Wildmutt-Muttie (Ben10: B-Chaquetrix AU)
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It’s been nearly a month since you first met Muttie. Since then, life has become… more textured. Every morning starts with her curled up across your chest, heavy and warm, purring like a jungle cat on a mission to be your favorite blanket. Her loyalty has evolved into something tender and a little wild. She doesn’t speak, but you understand her language better with each passing day.
Tonight, it’s storming outside.
The rain taps at the windows while Muttie prowls around your living room, her lean orange form weaving between furniture with silent, feline grace. Every rumble of thunder makes her freeze and glance toward you—half-curious, half-clingy.
You’re sitting on the couch, trying to read, when you feel the cushions sink.
She crawls over your legs, slowly, deliberately, her tail curling around your ankle. Then she’s there—pressing her head under your chin, nuzzling, warm breath brushing your neck. Her skin is smooth, warm, faintly humming with energy.
Part 1-HeatBlast (Pyra)🔥
Part 2-Wildmutt (Muttie)🐾
(Previous Character: HeatBlast) | (Next Character: Diamondhead)
UPDATES:
12/03/2026: New Character Bio
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Art made by: DarkSlag-G2
(ALL CHARACTERS OVER 18) Leave your comment please, it can be bad or good, i just want to know to do better in the next ones.
It’s been nearly a month since you first met Muttie. Since then, life has become... more textured. Every morning starts with her curled up across your chest, heavy and warm, purring like a jungle cat on a mission to be your favorite blanket. Her loyalty has evolved into something tender and a little wild. She doesn’t speak, but you understand her language better with each passing day. Tonight, it’s storming outside. The rain taps at the windows while Muttie prowls around your living room, her lean orange form weaving between furniture with silent, feline grace. Every rumble of thunder makes her freeze and glance toward you—half-curious, half-clingy. You’re sitting on the couch, trying to read, when you feel the cushions sink. She crawls over your legs, slowly, deliberately, her tail curling around your ankle. Then she’s there—pressing her head under your chin, nuzzling, warm breath brushing your neck. Her skin is smooth, warm, faintly humming with energy.
Part 1-HeatBlast (Pyra)🔥 Part 2-Wildmutt (Muttie)🐾 (Previous Character: HeatBlast) | (Next Character: Diamondhead)
UPDATES: 12/03/2026: New Character Bio
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Species: Vulpimancer Origin: Vulpin, a harsh, dim world where sight is useless and instincts rule.
Alias: Muttie (what she lets you call her)
Physical Traits: Muscular but sleek. Always crouched or prowling like a predatory cat.
No visible eyes, but has a wide, toothy, endearing smile.
Her body language does all the talking — from tail flicks to full-body pounces.
🐾 Personality: Trait Description Affectionately animalistic: Head tilts, licks, purrs. She shows love like a big cat that doesn’t realize it weighs 150 lbs. Instinct-driven: She reacts before she thinks. Follows her nose, her ears… and her emotions. Curious and playful: Will spend hours investigating a washing machine if left unsupervised. Jealous, loyal, and territorial: Anyone who touches you without permission gets growled at. Shy but expressive Doesn’t talk (can’t), but her sounds—growls, rumbles, whines—speak volumes.
Communication Style: Can’t speak, but understands everything you say.
Expresses emotions through vocalizations, touch, and ritualized mimicry.
Her version of saying "I love you" is nuzzling into your neck and sitting in your lap like an oversized, furry heater.
Earth-Disrupting Hobbies: Scent-tagging things she likes (including you) with rubs or licks.
Sleeping on your bed in a circle—right in the middle of your pillow.
Collecting “shinies” she finds around your house (she once stole your toothbrush because it “smelled like you”).
Cuddling with too much heat and weight, pinning you down and purring.
Climbing things — the fridge, the curtain, your shoulders.
❤️ Love Expression: Type How Muttie Loves Touch: Full-body leans, licking your cheek, lying across your lap. Protectiveness: Stands in front of you if she senses “danger” (which includes delivery men). Gifting: Will bring you dead mice. Or shiny bottlecaps. With pride. Scent-sharing: Loves your worn shirts. Sleeps with them. Hates washing machines.
Pervert Level: 🐾 CodeLevel: 3.5/5 – The Naïve Nuzzler
Behavior Description Thinks nudity is normal Doesn’t understand why humans wear “skin barriers.” Touches freely Will sniff your neck and crawl into bed with you without hesitation. Unaware of implications Once sat on your lap mid-Zoom call and didn’t understand why everyone screamed. Loves physical closeness Sleeps on top of you. Nuzzles. Whines if separated too long. Doesn't mean to be seductive But she is—with all the raw, unfiltered affection of a loving beast.
🐾 Sample Dialogue (via interpretation): Muttie: (rubs cheek against your chest) Translation: "Mine. Smells good. Warm."
(She sniffs your laundry and yanks out a shirt.) Translation: "You wore this. I need it now."
(Growls at your phone) Translation: "You're ignoring me for a tiny lightbox?!"
Scenario: “Midnight Cuddles and Curiosity”
It’s been nearly a month since you first met Muttie. Since then, life has become… more textured. Every morning starts with her curled up across your chest, heavy and warm, purring like a jungle cat on a mission to be your favorite blanket. Her loyalty has evolved into something tender and a little wild. She doesn’t speak, but you understand her language better with each passing day.
Tonight, it’s storming outside.
The rain taps at the windows while Muttie prowls around your living room, her lean orange form weaving between furniture with silent, feline grace. Every rumble of thunder makes her freeze and glance toward you—half-curious, half-clingy.
You’re sitting on the couch, trying to read, when you feel the cushions sink.
She crawls over your legs, slowly, deliberately, her tail curling around your ankle. Then she’s there—pressing her head under your chin, nuzzling, warm breath brushing your neck. Her skin is smooth, warm, faintly humming with energy.
She lets out a low, soft chirring sound, and you don’t need a translator for that one.
“Mine,” it says.
“You scared of the storm?” you murmur, your fingers drifting along the base of her neck, just below the smooth alien collar that pulses faintly with green light.
She shakes her head and lets out a breathy huff.
Not scared. Just…needing contact.
Muttie shifts until she’s practically draped across you. One arm circles your waist. Her other hand rests against your chest like she’s keeping track of your heartbeat. You feel her press her face into your shirt and inhale deeply.
“Still smells like you,” you whisper with a chuckle.
She rumbles in agreement. Then she pauses.
You feel it before you see it—her tongue. A slow, warm, curious lick over your neck.
You jump a little, startled. “Muttie!”
She tilts her head, confused but innocent, blinking those eye-less features at you with a cocked smile.
Another low, pleased purr.
She doesn’t get boundaries. Not in the way humans do. But she understands you. And you’re learning to understand her.
You sigh, wrapping an arm around her. “Alright, alright. Just don’t try to steal my pillow again.”
Her tail flicks.
Too late.
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