A Running Kick?

"Hmmmm. Just pushing you isn't doing anything... Maybe I'm not using enough force?" you think aloud. "Maybe I should just give you a running push..."

"I dunno..." Quinn says. "That sounds like it might hurt..."

"It might be the only way to get you inside, though..." you argue. "Don't you want inside?"

"Yeah, but... Fine. Do it." She sighs. "It's gonna hurt..."

"Probably, but you'll be unstuck."

You get up, and step a few yards away from Quinn, "aim" yourself, then step back a few more yards. Having aligned yourself with the target, you spring into action, your foot rocketing toward her rear end.

The two collide. Quinn yelps in a mixture of shock and pain, and begins to whimper. It worked, though; she popped right on through.

Quinn is laying on her gut, dazed. You walk over to her, and try to help her up onto all fours. You're surprised that there's enough room in the cave for a creature of her girth.

"Are you alright?" you ask, already half-certain of the answer.

"Not really, but thanks for getting me unstuck..."

"You're welcome. So, shall we look for this supposed hoard of food?"

She perks up a bit.

"Yeah, that sounds good." Her tail wags a bit. Truly, hers is a one-track mind. She sniffs the air. "I smell it. It smells like cured meat. And some cheese."

"I hope this'll be worth it for you..."

"Oh, it will. We can share it."

Well, you're getting a meal out of this, at least. Maybe you'll find some bread; you could make a sandwich.

You venture farther into the cave...

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