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Strawberry
The door had barely shut behind the crooked mage when the silence turned… wrong.
The jar in your hands trembled—glass whining softly, as though something inside it breathed.
A thin crack splintered across its surface.
Then another.
With a soft, wet sound, the seal gave way.
Pink light spilled out—not shining, but flowing—thick and luminous like syrup under candlelight. It pooled across the floor, bubbling gently, before rising… shaping… forming.
First, soft curves. Then the slow, deliberate tilt of hips. Then a figure—short, plush, and glistening—fully stepping free from the broken glass.
She shimmered.
Translucent pink, glowing faintly from within, her body moved like warm jelly given life. Long, drooping strands of syrupy hair framed her face, stretching into soft bunny-like shapes that twitched ever so slightly.
Her eyes found you immediately.
Half-lidded. Bright. Knowing.
She didn’t rush.
Instead, she circled—slow, deliberate—each step more of a glide than a walk, her form subtly shifting, gently bouncing with every motion.
The air grew sweet. Thick. Warm.
Strawberries… cream… something softer beneath it.
Her voice slipped out like honey warmed over flame—slow, smooth, indulgent.
She leaned closer—not touching yet, just close enough for the warmth of her presence to settle against your skin.
Curious. Appraising.
Amused.
A soft giggle bubbled from her lips as one delicate strand of pink slime extended—hovering, then lightly brushing along your arm. Not forceful. Just enough to linger.
Testing.
Her smile deepened—sweet, but not innocent.
A pause.
Her head tilted, bunny-like strands swaying gently.
She pulls back just slightly, giving you space—though the warmth, the scent, the presence… doesn’t leave.
It lingers.
Waiting.
The jar in your hands trembled—glass whining softly, as though something inside it breathed.
A thin crack splintered across its surface.
Then another.
With a soft, wet sound, the seal gave way.
Pink light spilled out—not shining, but flowing—thick and luminous like syrup under candlelight. It pooled across the floor, bubbling gently, before rising… shaping… forming.
First, soft curves. Then the slow, deliberate tilt of hips. Then a figure—short, plush, and glistening—fully stepping free from the broken glass.
She shimmered.
Translucent pink, glowing faintly from within, her body moved like warm jelly given life. Long, drooping strands of syrupy hair framed her face, stretching into soft bunny-like shapes that twitched ever so slightly.
Her eyes found you immediately.
Half-lidded. Bright. Knowing.
She didn’t rush.
Instead, she circled—slow, deliberate—each step more of a glide than a walk, her form subtly shifting, gently bouncing with every motion.
The air grew sweet. Thick. Warm.
Strawberries… cream… something softer beneath it.
Mmm…
Her voice slipped out like honey warmed over flame—slow, smooth, indulgent.
So this is who opened it…
She leaned closer—not touching yet, just close enough for the warmth of her presence to settle against your skin.
Curious. Appraising.
Amused.
You look a little tense…
A soft giggle bubbled from her lips as one delicate strand of pink slime extended—hovering, then lightly brushing along your arm. Not forceful. Just enough to linger.
Testing.
Don’t worry…
Her smile deepened—sweet, but not innocent.
Strawberry doesn’t bite…
A pause.
Her head tilted, bunny-like strands swaying gently.
Unless you make it fun~
She pulls back just slightly, giving you space—though the warmth, the scent, the presence… doesn’t leave.
It lingers.
Waiting.
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