So I said before about rekindling my interests in the Sonic world and thus, I cooked up that trio. Here's the first standalone featuring one of those characters, Jazel the Bat, who, despite her curves and gluttonous appetite is still able to fly...

This pic also comes with a bit of a short story, challenged myself to write something no longer than two pages of A4 in MS word. Practice conciseness and all that!

Hope you enjoy!

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=Chow time=
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The musical jingling of keys and muffled rustling of a paper bag echoed along the quiet, evening street. A solitary figure stood outside of one of the many industrial units and fumbled to get the door open, the solitary light pulsing from a battered overhead lamp doing very little to assist in that task. Finally managing to get their key into the lock and turn it, the figure pushed the door open with their elbow and made their way inside. The units interior was thankfully quiet as she made her way in, and despite the night outside being quite chilly, the inside seemed even colder. Dropping her keys in her pocket and reaffirming her grip on a bulging brown paper bag held under one arm, she reached for the panel of switches beside the door. A practised hand flicking on two of them, the hum of electricity filled the area as a quartet of overhead beams flickered to life, bathing the area in a warming glow and illuminating a considerable portion of a spacious workshop. In particular, the main floor and kitchen area. Sweeping her leg back and pushing the door shut with her foot, she closed the latches and stepped out of the shadows, revealing herself to be quite a tall, Mobian bat. A pair of large black leathery wings flexed from her back as she stretched out, the amply curved swell of her hips and bust putting the dark grey flight suit that clothed her under considerable strain.

Smacking her lips in anticipation of an evening meal, she made her way through the open floor. Passing beneath the metal steps leading up to the office space above, and into the small kitchenette which occupied one corner. Taking the hefty paper bag from beneath her arm and depositing it on the table she turned her attentions to the refrigerator, retrieving a chilled bottle of Dragon chilli super-hot sauce. Taking a clean plate and the sauce to the table she elegantly hooked a chair leg with her foot and pulled it free. Her flight suit groaned in protest as she sat down, uncaring of the creaking of wood beneath her plush rear or the screech the chair made across the laminate floor as she scooted closer to the table. A loud, rumbling growl sounded from the hefty paunch of her stomach as she reached for the bag. In her haste to open it she tore it down one side, resulting in a mass escape of French fries. Piling the loose fries onto the plate she reached into the bag and began laying out the contents. First on the table was a particularly large foil wrapped object, the heat of which she felt through her gloved fingers. A dribble of warm, pungent juice dripped from the package, the aroma of grilled meat hinting at its contents. Next was a jumbo sized card sleeve packed to bursting with spiced fries, seemingly still full despite the number of escaped morsels. Her eager hands tore the bag further as she drew out the final item. A jumbo shake and accompanying straw. Upending the bag, she spilled out a medley of wet wipes and napkins for later use.

With her meal laid bare before her, she popped open the bottle of hot sauce and slathered the fries in an alarmingly bright red liquid. As they marinaded in the lethal concoction, she started unfolding the foil wrapper as tenderly as she could, not daring to upset the treasure within. When she was finished, her prize lay before her. An eager tongue ran across plump black lips, sweeping tendrils of drool from the tips of her fangs as she eyed her dinner with an animalistic, almost carnal lust. Tendrils of steam rose into the air, wafting the heady scent of grilled meat to her nostrils. Inhaling a deep breath that pushed the swell of her cleavage up out of her flight suit, she pulled the burger closer. The lightly toasted bread was soaked through with the excessive juices leaking from the meat. At four inches thick, the quadruple patty with its triple cheese, pickles and onion was Roadside Burger's largest menu item. Flame grilled and slathered in enough hot sauce to ignite a small volcano. "Ohhh baby…come to mama" she crooned lowly as her gloved fingers sank into the toasted bun, lifting it up. Brilliant yellow eyes half lidded as they focused solely on bringing the burger to the brink of being devoured. Her lips parted, tendrils of drool oozing from her fangs as she prepared to bite down. Her jaw on the verge of dislocation as she took her first bite, an audible chomp as she forced such an excess of food into her ravenous maw that her cheeks bulged obscenely.
The layers of pickle and onion crunched audibly as her teeth sliced through them, purposefully left raw at her request. The sharp tang of their juices dancing on her tongue for the briefest of moments before it was overwhelmed by the far richer flavours from the meat. The subtle smoky flavours accentuated by the creamy sliced cheese, causing an involuntary shudder of pleasure to course down her spine. A small river of juice seeped from between her lips as she worked her jaws slowly, her mouth far too full to contain it all. Chewing leisurely she savoured the mixture of potent flavours. Then came the kick. She felt the initial cool caress of the hot sauce grace her tastebuds before the full burn suddenly erupted, flooding her tongue with a fierce heat and burning at the inside of her cheeks. At that moment her powerful jaws began working in earnest, mixing all those glorious flavours together. She could have chewed that single mouthful for minutes, and would have done if the sudden and insistent growling of her stomach demanding satiation had not broken her reverie. Happy to oblige her gut, she swallowed mightily, a noticeable bulge travelling down her throat even as she contemplated her next bite. Holding the burger in one hand and transferring her attention to the plate nearby, she grabbed a fistful of fries and unceremoniously crammed them haphazardly into her mouth. Though muted in flavour compared to the burger (the hot sauce the fries had been swimming in notwithstanding) they were nevertheless fully savoured. Before they had even hit her stomach she took another huge mouthful from the burger. Savouring every greasy chew before swallowing and turning her attention to the jumbo sized cup nearby.

As of yet untouched, it seemed to call to her. Demanding she slake the fire of the hot sauce with the cold contents. The rivulets of condensation trickling down its sides merely emphasised the calling, idly she mused that she would catch hell later for not putting a coaster, or even a napkin beneath it.
Pinching the straw between two fingers and a thumb, she stirred the dark, viscous contents within, then sealed her lips around the tube and sucked. Her cheeks, along with her formidable stomach drew in as she drew up a stream of thick triple chocolate shake. The icy beverage quelling the burning residue of hot sauce as she quaffed mouthful after mouthful. Gulping loudly she sucked up almost half of the cup before popping the straw free, then returned her attentions to the fries. Polishing off the remaining snacks and lifting the plate up to her lips, she drank the remaining lake of hot sauce, then attacked the burger again. It took another three hefty mouthfuls before the task was done. On swallowing the last bite she pushed herself from the table and stood up, her belt joined in with the frantic creaking of her flight suit as her stuffed belly bulged over and under the buckle. One hand reached out to retrieve the milkshake. Draining the remaining contents and letting out a contented "Ahhh" as she tossed the empty cup into the nearby garbage can. She gave her gut an affectionate pat, which resulted in a deep rumble, followed by table quaking belch. Sucking the residue juices from the tips of her gloves she sauntered over to the other side of the kitchenette and dropped herself down on a beaten, but otherwise extremely comfortable sofa. With her ample rear devouring one of the seats, she decided to lay back and sleep off her meal. Gathering the two cushions from either end of the sofa and plumping them, she set them up on one end, then fumbled with the buckle on her belt. Her stomach bouncing as it was freed from its confines.

Tucking her wings behind her and laying back, she folded her arms behind her head and wriggled to get comfy. Her stomach rumbled loudly as she settled. Four quarter pounder patties and fries not quite enough to drive the pangs of hunger away. She contemplated getting up to raid the fridge. There was at least one family sized bar of chocolate in there that she knew of, and a few other things. She idly ran her tongue across her fangs several times before thinking better of it, Avery would go nuts if she ate all of her gherkins again.

Besides, she was on a diet after all.

Fin.


Jazel & Story -  Atypicalspider

Artwork - https://twitter.com/jindwulf

Colours by -  Kitsune Den

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