The giant raccoon girl groans and screws her eyes shut. You tentatively take a step back, not sure if she saw you or not.
“Aw, rack off…the best dream I’ve had in ages, and it’s ruined by…by…?”
She pauses and pushes herself up with her arms, causing you to lose balance and careen down to the side of her elbow, smushed between her skin and the relatively soft sheets of the mattress. She must not have felt your little tumble, because she didn’t immediately crush you in the process of getting up.
“Huh? Coulda sworn I ‘eard some noisy bloke makin’ a racket.”
She looks around the room, not entirely sure of what was going on.
“Sounded like it was somewhere in this room. Did some psycho break into my house? Crikey...”
She moves in such a way that leaves her hands propping up her body. While she did this, you quickly scampered back up the slope of sheets, not keen on having your life ended before you could even talk to the person you were trying to get the attention of. Her fingers barely catch one of your legs; you struggle, and soon pull it from under them. A sinking feeling appears in your stomach as you realize that it might not have been the best idea to wake her up at god-knows-what hour of the night it is, especially since you apparently did so while whatever dream she was having was getting good. Should you really make her aware of your presence?
“What in the blazes…?”
It seems like you don’t have a choice in the matter, as you feel an enormous hand, very slightly dampened with night sweat, haphazardly clamp your body between its furry fingers. You’d almost say her fuzzy grip was comfortable, if it weren’t for the fact that she grabbed you at an awkward angle that left your legs split and one of the pads of her digits pressed square against your crotch.
You are lifted up close to her face, her massive eyes squinting down at you.
“Izzat some kind of doll? Looks like one of those humans, more than anythin’,” She guess while opening her fist and getting a closer look at you. Immediately after you could move your limbs again, you waved at her.
“Hey, can you hear me?! I need help, I—”
“Yeh, and I need some sleep, mate, but I ain’t getting any now,” she grumbles, cutting you off.
Glaring down at you for a moment, she ponders aloud what she should do to you, now that she’s alert enough to keep her from sleeping. “Okay, you little mozzie, I’ve thought up some things that I’m going to do witcha. I’m knackered as hell, but that don’t mean I can’t have a bit of fun,” she sneers, “So I’ll let you choose. I’ve got two little punishments in mind for ya. Tap me thumb for the first one, or me pointer finger for the second one."
You anxiously waited for a second, expecting her to tell you what these ‘punishments’ were—not that you were particularly excited for whatever she had in store for you.
“Oi, are ya deaf, ya wanker? I can come up with worse things than I got now, ya know…”
So she wasn’t even giving you an idea of them?! Christ, you better pick quick! What do you choose?
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