/adhg/ #126

No.32884534

it's late and you are heading home
decide to take a shortcut through alleyway
of course right then an opossum is standing in your way
get catcalled (human called?)
flirts with you and asks your details
try to squeeze past her and say you are busy right now
finally get past her but not before feeling her squeezing your dick
hurry home
at the door you find out your stuff is missing, no keys, phone or wallet
the opossum from before suddenly appears next to you
says that you "dropped" your stuff back there
she knows your name, where you live

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! I just wanted to get home faster!

you try to keep living your life
you still catch glimpses of her from time to time
she is not approaching you
you suspect she is living in your dumpster
you become very self aware of what you throw away
one day you forgot your laptop and had to turn around back to your apartment
you grumbled as you unlock your door
you hear scuttling inside
you arm yourself with courage and the anti-bear spray and go in
The opossum girl freezes as you enter
you are enraged, she was drinking your beer

"HOW DID YOU GET IN!?! ... are you stealing my clothes?"

her gaze goes to the plastic bag filled with your dirty laundry
she shrugs

"It sells well at craigslist."

What do you do now?
Anon-1 ; i'd call the cops at that point she's selling your property for profit
Anon-2 ; ask if she's at east gonna replace what she stole, I need my underwear men, I walk around my house in that
Anon-3 ; Ask her if she's homeless or if she just really likes my place for some reason.

you stare at each other for awhile

"So you break into my apartment and steal my underwear. Why shouldn't i just call the cops?"

she scratches her chin for a second

"I can give you 8$ for each one."
"That doesn't pay me the ones you already stole and i could sell them myself."

She begins snickering, bending down and leaning her weight on the couch

"I'm sorry, haha, Is just the image of you selling your underwear to a biker gang is realy funny"

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you break out in a cold sweat
she sees your shock and hastily tries to calm you down

"oh shit, don't worry man, they are from the next town over."

you sit down, your stomach is still uneasy
she hands you the beer and you swing at it
tastes funny

"Did you do something to this."
"yeah, it's mostly rum."

now you are skipping work for sure

...

20 min later you are smoking pot with her
she is telling you some crazy stories
like about a cafe with human wieters wearing only speedos
you call bullshit on that one
then a question pops into your mind

"Why did you stalk me?"

she is taken a bit aback

"No idea, you just click. And so did your window, you need to change that piece of garbage!"

you chuckle together

"If you are going to keep breaking into my apartment i should at least know your name."
"Fair, Natalie, but call me Nat."
"I'm Anon"

you pass her the joint

"Nat, I have been wondering, where do you actually live?"
"There's a forsaken building two blocks away, I have most of what i need, but i do use your sowers sometimes"
"Damn, first my clothes, now my shower, is there something you won't take?"

you cuche bit until you realise she is in silence, just observing
She begins moving
her baggy clothes begin to cover you up as she crawls on all fours on the sofa
standing on top of you she caresses your neck with her muzzle

"no"

she nibbles at you ear while undressing
you help her, running your hand through her grey fur
the grip of her naked tail tightens around your leg
you stare into her deep black eyes
the intoxicated possum holds your head, planting small kisses and pressing it against her small breasts
You penetrate her velvety cunt
you move your hips trying to reach her deepest places
a trickle of blood stains your base as Nat rides you madly
each time you hilt yourself in her wetness she screams
you hands travel to her hips,slamming you deeper into her
her claws digging into you skin begin to draw blood
she begins gripping your neck
teasing you with oxygen and the hypnotic movement of her hips
the sensation of pain and the pulsing grip of her folds is to much
you release inside of her painting her insides white
with that she cries in ecstasy one last time before slumping on top of you
the rest of the day blurs together between smoking pot, cuddling and pizza.
now you have a new flatmate that will probably pay half rent
life is good