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Death.
Fishy death.
You could smell the fish in my own 4 paws. Wide eyed i licked the tip in anticipation, begging, craving, starved of what i needed.
The smell entered my lungs infiltrating my every thought. It was all i could do to restrain myself. I needed to devour it, I wasn't thinking straight, I couldn't contain it anymore, I let loose. My inner beast coming out of me.
Panting.
I continue running nothing could stop me now. The only thing on my mind was that: juicy,plump,meaty beast.
Slowly enjoying every moment i edge the fish into me. I take it inch by inch gobbling until all 7 inches of the fish were no where to be seen.
Death.
Fishy death.
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