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  1. My heart raced in my chest, the one night I thought I was brave enough to not sleep with my night light on and I buckle not even an hour past my bed time. I remember that night, I was six years old. I had my covers over my head and I was curled up in a tight ball, my head between my legs and my hands over my head.
  2.  
  3. “Tonight I'm going to be brave!” I told myself right before my mother turned the lights off. My bravado held true for some time, finding myself drifting off to sleep quicker than usual...But then I heard the thump.
  4.  
  5. My eyes opened wide, the rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins and my limbs went weak. I didn't want to look away from the wall, didn't want to see the monster that was going to eat me. Instead I pulled the covers over my head and curled up into the tightest ball I could manage.
  6.  
  7. I whimper silently to myself, holding on to what dignity I had left by stopping myself from crying. I was a big boy now! And big boys don't cry! Dad always said that I had a good imagination, always talking about adventures into outer space or embarking on an epic journey to slave a dragon. But I was always afraid of the dark, always thinking there was some ghost or ghoul or monster hiding in its deep shadows.
  8.  
  9. Thump!
  10.  
  11. I jumped again, burying myself deeper into the blanket until I was in the centre of my bed. I pressed my face against the mattress and held my hands tighter behind my bed. I didn't want to look, I didn't what to see. What if the monster was in my blanket with me? Waiting for me to spot it so it could gobble me up and take me away from my home and parents forever!? I didn't want that, I wanted to live damn it!
  12.  
  13. Thump!
  14.  
  15. I dragged my teeth across my lower lip, kicking my legs against the mattress. “Go away!” I called out, my yells muffled against my bed. I began to think, my mind racing in my head as I came to conclusions. Maybe I could scare off the monster before it could get to me? Jump out of my sheets and scare it, maybe it'll go away?
  16.  
  17. Thump!
  18.  
  19. I gulped the fear away, finding courage somewhere in my little heart. With three deep breaths, I prepared myself, breathing in through my nose. Finally, I sprung up, hopping on to my bed with a “Hiyah!” before quickly dropping back to my stomach, the blanket thrown to the end of the bed.
  20.  
  21. I scanned the room slowly, my eyes having adjusted to the dark long ago. The moonlight from the window illuminated only the corner of my bedroom, revealing only the plastic baseball bat and a ball. Everything else seemed to be in order, my closet was closed, my toy box was where I left it, and my posters were impossible to make out in the dark, though I knew which was which by heart.
  22.  
  23. I let go of the breath I had been holding on to, sitting up in my bed and scratching the side of my head. Did I scare the monster off? There was no thumping noise and I no longer felt my life was about to meet its hideous end.
  24.  
  25. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, shaking my head and giving myself a good knock on the noggin.
  26. “It was your just imagination, dummy...” I said to myself. “Dad was right...”
  27.  
  28. I gave my room another look around, yawning loudly as the adrenaline finally subsided. A glass of water sounds good right about now, my throat was parched and I didn't want to go to bed uncomfortable.
  29.  
  30. I jumped off the bed and too my feet, rubbing my eyes again and stretching. Taking a step forward with my left foot towards the door only to fall to the ground when my right foot refused to move. I screamed as I landed on my shoulder, trying to pull my right foot free from the trap I had found it in.
  31. I struggled and fought, clawing at the door.
  32.  
  33. I looked back at what had caught me, four claws attached to a brown-furred covered arm clinged to my leg. My heart once again pounded in my chest as my eyes widened and my mouth opened wide. I couldn't see what the claw was attached to, the rest of its form hidden underneath my bed.
  34.  
  35. I began to kick at it with my other foot, pulling backwards with my hands in an attempt to save myself. I spotted something in the darkness, two, wide red circles appearing in the shadows from under my bed. Eyes? The monsters eyes?
  36.  
  37. My teeth clenched together as my face was stricken with fear. Loud panicked whines escaped my lips and I'm pretty sure I wet myself. I kicked more and more frantically, bashing harder and harder against the nails and wrist of the monster until it finally relinquished its grip on my leg.
  38.  
  39. Within moments I was on my feet and running out my door, leaving my room and a trail of urine behind me.
  40. “Mom! Dad!” I cried, tears rolling down my eyes.
  41.  
  42. Of course my parents didn't believe me, they told me it was just a nightmare. My dad even went as far as to look under my bed for this “monster”, only to find nothing but socks and an empty Nintendo box. Still I insisted on sleeping with my parents that night. From that day forward I never slept on top of a bed frame again, opting rather to sleep with my mattress on the ground.
  43.  
  44. I never got over this phobia, it stayed with me throughout my childhood and teenage years. I avoided sleep overs that took place in my friends rooms and when I did end up at one, I always opted to sleep in the corner, far away from his bed.
  45.  
  46. As years went by and the older I became, I started to try and rationalize the event. It was just my imagination, my foot got caught on a rope or something, or dad was right and I WAS having a nightmare. But with all the reasoning and all the thought behind it, I still remember what I saw in the dark. I still remember the claws and the eyes.
  47.  
  48. --
  49. It all fell on top of me like an avalanche. Barely into my adult years when I got the call from my father. They won the lottery and were moving out of my childhood home to some gated community all the way in Florida.
  50.  
  51. “Florida?” I asked him over the phone.
  52.  
  53. “That's right!” My dad was ecstatic, I don't remember the last time I've heard him so happy. “Leaving the old place behind and settling down someplace nice and warm for the rest of our lives! No more freezing winters or anything like that!”
  54.  
  55. “Oh.” I wanted to be happy for them, but the news left a sinking feeling in my gut. My parents deserved to be happy, but at the same that that was my childhood home.
  56.  
  57. “So hey, kiddo.” My dad started again. “Everything is all paid off, we're pretty much off the hook. Now I know you've been looking for a place to call your own now that you're out of the house...But.”
  58.  
  59. “But?”
  60.  
  61. “But your mother and I thought that maybe you'd like to take over the old place, call it your own.”
  62.  
  63. I almost jumped out of my chair. “Are you kidding? I'd love to!”
  64.  
  65. I could hear my mom laughing on the other end.
  66. “That's great! She's all yours!”
  67.  
  68. By the time I had every prepared and boxed, my parents were already on their plane to Florida. My room mate had ditched to go live with his new girlfriend the week prior, and I sure as shit wasn't going to pay double rent. With everything paid off and my things put into my car, I head across the country back to my old home where I grew up.
  69.  
  70. I arrived almost at midnight, pulling my car up the hill towards the house a few clicks out of town. It was quiet and secluded in the boonies, not much traffic or passersby, I'm pretty sure most people didn't even know this part of the county exists. The old wooden house stood proudly a top of the hill, with four large windows spread out in the front and a porch that still had the rocking chair that had been there since before I can even remember. Its wood was a modest amber that complimented the old-style theme of the home itself.
  71.  
  72. The stairs creaked with every step, filling me with a sense of nostalgia. I took a knee at the door and lifted the rug, finding the key that my dad had left behind before they left. I picked it up with a toss, smiling to myself as I pushed the key into the lock, twisting the bolt and unlocking the door.
  73.  
  74. I was met with a familiar long hallway with stairs resting on the right as soon as I turned the lights on, outlines on the left wall showed the framed pictures that once hung there. To my left was the way into the kitchen, a familiar dinner table sitting at the window on the far end of its black and white checkered floor. To my right was a living room with an old TV resting on a stand against the wall, a green couch sitting in front of it.
  75.  
  76. It seems that my parents had left a good number of their furniture behind in their move, lucky for me. I closed and locked the door behind me, kicking off my shoes and stepping inside. It was late and I was dead tired, it was time to catch some shut eye. My hand trailed along the rail of the stairs, like an old man who returned to the days of his youth. I felt at home, comfortable, something I haven't felt since I left this place.
  77.  
  78. The door to my room still had the same loud creak to it that no one ever bothered to oil out. I flicked on the lights to a more modest themed room than the one I grew up in, with a night stand and a green rug sitting on the framed bed. Mom and Dad had planned to rent out my room for some extra spending money before they won the big one, it looked very clean and very adult compared to what it was before I moved. The posters were gone and the walls had a lime green wallpaper with little white flowers spread across the sides. It almost made me cringe if I didn't know what kind of person Mom was.
  79.  
  80. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, I could think more on it tomorrow. I haphazardly dropped my pants and jacket on the ground, pulling off my socks and throwing them off to the side and stepping forward towards the bed before coming to a complete halt.
  81.  
  82. There was an actual bed in front of me...
  83.  
  84. Not the mattress on a wooden support that I became use to, but a frame with legs and space under the bed and everything. The sight of it made my blood run cold, my fists clenched and my teeth ground against my lower lip.
  85.  
  86. Finally, I sighed, wiping my hands down my face.
  87.  
  88. “C'mon, Eric. You're a god damn adult now...”
  89.  
  90. I turned back and flicked off the lights, stumbling into bed and throwing the blanket over myself. I turned to my side and stared at the wall in front of me, the same wall I had been staring at throughout my youth. Even with its new look, it still felt like my wall, my room. With one, final, loud yawn I tucked myself in and drifted off to sleep...Until.
  91.  
  92. Thump!
  93.  
  94. My eyes bolted open, my grogginess replaced by an overwhelming sense of dread. I remember that sound, that horrible, ghastly sound. Like a thousand hammers breaking away at my mind. It's been so long but I still remember that sound that practically ruined me when I was a child.
  95.  
  96. Thump!
  97.  
  98. That time I was sure I wasn't hearing things, my heart skipping beats in my chest as my legs and arms began to rattle furiously, it became hard to swallow the mucus building up in my throat. I turned myself away from the wall, glaring out into the darkness of my room.
  99.  
  100. Thump!
  101.  
  102. It was coming from under me, once again I was being haunted by a damn bed. It wasn't my imagination, nothing was playing tricks on me. That thing, that monster was in this room with me right now. I pushed myself along the bed until my back touched the wall, it wasn't even a day into being at home and some serious shit was already going down.
  103.  
  104. Thump!
  105.  
  106. I gritted my teeth, refusing to be tormented by that damn thing again. I remember its claws and eyes, the beast that tried to pull me away, the thing that was going to make away with a child. But unlucky for it I wasn't a child anymore.
  107.  
  108. Thump!
  109.  
  110. I built up the courage in my heart, if I could get away from it at six, then there’s no reason I couldn't deal with it as an adult. I wasn't weak or sickly, I could hold my own in a scrap, and claws or not I was ready to make this monster regret ever going toe to toe with me!
  111.  
  112. Thump!
  113.  
  114. With that last bang, I moved to the side of my bed, balancing myself on a knee and crouching over. Slowly, I lowered my right foot towards the ground until I made contact with the rug. And then I waited.
  115.  
  116. My body was overcome with cold sweats, a part of my brain was telling me not to risk it and retreat, but another part was telling me to hold my ground. So I did, keeping my foot firmly against the rug. There wasn't anymore thumping coming from below, which in turn put me even more at unease.
  117.  
  118. I almost convinced myself to pull away and just abandon the bed before a familiar claw reached out and grabbed on to my ankle.
  119.  
  120. “Oh no you don't!” I yelled out, a sudden rush of adrenaline surging me with energy. I reached down, almost falling on to my stomach as I wrapped my hand around the brown furred wrist.
  121.  
  122. I heard what sounded like a gasp coming from under the bed, a sign telling me to take the initiative. I jumped from my bed and wrapped my other hand around the wrist as well, dragging my feet along the rug as I pulled. I could see the eyes glowing under my bed, much wider than the last time I saw them. I had it on the ropes!
  123.  
  124. Even with its struggling, the beast was no match for me, crying out very feminine yelps of fear while I deprived it of its shelter. It scrambled and fought against my grip, another claw rising from the darkness to attempt to pry my fingers from its wrist. With a few more grunts and pulls, I finally yanked my tormentor from its home, tossing it away from the bed and into my room. Triumphantly, I ran to my lights and flicked them on, ready to see this horrible abomination in all its depravity! Today I would stand over the cowering craven and teach it a lesson! Finally, with a heart of joy, I flicked on my lights and looked down at the...
  125. Girl.
  126. ...
  127. Girl?
  128.  
  129. I was caught off guard, my mouth open as if I were to say something, but no words escaped my lips. Lying on the floor in front of me was a short petite girl that probably stood up to my rib cage at best. She had one of her claws in front of her face, her eyes were black with red iris's, looking at me with fear and confusion.
  130.  
  131. Her hair was silver, almost touching her shoulders in length. Two horns rested on her head, slanting until they pointed straight forward. Her ears were elvish and pointy, standing outwards instead of against her head. The brown fur of her arms stopped at the biceps and she shared the same fur on her legs with two hooves instead of feet. A tail was attached to her back side, with a little fluff on the end like a lion. And she was wearing short jean shorts and a black tank top.
  132.  
  133. And she was cute...
  134. Like, really cute, with not a single blemish on her white skin.
  135. “Ah!” She cowered, sitting up and throwing her arms in front of her face. “Don't hurt me!”
  136.  
  137. “Is...” I tried to find the proper words. “Is this some kind of joke?”
  138.  
  139. The girl peaked from behind her arms, blinking twice before finally lowering them. “W-what do you mean?”
  140.  
  141. I stood there dumbfounded, my mind still struggling to put the words together.
  142. “I...I mean you...” I stumbled. “Brown claws. Red eyes.”
  143.  
  144. The girl looked left and right, sharing my look of confusion. “Uh-huh?” She said with a nod.
  145.  
  146. “Okay, this is fucking stupid.” I complained, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Who the hell put you up to this? My dad?”
  147.  
  148. She blinked again, her eyes wandering across the room before her face lit up with an idea.
  149. “Yep! That's right! Your dad, that card! Thought he would pull a prank on you, but you're too sly!”
  150.  
  151. She got up and began to move across the room towards my bed. “Now will you excuse me, I'll just be going back down here, don't mind me though, just go right back to be-Eek!”
  152.  
  153. I grabbed her by the wrist again, pulling her back towards me. The fur felt so real, so life like. She looked up at me, the fear in her eyes returning once more. Curiously, I reached up, touching the tips of her horns with my fingers. She let out a squeak as I tugged on them, bringing her own claws up to hold on to them with a whimper.
  154.  
  155. The look of discomfort never left my face as my eyes trailed down to her tail, swishing back and forth behind her. Her eyes widened as I reached around her and grabbed on to it at the base, brushing it upwards until I squeezed the little ball of fluff at the end.
  156.  
  157. “Hiii~! Don't do that!” She cried, her face now bright red as she yanked the tail from my hands.
  158.  
  159. I jumped back gaining some distance between myself and the girl before pointing my finger accusingly.
  160. “It IS you! You are the monster under my bed!”
  161.  
  162. “Gee, what gave it away?” She pouted, holding her tail close to her chest.
  163.  
  164. “You don't look like a monster.”
  165.  
  166. The girl crossed her arms and pouted, her tail wagging impatiently behind her. “And what does a monster look like then?”
  167.  
  168. “Well...” My eyes trailed off, that question was more difficult than it should have been. “They're...They're big and ugly and have sharp teeth...I-I guess.”
  169.  
  170. “Oh!” She suddenly piped up. “I do have the sharp teeth, see!”
  171.  
  172. The girl lifted her upper lift with her claw, revealing her canines.
  173.  
  174. “I have those too...” I informed her.
  175.  
  176. “Yeah, well, mine are probably sharper...” She pouted.
  177.  
  178. I sat down on my bed, sighing to myself before looking back at the girl. “You live under my bed?”
  179.  
  180. “Well...Not exactly. Its just a door, kind of.” She explained.
  181.  
  182. “So you're telling me that there's a door under my bed?”
  183.  
  184. “Well, not an actual door.” She started again. “It's just a gap between here and my home.”
  185.  
  186. I couldn't believe the shit that was being fed to me right now. I simply glared at her, parsing my lips once before shaking my head.
  187.  
  188. “Well I can't explain it!” She whined. “I was stuck down there for some reason for a really long time!”
  189.  
  190. “And this 'door' suddenly opened again when a bed frame was put here?” I asked her with a raised brow.
  191.  
  192. “Yes! And then I heard the people living here were moving away, so I thought I could live in this house instead of the dirt hole I was living in before!”
  193.  
  194. “So, wait.” I stopped her. “That was you that grabbed my leg when I was a kid? Not some other 'monster'?”
  195.  
  196. She nodded.
  197.  
  198. “How...How old were you?”
  199.  
  200. “Seven.” She stated proudly. “And I got you good!”
  201.  
  202. Great. It wasn't even some ancient monster that has been eating children for thousands of years. Not only was the fact that it was a prank add insult to injury. But this 'evil' being was only a year older than me.
  203.  
  204. “So, why did you grab my leg again this time?” I asked her.
  205.  
  206. “Well...I kind of thought I could scare you away and have the house to myself...”
  207.  
  208. I gave her a mean look, one that she apparently picked up on as she refused to make eye contact, kicking her feet against the carpet and locking her hands behind her back.
  209.  
  210. “Do you have any idea how much this fucked me up when I was a kid?” I asked. “Nobody believed me, I had a fear of god damn beds for years!”
  211.  
  212. She looked down towards the ground, twirling her toe against the rug. “I didn't mean to hurt anyone, honest...”
  213.  
  214. I sighed, wiping my hands against my face and looking up at the ceiling.
  215.  
  216. “Do you have a name?”
  217.  
  218. “Cynthia...” She mumbled. This girl that I was terrified of for years of my life was named “Cynthia.”
  219.  
  220. “I'm Eric.” I introduced myself with a wave of a hand.
  221.  
  222. “Hi...Eric...”
  223.  
  224. “So, what now?” I asked her. “Cats out of the bag.”
  225.  
  226. “I don't really want to go back.” she told me honestly. “Its dark, and lonely, and I rarely ever see anyone else down there...”
  227.  
  228. “You don't melt in the day light, do you?” I asked her out of curiosity.
  229.  
  230. “No.”
  231.  
  232. I looked off ahead, sighing once more. My conscious was getting the better of me. She wanted this place for obvious reasons. I looked back at her face, she was still looking down at the ground. “You want to stay here?”
  233.  
  234. Cynthia perked up, looking at me with complete surprise. “Huh?”
  235.  
  236. “Well, its going to be awkward knowing I pushed you back down there if this is, in a way, your only way out.” I explained. “I don't mind you staying here with me.”
  237.  
  238. “Really?” Cynthia brightened up, a wide smile appearing on her face.
  239.  
  240. “Sure...Just pull your weight, alright? I expect something in return. Cooking, cleaning, whatever. Just don't laze around all day...”
  241.  
  242. Cynthia blinked, smiling slyly as she took a step closer. “I can think of one way to repay you right away.”
  243.  
  244. My eyes widened, looking up at her as Cynthia was already in the process of undressing. She pulled her top off to reveal her C-cup breasts to me, spinning her tank top once on her finger before throwing it on to the side, her pants soon followed as they dropped to the ground and were suddenly kicked away.
  245.  
  246. “W-woah, hold on! Are you serious?” I asked her, my face turning beat red.
  247.  
  248. Cynthia giggled, crawling on top of the bed and myself. She sat with her knees against the mattress and her bottom on my pelvis, her womanhood pressed firmly against my boxers.
  249.  
  250. She wrapped her claws around my neck, pulling herself closer until our lips almost touched. “Consider this as an “I'm sorry” for our first encounter.” She cooed before kissing me.
  251. I leaned my head away, much to the complaining of my other head.
  252.  
  253. “Hold on!” I stammered “W-where the hell did this come from?”
  254.  
  255. Cynthia's claws ran down my cheeks, the tips lightly scratching against my skin. She closed the distance between me and her once again, gently kissing my neck three times before looking back at me with a sultry smile.
  256.  
  257. “When I was young, I thought we could be friends, I didn't mean to hurt you.” She explained. “ I guess you could say it was a sort of crush.”
  258.  
  259. Before I could open my mouth, she kissed me lightly on the lips. “Its been so lonely, I never got along with my kind.”
  260.  
  261. It suddenly became hard to breath, a lump had formed in my throat and my heart was racing a mile a minute. I could just very well be the first person alive to make contact with another species of humanoid. And said humanoid wanted to have sex with me. Not that I was complaining at this point, Cynthia was gorgeous. Even with the strange additions to her body like the claws and the horns she could be the most beautiful woman I ever laid my eyes upon. Her hair was a perfect snow white, her skin was silky and soft to the touch, she smelled of lavender, and her lips sent shivers down my spine whenever they touched mine.
  262.  
  263. Without even realizing, I moved my hands against her sides, eliciting a small gasp from her before I took my own initiative and pressed my lips against hers. She moaned softly and sweetly, my mouth reluctantly trailing from hers as I kissed her cheek, followed by her neck and shoulder.
  264.  
  265. My left hand moved away from her chest and ribs, feeling her leg where the skin and fur met. My boxers started to become moist as Cynthia continued to grin against me, her pussy rubbing against my, now very hard, member furiously.
  266.  
  267. Almost like a beast, she pushed me against the bed, balancing herself above my pelvis and guiding my cock inside her with her claw. Her inside fought against the sudden intrusion, a tight squeezed formed around my head slowly until she finally hilted and slammed down against my pelvic. I was rewarded with a sudden sense of warmness and pleasure, her walls hugging me tightly as she moaned loudly, planting her claws against my chest.
  268.  
  269. I planted my hands on her hips, motioning her to move up and down against my shaft. Cynthia complied and began to move her hips, raising herself up and lowering herself slowly onto my rod. With each thrust she began to increase her pace, her breathing becoming heavier and faster with each motion of her hips.
  270.  
  271. I found myself fondling her breasts, kneading them and playing with her nipples. This continued until she buckled over, holding herself up with each of her forearms. Her lips once again connected with mine while she struggled to move her hips in motion. It appears Cynthia here is a really sensitive girl.
  272.  
  273. I took over the brunt work, using the opportunity to wrap my arms around her and flip her on to the bed, reversing our positions. She yelped in surprise, looking up at me with bewildered eyes while I went to work.
  274.  
  275. I spotted her tail hanging off to the side, grabbing on to the end and squeezing it softly. She let out a cute little squeak, her face becoming more red as she began to writhe.
  276.  
  277. “Got a weak spot, I see.” I asked her with a coy smile, giving it another squeeze.
  278.  
  279. “S-stop teasing me!” She ordered, bringing her balled claws up to her mouth.
  280.  
  281. I maintained my grip on her tail, pushing inside her again. I thrusted at a steady pace, Cynthia crying out every movement of my hips and every squeeze of her tail. Her legs began to kick and wiggle in the air, her hooves dangling helplessly while she had no choice but to endure.
  282.  
  283. “Stop it, please!” She begged before falling back against the bed, her arms spread out and her legs twitching madly.
  284.  
  285. Her tail still in hand, I leaned in and began to suck on her nipple, forcing her to let out more desperate and passionate moans. She writhed and cried out, unable to do anything against my onslaught on her body. Finally, she bit down on her forearm, trying to muffle her screams. Her hooves kicked into the air once again as her juices sprayed out against me, staining the sheets of the bed below.
  286.  
  287. “Its too much!” She managed to gasp. “I can't handle it...”
  288.  
  289. I let go of her tail, sitting straight and pulling her closer while I continued to help myself to her pussy. She lied back against the bed, only able to moan out exhausted little gasps with each of my thrusts. I wasn't far off myself, her own movements from before and all of the noises escaping her mouth were enough to set off all the right triggers in my body.
  290.  
  291. Soon I could feel the tidal wave of sensations flowing into my grown, a fire that wouldn't leave until I finally released inside her, letting it flow into her like a river. Cynthia shot back to life, crying out and reaching forward to wrap her arms around me. I fell forward, positioning myself on my arms so I wouldn't fall on to of her before rolling off with my back against the mattress.
  292.  
  293. Cynthia simply lied there for awhile, twitching and shaking before regaining a little bit of composure. She crawled up close to me, pulling the blanket over us and resting her head against my chest, her horns a few inches away from my face.
  294.  
  295. “I hope you know...” she started weakly. “That this means you're mine now.”
  296.  
  297. She looked up at me with a smile, nuzzling the side of her head against my chest. I smiled back and brushed her hair.
  298.  
  299. “You won't hear me complaining.”
  300.  
  301. --
  302. I woke up in the morning with a sharp breath, sitting up right away and rubbing my eyes. With a loud yawn and a stretch, I pushed myself against the back of the bed.
  303. “Cynthia?” I called out, looking at the side of the bed where she was sleeping. It was just me, the room was dead silent.
  304.  
  305. Was it all just a dream? What kind of pervert was I that this was the way my mind dealt with my fears? Well one way or another, it worked.
  306. I stood up and pulled my boxers back on, scratching the side of my head while I made my way towards the door and down the stairs.
  307.  
  308. I was suddenly hit with the smell of bacon and eggs and the sound of frying grease. Turning the corner to find Cynthia, in the flesh, standing in front of a frying pan. She looked to me and smiled, her tail wagging behind her.
  309.  
  310. “Oh, you're awake!” She said with glee, lifting the food from the pan with a spatula and placing them on two plates. “You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you.”
  311.  
  312. “O-oh.” I stammered, following her to the kitchen table and sitting down.
  313.  
  314. We ate in general silence, unsure of what to say to one another. I continued to stare at my plate, picking a piece of bacon with my fork and wrapping it in my mouth.
  315.  
  316. “Hey...Eric?” Said Cynthia, fidgeting in her seat.
  317.  
  318. I looked up at her with food still in my mouth with a “Hm?”
  319.  
  320. “Do you think...” She stopped herself, pressing her claws against her lips as if trying to find the right words. “Do you think we can make this work?”
  321.  
  322. I swallowed my food, looking into her unsure eyes. I took a deep breath and smiled, reaching over the table and putting my hand on top of her other claw.
  323.  
  324. “I think we can find a way.” I reassured her. Cynthia looked back at me, her frown turning into a hopeful smile.
  325.  
  326. “Yeah...I think so too...”
  327.  
  328. Its going to take some work, something like this has probably never been attempted in human history. But I'm willing to stick with it...I mean, its not every day that you meet the monster under your bed.
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