This choice: Allison comes across a Strange package delivered to her home • Go Back...Chapter #3Allison comes across a Strange package delivere... by: OdinAshcroftFA   But before we look into tonight, let us look on how it all began for Allison, looking to the morning...
Allison was NOT a morning person, and to her ever-lasting annoyance, Jessica was as her teasing tone and extremely vocal volume would arrouse the great jurassic beauty from her slumber, blearly glaring down at her alarm clock, sighing at that it was indeed, very late into the morning or in the still half fuzzy mind of the rexgal, too early...still, she would finally rise from the bed as her energetic roommate thumped her fuzzy little fists into the door, not letting Ali rest. So, with a resounding thump-thump as her broad, bare feet dropped onto the floor, Allison's great jaws opening with a great yawn, her body letting out pleasant little pops and crunches as she stretched out, her barely held back bosoum bousum, and her round rump shaking with the swish of her tail. She would be reaching for her bedroom door, a bit more awake and now an annoyed snarl in her throat, not one who wishes to be roused from her slumber so noisely as Jessica LOVED to do to her...but as soon as she swung the door open, the t-rex gal would blinkblink at empty air at where her impish little vixen of a roommate would be...but wasn't to be found.
Allison would look to her left and then to her right, straightening up while scratching her left cheek, confused at where Jessica had gone. She had just been there...but then, Jessica was a speedy little gal. But either way, Allison did sigh in relief at the brief reprieve she'd been given by her friend's sudden disappearence and walked off, great green bare feet thumping the wooden floor, unimpeded to the bathroom...and really hoped Jessica wasn't home, because as soon as that bathroom door closed (and locked. She checked...TWICE), and her clothes were gone, the hissing hot waters which greeted her bare curvatious form. Just the heavenly wake-up call she needed, her cheeks blackening with color of embaressed pleasure as she would let the water cascade along her large but lovely form, tail swishing as she scrubbed her smooth scaled form thoroughly, though lingering then she would as she rubbed her hefty breasts, pressing them together and...well, lets say that shower went from basic cleaning to a long, and very soothing process to get clean...and a little dirty. Though, for a gal like Allison, she was still blushing long after the shower itself was over and had toweled herself off. She was always embaressed for moments like that, especially in the shower and found herself a little down when she realized that she experienced such a good experience...alone. However, she counted to herself as she wrapped her custom towel as tight as possible as she would unlock the door, half expecting the vixen to pop out and tease and...
No one was waiting on the other side of the door
"Huh...normally this would be when Jessie just pounce onto the scene and drive me up the wall...calling me Alli-saurus and...wait, who am I talking to?"
The t-rexess would shake her head and chuckle, her bare feet thumping the wooden floor as she would step into the hall, walking back towards her room, feeling extremely foolish but otherwise relieved that for once, she wasn't going to have to put up with Jessica's childish...hmmm?
She stopped, peering down the hall, to where the front door was...and saw a large brown-paper wrapped package sitting on an end table...and its allure drew Allison from her bedroom, pulling more and more, until she was looking down at the package in question, great watery footprints following behind her. She'd raise an eyebrow ridge down at a small note which had been placed down onto the package...yet smirked as she found the flourishing handwriting of Jessica, whom Allison can't help but imagine is giggling during each word is said, her trickster nature shining through in her wording...
Heya Alli-Saurus, Jes here.
Had to get going, got people to go, and places to meet...strike that, reverse it. Anyway, this big beast of a box was on our front door step, and it was addressed to the house, and since I hadn't ordered anything, didn't wanna bother ya with the details and just thought it was yours, so, here you go! See you later, Alli-Gator...oh, and if there is anything kinky in this box, be sure to share with me later! -Jessica
Allison couldn't help but chuckle and smile at her friend's written words. Despite constant teasing and jokes, the vixen meant well, and though Allison found her behavior both extremely childish and even weird, she couldn't wish for a better friend. With that said, the t-rexess's eyes now fell upon the brown package itself. Jess was right, and their address was on there, yet it didn't designate whom it was supposed to go to, and she certainly order anything herself.she didn't even recognize the company which had sent it "ArchSoft". Allison, a distinct chill running up her body, became very self aware...especially when she felt her towel lightly flutter agaisnt a gentle breeze, her bare scaled bum buns shivering as they were nearly naked to the elements, if only by the grace of the towel. She turned to quickly race back to her bedroom, not knowing if Jessica would choose this time to return home, and with but a towel on, Allison knew the vixen would require little else as ammunition. But, with one green sole hanging in mid-step, Allison's eyes held onto the box and with a grace which would cause intense jealously amongst the musclehead footballers, tucked the box into one arm, and folded the other over her chest, and soon, she was but an emerald blur, and the door of her bedroom would slam shut, and Allison, bracing the door shut with her towering t-rex frame, sighed in relief.
She glanced at the box one more time and blushed bright black, admonishing herself for being so odd...over a box! Tossing it onto her bed, Allison let her towel drop without a care, her bountiful, bouncy body was a sight to behold, but as she stood, frowning at the closet, trying to come to decision, she just kept looking over her shoulder, back at the freaking box, and without any fore thought to the actual recepient, she tore away the wrapping and lifted the brown cardboard lid of the mailing box and gaped at what awaited her within the padded contents of the box.
It was...a pair of large bottles. Both seemed to be made along the lines of specialty energy drinks, bottles with reusable twist-off caps, but clearly made with a sturdy durable metal substance instead of flimsy plastics. Their shapes bore an easy grip for a number of consumer grips. But thats where the similiarities ended between the two bottles. Allison reached down, and took each bottle in hand, shivering a bit with pleasant surprise at their touch. They were chilled. Not lukewarm like one would expect being kept in such a mailing container, but not freezing as if refridgerated. Just...the perfect balance of "chilled". Shaking her head, she hefted the bottles in hand. In her great grip, the bottles were more like simple soda cans, but in hand, she could take a good long look at each bottle.
The bottle in her left hand gleamed with a rich ruby gleam, almost exhuding a raw sense of power, a firery intensity, even without the help of the very unusual label. WITH the label, which formed in the shape of a clenched fist (ON FIRE!), declared itself proudly as "POWER BERRY PUNCH!". This declaration was further bolstered by the subline "THE Energy Drink To Give You EXTRA Power and EXTRA Energy to your PUNCH!".
Allison chuckled, at such a macho, overtly masculine way of marketing. The entire football team probably drank the stuff, a gallon an hour...EACH. Still grinning, Allison looked to the other bottle, finding its gentler, smoother looking emerald sheen calming and relaxing. Its logo, just unique as its crimson counterpart, seemed to have this inverse-mobius of what appeared to be a Citrus fruit, a lemon or lime, with a smaller one within it and an even smaller one within that! Either way, it was appropriate as it would seem the drink is called "Shrinking Citrus", evidently a diet drink, confirmed by its tag line "The Health Drink WILL make those Pounds and Inches disappear!"
Allison's grunt was more of a skeptical amusement. Both a health nut AND a lover of junk food, she'd been suckered by such products before, especially with ones with odd names. Skinny Cow sprang to mind with the gnashing of teeth. Though, she always had enjoyed citrus drinks. She licked her lips, feeling very thirsty...
Shaking her head, she dropped both bottles onto her bed, and seemed instantly resolved in what she was going to do, as she turned back on a meaty heel, and marched back to the closet, and began dressing for a much needed jog. To clear her head with some fresh air, as well as maybe shed a few more pounds. Still chilly despite being late March, she pulled up a pair of slightly roomy but mostly body hugging navy blue-black track pant, and tugged on a lighter-slate blue-grey tank top, both ontop of her snug but comfortable sports bra and panties. Sure, that combonation accentuated her assets more then she'd like, but it was the only outfit which functioned best in her exercise and covered as much of her as best as possible. Dropping down onto the bed as she put on a pair of socks, wiggling the shod thick toes before tucking in her favorite pair of custom work-out sneakers, she took a deep breath...but paused again, and looked at the two drinks. She was planning to go for a long jog...and a drink would be nice...and she already took them out of the box...So, Allison reached out and took...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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