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“You've stolen much of my time, Thief.” A profuse blush enveloped the Nu Mou's cheeks as she playfully blepped out her tongue. “And my heart...” she thought to herself. “As such!” she ahemhemed. “It's only right that I punish you.” Tugging at the neck of her robe with her free hand, and revealing her cavernous cleavage, Bronwen relaxed her grip on her pint-sized prisoner.
Surprise! Another Final Fantasy flavored size spree come courtesy of
mr-rowboat! So concludes the Nu Mou silly sizes. For now.
FIRST, PREVIOUS, -
BACK IN THE PRESENT
“What were you thinking?” Paige repeated back to Bronwen with a bashful mewl as they retreated from their reminiscing. “Well...”
“Were you seriously just about to give my rhetorical question a rhetorical answer?” grumbled the Nu Mou.
“Nuh. Nooooooooooo,” coughed the Warrior of Light.
Bronwen tiredly blinked. “When I arranged for your invitation to the Rogue's Guild that was supposed to be the end of it. That was supposed to be your cue, your clue, that you could and should leave this place and its people behind you. That Hawker's Alley would only ever suffocate and stifle your potential.” She slapped her hands against the table. “AND YET.”
“...I kept coming back,” Paige sheepishly acknowledged. “Keep coming back even.”
“When will you leaaaaaarn,” Bronwen whined. Head tossed back, and hat draped over her snoot, the enchanted eye sewn upon the Alchemist's headwear betrayed her words. Unfettered glee, infectious and affirming, radiated out from it. She had always known that the fledgling thief, so kind and so caring, deserved far more than she could offer. That Paige had gone on to become the vaunted Warrior of Light... why Bronwen's heart overflowed with pride at the thought.
“When will you?” teased the Rogue. Even as Bronwen put on acrimonious airs, and went to increasingly exaggerated lengths to keep him away, Paige simply refused to oblige. Never would he ever forget about her, never would he ever abandon her, no matter how hard she bid him try. She meant too much to him, and he to her, to ever stay away overlong.
Hand cupped to her forehead, and ears flopping beside her, Bronwen kneaded out the wrinkles in her brow with a sigh. Forcing him away was much for her own good as it was his. If she let herself grow too attached she eventually wouldn't, couldn't, bear to let him leave. How selfish would she be to stifle the ambitions of a hero to all the realm? “...If I provide you with Potions for your Sprout will that shut you up? Will that keep you from darkening my doorstep?”
“For now,” Paige tentatively promised. Rising from his seat, he circled round the table and shamelessly slipped his hands beneath the Alchemist's arms. Ignoring her protests he lifted her up and embraced her with an emphatic hug. “Missed you, Ma'am.”
“...Missed you too,” the Nu Mou muttered under her breath. Nuzzling into his neck the both of them shared a shy giggle. As Bronwen pulled back, and their eyes met, their lips unconsciously pursed. Drawing close-
KNOCK KNOCK
“ACK!”
A smoldering blush enveloped the whole of Paige's head and her own. Shoving off from each other the Rogue and the Alchemist desperately tried to save face. Frantically reaching out for the till, and the scales piled high with Gil, Bronwen slapped the coins aside.
“MREOW?”
And triggered the countless traps tucked away behind her counter. With a flustered mrowl, and a puff of smoke, Paige shrank away to near nothing in an instant.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“BE RIGHT WITH YOU!” Bronwen hoarsely shouted. Dropping to a crouch, and pinching Paige between her fattened fingers, the Nu Mou clutched at her bosom with her free hand. Her lips promptly peeled back into a shy smile. “You've stolen much of my time, Thief.”
A profuse blush enveloped the Nu Mou's cheeks as she playfully blepped out her tongue. “And my heart...” she thought to herself. “As such!” she ahemhemed. “It's only right that I punish you.” Tugging at the neck of her robe with her free hand, and revealing her cavernous cleavage, Bronwen relaxed her grip on her pint-sized prisoner.
“Mrow?!” Tumbling through the open air, and bouncing along her curves, Paige tumbled down between her breasts. The Rogue couldn't help but meep when the shortstack's celestial bodies gently clapped against and kneaded him between them.
“Enjoy your new prison, Thief,” cooed the Nu Mou. With a shy giggle she buried her snoot into her cleavage and blew him a kiss. “We'll speak more of your Sprout, and my aid, later. Until then...” she trailed off as the sky-spanning curtain of her robe snapped back into place. “I-”
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“I SAID HOLD YOUR HIPPOGRYPHS! SEVEN HELLS!”
FIRST, PREVIOUS, -
Surprise! Another Final Fantasy flavored size spree come courtesy of
mr-rowboat! So concludes the Nu Mou silly sizes. For now.FIRST, PREVIOUS, -
BACK IN THE PRESENT
“What were you thinking?” Paige repeated back to Bronwen with a bashful mewl as they retreated from their reminiscing. “Well...”
“Were you seriously just about to give my rhetorical question a rhetorical answer?” grumbled the Nu Mou.
“Nuh. Nooooooooooo,” coughed the Warrior of Light.
Bronwen tiredly blinked. “When I arranged for your invitation to the Rogue's Guild that was supposed to be the end of it. That was supposed to be your cue, your clue, that you could and should leave this place and its people behind you. That Hawker's Alley would only ever suffocate and stifle your potential.” She slapped her hands against the table. “AND YET.”
“...I kept coming back,” Paige sheepishly acknowledged. “Keep coming back even.”
“When will you leaaaaaarn,” Bronwen whined. Head tossed back, and hat draped over her snoot, the enchanted eye sewn upon the Alchemist's headwear betrayed her words. Unfettered glee, infectious and affirming, radiated out from it. She had always known that the fledgling thief, so kind and so caring, deserved far more than she could offer. That Paige had gone on to become the vaunted Warrior of Light... why Bronwen's heart overflowed with pride at the thought.
“When will you?” teased the Rogue. Even as Bronwen put on acrimonious airs, and went to increasingly exaggerated lengths to keep him away, Paige simply refused to oblige. Never would he ever forget about her, never would he ever abandon her, no matter how hard she bid him try. She meant too much to him, and he to her, to ever stay away overlong.
Hand cupped to her forehead, and ears flopping beside her, Bronwen kneaded out the wrinkles in her brow with a sigh. Forcing him away was much for her own good as it was his. If she let herself grow too attached she eventually wouldn't, couldn't, bear to let him leave. How selfish would she be to stifle the ambitions of a hero to all the realm? “...If I provide you with Potions for your Sprout will that shut you up? Will that keep you from darkening my doorstep?”
“For now,” Paige tentatively promised. Rising from his seat, he circled round the table and shamelessly slipped his hands beneath the Alchemist's arms. Ignoring her protests he lifted her up and embraced her with an emphatic hug. “Missed you, Ma'am.”
“...Missed you too,” the Nu Mou muttered under her breath. Nuzzling into his neck the both of them shared a shy giggle. As Bronwen pulled back, and their eyes met, their lips unconsciously pursed. Drawing close-
KNOCK KNOCK
“ACK!”
A smoldering blush enveloped the whole of Paige's head and her own. Shoving off from each other the Rogue and the Alchemist desperately tried to save face. Frantically reaching out for the till, and the scales piled high with Gil, Bronwen slapped the coins aside.
“MREOW?”
And triggered the countless traps tucked away behind her counter. With a flustered mrowl, and a puff of smoke, Paige shrank away to near nothing in an instant.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“BE RIGHT WITH YOU!” Bronwen hoarsely shouted. Dropping to a crouch, and pinching Paige between her fattened fingers, the Nu Mou clutched at her bosom with her free hand. Her lips promptly peeled back into a shy smile. “You've stolen much of my time, Thief.”
A profuse blush enveloped the Nu Mou's cheeks as she playfully blepped out her tongue. “And my heart...” she thought to herself. “As such!” she ahemhemed. “It's only right that I punish you.” Tugging at the neck of her robe with her free hand, and revealing her cavernous cleavage, Bronwen relaxed her grip on her pint-sized prisoner.
“Mrow?!” Tumbling through the open air, and bouncing along her curves, Paige tumbled down between her breasts. The Rogue couldn't help but meep when the shortstack's celestial bodies gently clapped against and kneaded him between them.
“Enjoy your new prison, Thief,” cooed the Nu Mou. With a shy giggle she buried her snoot into her cleavage and blew him a kiss. “We'll speak more of your Sprout, and my aid, later. Until then...” she trailed off as the sky-spanning curtain of her robe snapped back into place. “I-”
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“I SAID HOLD YOUR HIPPOGRYPHS! SEVEN HELLS!”
FIRST, PREVIOUS, -
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Nu Mou
Size 2146 x 1717px
File Size 2.76 MB
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