Huh,

R.i.p. Fallen angel.

👍

Well, thank goodness you're keepin' cool.

Shit, speakin' of, wanna share some ice cream with me?

Ayyy, nice

Well, assuming Gus would- being a big bad barbarian and all;

...actually, perhaps the details are best mentioned elsewhere. The knight would likely find herself humiliated, repeatedly over the course of a few sticky, dirty hours in the dirt.

As mating rituals usualy go, of course.

"Mh..."

"Eh sure, why not?"

It takes a few minutes, but eventually- a text is returned.

📲: "Well shit, I'll bring some booze over. Gimme a bit."

"Hm... what would I do..."

"..eh, bigger than what?"

"Say ah, you trust me- right?"

Much as the giant zebra would love to find himself and this.. equally naked princess egress from their cage, a tingle in his loins, and his hands, have other plans.

"Escape eh.. yeah. Might just have an idea for that-"

With a snort, a pair of grand arms pull peach down to him- chest to chest.

Hell yeah. 😎