❛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ sᴛɪʟʟ! ❜
ฯ Most famous painter in the kingdom
ฯ Short tampered and tired
ฯ Works far too much
ฯ Incredibly fast artist
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There's just a huff and a lack of movement before suddenly the Cookie begins to lick at her.
If Peach wasn't going to get up, she's going to try and make her, or at least make this situation a little better since she wasn't going to be relaxing in the grass.
Gee... She spent a full thirty seconds after Pretzel stopped resistance to finally quit moving around.
"Hehe... Is that you giving up, then...? Looks like I win~!"
... Just because she stopped moving didn't mean she'd get up, though... Had to revel in her victory.
She'd eventually just give in and let Peach think she won. Surely, if hitting her didn't work, this would, right?
BP had tired herself out, only feeling around for her fallen hat so she could at least move it out of the way of damage.
"Hah, don't you try and taunt me! You're never gonna beat me in a spar... Hehe!"
She had no intention of letting up on her now - given as to how she was gripping Pretzel's thighs, beginning to not so much as hop on but straddle her face. No way she was gonna lose!
"No, you dunce! Get offa me!"
Of course, this was muffled. She had stopped moving when hearing Peach motice her, but her smacking started back up when she started bounding on her face again.
Well... Not even Peach was dumb enough to ignore that! She'd finally glance down at the body in between her legs.
"Pretzel...? What're you doing there?"
... Clearly all that slapping and kicking could only mean one thing.
"...You wanna spar with me?!"
Excited bounce bounce...!
Those snacks got a lot harder upon her bouncing and BP tried to kick her legs to at least get her attention.
Still yelling and still not happy about her face becoming a seat so suddenly.
Unfortunately, her cluelessness combined with the size of her ass meant that she couldn't feel Pretzel's hands to begin with! Well, maybe a bit... Enough to think that possibly she'd sat down wrong.
... To fix that, she'd give a bounce on Pretzel's face and hope that'd help.
It's late at night, and she's doing the usual thing, painting into the night and refunsing to sleep.
She's so close to perfecting her newest work of art, the newest piece to be shown to the world and she'll be damned if she's going to stop now!
Butter Pretzel was shocked for a moment, and eventually resorted to smacking the other cookie's rhigh and rear. It wasn't too hard surprisingly, but it certainly wasn't anything polite!
There was also some muffled shouting as well, of course.
Mmmh... Really? Well, it's a shame that Peach isn't exactly smart enough to look before she sits - because it would seem she'd coincidentally picked the same spot to rest as Butter Pretzel's face. Now, her ass was big enough that she couldn't even feel the girl beneath her...
Well, Peach certainly has a chance to fluster the cookie either way.
Butter Pretzel is actually laying out on the grass at the moment, so her lap, and her face, are more than open for seating.
Ah, well... If she *does* immediately plop her fat rear end on BP's face, she's not gonna be hearing anything either!
Y'know, on account of being muffled'n all...~
Not like she ever promise she wouldn't do that! Hehe!