Fight it!

Forcing yourself to stay conscious, you manage to fight the darkness you're being dragged into.

However, you quickly start to question if it was worth it, as a second syringe is pulled out, filled with a strange blue, glowing liquid. You soon realise this isn't going into the tubing; this is going into you face.

As the needle closes in on you, you lose all will to remain awake, immediately embracing unconsciousness.

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Your eyes open, again. This time you find yourself in your room, staring at the ceiling, still **** on the smell of coffee.

Before you to relax, however, you hear a thud, as you knock something off the end of the bed, onto the floor.

Sitting up, you look to see what the noise was. As soon as you turn to look, you see a familiar pair of pink boy-shorts, with the familiar rear-end, contained inside them, pointing right at you.

Natasha turns over, on the floor, sitting in a slightly more proper position. Seeing you awake, she sighs, relived.

"Thought I'd never get you up, Drake." She says, looking rather stern.

"I was having a weird dream, that's all." You say, a little detached, "I just wanted to see where it was going."

"Weird dream, eh?" She ponders, glazing over slightly, "I really don't want to know."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

She stands up, flattening out her clothes, and heads for the door.

"Breakfast's already out." She says, looking over her shoulder, "Come on!"

"Yeah. I just need to turn my alarm off, first."

"Don't bother, I already did."

"Why?"

"It was getting on my nerves. Thing kept going off and you weren't getting up."

You smile, slightly, at that. You feel like a better person for not changing her, even if part of you still wants to. She catches your smile, returning it with a look of confusion, and, then, leaves the room, leaving you alone with your raging morning wood, still standing tall, even through the sexual confusion.