Chapter #3Hal's House Invasion! by: Gaturm   The lights were dim, the street quiet. Every now and again, a lone car drove by, rattling the windows of the quiet neighborhood. A small nearby bar was the only source of noise in the whole area. A group of drunken saurians stood outside, laughing loudly about something Hal had absolutely no interest in. He knew to never get close to the places the gargantuan lizards called their homes... except, of course, if he needed something. Like he did, right now.
Sighing, he turned away from the illuminated windows of the bar, trying his best to ignore the uproarious laughter that would have certainly shattered his eardrums should he have been closer, and focused on his target.
It didn't look like anything special. A large, six-story apartment building, looking exactly like its dozen neighbors, as if someone had simply copy and pasted an entire block. The red brick might once have seemed fashionable, but by the color was faded and the building was due a renovation. Still, many people lived here. Saurians and anthros, mostly single, who either couldn't or wouldn't spend money on the more expensive apartments in the inner city.
Of course, Hal didn't really care about what the living situation of the inhabitants were, or how dilapidated the building was. No matter what, compared to his home this tower was paradise. One he could only enter very shortly, since humans were seen as pests, to be crushed or otherwise discarded off. But inside was a veritable treasure trove: more food than he could ever eat was piled up in the various pantries. It may last a saurian a week, but for him it was a nearly endless supply.
He had scouted it out for the last few days after the corner shop he had been used to scavenging from, had gotten a cat and installed mouse traps. After a close encounter with the furry beast, which ended with Hal barely escaping its claws, he had decided that it wasn't worth the risk and searched for a new food source. This tower had been the first on his list. Since it was this old, there had to be holes or cracks through which he could slip. His intuition proved true. Time had gnawed through the walls, creating a few minuscule cracks that led directly into the apartment behind.
Hal had also seen who lived there, which sealed the deal that he would try stealing from this place. A massive, red t-rex was the sole inhabitant. At least, he never saw anyone else through the window as he spied on her. What was even better, was that she left the house very early in the morning, most of the time in sporty shorts, a top struggling to contain her generous chest, and running shoes. She would jog away, a bag slung over her shoulder. Hal didn't know where she went - she may have worked as a fitness instructor, or simply preferred jogging to college over taking the bus, but he didn't care. When she arrived back home, she would be completely exhausted, sweating out of every pore. She stayed awake for only two hours afterwards, before she dimmed the lights and went to bed.
Which was the perfect time for Hal to enter! For the last two hours he had observed her, counting the minutes until she went to sleep. Finally, the last light vanished. Now, it was Go-Time!
Without hesitation, Hal sprinted forwards toward the crack. He hadn't actually entered it before, but he had a pretty good idea where it would take him. Judging by what he had seen through the window, he'd end up in either the saurian's living or bedroom. Since she was asleep anyway, he doubted it would matter much.
Squeezing forwards, the cold stone scraped over his chest. His old, worn shirt tore with ease as it caught on the rough edges. Gritting his teeth, Hal kept going. Though the tunnel was dark, he could see the end already, the moon faintly illuminating the room in the distance.
Then, with a few more tugs, he burst through to the other side. Hal didn't loose any time. Quickly, he took in his surroundings. He let out an annoyed grunt.
He had ended up in the saurians bedroom, after all. That alone wouldn't have been bad, but he hadn't accounted for her to be this messy. The floor was covered in old clothing. Socks, shirts, even the rex' underwear was scattered all over. He could barely even take a step without being caught in the fabric of some garment.
Right next to him was a massive desk. Hal could barely see the edges of monitor on top. Some papers loosely hung over the edge, threatening to fall. On the other side of the room, a gigantic closet rose to the ceiling, open and stuffed to the brim with even more clothes. Finally, there was the bed, a large, queen sized mattress more suited for two.
What was worrying, however, was that Hal couldn't see the saurian woman anywhere. He had counted on her being in bed already. This made traversing her flat infinitely more dangerous... but he also couldn't waste anymore time! He had to locate her pantry, after all, grab what he needed, and escape. It would take him the whole night, probably, not counting actually getting back to his hideout. And if there was one thing he certainly didn't want to do, it was walking the streets by daylight. Doing so was asking to be crushed by some passerby, who probably wouldn't even notice the stain on their boot.
No, he had to get started now! The state of this room would slow him down enough already, so dallying until the rex came in was out of the question. Slowly, he made his way forward, careful not to get entangled in a pile of socks. The odor they emitted was mind numbing and he had to gag, but Hal had endured much worse in his time. He stumbled away, leaving the stinking clothes behind and continued towards the door.
He had been right, traversing the clothes was taking him longer than he was comfortable with. The thought that he still needed to drag food out of here made him even more nervous. But what really made him worry was, that the rex still hadn't entered the bedroom. Had he missed her going out? Maybe... he couldn't see any lights, after all.
As he kept going, something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Something above him, on a small table, glittered in the moonlight, and Hal could swear he saw something move within. Turning his head, he inspected it closer. It was round, more than double his height, and transparent. Glass. But more importantly...
There was a human inside! No, not just one. Through the darkness, he could make out multiple shapes, most of them simply sitting around, leaning against the wall. But one of them was banging against the glass, waving her arms towards Hal. She was trying to get his attention, obviously... and judging by her expression, it was urgent. And only a second later, he found out, why...
Had he not been distracted, he might have avoided the trap. But since his eyes were trained on the woman in the bottle, he didn't see the suspicious looking strip of plastic on the floor in front of him. Hal's foot landed right inside it - and as he tried to keep walking, he stumbled, sinking his entire leg into the sticky glue trap.
Hal balked, but managed not to scream. Still, he berated himself for having paid so little attention. But how could he have known that a person as messy as this saurian would scatter human traps around her bedroom.
Even though he knew it was useless, his body instinctively struggled against his restraints. It took all his willpower, not to do so. Struggling would only make it worse, since it would only get the rest of his limbs caught in the glue as well. The right strategy of escaping was to lie still and slowly pry yourself apart. He had been lucky. With only his leg caught, it wouldn't take all that long for him to free himself...
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
All color faded from Hal's face as he heard what he had been listening for the entire time. Footsteps. Massive, thunderous footsteps, no doubt of the owner of the apartment. And they were coming closer...
Hal cursed his luck and himself, desperately trying to pry himself loose. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the caged human woman slump down, an expression of fear coming over her.
BOOM!
The door swung open. Inside the frame stood the massive form of the saurian woman. Her red scales shimmered in the weak moonlight, her face illuminated by the glow of her phone. Despite his situation, Hal couldn't help but gawk. saurian was completely naked. For the first time, he saw her massive, muscular frame up close. Her legs and arms were thick from intense training, her abs clear and defined. The inside of her thighs, as well as her belly, were a dull gold. The cheeks of her rear were firm, bouncing up and down with each step. Her breasts were large enough to crush an entire human house under just one. Finally, there was her face. The saurian's snout was sharp, canines poking out of the side. Her large, green eyes were looking towards her bed, clearly tired.
Hal sucked in his breath and ceased struggling. He couldn't be discovered, or it would be his end. He couldn't help but feel sorry for those other humans. Whatever the saurian had them caged for, he didn't envy them.
Now, all he could do was to lie still and hope that he wouldn't be discovered...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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