finders keepers

As she goes for his leg, she feels her teeth grasp around the lower portion. Clamping down is all she can focus on in the moment. Digging in her paws to the sand to try and stop her momentum so she can have a brief half-second to think of what the fuck she was going to do next, she's surprised when she feels his weight pulling away from her. Her eyes lift up and over to his front half, watching as the guy falls into the sand, bringing her with him.

Wait, what the fuck.

Calliope starts scrambling, her teeth releasing his leg as she tries to resituate herself over him to have some sort of upper ground. It's useless though. His legs are positioned better under her, claws digging in her soft underbelly. A squealing laugh forcefully leaves her even if Calliope would never admit aloud that she was ticklish. Still writhing and wriggling, flying through the air as he flips her like a ragdoll, she can't help but continue laughing.

When his face reaches forward to blow a disgustingly wet and loud raspberry in her ear, Calliope snaps her jaws toward his face, aiming to take a chunk of his ear.


Calliope F
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