Fang x edgar fanfiction [Fadgar]

chapter eleven

"Aww, is that the femboy from your blog, Emz?"
"Yeah, he is shorter than expected."
"Damn... Let's go have a seat and beg Edgar to take a picture with us, our fans will love that!"
"For real #PawletteCafe."
The Pink haired catgirl gave them the menu.
"Tell me when you made your choice clear."
"Yeah, but can you let Edgar do the job, he's so cute!"
"Yes , please! Even my melodians are begging for him, and he'd learn to do his job better!"
"Well...fine I guess. Edgar, come here, some guests are looking for you!"
My heart was beating so fast....and I started to breathe heavily. I walked slowly, shaking my legs.
"Come on, you're too shy!"
Melodie stood up next to me and put her elbows above my head. She was a lot talker than I was.
"Say meow for my blog!"
"No! That's embarassing!"
"Aww, too shy?"
I was so red and embarrassed.
"Come on, before Fang will come!"
"Yeah, also, your apron kinda fell and we can see your small waist. Every girls is so jealous of you. You have massive tighs, flat, and a small waist with some cute prey eyes. What can better?"
I finally snapped.
"Can you guys stop! I'm not a girl! I'm a dominant man!"
"Try me, I'm mentally more stable!"
"No! I won't betray Fang!"
Melodie fixed my apron.
"Be careful next time, petite."
"Yeah, as if you would be masculine, LOL."
The bodyguard walked in angrily.
"So, I've heard bullying."
"No, we are just two tall queens with a lot of fans!"
"Well, I don't care if you even we're Stalin. You either treat my man correctly or get out."
"Did you just say 'my man'?"
"Yeah, I did. Never heard of homosexual couples? Also, never comment on Edgar's body again, because I'm the only one that's allowed to."
Melodie decided to argue with Fang too.
"But I was just telling how Edgar is so bodygoals."
"Whatever, don't speak to Edgar at the moment, and Colette will come do the rest ."
"Yeah, stay mad hater."
"Melodians, go to the kitchen and call Colette."
The three melody notes flee to the kitchen to tell Colette, and she rushed to both girls.
"What's wrong? Why isn't Edgar there?"
"Because we 'bullied' him, like Fang says."
"Poor him I guess...What did you decided to chose anyways?"
"I want a bubble tea, and Melodie wants pancakes."
"Noted. I'll be back right away."
Colette went back to the kitchen to cook the pancakes and make Emz' bubble tea. While she did all that, Fang brought me to the cafe's office.
"Sit on me, there aren't any chairs, and the ground didn't get mopped ina  while. We'll talk."
"Guess I will."
I sat on Fang's lap.
"I'm so sorry these girls bullied you, but they're always like that."
"That's okay, but are my thighs that big tho?"
He lifted my skirt up, rolled my thighs highs sock down, and squeezed them.
"They really are, and it's so cute in you, don't worry."
"I tought it was bad..."
"No, it isn't, don't worry!"
I played with his veiny hands.
"Can I sleep on your thighs please?"
What?! What an unexpected idea, but I don't find it bad.
"Alright, but at home."
"Melodie was kinda right. You're so fine."
"Really? I tought she was being sarcastic."
"I always loved you."
I turned to the other side, because I've been in that position facing the door for too long. Now I'm facing Fang. I leaned close to him and started to hug him.
"Me too. I find you so strong."
"And I find you so cute!"
"Stop calling me cute!"
I was red and flustered again.
"I know you like being called a good boy, come on!"
"No, I don't!"
I covered my face.
"It's obvious you like being teased and called good kitty."
"How is it obvious?"
"How isn't it?"
He slide his fingers trough my hair.
"Why aren't you purring?"
"That's so old fashioned!"
"Well, I'll touch your tail!"
The bodyguard pulled my tail, causing me to leave a moan.
"Is that a plug you have?"
"No! Its a belt with a tail! How could you?"
"Then , why did you moan?"
"Because it hurt!"
"Hm..."
He smirked at me, bringung my chin closer to him with a finger.
"You definitely did that for me..."
We started kissing, then, I felt something hard down me...
"Fang, don't tell me you're hard!"
"What's your answer maybe? I even think you are."
Yes, I was too. He lifted my skirt and squeezed down there. Then, the door opened.
"Excuse m-"
Pawlette broke the plate by dropping it out of shock and left blank and speechless.
"What are you doing there!"
Fang smirked again.
"Want to join?"
"But there's a bunch of guests!"
"Hey, Miss, do you mind me blasting music out of my boombox? Hello?"
A black, gamer guy with his radio came for help, but eventually caught us.
"What the hell, bro? Isn't that the twink from Emz' blog?"
Fang replied with anger.
"It's not like you did the boombayah with Colt either, Brock."
"Shut up, because that was platonic!"
"That doesn't change the fact you still did that!"
"Emz was right, Edgar is a pet for everyone!"
"Go back to the cottonfield!"
"Go back working at the Shein factory!"
Fang stood up and hit Brock.