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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Sayaka Miyoshi :
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on the matted,
malodorous furs. He grasped Sayaka's foot, ran a filthily-clawed hand
down the lissome length of Sayaka's leg, stroked the thigh, pinched Sayaka's
buttock.
`Okay, get the hell out.' he growled to Kargoon and Bargeld, who
cowered near the doorway. Kargoon tugged at the collar of his
tunic, and said imprecariously,
`May I remind my Lord that the duration of this enchantment is
limited to the space of one hour, after which the original form
will-'
`GET OUT! OUT OUT OUT!' Gargamon bellowed, throwing a pillow at
the pair, wishing he had something a bit more weighty, like a mace.
They ducked, fleeing the Private Chambers. The Troll King returned
his hungry attention to the pseudo-elf-maiden, drooling slightly.
`What do you suppose will happen when the hour is up?' Bargeld
said, holding up a pair of his fur leggings, regarding them and then
tossing them aside.
`I imagine Sayaka Miyoshi 'll resume Sayaka's human form, with a resulting d
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