[color=hotpink][h1]Caora Uan Artzain[/h1][/color]

Whilst Caora was busy trying to wrench Daimyon and Cyrus' arms out of their sockets, he didn't realise he had a secret admirer until it was too late. He barely had time to turn around before he was pressed into a soft pillowy pit of doom.

Everything went dark. It was soft and warm, but hard to breathe. But no matter how hard the poor boy tried to disentangle himself, he was held firmly in place by a very loud and stupidly strong set of arms. His desperate pleas for help and mercy were stolen away, leaving him helpless.

As he struggled, he heard a voice. It was soft and welcoming, with a distinctly English accent.
[color=silver]"Hello, Caora."[/color]

H-huh? Who was there, he wondered, and what did the want with his face?

[color=silver]"Come play with us, Caora~"[/color] whispered another voice, similar to the first but ever so slightly different.

So there were two things holding him here? Were the sharing him? And what game did they want to play? Not this one, he hoped. It was way too sore.

The voices spoke in unison. [color=silver]"Play with us, Caora. Play with us forever and ever and ever~"[/color]

He didn't want to play. He certainly didnt want to play forever. Who wanted to play the same game forever and ever? Booo-ring!

Just as it looked like all hope was lost, the monster that had snagged him decided to let go. The little trap staggered backwards, taking big breaths to recover from the big breasts.
When his breathing was steady, he got a good look at his assailant. It wasn't a monster at all! It was...

[color=hotpink]"Boobie Lady!?"[/color] he gasped girlishly. Why was she trying to hurt him? Had he made her upset? He didn't mean to! He hadn't even said anything to her! And yet she had big red cheeks and her teeth were showing, a bit like how Uncle looked when he was angry. 

[color=hotpink]"Wh-why would you d-do that to me..?"[/color] he whimpered sadly, with big wet eyes and a trembling little pout. He looked so hurt, but also incredibly adorable. It was the sort of look that could have made Ted Bundy feel bad.

Not far away from the Cleavage Killer was a, I kid you not, an actual MUMMY standing there! The mummy spoke strangely - it pressed a tape recorder thing that said its words for it, instead of using its words. It seemed far more interested in the Mammaried Mutilator than he, so he chose to gave it a wide berth. You could never be too careful with Mummies. Anubis wouldn't be too happy if someone messes with his creation.

Looking over the Pillowy Punisher's shoulder, he caught sight of a girl leaning against the wall. She was... Feather Pen, if memory served him right. The one that the bear said was made of plastic? Yeah, definitely good Ol' Feather Pen! She looked lonely, being by herself. Maybe he could say hi?

Or, more importantly, he could go see if she was ACTUALLY made of plastic. That sounded cool!

He skipped past the Tittied Terror and pranced up to Quill. For a second he stopped and just looked really hard at her. She didn't LOOK like she was made of plastic. But he couldn't be sure. Only one way to find out!

*Boop*

[color=hotpink]"The Teddy lied. You aren't made of plastic at all"[/color] he thought out loud, almost disappointed at the discovery.
Capra's finger was gently pressed against the tip of Quill's nose. It stayed there a while whilst he tried to determine if it was skin or material. It seemed to be the former.

He cocked his head and looked up at her, puzzled. If she wasn't made of plastic, why did the Teddy say she was? Did he not know? That seemed silly to just think she was plastic, didn't it?

[color=hotpink]"Maybe he thought no one could be that pretty and be real?"[/color] he questioned innocently.

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