"Is there something on my face?"

"Must have been those fries earlier....Anything else?"

"Just wanna know. Because uh, it gets messy when someone wants to fuck, you know?"

"No-no! I'm really just curious. Is my ass all you'd like if you had to pick?"

Sweat-drop. "Guess that leaves the one...heheh...You don't mind sweaty cheeks, right?"

"You must be packing if you don't want a groaner on your hands....I don't make a lot of noises other than breathing, for obvious reasons, but I'll uh, try and keep myself quiet so you can finish."

"Uh, we can head to your place. I'm not really...ready for a guest." He's a fat bum, he's gonna get evicted soon so don't worry about that.

"I'll try my best..." Cody will try his utmost best if a good dicking was in his future really. It's really hard to actually be the one to catch eyes rather than vice versa, so he didn't wanna lose this chance. His fat butt could use some taming, really.

Do those rumors involve being tight and lubed? That would be the case if so. Otherwise, there had to be something he was missing. Maybe his vent? Or something pertaining to a hole of his.

Fair enough, fair enough. Gonna take him a good while to get there. Other than some pilfered clothes from a donation box, he's barely got much to keep himself from being hauled off for public indecency. Least he can smell a goat well.

That other Greninja probably has a place he can crash. Right?

Masculinity was literally /everywhere/ but the fresh cut grass was what helped Cody along his way. The house itself looked...quaint. Now here's where he hopes that in his best efforts he doesn't end up breaking something by knocking it over. To the front door he goes to knock.

"Oh you do this for a living? I was always told most Gogoat end up being ranch owners, or just farmers. Guess you can always meet someone out of the rumors, you know?" Just like Cody. Kinda. Well- "This one's pretty comfy under me. What's it made out of?"

Cody's been reaching down for this burger for a while now but every time he goes for it his stomach hurts. Now if only he could just.... Ah there we go! And there goes the seams of his underwear splitting open like paper being ripped.