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Anonymous Sun 25 Aug 2024 03:15:17 No.68562869 Report

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>>68562671
E3 Inco is stressing out about university when Olivia suddenly decides to crawl over and pretends to nom on his ankles. She doesn't let up on her bit until Inco is laughing and in a better mood. Inco helps Olivia up onto the couch afterwards and they just snuggle together.

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Anonymous Sun 25 Aug 2024 05:22:55 No.68566198 Report

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aight lettuce begin
yoink
>>68562869

>As she sat on the counter of their apartment’s kitchen, a smile crossed Olivia’s muzzle.
>Leaning over, she plucked the lid from the crockpot she had been fussing over off-and-on throughout the day, in-between her streaming obligations.
>A cloud of warm steam billowed forth, smacking her in the face and caused her to jerk her head back with a wince–only for that same smile to return, now full of satisfaction, as she saw what lay within.
>Immaculate beef pasta, tender as could, the meat of such melt-in-your-mouth quality that Uncle Randy was surely smiling with pride back at the Payne residence.
>An experimental sip of a ladleful of broth confirmed that, as Vinny would say, this pot was absolutely bussin’, yo.
>She wanted to make something special this evening, and had succeeded.
>Inco was spending the night home for the first time this week. He deserved it.

>”Inky!” She lifted a claw to her muzzle to amplify her call down the hallway. “Dinner’s done, get in here!”
>Humming to herself, she eagerly poured a bowlful for the both of them, scooting across the floor on her knees towards their little, square dining room table.
>And yet, as her own bowl of noodles softly clinked on the wood, she came to realize that she had yet to hear the telltale creak of Inco’s footsteps upon the carpeted floor.
>Indeed, she hadn’t heard anything at all, not even a reply.
>”Inco?” She said again, a little louder than her initial summons.
>Her brow furrowed when silence was his only reply.
>”...Goddamnit,” she muttered beneath her breath, dropping back to her knees and shuffling down the hall.
>It only took her a moment to reach the spare bedroom they had converted into an office. Wasn’t like their apartment was a large space.

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Anonymous Sun 25 Aug 2024 05:23:27 No.68566210 Report

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>>68566198
>Having begun her streaming career in her personal room, the Baryonyx had made the decision to push for a larger, more professional set-up as she continued to pass subscriber milestones.
>Besides–not like she actually stayed in that bedroom much. Inco’s was always far more comfortable. Probably because he was in it.
>And Inco had likewise needed a stable space to study and do homework in.
>So, they doubled up in one bed, and repurposed the leftover room.
>Leaning past the doorway would reveal a sight that she still found funny, no matter how many times she saw it a day.
>The workspace was cut in half; in the far, left corner of the room sat a large, white desk, riddled with stickers, doodles and other markings. A large monitor sat in front of it, a keyboard and a drawing pad hidden beneath, a mechanical arm suspending a microphone looming before the screen and a large, lumbar-supporting office chair.
>By contrast, in the nearby right corner of the room was a small, undecorated desk, a shelf containing photography equipment and a posterboard riddled with thumbtacked reminders, memos and other such manuscripts above it.
>Hunched over a CaveApple MacRock Pro was the only good Skinnie in the whole wide world.
>His hands clutching his bald head.
>Over his shoulder, Liv could make out a laptop screen filled to the brim with windows. Countless different photos, Acrobe DinoDesign and PhotoTops, the works.
>Olivia frowned quietly. She could already begin to guess where this might go.

>”Inco,” she said, softly so, as to not startle him. The bald wonder’s shoulders shifted slightly as he caught her attention.
>”Hmm? Hey, Liv, what’s up?”
>She didn’t need to see his face to tell how he was doing. His voice betrayed his exhaustion.
>”Dinner’s done. C’mon and eat before it gets cold, dummy.”
>That made him pause, his hands falling away from his head to rest on the desk, fingers drumming the tabletop briefly.

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Anonymous Sun 25 Aug 2024 05:23:58 No.68566222 Report

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>>68566210
>”Yeah, I…”
>Olivia couldn’t help but feel hopeful as his voice trailed off–only to have it snuffed out when he sighed.
>”--I can’t, Liv. I’ve gotta focus on getting this assignment done, or Thagomi’s gonna murder me. I’ll have to reheat it later.”
>And there it was.
>Freshman Year had been a breeze for Inco, all things considered.
>But like a FromComp game, the difficulty sharply increased out of the starting zone, hard.
>The main antagonist of his current semester had been one Mrs. Thagomi.
>Olivia had never met her personally, but had heard piecemeal that she was the real deal when it came to photography.
>A short fireball of a Stego that had built up a career of wartime photography, now retired to teach a new generation.
>Genuinely compelling stuff, but all that experience meant she graded like a motherfucker.
>And Inco, talented as he was, was beginning to feel the burn.

>Inco had been spending more and more nights in the computer labs and library on campus as of late, doing his best to buckle down.
>Olivia understood why he had commit himself so harshly.
>She knew the stress he was facing.
>But she also knew that starving himself wasn’t going to help get this project done.
>Her eyes narrowed with predatory cunning.
>Operation: Get Inco To Crack Was A Go.

>Having heard no response from his girlfriend, Inco let out another sigh.
>”...I’m sorry, Liv. I know you wanted to spend time with me tonight, I just gotta do this. I’ll take us out somewhere over the weekend, I–”
>He had begun to glance over his shoulder to look her in the eyes as he spoke, only to come to a crashing halt when he didn’t see her there anymore.
>”Olivia?” He called out, disappointment and frustration beginning to set in. She had probably slunk back towards the kitchen. She could move deadly quiet with those knees on the carpet.
>For, suddenly, there was a sharp pressure that clamped down on Inco’s right ankle.

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Anonymous Sun 25 Aug 2024 05:24:38 No.68566236 Report

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>>68566222
T R I P S

>Crying in alarm, Inco shot his eyes down to the floor, only to see his gator gee-eff flat on the ground like a feral beast, her jaws tight about his pant leg like a vice.
>Her silver eye met his, full of his mischief.
>”Liv, what in the–”
>He was met with a rumbling growl that, while definitely intended to be playful, was still so full of bass that it couldn’t help but be a little threatening.
>Physically connected as they were right now, he could feel the vibrations of the rumble in his bones.
>Suddenly, Olivia jerked back, still keeping her jaws tight around his ankle as she tried to haul him out of the chair and onto the ground.
>Inco’s hands and his free foot dug into the armrests of his seat and the floor respectively, doing his best to keep him pinned despite the gator’s assault.
>”Olivia, really, I gotta get back to work!”
>That only earned another growl and another round of jerking and pulling. She was being easy, but the amount of core strength in her still rendered the play-fighting harsh.
>Inco swore he could feel the points of her teeth vaguely through the denim of his jeans.
>He tried twice more to speak, only to be cut off by another growl and another attempt to drag him out of his chair, her tail wagging lazily in the air as she pressed her onslaught.
>The third time was the charm.

>The sheer absurdity of the moment finally caused Inco’s words to dissolve into a laugh. Giggling at how stupid the situation was, his grip on his armrests faltered just in time for Olivia to yank his leg back again–ripping him right out of his office chair, and sending him crashing flat on his back.
>Olivia released Inco’s leg with a gasp. “--Oh, shit, you alright?!”
>The sight of his girlfriend’s sudden concern, the look on her face–it only made him cackle louder.

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Anonymous Sun 25 Aug 2024 05:25:10 No.68566248 Report

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>Panic warming into a joyful grin at the sound of her boyfriend’s happiness, Olivia began to laugh with him, shuffling forward to lay over him. She wrapped her arms tight around his chest, her tail coiling about one of his legs as she squeezed him.
>Chuckling still, he returned the embrace, Hugging That Gator (™) as they both laid upon the floor.
>Which is where they laid, snuggled against one another, for quite some time. The laughter dimmed to lingering, breathy giggles, before finally simmering into silence.
>For Inco, at least. Olivia, meanwhile, had firmly nestled her head in the hollow of Inco’s neck, a low bellow of approval rumbling forth from her core.

>”I guess I can take a break for the rest of the night,” Inco mumbled. He could feel himself smiling, even if Olivia couldn’t see it.
>”Mmmnnnnyaaaay,” she murmured back against his throat, squeezing him tighter.
>And yet, neither of them attempted to move or break their embrace.
>”That food’s gonna get cold, you know,” Inco chuckled, parroting her own earlier words back at her.
>”Don’t care.”
>”Comfy?”
>”Comfy,” she agreed, nuzzling her snout against him gently.

>Despite the success of her operation, Olivia ended up reheating her food with Inco later that night.

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