Twilit Lust

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THAT VERONICA IS ME 

on another muse

you want another chub vidya game character follow error69kinkfound A Veronica from Fallout: New Vegas

that me

The term fur what i am is a Sea Lion but other worlds s33m to picture a diffurrent creature when i say that.

I am quite literally an aquatic lioness. i have a feline head and mane, barbels instead of whiskers, big claws and huge finned paws, and a big heavy walrus butt behind me.

my tiddies are fucking huge and im into it >:33

im all round, getting rounder efurry day, and my stripes glow gr33n. 

That sounds beautiful! We don’t have Sea Lions, but I can picture that pretty clearly.

oh yes i will eat all of your fish. 

and yes, i tend to eat whatefur i can get in my jaws. i have no reason to not k33p packing on more blubber

its only beneficial, there’s no downsides to getting heavier. 

And awww, thank you sw33tie!! I’ve b33n told im quite the sight when i breach the surface. 

I will gladly throw you fish when you breach the surface! Just maybe not eat me for the moment. 

YOU FOOL, THAT’S HOW SHE GETS YOU FAT.

With a small cackle, Parfait darts off towards the machine at a near breakneck pace, kneeling beside the large tank and flipping a couple switches. Whirring to life, the motor starts with churning the slurry of ingredients further to prevent any possible separation. Once pleased with the mixing, the hose hisses to life and through it rolls the promised cake competitor.

It wouldn’t be long before the sugary, calorie loaded drink would fill his mouth, and as it crawls into his body Parfait squeals with delight, popping right back up onto her feet she can get up close and personal, perching behind his chair. “As you can see, it doesn’t take a genius to make a shake, but it takes an innovator to make it a hands free experience!”

It’s thick, and it takes a moment to get through the tube, but when it does it tastes just like cake. Cake in a more drinkable form, and Link looks surprised. It’s a perfect slurry of treats Parfait’s made, and not only is it a hands off way of eating it’s a much faster way. 

He doesn’t have to use up energy for chewing and grabbing, just lean back and let it go. In only a short time he consumes way more than he would in the same length, already feeling himself start to bloat, and fill. 

“Of course you love cake! Who doesn’t? Well, I’ve gone out of my way to make something even better than cake. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I really swear it’s good.”

Hopping off the table, she circles around Link as if surveying him, nodding and mumbling incomprehensible calculations. Once satisfied, she stopped by his side and thumped the tubing against his cheek playfully. “According to my math, a pudgy boy like you might even prefer this over cake. But where’s the treat, Mad Scientist Parfait?!” She gasps and presses a hand to her cheek, swapping to stand on the other side of Link.

“I’m so glad you asked, Audience Parfait! Let me show you…” Moving the tube to tap against Link’s lips, she quietly mouths ‘aaaah’ and points to Link.

His head swivels back and forth, trying to keep track of Parfait as she walks around and explains. 

Well, maybe Link wouldn’t call her a mad scientist, but his expression did show that he thought she was maybe a little off? A little? But he doesn’t say anything, still not connecting this promised concoction with the... oh. Hm. Maybe it’s coming together. 

Nodding his head slowly, he sighs and motions for Link to at least come a little closer. “…that’s fine. You can try tasting some of this, then.” 

Fidgeting with a fork and plucking it from the utensil drawer, he holds up a ribbon of stir fried beef, holding it out towards the hero with a hand beneath it to catch any dripping liquids.

“I worry I’ll ruin my appetite if I eat while I cook, so having you here is.. a better help than you’d know.”

Don’t worry, he might just lick some of the juices off Woo-Jin’s hand if he lets him, and if any drip down. Link steps closer a little bit, and very gently takes the ribbon of beef off the fork in his mouth. He chews, and the goodness of it is obvious on his face. 

Swallow. 

“Thhhh… yy….yyyyyy……y…yes?” which one does he want. what does he want to hear. Idly toiling at the stove, he kicked at the ground and took a deep breath. “….food’s pretty hot, but you’re….also… hot.”

Ah. Yes. Spicy boy. This is truly what he’s known for. It’s so much easier when he’s pretending to be cool, but when he’s basically acting like a filler house wife what’s the point in pretending? “…You don’t have to stay in the kitchen, it’s fine. I’m almost done, anyway.”

Aw, Link kinda feels bad again. This guy’s almost too nice. So he just plays a little dumb to show he’s not offended, still with that soft and pleasant smile on his face. 

“Thank you! But if it’s alright, I enjoy talking to you. Unless you feel that’ll distract you cooking...?