Talk:Cockatrice/@comment-27303410-20160507002257/@comment-5426290-20160509095151

I carefully sneak away to my home, there though I soon hear the cockatrice's fangs on the wood of my porch. I spy at her from my couch as she peeks in through one window, then the next looking for the owner of the scent she followed.

Soon enough she manages to jimmy a lock on my window and pushes it open, hopping inside and sitting down next to me on the couch. She looks at me, seemingly fearful of every breath I take, yet the raging Mushroom compels her to stay near me. Eventually I reach out to her and am immediately petrified and snuggled up against. With me stuck in place she can happily undress and oogle my body without fear of being raped. (>w<)