You hadn't thought about finding a monster hiding in your closet or under your bed since you were a kid. And even then, you would never have imagined an encounter with a monster quite like the one you ended up having.
It all started out as a typical night. You'd had a hard day and were trying to unwind by playing your PS5. But instead of helping you relax before bed, you were now too frustrated to sleep. No-scoped 360'd by some kid probably less than half your age and on the other side of the planet, again.
You were one second away from respawning when the TV and lights all around you flickered and then went out completely. Peering into the kitchen, you saw that the clock on the microwave was blank.
You groaned as you thought about having to reset it again.
Looking out the window, you saw that the neighbors' lights all seemed to be just fine.
Maybe this was a sign you'd played enough video games for tonight and should be in bed after all. But this was another source of frustration. You knew you wouldn't be able to sleep until you found out why your lights and TV weren't working.
You muttered cusswords under your breath as you felt your way down your dark hallway into your bedroom to grab the flashlight and some spare fuses from your nightstand.
The wooden steps creaked as you made your way down into the basement.
As soon as you were at the bottom of the stairs, you could swear you heard footsteps running away from you. You quickly swung the flashlight in the direction you thought you'd heard the sound coming from. You saw nothing but dusty boxes and shadows.
You took several deep breaths and told yourself it was just your imagination. You were a grown adult and you had your own house. You were too old to be afraid of the dark.
Yet you were trembling a little as you slowly walked towards the fuse box, part of you tempted to just turn around and run back up the stairs.
You'd almost made it to the far wall when you swore you heard footsteps scampering away again. Not only that, but this time you thought you heard giggling.
You frantically swung the beam of your flashlight around the basement, trying to find the source of those weird sounds. Then, like your TV and lights, the flashlight flickered and died.
Run back up to your room for some more AA's? No! There was a small window near the ceiling where the basement peeked above ground level, letting in enough light from the moon and street lamps to illuminate your surroundings so you could see what you were doing. You just wanted to get this over with and then run up to your bed as quickly as possible. The giant rat or whatever was making those scuttling sounds would be a problem for another day.
You opened the box and looked for the fuse for your living room and kitchen. That's when you heard movement again. Right behind you this time.
You spun around quickly. She was standing on a shelf to be about eye-level with you. And she definitely wasn't a rat.
About three and a half feet tall, reptilian, with lime and lemon colored scales and large, leathery ears. She was standing upright and seemed to be wearing human clothes and make-up.
Her big, green, cat-like eyes were surrounded by glittery purple eyeshadow and long lashes in thick mascara. There was a prominent beauty mark above the corner of her plump lips, which were slathered in way too much slutty red lipstick.
Her red leather jacket looked shiny in the little bit of light coming in through the tiny window. Beneath that, she wore a leopard print dress, tight around her absurdly exaggerated hourglass figure. Huge tits, tiny waist, curvy hips. Her legs were long and skinny yet shapely. Her arms were also long and skinny, almost long enough to reach her feet. Her hair also almost came all the way down to her feet. Green, silky, and shimmery, with a rose tucked behind her long ear for decoration. Her stiletto heels were similarly green with rose decorations. Large hoop earrings in the points of her long, leathery ears completed her look.
She raised one hand and wiggled her three fingers, long talons on the ends painted in a blood red polish, in a flirtatious wave.
"Hi," she said, in a throaty, raspy voice. "I'm Greta."
You were too stunned to move.
She pounced through the air and grabbed you by the shoulders. Her thick, plush lips pressed against yours in a thick, sticky SSSMMOOOOCH!
Her lips made a loud popping sound as they pulled away from yours, and then she planted a rapid flurry of kisses all over your face, covering you in her lipstick.
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