😈 Daggertooth 🔥 @daggertooth@monsterpit.net

The technician figures you can hold down the lab yourself while she goes off to serenade stubborn systems into processing test results, leaving you alone to watch .

You head to the creature’s large chamber and do your best to entertain them with an assortment of bright and colorful toys.

A bundle of rainbow of tendrils glazed in hue-shifting slime examine several of them at once before dropping them over the side of their chamber into a pile of disinterest.

The tendrils unravel and, in a mesmerizing display of morphing color patterns that grow in complexity, they dance and sway before you while several more reach out for a more interesting toy.

It seems that just happens to be you.

Against the wishes of the small novel of specimen interaction and safety policies you signed off on, you allow to grasp and explore your hand.

Then an arm as they pull you closer to the chamber.

You realize you might’ve made a mistake when you notice you’re being lifted over the glass wall, but your worries are quickly washed away in a soothing sea of curious colors.

Half an hour later, the loud hiss of the security door breaks the quiet droning hum of equipment next door.

The technician returns to find you lovingly tangled in a wet, writhing mass of resplendent tendrils.

She stares at the scene for a with a face red enough to fool a demon, not sure of what to make of it.

With eyes half-closed in content bliss, you gaze back at her, free of all worldly cares, then drift off to sleep in the tendrils’ embrace.

In the dead of night, you find yourself sitting the middle of a small grassy clearing hidden within a dense ring of tall trees.

A full moon beams upon you from the center of the ring above.

A large werewolf beams upon you from the center of your lap below.

They're an adorable tank of a beast with stalactite teeth and sabre claws that, to someone who isn't you, might overshadow how remarkably soft they are.

They're quite heavy. Even if you wanted to, you don't think you're going to be getting up anytime soon.

You lean over them and lose your hands somewhere in all that majestic fluff.

They squirm and roll about as you find that place to scratch that sends their foot kicking.