Can you make Petey and Tommy do {expurgated shocking sexual act}?
I can’t make them do anything. Petey and Tommy are real – I’m a soulbonder: Google it. The young furs in these stories come to me of their own volition, sometimes do silly and exasperating things in my bed at night which make it hard to sleep. But I’d never throw one out, nor stop him from eating cookies. Sometimes Petey and Tommy sit in the chair here with me, one on each arm with their footpaws on the seat, their muzzles sometimes on my head or neck. But they kiss and lick eachother, not me. On the other paw, you could always send a picture of yourself in said specified obscenity, and I’ll ask them about it.
