[Incest] Fuck 'em

Where do you go for a date when you live at a brothel in the middle of buttfuck nowhere?

And hell, even if there was anywhere good to go 'round here, you can't do shit when all your money goes on rent, food, and bullshit 'petty damages' reports from bent management. Those fucks never liked you anyway, s'what it all is. And those accusations of sneaking alcohol can fuck right off, too.

So, fuck, you need the release, both of you. Whatever it takes. And hell, you're with them, and what else matters? So fuck it - you go on the date right in the club you work at.

Throw off the aprons. Shove on all your new piercings. Laugh loudly down the corridors, 'cause this ain't work no more. Tonight's a night to get wild, and you're the clients, so you're fuckin' allowed. Order around a couple o' your night colleagues, just for kicks. Snag that bottle of bourbon from the other table while no-one's looking. Take a few reckless swigs, and match your other half's grin, flickering all different colours in the strobing club lights...

And y'know, as bullshit as this place is - at least folks here don't bat and eye when you go kiss your twin right in the open.

Even if some of them avert your gaze to when you grab them close, hungry teeth locking with teeth, paws dragging along fur, sheath and spade shoved together. Hell, there's even some applause and cheering from a nearby table. Why would it be for anything but you?

And why would it matter if it isn't? This is your fuckin' night.

Rolling and bouncing and thrusting and moaning. Indulge yourself! Knock the table over to make more room. Let the music tumble over you, your laughter lost to the heady trance beats and pleasant boozy numbness as you writhe and grind and press yourself right up against your sibling lover.

Oh fuck, do they feel good. You claw at them, at the carpet, at the chairs. Your loins tingling and shooting with pleasure, pleasure you're chasing like a rabid dog, and they're right there, racing alongside you. Your breathless panting is far more important than the tinkling of smashing glass.

You'll probably hear no end of this tomorrow. S'usual. A big fat red mark on your next paycheck. Fuckin' management.

Fuck 'em.

Tonight's for you.

And you're gonna enjoy every wild bit of it.
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Mightyena are so punk. They've got the main, the teeth, the type, and the style. So why don't I lean into that a little?

I've always loved playing around with Sinister and Dextus, my twins here, but asude from their face markings there's not really been anything big about their design. And recently, I was thinking that I wanted to try out some of that outward character expression! So I had a play around, and thought I'd show off their new look in a hot new piece~

So here they are. No big change, just a swept-over mane, a handful of piercings, stud in the tongue - and a mirror image of it for their partner. Something to give them that punk style, let them express themselves a lil' more. And a picture to cement it~

More of these two to come in the future, I can assure y'all of that <3

Enjoy~
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Punkish stylings are just so fun to play with in art. Have some more I've done~
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