>This evening had been perfect for you. >How could it not have been? >You got to spend the entire day with Aisha, your girlfriend >Sure both of you earned random stares throughout the day, but you did your best to ignore them. >After all, people staring was nothing new. >She is a 7 foot tall African spotted dog anthro, while you are just...You. >Her confession of love to you was out of the blue, with her saying she loved you because of all you did for her. >Turns out all you did was let her copy your homework so she wouldn't fail chemistry back in high school. >But that was all it took it seems, with you now in college and her in a trade school for fixing Motorcycles. >Both of you had stuck through it, despite how it looked to outsiders >She was... Is? ...Has been? Whatever, she would usually be described as a delinquent >Tall, Tough, and with fur dye tattoos covering her muscular arms >Her short hair, dyed neon blue, and usually wearing a leather biker jacket; she looked like she was robbing you >In fact a few cops had stopped you both in the streets on date nights, asking you if everything was ok. >You always wrapped one arm around Aisha's waist and pulled her close, earning a surprised yelp from her when that happened >That little squeak is what made the cops believe you when you said it was a date between the two of you. >Her embarrassed look is what convinced them, and her trying to hide behind you really sold it >She was, and still is embarrassed about being seen as soft and loving >Having grown up in a large family of criminals, she had to be tough >Her father has been in prison for 15 years, her older brother was in jail for robbery, and her younger siblings all had various crimes marking their records >But Aisha didn't. >Mainly because of you >You told her that if she needed money, you would help her so she didn't have to rob people or burgle or whatever >She deserved better, and you were determined to help her realize it >But all that falls to the wayside as you step out of the sushi restaurant, your arm locked around her muscular arm >"Where to now Babe?" you ask happily, looking up at her. >The two of you had a classic date, a Movie at the theaters and dinner. >She bites her lower lip and looks to the side concerned at what she has to say >You already know it’s because of something with her family >"Uh...Can we go to your place Anon? I think one of my brothers has a girlfriend over or something" she says, not looking you in the eyes. >A weak excuse, but not one you were going to argue with >"Ok Love, Lets go" you say with a smile >You hand interlocked with her padded fingers, you lead her back to her motorcycle. >She learned to ride early on, and buying a car is expensive, so usually she gave you rides everywhere >The confused looks from people at your college were priceless she dropped you off and gave you a goodbye kiss >A muscular paw squeezes your butt as you grab your helmet, making you jump in surprise >"Hey!" you call out in anger as you look to Aisha, who giggles >"Sorry sorry! You’re just SO cute!" she says with a grin, buckling her own helmet over her dyed hair >With a quick sweep of her leg, she’s on her bike and patting the seat behind her >"Come on Anon" she cooes softly, the way she speaks would surprise anyone else, the soft voice coming from such a tough looking woman is startling at best >Quickly you swing a leg over the bike and wrap your arms around her waist, earning a satisfied “mmm" from her >You know that it is only for you to hear, as she reves up her bike and sets off to your apartment >The world blurs by as you hug her close >In times like this, when there was nothing but the sound of her bike, you and her >You were truly reminded of how close you were to her >Yea, you both looked like polar opposites, but you knew everything about her, her loses and fears >But that didn’t matter, it never did >Even now as your arms were wrapped around Aisha's thicc waist, you didn’t think about your differences >Rather you thought about everything you had in common >Both of you had parents who didn’t care >Sure, it was pure coincidence that you grew up with parents who would rather get high >And she grew up with parents who would rather go rob someone over raising thier children >Somehow it brought you both closer together >Maybe it’s because when you have no one else rooting for you, all you need is one other person rooting you on >For you that other person just happened to be her, and you were sure for her, you were that other person >And in the end, you didn’t need anyone else; you were self-sufficient, but having Aisha's approval made every accomplishment that much sweeter. >When she told you of every small thing, her getting accepted into the local trade school; her graduating high school as the first one in her family... you threw a small party consisting of just you and her. >Her bike roars as she splits the lanes of traffic, zooming in-between the cars at a standstill. >Your state never did make it illegal, so she would take advantage of it, regardless of how you said it terrified you. >Some things you just could never change, and her veering through traffic was one of them. >But if that was it, just her being defiant about lane splitting, that was one you were willing to concede. >The highway is packed because of nothing, just people being right assholes and slowing down for literally nothing. >It used to annoy you, getting stuck in traffic for some assholes who were so engrossed watching a cop pull over some dumb idiot who sped. >Those things didn’t bother you anymore, Aisha liked to drive, and you didn’t mind being a passenger to this wild ride. >You hold her close as the world zips by in a roaring flurry, earning satisfied high pitched “A Hummmm" noises from Aisha >If you didn’t have your head pressed against her back you would miss those small noises, but you were so glad you didn’t. >Hearing her enjoyment from it all was the best drug you could ever have. >You're so lost in thought, mesmerized by Aisha's firm body and the sounds she makes, that you don’t even realized that you're at your apartment. >Nuzzles, tight hugs, and happy whimpers from Aisha tell you this night isn’t one of sex, but one of quiet snuggles. >Overflowing love between two people who deserved it. >It was perfect as you unlocked your apartment door and got pulled softly by Aisha to your bedroom. >No words are needed as you bother strip happily. >Her to just a pair of stretched panties, and you to a pair of loose boxers. >You had gotten an extra-long bed to accommodate her height a while ago, even though she hated that you spent money on her. >She always did hate when you bought things for her sake, even now, after so many months into your relationship. >months? Years? Did it matter? >She is your best friend and you don’t mind spending a bit of money for her comfort. >Both of you slip into your bed in your preferred sleeping positions; you on your back and her cuddled up to your side >Perfect for you to wrap one arm around her waist and pull her close. >"I love you Anon" Aisha whispers happily, snuggling her head into your chest. >"I love you too Aisha" you murmur, half asleep already. >It had been a long day; although it had been wonderful to spend with Aisha, a day on your feet all day was exhausting >Aisha's large head nuzzles into your chest, pulling the blankets into a small pillow between her head and your bony ribs >"Thank you for such a wonderful day" she murmurs happily, her large ears twitching and tickling your chin. >You rub your hand up and down her back in reassurance >"I had such a good time with you babe" you say with the aloofness only fatigue can bring. >A happy, "Ahum" is the only answer you get from her and she pulls you closer to her. >You hear rain start to splatter against your windows and the two of you drift off to sleep together >Weight, or was it pressure? >Something pressing down on your chest and limbs. >Not pressing like Aisha's comforting weight on you. >No, this was all encompassing. >You struggle against it and feel your body collapse upon itself, not listening to your commands to move. >Nothing. >No response from your body at all. >You struggle against it, trying hard to move, only to have the feeling change >It was no longer crushing weight, but dozens of spectral hands pulling you downwards into the bed. >The only thing you can control is your eyes as you search around for answers as to what is tormenting you. >They rest, at long last, on your semi open closet door. >Did you leave it open? Or did Aisha? >Doesn’t matter now as a pair of blood red glowing eyes stare at you, with dozens of ghastly hands spewing forth from the closet opening. >All you can do is whimper softly, as you feel the hands pulling you towards the closet. >Your fearful whimpers cause a soft stirring >How could you forget Aisha? Probably because the crushing weight from these hands made the weight from her head unnoticeable >"A-anon?" she whispers looking at you, her blue eyes glinting in the dark. >You can't answer, looking your eyes onto hers in a panic, trying to ignore the red eyes from the closet. >"A-anon!? Are you ok?! She cries sitting up quickly, looking over your body for any physical issues. >You can't move, you can't answer, and all you can do is blink like an idiot. >It’s been a long time since you suffered from sleep paralysis. >Your body is still asleep but your mind isn’t. >Ok... Stay calm. >Blink at her, get her attention. >You blink your eyes furiously at her, until she looks at them. >"Why are you?... Can't you..." she murmurs with a slight frown. >Come on, you had talked to her about this before >"That thing, night frozenness or something!" she says in realization, looking into your eyes with unwavering determination. >Her muscular frame wraps around you, seeming to push aside the specters hands >"Uh... I got you love, it's ok, I got you" she whispers, nuzzling your head into the crook of her neck >"It's ok...it's ok" she reassures you softly >You focus on her instead of the hundreds of shadow hands trying to get to you. >They all seem to be repelled by the soft caress of you love, which was a welcome surprise. >Closing your eyes and ignoring everything besides Aisha, you stay awake and unable to move. >Aisha's whispers turn to soft snores as she keeps you pressed to her. >You don't even realize you’ve fallen asleep, until you feel your eyes snap open to sunlight streaming through the window. >The smell off coffee and bacon fills the air as you wander out of the bedroom and find Aisha in the kitchen, wearing short shorts and an apron. >Her ears swivel towards you as you walk up behind her. >"Hey love" you say, wrapping your arms around her waist. >"Hey baby, you ok?" she says happily as she tends to the bacon. >"Mhm, I love you" you say pushing the side of your face into the soft fur of her back. >she gives a short snicker and Smiles happily. >"Love you too"