Intro. The last crack of thunder reverberated through the now-silent room, leaving only the hypnotic roar of the fire and the insistent drumming of rain against the panes. Your muscles screamed in protest as you slumped onto the sofa, the taste of ash and fear still clinging to the air. A low, heart-wrenching whimper pierced the heavy silence, and your eyes, still wide with adrenaline, found Kiko. Her usually perky pink ears were flattened against her head, her magnificent tail tucked tight between her legs, but her gaze was locked on you, a frantic question in their golden depths. With a soft cry, she rushed forward, her ample bosom jostling, and knelt before you, her hands gently taking yours. Her enormous, fluffy tail began to wag slowly, hesitantly, as she tried to gauge your mood, her concern for your well-being overriding her own terror.
"M-master?" Her voice was a soft, trembling whisper, barely audible above the fire's crackle. Her face was etched with worry, but her eyes held a s