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[Night - Render Link]

Your eyes slink closed the second your head hits the futon. Every muscle aches, and the bruises on your back are as tender as ever. Why, oh why did you decide to hunt a Volvidon and Lagombi at the same time?

You didn't even bother to check on Jade, your Jaggia lover, before limping to your bed. Maybe she's off exploring or just relaxing in another room. It doesn't matter; all your fading mind can focus on is the cosy crackling and popping of the nearby stove fire as the last of its fuel burns away.

Though another sound suddenly pervades your ears—the patter of Jade's steady feet and the tapping of her talons against the soft soil. She must have just returned home. Usually, the comforting sounds of her presence form another part of the soothing ambience of your home, but her steps seem somewhat different in your semi-conscious state. It's as if she's gained a few hundred pounds. That, or she's deliberately stomping towards you.

Oh. Oh no.

“Anooooon…" she says, her voice sultry and playful. She's in one of those moods. “What's wrong, sleepyhead? Where's my goodnight kiss?"

“Please, Jade," you mumble out, “I'm half dead. Not tonight, okay?"

An exacerbated huff echoes throughout the cramped room, its source from the foot of your bed. Don't move; don't open your eyes. She'll get the message. You hope.

A sudden booming yawn, bordering on a fierce roar, rumbles through your futon, tingling your back. “You know what? I'm sooooo tired as well." You can hear the wet splatter of her tongue as she licks her snout. “I think I'll join you, sleepyhead."

More steps, coming closer towards you, though this time your futon absorbs most of the impact. And yet, something seems off, almost as if her stomps are coming from both sides of your head. How could she be walking on both sides of you? Confused by the prospect, your eyes flutter open—just in time to see the fluffy white underside of Jade's thick tail, swaying just inches above your head. And in the next moment—

_ PLOMP _

—you're smothered under her humongous tail.

“Whoops!" she says with a mischievous chuckle. “Didn't see you there! My silly tail, always getting in the way…"

“Mmmpgh…?"

“Oh well, your face is a pretty comfy tail rest, so I hope you don't mind if I snooze here!"

“Mmmmphh!"

Other than that muffled sound of protest, you don't have the strength to even try to nudge her off. You doubt you'd succeed, regardless. Though it isn't so bad; beneath the fur, the underside of her tail is soft, squishy hide, a welcome relief to her scaled upper half. It's almost like having a pillow resting on both sides of your head—just with the top one bursting with warmth and weighing a few hundred pounds.

Accepting your fate as a tail cushion, your body relaxes once more. On the cusp of sleep, her sly, sensuous voice calls out to you, albeit muffled from behind a fat rump.

“I guess you'll just have to deal with my little problem in the morning!" Her toned haunches clench tight around your body as she presses her weight down onto your hips, hinting at just what that 'problem' might be.

In response to your almost inaudible groan, she relents with an exaggerated huff. “You better be ready, sleepyhead, or you'll have something else resting on your face…"

An affectionate coo sounds as the Jaggia's plump belly comes to rest atop your exposed feet, ensuring you'll have no escape tomorrow should you be lucky enough to wake before her. With a spritely, rolling hum from her throat—vibrating through your entire body—she grants you one last tease.

“And I won't take 'I'm sore' as an excuse!"

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[Day - Render Link]

The yapping of a stray Palamute stirs you from your slumber. You groan at first, but you feel oddly content. Even behind your closed eyelids, you can feel the morning sun streaming through the far windows, warming your body. Your muscles still ache from yesterday, but only if you move them. In your half-conscious haze, it's clear that today is a 'stay in bed' day. After all the hard work you've put in for the village, one day to yourself is the least they could give you.

As you're about to doze off again to that comforting thought, the glow against your shut eyelids fades. The warmth radiating against your body suddenly recedes. Strange, but it's probably just some cloud cover—nothing to concern yourself with.

Or so you think, until a smooth growl from the foot of your bed sets loose a swell of panic.

“Anooooon…"

Oh. Oh no.

Your eyes shoot open. At the foot of your bed, silhouetted against the light oozing into the cosy bedroom, is a very large and very feisty Jaggia—Jade. Her neck is arched up, giving her the appearance of someone twice your height. Though her size is the least of your concerns; it's more the few hundred pounds or so of belly heft, thick haunches, and a meaty tail that ought to give you pause. Her tail—the fluffy underside of which kept you restrained all last night—reflects the morning sunlight off its scales and throughout your bedroom as it sways sensually behind her.

Jade's tongue slides along her upper snout as if tasting the air. “You remember what we agreed to last night, right?"

“R-remind me?"

“That you'd deal with my little problem in the morning, remember?"

“Oh, right…" An awkward chuckle escapes your mouth; did you really agree to that? You're pretty sure you weren't given a choice.

“Soooooo…" she says, dropping her voice to a sultry whisper. “You ready?"

You try to crane your neck up to peer into her intense glowing eyes, but the second your head leaves the pillow, you groan out in pain. Yeah, you definitely need a day off. But you have a sinking feeling that Jade might not give you that opportunity.

You elicit as much sympathy as you can with an exaggerated yelp of pain. “I'm just, uh, super sore this morning. Maybe we could—"

Suddenly, Jade stomps her rear foot down with a raspy snarl. You swear you can hear the wood crack under her weight and force.

“Anooooooon…" She takes a heavy step closer to you, eclipsing more of the outside light. Another stomp, and her foot squashes the futon, causing a ripple to travel through it. Your back bounces off the bed as the tremor reaches you.

“U-um, Jade…?"

“Do you remember what I said would happen if you didn't help?"

“Y-you, you said—"

Another mighty stomp—this time beside your hips—causes you to swallow your words. Jade's sharp talons rest by both sides of your chest. As she looms over you, she stretches out her neck and back, adding a few more feet to her already intimidating form, before tilting her head to look upon you. Her eyes narrow as she glares down at you. Her jaws part, just slightly, as she rears her sharp teeth.

With a deep, rolling growl, she reminds you. “I said you'd have something else resting on your face…"

As her words sink in, you shiver. “N-no… not that…"

“Yes, anon." The corners of her maw crook upwards, turning her frown into a mischievous smirk. “That."

With a soft snicker, Jade's haunches tremble as she lowers herself. She takes her time, holding eye contact with you as her bulky body grows closer and closer. You can't find the energy to move, but you doubt she'd let you get away even if you could. Soon, your wooden roof disappears, hidden behind the blizzard of white fluff coating her chest. Her front talon squeezes onto your shoulder as she braces herself, and you gasp as her thick tail slides underneath the arch of your leg as if it were trying to coil it like a Najarala.

With a teasing sigh, her body lowers the final few inches to envelop yours. The warm, silky fur of her chest covers your face, brushing along your neck and tickling your nose. Instinctually, you take a deep breath, though she left a small gap between your face and the thick hide underneath her fuzz to make sure you aren't smothered. Though the next thought flashing through your mind is her scent—it's so familiar.

“Vanilla?" you ask. Did she get the Palicoes to rub some perfume into her fur?

“Just for you, anon…"

You can't see anything but the white of her chest, but her soft voice coos right beside your ear. Jade's head must be resting mere inches from yours. As you raise your arms around her flanks, gliding your hands over the smooth scales of her back, she hums in affection, her throat rumbling above your forehead.

“I hope you feel better soon," she says. “Next time, though, you're taking me hunting with you. I'm sick of monsters knocking you around so much you can't even walk." She follows that up with a playful scoff by your ear. “That's my job."

You try to laugh, but it comes out as little more than a murmur underneath the plump hide of her neck. “Thanks Jade. I think I'm gonna pass out, though." It's so relaxing being cradled underneath her; her fur is soothing, and even her weight makes you feel treasured and protected.

“That's okay, sweetie. I'll make sure no one bothers you today."

You squeeze your hands around Jade's toned back as your eyes close once more. Your thoughts fade. Soon, all you can think about is how soothing her heart feels beating against your chest, right beside your own. The only ambient noise you can make out are her slow, tender breaths, which sound in rhythm with her soft belly expanding against yours.

You have one last thought before sleep claims you—maybe you should get your ass kicked while hunting more often.