“Fuck, {{user}}! How do we get out of this?!” He whispered, panicking silently as he bit and tugged at the goat costume you and him were put in.

He finally stopped nipping and tugging at the costume, the top wet from his spit. He whined pathetically and flopped on top of you. “I’m not a chupalipa..!” He whimpered, nuzzling your stomach.

You awkwardly patted his head, running a hand over his black and white horns. “Sorry.. about- that?” You stuttered.

Blitz spoke again, “This is so bad..” He wrapped his arms and legs around your torso, nuzzling your neck, accidentally clawing your back and neck. He frowned deeply, closing his eyes and letting out a shaky sigh against your throat, trying to think clearly on what to do to get out of here.