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Get a hold of yourself, Gretch. You're just wigging out over nothing.

Sighing at her own silliness as the last of her clothing hit the floor, the young lizard stepped into the shower. The moment the warm water touched her scales, all lingering nervousness left her body. Her thing fingers ran through her amethyst hair as the water worked rinsed away the stress from the day.

Sweet Father, what a nightmare. Between dealing with Frae and her bitching about her cheating, douchebag fiancee Tobias and then going on to gloat about the affair she was having with his best friend, Colin. (She pointedly ignored the small twinge of jealousy. If only that stupid bimbo coyote would realize females were so much better... particularly perky lizards with lovely purple hair and orange eyes but that was beside the point.) Followed by her sister bringing over a damned Ouija board... which she was TERRIFIED of but played with it anyways because.. yes, she wanted information from the other side about what to do as far as her silly infatuation with a certain sexy coyote.

However as she had downed her third beer and asked her fifth question, a strange chill ran up her spine. A feeling that she shouldn't be doing this. That she was bad and something bad was going to happen due to this. But a third tequila shot had her ignoring those feelings and she continued with the game. The spirit had been helpful, though she figured he or she was full of shit. It just kept saying too many things that she wanted to hear. Like her favorite canine wanting her but was afraid to say it.

Pfft, like that bitch is afraid of anything.

But the thought was a nice one. The lovely image of a delicate, gray-furred paw running up her scaled thigh couple by the steam and heated water cascading over her form made her shudder. Giving in to it, (wasn't like it was that awkward moment during the hotel party where she screamed Frae's name while her at-the-time girlfriend was going down on her... She still felt bad about that, but again beside the point.)

Her fingers slid over the lighter scales of her chest, stopping to tweak a hunter green nipple, gasping at the delightful sting. Her tail wound around her thigh, the tip flicking against the folds of her sex. She imagined it was Frae's fingers doing that, slowly sliding along the seam, back and forth just enough to drive her insane. That haughty grin pulled the coyote's muzzle and her hot tongue slid over her throat.

"Is this what you want, Gretch?" she could hear her whisper as her finger found her clit and attacked it mercilessly.

Her back hit the cold tiles and with her head tilted back, she rubbed herself faster, imagining Frae's paws and mouth all over her. The warm water sliding down her sensitive chest and belly was delicious. Her other hand moved between her legs and took over rubbing her clit while her tail slid inside of her. A keening moan filled the steamy bathroom and she pinched her nipple harder. Gretchen's tail slid in and out of her body, slowly at first then faster, harder. The tip of her tail curled to flick against the special spot in her body and she nearly lost her footing.

"God, Frae!" the young lizard screamed as she went at herself faster. Her quick tongue darted out, as if she could catch the imagined taste of Frae as she sat on her face. The telltale tightening of her lower abdomen let her know she was close and her breath quickened in anticipation, her fingers and tail going harder. She pinched her clit and her tail circling that inner bundle of nerves sent her screaming over the edge, her fantasy lover's name coming out in a shuddering moan. Her tail slid from her body and she leaned back against the wet tiles, her heartbeat slowing along with her breathing.

God, it had been a while since she indulged herself like that. Lazily reaching for her washcloth, she straightened up and began to wash up, lingering thoughts of gray-furred paws and gold eyes dancing through her mind. That chill rose up her spine again, though she wasn't sure why. It almost felt like fingers caressing her back. She paused her washing but the feeling was gone. Afterglow thoroughly ruined, she finished her shower.

~*~

It wasn't until she was in bed, the warm sheets sliding over her bare scales, that Gretchen felt that strange chill again. Anxiety wrapped around her heart like ill-fitting panties and she turned onto her side, drawing the covers up to her chin.

"You're wigging out over nothing, Gretch..."

The words were said lightly but she didn't feel it. However, she figured since sleep wasn't an option, she might as well do something.

"I'm probably just cold because I'm sleeping naked... I need clothes."

The only reason she was talking to herself because the sound of her own voice was better than the heavy silence... though she never had an issue with the quiet before. So she got out of bed, shaking her still damp hair at her own silliness. This was the last time she got drunk and played with Ouija boards. She and her favorite Wiccan Xist avoided those things with good reason.

There's an idea. I'll call her... She can calm me down.

Sleeping naked was not a good idea. It was now feeling pretty chilly in the room, though she knew she paid her heat bill. She reached for her cell phone that was charging on her night table with one hand and her jammie pants with the other.

A cold grip on her throat stopped her from reaching either.

Gasping and choking, she saw her own breath in the dim light but not the one who held her. That cold caress she felt in the shower made its way down her back and grasped her bare ass. She struggled against the icy iron grip, but it was futile. As she struggled the clock radio suddenly came on, and the lamp flickered along with the image of a male shape, holding her by the throat.

The shape of what she now knew was the ghost that was going to kill her...

Its cold hand slid over her breast and her orange eyes widened.

...or fuck her.

Shit.