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darkdreamtheorist · 3 months
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Matt reveals a secret to Roberta (via perchance Mini Scenario Generator)
Caitlin invites Roberta to a sleepover at her Alberta villa with the rest of her Slumber Posse, with Matt as their bouncer throwing any wildlife or riffraff comin’ to crash their party. Robbie hopes her Gargoyle side doesn’t show shud the sun mark he painted on her back gets smudged.
While Cait’s Crew partook in Freaky Stories and shlock movies for the long night, Roberta looks for Matt to reapply the sun mark. She lookd for him in the bathroom doing his business, but sees the tang coyote had snuck off to the kitchen, chugging a whole carton of milk from the fridge. The long-footed Blue-Grey Pinscher jumped on Matt, tweaking him to spit out the 1/4 pint in his muzzle back to the carton. He closed the lid and zipped the carton back in the fridge as he lied flat in defeat, his ears drooped down, pouted in shame as Robbie stone glares him. When he was free, Matt dropped on fours, bashful, facing away from Berta’s glare when she inquired of his midnite snack.
“😠Think you can save a few pints for the sleepover Facials!? 😓 And maybe a fresh Sun glyph on my back? We don’t want Cait and her clique to live out a B-Movie when my stony self kicks in!”
“Uh, sorry.” Matt apologized, but couldn’t stop musing over the drops that touched his tongue in silence as he applied the mark with his kekaishi paints on Roberta’s shoulder. “🤤Minnesota. Fine grown feed. Age 15.”
Robbie darted to Matt, whisping her query while still inking a fresh mark. “😑 Oh great, just wut I need, a milk sommolier. As if you got all that from the swill you just spat back into the jug. 🤔Although, I heard one of Cait’s guests gossip about a milkmaid by the shed. Guess that’s how this estate gets fresh dairy w/o going to a Winn-Dixie. btw, how did you know she was some Fargo Teen? You’d have to be close and personal to their udder and not get kicked back before milking.”
Embarrassed, Matt leared over her ear to share his secret cow whispering prowess, covering with his front paw so the sleepover guests don’t read him four steps away from the main hall.
“😖I always drank straight from the source. 😓For 6 years I’ve tasted and milked every maid that ever lived & come across for a taste of the good stuff, tho I did have to do them favors before they let me squeeze their udders!”
“😰You had milk from every cow in N’Gaia?”
“😞And other cloppy toed ladies. Yaks, Llamas, Moosies, even Goat’s milk. Bit sour goin’ in and out.”
“Do you crawl under their udders and pull them down ur gap when they’re asleep if they didn’t let you?”
“Naw, dat wud b Bad Boi Ed. A Good Boi asks if they need help with chores round their house or run errands. The Deed’s done, and they spritz me a cup or get on all fours n I squeeze a bucket full out back or in a private stable…or down the hatch, like u said. They don’t like it, but forgive me they do, big ol puppy dog Matt here.” Just as the inquiry finished, so was Matt’s seal for Robbie’s grotesque change, and she was ready to come back for the makeover part of Cait’s party.
“Yeah, you’re older and taller than any dog I’ve met, mixed or purebred. And, btw, Caitlin’s Slumber Posse ain’t gonna like a frickin’ kai-oat (coyote) raiding her kitchen of her guests’ snacks and DIY facial mask ingredients.”
“I’m housebroken, and don’t tell her, please! I didn’t spill ur rocky heritage to her or her would-be pals, and I don’t want them thinkin’ I’m some dairy vampire about to suck the Milkmaid dry.”
“Long as Spin the Bottle or Truth or Dare aren’t on the list, we’re In for now.” “Dewclaw swear it?”
“😨😞*sigh* 😒yeah, I Dewclaw swear.” ☺️ Robbie & Matt return to the Middle room where Cait and pals are finishing the movie-thon, none wiser of the kicthen incident.
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