A F T E R   T H E   C R E D I T S : A S S I G N M E N T :   E A R T H
By Ster Julie

Rating: PG
Characters: Roberta, Isis (f/f?)

A/N: Based on a true story of my adventures in baby-sitting two kids and one HUGE smoky gray (& FAT!) cat. (Did I say he was enormous?)

For Farfalla

--ooOoo--

What was that?!

Roberta froze under the blankets that covered her. Something, some living thing, was crawling slowly up her legs. She was too frightened to scream, too paralyzed by fear.

Whever it was, it was compact. It wasn't exactly small but carried a lot of weight for its size. It stopped its slow traverse up her body until it reached her groin. It did several leisurely turns, then slowly hunkered down in the space between her thighs.

No sound, nary a squeak came from Roberta's constricted throat. Was a small being was trying to molest her? Was it one of those strange aliens again? Did they mistake Roberta for her boss Gary Seven?

Suddenly, the warm, heavy lump of a being began emitting this strange thrumming sound. It kept a steady, regular pace that soothed Roberta back to sleep.

Soon after, Roberta felt pressed down from above, and not just her lap. From her shoulders to her hips, she could not move, but she could feel, oh, could she feel! The being's foot started to trace the inside of her leg from her foot to her knee to . . .

"Wake up, Roberta!" she ordered herself, somehow sensing that this was just a dream. "Open your eyes! You've got to open your eyes!"

Roberta finally got her leaden eyelids open and found herself staring into the smoky eyes of the lithe, felinesque woman that she had seen earlier that day, the weirdest day of her short life.

Roberta woke fully with a gasp. Gary's black cat Isis hissed into her face and leapt off her chest, and scampered into Gary Seven's waiting arms across the room.

"What's all the noise in here?" Gary demanded as he scratched behind Isis' left ear.

"Wh-what kind of cat is that?" Roberta demanded.

"Just your garden variety house cat," Gary replied dryly, enjoying both Roberta's disbelieving glare and Isis' meows of protest.

Roberta just chalked up her erotic experience to a bad dream and the power of suggestion from the cat finding her body a suitable place to take a nap.

Yet somehow, as Roberta stared into those smug, smoky feline eyes, she wasn't so sure it was a dream after all.

FIN

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