You were on the body wash soap
When the Anthros Came to Town
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
mindthief
By a stroke of luck, if you can even equate that to your predicament, the box is packed with soaps and washing supplies, so nothing really moved around. You imagined yourself being crushed by a bar of soap and shuddered. After the resounding THUD of Felicity putting the box down, and once you had regained your footing, you hear and feel the leopard girl striding away to do more unpacking and organizing. You wait until you can no longer feel the vibrations of her movement to assess your situation and calm yourself down.
Looking down and around, you are on a massive ocular platform with two crevices dividing it into thirds. From the light that streams in from the window of He bathroom into the box, said ovulation platform is a dark green. “Lotion bottle lid,” You surmise, speaking aloud because who the heck would hear you? You do have a brief session of panic and despair. You’re hundreds of miles from the only person who could ever help you and she probably thinks you bailed on helping her with her experiments. You sit down and try to think of a plan to get back to Meena.
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With the moving truck fully emptied, Winnie elects to take it back to the nearest moving station, only about a mile or two. She said she would walk back, wanting to get used to the new neighborhood. “Alright. Hurry back. I think I’ll get the bathroom set up first,” Felicity said, waving and turning back toward their new home. She shuts the door behind her, slamming it accidentally. “Gotta get used to the new door,” she mutters, and heads upstairs.
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The door slamming in the distance shakes you from your thoughts, or lack thereof. How can you have a plan when your only mode of transportation is the unpredictable winds and the planet sized anthros? You shoot to your feet, hearing the distant boom of paws and claws on wooden stairs. If one of them are coming here, you don’t want to be floating through the air again. Who knows where you would end up this time? Thinking quickly, you sprint toward the nearest crevasse in the lid and look into it. It’s dark and foreboding, but it can’t be worse than floating without control.
Suddenly, the bathroom light comes on overhead. You look up only long enough to see Felicity towering above you, and jump into the crevasse.
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Felicity Humana little tune to herself as she hefts the box of bathroom supplies onto the toilet and starts pulling things out. She sets up the sink first, getting the toothbrushes out and setting them in their respective nooks, then the toothpaste, then the hair care products.
Next, the shower supplies. She picks up the body wash container, marked by its dark green lid, and places it on the window sill in the shower. Then the shampoo, razors, and the two loofas.
“So tempted to break this in,” she sighs, standing back. “You know what? Imma do it,” she rushes out of the bathroom to grab a towel, then starts the hot water.
Something shakes the bottle you have sequestered yourself on. Many G’s force you to your stomach as the bottle is lifted, then suddenly stops. You lift a few feet in the air from the stop, then a blinding light erupts, momentarily blinding you. As it adjusts, you see the titanic head and breasts of Felicity, already soaked from the water. She seems to be staring right at you, but you know that is just wishful thinking. Before you can do anything, she turns the bottle upside down, sending you plummeting toward her outstretched hand. You start to float, of course, when something sticky and smelling heavily of pine hits you, pulling you down much faster toward the hand. You land in a pile, no, an ocean of lotion, and Felicity begins to lather herself.
Looking down and around, you are on a massive ocular platform with two crevices dividing it into thirds. From the light that streams in from the window of He bathroom into the box, said ovulation platform is a dark green. “Lotion bottle lid,” You surmise, speaking aloud because who the heck would hear you? You do have a brief session of panic and despair. You’re hundreds of miles from the only person who could ever help you and she probably thinks you bailed on helping her with her experiments. You sit down and try to think of a plan to get back to Meena.
——-
With the moving truck fully emptied, Winnie elects to take it back to the nearest moving station, only about a mile or two. She said she would walk back, wanting to get used to the new neighborhood. “Alright. Hurry back. I think I’ll get the bathroom set up first,” Felicity said, waving and turning back toward their new home. She shuts the door behind her, slamming it accidentally. “Gotta get used to the new door,” she mutters, and heads upstairs.
——-
The door slamming in the distance shakes you from your thoughts, or lack thereof. How can you have a plan when your only mode of transportation is the unpredictable winds and the planet sized anthros? You shoot to your feet, hearing the distant boom of paws and claws on wooden stairs. If one of them are coming here, you don’t want to be floating through the air again. Who knows where you would end up this time? Thinking quickly, you sprint toward the nearest crevasse in the lid and look into it. It’s dark and foreboding, but it can’t be worse than floating without control.
Suddenly, the bathroom light comes on overhead. You look up only long enough to see Felicity towering above you, and jump into the crevasse.
——-
Felicity Humana little tune to herself as she hefts the box of bathroom supplies onto the toilet and starts pulling things out. She sets up the sink first, getting the toothbrushes out and setting them in their respective nooks, then the toothpaste, then the hair care products.
Next, the shower supplies. She picks up the body wash container, marked by its dark green lid, and places it on the window sill in the shower. Then the shampoo, razors, and the two loofas.
“So tempted to break this in,” she sighs, standing back. “You know what? Imma do it,” she rushes out of the bathroom to grab a towel, then starts the hot water.
Something shakes the bottle you have sequestered yourself on. Many G’s force you to your stomach as the bottle is lifted, then suddenly stops. You lift a few feet in the air from the stop, then a blinding light erupts, momentarily blinding you. As it adjusts, you see the titanic head and breasts of Felicity, already soaked from the water. She seems to be staring right at you, but you know that is just wishful thinking. Before you can do anything, she turns the bottle upside down, sending you plummeting toward her outstretched hand. You start to float, of course, when something sticky and smelling heavily of pine hits you, pulling you down much faster toward the hand. You land in a pile, no, an ocean of lotion, and Felicity begins to lather herself.
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