Pull your Muzzle Out

A few minutes later, the euphoria of your "situation" begins to wear off as you both begin to remember what got you there: You were trying to escape. Besides, Hymalaia's rear provides absolutely no oxygen at all, and it's getting a bit hard to breathe.

"Uhhhhhh... Hymalaia... I think I gotta get out now..." you mumble, trying to preserve what little air you have left. "We gotta leave..."

"Yeah, I know... To tell the truth, I'm starting to chafe..." Hymalaia says sheepishly.

"Alright, then... I guess I'll pull my muzzle out, now..."

You begin to pull yourself out, and...

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