Небольшая зрелая очень упитаннае антро курочка в средневековом фермерском платье: Небольшая зрелая очень упитаннае антро курочка в средневековом фермерском платье
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A plump chicken farmer is ambushed and bagged by a busty fox thief, who then uses her captive as a personal pleasure device.
Characters
Chicken Lady
supporting
A small, plump anthropomorphic chicken, standing upright with human-like posture. She has fluffy white feathers, a bright red comb and wattles, and large, expressive black eyes. Her beak is small and yellow. She wears a simple, rustic medieval farmer's dress made of coarse brown linen, tied with a rope belt. Her feet are yellow and chicken-like, but she wears small, simple brown sandals. She carries a small woven basket.
Fox Lady
supporting
A mature, busty anthropomorphic fox with sleek, reddish-orange fur, white fur on her chest and belly, and a bushy white-tipped tail. Her eyes are sharp, cunning amber, and she has a slender, pointed snout. She wears a tight, dark grey thief's jumpsuit that accentuates her curvy, athletic build, and a matching dark grey half-mask covering the upper part of her face. She has strong, agile limbs and often carries a rustic wooden club.
Page 1
Panel 1: A small, plump anthro chicken in a medieval farmer's dress approaches a rustic wooden barn.
Panel 2: The Chicken Lady enters the barn, her back to the viewer, unaware of the lurking danger behind the door.
Panel 3: The mature, busty Fox Lady, in a tight thief's jumpsuit and half-mask, swings a club from behind the door towards the Chicken Lady's head.
Page 2
Panel 1: The dazed Chicken Lady slumps forward, eyes wide, as the Fox Lady's strong arm grabs her.
“Oof!”
Panel 2: The Fox Lady, with a smirk, shoves the struggling, plump Chicken Lady into a large burlap sack.
“Get in there!”
Panel 3: The Fox Lady ties the sack tightly, which now bulges and wiggles as the trapped Chicken Lady struggles within.
Page 3
Panel 1: A close-up of the tied sack on the wooden floor, with visible bulges and muffled sounds of struggle emanating from it.
“Mmph! Help me!”
Panel 2: The Fox Lady, with a satisfied grin, casually tosses the wriggling sack onto a pile of straw in the corner.
“There you go, little snack.”
Panel 3: The Fox Lady sits astride the sack like a horse, her hands on her hips and a mischievous smile on her face.
Page 4
Panel 1: The Fox Lady begins to bounce and thrust on the sack, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she closes her eyes in pleasure.
Panel 2: A close-up of the Fox Lady's face, radiant with ecstasy, as multiple hearts float around her head.
“Oh, this is delicious!”
Panel 3: The Fox Lady continues her rhythmic movements on the still-struggling sack, completely lost in her private revelry.
“Mmm, pure bliss!”
