“Really? Sneaking out again? You know this doesn’t work, right?”
Hiding behind the leg of a giant chair, you gulp in fear. Rita sounded more amused than angry at finding your empty cage…that was never a good sign.
Rita was the 100-foot Rhino woman who owned you. Humans were barely mouse-sized to anthros, and were treated as either slaves, or food. You used to belong to a pet store, but your constant escape attempts had nearly driven the zebra shopkeeper crazy. He’d just been about to eat you when Rita came and bought you dirt-cheap.
That’s why she’d bought you—you were the only human she could afford. (That, and she enjoyed toying with you, and coming up with punishments for all your escape attempts. She especially enjoyed sitting on you.)
You hear Rita chuckle, and cringe at the sound.. Her thundering footsteps approach her living room, where you were hiding. It’s not long before she stomps into the room, and you can’t help but peek out from behind the chair leg to catch a glimpse of your titanic rhino mistress.
Rita was, you had to admit, a bombshell. She was very plump—nicely round and curvy in all the right places, with a chest and rear to die for. And NOT obese or slobby-looking, just plump. Her light-grey hide even looked great with the bright pink bikini she was wearing...even if her girth made it look like it was painted on.
“You may as well come out, Squirt,” Rita says as she slowly walks into the room, shaking her hips. “You know I’ll find you eventually. But if you want to hide, that’s fine. I could use some more fun.” She giggles, pretending to look under an old coffee table. She was toying with you, and enjoying every second of it.
You swear under your breath. Rita had been out swimming with her friends today, and you had slipped out of your cage to look for a way to escape her apartment. You’d spent hours looking for a crack in the wall or an open window; expecting Rita to be gone all day… but unfortunately for you she’d come home early and found your empty cage.
The floor shakes beneath you as Rita taps her foot. “I’m waiting, Squirt. If you come out now, I’ll go easy on you. If you don’t…” she giggles and slaps her large belly. “...At least make the chase fun, ‘kay?”
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