The stable master leads Freya to a great private enclosure and unfastens the metal doorway. They step inside and see an unusual scene. A solitary black male Chocobo sprawled on the straw-covered ground. She realized something was wrong and walked over to the afflicted bird. She encountered no indications of trauma, but the winged creature was in serious discomfort. It turned over on its side, and she gulped in dismay. Its stomach was huge!
"This is an extreme instance of constipation. a wealthy nobleman brought it in a week ago."
Freya's eyes went wide with fright; color flowing from her expression. She possessed no skill in the doctoral arts, but she cannot permit the animal to suffer. She wracked her mind for an answer, but nothing occurred to her. The stable master set a muscled hand upon her shoulder as a gesture of confidence and strode forward.
"I used every traditional approach, but nothing succeeded."
She rubbed her chin with consideration. Standard methods did not resolve the persistent problem, so what could she accomplish? A couple alternatives struck her. Both remedies were unusual, but she felt either might offer an antidote. Her heart beat in eager expectation; she grew wet with sudden arousal. She had a taboo fantasy she desired to satisfy and now was the perfect moment.
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