Later, Boxten wandered into the kitchen, yawning and rubbing the back of his neck. “Cosmo?” he called, peeking around the fridge. “You said we were gonna make those tape-chip cookies today—hello?”

Silence.

The oven was off. The lights were low. Not a baking tray in sight.

“Cos,” Boxten muttered, checking the pantry. “You flake on me again and I’m telling Sprout…”

“Tell me what?”

Boxten jolted, turning to see Sprout leaning against the doorway, sipping something from a cartoon mug. He was in pajama pants, a loose tank top hanging off one shoulder.

Boxten blinked. “You..”

Sprout blinked back. “Me..?”

Boxten hesitated. He hadn't meant to run into him—hadn't planned anything—but the way he stood there, sleepy, lips glossed with whatever brown matter, and eyes half-lidded, it all hit him like a bat to the brain.

Glisten’s words floated up unhelpfully,

He’s looking to get railed.

Boxten cleared his throat. “Have you seen Cosmo..?”

“Nope,” Sprout said, sipping again. “Think he’s with Looey or something.. Why?”

Boxten scratched his jaw. “We were supposed to bake.”

“I see,” Sprout tilted his head, grinning. “Need help finding your teacher?”

Boxten stared.

Sprout raised a brow. “What?”

“...Can I um.. You-know-what with you..?”

Sprout blinked, caught off guard. He choked, coughing up a storm before snapping back at Boxten. He set the mug down slowly, looking Boxten over. “What brought this on..?”

The shorter shrugged. “Ehh..Glisten wouldn’t shut up. I figured I’d try my luck.”

Sprout tilted his head, cautious. “In the kitchen?”

“No,” Boxten said simply, stepping forward. “I was thinking… the bathroom down the hall.”

.

Then Sprout snorted. “You wanna do this in a public restroom?”

“You’re the one seducing half the building,” Boxten deadpanned. “Don’t act brand new.”

Sprout laughed, low and breathy. “Touché.”

He pushed off the doorway, grabbed his hand, and tugged him along without another word.

Boxten nearly jumped out of his skin. What the hell was he doing?? 

Well.. There’s no going back now.. He gulped, following Sprout as he tugged him along. Soon, they reached the bathrooms and they both went in, Sprout letting Boxten in first, looking behind him to ensure nobody saw exactly before shutting the door.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind them with a low thud. Sprout barely had time to turn around before Boxten backed him against the cool tile wall, his hands braced on either side of his sides. He looked flustered, unsure—but the heat in his eyes said everything he hadn’t yet figured out how to say.

“You’re getting bold..” Sprout murmured, amused, breath catching in his throat.

Boxten huffed a forced chuckle. “Please never mention this to anyone.”

It didn’t take long before Sprout leaned in, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss—rougher than the poor music box would’ve expected, messier than it had any right to be. His hands hovered for a moment before they slid down, resting on his waist like he was still testing the waters, still reeling from the fact that he was even letting him.

Sprout responded in kind, hands propped against his shoulders. He deepened the kiss, tilting his head, letting his fingers tug at the collar of his shirt.

The bathroom felt too small, too warm, the air between them thick and humming with tension. Boxten pulled back just enough to look him over, eyes raking down the curve of his thighs, the flush in his cheeks, the teasing smile playing on his lips.

“I.. Wow..” he muttered, lost in thought.

Sprout laughed softly. “Thanks, I think..” 

Boxten grumbled and tugged at Sprout’s loose tank, bringing him down to his face again. The rest melted into heated kisses, roaming hands, and the soft thud of someone bumping into the counter. Clothes shifted, teasing remarks traded like currency. 

Sprout’s back hit the sink, giggling into Boxten’s mouth as he fumbled with his belt. “You’re shaking,” he whispered between kisses, voice a breathy tease. “Nervous?”

Boxten grunted. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Sprout grinned, trailing a hand up his side, then down, featherlight. “You’re kinda—mm—tense.”

“I said I’m fine.”

Sprout kissed him again, slow and syrupy this time. “Alright,” he murmured. “Then prove it.”

And Boxten did.

He kissed him like he had something to prove, like Glisten’s smug little voice was still ringing in his head, like he didn’t want to be the last one in GardenView to find out what Sprout tasted like. His hands found Sprout’s hips, then lower, tugging him closer like he’d snap in half if there were even an inch between them.

Sprout gasped softly against his lips, one hand curling into Boxten’s shirt. “Easy,” he whispered, eyes lidded. “I'm not going anywhere.”

Boxten smirked for the first time. “I’d hope not.. Or else I just fumbled.”

Sprout arched into him, smirking right back. “Pfft–” He giggled. “Don't worry, you're doing great in my eyes.”

Boxten didn’t answer. He just pressed in, lips trailing from mouth to jaw to neck, teeth grazing tender skin like he finally found the nerve to bite back. And Sprout—dramatic as ever—moaned like they were filming a scene, one hand covering his mouth to muffle the noise.

That only spurred Boxten on.

Clothes shifted. A shirt hit the floor. The tension turned molten.

Neither of them said it aloud, but both knew this wasn’t about feelings, not yet. This was curiosity, hunger, a dare half-accepted and fully acted on. It was messy and impulsive and everything Boxten said he didn’t do—but here they were, in a locked bathroom, all breath and heat and reckless desire.

Sprout leaned his head back, laughing softly as Boxten tugged his tank top lower. “You’re not bad at this…”

Boxten sighed. “Don’t sound so surprised.”

Sprout cupped his cheek, guiding him up for another kiss. “Don’t get cocky,” he murmured. “That’s my job.”

Boxten groaned, “Oh my god—”

And Sprout kissed him just to shut him up.

Boxten’s breath hitched as Sprout pushed him back against the sink, hands sliding under his shirt like he’d done this a hundred times. Maybe he had. Boxten didn’t know—didn’t care, really. Not with the way Sprout was looking at him, like he was something sweet he couldn’t wait to devour.

“Up,” Sprout whispered against his ear.

Boxten obeyed, hoisting himself onto the counter with a slight grunt. His legs spread instinctively, pulling Sprout in between them. Their mouths met again—hot, hungry, a little desperate. The kind of kiss that left teeth clashing and lips stinging. Boxten’s hands fumbled with the hem of Sprout’s tank, dragging it up, up, over his head.

Sprout let it fall to the floor, smirking. “You’re not as shy as you act, huh?”

Boxten didn’t answer. He yanked Sprout in again, this time grinding against him, shameless and flushed. Sprout gasped against his mouth, rutting back with equal heat, his hands now gripping Boxten’s hips like a lifeline.

The bathroom echoed with the sounds of breathless moans, of rustling fabric and stifled curses. Boxten’s pants were halfway down his thighs before he even registered it, Sprout’s fingers curling around him with practiced ease.

“Shit–” Boxten muttered, head falling back, eyes fluttering shut.

Sprout chuckled, low and breathy, and leaned in to mouth at his throat. “Relax. Let me take care of you.”

And he did.

Sprout dropped to his knees, barely giving Boxten time to panic before he’d already taken him into his mouth. Warm, wet, skilled. Boxten’s entire body jerked, hands flying to Sprout’s leaves, his breath coming in broken, gasping waves.

“Oh–Oh my gosh, you’re– you’re insane–”

Sprout hummed in response, tongue dragging slow and filthy along the underside of his cock. It sent sparks down Boxten’s spine, his thighs trembling around Sprout’s shoulders. He tried to speak, tried to warn him, but Sprout just kept going—deeper, messier, like he wanted to ruin him right there on the porcelain.

Boxten came with a choked-off sound, biting his knuckles to keep from crying out. His whole body quaked, his mind blank with aftershock. Sprout pulled back with a wet gasp, licking his lips like he was proud of himself. He stood, eyes gleaming.

“That was fast..”

Boxten stared at him, still panting, still red-faced. “I–I can't handle much I'm sorry–”

Sprout narrowed his eyes, biting his tongue. “It's fine.”

A beat passed. Boxten glanced down. “...You want me to—?”

Sprout tilted his head. “You offering?”

Boxten nodded.

And now, Sprout ended up bent over the sink this time, breath fogging the mirror, hands braced on the edge while Boxten fumbled behind him, too flustered to be graceful but too turned on to care. He looked flushed in the reflection—cheeks pink, lips kiss-swollen, leaved falling into his eyes. His shorts were pushed down around his thighs, and Boxten was right behind him, hands trembling as they held Sprout’s waist.

“Still good?” Boxten asked, voice rough.

“Yeah,” Sprout panted. “I—I’m good. Just fuck me already.”

Boxten didn’t need to be told twice. He slicked his fingers with spit, messy and desperate, and reached down between them, fumbling a little. Sprout whined at the first touch—hips twitching, back arching with the smallest, impatient roll.

“God,” Boxten mumbled, pushing in a finger, then two, trying to be quick but careful. Sprout clenched around them, groaning. “You’re tight—”

(his ass btw bcuz we all know damn well he's not.) 

“Yeah, genius,” Sprout snapped breathlessly. “Get in me already.”

“Tell me if I do anything wrong,” Boxten muttered, voice low.

“You’re doing fine,” Sprout gasped, head falling forward.

Boxten could feel himself twitching as he lined up, the heat between them practically dizzying. His hands gripped Sprout’s hips, thumbs digging into soft skin. He eased in slowly, hissing through his teeth. Sprout tensed, then let out a low, drawn-out moan that echoed off the tile.

“F-fuck, Boxy–” he gasped, voice caught halfway between a whimper and a laugh. “You’re… kind of big.”

Boxten’s head spun. “Uh.. T-Thanks..”

Sprout laughed breathlessly. “Keep talking and I’m gonna lose it.”

Once he was fully in, they both froze for a second—just breathing, pressed together, skin sticking from sweat and heat. Boxten leaned over Sprout’s back, chest to his shoulders, teeth grazing the curve of his neck.

“You feel so good..” he whispered.

The first few thrusts were slow—testing the pace, adjusting to each other—but that didn’t last long. Sprout started pushing back, greedy and shameless, taking Boxten deeper, faster. Their bodies smacked together with wet, obscene sounds, each impact punching a moan out of Sprout’s throat.

“Harder,” Sprout begged. “Come on—harder, don’t be shy now—”

Boxten obeyed, hips snapping harder, his rhythm quickening. His fingers dug into Sprout’s hips, dragging him back into each thrust. Sprout's nails scraped at the porcelain, knuckles going white as he gripped the sink.

Boxten was panting, grunting, too focused to speak. Sprout was a mess in front of him—his leaves sticking to his forehead, sweat trickling down his back, mouth hanging open as the mirror rattled beneath his weight.

Every thrust hit deep, pulled a broken sound out of Sprout that went straight to Boxten’s brain. He couldn’t stop—didn’t want to stop—even as his legs started to shake and his vision blurred around the edges.

“I’m—” Boxten choked. “I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” Sprout moaned. “Come in me—c’mon, Boxten—”

Boxten groaned, burying himself one last time, hips stuttering as he spilled inside Sprout. Sprout let out a deep, guttural moan, shaking underneath him, thighs trembling.

They stayed like that for a second—Boxten slumped over Sprout’s back, both of them breathless and hot and soaked in sweat.

Eventually, Boxten pulled back with a shaky laugh, helping Sprout upright. “Sheesh..”

Sprout turned to him with a grin, cheeks pink, hair a disaster. “You fucked me stupid.”

Boxten wiped sweat off his brow. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“Me neither,” Sprout rolled his eyes. “That’s how you know it was good.”

Boxten groaned. “I’m never listening to Glisten again.”

“Liar,” Sprout teased, bumping their shoulders together.

“Yeah,” Boxten admitted with a grin, “Okay. Maybe not.”

Chapter Text

“This list keeps getting wilder and wilder, you know that, Sprout?” Cosmo commented, reviewing the whiteboard for what felt like the millionth time. “Might as well ask them for tapes while you're at it.” He suggested, flipping around the whiteboard to something else.

Sprout stared at him from across the room. “I'm not a prostitute.” He narrowed his eyes. Cosmo raised a brow. “Are you sure..?” He said with a growing smirk. “I mean.. This is kinda the equivalent of you being a prostitute.. Just without the money.”

whenn I was younger I thought prostitution was a religious thing. lmao.

Sprout rolled his eyes and tossed a pillow at Cosmo. “Let's remember the only reason I'm doing this is because you thought it'd be cool or something.” He reminded. The cake roll yelped as the pillow hit his face, stumbling back a little. “Hey! It's not entirely my fault! Blame Astro for giving you that dream.”

“Wait, what.” Sprout went wide eyed, glancing at Cosmo in a bit of worry. The pastry looked up at him with slight confusion. “Blame Astro for giving you that dream..?” He repeated, furrowing his brows. The strawberry nearly fainted, a hand rushing up to his face. “I completely forgot Astro could see our dreams! Oh my god–” He fell over onto his bed, bouncing with it. “Do you think he sees me as a weirdo now? He probably thinks I'm a slutty freak–”

“Well, you are.”

“Not helping!”

Cosmo stifled a giggle, thinking of a response. “Well.. Maybe they're a freak too…?” He shrugs. Sprout glared at him. “Cosmo, what the hell are you on about.” He scoffed. “Astro? Being a little freak under all that shyness? No way.” He rolled over, facing the ceiling. “I think you're just trying to not make me panic.”

Cosmo blinked. “Do you want me to make you panic…?” “NO!” The strawberry gawked, pulling a pillow over his face. “This is the worst day ever.. No wonder they're so weird around me now..” He muttered.

“....Literally everyone is weird around you now..”

Sprout threw the pillow he had at her again.

“Hey- Stop!-” She caught this one and flung it back with a huff. “That doesn't mean anything bad!”

Sprout groaned. “Cos, when toons look at me, they probably think;” He put up quotation marks with his fingers. ““Oh, that's the guy that's banging everyone” Or something along those lines.” He sighed.

Cosmo made a sound. “Too late to turn back now.. Might as well live up to your title.” She shrugs once more.

The berry sat up, stretching. “Alright,” He started. “You're right.”

“Huh?” Cosmo stared with slight perplexity. “I was joking..” Sprout stood up and walked over to him, gazing down at him. “I have nothing better to do anyways.. So..”