Meera blinked up into the familiar darkness of her bedroom. As awareness filtered in, she realized there was another warm body in bed with her, breathing deeply in sleep. As her eyes adjusted further, she rolled her head to the side, just able to make out dark hair and lashes on a face that had been central in many of her dreams and fantasies of late.
*Hoooooly shit. Clark Higgins is IN. MY. BED.* Meera whispered internally (and quite frantically) to herself. *And I can't seem to recall a single moment of last night that led up to this monumental occurrence! OH WHY?! Why can't I remember the details of what I'm SURE was the single most amazing night of my life?!!* As her body started to shake with it's distress, Meera quickly rolled out from under the covers and off the bed, lest she wake her crush who JUST SO HAPPENED to be SLEEPING IN HER BED.
Shuffling silently to her attached bathroom, Meera slid the pocket-door closed with only a faint *click.* Freezing, she listened for a stirring from her bedroom, but it appeared her rapid exit hadn't disturbed the heavily-sleeping (perhaps... drunk?) Clark. Flicking on the light, she was momentarily blinded, only then realizing that she had been able to see most of the bathroom fixtures pretty well in the light of the half-full moon shining through the window over the toilet.
"Sheesh" she muttered, a hand over her eyes as she braced herself against the sink. She was ... sticky between her legs, and her inner muscles ached with a new soreness. While she didn't had extensive experience, Meera was no dummy - she could put the clues together and pretty confidently assume what had happened in her bed last night. At least, she hoped she wasn't wrong in her assumption. Clark was the sole object of her affection these past months, and if what she was deducing to have occurred, HADN'T, she didn't know if she could live with the mortification. What if someone had put him in her bed as a joke?! No. She wouldn't allow that cruel possibility to dampen her elation; her dream had finally come true. Clark and she... Meera reached down, feeling the confirmation of their connection via the physical evidence still gracing her inner thighs.
Waddling to the linen closet, she grabbed a clean washcloth and turned on the sink to get the water hot. Suddenly, something brushed against her thighs from behind and Meera jumped and whirled. "WHAT THE..." she turned another 180degrees, chasing the wispy blonde hairs she could see trailing behind her before finally raising her gaze to the mirror above the sink.
"OHmygod. What the..." she trailed off, her eyes darting over her naked body, touching her ears, groin, nose, hair... she twisted to get a look at her backside, the blonde hairs tickling the backs of her thighs with every movement. "I have a freaking TAIL?!!" she whisper-screamed! On some level, she still didn't want to wake Clark and scare him out of her bed, but SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK?
Meera clutched her head, feeling two smoothly-furred flaps beneath her hands on the sides of her head. Not only could she feel them against her palms, but she could also feel her palms against them! Had someone slipped her some drugs at the party?!
Squeezing her eyes tightly closed, she forced herself to take deep breaths and count to 10. Upon opening, she realized she did feel calmer, although her appearance had not changed. She was starting to realize that this was not a dream, despite how pleasant the first part had been.