The werewolf was frustrated. What was tonight supposed to be? Sergeant Wolf didn't even want to go on a date. He remembered what his friend had said.
"Oh, come on, Sarge! It'll be great!" The friend had remarked, rubbing Sarge's large belly. "They'll love how your big, fat, and fluffy!"
Sarge looked away, unsure of how to properly respond.
"It's just a blind date, not the end of the world. I've even booked it at one of your favorite restaurants!" The friend exclaimed.
"And... now I'm here." Sergeant Wolf looked down at his phone. He didn't need to unlock it to see the message his friend had sent.
A little white text box gave enough context for Sarge to understand what had happened. "Sorry, tonight's canceled. They found someo..." The rest of the message was cut off, but Sarge did not want to experience the dread of reading a negative message.
"Figures." The werewolf leaned an arm against the wall as he stared out at the dining area. It was later in the evening tonight, not many couples were out and about. He had been waiting for thirty minutes... just to get a text. "I didn't even want to go on a date tonight." The werewolf's ears tilted backward as he stifled a sob.
"Pardon me." A deep, gruff, yet surprisingly-gentle voice remarked. Sergeant Wolf looked up from his phone. He found himself looking into the foggy-blue eyes of a rather imposing figure. From what Sergeant Wolf could guess, this person was an orca... with a pipe in his mouth. Though it wasn't lit, Sergeant Wolf could only assume by voice alone that this hefty figure was an avid pipe smoker. With Sarge's nose, he could smell a slight odor of the ocean. A sailor, perhaps? Or did that odor come with the territory of being an orca?
"Oh, uh... sorry." The werewolf looked behind himself, seeing a "Restroom" side just behind him. "Didn't mean to get in your way."
"Nah, I wasn't heading to the restroom. I came over to say hi." The orca bit his pipe, making a sucking sound as he did. The orca made a side glance toward the said piece of wood sticking out of his mouth. He grumbled for a moment before looking back at Sarge. "No smoking sign. They confiscated my lighter so now I just have the pipe!" He took the pipe out and presented it to Sarge.
Sarge looked down at it, then at the orca. "It's... uh... very rustic looking?"
"Made it myself!" The orca remarked, placing the pipe back into the corner of his mouth. "Sailing is a great load of fun, but sometimes you just find ways to pass the time. turns out I became a good whittler."
"Ahh." The werewolf looked down at the orca's midriff. It was now that he noticed his belly was almost touching this orca's belly. The werewolf felt flustered with this concept.
The orca followed Sarge's gaze and then gave a hearty laugh. "Yeah, I know! turns out, lotsa food and whittling really caught up with me!" The orca patted his belly, letting it jiggle a bit. "O' course, it may also be cuz I got turned into an orca a good while ago!"
The werewolf's ears perked up. "Wait, you weren't always-"
"Fat?" The orca put a hand to his chin thoughtfully as he pulled out his pipe with the free hand. "Aaaah. Been a while. got real depressed fer a while... so that possibly had somethin' to do with it. But, s'all good now! I just get a bit lonely from time ta' time!"
"I... know that feeling." The werewolf sighed, looking back down at the orca's belly. It was a bit further away than before, making Sarge feel more flustered. He didn't realize how fat he had gotten until now when just talking to someone four feet away meant he'd be touching bellies with them.
"It's Valentine's Day. Place is a good eatery, through and through. I come here a lot just for the food, but I certainly noticed they're doing free meals today for any couple!" The orca tilted his head to the side as he placed his hand on the wall. "Didja notice?"
"Yeah." The werewolf gritted his teeth, taking a step back.
The orca's smile faded as he saw this. "I'm sorry." The orca stared down at Sarge's phone. "Here alone? Guess someone was a no-show."
Sarge looked down at his phone, then up at the orca. "Surprising that you figured that out from my phone."
"Beena round the block, uh...." The orca frowned, extending a hand that barely reached out further than his own belly. "Tybalt's my name."
Sarge grabbed Tybalt's hand and shook it. "Sarge. Sergeant Wolf."
"Well, Sarge, I've been around the block a few times... and noticed you were over here on your lonesome. Though, if you want my opinion..."
"About?" the werewolf's left ear tilted downward as his expression became cautionary.
"Whoever that no-show was doesn't deserve someone as handsome, sweet-hearted, and lovely as you are!"
"Oh...." the werewolf felt himself blush as he looked back down at Tybalt's belly. Sarge felt his tail begin to wag. "Yeah... someone set me up on a blind date. Date cancelled."
"I was also waiting for my date!" Tybalt remarked as his eyes lit up. "Like birds of a feather, eh?"
"Oh, really?" The werewolf became visibly distraught at this remark. He had thought the orca was leading to something. "Who is it?"
Sarge bit his lip. He felt mortified now. Some fifty-year-old orca was just gonna talk about how he was having a good date. The guy was gonna rub it in! Sarge should've known better. Now this person was going to make fun of Sa-
"It's you." The orca leaned in closely, pressing his belly into Sarge's. The werewolf could feel the warm ball squishing against his own, making his tail wag more intensely. "I noticed you'd been eyeing my belly... and, if you promise to be my valentine date tonight, I'll let you have more fun with my belly later!"
The werewolf looked back into the foggy-blue eyes and smiled. "Birds of a feather, huh?" He knew he was going to like this man.
~~~~~
Valentine's Day drawing! Seems Sarge's getting a date with quite a dad-of-a-man! A large orca with a big belly AND suspenders? Goodness, poor woof's gonna have trouble keeping his excitement a secret.
~~~~~
Sergeant Wolf/ Tybalt/ Story © pikminpedia Me
"Oh, come on, Sarge! It'll be great!" The friend had remarked, rubbing Sarge's large belly. "They'll love how your big, fat, and fluffy!"
Sarge looked away, unsure of how to properly respond.
"It's just a blind date, not the end of the world. I've even booked it at one of your favorite restaurants!" The friend exclaimed.
"And... now I'm here." Sergeant Wolf looked down at his phone. He didn't need to unlock it to see the message his friend had sent.
A little white text box gave enough context for Sarge to understand what had happened. "Sorry, tonight's canceled. They found someo..." The rest of the message was cut off, but Sarge did not want to experience the dread of reading a negative message.
"Figures." The werewolf leaned an arm against the wall as he stared out at the dining area. It was later in the evening tonight, not many couples were out and about. He had been waiting for thirty minutes... just to get a text. "I didn't even want to go on a date tonight." The werewolf's ears tilted backward as he stifled a sob.
"Pardon me." A deep, gruff, yet surprisingly-gentle voice remarked. Sergeant Wolf looked up from his phone. He found himself looking into the foggy-blue eyes of a rather imposing figure. From what Sergeant Wolf could guess, this person was an orca... with a pipe in his mouth. Though it wasn't lit, Sergeant Wolf could only assume by voice alone that this hefty figure was an avid pipe smoker. With Sarge's nose, he could smell a slight odor of the ocean. A sailor, perhaps? Or did that odor come with the territory of being an orca?
"Oh, uh... sorry." The werewolf looked behind himself, seeing a "Restroom" side just behind him. "Didn't mean to get in your way."
"Nah, I wasn't heading to the restroom. I came over to say hi." The orca bit his pipe, making a sucking sound as he did. The orca made a side glance toward the said piece of wood sticking out of his mouth. He grumbled for a moment before looking back at Sarge. "No smoking sign. They confiscated my lighter so now I just have the pipe!" He took the pipe out and presented it to Sarge.
Sarge looked down at it, then at the orca. "It's... uh... very rustic looking?"
"Made it myself!" The orca remarked, placing the pipe back into the corner of his mouth. "Sailing is a great load of fun, but sometimes you just find ways to pass the time. turns out I became a good whittler."
"Ahh." The werewolf looked down at the orca's midriff. It was now that he noticed his belly was almost touching this orca's belly. The werewolf felt flustered with this concept.
The orca followed Sarge's gaze and then gave a hearty laugh. "Yeah, I know! turns out, lotsa food and whittling really caught up with me!" The orca patted his belly, letting it jiggle a bit. "O' course, it may also be cuz I got turned into an orca a good while ago!"
The werewolf's ears perked up. "Wait, you weren't always-"
"Fat?" The orca put a hand to his chin thoughtfully as he pulled out his pipe with the free hand. "Aaaah. Been a while. got real depressed fer a while... so that possibly had somethin' to do with it. But, s'all good now! I just get a bit lonely from time ta' time!"
"I... know that feeling." The werewolf sighed, looking back down at the orca's belly. It was a bit further away than before, making Sarge feel more flustered. He didn't realize how fat he had gotten until now when just talking to someone four feet away meant he'd be touching bellies with them.
"It's Valentine's Day. Place is a good eatery, through and through. I come here a lot just for the food, but I certainly noticed they're doing free meals today for any couple!" The orca tilted his head to the side as he placed his hand on the wall. "Didja notice?"
"Yeah." The werewolf gritted his teeth, taking a step back.
The orca's smile faded as he saw this. "I'm sorry." The orca stared down at Sarge's phone. "Here alone? Guess someone was a no-show."
Sarge looked down at his phone, then up at the orca. "Surprising that you figured that out from my phone."
"Beena round the block, uh...." The orca frowned, extending a hand that barely reached out further than his own belly. "Tybalt's my name."
Sarge grabbed Tybalt's hand and shook it. "Sarge. Sergeant Wolf."
"Well, Sarge, I've been around the block a few times... and noticed you were over here on your lonesome. Though, if you want my opinion..."
"About?" the werewolf's left ear tilted downward as his expression became cautionary.
"Whoever that no-show was doesn't deserve someone as handsome, sweet-hearted, and lovely as you are!"
"Oh...." the werewolf felt himself blush as he looked back down at Tybalt's belly. Sarge felt his tail begin to wag. "Yeah... someone set me up on a blind date. Date cancelled."
"I was also waiting for my date!" Tybalt remarked as his eyes lit up. "Like birds of a feather, eh?"
"Oh, really?" The werewolf became visibly distraught at this remark. He had thought the orca was leading to something. "Who is it?"
Sarge bit his lip. He felt mortified now. Some fifty-year-old orca was just gonna talk about how he was having a good date. The guy was gonna rub it in! Sarge should've known better. Now this person was going to make fun of Sa-
"It's you." The orca leaned in closely, pressing his belly into Sarge's. The werewolf could feel the warm ball squishing against his own, making his tail wag more intensely. "I noticed you'd been eyeing my belly... and, if you promise to be my valentine date tonight, I'll let you have more fun with my belly later!"
The werewolf looked back into the foggy-blue eyes and smiled. "Birds of a feather, huh?" He knew he was going to like this man.
~~~~~
Valentine's Day drawing! Seems Sarge's getting a date with quite a dad-of-a-man! A large orca with a big belly AND suspenders? Goodness, poor woof's gonna have trouble keeping his excitement a secret.
~~~~~
Sergeant Wolf/ Tybalt/ Story © pikminpedia Me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Wolf
Gender Male
Size 1162 x 1280px
I’d play with both of their bellies for hours if that wasn’t being a third wheel.
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