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[Crimson Fox]

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Zorromon: *finishes the first one and crushes the keg with his forehead* Damn, I need to get one of those Shadow Kegs that Disturbed has. *starts on a second one*

Crimson: *blushes as well before his member becomes aroused, slowly slipping out of its pouch and nudging against Lurea's lean stomach* Mmmrrr... *meanwhile Crimson had deepening the kiss whilst fondling her rack a little harder, giving the nipples light pinches*

[Kurtz]

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Kyo: If only we were Shadow Artists... *chuckles happily and throws away the first keg before starting his own second one*

Lurea: *moaning a little into the kiss, she instinctively pushes her tongue into his maw, while her crotch slowly starts to dampen from the pinching - her scent slowly wafting into the air thanks to it all. And her tail still brushing against his pouch and member to tease it more*

[Crimson Fox]

13352.

Zorromon: Shadow Artists, eh. Hold on a sec. *teleports and some bone crunching and screams can be heard before he returns with a Shadow Pen* This should solve our problem. *sketches and draws a couple of Shadow Kegs for them*

Crimson: *inhales her scent happily before groaning a little whilst playing with her tongue, wrestling with the thin muscle* Mmmhhh... *down below, his rod had already reached full length, unable to resist Lurea's smooth tail as the head gently strokes the outside of her moist folds whilst his paws begin to grab her cute butt, squeezing it gently*

[Marine]

13353

So this is how you guys get the humongaloid post count....

Marine paced infront of the Naval Corporal. His head was slouched over, shoulders hunched as if he watched the floor tiles. He rested his palms on the loops of his belt.

"Tell me again, slowly, why we landed here."

Corporal Sherard, a Navyman graduate of the current year, wiped sweat percolating on his sloped forehead. His blue eyes were frosted from the sun. He looked at the High Marshall and stood in attention, knees chattering his leggings into a strange clickiting melody.

"Captain Abrald was told to restock in this place." Said the Corporal, slow and deliberate. "He thought it would be resourceful."

Marine stopped pacing. He glanced at the Navyman and then turned to the gaggle yards away from them. "Fine. Dismissed."

Sherard sighed inward. He gave the Marshal a salute and tunred his heel. His feet didn't get far when a thunderous boom shook the air.

The bullet struck the man's head. Arterial sprays drenched his white uniform as he toppled to the ground, a fist shaped hole at the base of his spine.

Marine blew smoking gun powder from his pistol and holstered it. "Have a nice day Corporal Shepard."

[Disturbed]

13354

Disturbed: Whaty Whatin? Someone say my name?

[Yoosei]

13355

Shiva: *she kept moaning loudly, since he keeps filling her with huge amounts of his seed, it even ended up gushing out from her pussy, drenching their crotches* ahhh

[Kurtz]

13356.

Kurtz: *after a few more moments, his seed flow comes to an end, as Shiva's stomach is still bloated with the amount - which practically is still inside her and contained inside her womb while he blushes darkly* Ahhhh... g-gods.... that was so goood.....

[Yoosei]

13357

Shiva: *keeps moaning softly at the feeling of his seed still deep inside her womb as she then nods slowly, she had to admit that moment was really good even tough she now feels perhaps a bit heavy* ahhh

[Kurtz]

13358.

Kurtz: Well... ahh... I c-can't move... *he chuckles softly and blushes darkly, looking up at her quietly, before closing his eyes and swishing his tail gently*

[Yoosei]

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Shiva: *she blinks and then giggles cutely while looking around* and...where do you have the keys for the handcuffs?