the hag of the swamp

He would watch her, regard her as she screwed with him. She didn't really notice that he wasn't taking her seriously, barely took note of his wickid little grin as she walked along his spine and then flopped dramatically on his back. She cackled evilly as he thanked her, about to nibble on his ear when the ground beneath her began to tremble. For a moment she almost forgot she was laying on him and was about to panic when she began lifting from the ground. Woah. What? Oh yeah! A giggle would burst from her lips as she was lifted so one foreleg and one hind leg dangled on either side of Nova's back with her belly and chest pressed to his spine. For a moment she would swing her legs, Streatching her toes and enjoying the feel of floating. It was kinda magical. Until he darted forward. "REEEEDDDDD!!!" She would screech, forepaws flying forward in an attempt to wrap his neck in a hug of deach, hind paws turning in so dainty paws would press into his rib cage.

Eyes flew wide as she screamed out his name, her voice going up an octive every passing millisecond. And then it would cease, cutting off as she shoved her face into his neck. She didn't hear his singing over her own screams. And then it would all stop. So suddenly. He was breathing heaving and so was she. All of a sudden her leech like grip would release and her body would roll limply to the side. Her now rag doll body would hit the ground with a squelch of the mud and she would groan, rolling into her back and waving black muddy belly in submission. Long limbs would streatch and paw at him as she groaned. "What the hell Red... Definatly not how I imagined my first ride..." she would mumble before finally rolling into her belly and standing. Dear god. Somehow both fun and terrifying all at the same time.



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