He woke up with a small groan 'what happened?' was the first thought that came to mind. Looking around he noticed it was dark, like wherever he was had been cut off from the night's sky, however that was impossible as he remembered falling asleep outside. He couldn't help but jump as a sudden soft warm breeze blew over his back. That however wasn't what made him jump, in time with the breeze the ground beneath him raised slightly, a second later there was another gust of warm air, and this time the ground underneath him descended slightly...it was like something was breathing.
'That's impossible" he thought, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips, 'for me to actually move on something that was breathing, it would have...to...be...massive...' his voice trailed off as the moon decided to finally make its presence known at that moment. In front of him was a gigantic canine head, it was dark so he couldn't tell anything specific, what he could see was a square shaped muzzle topped with a small black nose extending several inches from the creatures face. The creature had two very large eyes, much larger than a human’s and despite the fact it was a canine of some sort it had hair, black and it was styled similarly to a Mohawk with part hanging in front of the creature's face.
He'll admit he froze up; his heart rate, breathing, everything just stopped for a second as his mind couldn't comprehend what exactly he was seeing. When his senses finally returned the thought of running was first and foremost in his mind, every inch of his body tensed up, ready to flee for as long as was necessary or until he was physically incapable of running anymore, whichever came first. However he was able to get himself under control, and assess the situation, the rhythmic rise and fall of the creature's chest continued, uninterrupted by his appearance, and if he was lucky it would continue uninterrupted as he made his exit. Taking a second to calm himself he made a ninety degree turn, and ran into something, he froze as a slight moan escaped the creature's lips, against his better judgement he pressed his hand against what he had impacted, and felt two things, fabric and a gentle warmth underneath, looking behind him he noticed a similar object sitting opposite the one he ran into.
Taking a second to study the object he was able to make a few observations, it was slightly rounded, about as tall as he was, and there was a smaller round nub on top of it, he gulped as he realized what the shape represented. It was a breast, which meant he was standing on the chest of a sleeping creature that was obviously female, taking a second to look down her body. He realized this wolfess was semi-human as she only had the single pair of breasts and her body shape was that of a biped. Slowly, and as carefully as he could he inched his way around this creature's chest, thanking whoever or whatever was looking out for him that he hadn't woke "her" up earlier, god knows he would have had a hard enough time explaining himself if he wasn't around 2 inches tall and hadn’t first woken up in her cleavage.
After a half-minute of careful movement he reached the edge of her body, he jumped down onto the actual bed, and took a moment to observe his surroundings, he couldn't see very far past the bed, but he could see another pillow on the bed, as well as a nightstand sadly the nightstand loomed above him the edge too high for him to jump. Heading to the edge of the bed, he peered over, past the sheer drop there was a simple dirt floor, with a small carpet sitting right against the bed. He could chance the jump, but that seemed more like a desperation move than one he’d like to take at the moment.
Looking back the only option he had was to wake the titanic canine woman, or simply hide, the only real hiding place he had was the unused pillow but that seemed as good a place as any, he had theoretically been sleeping on this woman, for how long he didn't know but just the fact he was able to do so said she didn't move in her sleep...probably. Walking over to the pillow he now had to decide whether to hide under it, or on it, both had obvious pros and cons, the most readily being whether he wanted to be spotted or not. Taking a few seconds to think, hiding under the pillow seemed like the better option, he wanted the meeting that was inevitably going to happen be as much in his control as possible, it was the only way he saw himself surviving.
Taking a moment to judge the weight of the pillow he found it wasn't that heavy, it only felt like he threw a 50 pound sandbag on his back, rather than the potentially crushing force he was expecting, shimmying further under the pillow he turned so just his head was sticking out, the remained of the pillow acting as a giant blanket would. Slowly the weight became more comfortable by the second, combined with the warmth given off by his body and the surprisingly soothing rhythm of the canine woman's breathing he fell into a deep sleep.
He was violently jerked out of his sleep as the pillow that lay atop him was removed 'oh shit' was the first thought that entered his mind, however after a few moments of...admitted cowering, he looked up to see the woman hugging the pillow against herself. He couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle, as he thought his cover had been blown what he didn't notice however was that the woman’s nose was twitching. Looking back up at her, his blood froze as her eyes snapped open. Green irises that seemed to shine in the darkness of the night, were the only noticeable feature he cared to take in, with baited breath he watched as her nose twitched again, and she lifted the pillow she was hugging to sniff it. Once, twice, she sniffed the pillow to identify his scent the sound somehow audible to him over the roar of his blood and the hammering of his heart.
Slowly she began to look around the room, he didn't dare move as she seemed to be searching as much by scent as she was by sight, suddenly her nose fell to the bed and she started to sniff like a bloodhound, he just resigned himself to his fate at that point. As he heard the sniffing of her nose get closer there was little for him to do till it stopped and she was staring directly at him. Looking up at her, she was wide-eyed, as she stared at him she seemed to go through several emotions at once; confusion, probably at what he was, anger, that something had invaded one of her most private places...compassion and a few more, finally she simply stared down at his shaking form, after a few moments more she made a move.
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