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A remote outpost of a remote outpost on a planet out at the fringes of occupied space, life is often hard and merciless…\n… which is precisely what Feligris is currently finding out inside the closed loading dock as she frowns and flexes on all fours atop an off-road pickup truck, her ankles and wrists tightly cuffed to spreader bars which would make anything else but crawling or hobbling impossible, if her lower belly wasn’t already massively distended by live fish and water fed into her womb through a clear tube jammed into her vagina.\n\n‘[i]See, I said we’d find a use for you after you were dragged out of the supply truck, we aren’t gonna feed useless stowaways here! Our fish transport tanks go to shit too quickly in this weather so I hope you last longer...’[/i] the lone anthro jaguar working the loading dock chuckles as she moves boxes of random supplies into storage on the other side of a side door.\n\n[i]Uuuugh – this wasn’t what I was looking to agree for though! [/i]Feligris thinks as she listens, rapidly flicking the tip of her tied-up tail to and forth in frustration while her uterus strains painfully from the load which seethes under her taut fuzzy hide. Moments later she utters a few muffled growls when she spies the returning jaguar from the corner of her eye, drooling a tad around the large-fishing-lure-turned-into-a-gag which has been used to complete her muzzling. [i]Come on! My womb’s already way too full![/i]\n‘[i]Who’re you growling at, cat? That tummy feeling mighty tight? Only a couple of fish left -’ [/i]the cheekily grinning jaguar tells her as she strolls closer, pausing behind the huffy bloated feline to reach up and jab at the plug in her tailhole above the tube so that Feligris bucks her hips with a gasp. [i]‘ - so soon that pretty cunt of yours will be plugged up as tightly as this hole to prevent any accidents.’[/i]\nThe mention of more plugs prompts the captive feline to grimace while her hindquarters settle down, the tailhole plug pushing outward a tad against the harness which holds it in place. [i]I wish you hadn’t mentioned that – aaaah – my colon’s so tight[/i][i]ly packed[/i][i] too and they won’t let me shit… [/i]Feligris contemplates, her toes involuntarily curling from the sensation of urgency in her lower guts.\n\nPatting Feligris’ rounded flank, the jaguar moves behind her again as the last fish slides down the tube. [i]‘You’ll get used to it! After the first dozen trips you’ll barely notice us filling your womb like this.’ [/i]\n\n[i]Few dozen?! The hell – I’ll be lucky if I don’t blow up ri- gyaah! [/i]are Feligris’ frantic thoughts before they’re interrupted by the unseen jaguar roughly yanking the tube out of her sore vagina only to almost immediately ram a plug in its place to stop the out-gushing water. A short while later the captive feline is left panting heavily with her ears hot and flushed thanks to the jaguar’s eagerness in inflating and adjusting the plug before she locks it in place – every part of Feligris’ innards now feeling swollen and heavy. The water within her sloshes quietly from how she writhes in place in embarrassment, her trembling body soon secured to the bed of the truck as the jaguar securely lashes the spreader bars down to it.\n\n‘[i]See, enjoying yourself already! Oi, you’re so firm, try to hold yourself together on the way to the supply depot and we’ll do this again!’ [/i]the jaguar laughs when she walks past and runs her fingers over the side of Feligris’ greatly bulging midsection, rapping her claws against it before playfully grabbing one of the other feline’s swaying breasts to elicit a muffled whimper. [i]‘After all this fish sack inside you is what’s valuable about you, so remember to play along so that you’ll get to keep it intact in the future.’ [/i]she adds menacingly and tugs Feligris’ breast while prodding the bloated belly between her legs markedly, quickly moving away towards the truck’s cabin to let the other feline throw a few fearful glances at her back. The harried squeak from behind her when she starts the truck and jerks it into motion makes her grin as she heads out towards the narrow opening in the trees where the bumpy road starts.\n\nThe long and arduous ride begins uneventfully enough, not that it’s at all comfortable for Feligris whose arm and leg muscles already ache from the effort of trying not to put her full weight on her strained womb – whereas at the same time each bigger bump on the road sends a searing jolt through her midsection, the still living spiny fish grind against and prick her delicate uterine lining, and the ever-present dull throbbing of the great stretch and weight within her torments her the whole time.\n[i]Grrr… so I’m a fish sack now, would love to stuff her with fish until she wasn’t so smug anymore – oww! Would you mind? s[/i]he grumbles silently, biting on the gag when her wildly bouncing breasts keeps slapping against each other and the front curve of her belly. However she quickly tears her eyes off her bosom to check the alien and impenetrable looking jungle which surrounds the road, focusing her thoughts on it to forget the pain in her womb.[i] Have to hope she doesn’t run into any trouble out here, our bodies might never be found if she does…[/i]\nTrouble, however, doesn’t take long to find the two as after barely two hours of slow uncomfortable driving along the muddy road, the pickup truck comes to such a jerky halt that Feligris yowls involuntarily as all the water weight in her womb slams forward and the backward, leaving her with a sickening wallowing uterine sensation for a few moments while the aggravated fish seem like they’re going to puncture it at any moment. Grimacing, she perks her ears and yanks on her bindings in order to peek past the cabin or at least hear what’s going on.\n\n\n‘[i]Well, what do we have here? Out of the car and keep your hands where I can see them – special assessment!’[/i] an unknown voice barks loudly, backed up by worrying amounts of indistinct murmuring and heavy careless pawsteps.\n\n‘[i]You wouldn’t dare!’[/i] the jaguar retorts just before she kicks the door open to slink out partially into Feligris’ view, her nervously flicking tail betraying their predicament.\n\n‘[i]Don’t get uppity with me, lass! Let me see if you have anything worthwhile back there.’ [/i]the barking voice replies while closing it, and suddenly a group of mixed breed canines surround the pickup – three of the accosting the growling jaguar whereas the rest casually check out Feligris.\n\n‘[i]I suppose it’s just fish in here?’ [/i]a tall scarred shepherd, the groups apparent leader, ask before jabbing Feligris’ taut side with his finger hard enough to elicit a muffled hissing wail from her as she fruitlessly squirms in her bonds.\n\n‘[i]What else would it be? We made her into a fish sack just the other day – you can have her and what’s in her if that’s what you’re after.’[/i]\n\n‘[i]Generous offer, lass, but -’ - [/i]the shepherd pauses to make a motion which prompts the other canines to abruptly grab and start subduing the jaguar despite her vicious claws and snapping jaws - [i]‘ - I’d rather have both of you and the pickup truck if all you can offer is fish, you’re behind your tribute after all, tsk tsk.’ - [/i]he[i] [/i]continues after the brief spectacle of the furiously struggling jaguar being bound and gagged after managing to only deal a few superficial wounds. She’s subsequently roughly tossed onto the truck’s bed right against Feligris’ swollen flank and continues to protest as the pickup jerks on the move soon after.\n\nThe trek through the jungle now goes even slower as Feligris’ fish-packed bulk prevents most of the canines from riding the bed so they form a slow convoy instead – the pickup turning into smaller and smaller roads as they keep going until it’s mildly impressive it’s still able to push its way along the narrow muddy path. Finally after what seems like ages the drives rams it through some thick underbrush to arrive at a surprisingly large clearing flanked with large tents and makeshift huts. Clearly exhausted after their long walk, the canine group immediately mostly disperses to relax with only the tall shepherd and two smaller bulldogs remaining to wrestle the now much more pliant jaguar down from the truck bed.\n\n‘[i]Now, how to best deal with you two now that we made it here...’[/i] he muses and rubs his chin contemplatively, moving his gaze between the languidly writhing jaguar and the enormously bloated trembling feline tied to the truck bed.\n\n‘[i].. we could cut into miss fish sack to have a feast tonight?’[/i] one of the bulldogs remarks quizzically whereas Feligris gasps and begins to thrash in her bonds, causing her belly to slosh audibly.\n\n‘[i]My thought exactly! A feast is what we need after today – at least we have a new truck for our troubles. But what about the feisty guard cat here?’[/i]\n\n‘[i]Grr… we have plenty of trash and scraps laying around, could make her clean it up and dump her off somewhere afterward.’[/i] the other bulldog snorts derisively before the two swiftly grab the jaguar by the shoulders to start dragging her off, prompting her to start kicking and flailing wildly as her green eyes widen.\n\n‘[i]Fuck you! Anything but that! You can’t make me!’[/i]\n\nThe distraught cries and cursing of the jaguar continue to echo through the camp as she’s quickly stripped down to her panties, fitted with a chain leash and rebound so that she’s able to crawl about on all fours – although that’s about as much as Feligris is able to see before her belligerent companion is pulled away out of sight, and the peril looming over her own defenceless womb grows more acute in her mind. [i]Aaaah, I can’t believe it, they’re going to open my womb![/i]\n\nIn the meantime the shepherd shrugs as he sees the tied-up feline throwing harried glances over her shoulders. [i]‘Don’t be so shocked, fish sack, we want what’s stored in that painfully full looking uterus of yours and cutting an opening is the easiest way, so… ‘ [/i]he muses, idly watching the other canines ‘walk’ the jaguar around the camp so that she can be forced to eat random trash off the ground through all manners of compulsion. However since no-one seems interested in preparing the large cooking pot inside one of the sheds, he soon saunters off after firmly patting the rear curve of Feligris’ midsection. [i]‘Looks like you’re going to have to wait for a bit though.’[/i]\n\nThere’s no way for Feligris to enjoy the postponement of her fate though as she’s still very tightly locked to the truck’s bed and no amount of wrangling helps with it – instead movement only makes her womb sting fiercely all over as the fish keep bouncing off its thinly stretched walls, and additionally stirs a sick dull throbbing within it due to the water wallowing about. Furthermore her sensitive ears, despite being flat against her skull, keep hearing the bitter whining of the jaguar in the hands of the bandits as she’s paraded around the camp, all of it adding to her nervousness as she continues to focus on her futile attempts to pull her hands or footpaws free.\n\nEventually, unbeknownst to Feligris, the rudimentary kitchen is ready so she gets a sudden rude awakening when something sharp taps her flank so that she jerks and hisses in surprise, a quick turn of her head revealing the shepherd along with a number of canines and the hapless jaguar – the latter now laying on the grass with a nauseated expression while rubbing her quite bloated and oddly bulgy belly.\n\n‘[i]We’ve had our fun as your friend’s done for the moment, so get ready as we’re going to open that fish sack now.’ [/i]the shepherd says ominously and motions towards the closest canines as he continues to prod at Feligris’ bucking hindquarters with his wickedly sharp machete, barking orders. [i]‘Grab her legs and spread them out, and don’t let her squirm too much or this’ll be awfully messy...’[/i]\n\nRegardless of the shepherd’s words Feligris only flexes her body even harder when her legs are pulled apart at the knees by strong arms, her tail twisting and toes curling as she hisses frantically against the gag. [i]Oh, no, no no no no! [/i]her mind races when she feels the tip of the blade settle on her taut hide right below her vagina, the sharp tension increasing perilously when he puts weight behind the blade. For a number of seconds nothing seems to happen beyond Feligris biting the gag harder and harder as she feels her enormous uterus resist the terrifying sharp intrusion, only for her to abruptly burst into a shrill garbled screech from the excruciating flash of agony of the blade puncturing the organ.\n\nThe canines in turn simply ignore her wild screeching and squirming to immediately rush closer with buckets and pails while the shepherd starts to slowly cut downwards, brackish blood-tinged water spraying and leaking from all around the blade while the incision becomes longer and wider. Very soon the first flopping fish spill out of the feline’s gradually deflating womb and end up being eagerly gathered into the many containers to be taken away to the kitchen area. Feligris herself continues to scream through the gag even after the cutting itself finally stops, as the incision burns unimaginably fiercely and clawed hands reach deep into her sensitive ruptured womb to scoop out its contents, pushing her closer and closer to blacking out from shock.\n\nUltimately it doesn’t take long for her forequarters to collapse once her womb has flattened enough not to support her anymore, her screaming turning into hoarse gasps and wheezes while the canines still hold her hindquarters up for as long as there’s fish inside her, letting her fall limply into a pool of bloody water once they’re done. At the same time the jaguar has curled around her own bloated stomach, not so much to escape the grisly spectacle as to deal with her own intensifying intestinal problems.\n\n‘[i]I think she’s going to pop something inside her too, boss – what do we do with them?’ [/i]one of the canines comments as he casually nudges the groaning jaguar with his boot.\n\n‘[i]I honestly don’t care – sew her back together, dump both of them, keep them in the pens – as long as they don’t get away. But hey, we’ll have good fish to eat for the next week and that’s all I care about!’[/i]\n\nOnce the shepherd walks off to check out the on the kitchen, the remaining canines rapidly untie now quite unconscious but still breathing Feligris, carrying her away along with the jaguar who keeps gritting her teeth and muttering – their future uncertain but unlikely to be very comfortable…\n\n\nThe End.\n \n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]","description_bbcode_parsed":"Fishing camp NE-12 – a ramshackle collection of weathered prefabricated trailers accompanying a large storage and loading dock at the end of a narrow dirt road, with tropical wilderness all around the clearing for the buildings and a boat dock by the large lake the camp makes use of. A remote outpost of a remote outpost on a planet out at the fringes of occupied space, life is often hard and merciless…
… which is precisely what Feligris is currently finding out inside the closed loading dock as she frowns and flexes on all fours atop an off-road pickup truck, her ankles and wrists tightly cuffed to spreader bars which would make anything else but crawling or hobbling impossible, if her lower belly wasn’t already massively distended by live fish and water fed into her womb through a clear tube jammed into her vagina.
‘See, I said we’d find a use for you after you were dragged out of the supply truck, we aren’t gonna feed useless stowaways here! Our fish transport tanks go to shit too quickly in this weather so I hope you last longer...’ the lone anthro jaguar working the loading dock chuckles as she moves boxes of random supplies into storage on the other side of a side door.
Uuuugh – this wasn’t what I was looking to agree for though! Feligris thinks as she listens, rapidly flicking the tip of her tied-up tail to and forth in frustration while her uterus strains painfully from the load which seethes under her taut fuzzy hide. Moments later she utters a few muffled growls when she spies the returning jaguar from the corner of her eye, drooling a tad around the large-fishing-lure-turned-into-a-gag which has been used to complete her muzzling. Come on! My womb’s already way too full!
‘Who’re you growling at, cat? That tummy feeling mighty tight? Only a couple of fish left -’ the cheekily grinning jaguar tells her as she strolls closer, pausing behind the huffy bloated feline to reach up and jab at the plug in her tailhole above the tube so that Feligris bucks her hips with a gasp. ‘ - so soon that pretty cunt of yours will be plugged up as tightly as this hole to prevent any accidents.’
The mention of more plugs prompts the captive feline to grimace while her hindquarters settle down, the tailhole plug pushing outward a tad against the harness which holds it in place. I wish you hadn’t mentioned that – aaaah – my colon’s so tightly packed too and they won’t let me shit… Feligris contemplates, her toes involuntarily curling from the sensation of urgency in her lower guts.
Patting Feligris’ rounded flank, the jaguar moves behind her again as the last fish slides down the tube. ‘You’ll get used to it! After the first dozen trips you’ll barely notice us filling your womb like this.’
Few dozen?! The hell – I’ll be lucky if I don’t blow up ri- gyaah! are Feligris’ frantic thoughts before they’re interrupted by the unseen jaguar roughly yanking the tube out of her sore vagina only to almost immediately ram a plug in its place to stop the out-gushing water. A short while later the captive feline is left panting heavily with her ears hot and flushed thanks to the jaguar’s eagerness in inflating and adjusting the plug before she locks it in place – every part of Feligris’ innards now feeling swollen and heavy. The water within her sloshes quietly from how she writhes in place in embarrassment, her trembling body soon secured to the bed of the truck as the jaguar securely lashes the spreader bars down to it.
‘See, enjoying yourself already! Oi, you’re so firm, try to hold yourself together on the way to the supply depot and we’ll do this again!’ the jaguar laughs when she walks past and runs her fingers over the side of Feligris’ greatly bulging midsection, rapping her claws against it before playfully grabbing one of the other feline’s swaying breasts to elicit a muffled whimper. ‘After all this fish sack inside you is what’s valuable about you, so remember to play along so that you’ll get to keep it intact in the future.’ she adds menacingly and tugs Feligris’ breast while prodding the bloated belly between her legs markedly, quickly moving away towards the truck’s cabin to let the other feline throw a few fearful glances at her back. The harried squeak from behind her when she starts the truck and jerks it into motion makes her grin as she heads out towards the narrow opening in the trees where the bumpy road starts.
The long and arduous ride begins uneventfully enough, not that it’s at all comfortable for Feligris whose arm and leg muscles already ache from the effort of trying not to put her full weight on her strained womb – whereas at the same time each bigger bump on the road sends a searing jolt through her midsection, the still living spiny fish grind against and prick her delicate uterine lining, and the ever-present dull throbbing of the great stretch and weight within her torments her the whole time.
Grrr… so I’m a fish sack now, would love to stuff her with fish until she wasn’t so smug anymore – oww! Would you mind? she grumbles silently, biting on the gag when her wildly bouncing breasts keeps slapping against each other and the front curve of her belly. However she quickly tears her eyes off her bosom to check the alien and impenetrable looking jungle which surrounds the road, focusing her thoughts on it to forget the pain in her womb. Have to hope she doesn’t run into any trouble out here, our bodies might never be found if she does…
Trouble, however, doesn’t take long to find the two as after barely two hours of slow uncomfortable driving along the muddy road, the pickup truck comes to such a jerky halt that Feligris yowls involuntarily as all the water weight in her womb slams forward and the backward, leaving her with a sickening wallowing uterine sensation for a few moments while the aggravated fish seem like they’re going to puncture it at any moment. Grimacing, she perks her ears and yanks on her bindings in order to peek past the cabin or at least hear what’s going on.
‘Well, what do we have here? Out of the car and keep your hands where I can see them – special assessment!’ an unknown voice barks loudly, backed up by worrying amounts of indistinct murmuring and heavy careless pawsteps.
‘You wouldn’t dare!’ the jaguar retorts just before she kicks the door open to slink out partially into Feligris’ view, her nervously flicking tail betraying their predicament.
‘Don’t get uppity with me, lass! Let me see if you have anything worthwhile back there.’ the barking voice replies while closing it, and suddenly a group of mixed breed canines surround the pickup – three of the accosting the growling jaguar whereas the rest casually check out Feligris.
‘I suppose it’s just fish in here?’ a tall scarred shepherd, the groups apparent leader, ask before jabbing Feligris’ taut side with his finger hard enough to elicit a muffled hissing wail from her as she fruitlessly squirms in her bonds.
‘What else would it be? We made her into a fish sack just the other day – you can have her and what’s in her if that’s what you’re after.’
‘Generous offer, lass, but -’ - the shepherd pauses to make a motion which prompts the other canines to abruptly grab and start subduing the jaguar despite her vicious claws and snapping jaws - ‘ - I’d rather have both of you and the pickup truck if all you can offer is fish, you’re behind your tribute after all, tsk tsk.’ - he continues after the brief spectacle of the furiously struggling jaguar being bound and gagged after managing to only deal a few superficial wounds. She’s subsequently roughly tossed onto the truck’s bed right against Feligris’ swollen flank and continues to protest as the pickup jerks on the move soon after.
The trek through the jungle now goes even slower as Feligris’ fish-packed bulk prevents most of the canines from riding the bed so they form a slow convoy instead – the pickup turning into smaller and smaller roads as they keep going until it’s mildly impressive it’s still able to push its way along the narrow muddy path. Finally after what seems like ages the drives rams it through some thick underbrush to arrive at a surprisingly large clearing flanked with large tents and makeshift huts. Clearly exhausted after their long walk, the canine group immediately mostly disperses to relax with only the tall shepherd and two smaller bulldogs remaining to wrestle the now much more pliant jaguar down from the truck bed.
‘Now, how to best deal with you two now that we made it here...’ he muses and rubs his chin contemplatively, moving his gaze between the languidly writhing jaguar and the enormously bloated trembling feline tied to the truck bed.
‘.. we could cut into miss fish sack to have a feast tonight?’ one of the bulldogs remarks quizzically whereas Feligris gasps and begins to thrash in her bonds, causing her belly to slosh audibly.
‘My thought exactly! A feast is what we need after today – at least we have a new truck for our troubles. But what about the feisty guard cat here?’
‘Grr… we have plenty of trash and scraps laying around, could make her clean it up and dump her off somewhere afterward.’ the other bulldog snorts derisively before the two swiftly grab the jaguar by the shoulders to start dragging her off, prompting her to start kicking and flailing wildly as her green eyes widen.
‘Fuck you! Anything but that! You can’t make me!’
The distraught cries and cursing of the jaguar continue to echo through the camp as she’s quickly stripped down to her panties, fitted with a chain leash and rebound so that she’s able to crawl about on all fours – although that’s about as much as Feligris is able to see before her belligerent companion is pulled away out of sight, and the peril looming over her own defenceless womb grows more acute in her mind. Aaaah, I can’t believe it, they’re going to open my womb!
In the meantime the shepherd shrugs as he sees the tied-up feline throwing harried glances over her shoulders. ‘Don’t be so shocked, fish sack, we want what’s stored in that painfully full looking uterus of yours and cutting an opening is the easiest way, so… ‘ he muses, idly watching the other canines ‘walk’ the jaguar around the camp so that she can be forced to eat random trash off the ground through all manners of compulsion. However since no-one seems interested in preparing the large cooking pot inside one of the sheds, he soon saunters off after firmly patting the rear curve of Feligris’ midsection. ‘Looks like you’re going to have to wait for a bit though.’
There’s no way for Feligris to enjoy the postponement of her fate though as she’s still very tightly locked to the truck’s bed and no amount of wrangling helps with it – instead movement only makes her womb sting fiercely all over as the fish keep bouncing off its thinly stretched walls, and additionally stirs a sick dull throbbing within it due to the water wallowing about. Furthermore her sensitive ears, despite being flat against her skull, keep hearing the bitter whining of the jaguar in the hands of the bandits as she’s paraded around the camp, all of it adding to her nervousness as she continues to focus on her futile attempts to pull her hands or footpaws free.
Eventually, unbeknownst to Feligris, the rudimentary kitchen is ready so she gets a sudden rude awakening when something sharp taps her flank so that she jerks and hisses in surprise, a quick turn of her head revealing the shepherd along with a number of canines and the hapless jaguar – the latter now laying on the grass with a nauseated expression while rubbing her quite bloated and oddly bulgy belly.
‘We’ve had our fun as your friend’s done for the moment, so get ready as we’re going to open that fish sack now.’ the shepherd says ominously and motions towards the closest canines as he continues to prod at Feligris’ bucking hindquarters with his wickedly sharp machete, barking orders. ‘Grab her legs and spread them out, and don’t let her squirm too much or this’ll be awfully messy...’
Regardless of the shepherd’s words Feligris only flexes her body even harder when her legs are pulled apart at the knees by strong arms, her tail twisting and toes curling as she hisses frantically against the gag. Oh, no, no no no no! her mind races when she feels the tip of the blade settle on her taut hide right below her vagina, the sharp tension increasing perilously when he puts weight behind the blade. For a number of seconds nothing seems to happen beyond Feligris biting the gag harder and harder as she feels her enormous uterus resist the terrifying sharp intrusion, only for her to abruptly burst into a shrill garbled screech from the excruciating flash of agony of the blade puncturing the organ.
The canines in turn simply ignore her wild screeching and squirming to immediately rush closer with buckets and pails while the shepherd starts to slowly cut downwards, brackish blood-tinged water spraying and leaking from all around the blade while the incision becomes longer and wider. Very soon the first flopping fish spill out of the feline’s gradually deflating womb and end up being eagerly gathered into the many containers to be taken away to the kitchen area. Feligris herself continues to scream through the gag even after the cutting itself finally stops, as the incision burns unimaginably fiercely and clawed hands reach deep into her sensitive ruptured womb to scoop out its contents, pushing her closer and closer to blacking out from shock.
Ultimately it doesn’t take long for her forequarters to collapse once her womb has flattened enough not to support her anymore, her screaming turning into hoarse gasps and wheezes while the canines still hold her hindquarters up for as long as there’s fish inside her, letting her fall limply into a pool of bloody water once they’re done. At the same time the jaguar has curled around her own bloated stomach, not so much to escape the grisly spectacle as to deal with her own intensifying intestinal problems.
‘I think she’s going to pop something inside her too, boss – what do we do with them?’ one of the canines comments as he casually nudges the groaning jaguar with his boot.
‘I honestly don’t care – sew her back together, dump both of them, keep them in the pens – as long as they don’t get away. But hey, we’ll have good fish to eat for the next week and that’s all I care about!’
Once the shepherd walks off to check out the on the kitchen, the remaining canines rapidly untie now quite unconscious but still breathing Feligris, carrying her away along with the jaguar who keeps gritting her teeth and muttering – their future uncertain but unlikely to be very comfortable…
The End.
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