You close your eyes tight as you brace yourself . Whatever horrible thing she intends to do to you, hopefully it'll be enough to send your KO meter over the edge and knock you out. You don't know what happened to those poor humans that were trapped in her bowels, but you don't want to be awake to find out.
Unfortunately, you don't get the privilege of being knocked unconscious just yet. The skunk pushes up and down on your limp body, enjoying the little squeaks and whimpers that you. She bats you between her paws with a giggle, reveling in the joy of playing with her toy. Your new gear helps a bit in protecting you, but the humiliation of being treated like a plaything stings twice as much. (-5 HP, -10 Will)
You can do nothing but endure, and hope against all possibility that someone, anyone will come and save you before it's too late. Unfortunately for you, the skunk has already had her filll of adventurers. You won't be her meal yet, but that doesn't mean she can't save you for later.
She turns around, and her silky tail rolls over your form. The giant, fluffy tail strokes over your body, caressing you as it envelops you entirely. The world is obscured under the mass of fluff, and you're lifted up with ease, as if you weren't even there.
The sensation of being surrounded by soft fur would almost be a pleasant one if it didn't stink of her musk. It's nothing compared to her hole, but the lingering scent of skunk ass makes you shudder in disgust. (-15 will)
Your head is forced out of the tail, giving you an intimate view of her twitching asshole that consumed those poor players so long ago. You hear her chitter with glee as she wiggles her rump, taunting you with what will probably be your final destination before she walks off. While you tremble, stuck in a state of half-consciousness in her musky tail, the skunk gleefully trots off, happy to have had such a successful hunt today.
Time starts to cloud as you're taken away, your world a mess of foul-smelling fur for what feels like an hour as your captor goes about her business. By the time you're allowed to see the outside again, you're met with
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