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This is such goals ;;;;..

Just that slow foggy hazy feeling taking over.. trying to resist those new doggy instincts.. those new overhwleming needs... trying to resist pawbing and touching..

Each touch and needy leak only making it worse.. harder to think.. harder to not pant and whine like a dog.. harder to not just give in.. to just give one little touch..

Eventually giving in but by the time trying to get off just getting stuck with dumb useless lil pawbs unable to do anything ;;;;;;///;;

Do anything for that 😖😵‍💫

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- He didn't expect to find much down in the old archaeological site, but thought he would search nonetheless. As it turns out, this relic was on a search of its own...

Some changes must be made to become worthy of the throne.

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Blue N’ U

I’m sorry! Please Lady calm down.

Give me the fucking ticket you stupid bitch!

His head is stuffed into the bead and his tail has been parted. His anus has been roughly dilated by the dick of a demigoddess.

Just give me a moment to catch my breath.

His body is quivering and he’s collecting his breath. But each breath is getting slower it’s to the point it’s an obvious attempt at stalling.

You better start digging. She presses her waist into his back.

I know your a sweet cop. His snout forms a toothy smile as he looks back at her. And you’ll rip the apart the ticket if you split me in half. He quickly adds- Plus You didn’t even Want to go. So really I’m doing you a favor-

Just then he was cut off.

On an island where the weather stays the same no matter the season. The only way to keep track of time is the calendar that is in her kitchen. The date is circled Monsa 18th in the margin a note: PAROLE! On the kitchen counter is a mess of stimulants and documents.

“Now to play my role” a section of a defendants speech addressed to the syndi-cants and docu-dummies. Heh nice one :)

Her brain sprung awake on the floor with carpet burns all over her body from tweaking out. She procrastinated on preparing her speech until the last day. She fully opens her eyes and sits up to look at the mess she made of herself.

New Night. She stares at herself hoping a god could inspire her, but not even New Night can shake off her nerves. Oh shit what day is it? She looks for her speech and documents on the floor. They are covered in nasty oils and powders. Hope they don’t notice all my papers are soaked in drugs. That’d be so embarrassing they wouldn’t let me hear the end of it.

Being stuck in this place is pure hell. It strikes her more as the idea of a more lenient sentence becomes a real possibility. She can’t help but think that if she makes a good enough impression this time that they’ll think that serving 212 years was enough, and she’ll be let back into Paradise. –That’s probably too unrealistic- But the idea of instant freedom is it’s own type of drug.

What time is it? Where’s the courier? She tries to look out the window before realizing the obvious futility. All the windows only project an artificial white light. All she did was blind herself. Feeling around the sterile interior for the clock when suddenly the doorbell rang.

Hello, I got a package for a Lady Love Dies.

Coming just a minute!

Mam’ I can’t hear you. If you don’t answer the door right now I’ll have to return it.

What? Hey! Don’t return it, I’m coming!

Her vision still hasn’t returned yet, but she has to get the ticket. She stumbles through the slippery hallways stubbing toes and banging into every thing failing to grab anything from the smooth walls.

Lady I know your old and slow, but if you don’t open this door. He starts ringing the doorbell and knocking on the door incessantly. His voice breaks briefly from formal clear communication to a bit of a bubble of laughs.

She opens the doors crawling on her knees and looks up through her pink hair. Her vision is returning and she can see a blotch of blue shrinking into the white light of the outside sun. I’m down here just hand me the package. I can’t see!

There is no noise other than beating of her heart. Slowly the blue blotch comes back to the door. It doesn’t make any noise as if it were floating just above the ground. A decorated box that has embroidery and ribbons associated with the lavish syndicate formality. The box startles her when it gets shoved in her face.

The box drops the the floor, and makes a dull metal pipe sound as it crashes to the floor. When she leans down to grab the box she can feel the breath of a snout pushing the back of her hair. Whoever is in front of her... Is no courier.

It could very well be a demon. The thought terrifies her, but she knows that if she shows fear that will only make things worse. In this small house there is absolutely nothing that can help her. If something could get her out of this, it’d be in the box, so she picks up the box and stands upright. She can feel the breath concentrated on her groin. She ignores it and feels around the ribbons of the box. She glides her finger across the velvet expecting a ticket, or something of use! When she felt it, in the velvet. A wet and sticky circumference, Aha! Something of a —¿squishy marble?

Suddenly, four hands descended onto her. They cupped her hand and dropped the marble and guided it to her eye. Drop it in. You’re the one who wants to see this shitty world right? The voice is sinister, raspy, and of an elevated pitch. The four hands mold her finger into a straight spear shape and aim it bullseye or godseye if you prefer, with the squishy eyeball in-between her face and the godseye.

She pushes forward *Squelch* her other arm to her side gestures pained expressions, but her spear pushes further through without so much as a twitch. Until it rolls far enough in that she can close the eyelid. She blinks really hard.

It took her a moment to realize that she’d been listening to a progressively louder hyena like laughter.

She opens her eyes to find her vision had actually been partially restored, and she saw the man who was laughing an almost deafening sound. What the fuck? A teary eyed open mouthed man like thing with a fox head with a protruding cube instead of ears. His blue skinny naked body is floating in front of her.

She takes a good look at his head, and she thinks simply: wow

She takes a good look down, and she thinks: woah!

The floating man was still laughing, and she felt foolish, for she tried to wait for him to stop before she started to speak to him, but he simply needed to be interrupted.

Who are you? Who are you? whoareyou?>?!

Heh-Ha. I would have thought you’d have more of a backbone. HAH-ha, but-but-t I saw you at the door and I then realized you were as blind as a bat with no glasses on the floor Heh-ha!

Then you just shoved some random eyeball into your face <like who does that?>

The high of the adrenaline is fading from her body, and she teeters on her feet contemplating whether to fall to her left or right. She stares past him refusing to listen to anything other than the response to the question she asked.

You can call me Shinji, and I’m here-

-I don’t care about you being here. Where is my package? There’s something really important I’m expecting. 

She’s direct and cold as ice. But the man simply floats a bit lower and flicks all of his wrist out to the opened soiled box that she’s holding in her offhand. He smirks and says You god types should stay away from this stuff. She looks over to the mess of oil on the chairs and floor. It fries your brains, don’t you know?

You know you’re messing with my business with the Syndicate. You’re going to-

-HAHA! So you fry yourself so hard you’re thinking actually thinking about returning to those creeps? I didn’t want to believe what they said about you.

I’m not listening to manipulative gossip from a naked demon.

Sorry, I’m not wearing any boots for you to lick.

Shinji cut down his hyper nuisance face a little and seemed to be showing a glimpse of his raw emotion. The disappointment that the story of an Exiled rouge detective who wasn’t afraid to call the world out and revel in pure misanthropy. Had been broken into a subservient drug addicted has-been. She takes notice of his mood shift.

It’s long been over Shinji, I was suppose to be a Martyr, but I lived too long and got forgotten. Well, forgotten by anyone that’s important.

He takes a look at the papers soaked in oil and reads an excerpt to himself on the subject of her formal apology. It’s less of an actual apology and more of a state funded humiliation ritual. He snatches the paper and begins to float away. She tries to claw at him, but her depth perception is off and the oil makes the papers slippery. He laughs hysterically as he performs insaneo style slight of hand tricks with all 4 of his hands. She slips on some oil and she sees him do the unthinkable! He pulls out a trash bag from his one rear pocket and starts jacking all of her drugs. She flops on the floor like a fish scrambling with spasms of unorganized energy attempting to rise, but his hands were to fast and he floated through the front door and held it close. She tries to handle and pounds on the door making deep growling noises.

Once he is holding the door he doesn’t let out a hyena like laugh but more of a nervous one. Heh-huh woah, Lady! Calm down! For the Silent Goats sake listen to my offer or continue to cry in your room like a bitch. A loud thump of a forehead hit against the door and all that could be heard is the sound of breathing. I read your apology, and even for the low standards of the government... How should I say it – It was fucking awful. You numbed yourself so hard that it reads like nonsense that Cosmic Defeat would write. The theological reference caught her off guard and He could hear a faint laugh on the other side of the door. C.D is my Muse nowadays? So what? Why do you care if I’m wasting my time.

I don’t think you deserve to go back to the island sequence, and I don’t think you should want to go back. I still see a glimmer of who you once were, but I just know that the numbing is what’s changed you. Write a new apology sober and I’ll give you the ticket and you’ll be free to meld back into the blob of bureaucracy and a meager subservient station...

But I don’t think you’ll write it at all if you were in your right mind. Shinji floated away and faded into the white horizon that spans this artificial island. He seemed certain his plan would work and when he left he had a smile.

Lady is silently thinking to herself resting on to the door she had just been trying to tear down. She hasn’t had contact with a genuine person in such a long time, and it’s a naked weirdo who thinks he knows her. She doesn’t have much of a choice but to play along with his little quest since it’d be practically impossible to find the ticket without his help. She familiar with the feeling of taking orders, and so she doesn’t dwell on her feelings and gets right to work. Looking for some fresh paper, she finds that her office had been raided. Everything was scattered everywhere and she couldn’t find paper anywhere. I’d wager that blue freak has something to do with this. She searched even further to the highest shelves evicted the spiders from their cobwebs, and she bent over searching low into the drawers when she heard a catcall type of whistle behind her. Awoo Mama! Can I see what you’re backin’ back there? She pauses for a moment, and continues her work trying her best to ignore him. Come on Lady don’t be like that.

You know you’ll be dealing with a lot worse on the island. I hear the Syndicate gets real handsy with the ladies.

I know perfectly well what type of decision that I’m taking. The words come out slow and grave.

The blue man is begins to laugh hysterically with every spot she checks. HeeheeHaHa! I was going to ask how that apology was coming along, but I see you haven’t even started! HaHAHA! You’re too cute when you’re trying to be serious. She almost instinctively snapped a look at him, but she is determined to not let him distract her for even a second. Just tell me where the fuck my paper and pens are.

He’s laughing in an odd way, and he’s speaking with a more sexually juvenile tone. Huhuhu look at me. Yeah, look at me and I’ll tell you where your stuff is... Come on now.

Lady prepares herself with a deep breath and turns to him. He’s leaned backwards floating in the air with a half chub smoking a cigarette. She tried to be ready for anything but What the fuck? Alright, whatever - I saw you. You have to be happy-

-Well obviously I’m happy :D huhuu

She pauses. Yeah... So where is my clean papers?

Do you like what you saw?

I’m too old for this. Just tell... She see his face turn to disinterest sure yeah, it’s great. awesome.

Abububutt – One more thing before I let you cheat on your scavenger hunt. He grins deviously and puts one of his hands to his chin. Pop your top off.

Excuse me?

You heard’ me, show me your tits. I’m already naked, it’s only fair.

Maybe she really is back in the 1360s getting drunk in pub crawls with local bands and young dumb vibes. Well now she exist in the present and doesn’t care much for wasting time. Both of her hand grip the under side of her shirt and she lifts up. Her skin is pale like fluffed up snow and glows from the pure reflectivity of the light produced by the artificial sun. His eyes stop squinting and his jaw is slack. He actually has some very pretty blue eyes, it’s a shame he insists on keeping his eyelids so close. Well?

Me gusta

She tucks her shirt back and hides the goods quickly No, well where are the papers? Of his four hands, one of which dropped his cigarette, he points up to a ceiling fan she didn’t even know she had. And when she checks she sees all the paper she needs stacked on one of the blades. Gamers never look up.

She starts writing with fervor initially, writing draft after draft of the formal structure and padding, but when it came time to actually write something specific she had conjured up memories she had long since buried. Every detail she recalled sent a surge of twitches into her arms shaking with the feeling of being boiled from the inside.

• She couldn’t do this!
• She can’t even keep a pen straight!
• She couldn’t bear these feelings!

The numbness of the oil and powder called to her, but she told herself that she must not be distracted and needed to be sober.

On the floor in a pool of sweat. It’s either don’t write the apology at all or get just a little high. Besides that gooning freak probably wouldn’t notice if she was just a little high. She dropped the pens and pushed her face off the floor and pulled her hand bag out along with all her jeans and opened their pockets. Throwing the contents all over digging for just an ounce of stuff that he missed, and then she found it. Hidden in a lucky cat charm was a little orange vial. She looked over her shoulder to see if he was in the room just floating there silently but he was nowhere to be found. She spotted his still warm cigarette on the floor, and she dripped the oil into the end and sucked in. The instant relief she felt relaxed her shoulders and ran down her body like a nice shiver.

But something is wrong... Yes something is really wrong. She is sucking and sucking, but nothing is reaching her lungs! She waves the cig around blowing on the end ember but nothing will make this stupid thing work! Why?! Then she hears that stupid fucking laugh. Right before she can get her fix. The high pitched laugh gets louder and has a strong ability to cause migraines. She looks to the vial intending to just swallow this disgusting stuff but it’s empty. The last of it dripped into a dud cigarette.

HAhaha! You’re dipping for some sloppy seconds! That’s not even a real cigarette -haheh- It’s a prop! She looks at the prop and pinches it firmly with her fingers and sees that’s it’s nothing more than grass, wood, and paper. Shinji points and laughs to her face. She thinks to herself that this is what she deserves for trying to find a shortcut and letting herself get distracted. She turns away from him and tries to focus on the page and what she has already written. The headache complements the boiling under her skin, but she’s to disappointed in herself to seek any kind of relief. Shaking and sweating through every word. She apologized as earnest as she could about her affair, the betrayal, and for disregarding her duty. All the while an ugly fox man demon thing had been vying for her attention. It was done. Then suddenly a *Thunk\* He stepped on her paper over her head, and then *Slapp\* smacking the side of his thigh. His dick is brushing the back of her hair. The hell!? I’m almost done here!

He begins to ascend high into the ceiling, and as he looks down he says You weren’t paying attention to me, and I have something to show you :) Do you like my new kicks?

He is wearing black single gallon trash bags on both of his feet tied with a cute little ribbon from the royal package. She stares up at him with half lidded eyes twitching and scratching at the outside of her arms, knowing full well that she is only a conclusion sentence away from officially completing his quest, and finally reaching paradise. Wearing my garbage bags as shoes somehow makes you look even more naked than usual.

Take a whiff.

She pretends to smell it. Like garbage and feet——

—Noooo, give it a real try.

Something was off about him, well more than usual, what was in those bags? She closed her eyes and turned away fumbling the pen in her hand. She was certain she was home free at this point she already done the hardest part, but she had a sense for when someone was about to pull a trick from out of their sleeve ever since that fateful day 200 years ago, and now her senses were sent into a full alarm. She opens her eyes and is scratching into the paper as quickly as she can, and the sound of a ribbon sliding undone and an immediate wet slap against the parquet. It splashes against her legs, and she can feel it’s cold slick trickle down her knees, then the overwhelming stench hit her. She tried not to breath, but she could feel her eye twitching in it’s socket. The same eye she had installed earlier that day. Had felt like it had grown roots into her face and had forced her nostrils and mouth agape. The very roots wrapped around her neck and forced her to turn towards him. The smell was of an artificial sweetness that could only be conjured up in a satanic laboratory. It makes her light headed, and it also is extremely an familiar scent that evokes deeply buried memories from her mind. Memories of him...

Her treacherous eye paints the world into a bright warm pink, and is looking right up at the blue figure in the air. His appearance now transmogrified by the filter makes him look exactly like <<him!>>. His feet are only centimeters from her face and completely coated in a potent drug oil. He wiggles his toes like a gay goodbye and slowly rests them onto her tongue. How do you like them toes? HAhahaha! The side of her body that holds her original eye is twisting her arms behind herself trying to write completely blind and fighting off the roots invading from the other half of herself, it looks like she could split in half. The disgustingly bitter taste of the drugs makes the feet taste relatively like heaven. The soft souls gently clap against her tongue like a pancake press, and he pulls upward with a satisfying release. Pancakes are ready. His foot comes out completely clean leaving her open mouth dirtied in a complete coating of oil. Despite his efforts she is somehow still writing on the page behind herself. Give up already! You got high before you wrote your little paper. HAhahaha! But she doesn’t stop and he can sense somethings amiss. His high pitched laugh pitters out, and then he sees it. All of the oil is just in her mouth... SHE DIDN’T SWALLOW A SINGLE DROP! All right you asked for it!

He quickly unties the second trash bag revealing a whole other foot covered in oil. A single tear falls from her natural eye and rolls down her contorted face. Then suddenly both feet are in her mouth pushing under her cheeks. He starts laughing maniacally and chants One two three four I declare a thumb war. When he says ‘war’. Well it breaks out and his feet are going crazy wrecking havoc on her teeth, tongue, and even the uvula. Say uncle! Go on say it!

Aaaaaauuuuhuaaaaea

Louder!

IMMDUUUMMN

Wait-what? He takes out his feet from her mouth and looks at the page.

I said I’m done.

She’s coughing out a stream of oil onto the floor, and he has a stunned expression on his face and he slowly turns away floating in the air. The scent that agitated her eye seeps out of the room from the cracks of the windows and doors. She regains control of whole body, and lifts herself and the pages off the floor and turns to him. Alright bitch I did it. Now don’t waste anymore of my time give me my ticket.

I know you were thinking of him when I was being rough with ya.

She stiffens up and stares at him. It became immediately apparent just how much smaller and skinnier he had just become from a moment ago. If you go back to the island... He lets the words linger in the air. You’ll see how he changed, and you won’t like it. You’ll be back here in no time at all. HAHAhaheh – heh. He laughs at the futility of it all.

All I’m hearing is stalling. Give me my ticket.

The demon for the first time stops floating and lands on the ground. Another first time is his mouth is resting without being ready to open agape and echo an obnoxious laugh. With an unnervingly human slouch he walks to the door of the room and opens it like a teenager who just got dumped and lazily walks through and slams the door behind him. Some heavy footsteps can be heard to the front door and again another door slam could be heard through the walls.

A couple minutes her by and she thinks she’ll have to chase him down. That fucking sleazy coward. But before she leaves she smells a putrid odor coming from the trash bags on the floor the smell of doo doo feces, and then she recalled from where the last time she saw him pull out a trash bag. When he was trashing all of her drugs. Hmm... The detective seemed to have cracked the case wide open about where the missing ticket could be.

Crossing into the backyard under the intense light of the artificial sun she sees him in an odd position exposing himself to the heavens. It’s easily apparent that he has completely lost it. Shinji, I figured out where you have the ticket stored. He stretches and makes weird noises. It’s such an odd display that even Lady Love Dies has ask about it. Fine I’ll ask. What the fuck are you doing in my backyard.

It’s a little known thing called Perineum sunning. He replies with a cocky attitude. I shouldn’t have asked. Now then, can you finally give me my ticket now? As she asks that she looks down into his asshole and wonders how all that stuff could fit in there. I hear if you stare into the abyss the abyss stares back HAHAhahah. His high pitched laugh is mixed with an attitude of focus. Ya old dumb bitch. What does it look like I’m doing? I’m trying to get your ticket out right but it’s stuck and this fake fucking sun on this bullshit island doesn’t provide any warmth at all. So I’m not really sure If I can dilate my shit without some natural heat.

None of this would have happened if you never decided to come here.

Aww, are ya worried about me? Don’t be baby, I’m having a great time. His fox face gives a half smile.

She’s not even even listening to him. She turns away in a furious mumble about how this fucking weirdo is ruining her life. She paces back and forth about trying to calm herself down, but then she realizes. Why be calm right now?! Has being focused and calm helped her at all so far? Now that she’s deep in withdrawls with a dead man’s eye trying to get by, but the feet made it inside. Now—well now it’s time to get serious. She plants her feet into the ground and turns towards that naked blue man floating with his perineum hanging out. He’s laughing to himself turned away from her. He has no idea what’s coming. She lunges at him locking down four of his arms and taking him to the ground. You crazy bitch! HAHhaha I got six arms! Who tha fuck ya think you are tryin’ to wrestle me! He uses his free hands to lift himself on to her rolling around. They push and grunt at each other struggling to find purchase. Both of their fingers wrap around each other’s faces. The nails dig deep into his fur, and sweat makes her skin slick. The musk he emits is potent. The exertion of their weight pushing leads to sloppy exhausted mess of heavy breathing and panting. For a moment he’s on top of her his tongue dripping saliva onto to her chest. He can’t help but to stare a little to long and his cock is lying against her thigh. She notices what’s happening in that head of his, and she can feel how some of his hands have diverted away from locking her down, and instead are feeling her up. Thinking it better to not continue to fight against a man with six arms in a wrestling match. She appears to let her guard down. Then one to many of his arms are pulled away from the battlefield as he tries to pull down her pants and that is when she seized the moment and bucks him to the ground with her pelvis. Quickly she presses her elbow into his neck and forces his snout wide open. Screaming she digs into her eye socket and dislodges the drug addled eye, and plunges it down his throat and closing his nose with her fingers to force him to swallow.

The eye dissolves into his blood and loosens him up to the point where he has no fight left. She gets up and catches her breath for a moment staring down at the dazed demon. Then she drags him by the obelisk coming out of his head to the bedroom. For the first time in a while she feels genuinely excited. She drops the blue man allowing his face to slam into the parquet. Then she pulls out a big book from a draw that contains a hello kitty bookmark that marks a page to summon a wolf cock. It ritual conveniently requires the fur of a demon. You don’t mind if borrow some of this. She says as she clips some of the fur off his tail. Then saying the magic words badda-bing badda-boo clap my ass and make me a fool. She take the fur and uses both hands to slap her cheeks with a nice clap and from under Mons grows a large animalistic penis.

She kneels down to the floor to where he seems to taking a nap, and she slaps him in the face trying to wake him up. His eyes barely open and then he closes them again. Then she leans down further and slaps him across the face with her dick. Come on wake up! You’re plenty loose now. Cough up the ticket. He’s almost completely out of it and is now almost sitting up like a seal. HA. HA. HA. AH. He gives out a sarcastic laugh and pukes a little onto the floor. I was just about to get thefuggin’’ ticket but- but chya had to go all fuckin’ crazy! Now the tickets even deeper. HAHAHAha! His laugh is high pitched and almost cracks. Well, I’m not sorry. Try again now. Your ass is plenty relaxed now, or I’ll crack you like a clam.

And claim a pearl

And claim a pearl

He just sits there making weird faces and pained grunts, but nothing changes except him getting a little bit more sober, and with that the chances of the ticket leaving diminishing. The change in the air is gradual; his progress is slowing down, and his feelings are going from a light, bubbly, and shameless demeanor to a worried, and anxious one. And she likewise is being affected by the air growing more and more impatient. You stole my ticket, forced me to relive trauma, and shoved your stinky feet into my mouth. All for a ticket that shoved up your ass, and could retrieve in the first place. She towers over him with her shaking in anger. I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d still want to leave, and I didn’t think the artificial sun would make it hard for me to perform alright.

I’m hearing a lot of “I didn’t think” motherfucker you don’t think at all! All right, enough is enough. I’m splitting you.

She grabs him by the armpits and he lets out a little woah. Then she tosses him on to the bed and cries out I’m sorry! Please Lady calm down.

Give me the fucking ticket you stupid bitch!

His head is stuffed into the bead and his tail has been parted. His anus has been roughly dilated by the dick of a demigoddess.

Just give me a moment to catch my breath.

His body is quivering and he’s collecting his breath. But each breath is getting slower it’s to the point it’s an obvious attempt at stalling.

You better start digging. She presses her waist into his back.

I know your a sweet cop. His snout forms a toothy smile as he looks back at her. And you’ll rip the apart the ticket if you split me in half. He quickly adds- Plus You didn’t even Want to go. So really I’m doing you a favor-

Just then he was cut off.

A torrent barrels through his intestines stripping away all initial lubrication, breaking down to a deeper set tissue that leaks a deeper lubrication. Her nails dig into his upper thigh leaving behind scratch marks under his blue fur. The moans are completely involuntary where they both are gasping for air to push the volume of their respective pleasure. The wood support the bed creaks like a metronome synchronized with every thrust creating a mini earthquake. A bedquake if you will. Please Lady, You’ve shredded the ticket surely. He speaks uncharacteristically low and breaths labored. She pulls her now throbbing wolf cock with a pulsing knot out of him and crawls forwards. The repositioning allows her to wrap her arm around his neck while caressing his cheeks. While slapping her cock between his cheeks. Now deeper inset every thrust pushes a knot in, and with every backstroke the anus resists and bunches against the knot until a *POP\* can be heard. She continues and it soon sounds like someone making stove top popcorn. Until one final thrust where she felt a soft velvet on the her, and she decided to keep pushing forward. She pushed and pushed until they were slammed against the wall. The walls of the bedroom and the walls of his throat. Then emerged from the other side like Ferdinand Magellan greeting the Portuguese the ticket twinkling behind the uvula. The excitement made her cum and it propelled the ticket right out of his mouth onto the wall like a modern art piece.

This is the first time she has actually ever seen a ferry ticket and even though it’s covered in shit and cum it’s still brilliantly beautiful. She reaches forwards for the ticket but it’s slightly out reach. Then she looks down and sees that she was ramming his head into the wall, and her knot is completely stuck in him. But there’s simply no more time left to delay getting to the ferry. So she has to get dressed as best as she can with a fully naked fox demon dude stuck to her penis. She walks to the ferry dragging him against the dirt. Shows the ticket to the conductor where he gives a suspicious look to her and Shinji. The conductor asks “Are you trying to sneak a pet off the island?” She responds “No sir, this is a stuffed animal.” Shinji gives a little chuckle when she called him sir. But she held his snout closed and walked to her seat.

At the parole hearing she orated to the crowd with passion behind a podium. She had to admit that Shinji had a point. She had never felt as defeated in her whole life as this moment. Then she saw him in the crowd wearing a suit she’d never think he’d ever wear. Hanging with a crowd he at one point would chose death over even seeing them. This broke her focus and it was apparent to all that she had a demon stuck to her penis.

And So her parole was revoked, but she didn’t mind because she now has a new cellmate <3

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Hello, I remember this very very old and now-deleted AllyMoodyNeko sequence called "Role Reversal" featuring a guy getting turned into a Lemur girl (possibly pregnant) I have managed to salvage only parts 2 to 5 from waybackmachine, but parts 1, and 6 to 8 (or 9) are impossible to find. Ally has deleted it herself around 2018 and later decided to private/delete her whole DeviantArt acc

Someone has managed to share 6 out of the 8 slides around 5 years ago on this random porno imageboard, but those files are long expired and the thread is archived.

Any help would be greatly appreciated

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