#Pygmy lamia bitty

[vex-bittys]

I have a 50% off coupon for a Pygmy lamia. I've always wanted a Pygmy lamia for so long, I don't even remember if I wanted one or not. Also, can Pygmy lamias climb ladders? I'm not sure if my Pygmy lamia will want to sleep with me. I also have a box with air holes in it for temporary containment. I hope my Pygmy lamia likes me! Thank you, Vex!

*Clutching your coupon tightly, you enter the Lamia (and Felid) Bittybones Adoption Center. The shop is relatively quiet at the moment, so you stroll over to the Pygmy nests to choose your lamia.

*The little lamias are all bustling about, some even climbing ladders (which answers your question), but when they see you they zoom over. The little guys are like iridescent blue bolts of lightning! You wave your coupon at them, and they must think it's some sort of signal because suddenly they are racing through an obstacle course that they've cleverly built around the shop!

*One Pygmy wipes out while taking a sharp corner. The nearest Pygmies start to turn to offer assistance, but he waves them away. Quickly righting himself, he's off again, rejoining the race in far last place.... but not for long! One by one, he passes the other Pygmies! None of them can catch him! He crosses the finish line in first place, and you cheer, deciding instantly that this determined little lamia is your pick.

*You lift your victorious little guy into his cozy transport box. You certainly don't want to lose him on your way home after he made such an effort on the obstacle course. He curls up, tired yet satisfied. You present your coupon at the front desk only to learn that half off of free... is also free. Oh well, it got you into the shop didn't it? Coupon designers Honey and Poff exchange a high five as you head home with your newly adopted Pygmy.

[itty-bitty-mess]

TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

Pip was a little pygmy lamia and, like almost every individual of his breed, he was quite the ungrateful brat. He had been adopted from the bitty adoption center and then returned by his previous owner who had spoiled him rotten, making him believe he was the most important thing in the world and that everything had to revolve around him. His brattiness had gotten so bad, that his previous owner returned him without a second thought despite the little pygmy’s empty “apologies”, a futile attempt to not lose the luxurious and comfortable lifestyle he had been so accustomed to.

One day, a young woman entered the establishment in looks for a small companion who could add some sort of excitement into her life. Pip’s eyes landed on that woman and he immediately got to work to be as “cute” and “charming” as possible, playing up the “widdle baby” act as much as he could. Trying to charm his way into a new home and back into his beloved comfortable lifestyle. The woman wasn’t entirely convinced on Pip at first, but after a “cute” tantrum full of crying blue tears and puppy dog eyes, she ended up adopting him with a simple shrug.

Pip was over the moon once he arrived to his new home, slithering everywhere, exploring every corner of the small apartment, calling dibs on the places he would soon mark as his property. The woman or, as he began calling her, “Mommy” didnt really seem that bothered by Pip’s behavior. When night arrived, she prepared him a small makeshift bed with an empty shoebox and some tissue paper and socks. Pip straight up refused to sleep in the box, demanding Mommy to let him sleep on her bed instead.

“Eh, im not doing that but if you don’t want the bed then suit yourself” Mommy said with a shrug as she picked up the makeshift bed and put it on the closet. “But I gotta tell you the floor gets really cold at night and I tend to lock my door.” Pip was a little taken aback by her reaction. He had expected her to beg him to sleep on the box, or to comply and let him sleep on her bed. He tried throwing another tantrum, this time trying to be clear about what he wanted.

“WAAAAHH!! BUT MOMMY I DONT WANT A STINKY BOX, I WANNA SLEEP WITH YOU!!!! IM SCARED OF THE DARK!!!!” Pip cried, his fake little tears and screams falling on uncaring, deaf ears.

The woman just shrugged and responded with a “sucks to be you, buddy” and went to her room. Pip followed her and tried slithering as fast as he could to slip into the bedroom before she locked the door but all he managed to do was hit his face straight into the hard metal door. She had entered and immediately locked the door shut, and Pip was way too big to slip through the gap between the door and the floor.

But he wasn’t gonna give up so easily! He started banging on the door nonstop, his tiny gloved hands barely managing to make any noise against the metal door. He tried screaming, directly demanding Mommy to let him in immediately. But what Pip didn’t know was that she was wearing sound proof headphones, allowing her to have a good night’s sleep. He ended up sleeping on the cold, hard floor, trembling and shaking with tears of rage in his eyes. This wasn’t over yet, he was gonna make Mommy’s life a living nightmare and she would have no option but to treat him like the king he was.

From that day onwards, Pip tried almost every trick on the book to make Mommy do what he wanted. He started pissing and pooping on her clothes to “teach her a lesson”, but she simply shrugged and said “Cool, I was gonna throw those old rags away anyways”. Whenever she fed him “cheap and disgusting” Bitty Kibble, he would throw the little food bowl back at her but his aim was so pathetic that he barely managed to flip the bowl. He tried stealing her food which only caused him severe food poisoning because the idiot stole and ate a moldy piece of bread that was many years past its expiration date.

He demanded Mommy to buy him a control remote car and other expensive toys but she just threw a crumpled paper ball on his direction as said “There, play with that instead lol”. He threw constant tantrums but she completely ignored him or just didn’t seem to care enough. Even when he had planned on scratching or biting her, his pathetic and useless little fangs and his weak little “claws” did absolutely no damage

He even tried stealing Mommy’s phone and trying to break up with her boyfriend through text. However, the boyfriend could tell that wasn’t how his girlfriend texted, he could tell that it was Pip by the terrible grammar and childish word usage so he sent Pip graphic images of bitty gore which deeply traumatised him. He told Mommy about this, hoping that maybe she would craddle him on her arms to comfort him but all she did was laugh at him. Pip felt humiliated, he couldnt believe she didn’t even comfort him or tried to pamper him after such a horrible thing!

Tears welled up in his little eyes and he went to the corner to fake cry again, looking behind his back every few minutes hoping to see Mommy looking back at him with a guilty expression, but all he saw was she had left for work again. This wasn’t fair! How could Mommy not care about him! He was Pip, the great and magnificet pygmy! The most specialest lamia of all, who deserved all the love and attention in the world!

Pip suddenly got an idea, he was gonna go to Mommy’s workplace and demand her, in front of everyone, to give him what he wanted, like fancy human food, expensive toys, a shiny new bandana and to let him sleep on her bed! Mommy could sleep on the floor if she wanted! Perhaps he could even make up some lies about him being “abused” and “neglected” to ruin her reputation with her colleagues. Yes! That was a great idea! Mommy would surely listen to him if he isolated her from everyone! Pip was sooooo smart!

Pip spent the entire night planning how he would take his plan into action. The next day, when Mommy left for work once again, he swiftly slipped through the closing gap of the door, trying to no be seen by her. Then, he silently slipped into her car and hid there, standing as still and silent as possible while she drove. Then she finally arrived to her workplace and entered the huge, shiny office building. Oh, this was Pip’s chance! This was gonna be so good!

He got off the car and slithered around, following silently behind Mommy, he was waiting for the perfect oportunity to strike and humiliate her. However, as they entered the building, Pip was immediately greeted with a massive crowd of people walking in all directions like busy bees in a hive. It was overwhelming and loud for the little lamia and, in a moment of disorientation, he lost sight of Mommy!

He panicked and looked in all directions, slithering through the squeaky clean, polished floor and trying his best to dodge the passerby. He tried screaming and calling out to Mommy, surely she would hear him and go to his rescue! Mommy would never abandon such an important lamia like Pip! Surely Mommy would show up and sweep the little lamia in her arms and take him to a warm and cozy bed full of toys and yummy food like he deserved!

However, his squeaky little yells were drowned out by the constant noise of the office building. People calling out each other’s names, machines working and beeping nonstop, loud clicking of keyboards, etc. All louder than Pip’s weak little voice. Pip tried moving through the crowd, and soon he spotted a stranger who had stopped walking to watch their phone. He got an idea and tried making a “cute” teary eyed expression as he approached the stranger, knowing that his cuteness would be enough to capture the stranger’s attention and get them to help him.

“UM.. EXCUSE ME, IM WOST AND TOO WIDDLE TO MOVE THROUGH THIS CWOWD. CAN YOU HELP ME FIND MY MOMMY PWEASE?” Pip said, pouting and about to start fake crying again. But the stranger didnt seem to hear him. Instead, they started to walk back to their office.

“WH- UM, EXCUSE ME?? HELLO??? DID YOU EVEN HEAR ME???? IM A WIDDLE LAMIA AND I NEED HELP!!! ARE YOU DEAF?? HEWWO!!!” Pip yelled, the baby act completely dropped as he was ignored. He was extremely angry so he raised his voice, damaging his throat a little but continuing regardless. “I AM PIP, THE GREATEST AND MOST IMPORTANT PYGMY IN THE WORLD!! HOW CAN YOU NOT HEAR-“

And then another person immediately walked by and “unintentionally” kicked Pip on the rib, breaking it and sending him flying all the way across the lobby, making him hit his head against the marble floor. Pip laid there against the wall, in too much pain and complete shock, trying to process what had happened. Never in his life had Pip gotten harmed before, his previous owner was always so careful and caring, making sure he was always safe and protected. He had never known pain until that moment.

Little blue tears fell from Pip’s eyes, the difference this time was that they were genuine and not fake. He wanted to go back to his first home, where his owner gave him a whole human king-sized bed just for him. Where Pip could cheerfully slither across the long table full of all kinds of delicious food and pick what he wanted whenever he wanted. Where Pip had an entire miniature theme park just for him to play in. He regretted being so ungrateful, he regretted pissing and pooping everywhere to get his previous owner’s attention, he regretted rippin apart his previous owner’s nice chairs and couches whenever he threw a tantrum, he regretted interrupting others and yelling and manipulating his previous owner to get his way, he regretted insulting his previous owner multiple times and calling them horrible things.

Pip started crying, sobbing even. He regretted everything he did and how much of an unbearable brat he had been. He wanted his comfortable life back. He wanted to feel pampered and like the center of everything again. He tried screaming, calling out to Mommy again, he desperately needed her to hold him or at least pat his back or something. But nothing happened. So despite the pain of his now cracked skull and broken rib, Pip pushed himself up and tried slithering around again. Calling out to Mommy and crying non stop, not caring about the ammount of snot that now dripped from his nose cavity.

As he slithered around, Pip didn’t watch where he was going and another person walked by and harmed him. This time, they stepped on his tail, causing the internal tail bone to shatter and the ecto-flesh to rip open, beginning to bleed. Pip let out a loud, ear piercing scream, hugging his tail in pain as he curled up into a fetal position. Then another person walked by and kicked Pip once again, the force of the kick itself caused another couple of ribs to break. Pip could not stop screaming, the pain was too unbearable for him.

Even with his damaged tail, Pip tried dragging his body across the floor, trying to escape the crowd. But another pair of seemingly giant feet crushed his little arms. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”. He screeched, but the person responsible for it kept walking as if nothing had happened. He tried using his body and his tail to push himself forward but another couple of people walked by, kicking him around between them as if he was a pingpong ball. Every time he tried getting out of the crowd, people would suddenly walk by and either step on him or kick him back to the center of it all. Tears fell from his eyes as he recieved another kick, then another, and so on.

He cried, he screamed, he yelled as loud as he could. Maybe if he was loud enough, people would realize he was there and maybe even help him. But no, nobody cared and they continued on with their day. Now, compared to the treatment he was used to, Pip felt insignificant. He was no longer “The Great and Amazing Pip, The Specialest Pygmy Of The Entire World!”, he was just a worthless little thing, lost in an office building, getting kicked around as if he was nothing but trash.

Finally, Pip caught a glimpse of Mommy in the distance, she was talking with another woman as she held a cup of coffee and a clipboard. Tears of joy formed on Pip’s eyes. Maybe this nightmare would finally be over! Maybe if he screamed loud enough, Mommy would recognize his voice and immediately go to his rescue!

With anticipation and hope in his eyes, Pip took a huge chunk of air and prepared to let out the yell of his life. But life had other plans as a woman walked in. She was wearing tall heels, clicking and clacking against the floor. Without a care in the world, she walked by and interrupted Pip mid-yell as she stepped on his spine. Pip felt the sharpest and strongest pain of his life coursing through his entire body. He wanted to screech in pain but he couldn’t, he couldn’t talk, he couldn’t scream, he couldn’t move the lower half of his body…

Tears fell from his eyes, panic surged through his body as he saw Mommy about to ride the elevator. He used his broken arms and tried dragging himself in her direction with all the strength he had left despite the immense, agonizing pain he felt.

“MoMmy- Mo- ahk! moMmy! hElp mE! It hUrtS.. HURTS! HELP! MO-“ but Pip couldn’t even finish his sentence as a floor scrubber passed by. Polishing and sweeping the floor and picking up Pip along the way. The little pygmy was trapped alongside the dust and trash. Pip could feel everything despite being unable to move. He felt his tiny little body being ripped apart and crushed piece by piece. His arms were first, then his tail, then finally his torso and head detached and nothing but dusty, bloody remains mixed with garbage and dirt were left.

When Mommy returned home that afternoon, she didn’t seem surprised that Pip was nowhere to be found. Instead of panicking or worrying, Mommy just shrugged and started to put away the groceries. Maybe Pip had slipped out and died as he fell from the window, or a stray cat got inside and ripped him apart. Whatever had happened to Pip, Mommy didn’t really care, she had better things to do and she had already been considering returning Pip back to the adoption center anyways.

And so, with another bitty gone, life on the big city continued, for nobody would care about an insignificant and worthless little bitty.

The End.

[fandomlover84]

Bittybones In Twisted Wonderland; Bittybones

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Y/n’s Bittys

Y/n: Kya {Pure Bite}, Solar {Lumen}, Lunar {Nocturne}, Blaze {Fire Papa}, Flare {Bloodymoon}, Prince {Fire Royal}, Macaroon {Macaron}, Casper {Ghost}, Royal {Kingding}, FireFrost {Alpha Baby Grillby}, Icy {Omega Gaster Babybones}, Shard {Alpha Gaster Babybones}, Tundra {Beta Gaster Babybones}, FireFlame {Beta Baby Grillby}, Icicles {Alpha Papy babybones}, Frostbite {Alpha Sans Babybones}, Snowfall {Omega Papy baby bones}, Fireflurry {Omega Grillby babybones}, Blizzard {Beta Sans babybones}, Arctic {Beta Papy Babybones}, Glacier {Omega Sans babybones} (19)

Lux: Switch {Swap}, Soldier {Mutt}, Lumière {Dream/Paladin}, Green {Blind/B}, Captain {BlackBerry}, Melrakki {Snowberry} (6)

Haruki: Curly {Sea foam}, Spookheart {Spoopster}, Fintan {Yanby}, Bunbun {Punny}, Tea {Teacup}, Barzellette {Corny}, Blend (7)

Nymphe: Void Goop {Goopster}, Aiden {FireRing}, Windy {Suave}, Knuckles {Brassberry}, Axel {Dadster}, (5)

Aria: Rose petal {Bud the Rose} Comet {Stars}, Fedora {Yanberry Swapdere}, Rhythm {Maestro}, Anwar {Mamba}, Graphite {Error/Gaffes} (6)

Belladonna: Stormy {Savvy}, Naia {Dolphin}, Sea {Papy}, turtle {San}, Anti {Krait}, Azure {Baby Blue}, Bean, (7)

Aaron: Lucifer {Boss}, Diablo {Edgy}, Satan {Fell}, Amon {Coral Lamia}, Jaune {Dream/Marvels}, Jokester {Honey Bo}, Electro {Wingdings}, Hounddoom {Heckberry} Leo {Papython}, Stampy {ink/Stamps} (10)

Indivar: Hunter {Horror}, Honey {Little Bro}, Fusion {Yancap}, Catena {Chain}, Feather {Pygmy}, Majesty {King}, SugarTrap {Teeth}, Smooth, (8)

Hades: Kit {Kitcat}, Pup {Pupy}, Sleepy {Softbones}, Black {Nightmare/Dreads}, Sombre {Nightmare}, Nurse {Poppy}, Cherry Red {Runt/Cherry}, Reef {Coral}, Dee Dee {Daze The Flower}, Tiger {Babybones kitty Alpha} Lion {Babybones kittys Beta}, linx {Babybones kitty Omega}, Mort {Baby Pup Alpha}, Flash {Baby Pup Beta}, Vie {Baby Pup Omega} (15)

(Page will get edited as time goes on or When I wanted to add another Bitty)

[Note] I do not know the over all Idea of Bittys bone that be Mama Cry, I only own my Ocs Part of the plot as it mostly following The Twisted Wonderland plot but with my own plot ideas added in to make this Story my own. Not copy and Pasta Or Get someone say in the Comments “YoU’Re CoPyInG _____ WoRk” And the Drawing that have the L🖤S or With the Fandomlover And the Otter on it or the Symbol I made for my storys. Which is at the top of the Chapter on Quotev. The Alphatale Bittybones Belongs to AlphaMamaLioness on Tumblr and A lot of the Other Bittys are From Tumblr I can’t find all of them or They belong to fandom, I will try and Put all the Creators of said bitties when I have a Chance I will put in on this Chapter. P.S I forgot my password word for My tumblr but I found it and Now going to Publish my Story on here with the chapters I have done. with that out of the way. Creepypastalover84 Signing Out. ☮️

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More Pygmy commisioned by @goldgunghost

[insomnigear]

The Chain charm and stickers have arrived!! Thank you so much @redkammy​ for these cuties 💛 This lazy flop noodle will ride with me everywhere attached to my phone case :D 

Also thanks to @vex-bittys​ for coming up with the adorable and cool skeleton lamia bitties 💛

[theriverpersonshadow]

My motivation has been super low lately, but for those few of you who are here for lamia drama/caring coils, here’s some cute canon:

Sometimes pygmies get too zoomy to pick up, wanting you to chase them or just not wanting to leave, so it’s a common sight for Nikolai or other coworkers to trail a cat toy around them and wait until they’ve caught it before using that to pick them up.

They call this “Pygmy Fishing”

(Pygmy bitties created by @vex-bittys )

[angelbittyabuse]

The pygmy was left trembling. The bars in the freezing floor of its cage was hurting its tail and the wail of other lamias nearby did nothing to comfort its soul. Things had been nothing but downhill since its mate had laid their first clutches. Distorded, rotten bad eggs that the pygmy had been desperate to keep warm and near it as its mate had fallen down laying them. When it'd wake up... It'll really be thankful at the pygmy for having taken care of them! It'd... The pygmy knew there was no hopes for its mate to wake-up again. Their owner, a kind and worried human, had even called a vet that had inspected the seemingly sleeping lamia. Their tried to convince the pygmy about its clutch as well but to no avail. And after a few day, sadly, the mate turned to dust. But there was still something, the tiniest reasons to live: two of what had been though to be bad eggs had started to hatch. The new born lamias weren't strong or full of life; they were weak and full of kinks. But they were alive and looking for a parent. There was then a few days of bittersweet happiness where the pygmy told those oh so small lamias how was the world. Their first preys, their first words... One day after the other, hope was building up and the will to live being regained. But misery can happen as rapid as the blink of an eye and destinies can be torn in a second. There was the loud sound of a gun shot and there was blood everywhere. Those strangers- coming in rush into the house, grabbing the three lamias. "Shit." One of the criminals wiped their hand on their trouser. The dust was all sticky. "I grabbed it too tigh. Is there anything else to steal while we're at it?" Snake skin was already something valuable in this world. But, heck? Lamia skin? That one was growing in popularity. The hardened ecto flesh could be preserved after the dusting if the whole tail was submerged in a chemical solution beforehand. Then, the lamias was force-fed a liquid that will make their tail inflate like a silly balloon animal. Once that was done, the bittys will be skinned alive. The ecto flesh then extended while being put to dry and sold. Jewelry makers, of course but we would also see those skins on luxury fake nails, bittys clothes and accessories, ... Now, alone in its cage, its only surviving snakelet in the next, the pygmy had to watch its pairs ending this way. Soon, it knew, it would be its turn. It would be horribly painful. It would be gruesome and all the instinctive energy the pygmy was putting to talk their murderers to mercy wasn't going to do anything. Mercy didn't work. Mercy was something that did not exist in this world.

[crysta-cub]

Crysta’s Lamia Experience: Two comedian lamias fall in love

A visit to @vex-bittys‘ s Lamia and Felid Bitty Center has an unexpected event.   Prev AO3 (Later) 

"Hey Vex, I brought some visitors!" I wave towards the shopkeeper. Abbott (Corny) and Costello (Coral) riding together on my shoulder with little baby Marx (Pygmy) peeping and beeping in excitement, poking his head out from my hair, waggling his 'eyebrows' at Vex, an expression Costello taught him. They both appeared tired, trying to keep up with their energetic hatchling day in and out, Abbott almost seeming to be asleep with his head on Costello’s shoulder, as they both took turns using blue magic to make sure Marx didn't fall off of my head.

Hero is behind me with Munchkin hanging off his back, tail twitching as he looks around the shop for his friend. "These two wanted to check in on any others that were rescued from the collector to see how they were fairing and recovering after their rescue. I..."

I stopped mid-step as I felt a tug from the collar of my shirt. As best as I could, I glance back and see both Costello and Abbott are leaning over, Costello's mouth hanging wide open while Abbott has his arm wrapped around Costello to make sure he didn't fall off while his other hand held onto my shirt collar. I follow their gaze towards the Krait pool where a FireRing and a Krait seem to be enjoying a conversation together. I glance between the two pairs with curious interest before looking at Vex as Hero gives me a knowing look.

Their weight disappeared from my shoulder as they short-cut down to the ground to watch the two from a distance with awe struck expressions. Abbott leans over to Costello and whispers something to him. Costello nods and pretends to nervously adjust an invisible tie, never keeping his eye-lights off the pair by the pool. Abbott, blushed and smiled with a nod, a bit of a longing gleam in his eye-light as he joined Costello in watching the two Lamias interact.

I ease Marx out of my hair, tickling him under his chin as I approach Vex, the little Pygmy peeping excitedly at her, and whisper, “Are you seeing the same thing I’m seeing?”

(Well, I wanted to send this as an ask, but at last, it was too long… so a post it shall be. So Yes, Costello and Abbott are quite smitten by the FireRing and Krait. Love at first sight. They are already used to being in a poly relationship with their past Pygmy lover. Vex, please take your time replying, I don’t mind waiting if you need it. Been meaning to send this in for a while, figured it was time. Thank You!)

[vex-bittys]

Is it weird that I imagining the pygmies jumping as they wrap their tails like springs and bounce all over the place? XD

> In response to this ask

*Now that you have said this (and a few Pygmies have slowed their zooming enough to read it), Pygmies will be coiling themselves like springs and bouncing around the shop. Many of them also enjoy shouting “boing!” while they do this.

*It’s like the lamia of version of Tigger from Winnie the Pooh, but the most wonderful thing about Pygmies is that there isn’t only one! 

*Please send help, Pygmies are bouncing and flying all over the place!

[itty-bitty-mess]

Hi Uhm over never asked before sorry if your request aren’t open I was wondering if you could do a laima or Pygmy bitty bones torture fic where the bitty has eggs and the owner smashes them or something sad sorry this is my first time asking it’s okay if you don’t wanna do this

Hii!! Hello, sorry for taking so long I tend to abandon this blog a lot as I usually only post when I have content ideas haha! Also yeah I’m open to suggestions and requests!! Thanks for the request, I may have gone a bit overboard and it ended up extremely long, though.

Also I apologize for any bad English. Enjoy!

TW: BITTYBONES / LAMIA AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

Your little Pygmy “Blue” had been acting a little strange lately and you couldn’t figure out why. He had started to eat more than usual as he screeched constantly for more food and demanded double dessert, he started to pile things up in his little cage and also managed to steal a couple of your own items to add to said piles. He had also gotten a bit more snappy and aggressive with your other lamias, especially with your poor little Papython “Papy” who was only politely asking him if everything was okay.

This wasn’t like Blue’s normal behavior as he was usually sweet and friendly, albeit a little egocentric and self-centered. It wasn’t until you noticed the little and very faint hearts in his belly that your realized what was going on: he was pregnant…

Who was the father? You didn’t know and honestly with the initial panic of lamia pregnancy you didn’t really have much energy to think about that. None of your lamias seemed to be romantically interested in one another, specially not in Blue. It was probably a random lamia at the Bitty Daycare that had played with Blue a little too much and now you were the one facing the consequences of it all. You made a mental note to stop leaving your lamias there, just to make sure.

Honestly, you weren’t sure about all of this. You barely managed to support yourself and your lamias as it was, if a whole brood of baby lamias was on the way the only thing you could be able to do is sell them or give them away. That, and also the fact that they would most likely be all pygmys and, to be completely honest, you could barely stand Blue’s loud personality as it was, an entire brood of them sounded like an absolute nightmare that would probably make you snap. However, the only thing you could do at the moment was try to stand Blue’s weird personality until he laid his eggs. The quicker the eggs were laid, the quicker they would be gone and the quicker things would go back to normal.

But as time passed, things just kept escalating. Blue started to steal from the other lamias’ food, he started hoarding toys and clothes, his cage now looked like a pigpen, etc. He even started stealing important work papers and even your own clothes for his “nest”. You were starting to lose you patience but you had to keep cool, a lamia needs a relaxed environment to be able to lay its eggs, so all you could do was suck it up.

Things just got worse from there, Blue kept wanting all the attention for himself, his cries and demands for food became loud and irritating screeches, he started leaving his waste in the other lamias’ cages and he started to rip up your favorite clothes, “for your scent!” he said once as you confronted him. He just became brattier and brattier every day, but it would all be worth it as he seemed extremely close to laying his eggs at any moment.

It wasn’t until you came back one day after work to find your beloved Papy hurt in the ground, cut off tail bleeding dust while Blue screeched and hissed at him to “stay away from his eggs”, that you realized this had gone too far. You grabbed Papy and took him to the Lamia Clinic hoping he would be okay.

Sadly, it wasn’t the case, you didn’t even make it halfway to the clinic when Papy muttered his last words to you: “I’m sorry human, please take care of my Blue and our little ones for me, okay?…” he said with a sweet smile, tears streaming down his face and then his whole body crumbled to dust. Your whole world stopped and you felt like you couldn’t breathe as you cradled the pile of dust in your hands and painful tears slipped from your eyes. Papy had been the first lamia you had adopted when you were in a bad place in life, he was the small ray of light during the storm and now… he was gone….

When you got home, the house felt empty. Sure, Blue and the other lamias were still around but it wasn’t the same without Papy. Your grieving was quickly interrupted by your Honey Bo who was tugging at your sleeve and then informed you that Blue seemed close to laying his eggs.

“Blue…” you muttered with venom in your mouth. The little bastard was the reason Papy was gone. You had given Blue so much and he had been so grateful and caring to you and the other lamias but this pregnancy had turned him into something else, into a disgusting murderer and you had only one thing in mind as you approached Blue’s cage: you would make him pay for everything.

As you approached the cage you could see the little pygmy acting frantically, as if he didn’t know how giving birth worked or what he was supposed to do. He seemed scared and anxious, at any other moment in life that would’ve tugged at your heart and you would’ve tried to soothe him as best as you could, but now? Oh, you had so much planned for this bastard.

You fakely cooed and hushed at him as you tried to gently carry him from his cage to a cardboard box you had prepared for the occasion. You laid poor anxious Blue on the blanketed floor of the box and rubbed his belly gently. He seemed to calm down and he looked at you with genuine trust in his heart. You could see the first egg was on its way and, as it was making its way out, you started applying light pressure on the pygmy’s belly.

At first, Blue didn’t seem to mind and thought you were helping him. But then you continued to apply more and more pressure which was starting to distress the lamia, but he kept quiet trying to concentrate. After a long two hours of doing the same thing, the batch of eggs came out finally.

Blue seemed relieved and quickly made his way to his eggs, cuddling them and looking proud of himself. You fakely smiled at him, trying to hide the burning rage and hatred within you. You grabbed Blue him back by the tail. As he hissed at you, you shut him up with a loud yell. He was immediately taken aback but stood still as you pressed on his tail to keep him from moving.

You got close to the annoying little pygmy and whispered in his ear the question “where is the father, Blue?” and Blue froze in place. Its like the thing hadn’t even worried about whether Papy was okay or not, like he hadn’t thought of the fact that HE had fatally hurt his eggs’ father. He froze in place and didn’t say anything. And then he reached his arms out to you asking for his eggs with an annoying little “mweh?”, as if he was a toddler saying “up, up” and not a grown adult lamia that had killed his own mate.

You snapped. You dragged the thing even further behind and then brought out some tape form a nearby shelf. You taped his body to the cardboard floor and left him completely immobile. He was in an ironic reaching distance of his eggs but couldn’t move. Then you started the fun. You grabbed one egg and dangled it over his head as he screeched in fear, he didn’t want you accidentally dropping it.

Unfortunate for him that was exactly the plan. You dropped the egg to the floor and the little skeleton silhouette inside of it immediately disappeared as it cracked and the whole thing turned to dust. Then you yelled at him “PAPY IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT”.

He froze, tears streamed down his face at everything that was happening: his owner has yelling and cursing at him, his “mate” was dead because of him, and his egg- HIS EGG??? HIS EGG HAD BEEN CRUSHED??. He screamed and cried, trying to free one of his arms as if that would do anything to fix the broken egg.

You smiled sadistically and grabbed another egg, this time however you grabbed the tied up pygmy as well and brought both to the kitchen. You laid him down as he was taped to the piece of cardboard and could only watch as you laid the egg inside the blender. He panicked again, he screamed and cried begging for mercy and forgiveness with that stupid, squeaky voice of his. You turned the blender on and the little heart inside the egg shattered as the egg turned to dust.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! PLEASE STOP IM SORRY IM SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN IT IM SORRY DON’T HURT MY BABIES PLEASE IM SORRY” he screeched and begged as you grabbed the egg dust and shoved it down his throat. You forced him to swallow, threatening that another egg would be broken if he didn’t and he did, thinking it was finally over. But it wasn’t.

You took another egg and pushed it close to Blue, he rubbed his cheek over it protectively trying to cover it with his scent. Except then you dropped your fist over it and just like that another one of Blue’s babies was gone. He screamed again. You grabbed another egg and dropped it in the pot of boiling water you had already prepared for all of this.

He screamed and frantically tried to free himself, thinking maybe he could save this one. The little skeleton silhouette inside of the translucent egg looked almost identical to Blue, the little baby looked like it started to cry as if he was asking Blue why he had done this. The baby’s heart shattered and the baby itself started to melt inside his egg in an extremely painful and gruesome manner as almost inaudible cries could be heard from within the egg.

Blue let out a blood curdling scream as he watched his eggs get murdered. But you didn’t care, you hated the stupid thing and anything associated to it, you wanted it all gone. You kept on grabbing more and more eggs as you smashed and broke them in different creative ways. You threw them against the wall, you force-fed them to Blue, crushed them in your hand and occasionally let Blue get close to his eggs, only to rip the away from him and crushing them in your hands.

Blue couldn’t take it, he begged and screamed and tried to do anything he could to save his babies but failed pathetically each time. Once you were done with the fun no more eggs were left and you smiled sadistically, satisfied with your work. Only one last thing was left: Blue.

The pygmy was destroyed emotionally beyond recognition, he started shaking once again as you approached him and grabbed him with such brute force that it was a miracle you only broke a couple of ribs. You finally removed his from the cardboard but kept him tied up in tape, couldn’t risk him attacking you when you were having so much fun. You tossed him back into his cage, which was now empty of all the “nests” he had made and the luxuries you had given him. You stripped him from his fancy clothes and took his favorite bandana and ripped it to pieces as he cried for you to stop.

You then closed the door to his cage, grabbed the whole thing and started shaking it like your life depended on it. Louds squeaks, screams, cries and begs were heard but they fell on deaf ears. You were pretty sure the pygmy’s tail, and the rest of his ribs were now broken as you heard the crunching of bones each time he hit a wall of the cage. Good.

This was it; you were almost done with this stupid, worthless thing once and for all. You dropped the cage to the floor as you heard a loud thud where Blue had a really painful landing. Then you pulled out your most recent purchase: “Lamia-B-Gone Spray” an extremely effective poison spray for lamias you had gotten in case a stray lamia made its way into your home.

You opened the cage door just a little and pressed your finger hard over the spray cap and let the poison cover every inch of Blue’s enclosure. Loud coughing echoed around the room with loud cries for mercy mixed in as well.

“This is what you fucking deserve, you worthless piece of shit” You said in a loud voice, making sure Blue knew how much you hated him now and how much you wanted him gone once and for all. You kept spraying non stop until the bottle was empty and until Blue’s cries faded out. You pressed your ear against the cage, making sure Blue wasn’t breathing anymore. You opened the cage and you saw Blue’s dying body on the left corner, his tail and left arm quickly turning into dust.

With the little force he had left he begged for mercy once again and cried for you to help him. You smiled and tilted the cage down so he would fall directly on the hard concrete floor. He looked at you with pleading eyes as his body was shutting down and his right arm turned to dust as well. You spat on his face and, without giving him the privilege of a final word, you stomped on him with full force. You stomped on him at least 12 times just to make sure he was dead, and he was. In fact the only thing left of him was his dusty remains.

You quickly broomed the dust, threw it in the trash where it belonged and finally sat down on your couch with a satisfied and fulfilled smile on your face. Sure, this was far form what Papy had wanted, but it had been the right thing to do and now you were at peace with your remaining lamias who would behave unless they wanted the same fate as Blue.

[wildshadowtamer]

I’ll get around to posting my art on my actual art blog i promise

Even though their all grown up, they still love hearing their dad read them bedtime stories. this is one of King’s favourite books, one i read him when i first got him: Peekaboo With Fluffy Bunny.

I always forget Prince is the same age as his sister- and matured first- cuz hes so smol compared to his massive family (1ft tall compared to his 6′5ft dad)

(king may get another post soon about some New Members joining, wink nudge)

King bitty by @vex-bittys, Prince and Princess by me

[ash-and-burn]

Pygmy and Mamba bitties  © vex-bittys

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[theriverpersonshadow]

AAAAAAAA LOOK AT THE CUTIE!!! CX he’s so precious and just the right amount of sass with those hands on his hips CX That tail pattern is GORGEOUS and I love the sprinkling of scales!!! Thank you!!!!

@theriverpersonshadow I ended up drawing what I think Piper looks like...

He's so adorable I might just faint.

[theriverpersonshadow]

Lamia Drama (Part 2)

See previous post for warnings and general info.

Credit for the lamia species (or at least the specific species, not lamia in general) goes to @vex-bittys

Keith decides to give this new girl a chance and introduces another lamia! DnD shall come whether Hux likes it or not. Coral boy is jealous.

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           Keith and Hux had just been talking DnD with each other when a girl with short, wavy blonde hair walked into the back. Keith’s flickering tongue caught the taste of sweat, dirt, and a variety of plants. Real plants, not like the fake trees, though he could identify some of the smells as the foliage they could keep here. His soul leaped in his chest, he could feel it immediately, they were meant to be.

           … According to who? Or what? Some bred in biological imperitive? It was just there to make him easier to adopt, right? But it felt real…

           No.

           He wasn’t going to leave Hux and the others behind. The woman didn’t seem to have even noticed anyways, so maybe he was just imagining it. Heck, he probably was. Then again, if anything was going to seduce him – something he felt was pretty impossible, he’d just never been interested – it’d probably be someone bringing their own books and homemade fucking cookies. Yes please. They smelled like chocolate and peanut butter – questionably healthy at best, but he’d take it!

           … He should probably answer the question, huh?

           “Yeah, nice to meet ya. Name’s Keith, I’m the DM,” Keith said, slithering down to her level.

           “So, you think you have what it takes to play with the big boys?” Hux said. “Heh. How’d you even find out about that?”

           “There was a sign,” the woman said. “My friends are busy with college stuff right now – I’m on break, doing work in a greenhouse and all – but my evenings are totally free. Kinda have to leave early though, have to be up before the sun. I love the job, but that part sucks.”

           Keith chuckled, “I feel you there.” He’d stay snuggled in a nesting mound half the day if you let him. What? Blankets are soft, and it’s not like he had to leave to read things. Beds and blankets make reading better if anything. Prime coziness.

           “I think you should look somewhere else,” Hux said. “We go until, like, two in the morning sometimes.”

           Before Keith could stop himself, he found himself saying, “Eh, we can end early for a little while. Or hey, maybe have a side campaign with you or something.”

           “What?!” Hux said, standing high as he could on his tail with his arms thrown out. “Dude! We’re halfway through Pipsqueak’s character arc or whatever! Can’t just push him aside…”

Pipsqueak was Trousle’s (a bitty Papython) mousefolk bard; he’d been looking for pieces of the Worldsong, a song that, once played, was supposed to give the musician power over all things. Pipsqueak had managed to get half of it and was facing down with Caterwaul, the Tabaxi bard, who had the other half. It was looking like Pipsqueak was questioning whether the song should be played by any. However it played out was going to be awesome, though it might or might not be the end of the campaign depending on how Trousle played it.

           Since when did Hux care so much about that though? He wasn’t exactly a roleplayer type…

           “I mean, if you guys are full or in the middle of something, I can just… not?” the woman said.

           “Nah, don’t mind Hux. It’s alright, uh… What’s your name?”

           “Oh! My bad. Call me Alex. You said it’s, uh… Key?”

           “Keith,” Hux said, unimpressed.

           “I am the actual worst at names,” Alex said, sighing.

           “Eh, it happens. But I bet we can work something out.”

           “We don’t need to work things out,” Hux grumbled, curling into a ball on the floor and sulking, hiding his skeleton half under a ball of black and red scales.

           Keith rolled his eyes. Hux never liked change and didn’t seem too fond of people. He was tolerant of the people running the place, but no one else. That said, it was no excuse to be a dick. “Hux, be nice. Sorry about him, he’ll warm up to ya. Why don’t I take you to meet the others? We can work something out. Not like we’re going anywhere…” And that was fine by him. Home was here with his own batch of misfits. “Get Liam, will ya Hux?”

           “Ugh, why do I have to?”

           “ ‘Cause you can never find Trousle.”

           “Why don’t I go looking for Oozy?”

           “I’ll bet you a week’s snacks that Oozy’s in his hammock.”

           Hux huffed and crossed his arms with an adorable blush on his face, flustered. He was, apparently, not willing to take that bet. As much as Keith liked to stay curled up all cozy, he had nothing on Oozy. It wouldn’t be the first time they had to carry him in the hammock to DnD night. Hecking cornies.

           “Thought so,” Keith said, chuckling. “I’ll go get Nikolai. Hope you don’t mind kiddos, Lex.”

           “Is Nikolai a kid?”

           “Nope,” Keith said. “Follow me.” He slithered past the jungle of fake plants, real plants, and various toys and hiding holes that made up the dim room he liked to call the “Chilling Room.” It was a little cool in here, but mostly he called it that ‘cause this area tended to be more quiet, lacking the toys and people-chairs that littered the rest of the back. Sometimes you just need a place to be a Snake and stalk your friends for a little while, or somewhere to just hide in a hole and listen to the same song until it was playing through your dreams in utter bliss. That second one seemed unique to him.

           “… I’m not gonna remember any of these names,” Alex whispered to herself. She stopped to pull some dead foliage from some of the plants, fingers working fast with practice. For a moment she paused then put a leaf in her mouth. “Stevia leaves the weirdest after taste. Not bad though. Also, why do you have stevia?”

           “Is that what that is? I think the Honeybos like to chew on it.”

           “Is that why they’re Honeybos? ‘Cause they’re full of sweet?”

           “I mean, maybe! Never bitten into one.”

           “Not even licked one?” Pause. “That’s a weird thing to ask, huh?”

           “I mean, I smell with that y’know. But some of them do smell kinda sweet.” He had the oddest urge to nibble a snake now. Logically he knew they were not just little slithering sweets, but a little voice in the back of his head whispered but what if they do taste like honey buns?

           Keith really hoped that voice wasn’t Alex’s. That’s just a weird thing to think. Even weirder if you aren’t a snake. “Do you stick a lot of random stuff in your mouth?”

           Alex kinda went quiet, staring at the floor, and Keith tried to stifle a laugh, stopping in his tracks to look at her behind him. “Oh my god. You have, haven’t you? What’s the weirdest thing?”

           “Probably either crickets, an agar plate – one of those things they grow bacteria on – or my salt lamp.”

           “Can confirm, those are salty.”

           “You too?”

           “Nope. But Trousle dared Liam to once and he swallowed the whole thing. We had to pull it out by the chord.”

           “That… That’s both amazing and dangerous.”

           Keith nodded, “Yep. Never dare a Mamba to do something unless you want to face the consequences.” Looking around, he brought out his phone and showed some pictures of Liam – a full sized Mamba – with light streaming from his mouth and tail as Hux and Nikolai (a King) tried desperately to pull the lamp out. Trousle was on the table, shouting encouragement but too small to actually help. “That’s why we’re not allowed to have salt lamps anymore.”

           Alex was snorting as she laughed, hand over her mouth and eyes crinkled behind glasses. “Oh my goodness. Reminds me of when I caught a baby rabbit and found out they can scream. I almost dropped it.”

           “Oh no!”

           “It tried to escape! But I caught it midair. And then it just stared at me, judging. Relatedly, gardening gloves have multiple uses. One of them is bunny catching. They have claws and will kick the shit out of you.”

           He’s tempted to mention that’s why he just eats them, but gets the feeling that won’t go over well. Since when does he care? He’s a snake, she should know this. It’s natural.

           “You like cute? C’mon,” Keith said. It was a short slither to the very back room. Alex stopped, staring at the “Staff Only” sign, but Keith gently tugged her through, “It’s fine.” The door opened up to a humid room with multiple little lamps scattered over eggs and newborns. The nursery. They were greeted with a variety of hisses and chirps from little baby snakes and a much louder hiss from Nikolai. The King’s hood flared upon seeing the stranger and he stood as tall as he could, clutching three squirming baby Pygmy (full sized, but still so small) to his chest protectively.

           Alex froze up, face going blank as she stared at the sight of King’s hood and fangs, venom dripping from them. Maybe Keith should’ve warned Nikolai first, but better late than never?

           “Alex, this is Nikolai. The most broody bastard you’ll ever meet. Nikolai, Alex. She wants to play DnD. And probably to also hold some kiddos, but who am I to judge?”

           Nikolai narrowed his eyes, somehow keeping hold of the Pygmy as all three attempted to go in different directions, unfazed by one of them trying to put his hands in Nikolai’s eyesockets. “Keith. We need to talk.”

[shadows-bittybones]

Staff Post

Hello all, welcome! This is the info page for all the staff of the shop, alongside what we offer! [We also sell things (link to What We Sell page)]. 

First, let’s look at our non-bitty staff, we have a lot of members, so buckle in! (pictures are corrospondant to the name below it)

Everything below the cut bc this is long, woops:

(picrew by @denimdragonite) Geno is the owner of the dome shop, and owns the bitty staff working here. He's also the original that the other staff members are clones of! He manages the in and outpour of bitties, keeps things organized, and generally runs the place.

(picrew by @alohasushicore) Apollo is the receptionist, the first person you see when you walk in! He’s also the help desk, so if you need help, go to him!

(picrew no longer exists, formerly called bootleg kiddo creator) Damnen is the shopkeeper, he sells all the helpful items we offer. He doesn't bite, we swear.

Keith cares for the one-time adopt bitties, he takes pride in his work and is always happy when one of his bitties gets their forever home, even if he misses them later

[no picture yet for Kath]

Kath cares for the Big Lamias, and does a very good job at it too. She personally raised Rocky and Pie up from hatchlings, and she's very proud of them. Technically Keith's twin

Hands is an assistant, their the reason items sometimes float around, hes just organizing them! Acts as a cryptid at night

Professor S, or simply Professor, is the main healer of the shop, once a mad scientist, he now uses his skills for good, specifically healing both bitties and- when necessary- people

(picrew by @harveytxt) Aura is Professor’s assistant healer, he’s a bit more blunt than the professor is, but he’s very nice under that bored exterior. He’s particularly good at healing baby- or simply very tiny- bitties, so he cares primarily for the sansbugs.

(image made with hero forge) Cameron is our on-call rescue team leader, the one who brings in bitties that were wild, abused, or abandoned. His main non-shop job is dragon breeding, and uses some of them to help track down the bitties. He also occasionally lets us hire his dragons for a bit of extra security, don’t worry though, their all sweethearts when they know your safe

Agent SA is a group leader of the rescue team, and often works with King to ensure shop security. Once a secret agent assigned to Professor S, he came to work with us once his nemesis went good, and found his calling in bitty rescues. Though he comes across as perhaps a bit cold, he can’t resist spending his weekends cuddling the baby bitties

Persona has two roles in the shop, the night cleaner, and a rescue team group leader. They don’t tend to be in public view too often, and would like to keep it that way

(picrew by @masyome) Cater is our youngest worker, he’s the bitty trainer, meaning he teaches the bitties so their fit for adoption. He’s not one for interacting with people, so you likely won’t see him most of the time

Our Bitty Staff:

(art from @vex-bittys, art by @redkammy) King, a King adopted from @vex-bittys, is the head security guard of our shop. But dont worry, hes very nice, just dont break the rules!

(art from @vex-bittys, art by @redkammy) Honey, a Honey Bo adopted from @vex-bittys, is the healing assistant and stock keeper, meaning he keeps track of everything sold in Damnen's shop.

[No Image] Pie, an Anahorror raised here in the shop, is the baby bitty caretaker, she raises those too young to adopt out

(art from @vex-bittys, art by @redkammy) Nyoom, a Pygmy adopted from @vex-bittys, is Pie’s assistant, and helps entertain the babybitties. If you visit the nursery, watch out for him, he’s always nyooming around the floor!

[No Image] Rocky, a Pyfell raised here in the shop, is a member of security, and works under King and Agent. 

[degeneratekitten]

Breeding Woes (edited)

EDIT: I just wanted to make sure I gave credit to bitesized-degeneracy for posting this originally, I was hesitant to post at first because I’m not a big fan of tumblr, but it didnt take much for me to be convinced to make a blog.

This is a whump story, read the tags and don’t read if you don’t like it.  There is an alternate ending to this that I wanted to post, I only gave this one an ending so I could end it if I didn't have the inspiration to continue. Turns out I did have the inspiration and wrote the other ending.

!!!WARNING!!! READ TAGS BEFORE READING. BITTY TORTURE. DONT LIKE DON’T READ.

“Through a stroke of luck you’ve come into possession of pregnant pygmy bitty. Now all you have to do is put up with his misbehavior until he gives birth.”

“Thank you for taking him in, I just couldn’t handle him anymore.” The guilty face of the middle aged woman gave you pause. You felt slightly bad for her, after all, the snivelling pygmy in your arms, simply would not stop crying out to her.

“Mommy please, I’m sorry, I know I’m a bad bitty but I love you so much!” It cried, its swollen pregnant belly adding an extra layer of tragedy to this. The woman gave the bitty an exasperated, helpless look.

“Don’t cry Bud. This woman right here will take good care of you. She’s agreed to be your new mommy.” She started holding out a finger to wipe away “Bud’s” tears.

The bitty violently shook his head crying out. “No mommy please I’ll be a good bitty I promise!!!” The response was typical, a common phrase that the woman had no doubt heard a million times. Bitties tended to have a very limited amount of phrases that they shot out at times like this, “Bud’s” being the most common.

An exasperated sigh escaped from the woman's lips. She couldn't help but to turn her back away from the bitty her shoulders slumping into defeat. Instead of letting this charade continue on, you placed the  pregnant bitty into a small house.. “Don't worry Bud, I’ll take good care of you.” You assured the bitty, giving it a charming smile as you closed and locked the door, effectively sealing him in.

Turning back to the woman you continued your conversation. “It’s not a problem, I know how expensive pregnant bitties are. Let alone ones who misbehave as much as Bud. But I can guarantee that he’ll be taken care of while here.” You smiled, placing a hand on the poor woman’s shoulder as you led her to the door.

The woman let out a relieved sigh as soon as the lamia bitty was safely locked away. A few hours before the lamia had managed to slither its way into her purse before she left, causing her to come back an extra time. “Really I can’t thank you enough. My son just couldn’t handle him, with his pranks, his escapes, and whenever he would have his heats he would just say and do the worst things to my son.” She shuddered at the mention of the pygmy’s heat before continuing. “I just couldn’t let him be around my son for any longer. Then when he got pregnant.. Really it was just the last straw.” Shaking her head she smiled one last time at you before finishing. “But anyways I need to get to work, his little escape has already made me late. Goodbye.” She waved allowing you to say a quick goodbye before hurrying out the door. Leaving you alone with the cries of a pregnant pygmy.

As soon as the middle aged woman left you closed the door behind you, and glanced back at the bitty house the sounds of cries were coming from. From what the woman had been telling you earlier, this bitty was in serious need of training. Especially for during its heats.

The bitty in question was a stray, found by the woman's son during a storm. He was trapped inside of a plastic Tupperware container slowly filling with water. It had been holding on for dear life before being found. Apparently it had been abandoned, with useless, and slut scratched onto the container. Showing just how much it had angered the previous owner.

However despite having had a previous owner, the bitty in question was also quite disloyal. Quickly latching onto the son as his new “daddy”, while also having quite the proclivity to switch its love between the mother and son.

The most troubling part however was how it projected its sexual attention onto the son, constantly saying wildly inappropriate things to the son before, during, and after its heats. Humping, pleas for sex, and even attempting to wiggle its way towards the sons pants during these times not at all uncommon. During its last heat the mother had been so disgusted with “Bud’s” behavior that she had thrown him out the window during the night. Which had resulted in the bitty’s pregnant status.

Sighing to yourself you approached the bitty house, unlatching the door and giving the lamia a calculating look.

The clothes the bitty wore were stained with various things, mostly makeup that he’d apparently gotten into while inside the woman’s purse. The woman had commented on how expensive her makeup was, and just how much she would have to replace because of him, she also lamented on the loss of her bag, which had previously been white, but was now stained from the inside out with various hues of red and black. She hadn't been happy after reaching work to discover Bud had not only stowed away in her bag, but also tried to make himself “pretty” in an attempt to change mommy’s mind. His so called attempt to make himself pretty involved drawing flowers on his skull and tail in rouge, scribbling eyeliner onto the rims of his eye sockets, and staining his teeth and clothes in lipstick. The clothes in question that he’d ruined were actually rather nice, having previously been a nice white button up shirt with a cute blue bow tie in place of his signature blue handkerchief.

In addition there was also a rather disproportionate puddle of blue tears staining the floor of the bitty house. The floor was made out of smooth stone specifically for this type of situation. Many bitties found their way into your home, always in some state of distress, but you were nothing if not prepared. Reaching in with your gloved hand you gently picked up the pygmy, noting wryly to yourself the strange look it sent your way.

“You’re my new mommy?” It asked, showing its rather disloyal nature once again. You knew that you’d have to fix that little problem, and honestly it was something that would have to be done towards the end of your training.

You were a professional bitty trainer, your methods were “unique,” but also extremely effective. You took full advantage of the manufactured origin of bitties with your training. That didn't mean however that you were happy with just how much work Bud was going to be.

The history of bitties was actually rather unique, they had started out as a manufactured products, ones that had ended up as little more than a fad, and quickly fizzled out. The manufacturers of bitties had very quickly discontinued the product as liabilities of many bitties classified as more of a “protection” variety had been advertised very poorly, resulting in many unsuspecting families adopting dangerous bitties like pure bites, edgies, errors, and even poisonous varieties of lamia’s. There were very few disclaimers, and the company had been under the mistaken assumption that families would understand that the “protection” bitties were simply not meant to be family pets. 

After a disastrous wave of accidents, maulings, and even deaths at the hands of the protection variety bitty, the company found itself drowned in lawsuits. It very quickly was forced to declare bankruptcy before simply imploding from within and going out of business.

The bitties themselves were expected to completely disappear outside of niche communities who had managed to get a hold of the manufacturing process of the bitties, but as is the nature of products created by magic, the bitties surprisingly after about 5 years developed the ability to reproduce.

At first it was more of an asexual reproduction, but soon later generations of bitties developed the ability to reproduce sexually, developing heats, ectoplasmic genitals, and creating larger amounts of offspring than asexual reproduction could yield. Many studies dedicated to this anomaly were launched only to yield the same unsatisfying result. Magic is weird.

Despite the evolution of bitties however they still retained their “manufactured” traits. Their fierce dependency on caretakers had remained, their infantile and limited cognitive abilities, along with their seeming inability to stray from specific personalities that the original bitties were programmed with. Their newly formed ability to reproduce had caused quite the stir, and their numbers climbed to staggering rates, flooding the streets, and overrunning animal shelters. Soon they became one of the most common household pets with many stores from the original fad reopening to sell dedicated bitty products. Their quick evolution sparked a fierce debate as to whether or not they had basic human rights, however their childish nature and dependency remained the biggest obstacle for such rights.

Either way you made your money from breeding and training bitties for more specialized positions, seeing eye bitties were sorely needed, and you very specifically offered special deals for disabled children of struggling families. You yourself previously had a beloved Chain bitty that went with you everywhere. Bitties were some of the easiest to train simply taking advantage of the “programmable” nature of bitties to made the process easiest.

As for your interest in Bud, despite the fact that bitties could reproduce now, it was still rather difficult to find one that could reproduce in captivity. Which was why this new bitty was so interesting to you. It looked as if his clutch would be one of the biggest you’d ever seen, furthermore this was his first.

Grinning down at the pregnant lamia you brought him closer to you. “Yes, I’m your new mommy.” You stated a genuine loving smile gracing your lips, watching as the lamia’s eyes widened in wonder. Quickly the sniveling pygmy erupted into chatter, tears no longer streaming down its face. You listened to his mindless chatter, stunned by how quickly it had gotten over his previous “mommy.” You’d been prepared to spend a long time bonding with him in an attempt to form at least some trust. 

“You’re not upset anymore?” You asked carefully, taking your hand and moving the lamia’s skull in your hand and moving it side to side to examine the flowers on his skull. 

A sad look crossed the baby blues face “I’m still sad, but I know you’ll take care of me. After all, I am the greatest. Mwehehe.” He laughed, looking at you confidently. 

Shaking your head in disbelief at the pygmy’s answer you started walking towards the bathroom, making a decision to get the pregnant lamia cleaned up before continuing. You continued asking the pygmy simple questions, such as what his favorite food was, his favorite music, what he liked to read. Unsurprisingly many of the questions were the standard pygmy responses, the same answers you’d heard from countless pygmies.

His excited chatter didn't stop at all, and you really weren't the talking type so you let him speak, while you cleaned him up. Although your annoyance at the repeated phrase of “Mwehehe” grew as the bath went on.

After the little guys bath you didn't immediately give him clothes, you had to search for clothes that would fit his pregnant frame, the size of this lamia’s clutch was decidedly incredibly huge simply due to the fact that it was even distending his belly and not just limiting itself to his tail. You really couldn't wait for him to give birth to his clutch, after all properly trained lamia bitties were worth quite a pretty penny. Furthermore it was clear that you would have to wait to start the baby blue’s training after he gave birth.

However many problems arose after the first greeting, ones that you’d never had with previous pygmies. 

You thought that you could let him roam for a bit to get used to his new surroundings, but quickly it became apparent “just” how misbehaved this bitty was.

He did not stop talking, not an entirely unusual trait for pygmies, but he always spoke over you, interrupting your sentences when you did decide to speak, and getting upset if you talked for even a little bit longer than normal. You corrected him a lot, scolding him for interrupting you, and giving him time outs when he refused to stop. However none of it seemed to help, and unfortunately corporal punishment was simply off the table as long as he was pregnant.

He peed everywhere, really it was quite astonishing how resolute he was in “not” using the bitty toilet. You tried asking him why he didn't like using the toilet only to be given what the bitty thought was a “cute” laugh.

“Mwehehe. Awww, I didn't mean to mommy it was an accident!” Or “The bathrooms just so far away, carry me mommy!” And even. “But then I would have to stop having fun!”

Despite your best attempts at trying to convince Bud to use the bathroom in the bitty house, it became apparent that he simply enjoyed “marking” a trait typical of stray bitties.After about 5 days you ended up having to discard the bitty house you had for him, and instead moved him to an easily cleanable enclosure you usually kept baby bitties in. Which led to your next problems. 

He threw tantrums. Phrases such as  “MOMMY IS THE WORST!!!” or “I HATE YOU MOMMY!” and even “GIVE IT TO ME!” Were common. 

He would throw himself onto the floor wailing and crying, and when you tried to approach to calm him down he would often bite, scratch, and hit you in his tantrums. He seemed to know just how much you were holding back on punishing him because of his pregnant status and seemed to take pleasure in pushing the boundaries of your tolerance.

Furthermore, he was an escape artist. If you had to leave for even a moment you would typically leave him with plenty of activities that he would enjoy, puzzles, coloring books, mini i-pads, and lots of books. In spite of this he seemed to find escaping to be the best puzzle and short of duct taping a lid over his enclosure would result in him finding a way to escape, usually to try and cause trouble in what he thought was a “cute” or “helpful” way. He would try and do your dishes, usually as an apology for throwing a tantrum, breaking most of them or using dangerous chemicals in cleaning. He would try and cook, usually setting something on fire as a result. He would draw all over books, using markers, and pens on books and ripping out pages to make hats and swords. Usually ones he would proudly give to you saying “Mommy I made this for you.” You found yourself having to hold back your anger in attempting to explain just how bad the things he was doing were, but he was incredibly petulant, refusing to admit mistakes and seeming to get stuck in a loop of typical responses.

He was a horrible prankster, or rather, his pranks were dangerous and destructive. He liked to set “traps” up that would oftentimes lead to nasty falls and deep cuts. He blubbered whenever he saw you get hurt, but would usually follow up with blaming you in childish petulant tones, rather than being sorry for setting up dangerous “pranks.”

There was even one instance in which he left you crying for a solid hour. He had somehow gotten a hold of your previous Chain bitties dust, and dumped it out the window, exclaiming proudly to himself. “Mwehehe! I’ve given him a proper funeral! You can rest easy Sir Clementine!”

Perhaps that instant is when you’d truly gotten fed up with him, as while you were crying into the empty urn he simply couldn't understand your grief and in response tried to be what he thought was “comforting.” 

“Mwe, Mommy don’t be sad! It was bad to keep him in a jar! He had to be free!”

You’d managed to hold your anger and grief at that moment, but your resistance to him couldn't last for long, as after weeks of torment he finally did something that caused you to snap.

“Mommy! Drugs are bad, I got rid of them for you! Mwehehe” He exclaimed, grinning at your stunned look. Proudly leaning over the toilet as he flushed your medication. At least five bottles of medication with birth control packet littering the floor. Four of which bottles contained your medicine for a deadly congenital condition.

Your face paled as you saw the pills going down the drain, dread at how you might not make it through the week and anger at his incredibly thoughtless action. Your mind stalled and the proud grin of the pygmy seared itself into your mind. It was as if all the torment he’d subjected you to in the past 4 weeks came flooding back to you, the forefront of which was your beloved Chain bitties dust. You nearly bashed him into the door, before an icy calm feeling flooded your mind and suddenly a chilling plan flew into your mind.

“Bud… Do you know what you just did?” You asked calmly, staring at the gigantic form of the pregnant bitty. He was undoubtedly ready to give birth any day now.

Bud grinned at you placing a fist proudly on his chest. “I, the great Bud! Have saved you from the evils of drugs! You don’t have to worry I will help you through this terrible time!” He stated, causing your eyebrow to twitch involuntary. Slowly inching forwards you shook your head.

“No Bud, what you did was very bad. Mommy needed those “drugs” you got rid of.” You said quietly, causing Bud to falter, but ultimately double down on his actions, completely sure that he could do no wrong.

“No! They were drugs, and all drugs are bad! That's what daddy used to say! But you don't have to worry momma! I’ll make sure they can’t hurt you anymore!” He exclaimed looking at you with stars in his eyes.

Rubbing your eyes you felt a headache coming on, as you walked forward to pick up the bottles and trash that Bud had dropped to the floor. Luckily it seemed like he was careless and had dropped enough pills that you could last for a few days while you sorted out getting more.

“My doctor gave me these Bud.” You said, watching a look of uncertainty cross Bud’s face. “Drugs given by a doctor aren’t bad. They’re actually very good. They’re medicine.” You explained, picking up the remaining pills on the floor and putting them in their corresponding bottle. “In fact four of these bottles had medicine that keep mommy healthy.”

“Mweh?” Bud said, looking very confused. “But daddy sai-”

“ENOUGH!” You shouted, slamming the bottles onto the bathroom counter with a resounding bang. Bud flinched at this, looking at you with fright.

“I can’t believe how selfish you are!” You bellowed, quickly grabbing Bud by the tail and whipping him in front of your face. He tried to talk over you but you were simply too overbearing.

“I’ve tolerated your behavior up until now! Mostly because of your clutch! BUT THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!” You shouted, shaking Bud violently in your hands, causing him to cry out in pain.

“MOMMY YOU’RE HURTING ME!!!” He shouted, tears starting to form in his eyes, and a putrid stench emanating from him as a blue liquid dribbled down his tail running over your hand and his face on its journey to the floor.

“UGH!” You shouted, thoroughly disgusted that he would piss on you. Quickly flinging him into the toilet and shoving the lid shut. You planted your foot firmly on the toilet as you contorted yourself to wash your hands. Splashing, crying, and weak pushes came from under your foot as you ran the water. You sat glowering at the toilet once you were done.

You had so many calls to make and certainty weren't in the mood to deal with him so you quickly ran out of the bathroom and grabbed a roll of duct tape. Returning to the toilet only to see Bud gasping as he attempted to climb over the toilet seat onto the floor. 

Sneering you grabbed Bud’s skull pushing him right back into the toilet, holding the lid shut as you taped it closed. Preventing him from escaping. You heavily sat down on the seat afterwards, putting your face in your hands and screaming into them, pointedly ignoring the plea’s that came from the toilet.

It took awhile for you to calm down enough to think about what needed to be done. You couldn't let Bud’s, misbehavior continue for any longer. Hell you could barely look at him anymore. You had wanted to wait for a natural birth but it didn't look like that was possible anymore. Taking a deep breath you grabbed your phone, and the nearly empty bottles of medicine, first thing was first, you needed refills. Bud was one thing, but this, this was a matter of life and death for you.

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A few phone calls, and a trip to the doctors brought you home with a week's supply of three of your pills. You would have to sort out the details of the fourth with your insurance company, and most likely would have to visit the pharmacy every day at noon to get your dosage for the day of the fourth in the meantime.

It took quite a while of mental preparation but eventually, you made your way back into the bathroom to finally let Bud out of the toilet. Taking a deep breath, you ripped the duct tape off the toilet, slowly opening the lid, to see and smell a sorry sight. 

Bud looked absolutely despondent, as he sat in the water of the toilet, a deep blue colour swirling all around him, as a few glops of feces floated around him too. He looked up at you with fear, and hope in his eyes, reaching out his hands to be picked up.

“Mommy why did you leave me!” He asked, causing you to roll your eyes, anger and disgust flashing in your eyes.

“Save it!” You stated, pulling out a box of floss from your medicine cabinet and holding a long thread over the toilet. “Hold on to this, we’re going to clean you up.” You sneered, watching Bud all but ignore the string as he struggled to leave the toilet, tears starting to run down his face. “Mommy up!” He demanded, holding his filthy digits out to you, he looked on the verge of a tantrum, one you wouldnt be tolerating.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You asked, glaring at the now confused bitty.

“We’re going to the bathtub right?” He said, looking even more confused, but even more insistently pushing his arms up in a gesture of “up.”

You laughed at him coldly. “HA! You think a bitty as awful as you get to have a nice hot bath? Fat chance!” You stated, wiggling the string to get his attention. “Hold onto the string.” You started again, before closing the lid of the toilet again, and pushing the flush valve.

“MOMMY!” Bud cried out alarmed and frightened by the sudden action. The string suddenly pulled tight against your hand. “MOMMY HELP ME!” You heard again, as he strained against the lid.

“We’re cleaning up a piece of shit” You said coldly, all love and tolerance for this bitty having dissolved the moment he dumped your Chains ashes. “Maybe if we’re lucky it’ll be better once we’re done?”

“NO MOMMY! MO*Gasp* MMY! MO *gasp gurgle* MMY! MOOOO*gasp, gurgle*OOOOMMMY!*gurgle*” Bud cried desperately, frequently getting a mouthful of water as he strained to escape. He did manage to lift the lid and poke his head out desperately during the process, only to have his head shoved back in and you sit on the lid. His cries continued, even after about 5 flushes, before you finally let him out.

He wasn't much cleaner after the process, only shivering, and waterlogged, but a large portion of piss was washed away. He looked at you with a betrayed look. 

“Mommy why?” He asked pitifully as you reached down with a gloved hand to pick him up.

“You know why.” You clipped out, grimacing as he started to snivel and desperately cling to your hand. 

“Mommy please I promise I’ll be good, I prooooomise! Don’t flush meeeeeeeee.” He wailed, causing you to fling him into the sink with a wet thud. He wailed harder, really you were more surprised that he hadn't given birth yet, you were trying so hard after all. It looked like you’d need more stimulus to force his labour.

“You’ve promised me that so many times, I don't believe you.” Really it wasn’t a lie, after every tantrum, mistake, and pissing he would always promise the same thing. You had never really believed him, he would never change on his own, but his pregnant state had prevented you from stressing him too much. Now it just didn't matter, the clutch was coming today whether he was ready or not, and after that, well if you just trained him instead of dusting him he would be incredibly lucky.

Bud looked shocked at your response, as if he’d never considered that you wouldn't forgive him. He didn't have a lot of responses though so he continued to snivel, sprinkling in pretty words to try and sway you.

“But I love you mommy! And I know you love me too! Please mommy forgive me!” He blubbered, not seeming to notice when you turned on the sink.

Ignoring his attempts, you got out a pair of scissors, cutting his clothes off, making extra sure to destroy his favorite blue neckerchief. Of course he wailed and flailed trying to get you to stop, but in the long run he only managed to get you to accidentally cut a piece of his tail off. 

“AHHHHHHH!!!!!” He screamed, much to your annoyance.

“Well it's your own damn fault for struggling so much!” You screamed, violently ripping the remains of his shredded clothes off his body. His wails didn't stop.

“MOMMY IT HURTS!!!!” You were getting so sick of his screams, so much so that instead of responding, you balled his remaining clothes up and stuck them in his wailing mouth. Earning a muffled scream.

His tears came back in full force, as he clutched at the dusting flesh of his tail, what looked like blood congealed over the cut, the bits that dripped off turning to dust. Grimacing at the sight you reached for a bottle of soap on the counter, generously lathering the baby blue’s engorged form. Then none to gently rubbed the soap into his wound, earning a long muffled scream from Bud. Really the relative silence was a blessing for you, furthermore you didn't even have to worry about him destroying something again because he was right in front of you.

He tried to push your hands away, but it wasn't good enough, so instead he tried to remove the cloth from his mouth. Clawing desperately at the piss soaked clothes, gagging noises coming from his form. Just as he was about to wrench the cloth free however, you savagely shoved him under the ice cold water that had finally reached a high enough point in the sink. You held him there for a good while watching as he flailed desperately against your hand. Bringing him back up you were amused at his attempts to cough, watching him choke against the cloth instead. You waited for the moment just before he caught his breath to shove him back under. Making sure that all of the soap was off of him before bringing him back up again.

His heaves and cries, gave way to more shudders, as you finally saw your desired effect. His clutch was coming.

Grinning wildly to yourself you gripped him around his torso, holding him up to your face.

“It's about damn time, I can't believe you made me wait so long for this.” You stated, quickly wrapping him up in a towel and shuffling him out to the pre-prepared birthing room you’d made just for him. The change in demeanor was quite shocking, and Bud was thrown for a loop when you suddenly started cradling him and cooing about how good he was.

“Awww let me take that out for you.” You stated in the kindest voice you could choke out, restraining yourself from torturing the little shit more. You might have needed to stress him out to get him to go into labor, but now, now you needed him less stressed. You gently removed the cloth from his mouth, throwing the bundle into the trash and gently stroking the pygmies back as shudders wracked through his body.

“Mommy? Mommy it hurts? Did you do this?” He asked, warily looking at you, as you set him down in a soft nest of blankets he himself had prepared during his nesting phase.

“Sweety you’re giving birth! You’re gonna be a mother.” You said, mustering as much enthusiasm as you could. You sounded incredibly forced, but the stupid pygmy didnt notice, because instead of being angry, he grew excited eyes beginning to sparkle, the stupid thing had already forgotten the torture he’d suffered. You were astonished how quickly his demeanor changed, but pushed that thought aside when his body was wracked with more shudders. YOu let him slither deeper into the nest of blankets, letting out coo’s and praises as he slowly started pushing out the first of many eggs.

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It took nearly a whole night for Bud to finish his birth, many times you needed to feed him monster candy to help heal some damage the larger eggs did on his body. The first clutch a bitty produced was never usually viable, so you were pleasantly surprised to find that most of his eggs were intact. Bud was fast asleep, curled around his staggering clutch of 36 eggs. You were even more surprised just how many eggs he’d yielded. Your previous brood mother’s record was 15, Bud’s clutch was nearly the maximum most Lamia’s were known for producing.

Alas your surprise could only stay for so long, and the searing hatred you felt for the lamia came back in full force. Staring disdainfully at Bud,  you started really debating the pro’s and cons of keeping such a troublesome bitty. You knew how profitable he was, but was he really worth it, could you really stand to look at him after what he’d done? What he’d done was similar to what edgies were known to do, but with edgies, you’d at least had the ability to “prepare.”

The answer eventually came out to no, and with that revelation you very quickly, very quietly moved all the viable eggs to an incubator, leaving about 6 deformed and cracked eggs in front of the bitty.

Eventually the pygmy stirred, looking in front of him, quickly becoming distressed as the sight of only 6 eggs, he started wailing again much to your annoyance, shouting out. “Mommy my eggs! My eggs are gone!”

Rolling your eyes you grabbed him by the tail, picking him up, then picking up one of the deformed eggs and making sure to wave it in front of his face. “You want your eggs so bad. Here.” You said, before shoving the deformed egg into his mouth. 

Shock and panic flashed across his face, as he tried to stop your hands, but you were too strong for him, and despite his resistance you eventually made him swallow it.

He choked and sobbed, trying to reach into his own mouth for the egg, but you didn't give him that long, as you grabbed another and repeated the process. He flailed harder, trying to bite you, and he even drew blood, but you really didn't care. Standing you held onto him in a crushing grip, breaking a rib or two in the process, searching around for a roll of duct tape, you eventually found one and sat back down next to the remaining eggs.

“You know I really should just feed them all to you.” You stated, watching the pygmy as he cried and begged. “NO MOMMY PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T KILL THEM!!! I LOVE YOU!!!” You narrowed your eyes at his pleas, before a cold smirk graced your lips. “But you said you wanted your eggs… Could it be that you want to give birth again?” You chuckled not letting him respond, before you taped him down, making sure to have his limbs spread out and tail held firmly still. 

He wailed more. “Mommy I don’t like this, please let me go! I have to find my eggs!”

“Don’t worry Bud I’m giving you your eggs.” You stated, before picking up one of the remaining 4 deformed eggs and shoving it slowly, painfulling, back into Bud’s cloaca.

His screams were incredibly loud, louder than any he’d done before, he tried very hard to struggle, but with the duct tape holding him in place he couldn't resist. The egg ended up breaking and leaving a goopy mess all over the place, causing you to frown and chide Bud. “That's no good sweetie, your struggling broke it. We’ll have to try again.”

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” He screamed, as you started to push another egg up his cloaca, this one did manage to go in, but the shivers wracking the bitties body didn't spell anything good, the edges of his cloaca were beginning to dust, goop and shell bits leaked from the orifice. Bud had stopped communicating, only sobbing uncontrollable. You didn’t stop though, you grabbed another egg and repeated the process, becoming a little satisfied with yourself when it didn't break once inside.

There was one more egg left and you planned to do the same thing with it, but first.

“Do you know why this is happening?” You asked, watching as Bud shivered and stared at you with tear filled sockets. He shook his head. “N-n-n-n-nnnooooooooo!” He shouted.

“I don't know why you would do this to me mommy! I love you! You love me too!” He stammered, asserting the last bit with such certainty that it made your stomach roll. 

“Idiot, I don’t love you, I just wanted your clutch.” You stated, before carefully shoving the last egg into his cloaca. You managed to firmly fit it in there, before grabbing more duct tape and covering his cloaca. After a moment of just watching him squirm and struggle to push the eggs out again, you firmly grabbed his torso, and violently ripped him up from the floor.

The duct tape was firm enough on the ground that it kept his arms and tail on the ground as you ripped upwards, detaching his torso and head from his arms and tail. Immediately he burst into dust, a few bits of egg shell remaining in the mess.

Staring down at the mess you made, you wrly thought to yourself. 

“I suppose I’ll just have to tell your old family you died giving birth.”