Midnight was a little interested in these new treats that this vending machine had to offer – and by interested, at the very sight of the treats that were slowly being unloaded by the Vigoroth Moemon. Needless to say, what the Mightyena saw wasn’t the cheapest of foods, the kind that you’d expect to see in a vending machine.
Swinub Sweets’ Chocolate creamed and iced donuts, half gallon bottles of Krooko-aid (in its many flavors), Vileplume Farms’ fresh fruit, there was even Beartic Ice Cream bars (those were being put in first). Most of these brand names were known to be extremely expensive, and yet here they were, being put in a vending machine by this husky Vigoroth. If the school was putting them in a vending machine, then the prices were sure to be not so outrageous…
*gggrrgle*
With her hand placed on her toned (if not empty) stomach, Midnight scrunched her face up in annoyance, as she had told herself before, she was not a breakfast person.
Now, a snack person… Especially when there were chocolate filled, chocolate covered, chocolate chipped, or any thing that was mixed in with chocolate… Now that was another story. So a small plan began to form itself inside Midnight’s devious mind.
“So, how long have you been working on this sort of stuff?” Midnight asked as she sauntered a little closer towards the Vigoroth, making sure to sway her jean short covered hips just a little more than usual.
This didn’t go unnoticed by the Vigoroth as he almost stumbled in putting in a few of the donuts into the machine. “O-Oh, not too long miss, we were commissioned to do this early this morning and get it done while the freshmen were at their orientation and the other students were in their first class… Speaking of, aren’t you supposed to be in one of those classes?”
“Aw, don’t you worry about little young me,” Midnight cooed as she ran a finger on one of the boxes. “You don’t like having to talk to a fine young girl like me, now don’cha?”
The face of the larger Moemon was now a bright cherry red, and yet he just continued on his work, trying to get his mind off of the flirty attempts by this mocha skinned vixen. “W-Well… I have to get this done r-real soon.”
“Hmm, too bad,” Midnight pouted with large puppy dog eyes as she leaned forward, trying to show a healthier dose of cleavage to the older Moemon. “I had so hoped to talk to such a strong, strapping Vigoroth… Oh well, can I at least ask for one little, teeny, tiny favor?”
“Uh, s-sure,” The Vigoroth gulped, and his brow began to get covered with sweat especially when Midnight began to trot her fingers over his large bicep. “W-What is it?”
“Might if I have just a small sample of these fine wares?” Midnight asked innocently enough, getting closer and closer towards the Vigoroth’s body. “I mean, a guy as sweet as you could spare a couple of chocolate donuts… Right?”
“Uh, w-well,” The Vigoroth stammered as his eyes began to roll into the back of his head, the excitement starting to overtake his nervous system. “I… I…”
“Hmm? What sort of evil deeds are going on here?” A rather gruff and heroic voice sounded through the air.
Both Midnight and Vigoroth turned to where the voice originated and they were both struck dumb at the sight before them. For in front of them was a familiar red golf-cart (that had Mr. Sunny written on the side of it), but what drew their eyes was the figure that stood atop of the golf cart.
Dressed in a messy red and black baseball jersey, black pants and a red shirt stood tall a muscular Arcanine with his wild blonde hair billowing past his broad shoulders. If it was for the fact that he had a large goofy grin on his scarred face, his dramatic pose would’ve given him the appearance of a dashing young hero.
‘Damn it, its Vayne,’ Midnight sighed as she slowly inched away from an awestruck Vigoroth.
The Arcanine known as Vayne leapt from the golf-cart and landed effortlessly on the ground before the other two Moemon, his arms crossed over his chest. “Ah, if it isn’t madame Midnight! Up to your lustful tricks this morning again?”
“Madame?!” Midnight snarled as she leered daggers at the oblivious Arcanine Moemon. “Do I look like an old lady?!”
“To me you are almost as such,” Vayne chuckled with a shake of his head. “But it is my way of showing respect.”
“Yeah, well it sucks,” Midnight growled in return. “Now what do you want?”
The Vigoroth Moemon blinked a few times at the two canine moemons’ little squabble and slowly began to get back to work.
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