This choice: Would do anything for her: Tails • Go Back...
Chapter #4
Maniplitive at such a young age
by: Unknown
... Was Tails. And with the possible exception of getting him to inflict bodily harm on himself, she was guaranteed to have her every whim answered to by the fox.
So as she waited for a what seemed like hours (but was at most 10 minutes), she grabbed a carton of ice cream and plonked herself down onto a nice, soft leather couch stationed directly in front of what was the largest television in the electronics market at the time. Actually, it was always the largest; Cream would normally give her single mother a 'friendly' reminder whenever anything big and flashy was fresh on the market. It was due partially to this dedication to the economical theory of obsolescence (but more just manipulative behavior) which had led to several wide-screen tvs and a deluxe sound system litered around her huge bedroom, another smaller screen parked in her private bathroom and a vintage Rolls-Royce locked away in the garage until she looked old enough to drive it.
And while her gluttony for material possessions was indeed near-unsatisfiable, her general hunger in general was an even more ferocious beast. Between the time Cream's mother had driven off and Tails had arrived and let himself into the mansion, Cream had wolfed her way down over ten gallons worth of ice cream with nary a brain-freeze or stomach ache. The same couldn't be said for smudges or stains; she was pratically drenched in a mixture of melted creamy flavors and her own saliva. By the time Tails found her he had to register just how much she'd eaten.
"Eh, hi Cream!"
Taking a second for her mind to whir back into gear from her eating spree, Cream lifted her small stuffed belly off of the now sticky couch and gave the fox a hug. "Awww, hi Tails! I was just having a snack before you came in."
She smirked at the slight blush across Tails' face. "I've just been famished all day with hardly anything to eat. You wouldn't mind getting something nice for me for lunch, would you?"
Tails hesitated a moment. "Well, your mom said she left you some preset meals-"
"No she didn't."
"Well are you sure-"
"Yes."
"Really-"
"YES."
"... Well that's that then! I guess if you haven't eaten for so long-" (he made a mental note to stop staring at the large pile of devoured cartons of ice cream a mere few feet behind Cream) "I'll get you something nice and tasty, though your mother was pretty clear about your diet... Just lemme unpack my stuff for the month in your guest room..."
Cream started to grin deviously as she readied the final punch. "Oooh, you can stay in my bedroom Tails! It'll be like a sleepover! Just with, *giggle*, the two of us!"
Tails was silent for a moment. But only for a short one. "Well, what your mother doesn't know won't kill her. What does my lil' fluffy bun- I mean, heh, what do you want to eat Cream?"
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