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Through the fabric of Daddy Joseph’s briefs, Taylor could see the Lucario’s silhouette. He was on one knee next to a pile of laundry, fresh out of the dryer, going through it with his typical care and attention to detail. He neatly folded his underwear twice, placing each cotton square in the corner of what looked like a suitcase, before moving on to the pile of socks. Taylor watched for a moment, and he tried not to let his mouth water too much - after all, Daddy Joseph had just fed him, and there was no sense in being greedy with a belly full of milk. Eventually, curiosity got the better of him. “Daddy Joseph?” The Lucario looked up, turning his head toward his boy. “Hmm?” “Are you going somewhere…?” He couldn’t quite hide the nervousness in his voice, and Taylor swore he could see Daddy Joseph smirk through the fabric. “I am.” Daddy Joseph continued to speak while folding his laundry. “On Sunday, I’ll be off to Stockholm for a conference. I expect to be gone for a week.” He spoke calmly and clearly, and perhaps a bit formally, as was the big German’s nature. “Oh…” Taylor swallowed. “Will I…?” Daddy Joseph shook his head. “Afraid not, little one.” He stepped closer to Taylor and settled down on one knee, clasping a huge, reassuring hand on the human’s shoulder. “It would be quite boring for you, don’t you think? Lodged in my hotel room all week?” He chuckled. “Chin up. It’s only a week.” “But…” Daddy Joseph had been out of the house before, certainly, but never for as long as a week. Panic started to bubble in Taylor’s stomach. “But what?” The hand turned into an arm slung around Taylor’s shoulder, and the boy nuzzled the Lucario’s chest through his shirt. “What kind of Daddy would I be if I left you alone for a week? I could never do that to you.” Of course, that’s how Taylor had spent his entire adult life up until fairly recently, but that felt like an increasingly distant memory, even to Taylor. “You’ll get to spend quality time with Daddy Alistair. Won’t that be nice?” Daddy Joseph’s voice was at its warmest and most soothing, and Taylor could feel himself melting as he listened - but there was still just a hint of hesitation in the human’s voice as he responded. “Yes, Daddy Joseph.” — Taylor had become slightly better acquainted with Daddy Alistair since he first met him in the flesh. He had, of course, learned how to enjoy the Delphox’s scent, shoving his face deep between those hairy cheeks and sniffing until he got lightheaded. He also got a closer look at how Daddy Alistair and Daddy Joseph interacted with each other: with warmth and affection, an arm slung around the shoulder and a murmured pet name in their respective languages. But while he was always careful to greet his Scottish Daddy with a “maidin mhaith” and a thorough ass sniffing, Taylor was still more than a little nervous about spending an entire week home alone with him. Daddy Joseph was no less formidable a man, but he was always gentle and affectionate with his boy, and as Taylor gave the Lucario’s hairy asshole a kiss goodbye before his trip, he began to miss him already. Daddy Joseph was familiar and comforting; Daddy Alistair, with his stern nods and his constant threat of surveillance, was not. Still, Taylor supposed he would have to get used to him. And so, a half-hour after Daddy Joseph left, when Taylor heard a sharp, summoning whistle from upstairs, the human staggered his way up the stairs, looking for the source of the sound and preparing to stand at attention in front of him. “You called, Daddy Alistair?” Indeed he had, although at the moment Taylor was staring not at Daddy Alistair but at his thick, upraised ass cheeks. The Delphox was on all fours on the living room floor, evening out the borders of an office golf set-up: just for putting about, of course, but given the size of the living room it was still rather large. Taylor could see the faint outline of the Delphox’s asshole between those cheeks, and his mouth reflexively began to salivate. He didn’t want to say anything else, lest he interrupt - Daddy Alistair would respond in due time, he was sure. The Delphox glanced over his shoulder. “No, lad. Must’ve been a will o’ the fuckin’ wisp.” He kept his gaze hard and steady for a second, just long enough for Taylor’s blood to freeze, before barking out a hearty laugh. “Just kidding. ‘Course I called you!” Daddy Alistair stood up, twirling his putting iron like some military baton before resting it on his shoulder. “Seems like we’ve got the house to ourselves for a bit, aye? Sounds like a good time to me.” He seemed to be in quite a good mood today, which would have put Taylor slightly more at ease if he wasn’t still six and a half feet tall and completely naked. “Umm…yes, Daddy Alistair.” Taylor cleared his throat, trying not to stare too obviously at that plump, pendulous cock bobbing between the Delphox’s thighs. “What will we get up to? I mean, what would you like me to do? Or…” Gosh, he wasn’t entirely sure how Daddy Alistair wanted him to talk - he realized he sounded a little spineless, but Daddy Alistair was the kind of man who commanded that kind of response. “I’ll tell you what we’ll get up to, lad.” Daddy Alistair gestured with his putter. “There, on the couch. You’ll sit down in front of it and crane your head back so it rests on the cushion. Understood?” The Delphox still sounded like he was feeling alright, but there was that gruffness to his delivery, more familiar to Taylor than his good cheer, that made the young man shiver. He already had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen, and the thought of it gave him butterflies in the stomach. He had obviously spent a lot of quality time with his daddies’ assholes, but usually they were standing, or he was kneeling, or something like that. Would he be able to handle this? Well, he’d have to find out. The couch cushion was soft and smooth against the back of Taylor’s head, and it certainly did its job. But as Taylor settled into place, he had to wonder if even that would be enough when faced with…well, all of this. Daddy Alistair was shorter than Daddy Joseph - as was 99% of the population - and didn’t have as prominent a musclegut form. But as Taylor heard the floorboards creak beneath the Delphox’s feet as he approached the couch, he knew that his Daddy was still going to be fucking heavy. Daddy Alistair didn’t make much of an effort to soothe any worries his human boy might’ve had, either, glancing over his shoulder as he turned around. “Take a nice, deep breath, lad. You’ll need it.” Taylor breathed in until his lungs felt like inflated balloons. He gulped, tensed his muscles, looked up at the smothering behemoth slowly getting into position above his face… …and then, fwump. Shoving your face between a pair of hairy ass cheeks was one thing. It was tight and dense enough that it often felt like being smothered. But this was the real deal. In only half a second, Daddy Alistair snuffed out every trace of light and oxygen Taylor could get, just by lowering his hips. It often felt like Taylor’s world had been reduced to his Daddies and their bodies, but this was as close to making it literal as was possible. Taylor grunted involuntarily and squirmed a little, trying to adjust to the weight. Daddy Alistair wasn’t sitting full-weight; he was easing up just a little, at least for now, to let Taylor get his bearings. But a big man was a big man, and Taylor could feel that pressure building behind his eyes as those ass cheeks settled into place. Muffled, as though he was underwater, the Delphox spoke. “I’m not sure why I don’t hear you sniffing, lad.” Frankly, that was a good question. Even though Taylor had over 250 pounds of man sitting on his face, it was unlike him not to sniff when he was presented with one of his Daddies’ holes. Soon, Daddy Alistair would hopefully be satisfied as he heard deep, steady, rolling sniffs coming from beneath his ass. Taylor only managed to get in a few sniffs before he had to cough, the sound muffled by the weight of the Delphox’s furry cheeks pressing down on his face. The smell of Daddy Alistair’s asshole was different from Daddy Joseph’s; sure, the Lucario had plenty of deep, swampy funk to contend with, but Daddy Alistair’s stung. It was the kind of bracing, tingly-hot smell you might get if you stuck your nose in a bottle of sriracha and huffed, and it made Taylor wriggle a bit as he tried to get some sort of fresh air to chase the smell away. “Aye, and where do you think you’re goin’?” Daddy Alistair looked over his shoulder, frowning down at Taylor as he squirmed. He pressed his hips down a little more firmly, and Taylor found that he couldn’t struggle nearly as much as he’d like. He couldn’t find any pocket of air, anyway; he just had to deal with pure smothering ass, for as long as his lungs could take. Taylor had taken a deep breath before Daddy Alistair sat down. But was it deep enough? He could already feel that tightness in his chest, the tightness that was soon followed by a gradually-increasing burn. He sniffed again, but he ended up getting more ass hair up his nose than oxygen. He sniffed once more, deeper and more desperate this time, but it didn’t do him much good. Thump thump thump. Taylor’s hand thudded against the couch cushion three times, trying to signal to Daddy Alistair that he needed air. No response. He tried again, but only got two more thumps out before the Delphox’s hands gripped his wrists, pinning them down to the cushions. Fuck. He was trapped - he was at the mercy of the big brawny Scot, and all he could do was cry out in some attempt to get through to the Delphox. Air! Any noise was pushed out against those plump cheeks, making a flarbling, almost fart-like noise that would have been much more amusing if it weren’t for the fact that Taylor was on the verge of passing out. When Daddy Alistair lifted his hips, he let Taylor gasp for a few seconds, the corners of his vision hazy, eyes watering from the strain - not to mention the irritation of sweat and ass hair. But after those few seconds, the Delphox pursed his lips, and then… Ptuh! A glob of spit, splatting against Taylor’s forehead. Daddy Alistair’s voice was low and stern as he addressed his boy. “From here on out,” he said, red eyes narrowed, “you will never tell me when to get up again. Understood?” Taylor coughed, wheezing. “Y-yes, Daddy Alistair.” “I decide when you breathe. Not you.” “Yes, Daddy Alistair.” “Repeat that back to me.” Daddy Alistair’s glare remained fixed, laser-like, on Taylor’s. The human couldn’t help but quiver a bit as he obeyed. “You decide when I breathe, Daddy Alistair. Not me.” “Good. Deep breath.” Taylor knew that Daddy Alistair was the ruthless type, but he expected at least a little more of a break than this. He was still gasping from his previous smother session, but that hardly seemed to matter to the Delphox - he simply lowered his hips and swallowed his face between his thick, heavy cheeks, the human feeling the weight of his Daddy bear down with the same intensity as would be expected for any other seat. To make matters worse, Daddy Alistair caught Taylor right in the middle of his inhale, keeping him from filling his lungs all the way with the oxygen he would need. A frustrated cry was muffled - pfffbbbbbt! - by smothering, cushy ass. The handsome Daddy was unmoved for now. “Tongue.” He brought his hand down, pinching one of Taylor’s nipples and earning a sharp, surprised squeak from between his cheeks. “Tongue.” And there was no arguing with that, was there? Taylor’s tongue stuck out once more, and this time he really wanted to impress his Daddy. These weren’t gentle flicks and curious probes; these were hungry, hearty licks, the kind of ass-eating that seemed to make use of the whole face. The human could feel sweat and musk coating his tongue with each stroke of his tongue, but he hardly minded. In fact, after a minute or two stewing between Daddy Alistair’s ass cheeks, he was starting to acquire a real taste for it, oxygen or no oxygen. The Delphox leaned his head back, a smile spreading across his face. “That’s how you do it, lad,” he groaned, already seeming to melt from the anal attention. For as much as Daddy Joseph loved getting his ass eaten, Daddy Alistair seemed to enjoy it just as much - and, if the way he ground his hips back was any indication, he was going to get every ounce of pleasure he could from his boy. It felt good to please his Daddy. It felt good to use his tongue and stroke it all up and down and around that asshole, and it felt even better to feel Daddy Alistair wriggle and grunt and try to keep himself from frantically humping his face. Of course Taylor didn’t have much in the way of power - at this point, it would feel weird even if he did - but knowing that he was capable of this was a reward in and of itself. Taylor was getting into it, now, deeper into it than he had ever been before. He was so engrossed in his task, in fact, that he almost didn’t notice that his lungs were starting to burn - or that Daddy Alistair murmured something that was muffled beneath his cheeks, shifted his weight, and casually laid waste to Taylor’s nostrils. Pssssffffbbbbt. It would’ve been silent if Taylor was in any position other than directly beneath Daddy Alistair’s ass. But as it stood, it was a sharp, sudden hissing sound, like steam escaping a pipe, except (as Taylor discovered seconds later) much, much nastier. He had gotten whiffs of something deeper and earthier than mere ass musk from his experience with his Daddies, but this was the first time he was treated to a direct blast from deep inside the Daddy’s colon; and fuck, it was like a bomb detonating in his sinuses, burning and permeating every bit of it with pure stink. Daddy Alistair, of course, couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he heard that high-pitched “GMMMMRRRF!” come from beneath him, feeling Taylor kick and writhe out of sheer revulsion. But another firm pinch to the nipple was enough to remind the human of his place, followed by the Delphox lifting his hips just long enough to give Taylor a breath of fresh air. “Relax, lad. Didn’t kill you, did I?” Taylor wheezed. “No, but you farted, and–” “Hmm? You can handle it. I know you can.” Taylor was about to counter that being able to handle it didn’t mean that he wanted to handle it, but he interrupted himself with another cough. Daddy Alistair rolled his eyes, but understood the message well enough. “Fine. We’ll try something different now, aye?” He stood back up and gestured with his hand. “Follow.” — “Presenting position,” Daddy Alistair had called it. Taylor wasn’t entirely sure how it was much different from business as usual, but he had been told to get in position and he obeyed the big man’s order. His hands rested atop his knees, and he sat on his haunches, back perfectly straight. It was true that he would feel subservient no matter what position he was in, but this helped him get that little bit further into subspace. Of course, Daddy Alistair’s cock helped, too. Still only half-hard even after a thorough rimming - he was, after all, a middle-aged man - the Delphox stroked his dick, his palm making steady shk shk shk sounds as it moved. It made Taylor’s nose twitch as he watched him, a sharp, tangy masculine scent filling the air as Daddy Alistair stepped forward. “For this,” he said, his hand not stopping even as he spoke, “we’ll be testing your resolve.” Shk shk shk shk shk. “You’re going to stay there, in presenting position, and you’re going to watch your Daddy jerk off right in your face.” Shk shk shk shk shk! “You aren’t allowed to suck me. Aren’t allowed to touch me. Aren’t even allowed to stick your tongue out, or move your head.” He changed his rhythm, going into longer strokes: shhf, shhf, shhf, shhf. “Just. Watch.” It was a harder ask than it sounded. Taylor kept his hands in place over his knees, squeezing a bit as he tried to keep his hands still. Daddy Alistair was providing such an enticing display, grunting and groaning and breathing heavily, his cock getting harder and harder, that Taylor couldn’t look away. His eyes were locked on the head of his dick, focused on that rosy head as the Delphox’s thumb brushed over it every now and again. He couldn’t even stick his tongue out? God, but the old Scot was strict, wasn’t he? He felt himself breathing more heavily, too, the masculine scent of dick and precum making his nose twitch. He had to prove himself to Daddy Alistair, had to solidify his judgment of him as a Good Boy. More than anything, he wanted Daddy Joseph to be proud of him when he returned home from his business trip, seeing a glowing report card from Daddy Alistair. But fuck, what he wouldn’t give to bury his face in those hairy balls, to make out with the head of his cock, to fucking suck him– “Tongue back in,” Daddy Alistair warned, and Taylor sheepishly slid it back inside. He hadn’t even realized he had stuck it out, but then again it was hard to focus on anything but that dick. He could hear the Delphox’s grunting grow louder, gruffer, and more intense with each passing minute, the wet sound of pre slicking up and down the shaft filling his ears. It sounded like it was as hard for Daddy Alistair to hold back as it was for Taylor to sit still, which helped the human boy feel a little better. He stayed right there in presenting position, waiting as patiently as he could to hear those magic words: “Open your mouth.” When Taylor opened his mouth, he figured he’d get the opportunity to savor Daddy Alistair’s cock. He figured that he’d be able to push his head forward and explore that dick, kissing and licking every inch of it before taking the tip in his mouth and slowly swallowing to give the big man pleasure. But Daddy Alistair, as it turned out, had other ideas. “HGLRK!” Taylor’s mouth - hell, his whole throat - went from empty to full in a second flat. Every inch of Daddy Alistair’s length had been shoved as deep as it could go, until the human’s nose was tickled by the Delphox’s curled gray pubes. Strong hands braced themselves on either side of Taylor’s head, holding it still as his Daddy grunted and began to thrust. Taylor had a very short amount of time to prepare himself as Daddy Alistair pulled back, getting ready to thrust back into his mouth and properly begin the face-fucking. His gag reflex had never really been tested before, and being an inexperienced cocksucker, he didn’t know any tricks like squeezing his thumb. So all he could really do was tense his throat and prepare for Daddy Alistair’s thick cock head to push back against it - which soon proved to be very little help. “Ghhrk! Hhhhgh! Glllk! GKKK!” Taylor’s face twitched and grimaced and scrunched with each deep, methodical thrust, trying his best to keep from gagging on that impressive length and failing every time. At first he worried that Daddy Alistair would get angry at him for not being a good, practiced little dicksleeve, but it didn’t seem like he had to worry about that. Quite the opposite, in fact: Taylor could hear low, appreciative grunts and growls from up above as the Delphox picked up speed. Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap. Taylor could feel Daddy Alistair’s balls smacking against his chin with each thrust, another reminder of how thoroughly he was being used. Drool leaked from the corners of the human’s mouth, and as that cock pistoned in and out of his mouth, he had to resist the urge to push back. It was hard to take, but he had to be good for his Daddies. He had to. He just– “Gck…!” After a couple minutes of nonstop thrusting, Daddy Alistair decided to throw a curveball. He pushed his dick as deep inside Taylor’s throat as he could get it, until there was a barely visible bulge in his neck, and simply held himself there. His hands shifted to the back of Taylor’s head, fingers curled into his hair, holding him still and enjoying that tight wetness surrounding his cock. Taylor could only roll his eyes upward, trying to get a good look at his Daddy as he choked him on dick. He made deep, guttural gagging noises - rrrrck, glup, khhhhkh - but with Daddy Alistair’s cock blocking the way, there was nowhere for the saliva and throatslime to go. His eyes started to water. His lungs started to burn. From Daddy Alistair’s perspective, his face changed color from white to pink, and then to red. And yet, despite that, he didn’t dare move his hands, didn’t dare push the Delphox away. Perhaps that was why, when Daddy Alistair finally pulled the gasping, coughing boy off his dick, he was smiling. — Taylor was on his hands and knees, now, wincing at the strange coolness of Daddy Alistair’s fingers inside him. The Delphox had slicked them thoroughly with lube, which contrasted with his natural body heat in a way that made the human squirm. He had never taken anything up there before, not even his own fingers - and Taylor could already guess that Daddy Alistair would use something a lot bigger. “We won’t get anywhere if you’re this tense, lad,” the Delphox murmured in his boy’s ear, his deep voice rumbling and, for the first time today, soothing. “Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Relax your muscles.” Daddy Alistair’s firm hand rested on Taylor’s back, rubbing up and down before gently patting him. “Ready?” Taylor nodded. “Yes, Daddy Alistair.” Taylor could already feel the weight of the bigger man’s cock, resting on the small of his back, letting him know just what was coming his way. “Mmmh. Convince me.” Daddy Alistair’s lips curled into a grin. “Say ‘I’m ready to take your big fucking dick, Daddy Alistair.’” After everything Taylor had done for Daddy Alistair and Daddy Joseph, it was silly that he would be embarrassed by anything, but that order made him blush all the same. “I…” He cleared his throat, took a deep breath. “I’m ready to take your big fucking dick, Daddy Alistair.” “Good boy.” Daddy Alistair’s hand traveled up to stroke the boy’s hair, then to gently cup him around the back of the neck, fingers threatening to clamp shut. He repositioned his hips, prodded once or twice, let Taylor come to terms with what he felt poking against his hole… …and then pushed. Taylor’s eyes immediately shot wide open, and his fingers scrunched up into fists as he felt Daddy Alistair push inside him. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” It was more than just big, it was wide - nothing, not even Daddy Alistair’s fingers, could have prepared him for it. “Easy,” Daddy Alistair said, still only halfway inside. He braced his hands on Taylor’s shoulders, letting the boy feel his firm touch, and grunted as he pushed in a few inches deeper. “Gnnnnnghhhhuuuuuh…” Taylor had gone past the point of swearing and simply started to make guttural groaning sounds in the back of his throat. It hurt. Daddy Alistair was being as gentle as he could possibly manage, and it still hurt. Daddy Alistair heard the note of panic coming through his moans, and frowned. “Breathe.” Then, a little more firmly. “Breathe, Taylor. It’s much easier if you relax.” He pulled his hips back, letting Taylor’s hole close back up everywhere except around the head of his dick. “There. Take in a deep breath. Close your eyes. Relax every bit of yourself.” Taylor listened to his Daddy’s voice and did his best to obey. First his shoulders, then his chest, then his stomach, then, working downward, his sphincter… When Daddy Alistair pushed back inside, it was easier to take, but still by no means easy. The Delphox wasn’t quite big enough to bulge his belly with his dick, but Taylor still felt a strange throbbing in the pit of his stomach all the same - as though his body was straining to accommodate this new intrusion. Taylor tried to keep his breathing to a steady rhythm, matching the speed at which Daddy Alistair’s hips clapped against his cheeks. “Fuckin’...” Daddy Alistair grunted, digging in a little deeper. “Fuckin’ tight…” Taylor wasn’t sure about the specifics of the relationship between his two daddies, but he was fairly certain Daddy Alistair didn’t get the chance to fuck a virgin hole very often. He was certainly enjoying himself as if this was a rare pleasure, the Delphox’s grunts and groans eventually turning into hungry growls reverberating from his chest. For a few minutes, being fucked was something to be endured. It wasn’t a terrible experience, far from it, but the eye-watering stretch Taylor was feeling just overwhelmed every other aspect of the situation. He dug his fingernails into his palms, he gave needy whines, he pushed his hips back and let Daddy Alistair grab onto them in hopes that that would make it easier… …and eventually, something clicked. The pain didn’t quite go away, but it became something else, something stronger yet somehow easier to bear. Taylor’s hands relaxed from fists, palms pressing against the ground. His mouth opened; his eyes rolled back; he started to drool. The sound of Daddy Alistair’s hips going plap plap plap against his ass was always present, but it began to feel distant. There would be nothing to distract the boy from this overwhelming tidal wave of sensation, this fullness inside him, this deep fucking drilling. The last thing Taylor felt before passing out from pleasure from Daddy Alistair’s cock hitting his prostate was something hot and sticky painting his insides. — “Good morning, mein liebling~” Taylor’s eyes blinked open behind his underwear mask, and a huge smile spread across his face. A whole week without Daddy Joseph was hard to manage, even with Daddy Alistair’s company to help things along; it made Taylor’s heart leap to hear the big Lucario’s deep voice thrum through his laundry bedroom once again. He hugged him, and still marveled at how he, a grown man, was still unable to get his arms all the way around him. “You’ll be pleased to know,” Daddy Joseph purred, heavy hand rubbing up and down Taylor’s back, “that Daddy Alistair gave you a glowing report card for your behavior while I was gone.” “Oh! He did?” Taylor knew he didn’t have anything to worry about - he did his absolute best to do everything Daddy Alistair told him over the week - but it was still a relief to hear that he had pleased the Delphox. “That’s right.” Daddy Joseph pressed his lips against the cloth-covered head of his boy and kissed him. “He said that I’m lucky we’re married, because if we weren’t he’d steal you all to himself.” He chuckled. “Such a good boy…” Taylor was sure his beaming smile could be seen through the fabric covering his face. “Mmm. Before I give you your breakfast…” Daddy Joseph carefully cupped the boy by his neck and pushed, guiding Taylor to bend over and present himself. “Daddy Alistair told me you’ve been practicing,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Taylor’s ear through his underwear hood. “Mind if I test you, just to see?” It was, of course, a rhetorical question - Taylor wasn’t sure he could ever disobey Daddy Joseph, even if it was phrased like a question - but Taylor nodded anyway, mumbling “yes, Daddy Joseph” as he took a deep breath and relaxed. The underwear draped over his face helped, as it turned out. Taylor had never used poppers before, but the sheer, sweet, enveloping smell of Daddy’s musk meant that his mind was able to go fuzzy and relax muscles the boy didn’t even know he had. And so, even though Daddy Joseph’s fingers were much thicker than Daddy Alistair’s, Taylor could take them with only a little grunting and squirming. He had been practicing, after all, and although he wasn’t perfect, he was a quick learner. Or at least, his hole was. “Good boy,” Daddy Joseph said, as though quietly marveling. “I didn’t think you’d get so far after just a week.” He pulled his fingers free, before guiding Taylor back to standing upright. “I knew I made a good choice when I smothered you in my armpit that day.” He laughed, and Taylor laughed too, but they both knew it was true. The circumstances were strange, but they truly found each other when they needed each other. Which was why it was such a pleasure to hear Daddy Joseph unbuttoning his shirt, to feel the warmth of his left pec pressing against his face, and to open his mouth to nurse, wetly and lovingly, at that fuzzy pink nipple.