About HIGH Time

Scorpion pulled her closer to his chest, and she sighed happily. He commented on her being awake, and she grumbled as she buried her face deeper into his chest. "No she hasn't." Othello muttered, not wanting to wake up at the moment. Her head was still spinning and her whole body hurt. Her paws felt swollen and she knew that she would have a few scars on her neck. Her long tail swished along the grass lazily as the dame fought waking up. "Another 30 minutes..." She whispered, pulling her belly against his. She was too comfy to wake up, and with her head spinning it hurt way too much to look up into the sky.

Othello wiggled even closer to the brute until there was no telling who was who. She just wanted to morph into him, let him do all the walking and eating, she could just be a little blob. She would crawl out to eat and that was it. How nice and easy would that be?