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I love it!!! Thank you so much for doing this! Love the design on both Xanadu and Fira, plus the cup design!

I wonder whyyyyy you say this… :3c

I mean, who says the didn't vanish from some OTHER place to go and sing in the studio?

So now the BOTH of you are kissing one another. Letting your eyes flutter as you hear and feel the latex spreading up your bodies. Feeling their crotch twitch against yours, hands interlocking. Two silly victims to the oncoming spread of a powerful demon's latex. Soon-to-be unleashed on all...

3/3

If you had to guess? They wanted to see what would happen if they mixed demonic influence with latex. See how you reacted to it once it spread from your feet to your body.

But the thing about demonic magic, it only works if the sigil is properly made... which Fira didn't double check.

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P e a k?

Do iiiiiiiiiiiiiit (if you'd like)! Glad you enjoyed it, it was fun to find a way to combine the two prompts!

Of course~!! Gotta keep that head and neck safe, thanks to the smart ingenuity of a certain croc and their greninja friend~.

E l e v e n.

This time you don't wake up, your head sagging down in front of yourself. The inflatable collar activates as it keeps your sleeping head level. Sleeping on its soft latex as Miss Azul chuckles. Already calculating for tomorrow how hard you'll drop for the 12th time...

7/7

That heavy head of yours can barely keep itself up as your darkening vision sees her grinning. Her teeth on display, eyes glaring into your very essence.

That's right... you've done this so many times. You're such a good drone to forget all of this for her entertainment...

6/7

Four times... five times... bobbing now six times. That feeling of sleepiness and relaxation washing over you that many times stronger. It's practically impossible to form a single thought as you give a weak moan of confusion.

Seven... eight... nine... ten...

5/7

"Drop and Stop, Drone."

Your body reacts before your mind does. Swaying, yet still at attention with your hands by your sides. Eyes beginning to droop as your head slowly begins to bob.

It bobs once... then twice... three times now. Each bob bringing you further down, down, down...

4/7

"Good drone. You know what to do when I say that pretty little phrase of yours. I need a statue for the day, and it's always nice to see you so willing to volunteer every time, toy."

...wait... no, you've not volunteered for her, and yet... why do you feel so ready for what comes next?

3/7

Yet when you go to her, she always asks you the same question:

"How many times have you been told to come here?"

You answer, your lips moving on their own.

"11 times, Miss Azul."

...no. It couldn't have been THAT many times, you would have remembered that.

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