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A luxuriously plumed anthro rooster enters a Victorian bedroom only to be ambushed and captured by a busty anthro fox lady, who then drags him to a dungeon for her amusement.
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Fox Lady
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Rooster
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PAGE 1
Panel 1:An anthro rooster with magnificent, vibrant plumage and a smart vest steps into a lavish Victorian bedroom.
Panel 2:The mature, busty anthro fox lady, with an updo blonde hairstyle, in Victorian lingerie and a half-mask, peeks menacingly from behind a large bedroom door.
Panel 3:With a sly, confident grin, the fox lady begins to creep silently from her hiding spot towards the unsuspecting rooster's back.
PAGE 2
Panel 1:The fox lady lunges forward with surprising speed, swiftly enveloping the startled rooster in a large, coarse sack.
“Gotcha!”
Panel 2:The rooster's frantic legs and a few scattered feathers are briefly visible as he's forcefully shoved further into the struggling sack.
“K-K-KUKOO!”
Panel 3:A tightly tied sack, bulging and squirming with unseen movement, lies on the plush carpet as the fox lady smiles down at her captive.
“Such a feisty one.”
PAGE 3
Panel 1:The fox lady, with a determined expression, strains slightly as she hoists the heavy, struggling sack onto her broad shoulder.
Panel 2:With the squirming sack balanced over her shoulder, the fox lady confidently exits the elegant bedroom, a triumphant smirk on her face.
Panel 3:Carrying the protesting sack, the fox lady descends a dark, foreboding stone staircase that leads into deeper shadows.
PAGE 4
Panel 1:The fox lady stands in a grim, torch-lit dungeon, its stone walls adorned with ominous implements, still carrying the sack.
“Almost there, my dear.”
Panel 2:She effortlessly hooks the top of the struggling sack onto a sturdy, ominous-looking torture rack equipped with a pulley system.
Panel 3:The fox lady grins widely, her eyes gleaming with wicked anticipation, as the suspended sack twitches, awaiting its grim fate.
“Time for fun!”






