You sigh. Cara hasn't left you with much of a choice here. "Ok Cara," you relent, "The pouch it is," you say dejectedly.
The kangaroo jumped at you with a huge smile on her face. You tried to back away, but she was far too fast. She wrapped you up in her arms and held you tightly against her abundant chest.
"Oh, not just any pouch," Cara laughs, "I think you'll find my pouch to be quite...warm," she says, squeezing you with a loving caress. "Not just anybody gets to stay there you know," she says soothingly.
You try to respond, but your words are muffled to silence by her flesh. Cara continues.
"You'll be treated to a lot of...unique opportunities Brent," she says with a smile. "But you'll always come back to this one. I might never have a little Joey of my own, but I have a feeling that you'll feel the void quite nicely," she finishes.
Without another word, she silently peels her tight fleshy pocket from against her body and releases her hold on you, letting you fall into her pouch before letting it snap shut. You yelped as you fell, but swallowed your voice when you landed. You were surprised by how accurate Cara's prediction was. Her pouch was shockingly warm and cozy. It was a bit uncomfortably sticky, but despite that, you felt yourself wanting to curl up and take a nap. You felt Cara's hand happily massaging your back from the outside of her pouch, moaning in a sign that she was as comfortable as you are.
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