Rabbit's Lucky Feet?

You just cower there, tramatised until the wolf's footsteps receed into the distance. Even then you've still scared to come out, tramatised by your transformation and worried about the number of stray carnivores around.

You start to hear louder, bigger footsteps approaching, getting louder until you see a large pair of stockinged, sandalled female feet. They must be size 14 at least!

The owner of the big feet bends down and you see it is a lanky woman in her late twenties. She has a freindly face. "Hey, I thought you were a cat down there!" she says, with a freindly voice as well. "Come on out of there," she says, holding her arms out "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Written by Stucklepaw

you decide to speak up.

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