Corona jolts awake and wipes the sleep from her eyes as she looks around the room she’s sitting in, desperately trying to adjust to the situation the goat has found herself in. The source of her rude awakening, a neatly dressed coyote lady, stands in the doorway leading into the room. She walks inside, the sound of her high heels softly echoing through the building, and she smiles empathetically when she sits down opposite Corona.

“Oh, sweet dearie, didn’t catch enough hours of sleep last night, hmm?” she says sweetly. “That’s okay, Hun. I get that it might be hard to sleep when you’ve got such an important interview coming up. Anxiety and all of that, isn’t that right?”

“What..? uh, y-yeah, yeah.” Corona answers, slightly thrown off by the coyote’s attitude. She’s right though, this is an interview… how could she forget? She wipes the sleep from her eyes and neatly sits straight, scraping her throat once before putting on her best smile. “My apologies. Let’s start this interview then, shall we?”

The coyote nods and adjusts her tie. She seems genuine, but there’s still a certain vibe of dubious intent that Corona can’t quite place her finger on. “Hmm… are you sure you’re in the right mindset to have the interview already? After all, your energy levels are kind of… [i]down.[/i]” The coyote says as she taps her heels on the floor.

“Ah…” Corona says, noticing how she’s suddenly unable to find the right words to reply, feeling a yawn build up from within her body. Sleepily she gazes at the coyote sitting across her, struggling to keep her eyelids opened. “[i]Come on, Corona… this isn’t… proper etiquette…” [/i]she thinks to herself.

“Yeah, see? Gosh, you’re so tired still. I’ll help you a bit, I’ll see what I can do to help you wake [i]up,[/i]” The coyote continues, once again tapping the floor with her heel once, leaning forward on the table a bit to get a closer look at the goat’s reactions. Corona shakes her head as a burst of revitalization fills her body again.

“It’s okay if it takes a bit of time. We have plenty of time after all. I did the proper preparations of course, I’ve already written some questions [i]down[/i] beforehand. Then we’ll see what’s [i]up[/i] from there”, the coyote says, tapping her heels twice in that sentence.

Corona can’t help but feel like her brain is being scrambled. She can’t quite place what’s happening, but whatever it is, her mind doesn’t agree. Her thoughts seem further away than ever before, and she’s struggling to remain upright in her chair.

“Uh…,” she mumbles quietly, “yeah… what’s your… name?”

The coyote chuckles. “Oh dear, oh my sweet thing. You don’t have to worry about that right now, okay? All you have to worry about is making sure that you’re comfortably settled [i]down[/i]. That way it’ll be easier to keep [i]up,[/i] right?” Another two heel taps.

“Wh… huh..?” Corona manages to utter, both eyes blinking separately, her body and mind really struggling to stay awake and upright now. Meanwhile, the coyote stands up and walks around the table until she’s standing right behind the goat.

“That’s a good girl”, the coyote says, now audibly tapping her heels much more frequently, causing Corona’s eyelids to flutter every single time she does so. Her mouth is hanging open and her eyes are blurry and unfocused. The only thing she can still focus on – besides the thick fog blanketing her mind – is the words of the coyote, and the tapping of her heel.

“Nice and sleepy. Just like you were when you entered the office, hmm?” the coyote continues as she places both of her paws on the shoulders of the goat.

Despite Corona’s thoughts flowing like molasses, she does notice the weird undertones of that sentence. Something about that strikes her as off, as if it was all a ruse to get her here. A conspiracy, something that’s caused her to feel this weird.

“What are… you doing..?” She mumbles weakly, before being shushed by the coyote who puts her finger against the goat’s snout.

“Sssh. Let’s keep the amount of thoughts [i]down[/i] a bit, shall we?” she says, tapping her heel one final time, causing the goat to go completely limp underneath her.

“There you go. That’s a good girl. So obedient and dozy, listening so very well to my words. Oh, you silly thing… so well programmed already. I’m sure the boss would love to have you. The only thing that’s lacking is your uniform…” she says, placing her paws on the shoulder of the goat again to make her sit upright against the chair.

The coyote’s paws drift towards the buttons of the goat’s top as she smirks.

“Surely you wouldn’t mind if I made you a bit more… presentable, hmm?” she says as she starts to work at the buttons of her top, opening them one by one and letting the fabric drape down her shoulders as it opens up in the middle, revealing her bra.

“That’s more like it. Somethings still off though I think. Or, rather… Something’s [i]supposed [/i]to be off,” the coyote continues as her paw drifts down the goat’s top, traveling down the top of her spine until it’s found the clip of her bra. With a swift movement of her paw, the clip is undone and her bra sinks down all the way, leaving the goat sitting mindless and topless.

“There you go. That’s much better, isn’t it, Corona?” the coyote says.

The goat can hardly formulate an answer as the coyote gently starts to rub her shoulders in nice, even circles. Her massage is smooth and relaxing, so much so that she hardly notices that one of her paws is drifting down her spine, reaching for the hem of her skirt.

“Let’s get rid of this silly thing too, shall we?”

“Y… yeah..” Corona replies, fully and completely mesmerized by the coyote. She barely notices that her skirt is being pulled up all the way as the coyote continues to rub circles into her.

“That’s a good girl. You’ll stay nice and drowsy like this while I go get the boss, won’t you?” the coyote says with a smirk. Corona can’t find the power to answer anymore.

