1/2/2024 0 Comments Tattletail mama story![]() ![]() I haven't purred in a while, so my purr was rather hoarse and deep unlike my cubs. I began to purr in satisfaction and shut my eyes, leaning into (his/her) hand. surprisingly nice to get this attention that my children have gotten. But I won't deny that (he/she) had such a warm, soft hand. Oh! (He/she's) touching my back.! Well, that was quite unexpected. I wonder what would happen if I were to pet her? I'm being rested on by a large furby creature. I don't know if i like it or not to be honest. what exactly is she planning to do.? I don't understand. not gonna hurt me? She's just sitting there atop me. I'm glad (he/she) isn't scared of me anymore. I felt (his/her) chest slowly rise and fall as they took deep breaths to calm down further and I wagged my tail slightly. The scent of fear was slowly dwindling and (his/her) breathes became more calmer. (She/he) seemed to have settled down now. more like a puppy trying to comfort its owner after he/she got hurt. But it wasn't in a animalistic, hungry way. i felt that tongue run up and down my face licking away my tears and sweat. I felt tears and sweat stream endlessly down my face. What is she doing?! Is she toying with me?! Like a kitty cat before killing its prey?! Then i saw a long discolored tongue slip out of her maw and lick those three pointed fangs on her upper jaw. I began to see sweat and tears form on that sweet little face, and I frowned. I examined that adorable (color) face blink and stare back at me with those wide (color) eyes. I felt their heartbeat through their little chest on where i sat. I saw the fear intensify as i slowly rested myself on (his/her) chest. The struggling under me felt kind of nice, but I must put a stop to it. The overbearing scent of fear was intoxicating, but I didn't want it coming from (him/her) anymore. The horrified look on (his/her) face was adorable as it was saddening knowing I was the one causing it. I just laid there stating into her hollow red eyes. she stared at me with some type of look as she stood on my chest, pinning me to the ground. He landed safely on his backside, then got up and stared at mama. before I could even think about making a run for it, she launched into my chest, tackling me straight into the ground, and knocking tattletail out of my grip. She stared with her piercing red eyes into mine. My light wasn't flickering though? Yesterday wasn't like this? I glanced back and forth as the grinding was RIGHT on top of me. Boy am I! I was rooted in the spot as the grinding got louder. "You're in big trouble!~" Tattletail teased. too precious.īut first, I gotta show I'm not mad anymore. What I do know is that I'm unable to kill this one in particular. the fact (he/she) actually cared for my precious cubs as if they were me? I wish I knew. maybe it's because of (his/her) innocent nature in daylight? Or it's the terror in those teary (color) eyes?Īnd. (He/she) opened their presents way before Christmas! it's far past their bed time! But there's something about this one that interests me. I've always thought of humans, typically their children, to be small whiny sacks of meat. ![]() It made me feel a feeling i haven't felt since 1998. Those adorable (favorite color) pajamas with a (logo/picture) on the chest only made (him/her) look more adorable. I stopped in my tracks as that flashlight lit the area giving me a good view of (him/her).Ī human child no less, but still they were actually quite. 'come to mama.' as i crept closer (he/she) shook her flashlight. then I came across that dainty silouette. I was wandering around the house following the delectable scent of fear. I realized that those eyes weren't half lidded. Curiously, I glanced down at him and saw his eyes were darting back and forth. When I reached for the fridge door, he stopped his babbling. "Alright already." I muttered making my way to the fridge. "Give me a treat!" My tattletail repeatedly demanded in that high baby tone. I carefully crept through the dark house to make sure. I slowly walked around my house with my flashlight slowly fading. ![]()
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