You awaken to the feeling of something moving across your chest. It's sharp, like knives, and this causes you to get nervous, for while it's moving slowly, and you dare think gently, and not digging in, it means something is in the cave with you. Your eyes fly open and dart to your chest and you see it, a hand covered in dull brown and black scales, each finger tipped with a long, wicked claw, and they are being moved up and down your bare chest. Bare chest? When you went to sleep, you had all your clothes on, but now, your shirt is nowhere to be seen. You almost don't want to look at whatever it is dragging their claws over your chest, but for all of the dread you feel over the knowledge of what they could do with those claws, you don't know what exactly is going on to awaken without a shirt and someone with scaly clawed hands lying next to you, and it's posible they do. You begin to wonder what it is laying next to you as you examine the hand on your chest more closely, then their somewhat muscular arm, and as your gaze comes at last to the face of the being laying next you, the blood drains from your face as you realize that you have somehow obtained the attention of an anthropomorphic female Tyrannosaurus Rex.
You open your mouth to scream, but another hand darts up to your face and clamps down over your face before you can make a sound, her claws poking your cheeks and threatening to cut you open with just a little more pressure. She smiles as gentle and reassuring a smile as she can, though her many sharp teeth do little to put your mind at ease. "Don't scream," she says, her tone doing more to calm you down than her smile, "I won't kill you if you don't give me a reason to. Just relax, human. There's no reason we can't enjoy each other's company." Enjoy each other's company, she says. Right. You remember everything you learned about dinosaurs, and in addition to being among the biggest dinosaurs, some species were bigger, Tyrannosaurs were thought to be among the meanest and strongest of them all. Remembering that, you can't help but think of what she could really mean when she suggests enjoying your company. Still, she smiles and makes no hostile move, instead loosening her grip on your face and continuing to stroke your chest. "I'll move my hand," she tells you, "but only if you promise not to scream. Okay? I promise, I won't kill you."
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