The Blood Hound
"Eww eww eww EWW!" Nessarose almost squealed in complete and utter indelight. She liked to travel. She liked cats. She even didn't mind some dirt.
But she minded being on Gamorr, in a jungle, with slime covering her from head to toe while the corpses of dead famorrean felines coated her from dead to toe. It even smelled all wrong. That so totally not what kitties were meant to do! One moment Nessarose had been toying with them, the next moment they were going for her ovaries.
Or at least that's what she kinda sorta seriously hoped, because other explanations were just too damned icky.
Taking her hair in her hands, she squeezed the full length of it, trying to get some of the sticky goo out, which in turn just made the slime spread out even more.
One thing was for sure. Nessarose was never coming back to this planet!
But she minded being on Gamorr, in a jungle, with slime covering her from head to toe while the corpses of dead famorrean felines coated her from dead to toe. It even smelled all wrong. That so totally not what kitties were meant to do! One moment Nessarose had been toying with them, the next moment they were going for her ovaries.
Or at least that's what she kinda sorta seriously hoped, because other explanations were just too damned icky.
Taking her hair in her hands, she squeezed the full length of it, trying to get some of the sticky goo out, which in turn just made the slime spread out even more.
One thing was for sure. Nessarose was never coming back to this planet!