#Sugarfloss bitty

[natakuchan]

Next two! Still figuring out how I wanna Papyrus-type bittys to look like in my style so forgive me for that'

Once I have them all, I may post them on Angel's blog. 👉👈

[angelbittyabuse]

Marie's Return, part 2/2

(TW: The infamous chain bitty is mentionned down below.)

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"Pff, you look like one, anyway." She smirked before turning to the next wooden box. "How many are there?" She complained. "Six. Only six." Answered her colleague. Okay. Four left to go. This one read Sugarfloss. Oh. Oh-oh. Maybe having them sent by the post office wasn't the best idea ever. Élodie did a quick check on the box. 'It's written Sugarfloss Bittybones on it, but all you'll find in there is dust.' "Shit." The colleague shrug. "Okay. Three more left, then." Sugarfloss were Papyrus-type bittys. Optimistic and kind, their downside was their fragility. Something as simple as too intense sunlight could blind them forever. Their were allergics to almost everything and clumsy as hell. "They should have written 'fragile' on it." Added the guy before opening the next one. Élodie still felt quite uneasy due to the mass massacre that had occured to the Sugarflosses. She hoped they could order new samples before Angel notices anything. "Awww, you ain't coming, Élo' ?" The monster girl came back to reality. "Which breed it is?" She was curious. "Guess." Answered the other. "Uuuuh...." "It's so cute you could eat them?" Élodie's face lighten. "Caramel!" "Yes!" The girl ran to the newly open box, discovering a puddle of goo in tupperwares. The papyrus-type bittys inside it nearly drown in their own waste. "Oh. Crap. How would we keep them inside the store? I read the goo attracts bugs too..." The last thing they wanted was cockroaches or ants inside the store... The worst case scenario being an unremovable stain in the perfectly white floor. "Fish tank?" Asked the colleague. "We will drain it once in a while." "Hmm." Sang the fell girl. "I hope they like to swim." The Caramel were all excited to be taken out of their tupperwares and- well- to be alive as well. They made grabby hands to the employees who passed their turn. "Next box?" He asked. "Next box!" She answered. It had been okay-ish until now and she was hopeful for what's next. As they were struggling with the lid, Marie came back from the rescue room, empty handed. "Hey, how is it going?" Asked the brown haired human girl. Élodie felt the lid giving up when she answered her bestie. "Perfectly. And you? Had fun?" She paused. "Wait. Where are all the jellybeans?" Did she left them with the pygmys? "The kind chain told me I could leave them to it." Élodie furrowed her brows. "Wait. What?" There wasn't two chains in the store. Actually. There wasn't supposed to be any. She was obviously talking about Angel's pet chain but what was it doing in the store, moreover in the backroom... "Oh no..." Élodie went pale. Chains are cannibalistic lamias. Usually, they only eat other bittys when they think of them as a threat but this chain in particular- and with jellybeans being limbless and thus looking a little like tiny snakes. "We'll have to order more jellybean samples as well." Said Élodie dryly to her coworker. "Also we're out of pygmys." While Élodie was handling the problem in the backroom, Marie was left with said coworker. He finally took the lid away, revealing... "Are they sick??" Cried Marie, rushing to the three lollys, lusty Sans-type bittys having a threesome in their steel cages and definitely not interrupting it just because the box had been opened. "I-" The guy had a quick glance to Marie. She was obviously a young adult. Old enough to be explained such things. "My boss' looking forward to them. Could really be helpful in the breeding mill. They are... always in heat kinda bittys?" Marie turned pale, raising her hand as she tried to pet the closer one through the bars. The reaction was immediate and she ended up with ecto-flesh all around her index finger. "I- I think it likes me??" Tryed to compromise Marie but she jerked her hand off as soon as she could, only for the lolly to sing out a moan of pleasure. "Well. Crap. Was it your first time?" Joked the guy. Marie did not answered but smelled her hand with a funny face.

Okay. Last one. They were already done. Being such a gentleman, the guy waited for the lamia expert to come back before ruining the suspense.

The previous incident had been forgotten as soon as Élodie understood what they were opening. "New lamia breed!!" The fell girl actually jumped once or twice on her feet, even doing a little happy dance. She turned to her bestie. "First time I'm seeing this breed! And they were rare as hell some days ago! I can't believe we have access to-" She turned to the box with a huge and wide smile. Her colleague wasn't holding back his laugh, seeing her that excited. Marie didn't really understood what was playing on but she joined in and exulted to the idea of petting new lamia friends. "No touching." Élodie warned as the lid fall to the ground with a thump sound, revealing five young Bubblegum bittys. They had been sleeping the whole way here and opened tired eyes to their surrounding, their adorable, sweet face, matching the oh so glittery pink scales. To Élodie, it reminded her a little of those pony toys she had as a child, the ones hollow with glitters inside. Or maybe those glue sticks with glitters inside. Or even this vampire from the movie with glitters on him---- anything with glitters, really. "Aaaaaah." Cooed Marie. "They are so pretty." The little snakes let away a small yawn, showing two cute little fangs. "Are they venomous?" "The flyer didn't say they are." Reassured Élodie, still fangirling and overdosing on the adorableness. Would be amazing to see them everyday in their pen. "Wait. How do you give them Soultime?" Realized her colleague. Élodie's orbits opened wide. "I- I don't know. Not without touching them- I..." Here was the glitch. Little sneks could not be touched or else, they'll imprint on the person's skin. Once imprinting, it's over. You cannot put them away. They're stuck on you or else they'll cry their non-existent lungs out to the point of turning you deaf. So yeah. For the Soultime part... "Guess we just have to sell them real quick." They were also supposed to be quite the chatters. Thinking of it... Those were probably drugged on for the whole way here to be still so quiet. Well. Not like it mattered, back to work it is! It was time to put them in one of the sneks drawers she had in one of the rooms. Handling the first one with a hook, the little cutie holding it with both of its hands, she started to move it. Out of the box- okay. Now a few steps. Still okay. The cutie was looking at its surrounding. Still okay. Marie was walking next to her and next to the cutie, cooing. Still okay. The cutie was having a mishievous smile while looking downright at Marie. Not okay. It let go of the hook and started falling on the dangerously-high-for-a-bitty ground. Not okay at all. Élodie panicked and grabbed the lamia BEFORE Marie reached for it, thus saving her friend but condamning herself. Fuck. "I wanted to be the hero!" Pouted Marie as Élodie was frozen with fear, her face becoming more and more livid while the bubblegum lamia slowly turned its face to its new '''''owner''''', a wiiiiiide grin on its small shitty face. It took a huge breath then. Started. "I'msohappywebondedandmyownerlovessnakesweweremeanttobewhatareyounamingmeohandwhat'syournameactuallyitdoesn'tmatterI'mgonnacallyoumamaitsuitsyousomuchbettersomamawhatdoyiudoforfuncauseIlovehavingfunandwewillplayalldaylongnowandalsoI'mhungrynowtheygaveusweirdpillsthatmakeushungryafterandwe'veseensuchprettyandweirdcolorafterwe'vetakenthepillsandtheydancedtoodoyoulovetodance,Ilovetodance,look!!" As the bitty started dancing and Marie started clapping in her hands to encourage the artsy bitty, Élodie felt her life crumble.

"It's fucked." Her coworked had lay his hand on Élodie's shoulder. "Nobody is leaving you in this kind of shit. We'll tell Angel it dusted during the trip. Just kill it." Élodie shivered. "I- I'm not wasting a brand new bittybone..." She stuttered. "You can't have any bitty at home anyway. And you sure aren't upsetting your landlord for this... thing." The monster girl considered the idea. Dipping the bitty in the acid was the way to go but this dancing one was now holding so tight around her arm that it hurted. She would have to surrender her arm to be released.

"We have a hammer in the toolbox."

He said. "It'd be quick. Won't feel anything and you'd keep your arm." "What a waste..." Sighed Élodie as they were going to the toolbox, followed by Marie who did not understand a thing, as amazed as she was by the chatting Bubblegum bitty who would not be so happy if it had listened even a little to what had been said. They were now holding tight the bitty's upper torso on the table, its tail still dangerously and tightly curled on Élodie's arm and the hammer was right over its head when Marie finally realized. "YOU MONSTERS !!" She then snapped the Bubblegum from Élodie's arm and it was fair to say it hurted a little- "Nothing racist of course. I'm not racist." Marie defended in an angry tone, remembering that, indeed, at least one of them was a monster. "But how could you-" It just took that amount of time for the Bubblegum bitty to start to wail. The noise was... Intense. To say the least. Marie was sushing and reassuring all she could the crying atrocity. Her voice could not be heard over that but she exploded. "How! How could you do that to HIM, look how upset he is!!" She was now freely cuddling it as the bitty flailed, trying its best to reach back to Élodie. The monster girl looked at her colleague, at loss for what to do. "Since you were planning to kill him, he's mine, now! I saved him!" Élodie tried to talk her friend back to reason since the imprint was already done and there was no way this bitty would accept a new owner but- with that noise- and with how upset Marie was... Élodie and her colleague just ended up staring at the leaving guest, holding tightly her flailing new lamia. ... "Wow. Your home is actually more quiet than I expected." Said Élodie with an uneasy smile. It had been a few months since her best friend talked to her, so the invitation had been more than welcomed. "I-... No. Nothing." Bittys were now a sensitive subject between them. Élodie just spent their evening chatting and laughing and everything was great until Marie had to leave for a little time in the bathroom. Élodie was left alone with her thought in the silent living room, scrolling absentely on her phone until a knocking sound was heard. "Bump." Okay. What was that shit. "Bump. Bump." Élodie stood up and went for the noise. It was coming from what looked like a big jewel box which was sitting on a shelf. Muffling sounds soon to be heard as she got closer. Her open hand reached to the box in curiosity and she almost opened it but- Yeah. She didn't want to know what or who was inside.

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[gone-dw-abt-it]

Doctor Moonlight’s bitty bab!

He’s a Sugarfloss gotten from @slaybellebittyhell‘s line of “Shitty Bitties”

I’m shocked he’s survived longer than planned and has yet to dust! Around three weeks when his kind is very very fragile. Tempted to name him something like “Taxidermy” “porcelain” and/or “Plague” since this lil’ one is gonna get healed, put back together until his soul most likely can’t handle the tie to the void.

Keiko got him an outfit to match Doctor Moonlight’s main outfit! being bright enough so that the poor sighted dragon can make sure he can keep him safe but dark enough that in the void no one else can see the small and try to eat him!

He has a sweater (for warmth) a squirrel skin coat (leather inside so he’s “waterproofed”, fur outside to keep him warm), leather steeled heeled and toed boots (to keep his feet from getting soaked and damaged greatly, also acts as a possible attack to small threats), Overalls (for not only the possible space of bandages/first aid, but also useful at keeping him more protected/covered), a hat to hide his scarred crack, and finally, we have the old coin purse repurposed as a lil’ void doctor’s bag like his “Papa”!

[heather-and-fran]

The sound of knocking made Fran pause, her two tendrils still inside her bitty whores, Pastel and Berry. The shadow glided over to the door, ignoring their whines, and opened it. She is greeted by a familiar white cat-like creature she calls Kitten.

Kitty handed the box to Fran. She takes a peak inside to find a Sugarfloss/Licorice hybrid at the bottom.

"I forgive you. Thank you for the gift, Kitten." The box is then levitated up and in the house. "You may go now." Kitten nods and immediately floats away.

"I'm sorry that its not in top shape, b-but it only broke its hands!" Fran lets out a chuckle. How this creature of light sees a creature of darkness such as herself as a friend is unknown to her till this day.

Fran closes the door to find Pastel slapping Berry and is just outright treating the hybrid poorly. 'Maybe...just maybe...' The shadow thought as she continues to observe the two.

[natakuchan]

Oh, of course the Sugarfloss bitty's food would be well-blended with filtered water into a bland slurry and fed to it directly with a pipette. And as far as hurting their ankles from getting up too fast? Some soft leg-restraints keeping it kneeling may be a good idea.

Add some drugs in, bittys can dust when they lose too much HoPe so you'll need something to entertain your bitty. Having it high all the time may prevent the despair.

Also be cautious with that pipette. If it moves its head too fast to take its food, it may accidentally get it stuck inside one of its orbit.

[natakuchan]

If Suigarflosses are so easily hurt.. what would happen if they lived isolated in a padded box with a nice bitty-sized straitjacket? No contact outside of too-little soultime and being given food and water. Slow decent into insanity?

Hi!

Hope they aren't allergic to the soap you used to wash the straightjacket. Or to its material. Unfiltered tap water could also hurt them and they can break their jaws if the kibbles are too hard to crunch. Don't forget that they are a happy and lively bitty type so they may just twist their ankles getting up too fast from a sitting position as you open the box's lid for their cuddle time ♡ But, of course, your solution would still be better than anything else. Would have a longer lifespan 😈

[natakuchan]

Yeaaaaye, Marie! For you, it's probably the first time you see her so, what do you think of her? Is she really 50 baby blues under a coat? xD

I started easy with Slay's bittys. I do expect a lot of part two lol We've only got some samples in store for now. If it works, we'll "order" some more.

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Of course, I talked of the bittys to friends. I'm cooing about someone dear to me that said she wanted a Sugarfloss because she was as fragile and prone to injuries as one, so she related. That's. Not something I planned but my heart just broke. Said she would put it in a foam room. I'm gonna put HER in a foam room. 😭💔

Pinkish stuff apart, in RP, we have that witch with the size changing ability, remember? A dare fall. A licorice's gonna take a (temporary) growth potion. RUN.

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Here, have a dog that's internally screaming because I'm talking to ya all instead of getting out of bed. (It's 8AM in France)

[natakuchan]

Halfway done translating SlayBelle's shitty bittys descriptions in french.

Is it me or neutered Sugarfloss are perfect for childrens? Short lifespan, nice personality, traumatizing death so the children aren't going to want another one soon 😈 Will even help them learn to act softer toward real pets!

[heather-and-fran]

A Shadow's Musings

Fran Chandler stared at the copy of herself, who is currently pleasuring a Lollipop bitty affectionately named Pastel, with a bored expression. Still, a smile is present on her grey face that rested on her left hand. In her right, was a Jellybean which continues to cry and weep after today's activities.

The shadow's mind slowly drifted to moments in her playtime:

A Sugarfloss tangled within her tendrils of solid shadows, watching it struggle, only succeeding in injuring itself more. Its screams muffled behind a tendril that was firmly wrapped around its mouth.

A Licorice who's horns were cut clean off for the molds. She remembers its pathetic attempts at wiping her seemingly permanent smile off her face. Nobody could hurt a shadow, especially a little horned bitty.

The other Licorice swiftly took care of two screaming Bubblegums. Now its trying to scratch its way out of its tank, which was slowly filling up with the goop the Caramel is producing. Fran can only imagine the number of lives she could possibly take with that substance. Maybe even stuffing that goop in glass balls to throw.

The remains of the Sugarfloss and Licorice were placed in a half-full sack of dust that once contained flour.

A shadow in the shape of a cat jumped onto the table and picked the Jellybean up from her hand, then disappeared to somewhere else at Fran's command.

Turning to her left, she stares out into the window where several stars can be seen, scattered about in the night sky. Oh how she wished to crush them once more. How long ago was it when she was forced to stay in this planet? She did not know, nor does she remember those days. At least the planet had plenty of ways to entertain her.

Looking down at a post-it note that was stuck to her window, it read.

Hey Fran! It's me, Kitty. I'm not saying that you should, this is just a suggestion, but maybe you could go bitty shopping yourself next time? You might find some special bitties that Slay and I were talking about. Here's a hint!

H _ _ R I D _

The hint wasn't very hard to figure out. The house that was filled with screams and sobs now stand silent with nothing but the Lollipop's moans and a nearby clock's ticking to break the silence as she pondered.

It has been a long while since she had any social interaction outside of her erotic job.

Pictures of the bitties getting tortured lay forgotten in front of her as Fran sat in the dark, staring out the window once more, patiently waiting for the sun to rise.