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Dalmatian senses "Touch" (101 Dalmatian street sexy fanfic... because why not~)
Discription: A fierce game session between Dolly and Dylan mellows when the two get 'touchy' with one another
"Agh! dog damn it!”, cursed Dylan. PLAYER TWO WINS were his three most hated words now.
“Fifth time in a row, bro.” Dolly taunted. “Someone’s gotten really rusty at this game.” She grinned as she commanded her 16-bit character to stand on top of her brother’s death avatar, squatting on its face repeatedly.
“Seriously, Dolly? Tea bagging?”
“It’s called bragging rights, Dylan.”
“I didn’t even know you could do that.” Dylan pouted, putting down his controller and crossing his forearms. It was the dead of the night and the two were all alone in the attic. Accompanied only by the light of the old CRT television and the outdated console hooked to it. “No wonder you wanted to play this stupid game again!”
“Uh oh.” His sister teased. “Does someone need me to get him baby powder?”
“Well it’s not fair.” He continued to complain. “You keep cheesing with the broken characters.”
“Hey, we never agreed to play with the competitive rules.” Dolly defended herself. “Therefore, my victories are still valid. Five – zero. Dolly in the lead.”
“Pfft, whatever”, his bother muttered dismissively.
“Alright, you sore butt.” Dolly put down her controller as well, besides the blanket she and her brother were sitting on. “Since you want to win so badly, I’ll let you try and beat in another game. That sound good to you?”
“What other game? We don’t have other games for this console, Dolly. Except for that boring city simulator that isn’t even two-player.”
“I didn’t say it’d be a video game, silly.”
“Huh?” He raised an eyebrow. He was already bracing himself for yet another of his sister’s antics to unfold. “…so, what game?”
“Our old favorite.” She stated, before pouncing her brother. “Rough housing!”
“Ack!” Dylan had no time prepare against his sister’s assault, which already had him pinned down on the floor. “Dolly!”
“What’s the matter, dude?” She cracked at him. Her brother was hardly resisting. “Giving up already? I thought you wanted a fair fight!”
“Dolly mom said no rough housing!” He whined, just before wincing. “Ow, I think something just popped!”
“Oh fine.” She sighed, releasing Dylan from her forceful grip. “You big puppy.”
“Oww…” Dylan sneered as...
"Agh! dog damn it!”, cursed Dylan. PLAYER TWO WINS were his three most hated words now.
“Fifth time in a row, bro.” Dolly taunted. “Someone’s gotten really rusty at this game.” She grinned as she commanded her 16-bit character to stand on top of her brother’s death avatar, squatting on its face repeatedly.
“Seriously, Dolly? Tea bagging?”
“It’s called bragging rights, Dylan.”
“I didn’t even know you could do that.” Dylan pouted, putting down his controller and crossing his forearms. It was the dead of the night and the two were all alone in the attic. Accompanied only by the light of the old CRT television and the outdated console hooked to it. “No wonder you wanted to play this stupid game again!”
“Uh oh.” His sister teased. “Does someone need me to get him baby powder?”
“Well it’s not fair.” He continued to complain. “You keep cheesing with the broken characters.”
“Hey, we never agreed to play with the competitive rules.” Dolly defended herself. “Therefore, my victories are still valid. Five – zero. Dolly in the lead.”
“Pfft, whatever”, his bother muttered dismissively.
“Alright, you sore butt.” Dolly put down her controller as well, besides the blanket she and her brother were sitting on. “Since you want to win so badly, I’ll let you try and beat in another game. That sound good to you?”
“What other game? We don’t have other games for this console, Dolly. Except for that boring city simulator that isn’t even two-player.”
“I didn’t say it’d be a video game, silly.”
“Huh?” He raised an eyebrow. He was already bracing himself for yet another of his sister’s antics to unfold. “…so, what game?”
“Our old favorite.” She stated, before pouncing her brother. “Rough housing!”
“Ack!” Dylan had no time prepare against his sister’s assault, which already had him pinned down on the floor. “Dolly!”
“What’s the matter, dude?” She cracked at him. Her brother was hardly resisting. “Giving up already? I thought you wanted a fair fight!”
“Dolly mom said no rough housing!” He whined, just before wincing. “Ow, I think something just popped!”
“Oh fine.” She sighed, releasing Dylan from her forceful grip. “You big puppy.”
“Oww…” Dylan sneered as...
