This choice: Skip, the dream. You wake up with the fox girl over you, watching intently. • Go Back...
Chapter #7
Skip, the dream.
by: Unknown
After regaining consciousness, you grasp your forehead. Having a terrible headache after being thrown around like a rag doll across a giant concrete porch by an exponentially larger fox chick. You felt surprisingly well after the beating you took. You feel a warm, moist, breeze come through. You look in the direction of where it was coming from to see a gigantic muzzle with two big, extremely blue eyes behind it. Panic ensues. “Holy Shit!” You yell as you scramble backwards and away from the muzzle. “No no no wait. You don't need to be scared, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise.” She reassures you, a large toothy grin filling your field of vision. That only scared you more. “No, nuh uh.” You exclaimed, still trying to get to your feet and run away. “Please calm down, you're gonna hurt yourself.” She pleaded. She offered you a hand to climb onto.
For what seemed like hours, you stared at her fur covered, padded hand. Before you finally start to inch your way towards it. When you finally got to it, her hand quickly pulsed outward. Knocking you onto your butt. What is going on?
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