Take the Box

"Just get this stuff off me!" You have surprisingly little trouble talking between your giggles.

"Now we're talking!" Flamedramon pours a bit of liquid on a paintbrush and wastes no time painting it on your feet. The stiff brustles tickle decidedly more than the goo, but it is over soon. He forcefully curls your massive feet downward to guide them into the box. "You still havn't gotten a good look at your new feet, have you?" His tone is eerily playful. You do not respond. "I think we can fix that."

Written by The Tickler

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