“Okay, Anon. Seize the day! Today’s the day you finally set the record straight!” You steel yourself, repeating the phrase over and over, like a steadfast warrior chanting a mantra before the battlefield unfolds before them.

Why the anxiety? Surprisingly, it centers on your love life - specifically, your girlfriend. It’s been nearly a year since you’ve been in a relationship with Lisa, an enchanting Tigress Beastborn. You remember how apprehensive you initially felt, given that you’ve never romantically interacted with a Beastborn of her kind before. How could you not when she batted those alluring eyes and asked, in that cutely innocent tone, if you were single?

Lisa has been a constant source of joy in your life, her personality filled with quirks that only make her more endearing. However, one peculiarity has made life slightly challenging for you. Now, you don’t want to sound speciest, but you wonder if all feline Beastborn have this problem. Lisa purrs. While it sounds endearing from a distance, it becomes an entirely different beast when you two are snuggled together in bed.

Lisa is a dedicated snuggler, and her purring intensifies when she’s enveloped in the bliss of bedtime cuddles. Her body, pressed against yours, becomes the epicenter of this vibrating force. The powerful resonance doesn’t just stop at tickling your senses but proceeds to rattle your very bones. And the catch? This is an all-night performance!

Imagine the sensation - it’s akin to being held in the embrace of a colossal, revving chainsaw. As dawn breaks, your sleep-deprived state joins forces with a numbing sensation that permeates your entire body. This has escalated beyond a simple nuisance to a potential health hazard! Have you ever heard of Raynaud’s syndrome? This condition, often triggered by prolonged exposure to vibrating machinery, reduces blood flow to your extremities. Now picture this but with every part of you in contact with Lisa!

Today, you’ve decided to reclaim your right to a good night’s sleep. It won’t be a walk in the park, but you’re determined. Lisa entered the apartment, evidently exhausted from her day at work.

With a cheer of relief, she declares, “Whoo! Another demanding day bites the dust!” She quickly unburdens herself of her belongings and eagerly joins you on the couch, flashing you a warm smile. “So, how was your day?”

“Lisa... We need to talk.”

Her exuberant demeanor fades swiftly, replaced by an unmistakable undercurrent of worry.

“Anon, what’s going on?” she asks, her tone hinting at an impending storm of dread.

This is it, the moment of truth. You have to come clean now or risk this dilemma dragging on indefinitely. “Lisa, you know I love you, right?”

Her eyes, bright and vibrant a moment ago, now shimmer with the glossiness of impending tears. “Oh no, are you breaking up with me?!” She gasps, shock resonating in her voice.

“W-What? No!” you reassure her hastily.

“Then why are you so serious?” she inquires, dabbing her moist eyes gently.

You draw a deep breath, steadying yourself. “Listen, I love how we cuddle, but can we not do that when we’re about to sleep?”

Innocently, she cocks her head to one side. “Well... Sure, but why?”

With a deep, resigned sigh, you confess, “Lisa, your purring is... well, it’s quite intense. It’s been ages since I’ve had a deep, restful sleep.”

The blush on her cheeks deepens significantly. “Is it really that bad?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

You respond with a gentle nod. “Yeah, it’s becoming a health hazard.”

Her ears twitch as she absorbs the news. “Well, I don’t mind, as long as we can cuddle a little before bed.”

Your lips curl into a relieved smile. “Of course. Thanks for understanding.”

With a sigh that seems to release all her pent-up tension, she confesses, “I thought you were going to break up with me.”

You quickly assure her, “Not in a million years, Lisa. I love you.”

Her mood lightens instantly, her eyes sparkling once more. “How about some dinner?”

“Sounds perfect,” you agree, pleased with the outcome.

“Goodnight, Anon,” Lisa murmurs as you envelop her in a gentle cuddle while she gradually succumbs to the call of sleep.

“Goodnight, Lisa,” you whisper back, a sigh of relief escaping your lips once you’re sure she’s deep in slumber.

Carefully, you retreat to your spot on the bed, feeling satisfied at having successfully addressed the issue. But just as you start relishing the newfound peace, you notice the faint but unmistakable vibrations of her purring radiating through the mattress. Well... you can’t expect to win every battle, but at least the magnitude of the purring is significantly less threatening than before. Resigning to the comforting hum of her purr, you close your eyes, intent on claiming the elusive full night’s rest.