Visiting a Friend

>The dense canopy of deciduous trees filter out any of the waning sunlight in the endless series of branches and dark green leaves fluttering in the breeze above
>Taking a detour from the dwindling trail succumbing to roots and ferns, you go off the beaten path into a series of small gaps almost appearing torn out from between the scraggly thorny nettles
>Despite the difficulty navigating this deep in the woods, this wasn’t your first time coming here
>You knew you were getting close as the trees began to thin out, many of the tall oaks and aspens withering into imposing pillars of dead wood
>Yet despite the clearing coming up ahead, this space always seemed… darker? Even if logically the jagged bare branches should let more light in
>You were reminded to put logic aside for a moment as you saw the person you were waiting all day to meet
>It wasn’t your imagination, even if people used to dismiss her as your imaginary friend despite your age
>The lagomorph figure stood probably three times your height, tall and gaunt in a way that resembled the trees around her home
>With her simple dress stirring in the wind, she looked away from you fiddling with something
>Yet the moment you silently crossed foot into her domain, her head of deceptively soft white fur and great large bunny ears swiveled unnaturally mechanically to see you
>And there was no doubt she saw you, for the small pupils in her impossibly huge white eyes focused on you in an instant, and her gaze never softened below a soul piercing stare
>Unblinking she contorted her slim mouth into a wry grin at your arrival
>”Oh it is you? Have you brought trinkets to share?”
>Completely jaded to a sight that would send any rational person running home, you lifted your backpack cheerfully
>”I think you’ll find a bunch of this stuff cool.”
>In contrast to her size she approached you silently and eerily gracefully
>”Come, we can take a seat outside? To see the many baubles?”
>Giving a nod you followed her to the side of her dilapidated residence
>Although seemingly quite small, you knew from the few times she let you in the true size was paradoxically large
>...but it would only vex you to linger on the details, like many of the strange things about her
>Soon enough you made it to a large chair of ancient gray wood polished to a comfortable smoothness
>Taking her seat first, she watched you closely as you had to scramble to take a seat in her lap, sinking a little into the pale red of her dress
>Looming over you expectantly as you unzipped the bag, you couldn’t help but scold her
>”I know you’re excited but it wouldn’t hurt to blink.”
>Unbothered she replied in her perpetually questioning tone
>”You can only visit so often, so I must not waste a moment of seeing you, right? Are you uncomfortable?”
>With the feeling of her fur below the soft dress, you were more than comfortable
>Something about her deathly quiet and uneven breathing that could only be heard so close used to unsettle you, but it had actually become endearingly pleasant over the years
>”I’m fine, hey actually check this out on my phone first.”
>She craned her neck down to see the small screen, causing her ears to flop down at either side of you like plush curtains
>With a laser focused awe she watched every movement of your finger over the glowing symbols to bring up the latest snapchat filter
>She was unsure where you were going with this as you tilted the phone back to capture both of you in the camera
>Your face in the reflection was instantly transformed into a high budget marvel movie character, but the CGI helmet struggled and flickered over her peculiar face
>You didn’t bother taking a photo, as she universally came out as a dark blur in every frozen shot
>After a moment of silence she let out a dry wheezing laugh
>It may not have sounded like much, but you knew from personal experience this was practically the height of joy she could display
>”These ‘filters’ always amuse, do they not? Such strange things these machines are made for?”
>You could feel her hand cup the back of your head with delicate precision, ever so gently rubbing into your hair
>”But as much as these trinkets are very nice, your company is most interesting, yes?”
>Feeling safer in this otherwise frightening woman’s arms than even your own home, you relaxed before perking up with an idea
>”Oh wait check out this video!”
>Swiping across the screen for the one you wanted, a few of the other short recordings played
>One of them being something you had almost forgotten about
>A dumb shitpost where your friend yells “YEET” and tosses an empty bottle at your head, buried under every sound effect you could find
>You wouldn’t think twice about it if you hadn’t felt her fingers tense around your head, warmth gradually draining out of them
>Her tone was low, serious
>”What was that? Who did that to you?”
>Feeling a lump in your throat you did your best to sound casual
>”It’s a meme, I mean he can be a jerk sometimes but it’s just a joke with a friend…”
>She held your head in both hands, coveting you as if it helped her calm down despite her flat tone
>”If anyone brings harm to you, simply bring them to the woods, easy? I will take care of them like the pests in my garden?”
>Her gaze shifts to something far off…
>But following her eyes you can make out a shadow dangling in the trees
>Probably just a broken branch
>”T-thanks, but I’m fine. Here’s the video I wanted to show you.”
>As if nothing happened she looks back to the glow of the tiny screen, scanning the visage of a fat guy walking into a glass door
>Sure enough she lets out another low raspy laugh
>And with it her hands still remain firmly on you, but her grasp softens and she begins to ruffle your hair softly
>”How does he make such a mistake?”
>You laugh with a slight snort, back to hanging out with her like normal
>”Wanna see him do it again? There’s like 3 videos of this guy.”
>She nodded, and before you knew it she had watched all of them
>As well as marveled at the eggbeater you brought over and a cheap mystery box figure you got at Walmart
>It wasn’t until night had completely fallen you realized the time
>And under the inky blackness strangely devoid of stars in such a rural area, she muttered something with a lack of confidence completely against her normal tone
>”It is too dark out, not safe, like when we first met, yes? Would you… would you stay the night with me?”
>Picking up on her uncharacteristic awkwardness, you gingerly accepted
>”Sure, if it’s no trouble.”
>Her normally slim mouth stretched just the slightest to expose the edges of rather un-rabbitlike teeth
>But this concerning reveal was offset by her genuine smile
>”Never any trouble, not for you? I made something fresh from the garden, just for you, good?”
>Rising from the chair she probably could have carried you
>But instead she wrapped a large hand around yours, easily dwarfing yours in a sweet hold
>And it was already hard to see much detail in the dark
>But the notion of a hint of a blush on that neutral face crossed your mind
>Probably your imagination…

. . .

>The front door of the old abode of weathered lumber was seemingly normal, but that was exactly why it caught your attention
>It dawned on you that you had never actually seen the unnaturally tall occupant pass through the door, but now with her clutching your hand it looked like you might solve one of her many mysteries
>With slightly unnerving agility she angled herself through the door headfirst, dragging herself through the frame in a twisting spiral of her long limbs
>And yet she managed to keep her hand level with yours despite the rotation, allowing you to calmy follow her dexterous entrance
>The interior was in better condition, although a bit dusty and cobwebbed
>However the spatial logic behind the impossibly tall ceiling to fit your companion boggled your mind
>But you wouldn’t get to linger on the idea as she steadily pulled you forward, unblinking eyes fully locked on you rather than the path ahead
>”You remember the rules?”
>A little distracted by the way she easily navigated around corner after corner without looking, you nodded
>”Do NOT disturb the garden, and don’t enter the rabbit hutch at night.”
>She squeezed your hand a little tighter, speaking a little slower to emphasize her point
>”Those are the outside rules, remember?”
>She continued to take you further into her home, seemingly walking circles yet instead of returning to the front door the layouts of the hallways continued to change sporadically
>The carpet changed color subtly and occasionally rose at right angles to the wall and darted across a corner out of sight, the paintings varied from wooded landscapes to dark undefined shapes, and small black silhouettes like living shadows flitted between little mouse holes
>It was easier to match her gaze and listen rather than think about where exactly you were going
>”Don’t open any drawers, touch any locked boxes, and if someone knocks more or less than three times on a door it isn’t me, do NOT open it, clear?”
>You replied with an unconfident look behind your shoulder
>”But the entrance is back there…”
>She nodded slowly, happy you were listening but a little confused
>”Yes?”
>It was probably best not to ask more
>Eventually in the dim hallways lit by… well you actually couldn’t exactly tell where the light came from… but she opened a door to the dining room
>Despite the strange ambient light behind you, a few candles drew your eyes to the table
>One that bizarrely grew in size gradually from one end to another, forming a slope that the dishes seemed to cling to regardless of gravity
>But the strange design made more sense to you as she sat at the large end, flicking her jittering eyes between the empty chair and you to make her intentions clear
>”Would you sit and try something, please?”
>Taking a seat you noticed she definitely wasn’t lying about making something from the garden
>Beautifully cooked carrots and lean game meat from something unfortunate enough to poke into her cabbage sat beside, well what appeared to be sautéed sticks and spice sprinkled bones
>Some evenings she brought out food to the porch, which was very nice of her, but it meant her rather expansive definition of what qualified as “food” wasn’t a total surprise after more than a couple polite excuses about “being full already”
>Waiting for her to begin, she simply watched you expectantly without touching her utensils
>”Oh, I said this was for you did I not?”
>As politely as you could you reached past the more questionable dishes and discolored pastes to take the vegetables
>Unflinching in the eerie lighting with the small yellow flames reflected in her eyes, she gave a subtle smile as you were pleasantly surprised by the uncanny cooking
>With your mouth full she spoke softly to fill the silence
>”How many years ago did I find you lost in my woods? And how many little trinkets have you brought, joys you’ve shown me since then?”
>That first night was a blur, but the quiet giant slipping her frame between the dead trees under the new moon had been your savior when you were cold and afraid
>She was somehow even less talkative then, but she put you in a small cot for the night
>Despite the kindness she seemed adamant on watching you until you slept
>And in an attempt to distract yourself you pulled out your phone, only to discover her fascination leaning down to see it too
>…really now that you think about it she was still in the same position watching you the next morning
>No doubt thinking about the same night for a second, she pulled up the short sleeve of her dress and dragged down a little snap bracelet, broken watch, and dangling necklace wrapped around her long arm
>Studying them with the same intensity she normally reserved for you, she placed the gifts you had given to her on the table before resuming her prolonged eye contact
>Slowly she reached out with some hesitation, touching a couple sharp nailed fingers gingerly against your shoulder before planting her hand down with a squeeze
>”I… I would like to ask something from you? I need help with s-something you-”
>She was cut off by a loud knock against a previously unseen door to the right, stealing both your attention for a moment before she gently pushed your face back to her
>”Remember the rules of this place? Ignore it, yes?”
>You did as she said, nodding as she drifted her hand back to your shoulder
>”I meant to say this is only something you can help with, okay? But I need to know if you will agree?”
>Swallowing your mouthful of the dinner, one that she did specially make for you, there was little hesitation in your answer
>”Well sure, what do you need?”
>Her voice was always low, but you couldn’t hear her answer as it struggled to escape her throat
>But in a flash that made you flinch she reached her other arm on your other shoulder, holding you in place as she shattered any illusion of size the uneven table provided by lunging forward with startling speed an inch from your face
>With her ears standing upright and bulging eyes aligned with yours, her warm breath sputtered against your skin for a moment before she spoke her need clearly
>”YOU.”
>Taken aback by the only time she hadn’t phrased something as a question, there was no denying what she just said
>”What uh, what do you mean by that?”
>She didn’t back off from your personal bubble for a moment
>”Do you not enjoy the time with me as I do you? Do you not treasure our moments together?”
>Taken aback you realized you were trembling, but it wasn’t the dread being loomed over like this should have elicited
>Instead it was something else thumping through your chest
>”Ye-yeah, I do… I do!”
>With a surprised gasp you were lifted into the air by those hands on your shoulders, but even as she stood to her full height she kept you just as close to her face
>”Then there must be no way you could disagree?”
>She didn’t let you answer as her breathing grew quicker, stealing the air from your lungs with a deep fumbling kiss
>The sensation was strange, she didn’t seem to know exactly what she was doing, but she was putting her all into it, maintaining complete eye contact through the invasive dark tongue moving past your lips
>Her mouth tasted bitter with the faintest hint of sweetness, like tart blackberry jam and cough syrup
>The inexplicable flavor put you in a daze, delaying your response to the lack of oxygen as the seconds ticked by
>It was only with a lightheaded pat against her arm that she relented, delighting in your desperate gasp for air
>”Do you understand how I feel? Have you not felt the same way for so long?”
>You never thought about her in this light, or more accurately lack of, but it was true she had grown to be incredibly dear to you
>With unbridled intensity from those eyes set in dark rings underneath, she waited for your answer
>”I didn’t know… but I can’t imagine life without you… and you’re… you’re…”
>Thoughts about her swaying in her dress in the clearing and holding you close swayed the rational part of your mind away from the fact you still struggled to understand what exactly she even was
>”Indescribable… and beautiful.”
>She didn’t react at first, but you felt your body shake in her arms before you realized she was the one quivering now
>With a crimson infatuation spreading across her pale face, she let her eyes dart around the room in deep thought as the words seemed to evade her
>Being so close you gently reached out an arm to tenderly mirror the way she would rub your hair, but on a considerably reversed scale
>The gesture seemed to pull her from her stupor
>”Is it time I show you something special of my own?”
>The room morphed into a blur as she hurtled out the door with you in tow, her pale red dress fluttering behind her as she moved unnaturally fast without a sound beyond her captivated breathing
>Her typical short strides were inhumanly long as she effortlessly glided through the furnished labyrinth practically lifting you in a bridal carry
>Diving into one of the unmarked doors, you were swiftly deposited on a bed meant for someone three times your size with a creak of springs
>She slammed the door behind her, leaving you frozen in uncertainty what to do next
>Only able to trace her movements as she walked closer to showcase her full height over you
>”I spoke of something special, something only you could help with?”
>”Y-yeah?”
>With a turn away from you towards a locked dresser, you looked for whatever she was about to show you
>But instead her hands drifted upwards, and after a simple movement her dress drifted to the floor
>And there was nothing underneath
>Her slim ivory furred body was completely bare, her toned hips resembled the full moon bent in your direction
>She even had a small puffed tail previously hidden under the fabric, one that softened the frightening way she twisted her body towards you
>And yet that swivel showcased her modest breasts, her stare burning into you despite her wobbly mouth
>But her unwavering look was undeniably piercing you with her own unique affection
>”I have a feeling when you are around, one that you might know? One I did not know before you arrived? A burning, and nothing but a void where that once was when you leave?”
>Her quiet breathing grew louder
>”I NEED you, but… do you need those clothes?”
>As soon as you could reach for your belt, she was already dragging your pants down
>Curiously eyeing the boxers underneath, she didn’t hesitate to unwrap the hidden layer down your legs, holding them to her face like many of the trinkets you brought her
>”Strange that you wear these… perhaps I will keep them?”
>Quickly folding the undergarments and stuffing them under her bed, she crawled onto the covers with you
>Her constant eye contact drifted considerably lower on you, before spreading her legs just enough to expose a dark but glaringly womanly opening
>”Will you help me with this feeling? This need?”
>Unable to take your eyes off each other, she interpreted your silence herself
>”If I understand correctly you need… preparation?”
>Before you could react she was upon you with the full entirety of her eclipsing size, the thin coating of fur on her face tickling you as she nibbled against your neck with those large angled teeth
>You exhaled sharply, and this encouraged her to drift lower
>She traced her tar black tongue further south with a trail of her dark saliva that left your skin sensitive and tingling with every warm breath
>Studying your face for reactions with those inky pupils, her hands took their favorite perch along your head
>Then with a jolt of lightning up your spine, her mouth found the target she was looking for
>Greatly amused by your reaction, you could feel her dry wheezing laugh push past the slick appendage coating your stiffening rod
>But as quickly as she started she pulls back with a thin strand of that black spit, taking those hands in your hair lower, making sure to tease the same wet sensitive trail she left behind with the faintest tip of her nails
>She muttered seemingly to herself rather than you
>”Like picking carrots from the garden?”
>Although this side of her was incredibly endearing, your frazzled mind took a moment to register the fear you should be feeling from the inexperienced monster pushing you into her bed
>However if anything, this fear mixed with the mounting arousal, further hardening your member being tugged between a few distressingly strong but silky furred fingers
>Gliding firmly from base to tip, it was difficult to fully word what was going through your mind
>But it was heavenly
>Pleased to see her experimental success, she relaxed her latest stroke and pulled away to watch you involuntarily squirm
>Evidently she thought you were ready now, and brought her large lanky hips closer to your own
>Breathing right into your ear she whispered with the most passion she could muster in her low voice
>”Will you help me?”
>Despite the daze of disbelief, you reciprocated for your friend in need
>She spread her legs further, rising straighter before leaning back in her sitting position
>Your engorged destination was practically steaming with desire, telltale clear stains already formed in the sheets from the time spent “preparing” you
>With complete attention locked on you, she silently willed you forward, spreading her lower lips with her hands to encourage you
>So you took a deep breath, and plunged into her abyss
>It turns out that against expectations, she was the inverse of her house, with the entrance being misleading to how unnaturally tight her insides were
>Immediately those dark folds gripped down on your dick like a vacuum seal, forming a perfect bond
>Perhaps too perfect, as her velvet vice was so tight you struggled to make it the full length down her unnaturally pulsing inner walls
>While you clenched your teeth and pushed in deeper, she brought those large hands to rest on your head, her piercing gaze enraptured by what she was witnessing
>Taking you by surprised, she took her own initiative and pulled you in closer by your head, burying your face in her plush exterior and indirectly driving you in deeper
>Holstered abruptly all the way to the base, her expression didn’t change much, but her ears betrayed her stimulation as they shot straight into the air
>Even after her ears flopped back down, they would continue to twitch as her faint breathing grew into labored silent gasps while you repeated the motion
>As your new rhythm started picking up pace, she remained fully unblinking, the idea of it as a  potentially creepy gesture was long gone from your mind, only able to see a heartwarming stare
>The bed springs creaked as you rocked into her with rapidly waning control, there was no need to hold back considering she towered over you
>The whole time she continued to caress your head rather sweetly like a coveted jewel, adding to the fog of bliss building inside
>A quick glance up through the escalating pleasure clouding your thoughts revealed her overwhelming orbs peering down at you like great saucers, ears still shuddering, and her slim grin leaking a thin line of pleasured dark drool
>She wasn’t the best at showing it, but she was loving every second of the embrace she’d been waiting for
>Driven by primal desire as well as a healthy amount of subconscious fear, you fought with the growing need for release, insistent on pounding that love tunnel as hard as you could
>Although she effortlessly absorbed the spirited thrusting that would send a regular bed frame frantically thumping against the floor, the major sign of her own impending climax was that her precision eyes started to lose focus
>Still putting your all into stirring her insides, the textures of subtle ridges that shifted and changed every second sent sparks of pleasure down your shaft, similarly driving you to your own limit
>But without warning as you hilted all the way inside her one more time, she was sent over the edge
>Seizing up in a wave of spastically orgasmic shudders, her puffy sex clamped down on yours almost painfully hard, instantly milking you for everything you were worth
>As her nethers leaked a mixture of clear and partially inky lubricant, your eyes rolled back as you added plenty of white paint with rope after rope
>It almost felt like you blacked out for a moment from the sensory overload, but that was more because she was pressing your head incredibly tightly into her warm midsection with each tremor of pleasure
>Even after completely draining your balls, you fired a couple blanks while the feelings jerked and spasmed through you
>Reality seemed to drift away for a few minutes there, which wasn’t too farfetched with her
>It was mind numbingly comfortable with the duet of shaken breathing you shared as she fell onto her side, keeping you held close for the ride
>It felt like you were ascending through the afterglow, but it was actually her lifting you to her unceasing staring contest to gently place a kiss on your forehead
>She paused to gather herself before speaking almost inaudibly low
>“S-s-sooo wonderful, such a treasure you have given me, but I have one more question for you?”
>Sluggishly you managed to agree, and she spoke with a returning edge of seriousness
>”Will you stay with me?”
>She paused upon remembering your clothes strewn out on the bed
>”Of c-course you will still need to return to your life, indulge my desire for trinkets, but I mean visit much more often? You remember I can not leave my woods, but now I could not bear to see you gone so long?”
>Maybe it just what transpired that emboldened you, but visiting her had always oddly enough been the highlight of your night, so the underlying feelings were always there
>”You are my life, maybe we can do something a lot longer than a visit?”
>The anxiousness that had crept into her face melted into a thin smile, easily one of the biggest she’d ever shown you
>”That can be arranged, yes?”
>Growing tired you narrowly spotted her upturning your pants from the floor, shaking them until your phone fell from the pocket and hit the covers
>Delicately she picked it up, and pushed it against your chest
>She didn’t even need to say anything, you instantly knew what she wanted
>And with tired eyes you looked for whatever shitpost was saved to your phone she hadn’t seen yet
>Just the two of you, illuminated by the LED glow of your phone
>You didn’t make it past her first dry chuckle before you fell asleep in her arms
>Satisfied with the phone, she instead turned her attention to the more interesting figure in her hold
>”I think sleeping here with me will be a new rule, okay?”