StellaEdgecomb

CONTENT WARNING: This story features a lot of focus on scent and a hell of a lot of unaware. The work had been arduous. At times, it had seemed impossible, like the odds were stacked against her. Every looming threat in the sweltering, unforgiving heat made her want to give up altogether. But she couldn't–there was no way out. But finally–finally–the ordeal was over, and Peggy plopped down onto her armchair. The Mulholland job was done. "You gonna make me shower?" she called out to the empty house. Holding up one arm, she got a quick whiff of herself and retched; she felt like she'd spent the day trundling through a murky swamp. But the cool of the air conditioner felt nice against her sweat-soaked fur. And Wendy, of course, did not answer. "Riiiiiiiiight, your little vacation," Peggy chuckled. "Welp!" She pulled her work boot against the side of her wooden coffee table. It was a bit tight, but every thump brought it a little looser. "Guess I'll just sit here soakin' in it."

CONTENT WARNING: This story features a lot of focus on scent and a hell of a lot of unaware. It was massive, towering even, looming over her; she wiped the sweat from her brow as she looked it over. "How'd they even let a tree get this big?" Peggy chuckled. The forecast had called for sweltering heat, but if anything, those doofuses at the weather station had been too nice. Peggy's thick, muscly frame was practically dripping, her fur and hair pressed against her body from head to toe. Her heavy boots were already caked with mud and sod, the overgrown lawn creeping almost to the huge lioness's knees. "Welp!" Peggy shouted, rubbing her gloved hands with glee. With a rip of her thick arms, she pulled the ripcord and sent her chainsaw squealing to life. "Nothing's too big for me to take down!" The single, solitary speck of toe jam was far, far too large for Wendy and her baby to take down. The thunderous, continent-shattering steps of Peggy only served to smash the mote of grimy