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“So that's where you were...” Bronwen's bass-boosted voice growled. "You sneaky speck."
Surprise! Another Final Fantasy flavored size spree come courtesy of
mr-rowboat! You didn't think I would leave it at just one picture of a plush Nu Mou? Did you?
FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT
THE NEXT MORNING
…
…
…?
Curiously did Bronwen amble about her shuttered store as muted pink streaks of sunlight bled through the windows. Aisle by aisle the Alchemist, adorned in her burgundy robe and pointed hat, squeezed through the shelves and took stock of her... well... stock.
“Hmm...” Finger pinched against her chin, the Nu Mou warily eyed every bottle, every vial, and every reagent claustrophobically crammed together. As she ogled one shelf the enchanted eye woven into her headwear scrutinized the one standing opposite to it. “Everything seems accounted for...”
Lips scrunched, the Alchemist waddled back on over towards the scene of the crime. Countless coins lay scattered across the soot stained floor beyond the counter. Hrmmmmmm. She would have half expected that flailing thief to scurry off with some change.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Step by plodding step, Paige's passed out and prone form slowly peeled free from Bronwen's sole.
The Nu Mou shuffled off towards the alembic and fume hood tucked into the far corner of her store. What Potions, Super Potions, X-Potions, and Ethers she had been brewing were exactly where she left them. As were the Potions of Vitality, Intelligence, and Strength. “Nothing? Really?” Bronwen's enchanted eye arched its stitched together brow in surprise. Perhaps her visitor had taken her haranguing to heart.
Arms crossed about her generous chest, Bronwen tamped her thick foot with a sigh. She half-wished they hadn't. Now who was she supposed to backbite and take to task over this right and proper mess?!
Paige's eyes wearily blinked in and out of focus as he came to. “Hwuh?” Forth and back and back and forth did the ground rise up to meet him before lurching away. “HUH?” The back of his head pinched between folds of soft and supple flesh, their grip growing all the more tenuous with every tamp, the Miqo'te mrowled and panickedly flailed about only to be cast off with a pronounced pop.
“Hum?” Bronwen's floppy ears perked to attention at sensation of a pebble tumbling free from the folds of her fat foot. Swiveling her heel, the Nu Mou squinted her eyes at the speck rolling about before her. Dropping to a crouch she pinched it betwixt her thick fingers.
A shy squeak escaped Paige's lips as wrinkled walls of flesh, akin to labyrinths, trapped him in place from above and below. His eyes collapsed into pinpricks at the sight of the horizon spanning snoot and sea-sized eyes glaring at him.
“So that's where you were...” Bronwen's bass-boosted voice growled. Clutching at her bosom with her free hand, and lips peeled back into a devilish smile, the Nu Mou chuckled to herself. A punishment, cruel and capricious beyond measure, sprang to mind.
“I. Uhm. I-I-I think I've overstayed my welcome,” Paige fearfully mewled.
“On the contrary!” Bronwen cooed. “Kick up your feet. Stay a while. Why... this is exactly where you ought to be. Come to think of it... I have the perfect place for you. Right... over...”
“Ma'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam!” Paige wailed.
“What,” Bronwen snipped back.
Slouched over the counter, and tears beading along his eyes, the frumpy feline huffed. “These customers are so... so... so mean!” he whined as he reluctantly manned the tills. To his dread, to his despair, Bronwen had cursed him with the most macabre punishment in all of Eorzea; Customer Service. Hand held out before him he counted off on his fingers all the trials and tribulations an afternoon alone had subjected him to. “They're entitled! They're impatient! They-”
“And you weren't when you tried to rob me?” the Nu Mou snapped as she labored alongside her alembic.
Cheeks puffed out, and flushed red with embarrassment, Paige harrumphed. “Couldn't you have just... kicked me out and called it a day?”
“No,” snooted the Alchemist. “Now stop your bellyaching. Lest you want me to turn you into the Yellowjackets?”
Ears folded flat against his head, the cream-colored cat wordlessly-
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Grumbled and grimbled in compliance when his shriveled up stomach growled.
“...What did I just say?” Bronwen shouted.
“I'm sorry!” Paige pleaded. “I haven't...”
GRMMMMMMMBLE
“I haven't had a proper bite to eat in days...”
Bronwen's enchanted eye regarded the thief with a pitiable look. Slouching forward, the Nu Mou shuffled out of sight without a word.
TINK
Only to return with a porcelain plate. Balanced atop it was a hot cup of Mulled Tea, a biscuit of Hardtack dunked into it, and a cluster of Lowland Grapes. “This enough to shut you up?” she irritably asked.
Lips quivering, and eyes watering, Paige reverently cupped the offered snack within his hands. With a sniffle he quietly, and emphatically, nodded.
“...Good,” Bronwen mumbled while her enchanted eye, wibbling and wobbling and on the verge of tears of its own, regarded him with glee. “Now keep it down!” As the Nu Mou turned her attention back to her alchemic endeavors her thick tail contentedly swished to and fro at the sound of Paige's purrs.
ONE SHIFT LATER
Squinting her eyes, the Alchemist harrumphed at blinding rays of the setting sun cutting through her workspace. “Alright. You've suffered enough.” Dragging an arm across her brow, Bronwen flared her nostrils. “Go on. Get,” she said with a swish of her hands.
“O-O-oh...” the humbled thief replied with palpable disappointment. “Y-y-you're sure?”
“...I mean. If you really want me to I could always think of new and creative ways to torment you-”
“GREAT!” Paige mrowled. “I-I-I mean. Oh noooooooooo!”
Brows half-lidded, Bronwen sheepishly rubbed at the back of her neck. Low as her opinion was of him... she had to admit the lad had conducted and carried himself with aplomb. Hmmm. With a shrug she thumbed to the scorch marks that pocked the floor come courtesy of all the traps he had bumbled through. “For starters... clean this mess up.”
“Yes, Ma'am!” the feline eeheed when the Alchemist shoved a broom at him.
A pronounced blush, comprised of folds of fabric, bunched against the underside of Bronwen's enchanted eye. “...We'll break bread when you're done. After that though! You're-” The Nu Mou hesitated when she saw how enthusiastically the raggedy Miqo'te threw himself into his work. His clothes were falling apart at the seams. He looked like he hadn't bathed in days. His scrapes and bruises refused to properly heal.
“...Going to need to freshen up,” Bronwen mumbled. “Can't have you stinking up the place. Much less looking like that.” Ambling towards the entrance, and sliding the bolts beside it into place, she huffed. She supposed it wouldn't kill her to set out a cot for him. And a fresh change of clothes. Annnnd a Potion...
But after that! Come the dawning of the new day! He was gone for sure!
...Is what Bronwen kept telling herself. For, following that charitable lapse in judgment, every day would Paige pretend to purloin the Nu Mou so as to invoke her ire and gleefully subject himself to yet another shift at her store. And every night he would break bread with her and rest his head on the most comfortable cot he had ever known. On and on this song and dance repeated, their friendship and affection for one another becoming all the more obvious, until...
Until the day a certain sharky Sea Wolf came a calling.
FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT
Surprise! Another Final Fantasy flavored size spree come courtesy of
mr-rowboat! You didn't think I would leave it at just one picture of a plush Nu Mou? Did you?FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT
THE NEXT MORNING
…
…
…?
Curiously did Bronwen amble about her shuttered store as muted pink streaks of sunlight bled through the windows. Aisle by aisle the Alchemist, adorned in her burgundy robe and pointed hat, squeezed through the shelves and took stock of her... well... stock.
“Hmm...” Finger pinched against her chin, the Nu Mou warily eyed every bottle, every vial, and every reagent claustrophobically crammed together. As she ogled one shelf the enchanted eye woven into her headwear scrutinized the one standing opposite to it. “Everything seems accounted for...”
Lips scrunched, the Alchemist waddled back on over towards the scene of the crime. Countless coins lay scattered across the soot stained floor beyond the counter. Hrmmmmmm. She would have half expected that flailing thief to scurry off with some change.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Step by plodding step, Paige's passed out and prone form slowly peeled free from Bronwen's sole.
The Nu Mou shuffled off towards the alembic and fume hood tucked into the far corner of her store. What Potions, Super Potions, X-Potions, and Ethers she had been brewing were exactly where she left them. As were the Potions of Vitality, Intelligence, and Strength. “Nothing? Really?” Bronwen's enchanted eye arched its stitched together brow in surprise. Perhaps her visitor had taken her haranguing to heart.
Arms crossed about her generous chest, Bronwen tamped her thick foot with a sigh. She half-wished they hadn't. Now who was she supposed to backbite and take to task over this right and proper mess?!
Paige's eyes wearily blinked in and out of focus as he came to. “Hwuh?” Forth and back and back and forth did the ground rise up to meet him before lurching away. “HUH?” The back of his head pinched between folds of soft and supple flesh, their grip growing all the more tenuous with every tamp, the Miqo'te mrowled and panickedly flailed about only to be cast off with a pronounced pop.
“Hum?” Bronwen's floppy ears perked to attention at sensation of a pebble tumbling free from the folds of her fat foot. Swiveling her heel, the Nu Mou squinted her eyes at the speck rolling about before her. Dropping to a crouch she pinched it betwixt her thick fingers.
A shy squeak escaped Paige's lips as wrinkled walls of flesh, akin to labyrinths, trapped him in place from above and below. His eyes collapsed into pinpricks at the sight of the horizon spanning snoot and sea-sized eyes glaring at him.
“So that's where you were...” Bronwen's bass-boosted voice growled. Clutching at her bosom with her free hand, and lips peeled back into a devilish smile, the Nu Mou chuckled to herself. A punishment, cruel and capricious beyond measure, sprang to mind.
“I. Uhm. I-I-I think I've overstayed my welcome,” Paige fearfully mewled.
“On the contrary!” Bronwen cooed. “Kick up your feet. Stay a while. Why... this is exactly where you ought to be. Come to think of it... I have the perfect place for you. Right... over...”
“Ma'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam!” Paige wailed.
“What,” Bronwen snipped back.
Slouched over the counter, and tears beading along his eyes, the frumpy feline huffed. “These customers are so... so... so mean!” he whined as he reluctantly manned the tills. To his dread, to his despair, Bronwen had cursed him with the most macabre punishment in all of Eorzea; Customer Service. Hand held out before him he counted off on his fingers all the trials and tribulations an afternoon alone had subjected him to. “They're entitled! They're impatient! They-”
“And you weren't when you tried to rob me?” the Nu Mou snapped as she labored alongside her alembic.
Cheeks puffed out, and flushed red with embarrassment, Paige harrumphed. “Couldn't you have just... kicked me out and called it a day?”
“No,” snooted the Alchemist. “Now stop your bellyaching. Lest you want me to turn you into the Yellowjackets?”
Ears folded flat against his head, the cream-colored cat wordlessly-
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Grumbled and grimbled in compliance when his shriveled up stomach growled.
“...What did I just say?” Bronwen shouted.
“I'm sorry!” Paige pleaded. “I haven't...”
GRMMMMMMMBLE
“I haven't had a proper bite to eat in days...”
Bronwen's enchanted eye regarded the thief with a pitiable look. Slouching forward, the Nu Mou shuffled out of sight without a word.
TINK
Only to return with a porcelain plate. Balanced atop it was a hot cup of Mulled Tea, a biscuit of Hardtack dunked into it, and a cluster of Lowland Grapes. “This enough to shut you up?” she irritably asked.
Lips quivering, and eyes watering, Paige reverently cupped the offered snack within his hands. With a sniffle he quietly, and emphatically, nodded.
“...Good,” Bronwen mumbled while her enchanted eye, wibbling and wobbling and on the verge of tears of its own, regarded him with glee. “Now keep it down!” As the Nu Mou turned her attention back to her alchemic endeavors her thick tail contentedly swished to and fro at the sound of Paige's purrs.
ONE SHIFT LATER
Squinting her eyes, the Alchemist harrumphed at blinding rays of the setting sun cutting through her workspace. “Alright. You've suffered enough.” Dragging an arm across her brow, Bronwen flared her nostrils. “Go on. Get,” she said with a swish of her hands.
“O-O-oh...” the humbled thief replied with palpable disappointment. “Y-y-you're sure?”
“...I mean. If you really want me to I could always think of new and creative ways to torment you-”
“GREAT!” Paige mrowled. “I-I-I mean. Oh noooooooooo!”
Brows half-lidded, Bronwen sheepishly rubbed at the back of her neck. Low as her opinion was of him... she had to admit the lad had conducted and carried himself with aplomb. Hmmm. With a shrug she thumbed to the scorch marks that pocked the floor come courtesy of all the traps he had bumbled through. “For starters... clean this mess up.”
“Yes, Ma'am!” the feline eeheed when the Alchemist shoved a broom at him.
A pronounced blush, comprised of folds of fabric, bunched against the underside of Bronwen's enchanted eye. “...We'll break bread when you're done. After that though! You're-” The Nu Mou hesitated when she saw how enthusiastically the raggedy Miqo'te threw himself into his work. His clothes were falling apart at the seams. He looked like he hadn't bathed in days. His scrapes and bruises refused to properly heal.
“...Going to need to freshen up,” Bronwen mumbled. “Can't have you stinking up the place. Much less looking like that.” Ambling towards the entrance, and sliding the bolts beside it into place, she huffed. She supposed it wouldn't kill her to set out a cot for him. And a fresh change of clothes. Annnnd a Potion...
But after that! Come the dawning of the new day! He was gone for sure!
...Is what Bronwen kept telling herself. For, following that charitable lapse in judgment, every day would Paige pretend to purloin the Nu Mou so as to invoke her ire and gleefully subject himself to yet another shift at her store. And every night he would break bread with her and rest his head on the most comfortable cot he had ever known. On and on this song and dance repeated, their friendship and affection for one another becoming all the more obvious, until...
Until the day a certain sharky Sea Wolf came a calling.
FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Nu Mou
Size 1717 x 2146px
File Size 3.5 MB
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