Coye 4.7

Chapter 7 - Just Being Me

Coye and Shayla knew that Britni would find out the truth sooner or later. There was little point in hiding the existence of his two girlfriends. Byng couldn't hold back kissing him in public, for one, and Suzette would also get out somehow.

That being said, Britni would flip her shit at this rate. He didn't know exactly how she would react, but it would surely be something for the ages. Coye could almost imagine how much angrier it would make her if he was vague about it, teased her back a little in return for all she put him through. If he did, though, she'd act out and punish him again.

Coye didn't want that... or rather, the old Coye didn't. This was a Coye who had just received a spark to the nipple and actually sort of liked it. Anything was on the table.

Whatever bravery or foolishness brewing inside Coye that made him come clean about checking out Britni's panties returned as he looked straight at Britni, who was still struggling to make eye contact herself, and said, "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. I, um, don't really see why it matters to you who I'm sleeping with."

Shayla raised an eyebrow. She knew what was up- how on some level, he was intentionally egging Britni on to incite further bullying. This had implications that as his lover worried her, but as a Pixie entertained her to no end. Especially once Britni's bitchy exterior broke, revealing a momentary expression of pure horror.

"W-Wait, so... you... you did hook up with someone while we were gone?!" Britni stammered, suddenly looking at Coye like her life depended on it.

"Take note of his increased confidence," Marlie pointed out. "There's backtalk now. He doesn't flinch as much when you touch him, either."

Britni immediately tested this by reaching out and placing her hand on his shoulder. Marlie was right. Barely so much as a wince. She pulled her hand off his pauldron and noticed it sparkling with glitter or some shit, but she was too distracted to care or wonder what was up with that.

"Doesn't make sense! Nobody mates with runts!" Although her reaction was less visceral than Britni's, Coco also looked like she had her worldview shattered.

"Getting laid doesss change a person," Tiph smirked as soon as she could keep a straight face. "But woooooow. Talk about low standards. If I had a dick, I would've hit up a brothel before sticking it in her. Or a barn."

Coye grew mad at that comment, but Britni raised her voice and slammed her fist on the table for a second time. All of his attention was back on her, as simple as that.

"Don't screw around with me!" She yelled. The table was now profoundly cracked by her strength and scarred by additional lightning. All it would take was one more good hit before the entire thing shattered into splinters- if her thunder didn't burn it to ashes first. "Did you fuck that bitch, or what?!"

"Not Dorothy, no..." Coye admitted under his breath. He might've enjoyed the feeling of dancing naked in the rain, but he wasn't looking to unleash the full force of lightning upon his skin. He'd only be able to get away with so much teasing before Britni snapped.

"So... hahaha... you did get laid, then. Wow. That's... that's a total fucking lie, isn't it, you pathetic virgin?" Britni coped as Marlie sighed softly to herself.

"Um, no?" Coye tilted his head and realized many of his conversations with this bully were a losing game. If he had lied, she would've called him out on it, but when given the truth, Britni denied that too.

Shayla already sensed Britni was an utter wreck, but this made her reassess her belief that Dorothy was the most imbalanced girl in Coye's life. What a ride this was.

Britni's emotions were just as out of whack as Shayla thought, and she didn't know what to believe. She seemed resistant to the idea that Coye had gotten laid. It was something she couldn't accept on a personal level, almost like it offended her.

But she also knew he didn't have anything to gain by lying to her. All this stressing on the topic was getting to her. Britni needed concrete evidence, and she needed it now.

Coco wasn't going to like this, but that was fine. Britni made her pet do things she didn't like all the time, and there was nothing the right amount of treats couldn't convince her to do.

"Fine," Britni smugly smiled as she crossed her arms and turned her nose up at Coye. "You think I won't call your bluff? Like, think again, loser. Coco, be a good girl for Mistress and give the little ladyboy a thorough sniffing down there and tell me what's up. We'll know the truth if you smell a hint of pussy!"

Coye's jaw dropped as Shayla experienced hilarious bliss.

"WHAT?!" Coco barked the loudest Coye had ever heard, then looked between Coye and Britni with rising disbelief. Her heart thumped harder than it did in battle, her tail nervously wagging as she became whale-eyed.

Tiph snorted into her hand. This was gold, and she had to reinforce her crazy bitch of a friend. "Yeah, puppy. Go on and sniff his dick like a gooood girl! Hooooly fucking shit, Brit. Are you, like, for real right now...?"

"Britni," Marlie stressed and raised her voice.

Britni ignored her since she was always such a nag regarding Coco. Marlie didn't get it, and she didn't need to. Britni opened her fist, revealing three whole dog treats waiting for Coco to claim upon one successful act of dick-sniffing.

"N-No! I- Coco won't do it!" The girl swallowed hard, but it couldn't stop the pooling drool in her mouth from leaking. Presumably, the saliva was from the sight of the dog treats, but Coye had much lewder hopes for its cause given her blushing, empty-headed expression and the way Coco kept staring down at his pants and then up at his face.

"D-Don't I get a say in this?" Coye asked. This went well past the many times Tiph groped him as a joke or when Coco had felt him up on Britni's command. As unbelievably exciting as the thought of that cute puppy-girl shoving her face in his crotch was, it was undercut significantly by the fact she didn't want to do it.

"No," Britni rejected him flatly.

"It's my dick," Coye frowned and lowered his head.

'Suzette, Byng, and I might argue that's debatable,' Shayla teased.

Coco's willpower was tested the longer those treats remained out of grasp. She kept licking her chops, panting in a way that almost made her look like she was in heat, fighting against her primal instincts... for food, that is.

"Won't! Won't sniff dick!" she declared, her mind made up.

"Really, my sweet little puppy?" Britni tilted her head and made a pouty face, guilting the poor girl even further.

"Y-Yes! Coco will NOT-"

Britni performed a sleight of hand trick, making the treats disappear before Coco's very eyes, only for three to magically become six upon reopening her palm.

"...Disobey her Mistress."

"Good girl," Britni smirked in victory.

"W-Wait, Coco, hold on a second!" Coye put up his hand, but his attempt at struggling to avoid his fate was nonexistent beyond that point. He still felt bad for her, but if it was going to happen, then it was going to happen.

Coco took the plunge and shoved her face close to his trousers, repeatedly sniffing like a bloodhound on the prowl. Coye hunched over just enough to hide his massive erection, but if Coco wasn't careful, she would brush up against it and be in for a vulgar surprise.

The sight of her there was too much. Unlike all the other times Coco got close, Coye now knew what it was like to be with a woman. He could imagine her wet mouth wrapped around him, with its big, droopy tongue and the unbelievable amount of saliva she produced.

He shivered with arousal, and Coco wasn't doing much better.

The scent of Coye's manhood swam in her head, marking her in a way she would never forget. It wasn't stinky like she expected. Was this because of that new perfume she smelled on him? Maybe he was always like this. It was a good smell- a smell that made Coco light-headed and feel warm inside.

Maybe inspecting it with her mouth and nibbling it with her fangs wouldn't be so-

"Ahhh...!" Coye couldn't hold back, and he let out a little moan as his cock ached and throbbed for someone to touch it.

This moan reminded Coco of her objective. She wasn't down here for fun. Nobody sniffs the dick of a runt for fun, especially not her. You can't just put something like that in your mouth! That was stupid. She focused, sorting through his natural scent and the newer one that smelled like sugar and the forest, only to find what she was looking for and then some.

Coco pulled away, forcing herself to avoid looking at Coye directly. "It's there," she whimpered between labored breaths. "Not just one! Two or three! Successful mating stick confirmed!"

"Coco...!" Coye whined. As lewd as it made him feel, he would've given anything in the Realm for her to stay down there a little longer. He was silently asking her to do so with his eyes, and on a primal level, she understood that when at last she looked at him.

Coco might've ignored this plea, but her tail didn't. She wagged a little when he called her name in his desperate, feminine voice. This was about the treats, she reminded herself. She stared at Britni with as straight a face as she could make.

"No waaaay. Congrats, Squirt!" Tiph was on the verge of losing it. Even better, so was Britni.

Britni laughed and looked away as if trying to run away from the fact of the matter. A bead of sweat was pooling down her brow. "Okay. That's, like, really funny and all, Coco, but you don't need to lie just because you want those treats..."

For once, Coco was beyond mad at her Mistress. "You think Coco sniffed dick for treats and lied? For why?!" She barked so loud that it made Britni feel a hint of remorse.

By the Gods of Asgard, there was no avoiding the truth of the matter. Britni knew Coco wouldn't lie to her. If she smelled pussy on that dick, Coye got laid, and he probably had a pretty damn good time going off the amount of it. Britni threw the treats at Coco out of duty, even as she clenched her teeth in frustration and looked away.

Coco expertly caught them all in her mouth and had to chew a little before swallowing this time- something that made her question why she didn't do it more often. Bacon was almost as good as gravy. Once her feast was over, the lingering smell appeared at the forefront of her simple mind, and her attention shot back to Coye.

This was dangerous, Coco realized. His smell had somehow tricked her into thinking she liked it. She had to put distance between them before he got any ideas. Coco slid to the far side of the bench again, only now her posture was defensive. She lowered her spine, her tail bristled, and she started to perform a low growl that was quiet yet continuous.

"H-Hey, what's the matter?" Coye asked, frowning. "You don't have to be scared of me just because-"

"Do!" Coco yipped back. "Coco is a breedable female in her prime! Now that Runt has awoken his feral desires, my- uh, Coco's womb is no longer safe! Runt might try forcibly mating with Coco!"

Coye felt hurt. "Coco, what the heck? You've known me for like... a whole year now! I would never forcibly mate with you!"

Shayla sighed. What a rookie mistake. It was only a matter of time until someone called him out on it.

"Sooooo... just to be perfectly clear... you're saying you would, like, mate with Coco if it was consensual?" Tiph ended up doing the job. "Would you pound the hound?"

"What? H-Hey, that's... um... you can't expect me to answer that?" He asked with an uncomfortable laugh, only to find that not only did Tiph expect him to answer the question, but Britni and even Coco did as well.

"You're totally the one who dug this hole, you little manslut," Britni spat. "Might as well lie in it and give the pup a proper answer, why don't you?"

"Yes! Runt should make it clear! Just... just so Coco knows!" Coco insisted as she stared at him like he were a piece of meat.

"Might as well. It's a simple question." Marley posited, proving she could join in if the topic amused her enough.

Coye looked at Coco and then at Britni. Their faces told him he wasn't getting out of this. Accepting his fate, he took a deep breath before blurting out, "Okay, fine! It's not like I don't think Coco is... um... unattractive..."

And that would've been the end of that if it weren't for his honesty. Coye was speaking from the heart, making him more liable to ramble. It didn't help that he felt pressure from four girls at once.

"I... I think her big fluffy tail, pointy ears, and little fangs are the best, and her face is cute with all those funny expressions she makes. She's small, but... small has never really been a problem for me, and I think it makes her cuter. But still, it's not like I would... um..." Coye's unfiltered expression of his inarguable interest in pounding the hound without actually saying so was cut short when he realized how everyone was staring at him.

Coco was making one of those referenced funny faces he so enjoyed. Her eyes were wide, her brow raised high, her mouth gaping in an expression that somehow bordered between animalistic rage and discovering an unknown relative had just died and left her an inheritance of several billion gold pieces.

"N-N-Nuh... never gonna happen! Never! NEVER!" Coco shouted at him as her tail wagged.

Coye hung his head in shame, taking her denial at face value. "O-Oh..." he muttered, obviously a little upset.

This only ticked Britni off even worse, causing her to mouth off, "No shit it's never gonna happen! You're, like, totally my precious little pet. Aren't you, girl?"

"Uh..." The tail wagging came to a sudden halt as Coco's ears drooped.

Britni waited patiently for a response, giving the puppy a knowing smile.

"Coco is Britni's pet," she parroted in a low voice.

"Good girl," Britni smirked, no longer paying Coco any mind since she'd done as she was told.

She then looked back at Coye. Her smug grin said so much, but Shayla didn't think it was projecting quite the right message Britni intended. It was childish. Almost like she was rubbing it in how nobody else gets to play with her favorite toy.

And then came her hand, yet again clutching him by the center of his tunic. This time, she lifted him a few inches off his seat.

"Damn, I guess we should've bought you a round, huh? You finally went through puberty! Better late than never, I guess. So which brothel did you go to, loser? Was it the Nymph Pit? I heard they got some real cheap sluts there. They cut you a two-for-one deal on some ugly bitches, didn't they?" Her fist tightened as she jostled him roughly, knocking Shayla around in the air and forcing her to use magic to keep his hat firmly seated. "Admit it!"

Coye wasn't fully aware of whatever the hell Britni was going through, but some of it finally got through his dense skull, and he realized how desperate she was. Better shut her down as upfront as he could.

"No, I-I don't need a brothel," he blushed. "I get plenty of sex from my two girlfriends."

Shayla felt unincluded, but she nodded at his approach with approval regardless.

Britni's reaction was more of the same, even if she expressed it differently this time. She didn't believe him, of course. She let go of him, her cheeks puffing out as she held back laughter. When she looked over at Tiph to see she was close to giggling herself, both lost control and had a fit.

Coco knew better, as did Marlie.

"He's not joking," the Half-Demoness clarified.

The laughter abruptly stopped.

"Wait, are you, liiike, serious?" Tiph stared at the boy with scornful eyes. "I knew you were pathetic, but... woooow. Didn't know you were 'two-timing sleazebag' levels of pathetic."

"I know, right? For real." Britni's expression returned to its smug default state as she flicked some hair out of her face dramatically and turned up her nose Coye so she could look down on him with impeccable style. "You've got to be some kind of fucking idiot, though. Why would you admit to that to us of all people? Is there, like, anything in that stupid head of yours? Now we have to track down these poor girls and let them know you've been sneaking around their backs. Dumbass. You really should've thought about that before-"

"Oh," Coye started to laugh casually. "My bad. I made it sound like, um... I mean to say they know each other and are cool with it."

Britni felt like an aneurysm was coming on.

She could've forgiven a brothel visit. That was just boys being boys, and a relationship built on lies wouldn't have been much of an obstacle, either. But a loving relationship with two mysterious girls? How the fuck was she supposed to work around that fucking revelation?

Shayla admittedly enjoyed seeing this girl continually beaten down by Coye's oblivious yet world-shattering comments, and the smug expression on her face was even more marvelous than Britni's best.

There was an objection from a surprising source.

"This isn't right! Coco barked. "Only alphas have different mates! Runt is a beta! Can't lead a pack!" She insisted, mimicking her Mistress by trying to convince herself of something that logic blatantly contradicted.

"I don't know, puppyyy," Tiph cupped her chin and started to rationalize. "He's no alpha male, but Squirt does radiate 'step on me mommy' vibes. There are loads of chicks into that."

"All beta males are subs, but not all subs are beta males. Only reductive fools insecure of their own masculinity would argue otherwise." Marlie declared.

"T-Thanks, I think?" Coye said. "I tend to be submissive, but… um… everything is kind of fluid, and I'm still learning a lot, so…"

Britni had heard all she could stand to hear. "No one asked you about your sex life, you little creep!" She shouted.

The next thing he knew, Coye was lifted off his seat and roughly slammed against the back wall of the Guild. His body made a loud thud as he hit the ivy-coated wood. Britni then thrust out her arms so that they were on both sides of his shoulders and leaned forward with her left knee.

He was totally pinned.

"Are you sure you're not making a mistake here?" She asked threateningly. "You're really in a real relationship with two girls, and you didn't, like, misunderstand a one-night stand or a hookup or something? Or maybe they're just sex friends, and you didn't get the memo?" The excuses were running thin, and it was plain on her face.

Coye's heart raced less from the shock of getting thrown around and more from Britni's proximity. "Y-Yeah," he nodded. "I'm sure. I asked them out and everything."

"You... asked them out...? Huh. You... hahaha... you don't say..." said whoever now inhabited Britni's empty vessel. An uncomfortable silence took hold, long enough for Coye to notice something was dreadfully wrong.

"H-Hey, are you alright?" He asked.

Her hands crackled with lightning. "Okay, whatever. You got two girlfriends now, big deal. You think that this is gonna impress me?!"

Coye blinked. "I… um… wasn't aware I should be worried about trying to impress you. Should I be?"

"Yes!" Britni yelled at him, her fury coinciding with a rumble in the clouds above.

Tiph and Marlie exchanged looks while Coco ducked under the table. If there was one thing she ever admitted to being scared of, it was Britni's lightning when she got furious. She wasn't the biggest fan of thunderstorms, either.

"I mean- no, damn it..." the bully realized she had slipped up and tried correcting herself. "Look, you might think you're the hottest shit since Surtr now that you got laid. That's like, whatever. Fuck your girls, perv on my panties, or creep on my pet all you like- but we both know it's all bullshit. You'll never be a real man, even if you fuck a thousand whores. Wanna know why that is, you lowly thrall? Because it's just like Tiph said- you let them step all over you! I mean, look at me right now. I have your scrawny ass pinned to the wall, and you won't even so much as push me off of you! Are you really gonna stand for this? Huh?!"

Coye was taking the wrong thing away from Britni's fury. The more she yelled, the closer Britni leaned into him. She was more than half a foot taller and had to slightly bend to meet his eyes. As she did, her open top dropped, exposing more and more of her cleavage.

Coye gulped. There was no bra in sight, and if she'd lean forward just a little bit more, he might be able to see it all... but the crackling blue bolts on both sides of his head focused him like little else could. Deep down, he knew those ones wouldn't feel good no matter where Britni zapped.

Yet, even then... she'd never actually hurt him that bad. Coye wasn't convinced she would start now.

He experienced a moment of clarity where things made sense. Britni's breath was hot against his face, stemming from her gorgeous, puffy blue lips that begged to be kissed. The fierce look in her frost-colored electric eyes gave him shivers, but it was undercut by the demure blush spread across her cheeks. Everything Coye saw painted a picture of a beautiful young woman whose stunning looks were only elevated by the level of her anger.

It was all so much to take in, and Coye couldn't help laughing over how he had never noticed it before.

Britni wasn't scary.

She was perfect.

"...Are you, like, fucked in the head or something?" Britni laughed back at him as the lightning died off. Coye's laughs were genuine, hers nervous.

"Maybe," Coye admitted. "I... just think it's kinda funny how you think I would ever want to push you off me. Why is it such a bad thing for a guy to enjoy this?"

"You're... enjoying... this?" Britni lost her remaining composure. Although fearful of the answer, she knew verification was only a moment's notice away. She backed off, looked down, and shrieked once she saw the answer. "Ah! W-What the fuck is wrong with you, you horny little perv?!"

The other girls couldn't hold back their curiosity. When they saw what Britni did, there was a wide array of different reactions.

"Hm," Marlie observed.

"M-Mating stick…?!" Coco growled, trembling as she stared a hole into his tight pants.

"A very masochistic mating stick by the looks of it," Tiph snorted.

Shayla felt a spike in Coye's arousal and sighed because she knew him too well by now. Getting off on this sort of humiliation was his obvious next step. Four girls had seen him pitch a huge tent, which felt amazing. So much so that his knees gave out, and he fell to the ground with a low sigh.

Britni actually felt relief once he was on his knees. Granted, she didn't think it was very manly of him, but the status quo was better than him being forward about his submissive interests. Her poor heart could only handle so much before she'd need to use her powers to jumpstart it.

Satisfied, Britni smiled, flipped her bangs out of her face, and turned away. "Hmph. Back where you belong, huh? Good. At least you've remembered your place, loser. Wallow in your shame until you're ready to stand up to me like a man."

"Oh, he's standing up to you, alright," Tiph laughed.

"There's shame, but not much wallowing," Marlie added.

"W-What…?" Britni turned back around and witnessed a sight she couldn't have prepared for.

Coye didn't fall to his knees because she'd broken him or put him in his place or anything like that. He was smiling, and it was a big one. His eyes were hazy. Vapid. Coye's mouth went as far as to trickle a little drool out of the corner.

He was somewhat aware of how he must've looked, so he spoke up and defended his sorry state. "I-I'm sorry, I've just had... um... t-trouble controlling myself lately... and..."

"Coco knew the runt wanted forced mating!" Coco barked loudly at the mating stick.

"N-No! It's just because Britni got real close to me a-and-"

Tiph was the type of woman who loved nothing more than stirring up trouble, whether for herself, people she didn't like, or even people she did like. A wicked idea came to her, and she was high enough to think it was a great one. The look on Britni's face was going to be amazing.

"Sounds like someone is a liiittle pent up..." Tiph giggled, fishing an empty bottle from her pocket before throwing it on the ground for him. "You should help me out a bit, then! If you could, like, fill that up with jizz for me, that would tooootally kick ass. I know it sounds crazy, but you have no idea how much use that stuff has. Ohhhh, I've always wanted my own homunculus," Tiph laughed even harder at the rising blush on Coye's face. "Maybe I'll name them after you?"

Shayla was once again shocked by Tiph's strangeness, and the bad vibe she felt from her only worsened. Coye's words were caught in his throat as he looked at the glass. Most of it went over Coco's head, but Marlie sighed at Tiph and her little games.

Britni's reaction was much more visceral.

The Baddest Bitch stomped the bottle beneath her foot and glared at her friend. "Tiph, what the fuck?! Is this some kind of joke to you, you green-haired skank?! He's already acting like a sissy without your help! Why would you encourage this gross submissive behavior?!"

"Because it's funny?" Tiph shrugged.

"Ugh. Can you believe this bitch?" Britni turned to Marlie, looking for backup where there was none to be found.

"I don't know how many times I need to remind you, but this game of yours is none of my concern. As far as I care," Marlie briefly glanced at the horny boy hyperventilating on the ground. "There's nothing wrong with a worm enjoying his lot in life."

"A... a worm...?" Coye shivered. Marlie's burning eyes scared him as they always did, but now there was a level of excitement to it along with the fear. Shayla could've sworn the Half-Demoness chuckled under her face mask, but it might've just been her eyes playing tricks on her.

Britni then looked for backup from her dedicated yes-girl. "Coco, you're with me on this. He's, like... totally gross. Right?"

"I- uh. Coco Doesn't know!" She whined and held her head in her paws, rubbing it to relieve her mental strain. "Runt likes beta things! Likes to be made fun of! And roughed up! But... females are into that and give him lots of sex like an alpha male! How can both be true? Head hurts! Hurts!"

"Pooooor puppy," Tiph clicked her tongue. "Do you, like, need a headache potion for that almond-sized brain of yours?"

"Coco's brain is the biggest! Mental giant! Fight me!" She barked and drew closer as if to leap and bite the alchemist but backed off with her tail between her legs. It wasn't as ominous as a thunderstorm, but Coco was none too fond of the spray bottle Tiph carried around in her pocket all the same.

Marlie turned to Britni. "Are we almost done here, or what? I'm not sure what else you're hoping to accomplish."

No one had her side on this. Britni realized she was the only one who cared. She balled her fists hard enough for her nails to hurt her skin, then looked back at the boy, leering.

"You win," she spat at him.

"Um, what?" Coye blinked.

"I said that you win," Britni threw her hands up in defeat. "All this time that I've been on your case, I've been waiting, hoping for the real you to show back up. I was patient. I thought all you needed was the right push, but all you've ever done until now was run away, cry, avoid me, tattle on me to that nagging bitch... everything except for standing up to me. Now, look at you. Shivering, trembling, and hard as steel, just because of a little bullying! Like, I didn't think you could disappoint me more than you already have, but here we are."

"I don't know what you're on about," Coye frowned. "I'm just being me."

"Maybe you're right about that... maybe I was wrong about you. What I do know is that this is your lucky day. I won't be wasting any of my time on you from now on, loser. Just like you've always wanted." She said with finality in her voice.

Before she could turn away, Coye crawled towards her on all fours. "W-Wait, Britni! Slow down for a second there! I-I don't know what this is all about, but things are different now! You can bully me as much as you want!"

Britni was stunned by how cute he looked inching his way closer, and by the brazen admission of his desire for more. She crouched down and grabbed his long ears, tugging on them away from his face.

"Are you fucking deaf or something?! Are these stupid ass things just for show?! I'm saying we're through!!" She shouted.

"A-Ahhh!!" He let out a soft moan as she savaged his incredibly sensitive ears. Britni pulled away and blushed, but instead of recoiling, he smiled and looked up at her. "If you don’t wanna mess with me anymore, then maybe we could... uh, h-hang out sometime! Yeah! Maybe go on a quest together?" Coye latched for the first excuse he could find. Going on a quest with Byng helped bring them closer together, so it stood to reason that might work here, too, right?

Britni, however, was done for today.

She just couldn't take any more of this insanity. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Next, she walked away and started pacing around the table, her three comrades carefully watching her condition with concern and amusement. After a point, Britni began to cradle her head and stammer Midgardian curse words. That was when the others took pity on her.

"Okay, I could watch her like this for hours and laugh my ass off, but I guessss I should be a better person than that," Tiph said as she stood up and took Britni by the shoulder. "C'mon, Brit. You could use some more drinks up in our dorm."

"Yeah," Britni nodded and started to walk away without her friend. "Yeah. You're right…"

Tiph turned to Coye and sized him up, including the complete package. The amused smile that always played upon her lips faded. "I wouldn't take her too seriously, Squirt. You're probably gonna be seeing juuuust as much of us as usual..."

"That's... good to hear..." Coye smiled softly.

"Hm. If you say so." She left him and followed after Britni, skepticism flaring in her crimson eyes.

Coco was the next to slip away, but she made a point to look over her shoulder at Coye and show him his fangs. "Runt! Don't forget! If you even think of coming near Co- uh…" she stammered, remembering Britni wasn't here to correct her. "To me with that dirty mating stick of yours, I'll bite it off!"

"Um, okay, but I'm still not gonna-" Coco was gone before he finished his sentence.

Lastly, Marlie finally stood up from the table and rubbed the stress from her eyes. "Sorry for all that," the Half-Demoness approached him.

She'd never done that before after bullying. Usually, Marlie would go on her way and not pay him any mind. Even now that she was being somewhat nice to him, he didn't know what to say back to her. She was still vaguely threatening to Coye, as were most female Demons.

"A word of warning?"

"Y-Yes?" Coye snapped out of it.

"Your lower sword better not be the only one you're taking proper care of," Marlie said.

"Uh...What?"

"That," Marlie pointed a single extended claw at the hilt poking out over his shoulder. "I've seen it a few times. It's not bad. If I find out you're not treating it with proper respect, then I'll do something about it."

"Oh," Coye blushed. He was taken off guard by the topic that he could only nod his head. "Don't worry about that. I always clean it, polish it, and keep it sharpened... all that kind of stuff..."

"There's more to caring for a weapon than that," she whispered as she passed him. "But it's a good start. See ya."

He turned to face her as she went away, but only a wisp of black smoke remained in Marlie's place. Just as soon as they burst back into his life, the Baddest Bitches left him in the dust with only Shayla, his embarrassment, and his towering erection as company.