This choice: "Well let's go do that!" • Go Back... "Well let's go do that!" and with that Kris begins to quickly drag you by the arm towards the door excitedly. This isn't new to you, she's been doing this since kindergarten. And not just to her childhood friend, either. (you never did subscribe to the idea that girls had 'cooties') She may not appear muscular, but she's stronger than one might think, especially when she has momentum on her side.
You and her come to a screeching halt, however, once Molly grabs Kris by the arm. Most others that have tried only end up going along for the ride, barely slowing her down, but the 8'6" Molly has far more mass both overall and in her muscles to completely break Kris' forward momentum without so much as budging. Note to self: don't make Molly angry. "Hold up! We can go once he finishes his coffee. And you don't need to drag him!" she says with slight worry.
Kris is rather surprised at this, but concedes and lets you go before Molly does the same to her. You finish your coffee while Kris finishes hers, meanwhile wondering just how the hell Molly is even going to fit in your car. You're 6 feet tall, and your head cuts it pretty close with the roof. Molly's head is going to be mashed up into it, and her long legs are certain to not have enough room.
Soon enough, the three of you are out the door. Naturally, Molly has to duck to get through the door frame. Kris takes her car while you and Molly take yours. She seems very uncomfortably cramped in the passenger seat, but at the same time she seems...happy. "Don't stick your head out the window. I didn't allow it when you were still just a dog, I'm not allowing it now." you remark offhandedly as you start the car.
"Don't worry... I might snap my neck if I tried to do that now. Kind of squished in here..." Molly answers back as the car starts to move.
"Well humans don't exactly build these things for someone of your stature in mind. You could probably stare the tallest person in history in the face without having to look up." you say, and you're on your way to town. You don't mention it, but you suspect that Molly's weight may play havoc with your car's fuel economy. You learned in high school that mentioning a girl's weight to her is generally a very bad idea, getting you dumped and a high chance of things being thrown at your head.
Still, you make it in town just fine, and Kris' car isn't far behind. You're slightly concerned about people's opinions towards Molly, but now is as good a time as any. You turn off your car and get out, then head over to the passenger side to help Molly out. As you approach the entrance, she stops cold. "No pets allowed..." she reads.
"Yeah, they don't want dogs or cats in the store making a mess." you explain and then add, "I don't think you count as much of a pet anymore do you?"
Molly smiles and shakes her head, then heads inside with you and Kris. Inside, she's easily distracted by nearly everything around, having never been inside any store other than that pet store you got her from a few years ago, and even then she hadn't been in there long. The other people in the store just stare, mostly in shock. Some women mutter envy at her figure. Some men try to steal glances at her before their wives notice. Others ponder just what the heck this feminine fur covered giant is. You suspect many of the people attracted to females here may be fighting the urge to try and make passionate love with her.
Eventually, Kris comes running back to you with a toaster...one that has way more features than you'd ever care to use. "How about this one? This one's cool!" she exclaims excitedly.
"You want it you can buy it, but when am I going to need a toaster that has a built in TV and tells me the weather forecast for the next week when all I really want it to do is toast stuff without burning it to a crisp?" you reply.
"Spoil sport." Kris says and proceeds to take it back.
With a slight nudge, you remind Molly of your reason for being here. "We can come back another time. Let's get what we came here for an be on our way." you tell her, to which she nods and puts the multipurpose flashlight down gently. You and her follow Kris' trail and soon catch up with your friend.
On the way to the checkout, Molly accidentally bumps into a middle aged man, causing him to fall to the floor and his basket of stuff to go in various directions. " Oh! I'm so sorry! Let me help you pick up your stuff..." she apologizes as she bends down to begin helping.
"Ah! A f-f-furry! Don't hurt me! I've got a family to go home to!" the man yelps in fear, causing Molly to tilt her head in confusion. Admittedly, she rather likes the term, but the fearful reaction confuses her. Still, she picks up all the spilled items and places them back in the basket, then firmly grabs the man and gently helps him back to his feet before returning the basket to him. Rather than thank her, he bolts off as though Death itself was after him.
"What was his problem..." Molly mutters, still partly confused and saddened by the reaction, as shown by her drooped ears and tail.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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