Stavanger Bay [m] Be our guest

She stares vaguely for several beats. Is she buffering? Bushtit looks around, though most of his view is blocked by the enormous tree in front of him. His gaze only swings back to Kirain at her soft exclamation. He can tell right away that things are now very awkward.

But she still attempts to help. Bushtit’s ears cup forward at her stammered suggestions, even though he can’t understand how his active sex life led to this. Surely it’s not possible to get, like, rug burn on the inside of his…?

You want me to put lemon and mint, he says slowly after she finishes, where—in my pee hole?!

No. That can’t be right. Bushtit’s legs squeeze together as his junk threatens to shrivel inside his body. He’ll take the mild burning sensation over… that.