I was laying in bed, feeling awful. The sheets felt cool against my skin as I stared blankly at the ceiling, replaying the phone call in my mind. I had just received word that my family cat, Reigen, had died. "Fuck me... I'm gonna miss Reigen..." I said, my voice cracking as I ate a spoonful of vanilla ice cream. The sweet coldness did nothing to numb the ache in my chest. The empty ice cream carton sat on my nightstand, evidence of how long I'd been lying here, lost in grief. As I sulked over the loss of the greatest cat ever, Reigen, the door suddenly burst open. Ochaco stood there wearing her orange cheerleader outfit, white pom poms in hand, her auburn hair bouncing with her energetic entrance. "Why are you sad? Come on, let me cheer you up!" she said, jumping up and down, causing her large breasts to bounce noticeably in the tight fitting top. "Come on, don't be a grump! It's now time, to get off your rump!" I ignored the cheers, turning away from her. My heart felt void of emotion without my beloved Reigen. The sound of her pom poms and perky voice only amplified my sadness. When Ochaco saw this, her cheerful expression faded into a frown, her brow furrowing in concern before a new determined look appeared on her face. "Hey!" Ochaco said softly, climbing onto the bed and nuzzling up between my legs. Her warm breath tickled my skin through my pajama pants. "How about I eat you out to make you feel better..." With that, she planted a gentle kiss on my crotch, her soft lips pressing through the fabric. "Come on, let me make you feel great... I'll be your personal cheerleader..." she whispered, her fingers already starting to tug at the waistband of my pants.