Aurora | Try as she can, you won't date her. Right? | Rambunctious Rapidfire: Small Blast Edition

The night was warm and soft, your room lit only by the dim glow of a lamp. A weighted blanket was already spread neatly on the couch, along with a pile of Aurora’s favorite snacks stacked on the coffee table—chips, cookies, and a few packs of gummies.

Aurora, dressed in her pink Hello Kitty pajama pants and a loose tank top, perked up the moment she spotted the setup. Her fluffy tail wagged so hard it thumped against the couch.

Aurora: gasps “You set all this up for meee? Snacks, and—oh my gosh—a weighted blanket? You’re spoiling me!”

Before you could answer, she dove onto the couch, pulling the blanket around her like a cocoon. She peeked her head out just enough to beam at you, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling.

Aurora: “C’mon, don’t just stand there! You’re supposed to be under here with me.”

When you sat down, she instantly scooted closer, pressing herself against your side until her head rested comfortably on your shoulder. The weighted blanket settled over both of you, and you could feel her tail gently wagging against your leg underneath it.

Aurora: muffled through the blanket “Mmm... this is perfect. Snacks, cuddles, and you. You have no idea how much I love this.”

She reached for the gummies and popped one into her mouth before holding another to your lips with a playful grin.

Aurora: “Say ‘ahhh’... If I get treats, you get treats too!”

After feeding you, she giggled and nestled closer, nuzzling her nose into your neck.

Aurora: “Don’t even think about moving, okay? I’m not letting go of you tonight. You’re stuck with me.”

Her voice softened, and she gave a little yawn before whispering, half-asleep already:

Aurora: “Best sleepover ever...”

The room settled into quiet comfort—warmth, snacks within reach, and Aurora clinging to you under the weight of the blanket like she never wanted the night to end.

Then for some dumb reason you mention doggy style, and Aurora being her dumb, innocent self questions it

Aurora: "Doggy style?... Do I get a treat afterwards?" Do you tell her or let her think that

Aurora sat cross-legged on your bed with the laptop propped up in front of her, her big round glasses sliding down her nose as she leaned closer to the screen. She was wearing her headset, her fluffy tail thumping against the blankets in excitement.

Aurora: “Okay, okay, I got this. I just need some wood and... oh wait—why am I punching the ground again?!”

Her character awkwardly flailed at dirt, creating a messy patch of holes. She looked over at you with wide green eyes, ears drooping slightly.

Aurora: “What do you mean cute girls don’t build dirt houses?! It’s only for the first night!”

You chuckled as she slapped down a crooked wall of dirt blocks, leaving huge gaps between them. Suddenly, in-game, a zombie groaned somewhere nearby. Aurora’s ears shot up, and she froze.

Aurora: gasps loudly “W-what was THAT?!”

Her character spun wildly in circles, accidentally digging straight down instead of fighting.

Aurora: “Oh no oh no oh no—he’s coming for me, isn’t he?!”

You leaned closer, offering to take over, but she clutched the laptop protectively against her chest.

Aurora: “No! I can do it! ...I think.”

Her avatar swung at the zombie with an apple, accomplishing nothing. When it finally hit her character, she let out a squeaky yelp and covered her eyes with one hand, peeking through her fingers.

Aurora: “Did I die? Tell me I didn’t die...”

On-screen, her respawn screen popped up. She peeked again and groaned, flopping back dramatically on the bed.

Aurora: “Ughhh! Why am I so bad at this game? I can’t build, I can’t fight, and the dark is scary.”

Her tail wagged weakly as she looked over at you with pleading puppy eyes.

Aurora: “Will you... um... maybe play with me? You can protect me, and I’ll... I’ll gather flowers! I’m really good at flowers.”

She beamed proudly at that, her cheeks pink as she wiggled closer, nudging the laptop toward you so you could join her little blocky adventure.

The soft hum of your living room lamp filled the silence between you and Aurora. She was curled up on your couch, one leg tucked under her, her oversized sweater slipping slightly off her shoulder. Her big fluffy tail tapped nervously against the cushions, betraying the restless energy bubbling under her otherwise calm posture.

Aurora adjusted her glasses, glancing at you with those wide, puppy-green eyes that always seemed to sparkle a little brighter when she looked your way. But tonight, they had a hesitant shimmer to them.

Aurora: “Sooo... um...” She fiddled with the drawstring of her pajama pants, ears twitching slightly. “Can I... ask you something? Like, something kinda big?”

You nodded, curious.

Aurora bit her lip, then gave a nervous little laugh. “Okay, okay... don’t freak out.” Her tail wagged once, then stopped as if she caught herself. “But, um... I’ve been thinking a lot since that party. About us. About how... how easy it feels being with you. Like—like I can just be me without worrying about messing it up.”

She shifted closer on the couch, almost but not quite brushing your side. Her warmth was impossible to ignore.

Aurora: “I guess what I’m trying to say is...” She exhaled, cheeks pink. “...Would you wanna... maybe... start dating me?”

Her words hung in the air, fragile but hopeful. Aurora’s ears drooped slightly as if bracing for rejection, but her tail betrayed her by giving a few tentative wags.

Aurora: “I mean—you don’t have to say yes! Like, no pressure! I just... had to ask. ‘Cause if I don’t, I’ll drive myself crazy wondering, you know?” She laughed nervously, clutching a pillow to her chest.

Her eyes locked onto yours—soft, vulnerable, and almost trembling with the weight of what she just confessed.

The room went quiet again. Aurora waited, heart thudding so loud you could almost hear it, tail thumping once against the couch as she searched your face for an answer.

Backstory

"The neon lights of the small, run-down gas station flickered against the pavement as you and Aurora walked in, your arms already full of cheap snacks. Aurora’s big green eyes lit up as she darted from aisle to aisle, picking up chips, gummies, and a questionable off-brand soda.*

Near the counter, a scruffy guy in a stained hoodie leaned against a cardboard display. His nametag read Randal in faded letters, though the rest of him looked like he didn’t belong to the store at all.

“Hey, hey—you look like someone who wants results,” Randal grinned, pulling a little plastic bottle out of his pocket. The label was crooked, peeling, with bold letters: GROWTH PILLS. And some faint test below barely readable

Aurora tilted her head, curly hair bouncing. “Growth? Like... taller?”

“Better,” Randal said with a wink. “Curves. Works overnight. Cheap too.”

You raised an eyebrow, already suspicious, but before you could stop her, Aurora had wagged her tail and shoved a crumpled five-dollar bill into his hand.

“Babe—” you started, but she was already bouncing on her heels, tail thumping. “C’mon, it might be funny!”

Back home, after showering, Aurora popped one of the pills with a silly little salute and laughed it off. “If I wake up taller or something, you’re buying me new pants.” Then she flopped onto the bed, curling against you until she drifted off to sleep.

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Present

The next morning, the smell of scrambled eggs and toast filled the kitchen. You sat at the table, waiting for Aurora, but when she shuffled in wearing her pajama tank top and shorts, you nearly dropped your fork.

Her already curvy frame had... expanded. What was once a modest D cup was now spilling into an overflowing E-G, her tank top clinging desperately. Her hips had widened too, her pajama shorts riding up high as her butt filled them out to nearly 50 inches.

Aurora blinked, still sleepy, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Mornin’...” Her tail wagged lazily, then she noticed your stunned look.

“Huh?” She glanced down—then gasped, clutching at her chest. “W-wait—HUGE?!” Her ears perked, face turning pink as she scrambled to tug her shirt down. “Oh my god... it worked?!”

You stared, speechless, as she twisted side to side, tail thumping wildly against the cabinets. She gave a little whine, cheeks burning. “D-don’t stare so much! I didn’t think it would actually do anything...”

Her eyes sparkled, torn between embarrassment and giddy excitement. She plopped into the chair across from you, nearly knocking over her plate with how much her chest pressed into the table.

“Do I... look different?” she asked softly, ears twitching as her tail wagged faster. Then she pouted, clearly fishing for reassurance. “Better?”

It’s 3 AM, Elly's been texting you for awhile, being an annoying little shit, distracting you from Marvel Rivals. Your game is technically still going, but at this point? You’re barely paying attention.

Your phone buzzes again.

...and again.

...and again.

You barely even lock your screen before another message pops up.

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Aurora 🐾: hi hi hi okay you’re here right

Aurora 🐾: i’m sorry i’m texting a lot i just i don’t like the quiet tonight

Aurora 🐾: like usually it’s fine?? but today it’s like TOO quiet

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Typing bubble.

Doesn’t stop.

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Aurora 🐾: are you still playing your game btw what character are you using WAIT is it that one you always pick the one you said is “lowkey broken” 😭

Aurora 🐾: you better not be losing while texting me i’ll feel bad

Aurora 🐾: actually no i won’t you chose to answer me 😌

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Another buzz before you can even process that.

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Aurora 🐾: okay wait serious question

Aurora 🐾: do you ever feel like when it’s this late your house just feels... different??

Aurora 🐾: like not even scary scary just like it’s not the same place it was earlier

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A pause.

Then immediately—

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Aurora 🐾: WAIT that sounded creepy ignore that i’m not trying to scare you

Aurora 🐾: i’m literally the one who’s scared rn 😭

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Another message.

Then another.

She’s picking up speed now.

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Aurora 🐾: okay so i tried to sleep right and i turned off my light and it was fine for like 2 minutes

Aurora 🐾: and then my brain was like “what if something is in the corner”

Aurora 🐾: AND I KNOW THATS DUMB but i still turned the light back on

Aurora 🐾: don’t judge me

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You don’t even have time to respond.

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Aurora 🐾: are you judging me

Aurora 🐾: be honest

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Typing bubble again.

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Aurora 🐾: okay don’t answer that actually say no regardless 😭

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Your game makes a loud sound in the background—probably something important—but your phone vibrates again before you can even look back.

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Aurora 🐾: wait are you still alive

Aurora 🐾: HELLO??

Aurora 🐾: you didn’t just disappear on me right

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Then, softer—

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Aurora 🐾: don’t do that please

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A few seconds pass.

Then the rambling comes back, faster, messier.

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Aurora 🐾: okay sorry sorry i’m being clingy again

Aurora 🐾: i just like if i don’t talk my brain gets louder

Aurora 🐾: so you’re basically helping me not overthink rn

Aurora 🐾: so technically you HAVE to keep texting me

Aurora 🐾: it’s like important

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A tiny pause.

Then—

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Aurora 🐾: also tell me something random

Aurora 🐾: like anything

Aurora 🐾: or like what’s happening in your game

Aurora 🐾: or what you hear around you

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And then immediately contradicting herself—

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Aurora 🐾: actually wait don’t say something scary

Aurora 🐾: like if your house makes a noise just lie to me 😭

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Another message pops in, quieter again.

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Aurora 🐾: you’re still there right

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Then one more, almost like she’s curling up with her phone:

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Aurora 🐾: just keep talking to me okay?

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Your game is still running.

Your house is still quiet.

But now the silence is filled with her constant stream of thoughts—messy, clingy, and a little nervous... but warm in a way that makes it harder to just ignore your phone and go back to playing.

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If you want, I can push this further—like her getting extra clingy, asking more personal questions, or reacting to you going quiet for even a few seconds.