Forgetfulsinner did a 2K Kiriban, and I happened by at the right time. XD This is what I got as a prize, a chibi-Oscil, and it's adorable! 8P

Oscil and his red balloon. 8P

Meanwhile:

Oscil frowned in his pet-bed, watching the Doctor trot here and there. A splash of perfume, a hat to keep the sun off her neck, and as out of place as they were clothes. Her eyes settled on his, reflecting at her in the vanity mirror. "Honestly," She smirked putting on her lipstick. "What a terrible look to have on a young lady's face."

"Are you mad at me, Doctor?" Oscil snorted, hiding his face below the rim of the bed. "Is this some kind of punishment?"

"It's a charity date-auction." The Doctor's face curled in a frown to match his, then reversed in a wicked smile. "You're jealous!"

Oscil snorted and his tail thrashed.

The Doctor's eyes closed and her whole body quaked, fighting back a laugh. "Is my little sissy afraid some big, mean stallion will take her Doctor away?"

"No..." Oscil whined.

"I'll be back after dinner." She said swishing her tail and heading for the door.

Oscil grumbled and rolled over in his pet bed, sniffling as he listened to her every step, and whimpering at the sound of the Studebaker starting. He lay there, his eyes wet with tears, silent but sobbing. A sudden tingle down his back made Oscil squeal and leap from his bed.

"Is sissy-kins upset?" Impy chided watching the effeminate pony coil away.

"Shut up, Impy!" Oscil bellowed, sobbing ever harder watching Impy mock his crying.

The beagle stopped her teasing and smiled. "Look, pinky, you know she's not popping a girl-boner over anybody's pickle but yours." She paused tapping her gold fang in thought. "Well, you and other real women..."

Oscil sniffled, still frowning in disbelief. "I still," He looked at the floor tile. "I still miss her..."

"Oh brother..." Impy rolled her eyes, walking to the closet. "You're such a baby."

Oscil's ears twitched at the sound of off tone hissing and squeaking. "What are you doing?" He furrowed his brow watching her take a marker from her pocket.

"Here," She said handing Oscil a bobbing, red ballon. "We had some helium and stuff left over after your balloon fetish photo-shoot." Oscil shivered at the memory but puzzled over the face drawn on the side of the balloon.

A strange, marker drawn face turned and bobbed on the end of the balloon string. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"It's a big, red stand-in till Big-Red-and-Naked gets home." Impy grinned.

Oscil watched the balloon wobble about, his tears dried and an involuntary grin spread across his lips. "That's silly..."

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Art ©  Forgetfulsinner