Charlotte's Visit: Part One
General Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphic and/or sexual nature. As such it is not suitable for view by persons under the age of eighteen. Please respect the law in your area, it's in place for your own good.
Mission Statement: This story was written and collaborated on by one or more members of TheMishMash. We are a team of like minded friends who strive to bring humor, drama, adventure, and sordid affairs to the masses. Comments and questions are always welcome and we can be contacted through our user page here on SoFurry. Please denote who you're asking for when leaving a message. Sincerely... Ghoti, Bones, and Scratch.
Charlotte's Visit: Part One
Written by: Ghoti
Content: This story contains one very horny female bat pleasuring herself to hematophagiatic (if that's a word) pornography. Read in shorthand: F/Solo, Bat, Fingering, Vaginal, Porn, Anal, M/F
Personal Notes: Ghoti says, "I do not have a cousin name Charlotte. But if I did, and if I should ever have her over to the house, and if she should ever do what she did in this story, and if I should have woke up and caught her doing it... And that's a lot of ifs. But I'm confident you catch my drift. Please enjoy, and remember, this is part 1... Of 3."
"Put. On. A. Shirt." Ghoti admonished for the third time.
"Why?" Scratch, his one eyed bobcat roommate asked.
Ghoti made an exasperated sound. "Cause my cousin Charlotte's coming over to stay the night and I don't want her thinking I live in some hillbilly flophouse."
Bones, the skunk who also shared the rent, belched loudly from the chair in front of the computer.
Ghoti shook his head. "Classy, B." He returned his attention to the shirtless lynx. "Go get dressed. You can dance naked for all I care as soon as you're holed up in your own room for the night, but put on a shirt until she goes to sleep."
"Speaking of which..." Bones asked the bat. "Where is she sleeping?"
"My bed." Ghoti replied and then defended himself from the others' questioning looks. "It's not like I sleep in it. I'll be in the closet."
"Sleeping in the same room as your cousin..." Scratch mused in a querulous voice. "And you call US hillbillies."
"I'LL BE IN THE CLOSET!!!" Ghoti fumed. "NOW GO PUT ON A SHIRT!!!" They were all gathered in the library and the bat pointed a claw in the direction of the bobcat's room with adamant force.
Scratch cast a bemused look at the skunk on the computer. Bones smiled back. Ghoti meant well, but he tended to over react when his extended, but rarely seen, family was involved.
Bones tried to calm him down as Scratch prudently made for his room, presumably to don the necessary clothing. "Why's she staying here for the night anyway?" The skunk asked.
Ghoti massaged the back of his neck, an unknown nervous tick that shone brightest when the bat was frustrated or put on the spot. "Her little brother Keese tripped and chipped a fang. Her folks are having to take him a few hundred miles up north to a dentist who specializes in bats." He grinned joylessly and tapped a claw on his inch long incisors for emphasis. "She doesn't want to go and knew I never sleep in my bed. Figured I wouldn't mind if she gave it a little use for once."
Bones was nodding. He knew that Ghoti, a strange case even as compared to other bats, slept hanging upside down in his closet. "At least your bed will look like it's been slept in." He said. The skunk thought for a minute. "Charlotte's the one with the red fur isn't she?"
Ghoti was nodding. "That's her." He glanced at a nearby clock which silently proclaimed it was six in the evening. "And she'll be here in a little while."
"It's just for one night though, right?" Bones asked cautiously. Having women in the house didn't exactly make him nervous. But having a bat he didn't know that well did.
Ghoti knew his friend's worries. "Don't freak, Flower." He assured the skunk. "I'll give her my glasses to drink out of and I've a quarter bottle left in case she needs it." Ghoti was referring to "sanguine", which was his ineffective nickname for blood. Being a close friend to a bat, Bones had the benefit of knowing that the often heard rumor of hematophagia in the species was in fact true. "But she should be fine unless she gets nervous or angry or h-" Ghoti stopped short. "She should be fine." He re-stated.
Bones gave him a curious look but remained silent. Scratch ambled back into the room, having put on a rumpled t-shirt. "Satisfied, WingNut?"
"Very." Ghoti said and went to the living room to wait for his cousin.
*****
Charlotte got out of her parents' car and waved goodbye to her mom, dad, and pitifully sulking little brother as they drove away. She stood looking at the house her white furred cousin lived in with his two roommates. She'd been here before for a party or two, but she'd never stayed the night. Being only 18 and nearly ten years younger than Ghoti, she hadn't been sure if he would agree to let her stay. But he had, with one stipulation, which she thought didn't make much sense. He wanted her to leave a few of her armbands behind on purpose.
She picked her overnight bag off the cold ground and made for the door. Ghoti must've been waiting and watching from the living room because he opened the door before she could knock. "Hey, Cuz." He said.
Charlotte smiled at him. They'd been good friends when Ghoti had been her age and she had been a knee high bundle of knees and elbows. And she still thought the world of him. She reached for him and was a little surprised when he hugged her back. "Thanks for letting me sleep over, Ghoti." She said.
"I'm glad to." He said then held her at arms length. "I'm also glad I can tuck you away in my room without it being weird. I'm not sure I trust my roomies around such a pretty redhead."
A blush rose to the girl's large ears and she giggled a tad nervously.
"C'mon in, Char." Her pale cousin said and took her bag. "I'll put your bag in the room. The guys are in the library." He called over his shoulder as he went down the hall.
Charlotte remembered the way and made only one stop off. She paused in the kitchen and opened the fridge. She knew what Ghoti's stash looked like and breathed a sigh of relief when she found the paper wrapped bottle of blood in the back corner. She didn't expect to have any problems, but it was better to be safe than sorry. She proceeded to the library, which was actually an overgrown game room, and found her cousin's roommates engaged in one of the games Ghoti often called "copy/paste porn for 4-F's and Section-8's".
"Quit hiding, coward." The bobcat said to the skunk. "You can't kill 'em if you don't go looking for them."
"Check the score, Stubs." Bones replied. "I've only died once."
"And only killed 9 people." A press of a button brought up the score and showed the bobcat had twice as many kills, but a total of 6 deaths.
"This is why Ghoti won't play with you, y'know." The white haired mephitidade observed. "You think you know everything about how to play." He fell silent for a minute then drove the knife in deep. "Plus, he's better at it than you."
From her position behind the couch, Charlotte watched the big cat back his ears in the universal symbolism of pissed-offery. "The fuck you say." He growled.
"The fuck I do say." Bones replied as the current game drew to a close with the two animals present leading the rankings on their team. He then glanced around and saw Charlotte standing behind them. He blushed, remembering what he had said a second ago.
"Sorry you had to hear that, Charlotte." He apologized. "We can get a little carried away."
"Huh?" Scratch asked and looked around. It took a second for the one eyed cat to find her with his good eye. "Oh, hey Char." He gave a little salute. "You wanna play?"
"No thank you." She said and walked to a nearby armchair. "I never got into those kinds of things."
Scratch shrugged and turned to the skunk. "Go again?" He asked with the poorly concealed need of a certified war junkie.
"No dice, Buddy." The skunk replied. "We have a guest you know."
Charlotte held up her paws in a negating gesture. "You don't have to go out of your way for me." She assured him.
Bones winked at her. "I know." He continued in a hushed tone. "I just don't wanna play with him no more."
"I heard that." Scratch said and then promptly lost himself in the game.
Bones was sitting on the side of the couch closest to Charlotte and turned to face her. "So you're gonna break in Ghoti's bed for him, eh?"
Charlotte thought the skunk's choice of words a little blue, so answered in kind. "I think he's afraid you or Freckles over there might try something if he doesn't cloister me away."
"Freckles? Seriously? Does EVERYBODY use that one?" The big cat said from his place balls deep in a fantasy war.
Bones smiled at the girl. "Just between you and me, I think you're probably the first person to sleep in that bed, girl or otherwise."
Charlotte giggled. The skunk might know about bats and their need for blood, but he likely wasn't aware that it was often triggered by sexual arousal. If Ghoti hadn't had anybody in the bed with him, it hadn't been for lack of trying. Blood dolls just weren't as commonplace as they had been in their parents' generation.
"I heard that." This time it was Ghoti returning from his room.
"Of course you did." Bones said. "You can pick up AM with those ears."
"Ha-ha, Stripes." Ghoti said and found his own seat. "If you knew the trouble we bats have to go through to get a date..."
Charlotte, who knew that her cousin's roommates were in the know to a certain level, still gave the white bat a reproachful look. Some animals believed that the bloodlust didn't effect all of the bats. None of HER friends knew she drank blood.
"C'mon, Char." Ghoti said. "They both know. And it's not like we can help it."
"I'm not here to judge anybody, Charlotte." Bones assured her.
"Just don't let me wake up to find you looming over me like some vampire." Scratch said distractedly. "We bobcats aren't renowned for our peaceful natures either."
Ghoti was shaking his head. "He's harmless."
Bones nodded and gave her another wink. "What's for supper, Radar?" He asked the white bat.
"Me again?" Ghoti asked. "Why don't you cook for once?"
Charlotte relaxed as she listened to the three banter back and forth. Nervousness wouldn't help her stay sober. And she had another problem to worry about as far as her bloodlust was concerned.
*****
A few hours later, Charlotte was changing into her pajamas in Ghoti's room. Her cousin had given her privacy and she had took the opportunity to change and look around the room before he came back to go to sleep in the closet.
Ghoti had always been an odd sort, even when compared to other bats. He had a collection of board games on a shelf in one corner. There were posters on the walls, but instead of lasciviously clad pop stars or film actors portraying gangsters, he had put up replicas of classic works of art. His dresser stood in another corner, a pile of armbands on top of it, but also with a few framed photographs. A picture of his parents, he looked just like his father, just shorter and skinnier. A picture of himself with his roommates, the three of them mugging for the camera like children half their ages. And a snapshot of an attractive, yet reserved looking female squirrel. Above the bed, on a high shelf, he had a collection of stuffed animals. At first glance, Charlotte thought they must ALL be sock monkeys, but a closer look revealed a single odd man out. A blue terrycloth bunny tucked in amongst them. Opposite the bed, on a small stand, was Ghoti's TV. It had stickers stuck all over it.
Then there was the bed itself. Either out of wishful thinking or simply because he had a well suppressed love for extravagance, her cousin had a queen sized bed. It was made with the covers carefully tucked under the mattress and did indeed appear to have never been slept in.
Charlotte sat on the edge of the bed and reached up for a plushy. She brought down a sock monkey and looked it over carefully. All bats, at least those who didn't have a mate or a blood doll, had a method for containing their desires to bite. After replacing one doll and getting another, she found what she was looking for, four puncture marks, two spaced close together over two further apart. They had been made by Ghoti's fangs. Being eighteen, Charlotte was no stranger to raging hormones, while she had a tendency to wrap a towel around her arm to suppress her urges when she masturbated, she could definitely see the draw of biting a stuffed animal instead.
Her sensitive ears picked up the approaching sound of claws on the hallway floor and she hastily returned the toy to it's proper place. An instant later, there was a knock at the door. "You decent, Cuz?" Ghoti called.
"Yeah." Charlotte called back. Ghoti opened the door and came inside before closing it back. He had changed into his pajama pants, but unlike his cousin, didn't wear the top part. He had shucked his armbands and his wings flowed loosely under his arms. She remained on the bed as she spoke. "I hope you can sleep so close to me, Keese says I snore sometimes."
"No big deal." Ghoti assured her and opened his paw. "Earplugs." He explained, pointing to the soft foam inserts.
Charlotte smiled at him.
"Think the bed will be okay?" He asked as he opened the closet door.
The red bat bounced lightly on the mattress a few times. "It'll be fine." She said.
"Good deal. And remember to leave behind a set of bands, okay?" Charlotte gave him a questioning look. "Just do it for your cousin, yeah? I'll get them back to you." He stepped into the mostly empty closet and Charlotte watched as he first grabbed the bar attached to the ceiling with his paws then lifted his feet up and clasped his toes on the roost. He then let go with his hands and hung upside down before inserting the earplugs carefully and reaching for the doorknob. "Night, Char." He said with an inverted smile and closed the door. Charlotte figured he probably wrapped his wings around himself before dozing off, otherwise he wouldn't bother unbinding them.
Charlotte waited a few minutes to be sure he had settled in for the night before tiptoeing to the closet door. She leaned an ear against the wood and closed her eyes to concentrate. Like all bats, she had superior hearing, but Ghoti was a bat too, and since she doubted he was capable of snoring upside down, she had to focus hard to hear the almost silent sound of his deep, regular breathing. Satisfied he had dozed off, Charlotte returned to the bed after clicking the overhead light off.
The pajamas were just stage dressing. She hadn't worn anything to bed in three years. She still put them on, appearing naked in front of her nine year old brother just wouldn't be acceptable, but she didn't keep them on. Now, under the assumption that she was essentially alone in the room, she quickly abandoned the soft garments and laid them out on the bed. She trusted her hearing to alert her to her cousin's stirrings in the morning and give her enough time to get dressed before he left the closet. She stood momentarily in her underwear, with her head cocked to one side, listening again for the faint sound of Ghoti's breathing, before taking off her panties and bra as well.
Her puberty inspired desire to sleep in the nude had over the following years evolved into a near nightly need to masturbate. Her cousin had been nothing but right when he lamented the difficulties inherit in finding a boyfriend or girlfriend when you invariably wound up trying to drink the unfortunate animal's blood. The fang punctured sock monkey had been all the proof she needed to know that Ghoti too struggled with his desires. The sheets and the blankets on the bed looked clean however.
Charlotte stood for a moment contemplating the riddle of how her cousin cleaned up after himself, her earlier inspection of the room hadn't turned up the expected tissue box. Belated inspiration struck her and she dropped to her knees to look under the bed. Sure enough, she found a pale green towel folded neatly and tucked up against the wall where it wasn't obvious. Cautiously, she dragged the towel out from under the bed.
She unfolded it and inspected it carefully, holding it by the corners as though it was worthy of quarantine. It was unmarred by stains however and the only readily identifiable scent on it was almost surely laundry detergent. While Ghoti undoubtedly used the towel for clean up after he got off, he was apparently adult enough to wash it frequently.
Satisfied that if her cousin could make it work she could too, Charlotte spread the towel over the bed and then lay down upon it. Remembering her deal with Ghoti, she shed her armbands and placed them on the nearby nightstand. She had brought another set with her to wear home.
As she lay on the bed, she thought about how she would get off tonight. She hadn't brought any of her porn with her. She hadn't been enthusiastic about the idea of Ghoti or his roommates finding her with it. She had a nice collection back at home that she had nicked from some of her girlfriends. She had no guilty feelings about her thievery. All her friends had boyfriends. Boyfriends who didn't live in fear that their girls were gonna bleed them dry if they fucked them. They didn't need porn in her opinion.
Also, she hadn't found any porn in Ghoti's room. Granted, she hadn't looked in the closet. She looked toward the TV and noticed it was the kind that had a DVD player built into it. Charlotte smiled to herself and crawled to the edge of the bed so she could reach the television. Now she lay on her belly, with her wings spread luxuriously to either side of her body and her pert hind quarters lifted slightly. If Ghoti struggled as much as she did with his sexually related bloodlust, she thought she knew what was probably in the DVD player. After some fumbling with the console mounted buttons, she managed to get the TV on and immediately muted it. Satisfied that Ghoti wouldn't hear anything, she started the movie.
Her fanged grin broadened when the content warning came on the screen forewarning anyone who watched that the DVD was rife with sexual content. Charlotte continued to lay on her belly as she waited patiently for the show to begin. After some more warnings in other languages, the screen faded to black before the title popped up. At the sight of the words "Blood Candy" , obviously dripping in red typeface, Charlotte's attention completely left her location and the proximity of her cousin. She watched the screen with a look of joyous anticipation on her face. Her family, and by extension, Ghoti's, were the only bats she knew. As such, she had never seen a female bat other than herself naked. And the only male bat she'd ever seen naked was her little brother. Which, of course, didn't count.
Soon the title faded and a pretty, fair furred bat came into view. She was wearing a white dress which accented her basically blond fur nicely. She was walking down a street, the cameraman following her at a revealing angle near the ground. When she arrived at the front steps to a nondescript house, she walked up, the cameraman keeping low to give the audience a teasing view up her hem, and then knocked on the door.
A large male bat, without shirt or armbands, appeared and spoke to her. Without the sound, Charlotte couldn't guess at the short conversation that came next, and she found she didn't really care. The male bat was dark gray in color, had huge muscles hidden beneath his thick fur, and loose flowing wings that were almost jet black. He was beyond doubt the hunkiest male she'd seen in a while. She crept a paw under her belly and down between her legs as the male bat in the movie passed a few more words with the shyly acting female and then appeared to invite her inside.
Charlotte lifted her rear higher and began to play her sharp, dexterous claws through the downy fur covering her sex, as the male bat on the TV led the girl into his living room and bade her sit next to him on the couch. The girl complied and the big male almost immediately began to feel her up with his large paws. The girl rebuked his advances at first and Charlotte felt a moment of uncharacteristically cruel joy at the obviously feigned look of revulsion on the actress's face. Charlotte clasped her free paw over one breast and rubbed over her heated pussy with the other.
The girl on the TV slowly began to accept the big male's groping and shared a tongue tangling kiss with him. Charlotte took keen note, thanks to the adventurous cameraman's close-up, of their entwined tongues. Like all bat's, including herself, their tongues were over a foot in length and tapered to a point. Although the few boys she had kissed had never complained, Charlotte had always wanted to kiss another bat just to see what it was like to receive instead of give. As the movie couple kissed, the dark male eased his paw under the hem of the girl's dress. The fair haired bat spread her legs in invitation and Charlotte watched with an unknown dew drop of drool on her right incisor as the male deftly drew the girl's panties, bright yellow thongs, down and off her legs. As the male returned his paw under the dress, Charlotte felt her pussy begin to moisten, slicking her fingers and claws appreciably. She paused in her massaging and brought her paw to her mouth where she licked her sex juice from her claws, never taking her eyes off the movie couple.
The girl bat shrugged the straps of her dress from her slender shoulders, revealing her lack of bra, and the male moved in to encircle a nipple with his nimble tongue. Charlotte pinched her own nipple in time and returned her eager fingers to her now dripping cunt. The movie girl reached between the male's legs and began to rub the obvious bulge in his jeans. The cameraman, perhaps seeing something he liked as well Charlotte mused, zoomed in once more as the girl undid the button on the dark male's pants and freed his engorged member. Drops of moisture pattered onto the towel she lay on as Charlotte stared at the size and singular dark color of the male's penis and began to finger her aching maidenhood. The actress teased her claws around the base of his shaft and the male nuzzled her neck before moving away from her and bringing his hand out from under her dress. Although the female had a look of disappointment on her face, Charlotte knew it was just an act. When a bat nuzzled your neck, you either needed to stop whatever you were doing and get the hell away or prepare to bleed a little. After the seemingly affectionate nuzzle came the jaw wrenching yawn. Then the bite, which when you had incisors and lower canines an inch long, Or maybe an inch and a half in HIS case, Charlotte thought about the huge male on the screen, could cause life threatening damage.
The dark furred male lifted the girl's dress over her head and the blond bat, now naked save for eight lacy armbands which looked strikingly similar to garter belts, reclined on the couch and began to finger her glistening sex. The ambitious cameraman, seemingly in love with his job, zoomed in and gave Charlotte a prime view of the one place all girl animals were the same color. The bat on screen spread her pussy wide and Charlotte mimicked. The actress thrust her fingers deep inside her tasty looking honey pot and Charlotte followed suite. A new pattering sound came from the vicinity of the floor beneath her face and Charlotte ran her tongue over her fangs. She was drooling copiously.
The cameraman stayed with the action until the male had time to focus his mind and came back into the picture. Charlotte took the opportunity to get into a more advantageous position and sat facing the TV. She also reached up and behind her and fumble around until her paw located the shelf of sock monkeys. She grabbed one, brought it into her lap, and resumed fingering her burning snatch, while onscreen, the male positioned his face between the girl's legs and extended his long tongue. Charlotte's jaw dropped as the male slowly inserted every last inch of his tongue into the girl and pressed his lips against hers. Charlotte dug her fingers furiously deeper into her soft pink insides as the huge male onscreen ate the blond bat's pussy, much to her possibly fraudulent delight.
Her opinion of the actress changed considerably when the blond furred girl opened her mouth wide in what could easily pass, what with the TV muted, as an improbable yawn. Charlotte recognized it for what it was however, and so did the male onscreen. The dark bat moved his arm up and into striking distance of the female and she clamped down on his forearm just as a flood of transparent love washed over the male's face. The girl clasped the male's arm with her claws, effectively puncturing his skin six more times, and drank greedily as the dark male, showing no outward signs of pain or concern, drank just as insatiably from her flowing cunt.
Charlotte felt her mouth begin to open without her consent and immediately withdrew her hand from her wet pussy. She closed her eyes and concentrated on trying to hear Ghoti's breathing once more. After nearly a minute of trying to focus her hearing over the jumbled, and very adamant desires of her body, she heard him. He still breathed slow and regular. Her cousin was none the wiser to what she was doing, and her abrupt change of interest had worked in subduing her bite reflex. She opened her eyes, licked her fingers clean once more, and returned her attention to the movie.
The female onscreen had just released the male's arm, most likely with the aid of a time lapse. Charlotte knew from conversations with Ghoti that once you got started on somebody other than yourself, you could drink for an hour or more. Charlotte also knew from personal experience that your own blood just never compares to somebody else's. The movie male rubbed his arm gingerly and kissed the girl once more. Charlotte began to slowly fondle herself again as the male bat repositioned the blond girl on the couch. She now lay on her stomach with her short tail lifted high, exposing herself to the waiting male.
Charlotte watched as the male, his manhood leading him, approached the girl and placed his large dick at the cum shiny entrance to her pussy. The dark furred male pressed himself against the girl and she closed her eyes in apparent ecstasy as he sent the first inch of his enlarged cock into her. The cameraman resumed his job and presented Charlotte with a wonderful POV of the male's thick member as it spread the girl's pussy lips open and slowly impaled her warm insides.
Charlotte delved her fingers deeper inside her as the well endowed male onscreen brought himself flush against the girl before beginning to pump her from behind. The blond bat kept her tail raised and Charlotte began to drool once more at the camera angle that revealed not only the thrusts and no doubt pleasurable pounding of her pussy, but also her puckered tail hole. The male too noticed and reached down with one spit slicked claw and pushed against her back door as he reamed her snatch with his dick. Charlotte eagerly matched the video as best she could and teased a moistened claw around her own asshole while she rubbed her clit with her thumb.
Without warning, the huge male removed all his invading penis from the girl and repositioned himself against her ass. Charlotte stared in anticipation as the male pressed himself against the blond bat's tail hole. Charlotte kept her own claw pressed against her own ass as, incredibly, the onscreen girl's rear entry accepted the huge cock. The male gently eased himself an inch or so higher, earning an exquisitely pained look from the girl, before stopping and easing back out.
Charlotte, knowing her limits even if the actress did not, resumed working her pussy double time as she watched the male anally assault the girl. Although he didn't seem capable of forcing any more of himself into her, the dark male still managed to rock the smaller girl with his forceful thrusts. Charlotte began to buck her own hips against her invading fingers as the male pushed his cock into the girl's butt then held himself against her. He reached out and grabbed the girl by one ear and bent her head back. Charlotte noticed then that there were pained tears rolling down the girls cheek as the male leaned over her and rested his face against her neck.
Charlotte redoubled her efforts on her burning sex as the male withdrew his swollen manhood until only the head remained in the girl, then thrust all he had managed so far, and perhaps another half inch, back into her and bit down hard on her throat. Simultaneously, the dark furred male released the girl and enfolded the both of them in his black wings. The industrious cameraman changed positions and granted her with a good enough shot of two bat's faces. The female had her eyes squeezed shut, tears still spilling down her cheeks, and the male had his teeth buried in her neck.
Charlotte felt her mouth opening once more and made a tight fist with her three claws effectively halving the size of her paw when it was open. She then thrust her fist into her sopping cunt and grabbed the near forgotten plushie with her other hand. As she forced her orgasm, she brought the toy monkey to her face and bit down on it. Hard. Her teeth came together and she tasted aged cotton as she rode her cum out to completion, the ever present voice of her bloodlust wailing angrily in the back of her mind.
Charlotte sat for a few minutes, alternately catching her breath and easing her paw out of her tender pussy by degrees, before attempting to extract the plushie from her mouth. Although her teeth had come together, the sock monkey had faired well enough. Other than being slightly damp with drool, the only evidence of it's usage were four puncture marks nearly identical to the ones Ghoti had put on the others. She carefully returned the toy to the shelf and returned her attention to the TV. The male bat had released the girl and withdrawn himself from her rear end, which leaked semen out into an unsightly puddle on the couch. The girl looked drained, both mentally and physically, but otherwise okay. Charlotte assumed, being a bat in the porn industry, that the girl had built up some resistance to bites. Her neck wasn't even bleeding.
Charlotte turned off the TV then assessed her damage to the bed. She was glad she had found the towel underneath. It had indeed contained the bulk of her discharge. She took one corner of the towel and blotted herself dry before falling back to the bed in a tired, but fulfilled heap.
She had misjudged her distance from the headboard however and subsequently banged her noggin on it.
"OW!" She cried, then clamped a sill damp paw over her mouth. Before she could bemoan the pain however, a blur of blue fell past her face and into her lap.
Charlotte rubbed her head above one oversized ear and looked down. The blue terrycloth rabbit she had noticed earlier had been jostled from it's spot on the toy shelf when she hit the wall and now occupied her lap.
"Well, hello there." Charlotte said.
Mr. Bun, having just survived a harrowing fall from the high shelf only to find himself in the lap of a naked, fanged demon, was too shocked to reply.
Ending Time Stamp: Tuesday, January 18, 2011, 10:26 pm