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“I really don’t get why we have to do this. Every. Time.”
One by one, Scraps’ tail flicks angrily as she picks up the crayons scattered across the floor. She struggles to hold them in her claws, a few slipping from her grasp and rolling across the tiles.
Gardenview had closed down, and as the last of the kids were ushered out of the doors, cleanup time had commenced. Every toon was responsible for their sections, so it was only fair that Scraps and Goob would be in charge of the Craft Area. Given their physical challenges, there'd normally be a handler to help out, but that wasn't the case tonight.
Scraps could say with certainty that this was her least favorite part of the whole day. This sure would be easier with a proper pair of hands! Her claws and Goob's arms were just a recipe for disaster.
Scraps reaches down again, lamenting out loud to Goob. “I mean, what’s the point of cleaning up if it’s just gonna get messy again tomorrow?”
From behind, he breezes past, striding across the room in large steps. Though clumsy, he moves with purpose, a stack of papers in his arms.
He dumps the papers on a nearby shelf and hums, thinking through his answer before speaking. His head lazily tilts to the side, looking googly-eyed over to Scraps. “Well… You know, what the handlers say goes!”
Scraps meets his eyes, a frown on her face. There’s a faint snap as she accidentally breaks another crayon. “…Right.”
He returns his attention to those papers- More accurately, artworks. Scraps stares at him expectantly, but only feels herself getting more irritated. Always so carefree. Would it kill him to complain a little?
“I can feel you staring!” He says, not at all phased by the daggers she was glaring. Clearly stalling, he picks up the first paper from the stack. He dangles it in the air, turning to show her. “Look, this one’s you!”
Scraps drops the crayons on a nearby table and walks over, arms crossed. She studies a splattering of yellow and pink paint that somewhat resembles her. It still didn’t seem completely dry.
She softens, sighing. “Looks just like me, huh?”
Goob looks from her to the paper, then back at her.
“Hmm… Mhm!” He smiles, showing all of his sharp teeth. Around the kids, he always make sure to hide them, but around Scraps, there was no need.
She wouldn’t admit it, but he always had a way of making her feel better. Scraps looks away, a faint blush on her cheeks as she attempts to redirect her attention- The chaos of the room is quick to do so.
Ugh! So much to do, so little time. Hopefully Cosmo would save them some dinner!
“Alright, alright. Let’s get back to work!”
“Aye aye!” As Goob salutes, his arm swings and nearly knocks over the papers. He faintly goes whoops!
Scraps turns on her heel, walking to the other side of the room. As she does, her eyes scan. The mess around them blurs into one, each color and out of place object clashes until she can hardly think on what to start first. Should she sweep up the macaroni, or start peeling the glue from off the tables? Maybe she should re-roll the yarn balls? Oh! Or maybe-
Squelch.
Scraps goes still as she steps in something wet.
She looks down. There’s a sticky puddle of blue paint she hadn’t noticed before now coating the entire bottom of her foot.
“Ugh-! Goob!” Scraps hops up on one foot, arms sticking out to carefully balance herself. Walking would only make more of a mess… Stay calm, stay calm…“Can you get the-“
“On it!”
Goob is over in a flash. He comes up from behind Scraps, the fur of his cheek brushing her as he leans down, arm reaching around to grab the nearby bucket from its handle.
The sudden closeness makes Scraps wobble. If she had fur, it would be standing on its end. “Careful-!”
She instinctively reaches for the first thing she can. As her claw wraps around Goob’s stretchy arm, his hold on the paint bucket wavers, the simple touch making him lose control.
It’s hard to tell what happens next. Scraps falls and Goob stumbles, two voices cry out together, followed by a loud crash and clattering metal. Scraps hits the floor hard and feels the cold splash of paint.
She blinks up. Goob looks terribly guilty.
For a moment, they look at each other with bated breath. They expect a handler to come storming in, yelling about the ruckus… But nobody comes.
“Oh my gosh!” Goob frowns, grabbing the sides of his head in shock. “I’m sorry, Scraps, I-“
He stops talking suddenly, jaw snapping shut. He looks at her with a strange expression, blinking slowly.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” She hisses.
“Oh, uhm… Uh, well…”
Scraps looks down at herself. The little paint left in the bucket had splattered across everything- The floor, the chairs, and most importantly, her. With her white dress hiked up her thighs, her exposed lower half was covered in blue, not spared by the absolute mess they've made.
Goob looks down, his crossed pupils were undoubtedly focused on the small bulge through soaked fabric.
“Oh.” She clamps her legs shut, tail curling up to hide her panties. Her ears press flat, eyes squinted.
Quick to recover, Goob shakes his head. “Don’t worry, sis. Let me help you,” He says as he gets to his knees, directly into the paint.
“Goob! What are you doing!” She practically shrieks, curling up further into herself.
“You do this all the time, right?” His large tongue flops out of his mouth, licking up some paint on her knee. “Yuck!”
Scraps eyes dart around. Any minute now, a handler would walk in and see this.
Despite the taste, Goob continues to lick up the paint on her body. He moves down to her wet foot and licks a firm stripe across it.
Sure, she’s groomed him on a few occasions, but that was just what siblings did. It wasn’t her fault Goob was so messy, things got stuck in his fur all the time! She never licked him in places like that, though!
Now, Goob was crawling over her body. In the dim after-hours lighting, it didn't feel like a simple cleanup. Couldn’t he see what he was doing?
“That’s-! That’s different!” In an effort to get him off, she presses her clean foot to his chest, pushing him away. “Someone’s gonna see! Just help me up, please.”
Goob looks at her, tongue still hanging out. He doesn’t seem to understand the urgency of the moment, or why Scraps denies his 'help' so vehemently.
He slowly rises, holding out his hand for her to get up. She takes it, jumping to her feet and pulling away quickly.
“I made the mess worse, didn’t I?” Goob scratches his head. “Your dress is all ruined.”
“I know that, Goob.” Scraps tugs it down, covering herself up. She stares angrily at the floor.
“Heeey, are you mad at me?” He leans down at the hip, nose nearly touching hers.
Her arms shoot out to grab his shoulders, pushing him away. Scraps stares at him, embarrassment clear on her face.
“Why are you being so casual about it?”
“About what?”
“… You saw my underwear.”
“Yeah?” Goob smiles- Only Scraps knew him well enough to see how nervous it was. “Uhm, should I say something about it?”
“You can’t just say nothing!”
“Well, you’re my sister… it’s not like I haven’t seen it before…”
Scraps simply groans, letting go of Goob in favor of tugging her dress once again. The paint was cold against her skin, and she could feel it clinging to all the wrong places. She looks to her feet, not wanting to know where Goob was staring.
Scraps’ eyes burn with the tears that threaten to fall. How could she explain being aroused around her brother?
Unexpectedly, Goob takes her chin, tilting her head up. He smiles, reassuring. After dealing with so many crying kids, he’s become an expert.
“The handlers aren’t coming, you know.”
Scraps glances to the side.
“You sure?”
“If they didn’t hear that, then… No, don’t think so!”
Scraps’ slit pupils slowly widen, coming to a realization. If they didn’t hear that… What else would they not hear?
“Now, just what are you implying?”
“Oh, noooothing,” Goob giggles, wrapping Scraps up in a tight hug and lifting her off the ground. “Hug time!“
Scraps is too shocked to speak. He takes her to a nearby table, sweeping aside the art supplies so he can see her down atop it. She keeps her knees pressed together as he lets her go.
He comes to stand in front of her, swaying side to side in a similar rhythm to her tail. Maybe this should feel more wrong than it does, but Scraps feels at ease. Her and Goob in the craft room, just as they’ve been a hundred times before. It felt natural, comfortable.
“Come on. What’s that look?”
“Look? I don’t have a look!”
Though she’s known Goob all his life, sometimes his thoughts were impossible to read. His smile gives away nothing.
Well, if Goob wasn’t worried, maybe she didn’t have to be either.
It’s Scraps who initiates first, widening her legs and reaching for the edge of her dress to pull it up. Something pokes against the front of her panties, leaving a damp spot.
“…We better get this mess cleaned up before bedtime.”
"Wait, really?" Goob's smile drops. He looks surprised.
That's not what she expected. Did she misunderstand?
"Uh!" She drops her dress. "No, I was kidding. I've changed my mind."
"No! No no, um…" Goob places his hands on her knees, keeping her legs parted. He steps forward, slotting himself between them. "Please, Scraps?"
She looks up at him, face burning hot with embarrassment and something more. Heart crushing rejection and shame turns into something else, and she uncertainly speaks. "Well, when you ask like that…"
This time, there isn't hesitation. She squeaks as Goob drops to his knees, sticking his face beneath her dress. That familiar tongue comes out, and Scraps doesn't anticipate it when he presses it flat to her crotch, damp and hot with his breath.
Scraps lifts the dress from off his head, peeking curiously at him. Goob glances up from where he's mid-lick, the fur around his mouth matted with clumps of paint.
"I think you've got a little something," Scraps pokes at the side of her own mouth, smiling at the goofy display.
"Do I?" Goob tilts his head, rising up to meet her height. "Can you get it for me?"
Boy, was he good at playing innocent. The lighthearted question has an obvious tease behind it, one she wouldn't let go unnoticed. Despite how silly he was, he sure had a dirty mind.
Scraps takes his face into her hands and leans forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips. Her spined tongue pokes out to lick at the paint, but as soon as she does, Goob pushes his own tongue into her mouth. "Gh-!" With a surprised grunt, she opens her jaw to accommodate it.
Sharp teeth knock together, the bitter chemical taste of paint mixes with saliva. It's less of a kiss, and more like Goob was exploring every inch of her mouth with his tongue.
Clearly he hasn't kissed anyone else before! …Strangely, she feels happy to know that.
Scraps' hands come to his shoulders. Goob presses forward, his hips flush with hers as he lays himself atop her, her back pressing against the table. She squeezes her eyes shut, throat constricting around him before…
"Ow!" Goob pulls back, a long line of drool connecting their mouths. He speaks with his tongue hanging out, showing off the small cut leaking ichor. "You gave me a paper cut!"
"What did you expect?" Scraps huffs, chest rising and falling. She's absolutely breathless. "Wanna try again…?"
"Uhhh… Sure," Goob shrugs, recovering quickly from his little injury.
She locks her legs around his waist and looks determined as she pulls him in. The second kiss isn't much better than the first, their strange facial anatomy making it difficult to properly do so. Goob's snout struggles to properly pucker his lips, and Scraps' tongue drags roughly against his fur.
"Mmh, how do the humans do it?"
"How should I know!" Scraps says, a little embarrassed.
Goob wraps his arms around her, a reassuring hug that makes her melt against him. She pats his back, purring as he begins nuzzling her neck. "That's alright. We don't have to do it that way."
Given their nature, there was a lot of accommodating they had to do. Strange, often inconveniencing anatomy… Yet, together, there was no need to explain that, or apologize for shortcomings. It was the craft siblings nature to improvise.
Still, as weird and awkward as it was, Goob was having an effect on her. Where her own cock pressed against her panties, she could feel something slick unsheathing from between his own legs, rutting mindlessly against her.
While vaguely aware of his size, really feeling it made her heart jump. She looks down and notices his shiny red cock head poking between their bodies.
Scraps wiggles her hips, "Get these off me."
Jumping into action, Goob untangles his limbs from around her body to tug her underwear down. The filthy fabric is dropped on the floor, but Scraps is focused on him instead. As Goob stands upright, the full length of him is much harder to ignore. Twitching and drooling at the tip, Scraps has to cover her face just to avoid staring.
Goob just gives her his classic smile as if it wasn't something to acknowledge. Hardly phased.
Scraps shakily lifts herself up, planting her feet on the ground and turning around. She places both claws on the table and sticks her ass out, tail lifting and bringing the dress along with it to present all of herself.
Goob eagerly presses his length between the cleft of her ass, the tapered tip of it catching against her puckered skin. Scraps' tail stiffens.
"Ah, ah-!" She stops him, the plastic cup end of her tail swatting him. "Use your mouth first."
He whines, placing his claws on her hips. Pouting, he leans down.
Goob rests his cheek against one of her thighs, simply nuzzling her, taking a deep breath. Intrigued, he presses his nose to her taint, huffing her where the scent was concentrated the most.
"You smell good," He muses, his warm breath teasing her.
After a full day of running around and cleaning up, Scraps seriously doubts that. She's in dire need of a shower. A heavy scent lingers in the air, along with that of glue and paint, something more earthy- Goob was certainly dog-like in his own way, the smell of sweaty, matted fur sharp in her nose.
"Do I just…?"
"If you want me to fit you, then you've gotta… Y'know…"
Thankfully, he understands without any more explanation. She hears him pant as his mouth parts, tongue sweeping over her asshole, down to her fuzzy balls and small cock. He laps at her, his tongue leaving drool on every inch of her skin, dripping down her thighs.
Scraps' claws dig into the table, leaving deep marks in the plastic. Goob's tongue drags back up and begins to press inside of her.
He explores her insides similarly to her mouth, with an eagerness that has her falling apart quickly. There's little order to it, just hungry lapping and curious exploration.
"Don't bite," She warns, but her voice shakes.
With one last thrust of his tongue, Goob leans back. Miraculously, not a single nick. He stares at her glistening hole with a dopey grin. "No promises!"
He wraps his arms around her waist, keeping Scraps firmly in place. It seems he's had enough of that, because his mouth is quickly replaced with the head of his cock.
A twitch. Hot, insistent, it once against presses to the rim of her asshole. He absolutely dwarfs her in size, and as he drives his hips up, Scraps feels the whole length of him, tip to base, drag along her skin.
He humps her as he tries, and fails, to properly angle himself. After a few seconds of rutting, Scraps reaches back with an impatient huff, grasping the base of his cock to guide him. Gosh, he really was big, she couldn't even fit her claws around him.
"Thanks, sis," He mumbles shyly.
With her help, he begins to push. She grits her teeth as he does, feeling the resistance as the thinnest part of him pops inside.
"Ghh… Goob…" She says, feeling dizzy. She catches herself already drooling, but doesn't bother wiping it, her arm coming back down to hold herself up.
"Scraps-" He huffs, pressing his face into her neck, his stomach against her spine. His hips stutter, shaking with restraint to not fully slam into her. "I'm… M'trying…"
"C'mon, Goob," She swallows, widening her stance.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," She hisses, arching her back further. Perhaps, she's getting ahead of herself, but growing impatience clouds her judgment.
Inside her, Goob twitches. He presses his weight onto her, hardly able to keep himself upright. Scraps struggles under him, the heat of his fur burns her skin, his heavy body like a blanket blocking out the rest of the world.
Goob's hips move back, and in one clumsy movement, he thrusts himself inside.
Scraps chokes on her own spit, crying out and clenching. Her insides resist the thick middle section of his cock which stretches her an unbearable amount. He juts forward, trying to push deeper, but he can't manage to get inside her any more.
So, naturally, he pulls back. A short reprieve, Scraps takes in a deep breath just in time for Goob to knock it out of her lungs as he thrusts inside again.
"Ah-! Goob!" She moans, arms giving up under her. She slumps against the table, pressing her cheek to it.
Goob moans and pants above her, sounds she's never heard him make before. Evidently overwhelmed and unsure how to deal with these sensations, he keeps his sister in a vice grip.
He always struggled to control himself, always too much- Too many hugs, always too tight. Like a dog who still thinks he's a puppy, unaware of his own size, overestimating what other toons could reasonably handle.
"Oooh, Scraps…" Goob looks at her through lidded eyes, and she turns her head to glance over her shoulder. "Too much?"
With only half his length inside, Scraps really wasn't sure if she could take more.
She closes her eyes, trying to relax.
She eases under him, willing herself to be at the mercy of her brother.
"I can handle it," She grinds back against him, chasing that sensation. A strange possessiveness overtakes her.
They've made it this far, so why turn back now?
"I trust you, little bro."
In an instant, his hips snap forward. Scraps jolts with the force of his body, losing her grip on the table which scrapes hard on the floor, legs squealing against the tiles. A pencil holder tips over, its contents rolling off the surface and onto the floor. Her knees press together, and her feet step in the sticky fluids pooling beneath them.
"Y-You're making such a mess," She says through grit teeth.
"Huff… Sorry! Oh, Scraps," He babbles. His thrusts are chaotic, too deep one moment and too shallow the next. He threatens to slip out a few times from how far he was pulling back. "You… You feel sooo good. Hah…"
It's Scraps who establishes the rhythm, standing on her tiptoes as she rolls her hips, tail wrapping around his belly to pull him in just before he could actually slip out.
"Gee, Goob. How desperate are you?"
"Ooohhh…" Goob whines as Scraps begins guiding him with her tail, and he thrusts in at the right moment, making her see stars. "Oh, please…"
She manages to take more of him, with every thrust another inch pushes past her tight hole.
Finally, she thinks she's taken all of him. With a final thrust, Goob stills, and as she feels her belly bulge and press to the table, Scraps finally releases the tension in her body.
She doesn't realize how mistaken she is until she feels Goob keep pushing.
"H-Hey, wait!"
Still trapped in his tight hug, he lifts her lower half up, giving himself a better angle to fuck her from above. Scraps legs dangle in the air, too short to reach the ground.
What she'd mistaken for the base was actually a knot, and he was determined to get it inside. She kicks helplessly in the air, eyes rolling back.
"You're so tight," He mumbles into her neck, and Scraps can only tremble, clinging onto the edge of the table for dear life.
Scraps whines. It kind of hurt, squeezing around him so tight. It felt like he was rearranging all her guts, and now he wanted more.
In the middle of the Craft Room, where there weren't any doors and clear windows left their bodies exposed, the filthy sounds of Goob and Scrap's bodies filled the air. Their loud pants and animalistic cries ring out, and they could only hope there weren't other souls to hear.
She clenches around his thick knot and they both gasp as he manages to pop inside of her.
"M'sorry, I need…"
"D-Don't back out now."
Goob's thrusts are more shallow than before, but the sensation was no less intense. He pulls back, his knot stretching her painfully, then pushes in and into the deepest, most sensitive parts of her. Something coils in her lower stomach, something threatening to snap at any moment.
Goob's nonsense babbling becomes white noise in her ears, and suddenly, she feels him swell. With a weak jolt of his hips, he spills inside her, hot cum filling her insides.
Scraps follows soon after, a weak mewl escaping her lips as she goes limp, her own ejaculate dribbling out beneath them.
They both pant, the moment catching up to them.
"Goob?"
"Mmmyea?" He says, voice thick and lazy.
"Are you stuck?"
A tug. They both groan.
"Yup."
"…"
Scraps feels absolutely broken. She wipes the drool from her lip and the tears streaking down her eyes, messing her pink eye marks. Goob lifts her up into a proper hug this time, pulling her off the table and stumbling back. He falls down in to the nearest chair, clearly meant for someone smaller than him.
Sensitive and so full, she squirms where Goob sets her down on his lap, chin resting on her shoulder. He was still fully erect, and she was sure they'd be here a while.
She blinks, looking at the mess before them. Splattered paint, paw prints all over the floor and furniture, scattered craft supplies and a mix of all sorts of fluids.
"I love you, sis," Goob says sweetly, eyes closed and not at all concerned with the extra cleanup they'd just awarded themselves.
"Mm," She hums, leaning back to lick his cheek, allowing herself a small moment of relaxation. "I love you too, Goob."