As you watch your combusken kick the tree you can't help but stare at combuskens taloned feet kicking the tree, chipping off some bark with every kick. Your feeling of arousment grows as the slight breze carries the scent of combusken's feet towards you. But you start to feel something else, something odd other than your arousment...
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