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Another rampage under her belt, the matronly bear hummed happily to herself as she laid out, the bear warrior on top of her let out a deep groan as he pressed his hips firmly against hers. "Service." She pulled on your chain leash, forcing your face to land on his sweaty asshole, chin on his balls.

Every breath you took hurt, your chest aching and eyes burning as the doe women continued her clenching. Her kegals had been well trained in dealing with you humans as she went about her day at work, wiping down tables as she took out her frustrations on your tiny frame, one hearty clench at a time.

Getting sucked into the pages of a book that tells the story of your whole life. Someone can flip through your every thought and action with ease. Memories drifting away as they tear out pages with their favorite excerpts. New intrusive thoughts pervading your mind as they write in the margins. 1/2

"That's it." Her husky voice flooded your senses as your lips made contact with her asshole again, the 'queen of the stars' was more than happy to let her massive bear cheeks wrap around your face. "Make out with my asshole, and you get to live another day.~" Seems she tolerared keeping you around.

"Still don't want to talk to me?" The bear woman sat in her futuristic chair, a glass jar sitting nearby. She reached inside of it, plucking up a couple of your dear friends, shrunken down to a few inches tall. Tossing them into her mouth, a horrible crunching, munching sound killed off the screams.

Her broad palm and thick fingers shattered the glass surrounding the once proud skyscraper, a horrific sound of bending metal and terrified screams were a delight to the bunny girl's ears. Licking her lips, she carefully started to reach into floors at random, tossing humans into her hot, humid maw.