Disclaimer: I don't own Lara Croft, or any Tomb Raider character. I do
however own Teagan Blue, so don't steal her. I don't own Play Station
either.
I was so tired by the end of the day that I thought I would fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. As I trudged slowly back to the Croft mansion, every bone in my body aching, I asked her what was on the 'wonderful' agenda for tomorrow.
She didn't pick up an a single hint of sarcasm and responded, "Well, since there really isn't anything for you to do on your own, the game does it for you, you really don't need much more training. Unless. . . unless you want to give the obstacle course another go. . ."
"Oh, no. No, no, no, that's quite alright." The last thing I needed was that dammed obstacle course. I swear, Lucifer himself must have designed that awful contraption. First of all, there were way to many monkey bars and second, there was absolutely no way to do it in under a minute. I think I took me about 15 minutes to complete the whole thing. . . and that was with a drink break. Lara was like a drill sergeant, barking orders at every whim. Sometimes, I just want to sock her straight in the mouth, but I know that somehow she's doing this for my own good. Plus, if it'll get me back home in a decent amount of time, so be it.
When we got to the mansion, it was pretty dark, so I asked her where I'd be staying for the night.
"Well, tonight you can stay here. But you'll have to get used to sleeping in the tree camp. . . or by some other means because once we're out in the jungle, there will be no mansion."
"Er. . . right," I said rather nervously.
She showed me up to my room and told me to make myself comfortable.
"I'll have Henry bring you up some dinner."
"Thanks," I replied right when she slammed the door.
I still wasn't quite used to being animated, so you can imagine my shock when I looked at myself in the shower. The water coming out was blue and I didn't look wet at all. In fact, I seriously doubted that I was getting even the least bit damp. My boobs, I'd noticed, had now become a DD cup and I could barely see past them to my legs. Not that that was a bad thing, of course. It was just slightly unusual.
I dried off, even though it was pointless, and was almost expecting to go to my pajama drawer when I remembered that I wasn't home. Just then, Henry knocked on the door to bring my dinner in and when he saw me, he quickly apologized and turned away.
"Oh! So sorry, miss."
"Oh dear! That's alright. . . say, do you happen to know where I could find some pajamas?"
"Er. . . yes, I'll bring them up for you."
"Thanks."
I waited around in my towel before he finally returned holding yet another black tank top and some pinstriped pajama bottoms. I thanked him again before he left and then I stuffed my now huge boobs into the tiny top and slipped on the pants.
The smell of the dinner was very alluring and I almost died of joy when I lifted up the silver lid and saw that I had steak, potatoes, corn, apples and even a small glass of champagne. I did have some water, though. I devoured the entire steak in about 2.2 seconds and was busily scarfing down the mashed potatoes when Lara came in.
"My god. . . what a big eater you are! I certainly hope you'll still be able to move tomorrow. After all, we will be taking a ten mile hike to the beach and back."
At this last bit, some of the potatoes came shooting out of my mouth and I shrieked, "What did you say?!" But since I still had a mouthful of food it came out more like, "Uf di oo ay?
"Swallow," she commanded.
I gulped before repeating, "What did you say?"
"I said, we have a ten mile hike to the beach and back. It starts bright and early, be up at sunrise."
"What the hell?! It's 10:30 now! That's not nearly enough sleep!"
"Oh?"
"I can't possibly function on less than 10 hours of sleep."
She gave one of her trademark chuckles again before saying, "Sweet dreams. . ." and turning out the light.
I gave a half groan, half sigh as I yanked the covers over my head and forced myself to sleep.
I was so tired by the end of the day that I thought I would fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. As I trudged slowly back to the Croft mansion, every bone in my body aching, I asked her what was on the 'wonderful' agenda for tomorrow.
She didn't pick up an a single hint of sarcasm and responded, "Well, since there really isn't anything for you to do on your own, the game does it for you, you really don't need much more training. Unless. . . unless you want to give the obstacle course another go. . ."
"Oh, no. No, no, no, that's quite alright." The last thing I needed was that dammed obstacle course. I swear, Lucifer himself must have designed that awful contraption. First of all, there were way to many monkey bars and second, there was absolutely no way to do it in under a minute. I think I took me about 15 minutes to complete the whole thing. . . and that was with a drink break. Lara was like a drill sergeant, barking orders at every whim. Sometimes, I just want to sock her straight in the mouth, but I know that somehow she's doing this for my own good. Plus, if it'll get me back home in a decent amount of time, so be it.
When we got to the mansion, it was pretty dark, so I asked her where I'd be staying for the night.
"Well, tonight you can stay here. But you'll have to get used to sleeping in the tree camp. . . or by some other means because once we're out in the jungle, there will be no mansion."
"Er. . . right," I said rather nervously.
She showed me up to my room and told me to make myself comfortable.
"I'll have Henry bring you up some dinner."
"Thanks," I replied right when she slammed the door.
I still wasn't quite used to being animated, so you can imagine my shock when I looked at myself in the shower. The water coming out was blue and I didn't look wet at all. In fact, I seriously doubted that I was getting even the least bit damp. My boobs, I'd noticed, had now become a DD cup and I could barely see past them to my legs. Not that that was a bad thing, of course. It was just slightly unusual.
I dried off, even though it was pointless, and was almost expecting to go to my pajama drawer when I remembered that I wasn't home. Just then, Henry knocked on the door to bring my dinner in and when he saw me, he quickly apologized and turned away.
"Oh! So sorry, miss."
"Oh dear! That's alright. . . say, do you happen to know where I could find some pajamas?"
"Er. . . yes, I'll bring them up for you."
"Thanks."
I waited around in my towel before he finally returned holding yet another black tank top and some pinstriped pajama bottoms. I thanked him again before he left and then I stuffed my now huge boobs into the tiny top and slipped on the pants.
The smell of the dinner was very alluring and I almost died of joy when I lifted up the silver lid and saw that I had steak, potatoes, corn, apples and even a small glass of champagne. I did have some water, though. I devoured the entire steak in about 2.2 seconds and was busily scarfing down the mashed potatoes when Lara came in.
"My god. . . what a big eater you are! I certainly hope you'll still be able to move tomorrow. After all, we will be taking a ten mile hike to the beach and back."
At this last bit, some of the potatoes came shooting out of my mouth and I shrieked, "What did you say?!" But since I still had a mouthful of food it came out more like, "Uf di oo ay?
"Swallow," she commanded.
I gulped before repeating, "What did you say?"
"I said, we have a ten mile hike to the beach and back. It starts bright and early, be up at sunrise."
"What the hell?! It's 10:30 now! That's not nearly enough sleep!"
"Oh?"
"I can't possibly function on less than 10 hours of sleep."
She gave one of her trademark chuckles again before saying, "Sweet dreams. . ." and turning out the light.
I gave a half groan, half sigh as I yanked the covers over my head and forced myself to sleep.