Notices by Tactical (tactical@bae.st)

@Giganova8

Day 4 of having an overly-clingy, insane, cute Hellhound Wife

Opening your eyes - you find yourself staring into two glowing red pupils, staring back at you with a mixture of fascination, adoration, and curiosity.

“Anon? Are you awake..? It’s time for woooork…” She whispered quietly, not wanting to wake you up - but it was already too late.

“Babe… J-just five more minutes..?” You said, turning and rolling over. You had no clue why the hell she was such a morning bird. You don’t usually get ready to go to work until about an hour later…

She gently shook you, whining softly.

“Come on - I already made breakfast..!” She whined, sighing as you refused to budge, pushing the blankets over your head. Just a few more minutes, and you’d be up…

Then - you heard a sigh. The blankets were bundled together - and you were hefted up in the air, like a bride, as she slung you over her shoulder.

“Come on champ…” She said, softly shaking her head as she brought you and sat you down in the living room on the couch - you were still curled up in blankets, not wanting to move - but the delicious smell of sausage, scrambled eggs, and coffee drifted up to your nose - slowly, you unraveled your cocoon…

And got greated by a nice, big hug, as your hellhound wife adorably cuddled up to you, unable to hold herself back from adorably hugging you…

was tired and worte this. was gonna write more, but tired

A long day at work - and a long day getting home. When you opened the door - the first thing you heard was “Check out my new skirt, honey!” You heard from beside you, to see your big purple lamia wife slithering towards you, with a scantily clad skirt around her waist - and tackling you. Giant tits obscuring your vision, and a cheerful grape-colored lamia who was just happy to see you.

“T-that’s not a skirt.” You said to your intensely-cuddling wife, who looked at you confused as she backed up. She looked down at herself and just looked confused by what you meant, her soft fanged face twisting into an expression of dismay as you look at the golden-colored panties.

“W-what!? B-but… T-the human clerk said… B-but I got a skirt!!” Your wife stuttered out in pure confusion and dismay. Her face was beat-red, and you just sighed. She wasn’t exactly used to dealing with other people - and was a bit… Easily influenced.

“Honey, um. You… You know what? Just keep wearing that. Your skirt looks great.” You flounder around, attempting to indirectly lie. It wouldn’t be too bad to put off telling her the truth, at least for now. She just sighs, wiping her head. It goes without saying her entire forward center of mass jiggled.

“You really got me spoked there, darling! I picked up this human magazine about clothing trends, and skirts are all the rage! Summer fun!” She said, slithering over to a table and holding it up for you to see. It was a summer issue magazine - not at all intended for cold-blooded snakes, and especially oblivious ones.

“Darling - it’s not summer yet.”

“B-but it’s warm!”

“That’s because I turned the heater on.” You explain as she frowns, like you were making it up.

“What’s a heater?” She asked, as you blinked slowly in disbelief, her scowling face looking annoyed like I was making something up.

“Y… You don’t know what a heater is?”

“N-no! Should I?” She asked - her scowl turning to a blush, and a trembling lip. She was yet again oblivious to the twenty-first century, as you just sighed, and began to explain the details of an HVAC system - only for her to proclaim you a “heat sorceror” and cuddle with you for an hour.

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