Sun Mote Copse My whole squad's in here, walking around the party

The horror show was over as quickly as it started, with Alyx clapping her gummy jaws shut and whistling a plaintive complaint. Her mouth was coated with sour-tasting scum and she was left feeling shaky. At least the pain in her belly had lessened. The smell of sour milk assaulted her nose and she scrunched her pugged muzzle. Instinctively, she began flailing her arms in an effort to turn away from the stench.

Then came Niamh to the rescue. She couldn't hear her mother's logic, but Alyx would've wholeheartedly agreed if she could. Looking pretty was everything. And even if she couldn't hear and didn't yet have the faculties to appreciate this, Alyx did appreciate any form of attention. She veritably melted under the warmth of her mother's tongue, flattening into a cooing puppy puddle with each sweep of Niamh's tongue. Behind her, her tiny worm-like tail wriggled with delight.