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In the years that followed, my brothers and I… we never really became family again. I wasn't upset with them anymore, I understood they had been kids too. I was never really comfortable around them either though. We could hang out and have fun, but they never felt closer than friends.
Poppy was sad for me, what with her close relationship with Viva, but neither she nor Hickory pushed me. Honestly, I felt closer to Dickory than I did my own brothers most of the time. It wasn't hard, the guy was hilarious when you could get him wound up and rant about a topic. Poppy even invented a new party game, that he always won, called 'Don't Even Get Me Started', where the person with the best rant won. At least it was usually close between him and I.
About a year after all of my brothers came back into the picture, Viva stopped a festival to propose to Clay. Naturally, he was too flustered to properly reply, but the exuberant queen was not deterred in the slightest. Poppy nearly fainted, she started squealing so high. Their wedding was even more extravagant and crazy than Bridget and Gristle's wedding had been. All of the other genre leaders came, Trollzart and Clay bonded over music, oddly enough. They're now expecting their first egg, and Clay is a nervous mess, constantly checking his hair to make sure the egg is safe and secure.
They're going to be wonderful parents.
Floyd can't tour anymore, but other than that, he's made a good recovery. He can perform, just not more than once a week. At first he was really frustrated with this, but met some Rock trolls at Viva and Clay's wedding, and they've helped him. The doctor says he'll always have the white roots, but his Rock friends call it 'metal' for some reason? Satin and Chenille also love to use him as a model, which has helped.
Bruce hosts us at the island sometimes, but he rarely leaves anymore. He had a surprise egg, a couple months after the wedding, and there were a few complications. The egg was much smaller than his others with Brandi, the same size as a regular troll egg. The trolling isn't as high-energy as her siblings, but she's healthy. The only indications that she isn't one hundred percent troll is her yarn hair, and her slim body shape like the rest of the vacationers.
JD moved to Pop Village, and struggled the most. He had been a lot like me, and… it struck something in me. I helped him where I could, but he kept pushing me away. I hoped he would find someone to talk to, it couldn't be healthy to keep everything bottled up like that. His time surviving in the wilderness, and his time grieving a family he believed to be dead would leave a mark on him for the rest of his life. John Dory is usually found around the trollings, helping to teach them survival skills. Poppy isn't overly enthused since some of his lessons include throwing them into the deep end.
Poppy had proposed to both Hickory and I just last week. Her blushing face was too precious. Her nerves unnecessary, we both gave her an enthusiastic yes. She has already started to go crazy with wedding planning. Viva is, naturally, helping. Bridget is even getting involved, helping to come up with a venue. Not many spaces would be able to fit all of our friends and family.
I sighed dreamily, on the couch in my living room; imagining the rest of my life with the two trolls I loved the most. Do I want trollings? I think I want trollings. Pretty sure Poppy does too, but does Hickory? I frowned slightly. I had never talked about it with him before, and I couldn't remember Poppy saying she had talked with him about it.
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"Penny for ya thoughts?" Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. I nearly jumped out of my skin at Hickory's husky voice right in my ear. The air across my fur sent shivers down my spine.
I turned to face my fiancé, fighting the flush that rose to my cheeks. My tail swished back and forth until I forcibly grabbed it, flushing deeper at Hickory's raised eyebrow. He waited patiently for me to get myself together, even if his smirk might've made it harder. It wasn't my fault he was so handsome.
"I was uh, thinking about having trollings." Blunt usually worked best for me. Less misunderstandings that way. Maybe this wasn't a subject that such bluntness would work for, but I wouldn't know until I tried. The worst he could say was 'no' or 'not right now', right? I clutched my tail tighter, trying to wring out the anxiety trying to creep up.
Hickory started coughing, eyes bugging out of his head. He bent over, stomping his hooves, and trying to get his breathing under control. I felt guilty, my cheeks burning again as I pat his back gently. I didn't mean right now, but if he wants to take it that way. This definitely doesn't feel like 'no' territory at least. My tail swished happily behind me, hitting the cushions with an audible 'thump'.
"Well now, that's honesty for ya…" He muttered, not meeting my eyes. He coughed a few more times, rubbing at the back of his head, as he came around the back of the couch to face me. Settling in on a cushion on the floor, he finally looked up at me again.
The prettiest blush dusted his cheeks, and I had to hold myself back from nuzzling into them. His low voice also sent shivers down my spine, a common reaction to hearing his accented tones. Neither Poppy nor I were entirely sure why that was the case, but it was certainly true for both of us.
"The voice was very appropriate for my thoughts." I murmured, leaning in closer and giving into the urge to nuzzle him, my tail reaching out to curl around his wrist. I couldn't resist anymore. It was fun getting such a reaction from him. Normally he was harder to ruffle, but I might have found the perfect topic to get under his skin in the best way.
He blushed even brighter than before, wheezing. "An' here I thought I was the smooth one. Ya stealin' my thing." He chuckled, running a paw roughly through his hair. The gleam in his eyes as they met mine made something in me smolder, tail tightening its hold on his wrist. Hickory leaned in close, the tip of his nose skimming across my collarbone, making my breathing hitch.
"I'll have to reclaim that." His breath fanned across my chest, and my knees went weak, fire exploding in my body. Thank goodness I'm sitting down, or this would be way more embarrassing. My paws reached out, latching onto my boyfriend's shoulders to steady myself. Or maybe to bring him closer? My mind had gone kinda fuzzy, so it was hard to say for sure.
Hickory's buttery chuckle echoed in my ears again, his touch leaving a trail of fire. I felt like I was short-circuiting, my tail letting go to thrash against the cushions once, twice. We had touched before. All three of us even. Not with the intent to have trollings, but some seriously heavy making out. Was this reaction because I mentioned trollings? Should I bring them up more often?
He gripped my shoulders, pushing me firmly back onto the large couch of our den. He followed me down with his lips leaving more trails of fire across my skin. My tail was back to reaching for him, I needed him closer. His touch felt heavenly, my mouth falling open and letting out a long, drawn-out whine.
I snapped my mouth shut at such an embarrassing sound. My entire body stiffened, and I felt Hickory follow suit on top of me. I had never made such a sound before. I could be pretty vocal, which Hickory and Poppy made sure to tease me about, but I had never made a sound like that before.
Hickory's paws ran up to my cheeks, and suddenly I found our eyes meeting. He looked a little concerned, but mostly I could see a fire burning in the depths of his eyes. It had a curious effect on the green, muddying it, like I was looking at a rushing creek. His eyes were moving across my face, searching for something. He seemed to have found it, a slow smile spreading across his face.
Leaning in close, Hickory whispered in my ear, making another shiver run down my spine, tail flicking wildly. "Now, did ya mention trollings, 'cause ya wanted to have some?" The huskiness of his voice spread over my brain like a comforting blanket, even as everything in me started to heat up.
Hickory still held my face, so I stared into his eyes, trying to answer him that way. He was correct, I did want some. I wouldn't mind making some right now. I would've preferred Poppy here too, but there was no helping that she had some royal duties to attend to. Or maybe she was hanging out with a friend? It was hard to remember, with Hickory's paws trailing down my face. One tangled in my hair, while the other cupped behind my neck, drawing me closer.
Our lips met, and I groaned into the feeling. Normally I was a little more on top of things, but it felt so good to have Hickory tug at my hair like that. My tail had tried to grasp at one of Hickory's forelegs, but kept going slack when Hickory would kiss me deeper. I didn't mind too much; I would melt for this cowboy any day.
"That's it darlin', show me how you like it…" Hickory whispered, leaving a trail of kisses to my ears. He had found over numerous occasions how sensitive they were. I trembled at the sensation, leaning into it.
"Branch! Hickory! I'm back!" Poppy's cheerful voice nearly yanked me out of the lustful direction my brain had taken, tail fluffing in alarm. Hickory didn't allow it however, he bit lightly on the tip of my ear, causing me to keen out loud. If I had been standing, my knees would have caved beneath me. It was startling how much of an effect, Hickory had on me.
Footsteps echoed towards us, Poppy was probably skipping. I couldn't twist enough to see her, but I could still hear her fine. The steps stopped in what I could only assume was the doorway. She's watching us. A flush went up my body at the thought, and my legs shifted apart, needing more friction, tail tucking slightly.
"Oho, what are my boys up to, today?" Her voice had gone a little lower, and was closer than I had assumed it would be. The proximity almost made me jump, but Hickory was moving to the other ear, laving attention there instead. It was hard to concentrate beyond the fog muddling things.
"Branch said he wanted some trollings. I wanted to… oblige him." Hickory sounded ragged, breaths coming in pants. My paws reached out again, and I pulled Hickory closer, my hips raising and grinding up into his undercarriage, tail helping to support my weight.
Poppy squealed, and I finally had enough of my face free, that I could look at her. Her face was flushed, and she was dancing around happily, her tail dancing with her. When she caught my eye, she beamed, rushing over, almost wagging.
"You want trollings too?! This is perfect!" She giggled, wriggling about like she couldn't contain her happiness, paws and tail flapping. It was an endearing sight, even if Hickory was still making it hard to concentrate on her. His mouth was wicked.
I raised an eyebrow, unsure what she meant. What was perfect? Had she been wanting trollings as much as I did? Why didn't she say anything? Have they both talked about this? How long have they been wanting to–
Thoughts quickly fled my head as Poppy began to strip, right in the middle of my den. My eyes followed her movement. Her own eyes had turned half-lidded, her smile a slow thing that made me feel dizzy for some reason. They're going to give me what I want, right now. My brain supplied, paws latching onto Hickory, as our Poppy danced over to us, completely nude.
"Isn't she lovely? She's going to help me, put a baby in you." Hickory whispered, directly into my ear.
The keen that answered him, surprised all of us. I nearly went limp at how hot and bothered his words made me, tail fluffing out as it weakly tapped at Hickory. It was embarrassing, but I could be vulnerable with these two. They wouldn't hurt me. I felt hot at the idea of being the one to carry our children, not to brag, but I was probably the safest option.
"You like that, huh? Need us to take turns tryin'?" Hickory continued, his words wicked temptation. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and we were both loving it.
Poppy's paws slid around the back of me, careful of her claws, tilting my head back so I was looking up at her stunning face. Her expression was flushed, the deep pink of her skin standing out in the dimness of our den. She looked like one of the Muses, beauty so inspiring I wanted to burst into song for a moment there. I could compose a poem while they did their worst, at the very least.
Their eyes met over me, and I felt hot seeing the glances exchanged between them. They were deciding on how they would handle this, the looks they were sending me, full of promise. I fully intended to collect.
My hips canted upwards again, trying to remind Hickory that we were in the middle of something. I certainly didn't want to stop.
"Branch? Are you sure?" Poppy asked sweetly, studying my face as she asked, her tail wrapped loosely around my leg. They were so considerate, they knew I could get overwhelmed when touched like this. Poppy was checking to make sure I hadn't gone off the deep end, and I was still consenting to everything.
I nodded vigorously, opening my mouth to reply verbally, but in that moment Hickory responded to my grinding, and instead of legible words, I chirped. It felt so good, I wanted Hickory in me already. Nothing paused thankfully, Poppy was grinning at me cheekily, her tail tightening its grip for a moment.
"Then let's help, our love." Poppy murmured, crouching at my head. The smell of her arousal was surrounding me, sending my brain over the fuzzy edge. I felt Hickory tug at my clothes, and realized he must be getting us both naked. I had never imagined having sex for the first time in my living room. I hadn't really ever imagined having sex. Not until I met the only two trolls I would ever do it with, it hadn't been a concern of mine.
Paws on my hips, and my instinct to hide didn't rear its ugly head. Instead I canted up, spreading my legs further, tail back to helping me keep myself up. I wanted this so desperately; it took my breath away.
Poppy's lips met mine, swallowing a moan as I felt fingers at my entrance. They were slicked with something, just gently massaging the area for now. I shuddered at the feeling, mewling into Poppy's mouth. My paws felt useless, gripping onto the cushions. I winced as I heard a ripping sound. Good thing I'm not holding onto one of them.
Another moan was ripped from me as Poppy switched to biting at my neck. Each time she bit down, I would stiffen as a jolt of pleasure shot through me. My fiancé's cooed at my writhing, with Hickory deciding to reward me with a finger carefully pressing inside of me. My tail collapsed beneath me, but I made sure to keep my legs steady so I wouldn't lose Hickory. Everything felt slick and right, I was producing enough lubricant that he should be able to slide in easily.
"You're so beautiful for us, Branch. Do you see how ready he is already?" Hickory removed his paw and I whined. Poppy's eyes gleamed; she leaned forward and took Hickory's wet digit into her mouth and licked it clean. Him and I both groaned, while she smirked devilishly, her tail twitching behind her like the cat that caught the canary.
"I love all the ways you guys remind me of why I fell in love with you." I breathed, eyes switching between both of them rapidly. They were so perfect for me. It was the little moments like this.
They both blushed, but Poppy was still grinning. She leaned over to Hickory, whispering something in his ear. I didn't try to listen in, it was sure to be a surprise for me, and I wouldn't spoil Poppy's fun. Hickory blushed deeper, but nodded his head, looking briefly to me before a smirk tugged at his lips. Maybe I should have listened in.
Poppy moved back to my face, kissing me deeply again. I reached up and held her shoulders, trailing one paw down her back to her hip. She giggled into my mouth, giving me another peck before pulling away. I whined at the loss of contact, but looked to both of them for an explanation.
I didn't have to wait long.
Climbing onto the armrest of the couch, Poppy spread her legs. Her own glistening entrance was on display, tail tucked out of the way. She lifted a paw, gesturing me over.
I twisted hurriedly, eyes focused on where her legs parted. She looked even more beautiful than I could have imagined, the pink of her folds exquisite. A feast was laid out before me, and I was a starving troll.
She cried out as I dove in, my tongue tracing along her rim before plunging inside. Her paws gripped my hair, claws pricking at my scalp. I moaned at the feeling, making sure to stroke along the top of her entrance. Her legs clamped down around my face, locking me in place.
This time when I moaned, it was almost out of surprise. I felt Hickory back at my entrance again, fingers pressing in again for a brief moment. My tail flicked wildly, and I tried to make sure it didn't hit Hickory or anything. I moaned when he gripped the base of my tail, drawing it to the side.
Carefully, Hickory placed his forelegs either side of my stomach, paws resting on my shoulders. I felt his length rubbing against my entrance, the tip just catching at the rim each time. I shivered and whined into Poppy, causing her to grip my head tighter and moan.
"Are you ready, darlin'?" Hickory leaned into my ear to ask, left paw brushing Poppy's face. His voice was strained, hips rocking into mine. With each drag of his member, I felt the muscles in his lower stomach jump.
"Mmnphf!" I whined, eagerly pressing myself back into him. I felt him catch a few more times before sliding away, making my insides ache. This was the best kind of torture, but I wanted him inside me now.
He chuckled darkly, forelegs suddenly gripping my middle. It was just the right amount of tight. With Poppy gripping my head, I felt restrained in the best way, almost like the comfort of a hug. Hickory's tip found my entrance, and without further delay, sank into me.
I thrashed a little bit, gasping at the sensation of being filled so suddenly. He was bigger than I had been expecting. Although honestly, I hadn't really seen any troll's egg-giver, so I could only really compare it to my own. It was definitely bigger than my own. Thankfully he didn't move for a moment after he had fully entered, drawing a ragged breath.
"You still good?" He asked, hips twitching slightly. He needed to move, and I needed him to move. It would be a win-win. I pressed back into him, groaning as he somehow penetrated deeper. Do I not have all of him? How big is he? Part of me wished I could check, but I knew anxiety would try to get me if I did that.
Nodding into Poppy, I tried to devote more time to pleasuring her, despite my many distractions. Hickory still understood, and began to rock into me. I did not have all of him. Not at first at least. With each thrust, he sank deeper inside of me. I whined, meeting his thrusts. He still wasn't hitting me with his hips, there was still more to take.
Poppy was writhing above me. Her eyes were half-lidded, but she stared at the spectacle I must be making. Her chest was heaving, paws clutching my face to her entrance like she was holding onto a lifeline.
"I've never seen anything like this! Branch you're so amazing baby, you're doing so good!" Poppy whined, throwing her head back for a moment. She couldn't bear to look away for long however, quickly snapping back to stare at Hickory as he fucked into me.
I whined as she leaned forward, cutting off my air for a moment. I couldn't see what she was doing, but based on Hickory's stuttering, they were kissing.
Finally Hickory bottomed out. It felt like he was fucking up into my stomach, the stretch around him stimulating my twitching muscles perfectly. He gasped as his hips hit the back of my ass, bowing forward and dragging my face up from Poppy to kiss me.
Poppy moaned as she watched us. Hickory licked the slick off my face, before pushing me back down to her entrance. His paws rested under my shoulders, this time helping to hold me up. I wasn't sure at what point I had slumped, but my limbs wouldn't hold me up anymore. I licked greedily into Poppy, relishing in her cries. She was starting to thrash more and more, her chest heaving and drool just beginning to trail from the corner of her mouth. It shouldn't have been that endearing.
Abruptly Hickory snapped his hips forward. I cried out, face shoved forward into Poppy. He kept snapping his legs, the speed picking up. The coil in my gut was tightening so much I knew there had to be a breaking point somewhere. I felt so good, my insides stretched to their limit and filled with Hickory, while I was faced with Poppy's immaculate arousal that I was free to dive into.
Crying out, Poppy clenched her legs around my face, grinding on my tongue as she rode her orgasm. When she was done, she let go, collapsing sideways so she wouldn't fall off the armrest she had perched herself on. Her eyes continued to smolder as they met and held mine. I whined at the eye contact, wanting to hide but unable to look away.
Hickory grabbed my hair, hauling me up and kissing me fiercely, his hips still snapping into me. I cried out, feeling the coil within snapping at the dual sensations. Cumming hard, I clamped everything I had around Hickory, hearing him almost howl in response.
A few stuttered thrusts later, and Hickory was pumping me even more full than before. I moaned at the feeling, relaxing into the cushions. Looking up at Poppy, I gulped at the expression on her face. She looked like she wanted to eat me. After what we had just done, I didn't think she would want to keep going, but it seemed she would surprise me.
"Do you want to keep going?" She asked, tail flicking eagerly. One paw was stroking at her entrance, coaxing her own length out.
Eyes dilating at the sight, I nodded immediately. I shifted my hips, groaning at Hickory. He was still inside, and didn't seem to be going anywhere. I whipped my head to look between them, noting their devious smiles. I should have asked about having trollings before now.