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Fright week came with a bang and left with a pile of snow. But there were still things that had to be upheld. Damien woke up grumpy and full of scowls. Today was the day when he was supposed to be the servant for another, and it was for some sort of pervert. With a huff in the mirror and a groan of frustration, he was as prepared for the day as he could.

It was off to the area where the horsemen frolicked. The hound wanted to just play in the fluffy white stuff, not ... he didn't even want to imagine what sick request would be said. "Ugh, why does this Boil not have a blue square on his forehead or something?"

"What the-"

The attack came hard and fast, catching Damien by surprise and even more so after the first snowball to the face. The hound let out a yelp before spiraling down to the ground and the snowy embankment that cushioned the drop with a plop. Snow was seeping into every loose bit of clothing, making it damp and above all cold.

The boil mustered up a heated glare that did nothing to increase his body temperature and picked himself from the open area and tried to find cover behind a bush. "WHAT THE JACKING HELL WAS THAT?"


It had to be that mentally deranged horseboil, it just had to be.

The hellhound was appalled, flabbergasted by what the horseboil was insinuating. "I don't want to hear about you and your balls." Damien replied back, vexed by the lewdness of the pony. The snow finally fell off in a wet plop that left him with a disgusted face. Suddenly the fun of it all was buried six feet underground.

And was made even worse when Tseng opened his girly, loud mouth. Little wips of hair on the monsters neck bristled and he narrowed his eyes at his "owner" "How care you treat me like i am some common mutt, we are not playing f-"

the words and complaints died down quickly once he spotted the blue orb of delight and chasing fun.

He was mortified with himself, ashamed by what his body wanted.

all of Damiens objections died in the wind when phos launched back in control and locked onto the blue ball of personal doom. "I SEE IT, I SEE IT!" he barked, hopping on his two feet eagerly waiting for it to be launched.

and it was, it sailed into the air and the hellhounds boots began to thump with each movement through the snowy banks. Fluffy snow exploding away from the monster in a cascading shower of white. The ball bounced and rolled and came to a stop and the snow under it compacted with the force of a leap from an eager boil.

his tail twitched high in the air as he went diving before a hand thrust in the air, clenching something blue. "I GOT IT!"

and threw it right back at the horseboil.

It was demeaning, Phos could hear the duo inside him say it, yell it, try to beat him inside the head because of it. But the ball was still there, begging to be played with. He couldn't resist when it flew over his head and sent him running after it.

Yapping the entire way. It wasn't often he got to play catch. "BALL BALL, GOTTA GET THE BAAALLLLLLLLL" he sang in a happy tune and threw it back.

however it was a snowball instead he threw back. The wide grin that spoke of nothing but mischief and a tail that refused to stop moving.

If they would have to play catch, then the horseboil would have to pay for it, with snow. It was the only agreement the three of them could make.

Phos was feeling rather cheeky. He expected a day of scrubbing floors and being paraded around in demoralizing outfits and scary things that Tseng was going to say about what was in his pants.

So far, none of that had come up and he was feeling more comfortable now.

and it showed when the boil tried to hit him with a return barrage of snowballs and got nothing but a hound shaking his fanny at him. "Missed me, nyah nyah~"

cheeky indeed.

Phos had to admit, Tseng knew how to have fun. The image of the stuck up, serious horsemen were shattered with this one perverted one. and the amount of balls that were being thrown his way from the sky.

The pup only had a few moments to look at it and asses the oncoming damage. "Oh jack." and curl up to try and compact himself, and in turn make a smaller target. It didn't avoid all the snowballs, but the few that did hit his back weren't so bad. "Ack, I will have my vengeance!" there was no way he was going to take it lying down as he moved to close in on the horseman.

With a mountain of snow carried in the folds of his hoodie.

Damien was quickly taking back how much fun he was having with Tseng. as quickly as he was building the giant snowball in his hands. It seemed unfair to make something that large. "Stop naming your attacks!"

was all he had time to bark at the boil before the snowball got rolling. The problem with running downhill with a snowball chasing you was the fact that it had the potential to get bigger. and larger it got when he turned around to glance where it was and let out a shriek of outrage.

it was the scene out of Indiana Zombie Jones. and the snowball of doom was getting more larger and picking up more speed than ever.

Ten seconds later, there was one Hellhound with his body planted in the snow and a snowball as tall as the boil themselves out in a field.