Manducating Dyspepsia

Manducating Dyspepsia

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sat, Dec 11, 202123m
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Lambdadelta and Bernkastel have experienced multiple instances where their inner madness takes control to find the cruelest way to torture one another beautifully. Knowing this, the Witch of Certainty couldn't seem to find to any ideas on how to creatively construct a new way to torture her beloved Bernkastel. Until she saw that her lover looked quite...peckish. WARNING: This story contains stuffing and fetish related content. I will not be held responsible for your choice to read the story. This was done as a request for someone, and thus, it won't be published to AO3 due to its questionable nature.
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Preview He wasn't exactly sure how they had ended up like this Well, that wasn't true; he had a very clear memory of every moment that had taken him from point A to point B, and no doubt those memories would haunt him for some time to come. But that didn't mean he fully understood why he had his partner pressed against a tree in the Rainforest District, both of her legs hiked up with her paws resting on his thighs to compensate for their height difference as his paw slipped past the now unbuckled waist of her standard issue ZPD slacks. He was obviously as insane as she was, something that he continually tried to convince himself of when his fingers wedged and squirmed their way into her briefs. He almost managed to stop himself, almost managed to think for a moment before the adorable bunny chirred her approval and arched her hips and completed the motion for him. He was dumbfounded when his palm cupped over a heat that he had never felt from a vixen before, and perhaps even more dumbfounded when his middle digit pressed inward all too willingly until he felt that same wet heat wrap around it. This drew a sound he had never heard from from his partner and best friend, sort of a high pitched whimper/cry as her small paws dug into the front of his uniform. Tiny claws gripped and pulled him towards her so hard that he almost slammed his muzzle into the tree he used to prevent them from falling

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