Yoga Pants
#174 of Patreon Reward Vignettes
Eleventh Vignette for FA: Pickra , again featuring Forest and Trissie
Pickra's up early to go on a morning run with Forest, the wuff having invited him to take part in his routine. What he doesn't expect is that his friend will arrive late with some extra baggage in tow, very appealing extraneous junk in the trunk. An absolute DUMPT--
...Anyway
Contains: Yoga Pants, Wide Hipped Boys, Delicious Description of Derrieres, Vore Tattoos, Tell-Tale Tailwag, Unasked for Groping, Playful Threats, Hesitation, Predscape Shenanigans, Implied Vore, Post-Digestion Weight Gain, Sweaty from Exercise, Change of Pants, Sentient Fat and Verbally Teasing Your Butt.
Forest is Himself
Pickra is Wuff Butt Himself
Trissie is Wuff Food Herself
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Pickra was wearing a very low-weight sleeveless hoodie, filling up his water bottle from a cement-clad filling station in the park. The feline's slender, toned frame at the top was juxtaposed with the absolute breadth of his backside. Tight yoga pants strained to contain his posterior, across which was printed 'Mouse Storage', merrily advertising to anyone who took a look just what side of the foodchain he purported to be on.
His ears perked up as he heard approaching footsteps. "Hey kitty," The familiar voice of his friend Forest preluded the wuff's appearance. "Sorry I'm late, but I had to borrow some pants from Fomo."
Pickra blinked, standing upright at this excuse. Why would Forest borrow clothes from a mouse over a foot shorter than him and matching the feline's breadth in the hip department? He turned to face his lupine friend and his pupils dilated.
Forest was wearing a similar pair of yoga pants to Pickra's, but the legs only went down to just below the knee, revealing his socks sticking out of his running shoes. The reason for this clothing choice was immediately evident. Somehow, the wuff had managed to outclass the kitty in the hip department. And so suddenly as to need to borrow clothes for it!
The wuff appeared not to notice the shocked expression on Pickra's face. Or he was just used to the kitty's pupils becoming saucers when looking at him. The kitty was very easy to read in his interest in Forest, after all. "So... do you wanna start running?"
The feline cleared his throat with a slight hitch, raising one hand half-way to a position to catch a cough if it escalated. "Uh... Forest... how'd you get so... curvaceous?"
Forest tilted his head slightly, as if he didn't know what the kitty was talking about. However, his tail began to merrily wag behind him, belying that he knew exactly what that meant. "I'm not sure what you mean, Kitty."
Pickra took a step to walk partway around Forest, getting a better look at his hips... they were so large and soft... maybe even better formed than the feline's! And atop the wagging tail, exposed from the strap holding the seat of the yoga pants up, was a small diamond shape, in lavender, a color found no where else in the lupine's coat. A marking he was familiar with.
"Did..." The kitty blushed a little bit, finishing his short walk to behind the wuff. "Did all of this come from Trissie?"
Forest looked over his shoulder. "All of what?" He continued to look innocent, but his tail started moving double-time, sending pleasant wobbles through the tautly held posterior in question. He looked back forward to check a message on his phone. "I swear, kitty, I didn't think you'd react to me this strongly in lycra."
Pickra frowned at the act and just grabbed a handful of each cheek, feeling the soft plushness creep around his fingers despite the straining fabric. "This!"
The wuff let out a little yip at the sudden squeeze, his tail's beating motion arresting for a moment. He turned his head over the other shoulder to glance back at Pickra. His expression was now anything but innocent. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as his tail began wagging slowly again.
The feline blinked in surprise, hands still on the lupine's rear, but not squeezing so intensely anymore.
"If you keep that up..." There was a bit of a growl in Forest's voice. "You'll be taking her place~"
Pickra quivered. He swallowed, hesitating in either removing his hands or doubling down and giving another squeeze... all the while, the emerald green eye was watching him, and his expression...
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Trissie let out a soft squeak in surprise as she landed on the couch. The skunkette blushed a bit. It was rare that she was ejected through the warmth so forcefully. Of course, nothing hurt... it was just a surprise, considering how intent the wuff had been to keep her right where she was...