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Chapter 8: Tony-Tony Chopper (Sandry & Kaeldrea)
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Two identical, ear-splitting, migraine-inducing squeals of utter delight ripped through the air over the grassy main deck of the Thousand Sunny. It was quickly followed by a shriek of equal volume, but with a tone of terror instead of bliss.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIYYYAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!" Tony-Tony Chopper screamed, as five times his usual body mass came crashing down onto his small, cloven-hoofed frame.
The two strange women—one brunette, one redhead—ignored his fear, wrapping their arms around his furry body in a tight double embrace. "KAWAIIIIII!!!!" they cooed together. The redhead rubbed his small ears between her fingers, marveling at their furry softness. The brunette caught hold of his little hooves and wiggled them around as a new mother would her baby's fists.
"NOOO!!" Chopper wailed. "LET GO OF ME, YOU STUPID HUMANS!!"
"Awww…" they said together.
"Isn't he just the cutest thing ever, Sandry?" the redhead asked her counterpart, tickling his tummy until he giggled uncontrollably.
"I know, Kaeldrea!" the brunette agreed giddily, tweaking his horns. "I just want to hold him, and squeeze him, and call him George!"
"You want to call him George?" One of Kaeldrea's pale gold brows rose, as she gathered the tormented little reindeer-human onto her lap.
"Well, no, not really, but it's part of the saying." Sandry admitted.
"HELP!" Chopper wailed. "I'M BEING REINDEER-NAPPED!! SOME BODY SAVE ME!!!"
"Isn't that just precious?" Sandry chuckled, and then leaned forward to kiss his little blue nose. "But we should go, sis. We've still got more to do."
"True. One last cuddle then?"
"Indeed."
With that, they squeezed Chopper until he thought his eyeballs would pop out of his skull. Just when he thought he was going to die, though, all of the pressure vanished.
And the women with it.