It’s up her ass and to the—
. . .🌀
Uh . . . good kitty . . ?
Bambi’s actually trembling at these little touches, her toes curling and cracking in anticipation . . .
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Where did all that attitude go .ᐣ Is her
mind already going blank just from
the thought of Siracha's rod .ᐣ
Kitty wonders how she'll react now
that they're rubbing their fat tip
against her wet folds, circling her clit.
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Did she say something ? One whiff was as if someone grabbed and squeezed her womb straight up . . .
“ O-Oh fuck . . . “
Her crouch turned into a kneel, and before long she was looking up at the other . . .
“ T-Then . . . Wanna . . . T-Take it out . . ? ��
nice is a fair way to describe it.
it was pontent. mind-numbing, even.
accepting it's a little too late to step back from this, Shira replied with a nod.
❝ Breakfast can wait.. ❞
she won't mind if it gets a little cold.
“ S-Sorry, Uh— Is it fine . . ? “
It’s so hypnotizing . . . This Garchomp had such an alluring bulge, that it made Bambi feel so . . . Excited to just look at it . .
“ Or . . . D-Do you want to eat first . . ? “
It probably smells really nice too . . .
Leaning closer . .
bigger than anyone would expect from someone so short.
more importantly, the timid Garchomp was stammering quite adorably.
❝ Wa-Wa-Wait! Already? ❞
it's not that she was against the idea. in fact, that turgid, concealed slab of meat seemed to throb in a demanding manner.~
Could she keep focused with a what . . ?
Sorry, the thought was enough to make her brain short circuit for just a second . . .
Eh . . ?
What . . ?
About leg day . . ? 💧💧
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Much, much worse. . . Could she even
keep her mind focused when there's
a throbbing oversized cat meat
flopping on her belly .ᐣ
Coming to think of it, maybe it's her
chance to compensate for all the
leg days she skipped. ( 💧 )
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“ Will it . . ? Do they . . ? It . . . “
She steps a little closer, just a bit too close . . .
And then she squats down to get a better look at it . . .
It’s . . . Bigger than she thought . . .
“ Looks . . . r-really angry . . . “
the Garchomp froze and her face went a bright, deep red.
❝ Oh. Uhm. I-I mean... ❞
at least Bambi is not the only one!
❝ A-Are you sure? This will.. go down on its own. Maybe. ❞
“ Well . . . You could k-keep it to yourself . . . and . . . “
Does she . . ? That’s worrying . . . Bambi has next to none with a size like that . . .
“ Uhm . . . I could— h-help you . . ? While you eat . . ? “
She sucks at initiating these things to be fair . .
she has... plenty of experience with that stiff, annoying thing—
❝ I did not expect company.. But we can share, I do not mind. ❞
either that or Bambi could get a different kind of fat, juicy meat.~
“ I could’ve handled it . “
With her absurds amount of strength ? A contest would . . . Prove low difficultly . In Shira’s favor .
“ Is . . . Uh . . . There any for me ? “
A question just to distract as she got closer .
Seriously, how can she even walk like that . . ?
at first, those footsteps went unnoticed but once Bambi got closer...
❝ You're lucky you didn't startle me. ❞
the shark maid spoke softly, still focused on setting up breakfast for her.
(it really is kinda funny how she walked so stiff... for obvious reasons)
It does smell heavenly . . .
She already ate breakfast, but . . . At the very least, the extra protein of a little bit of bacon is calling her . . .
Ah, her own somewhat heavy footsteps are approaching, though it seems she’s /trying/ to sneak up on her . .
nothing absurdly fancy but certainly a decent amount for a single person.
scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes...
it smells great, that's for sure.
and she's so focused she didn't seem to notice the other taking a peek.