Strapped down. Sounds from the shadows. Wet wuff kisses, long tongue; drippy, drooly, smoochy. Then three heads, three slick tongues, fighting for space. Your muzzle grows, fur sprouts and tail wags. Those straps won't hold you for long, but they're not supposed to. 🧡

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