It's Gotten Clean Away

You run in the direction you think the shoplifter went for several minutes, but it's no use - he's obviously on some kind of motorized vehicle, and jaguars, especially anthropomorphic ones, just aren't built for distance running. After a few minutes, you collapse to the ground, gasping, your side aching. At least you can take some comfort in the fact that once he sells the thing, he'll be in the same fix as you.

Then, a short while later, the pawnbroker-turned-male-were-jaguar shows up. Great, you think, just what I needed. He sits down next to you and gently caresses you with his tail, but you're too tired to do anything about it. "Oh," he says, "you really wore yourself out, didn't you? Well, don't worry - I'll protect you while you get your energy back." He gets comfortable and proceeds to stare lovingly at your breasts as they heave in time with your gasping breaths.

Well, this is just GREAT, you think. You can smell his arousal, and the worst part is that it's turning you on - how are you ever going to find the amulet if this guy keeps distracting you?

Written by nothingsp

The shopkeeper starts putting the moves on you...

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