Possum miniquest - Finished

/adhg/ #126

 No.32884534
>it's late and you are heading home
>decide to take a shortcut through alleyway
>of course right then an opossum is standing in your way
>get catcalled (human called?)
>flirts with you and asks your details
>try to squeeze past her and say you are busy right now
>finally get past her but not before feeling her squeezing your dick
>hurry home
>at the door you find out your stuff is missing, no keys, phone or wallet
>the opossum from before suddenly appears next to you
>says that you "dropped" your stuff back there
>she knows your name, where you live
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! I just wanted to get home faster!




>you try to keep living your life
>you still catch glimpses of her from time to time
>she is not approaching you
>you suspect she is living in your dumpster
>you become very self aware of what you throw away
>one day you forgot your laptop and had to turn around back to your apartment
>you grumbled as you unlock your door
>you hear scuttling inside
>you arm yourself with courage and the anti-bear spray and go in
>The opossum girl freezes as you enter
>you are enraged, she was drinking your beer
"HOW DID YOU GET IN!?! ... are you stealing my clothes?"
>her gaze goes to the plastic bag filled with your dirty laundry
>she shrugs
"It sells well at craigslist."


   *What do you do now?*
Anon-1 ; i'd call the cops at that point she's selling your property for profit
Anon-2 ; ask if she's at east gonna replace what she stole, I need my underwear men, I walk around my house in that
Anon-3 ; Ask her if she's homeless or if she just really likes my place for some reason.


>you stare at each other for awhile
"So you break into my apartment and steal my underwear. Why shouldn't i just call the cops?"
>she scratches her chin for a second
"I can give you 8$ for each one."
"That doesn't pay me the ones you already stole and i could sell them myself."
>She begins snickering, bending down and leaning her weight on the couch
"I'm sorry, haha, Is just the image of you selling your underwear to a biker gang is realy funny"
>thewhatnow.jpg
>you break out in a cold sweat
>she sees your shock and hastily tries to calm you down
"oh shit, don't worry man, they are from the next town over."
>you sit down, your stomach is still uneasy
>she hands you the beer and you swing at it
>tastes funny
"Did you do something to this."
"yeah, it's mostly rum."
>now you are skipping work for sure

...

>20 min later you are smoking pot with her
>she is telling you some crazy stories
>like about a cafe with human wieters wearing only speedos
>you call bullshit on that one
>then a question pops into your mind
"Why did you stalk me?"
>she is taken a bit aback
"No idea, you just click. And so did your window, you need to change that piece of garbage!"
>you chuckle together
"If you are going to keep breaking into my apartment i should at least know your name."
"Fair, Natalie, but call me Nat."
"I'm Anon"
>you pass her the joint
"Nat, I have been wondering, where do you actually live?"
"There's a forsaken building two blocks away, I have most of what i need, but i do use your sowers sometimes"
"Damn, first my clothes, now my shower, is there something you won't take?"
>you cuche  bit until you realise she is in silence, just observing
>She begins moving
>her baggy clothes begin to cover you up as she crawls on all fours on the sofa
>standing on top of you she caresses your neck with her muzzle
"no"
>she nibbles at you ear while undressing
>you help her, running your hand through her grey fur
>the grip of her naked tail tightens around your leg
>you stare into her deep black eyes
>the intoxicated possum holds your head, planting small kisses and pressing it against her small breasts
>You penetrate her velvety cunt
>you move your hips trying to reach her deepest places
>a trickle of blood stains your base as Nat rides you madly
>each time you hilt yourself in her wetness she screams
>you hands travel to her hips,slamming you deeper into her
>her claws digging into you skin begin to draw blood
>she begins gripping your neck
>teasing you with oxygen and the hypnotic movement of her hips
>the sensation of pain and the pulsing grip of her folds is to much
>you release inside of her painting her insides white
>with that she cries in ecstasy one last time before slumping on top of you
>the rest of the day blurs together between smoking pot, cuddling and pizza.
>now you have a new flatmate that will probably pay half rent
>life is good