CEO of Cute, Marceline and Cream the Rabbit

A story

Marceline (leaning against the wall, a sly grin curling on her lips):
"Well, well, what do we have here? Two adorable little pups at my doorstep, huh?"

Cream (twirling her ears nervously, cheeks flushed):
"Oh my gosh, Marceline, they brought those... huge popsicles? Are they for us or... for some kinda game?"

Tails the Fox (holding a giant, dripping popsicle, smirking mischievously):
"Only one way to find out. You wanna taste the sweet stuff? Then drop on your knees and bark like a dog, that's the rule. No barking, no popsicle."

Klonoa the Cabbit (grinning widely, holding his own equally gigantic popsicle):
"Yeah, come on! Show us those cute puppy voices. It's just a little fun. Right, Cream?"

Cream (biting her lip, looking at Marceline, then back at the popsicles):
"I don't know... barking's kinda silly, but... I want the popsicle!"

Marceline (crossing her arms, eyes gleaming darkly):
"Bark or beg, sweeties. Or you can just watch while we enjoy."

Tails (wagging his imaginary tail, playful):
"C'mon, Cream. You wanna be my good girl? Then show me you can bark."

Cream (blushing furiously, then suddenly on her knees, voice soft but determined):
"Woof! Woof! Happy now?"

Klonoa (clapping excitedly):
"Yesss! That's the spirit! Your turn, Marceline."

Marceline (laughing darkly, then dropping down, tail flicking):
"Hmph, you want a real show? Listen up."
She parts her buttcheeks just enough to wiggle them teasingly.
"Woof, woof." The cheeks opening and closing like a little talking butt, a cheeky grin spreading.
"Guess that means I'm the alpha pup."

Tails (eyes wide, licking his lips):
"Oh wow, Marceline, that's... impressive."
He waves his popsicle in front of her, dripping down in slow, tempting beads.
"Now, who's ready for the real treat?"

Cream (giggling, still on her knees):
"I think I'm ready to taste that."

Klonoa (nudging Tails):
"Better share, fox boy. This is about fun, after all."

Tails (leaning in, voice low and teasing):
"Only if you all promise to play nice with your tails and ears."
He smirks, licking a drop off his popsicle and eyes them both with playful hunger.

Marceline (eyes glinting with mischief, stepping closer to Tails, voice low and sultry):
"Tails, if you think you're gonna play with us, don't expect us to be gentle... We're in the mood to punish you hardcore for being such a cute, adorable little fox boy."
She slowly runs a finger along his jaw, tracing teasing circles before flicking it down to the tip of his ear.
"Think you can handle that? Because we're not just here to share popsicles, sweetheart."

Tails (gulping, eyes flickering between her face and the dangerous smile):
"I-I think I can handle a little punishment... if it's from you two."

Cream (grinning devilishly, bouncing on her knees):
"Yeah, Tails! We've got plenty of fun planned. You better be ready to take it... and maybe beg a little."

Marceline (leaning in, voice velvet and teasing):
"Begging is part of the fun, fox boy. But first..."
She smirks and flicks her fingers sharply at his tail, making it twitch involuntarily.
"Show me how much you want it."

Tails (grinning despite himself, tail wagging nervously):
"Alright... I'm all yours."

Cream (laughing softly):
"Good boy. Now, let's see if you can handle our 'punishment.'"

Tails the Fox (looking up at Marceline and Cream with a mischievous glint in his eyes, a cocky smirk on his face):
"I'm not so sure you two can really tease me. I'm pretty tough to break, you know?"

Marceline (leaning in, letting her dark voice purr in his ear):
"Oh, really? You don't think we can push your buttons, huh?"
She gives a knowing look to Cream.

Cream (smiling slyly, her soft bunny paw lifting to pull off her glove with a teasing flick of her wrist):
"Let me show you just how much we can really tease, Tails."

Tails (blushing slightly, the smirk faltering, but still holding his ground):
"I-I don't think you two can—"

Cream (cutting him off, the glove slipping off her hand and her soft bunny fingers tracing down his spine, slowly making their way to his tail, and finally gently running up and down the curve of his bummiecrack):
"Mmm... How's that, fox boy?"
She traces delicate circles along his backside, just enough to make him shiver.
"Bet you didn't see that coming."

Tails (his body twitching, unable to hold back a soft gasp as he feels her fingers teasingly graze the sensitive spots):
"W-What... What are you—?!"

Cream (grinning, voice teasing):
"Just enough to make you want more, right?"
She flicks the tip of her finger teasingly against the edge of his crack.
"Now, go ahead. Beg for it. You know you want to."

Tails (his breath hitching, his cocky attitude slipping as he starts to squirm slightly):
"Okay, okay... maybe I was wrong... I-I want more... please."

Marceline (laughing softly, crossing her arms as she watches with a dark, playful grin):
"See? Told you. Now you're starting to understand."

Marine the Pirate Raccoon (bursting through the door, her tail flicking excitedly, her voice loud and cheeky):
"Oi, what's all this serious talk about punishing Tails here? You lot are taking things too stiff!"
She gives a dramatic little bow, adjusting her pirate hat, then grins broadly.
"Let's loosen up and have some fun, eh?"

Tails (staring at her in surprise, suddenly looking a lot more relaxed with her appearance):
"Marine?! What are you doing here?"

Marine (winking, hands on her hips):
"I'm here to make sure no one takes this too seriously, mate. We're here for fun, right?"
She looks at Cream, Marceline, and Klonoa with a sly grin.
"You're all playing a little too rough. Let's just give the lil' fox a bit of a break, huh?"

Marceline (laughing softly, raising an eyebrow but smirking at Marine's playful interruption):
"I like her. Alright, Marine, what's your plan?"

Marine (pointing to Tails with a devilish grin):
"Well, you see, I noticed something. Tails here might think he's all tough... but his cute little buttcrack?"
She steps forward, poking at his side and teasingly tracing the edge of his fox crack with her finger.
"That's what's really the star of the show, isn't it?"

Tails (blushing deeply, his tail flicking nervously, trying to hold onto his usual confidence):
"Hey! W-Wait a second! What's with all this focus on my... my butt?!"

Marine (laughing, poking at him again):
"Aw, c'mon, mate! It's cute, isn't it? I just gotta see it up close, can't blame me for that!"
She wiggles around him, spinning and turning with playful energy.
"I think we should give your little bum some proper attention, and loosen up the mood—right, everyone?"

Klonoa (snickering, clearly more comfortable now with the energy lightening up):
"That's the spirit, Marine. Let's have some fun!"

The end.