This choice: "Uh... What was I...?" (Unaware) • Go Back... Yukari frantically spun her head around in dazed confusion, her mind lost in an attempt to swim through her murky memory. As if putting together a jigsaw puzzle devoid of half the pieces, the wet girl made little progress. Where was she, and why was she here? Without an answer to either question, the teenage archer waltzed towards the bed in tempo of the quiet music playing over a nearby speaker. As if she hadn't a care in the world she lethargically faced the door across the room. The diminished Minato lay directly behind the oblivious monstrous Yukari who loomed high into the sky. The Goliath before his David-esque body lowered her rear slowly as to ensure the towel would lie between her hind-end and the blankets covering the mattress, granting him a view which made him feel fear and arousal in equal parts.
With little time to react, Minato, still reeling from the pain inducing and paralyzing voice prior to his current situation, attempted to stand up. Placing his hands to the fluffy land below him, he pushed his legs off of the ground as well as he possibly could given his exhaustion from fighting the Hierophant. The landscape upon which he sprinted did anything but assist the puny SEES member as every wrinkle in the sheets became a tripping hazard. With little distance covered it quickly became apparent that harboring any hope of escaping his friends descent was moot. As such he silently accepted his fate, recalling the unspoken words that everyone of his teammates understood, anyone could die at any moment. There were worse ways to go out than being crushed by giant woman's butt, Minato couldn't think of any more humiliating, though he was certain they existed.
Yukari seated herself upon the velvety quilt as she tried to recall exactly what led her to this room. Firstly she pulled out her phone, only to find it unresponsive it's the Dark Hour then. Upon this thought, she remembered that tonight was that of the operation. We were fighting the Heirophant in a love hotel! That's where I am! Quickly coming to realize that this was not the room that they had been trapped in, Yukari felt her ear for her communicator only to find nothing. Well I did just take a shower I guess, maybe it's around the room? Same with my clothes I need to find them before leaving. Realizing that there was no reason for her cautious behavior when taking a seat, the archer haphazardly stood up. Unbeknownst to her, a big sized Minato holding tightly to the fibers of her towel.
The lackadaisical mite could not believe he survived the weight of Yukari's rump. Certainly the beds soft exterior cushioned its fall exponentially, but it was still by some margin of luck that he would find himself in the center of her landing zone. There he lay, face up as he was immersed in the presence of his unsuspecting comrade, unable to move aside from a light struggle. He could only hope that she would move soon as since his life was not currently endangered, he became bored. Darkness enveloped his sight as he idly played with the softness of the towel atop him. As if a goddess answering Minato's prayer for freedom, Yukari's ample ass arose from the rounded mattress. As it happened almost instantly, the half inch orphan just barely managed to hang onto the unfathomably monumental towel. Finally seeing light, his eyes burned by the color pink as various shades of it pierced his pupils.
Harboring similar feelings towards the rooms design, Yukari, whom normally adored the color began to feel sick. In fact, her head had been splitting since leaving the shower. Was she truly going to fall victim to a migraine during the dangerous Dark Hour? As if on queue, her stomach felt a great pain as she doubled over for an instant. It seemed foolish, and she knew it to be, but the thought of resting on the bed she had just left was a tempting one... what am I thinking?! I need to get dressed and find the others. Turning toward the mattress, Yukari... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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