A taste of my own medicine? At least it tastes like chocolate...

Story by  Renard De Fleureaux
Art by Yours Truly

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“You are just doing great, sugar!” Gwen cooed, tousling Renard’s thick hair, which had the consistency of twizzlers and smelled curiously of strawberry syrup.

“Heh,” the hulking lolf had grown huge in an alarmingly short amount of time, but seeing how his arms bulged and his beefy pecs bounced these days, his girlfriend wasn’t complaining; she could get used to him smelling like overly sweet strawberries, and that, despite his reclaimed musclebound body, he was still noticeably soft. “Theo and Dan got this guy hooked on his own treats.”

“Well, yeah, but you were the one to break in and drag this, uh, blob in here,” Gwen smirked as Renard hoisted her up on her shoulders. “I’m starting to like the new you, hon.” She teased his broad chin, which had a small scruff of strawberry-red hair.

“I’m just the same as always,” Renard grinned, hefting Gwen as he tensed his arms, biceps swelling. He planted a foot on a previously immobile blob that moaned softly. “Aw, I think someone’s hungry again.”

Gwen looked over the huge, immobile tanuki, now a curious shade of dark brown. “You don’t think he’s had enough?”

“Well, after all the lifetime supplies he’s handed out, I think it’s only fair he got as much as he wants… oh, speaking of, I need to find the files for the other mascots. I wish this place had more shortcuts...”

“You gonna break through more walls just to show off?” Gwen asked.

Renard smirked. “You know it, babe.”