"Help!"
Amarena started awake as she heard the call coming from somewhere nearby.
What had happened? What was happening?
A rush of memory hit her.
"That bitch!" she growled. If she'd been fresh, Amarena would have never let herself get trapped like that. She would have instantly gone into war form and-
"Someone" "fucking" "help me!" Stella let out a moaning scream, her voice staggering at odd intervals.
Sparing a quick look at the light coming in through the window past the curtains, Amarena saw it was either afternoon or high morning before she crunched to a stand and started stomping her way down into the basement.
Before she even saw Stella, the smells of sex wafted into her.
It was rather expected for anything having to do with the strangeling who was, if Amarena was being honest, even lewder than most cubi.
But what she saw when she arrived was anything but expected.
Her jaw dropped.
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