Liana squeaked as the raccoon worked a particularly tough knot out of her fur. This had been a strange morning.
The raccoon towered over her, both due to the natural difference in height between their species, and also the fact that, even for a mouse, Liana was quite petite. Hell, she was about to start college, and she still got pulled over every once in a while because some cop thought that a child had stolen her parents' car.
She hadn't been sure what had was even going on, at first. Liana had bumped into the raccoon on the street. The raccoon had given Liana a look over, said "you'll do," and then proceeded to grab her by the arm and drag her off.
Liana had been even more confused when the raccoon pulled her into a Eastern-style bath house. Still clutching Liana's arm -- her grip was far too strong to break -- the raccoon had paid for both of them and taken her to the locker room. Then she had stripped both herself and her squirming captive, ignoring Liana's pleas and questions.
It wasn't until the raccoon led Liana into the bath proper that she had begun to understand.
The raccoon had forced Liana to sit on a small bench set out on the tile. Then she had used a hand-held shower head to wet Liana down before lathering up some kind of sweet-smelling shampoo between her paws so she could start washing her fur.
Raccoons liked to make sure their meat was both fresh and clean before eating it.
So now Liana sat on the bench, slightly hunched over. She still squirmed on occasion, but she didn't try to run: the tile around the bench was wet and soapy, and she would probably just fall and hurt herself if she tried to make a break for it.
And besides, this wasn't so bad. It felt kind of nice to be bathed; the raccoon was thorough and gentle, taking care to make sure she was completely clean. The fingers stroked the foamy lather into her ears with just the right amount of firmness. If Liana hadn't known what would be coming after, she actually might have enjoyed the experience. Would the raccoon be just as gentle when the time came? What would that feel like? If she was going to be taken by a predator, maybe she could do worse than this one.
No, no, if Liana kept thinking like that, this really *would* end with her taking a slick slide down the raccoon's throat, leaving nothing behind but some discarded clothes and a sudsy belch. She needed to stay focused. At the rate they were going, it would still be a few minutes before the raccoon had finished. If Liana just played along and kept her wits about her, some opportunity would present itself. She just had to be patient.
Liana squirmed as the raccoon worked more of the suds into her fur. Her hands had reached Liana's shoulders, and the thumbs pushed in hard, releasing hard knots of muscle that Liana hadn't even known were there.
Liana's lips parted and released a small moan, which in turn caused her to blush. Surely... surely it couldn't hurt to enjoy this, just a little bit? She still had time, and after all, there was nothing she could do right now but wait for her chance.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the massaging fingertips working on her shoulders. She would make her move to escape soon.
In just a minute or two more.
