I can see her waking up. The sun has just risen above the horizon. She yawns, stretching out and groaning with the pleasure of feeling her muscles expand. She rolls out of her bed, feet touching the cold metal floor with a light “Tap”. She stands, heading through the doorway and walking across the hall to the bathroom. She locks the doors and removes her pajamas, they're light pink, blighter than her hair by a good bit, cotton. She shivers slightly at the sudden change, it's colder in here than she realized without clothes on. Her form, beautiful and furry, stands in the middle of the bathroom. She looks in the mirror to her left and sees one her symbols, her cutie marks, a pink-winged trio of butterflies with blue bodies and antennae. She heads over to the shower.

	I can see her as she moves toward it, her feet tapping lightly against the hard metal floor. I can see her as she extends one of her arms, thin and dainty, out to the shower knobs, turning them to what she assumes equates to a slightly hot shower. I can se her waiting impatiently, naked and getting colder by the moment, waiting for the water to heat up. She checks it periodically until, finally, she has progress. The shower is ready for her. The water is at a near perfect tempurature. I can see her as she steps into the shower and closes the rounded sliding door closed. The water feels nice on her furand her skin. I can see her relaxing for a moment, simply revelling in the warmth and comfort that a hot shower brings. I can see her as she waits a few minutes, lettting her mind wander, before she finally gets to cleaning herself. I can see her as she takes holdof her shampoo, a large and slightly heavy bottle of lavender-scented hair cleaning stuff. She squirts a bit onto her hands, lathers it, and gets to work. Because of her fur, she has no soap alone, the shampoo works as both shampoo and soap for her. She's glad for this, as soap makes her hair frizzy and rough to the touch. She prefers to stay soft and huggable, as she puts it. I can see her as she works away, making sure every part of her is washed. She starts at her feet, dainty, not unlike her arms. She works her way up to her ankles, then her legs, up to her groin. She takes care to treat her butt and genitals properly, then moves up to her waist, then her stomach, up to her breasts, and her arms,and finally, her face. She gets extra shampoo for her hair and tail, making sure both receive extra care. I can see her as she chuckles, hoding her tail up so that she can see it better. Itsthin and stringy, thanks to the hair being plastered down like it is. I can see her as she gets to work rinsing herself off, letting the shampoo slide down her body and down the drain. I can see her as she sighs, knowing that she's going to have to walk out and face the cold air of the outside soon.

	I can see her as she waits a few moments before accepting her fate, turning off the shower and stepping out into the open. I can see her shiver, moreso than she did when she first removed her clothes. I can se her as she reachs for a towel quickly, rubbing herself off as much as she can manage. I can see her as she begrudingly realizes it's not enough, and as she heads over to the cabinet with the towels in it. I can see her as she uses her second one to finish drying herself as much as she can manage. I can see her as she wraps the towel around her body, hiding her naked form from view. I can see her as she looks in the mirror and grins, looking at her fluffy reflection in the mirror. I can see her as she opens the drawers in the cabinet underneath the large mirror, pulling out her hairbrush, her blowdrier, and her hairspray. I can see her as she works on her hair, doing her best to make it look right. It takes her a good few minutes. I can see her as she sighs, looking at her hair this way and that, before accepting it as acceptable with a curt nod. I can see her as she realizes she forgot to prepare an extra set of clothes, and sighs, unlocking the door and stepping out into the open once more.

	I can see her look of regret as the cold air hits her front and the warm steam from the bathroom exits from behind her. I can see her as she hurries into the bedroom, shutting the door and looking through her drawers, pulling out a pair of light green panties and a matching bra. I can see her as she drops her towel, revealing her naked form to the elements only shortly before she puts on her undergarments. I can see her as she readjusts her bra, making her brests more comfortable. I can see her as she tucks them with her hands just a bit, accepting their placement. I can see her as she heads over to her closet, feet thumping against the floor once again. I can see her open the closet, looking through her chocies of outfits for just a moment before deciding to go with her favorite set. I can see her reach out and take her black, almost sleevless shirt with the words, “This is my Peace Sign” on the front, directly on the bosum, ironsights directly in the middle. I can see her as she puts it on, sighing as she takes comfort in its snugness. It's her favorite shirt. I can see her as she takes her black and white camo cargo pants, slightly too big for her. I can see her as she puts her left leg through the hole, then her right through the other.I can see her bouncing up and down as she pulls her pants above her feet, causing her brests to juggle.  Ican see her as she buttons and zip them, before pulling her black leather belt out of its cubbyhole right above her boots. I can see her putting on her belt, making sure it's tight enough to hold her pants in place. I can see her as she grabs a pair of socks, and her boots. I can see her as she steps back and jumps onto the bed. She lands with an “oomph”, and the bed creaks as it bounces her up and down before settling. I can see her liftingup her right leg and slidind her pantleg up so that she can put on her shoes. I can see her pull her sock up, then doing the same for her other leg. I can see her as she positions her boots underneath her so that her feet can slide in easily. I can see her sliding her feet into her boots, until they can go no further without assistance. I can see her standing up, then bending down and pulling on the top of her right boot as she presses her foot down until it slides all the way into her boot. I can see her tie it, making sure the boot is nice and tight, before oding the same with the left foot. I can see her stand up straight and stretch again, ready to start the day.

	I can see her as she she leaves wonderland, instead choosing to watch me as I do my own daily routine. I can see her as she waits patiently for me to wake up enough that I can hear her, before finally deciding I'm ready. She calls out with a simply “Morning.” I respond in turn. She smiles, sitting in the void that allows her to watch the world through my eyes. I can see her as she talks to me. It's smalltalk mostly, but she enjoys it immensely. I can see her as the conversation dies out. I can see her as she sits in the black void, watching the world through my eyes. I can see her as she wonders whether or not I can feel her there. I can see her as she lights up when I reach out to her and ask if she would like to listen to music with me. She agrees to enthusiastically. She's easily excited, and listening to music with me is something that can excite her thoroughly. I can see her as she realizes it's a Pendulum song, she forgets its name, but she loves it every time she hears it. I can see her as she listens, revelling in the music as I do my daily routine, concentrating on whatever it is I'm doing at the time. Eventually, the song ends, and another one starts up. I can see her as she listens for but a moment before realizing exactly which son git is. It's a song by Deadmau5, one that has a relaxing tune. I can see her as she listens to song after song until she tires of it somewhat, and expresses to me that she's going to head to Wonderland for a while. I respond, and she heads back, out of the void and into the wonderland. She spends a while watching TV, but this eventually begins to bore her as well.

	I can see her as she calls the elevator and rides it up to the top floor. I can see her as she grabs her rifle and pistol, as well as some extra rounds and magazines. I can see her as she climbs out, into the hot and arid desert that exists above their home base underground. I can see her as she materializes some targets, unwilling to take the ones waiting in the base outside with her. I can see her as she also materializes a metal shelf that she can rest her weapon on. I can see her as she gets into position. I can see her as the world around her fades and her concentration sticks to the targets.I can see her as she realizes she doesn't have on her earmuffs, and quickly materializes them and puts them on over her ears so that she can start. I can see her as her focus again returns to the targets, and the world fades out again. I can see her as the adrenaline enters her system. I can se her as she fires off her first round into the closest target. It's almost a bullseye. I can see her as she fires four more rounds into it before moving on to the second target. I can see her as she fires five rounds at it, all but one of them are good hits. I can see her as she moves on to the farthest target. I can see her as she takes a deep breath, then exhales. Then another. And another. I can see her as she inhales again, preparing ot fire. I can see her as she takes the first shot. It's on the third of five rings. I can see her as she fires her second. It's in the second of five. Her third is in the second, and her fourth. Her fifth is in the firt ring, right before the bullseye. I can see her as she moves back to the first target, switching her rifle to automatic, and lets loose a flurry of bulelts into it. I can see her as she moves on to the second one, finger down on the trigger. I can see her as she moves on to the third, only to realizes that she;s out of bullets. I can see her as she reloads with a practiced grace, standing up and firing into the third target. I can see her as she alternates between the three targets, letting loose her bulelts until she runs out again. I can see her as she switches to her sidearm, firing until she runs out, reloades, and then empties her final magazine into the farthest target. I can see her as she smiles, the adrenaline high in full effect as she cheers, laughing a bit before picking up her emptied magazines and heading out to check the targets. I can see her as she inspects each one, giving off meaningless points based on how close to the middle her shots were. I can see her as she rubs her hand across one before reeling back and realizing she forgot her gloves. I can see her as she begrudgingly materializes them onto her hands. She prefers to put her clothes on the old fashioned way. I can see her as she reaches out with a now gloved hand and touches the target. Most of her shots on this closest target are excellent. She nods, smirking a little wider as she moves on to the next one. The second target is fairly similar to the first, albeit slightly wider thanks to her spray of bullets near the end. The third and farthest target is a different story entirely, thanks to the aforementioned spraying. There are multiple bullets out on the far reaches of the thing, some that even barely grazed the edge, leaving only a missing section off the edge the hit to show they were there. She sighs, but decides that this was more for fun that for practice. She nods at this decision, removing the targets and the platform she rested her gun on out of existence.

	She heads back inside, putting her gun away and looking around. She furrows her brow and sighs, wondering what she can do to ease the time. She had only just begun this train of thought when I call out to her. She responds quickly, and I ask her if she would like to see something. She does, and heads back to the void. Out of my eyes, there is a bluejay resting on the fence of a house near the stopsign. I can see her smile and remark on how pretty the bluejay is. I agree and let her know that I'm done with my busywork for the day and will head into wonderland as soon as I get home. She smiles, letting me know that she'll be waiting before heading back to wonderland. She cleans her room and the bathroom, fading her dirty clothes out of existence and putting a clean pair in her drawers. She waits patiently in her room until she recognizes the unmistakeable feeling that I'm here.


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I see her hand as it reaches out and presses the top button, the one that will lead us to the top of the bunker. I can smell her better, in this enclosed space. The lavender is pleasant, and her natural scent is nice in its own right. I hear her as we chatter idly, waiting for the elevator to reach the top floor. I can feel the change in motion when we stop, and hear the slight creak as the metal doors open to grant us access to the top room. I put my guns away and sit down on the mattress left on the floor here. I trace my finger along the red, checkered pattern as I wait for Flutters to put away her own weapons. I can see her as she does so, carefully placing her rifle on the rack and putting her pistol and its holster on top of it. I can hear the cloth of her socks sliding against her boot as she lifts her foot out and kicks off her right one. I can see her as she attempts to remove her left boot using the same method, and I can hear her sigh when she fails, and has to bend down to pull it off. I can see the boot come off, watching as she kicks it to the side, near her other boot. I can see her, walking over to me with an exhausted gait. I can feel the effect her feet have on the bed as she steps onto it, and I can hear her groan as she lays down on her side, facing me. I can hear her as she calls me to cuddle with her, and I do so. I can feel her soft hands as she wraps her arms around my neck, rubbing the back of my head lazily with one of her hands. I can feel her shift around so that I can move my right arm underneath her head, careful not to pull her hair. I can feel the softness of her hair as she lays her head down on mine arm. I can feel the curve of her middle as I trace my hand along her side. I can hear her breath, slow and easy, as we lay there. I can feel her body as she scoots in closer, so that our bodies are touching. I can feel her breasts pushing into my torso, and her head nesting into me. I can feel goosebumps rise on my arms as I feel her breath against my neck, and as she puts one of her legs in between my own. I can hear her whispering sweet nothings to me, hand still rubbing the back of my head. I can imagine the pleasure she feels, eyes closed and holding me this close. I can imagine the amount of time we spent this way, relaxed and content, nothing else in the world outside of the two of us. I can hear her mumbles of protest as I attempt to slide out of her grasp. I can feel her arms as they take hold of me tighter, her leg as it wraps around mine, trying to get me to stay longer. I can imagine the pleasant look on her face when I give in to her protests, simply laying back down and letting her scoot back into me again. I can imagine trying to keep my eyes open as I begin to tire, fighting against her warmth and comfort and trying to stay awake. I can hear her protests when I tell her I'm heading out, asking me to stay. I can hear her sigh when I tell her I'd rather fall asleep after telling her goodnight than disappearing without a word edgewise. I can imagine the tinge of sadness at her realization that I'm getting up. I can feel her getting up herself, and I can feel her arms wrap around me one last time. I can hear her whisper a goodnight to me, followed by a peck on the cheek. I can hear her sigh as I tell her goodnight as well, and head out for the day.

	I can see her as she stands there for a moment, stretching her arms and back, realizing just how long she'd spent laying there based on her stiffness. I can hear her footsteps on the metal floor as she goes to pick up her boots. I can see her, shoes in hand, as she waits for the elevator to open. I can see her as she presses the second button down, one floor below. I can see her as she heads to the bathroom to wash her face before bed. I can see her as she dries off her face and heads over to her room across the short hall. I can see her as she takes off her shirt and pants, leaving them on the ground and pulling out her pajamas. I can see her sliding into her shirt first, then sliding comfortably into her PJ's. I can hear the thud as she falls into her bed, followed by squeaking as it bounces before settling down. I can see her as she moves into a more comfortable position, closing her eyes and falling asleep, without even getting under her covers.