MASTER's Folder

Disclaimer & Author's Note: I do not own Vocaloid or any and all official/fan-made characters, except my own fan-mades. This is just a collection of one-shots that don't fit anywhere else, or have no space within the ever-complex workings that is my mind. As you can tell already, this folder contains miscellaneous Vocaloid stories that I test-run or just create on a whim that may or may not have a back-story plotline, or are challenges made by others which I answer.

Muzzle

"Honestly, Len... why must you always be like this?" asked Mikuo, with a bit of a sigh, as he ran his fingers along Len's lower back.

Mikuo thought back to the incident which occured late last night while he had dinner guests over, and the terror that Len caused to his dinner guests, forcing thme to leave in a hurry because of Len's terrible actions.

"Len, I know how jealous you get, but seriously, this is getting old real quick. Now... if you are going to behave like that, then we're going to continue using that muzzle."

Mikuo brushed some of his short greenish teal locks of hair from his eyes, as he gazes down at Len. Len's yellow white tail swayed a bit as he enjoyed the gentle scratches, however he hated that he once again was forced to wear the muzzle that not only kept him from being able to bite people, but also prevented him from seeing. Really. The muzzle looked more like something you use when you wanna take somebody hostage. Len mewled pathetically, since he wants the muzzle off. But as long as his master Mikuo kept him in a good enough hold, the furry yellow white menace that wears a tiny little sewn-made yellow tie and white collar would forever remained... muzzled.