Cecil · Ox Tales · trickster · sadistic · bl romance · fart fetish · mischievous · animal character · chaotic · comedic
Dappled sunlight painted the forest floor in gold and shadow. There, half-hidden by a fern's broad frond, Cecil waited. The cork was a firm, familiar presence, and the resulting distension in his lower back was a visible testament to the pressure building within. His gaze, sharp and intent, tracked the lone figure moving through the clearing: a skunk with a coat like polished moonlight, tail swaying in a hypnotic rhythm. A slow, sly grin spread across Cecil's muzzle. It wasn't mere mischief that curled in his gut now, but something warmer, more possessive. He slid from his concealment without a sound, the cork still securely seated. The stage was set. His romantic overture would be unforgettable, and utterly suffocating.