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Nack, Fang, weasel, sniper, wolf/jerboa… whatever the name, species, or title, Nack the Weasel/Fang the Sniper is one lovable critter. (Personally, I go with Nack the Weasel myself.) I always thought he looked cool and cute, even before I knew anything else about him. I’ve never played a game or read a comic he was in, but from what I’ve seen and heard, he’s easily one of my favorite Sonic characters. Nack’s boss fights in Triple Trouble were hilarious; between seeing him accidentally burn himself with a flame trap, bounce uncontrollably in a machine, and trip over his own feet running away, I almost feel like I’m looking at the Sonic equivalent of Wile E. Coyote. What I’ve seen of him in the comics is pretty great too; he’s a lovable greedy jerk, and seeing his sheer exasperation with Bean is hilarious! Definitely going to have to do the rest of Team Hooligan at some point (I’d love to know who in-universe came up with that name and why; I’d assume Nack, but given the name of his motorcycle, you’d think he’d come up with something more impressive.) I’m really hoping he gets to be in more games at some point, along with Bean and Bark.
There’s surprisingly little of this cutie in a trance; hopefully, this helps change that!
It had been a few days since Team Hooligan had gotten that call from Mordred Hood; the snake was as smug as ever, offering the “peasants” the “privilege” of serving their lord. Sally was becoming a bit of a problem in her hunt for him; if they could bring her in, dead or alive, they’d be handsomely rewarded! Nack had smirked, asking where exactly he’d be bringing her.
Apparently, there was a system of ancient waterways beneath Mystic Ruins. Hood had stumbled upon it, as he made a tactical retreat (the weasel rolled his eyes at that), and he’d be happy to send them directions to the entrance. Nack asked about payment, and upon hearing the figure, his smirk grew wider. They’d take it!
Final details were discussed: Sally should be somewhere in the Mystic Ruins, he could point them to where he last saw her, here were the directions, don’t disappoint! Nack hung up, cackling as he turned to his teammates; His Royal Hissy Fit was toast!
Much to everyone’s surprise, Sally had posted bounties for the remaining Egg Bosses; apparently, she’d take any help she could get in destroying the Eggman Empire. It turned out when you had access to a royal treasury, you could pay a whole lot of rings; more than Hood could or would ever pay anyone. The squirrel was too soft to refuse payment out of spite; the weasel would make a fortune, and he could rub it in that she had to rely on him! Who knew, he might get the chance to kidnap Sally, see who’d pay the most for her! He was definitely packing the tranq darts…
Unfortunately, it turned out the Marvelous Queen wasn’t made with the Mystic Ruins in mind; after three near-misses with everything from trees to rocks to rivers, Nack finally had to park his beloved bike. If anything happened to her, he was charging Sally extra for repairs; in the meantime, they were going to have to hoof it. How hard could it be? That purple idiot seemed to blunder through here just fine…
He really needed to stop asking himself that.
It turned out the Mystic Ruins were a nightmare to navigate. Footing was treacherous, everything looked the same, and the place was huge. Trying to get a map had been unsuccessful; Hood had scoffed, telling them to find it themselves, and there was nothing to be found online. Surprise surprise, no one wanted to spend time in here, except the giant purple cat, who THEY COULDN’T EVEN FIND! Seriously, how stealthy could you be with that description? He’d have been easy to sweet-talk, say they were trying to turn over a new leaf, and Sally had been nice enough to hire them, but they needed directions to this one part of the ruins, and maybe where she was?
Nack growled as he tripped over a tree root, falling flat on his face. Stupid jungle! How did anyone get around in here, anyway?!
Bark tapped him on the shoulder, and pointed up.
Nack’s jaw dropped as Bean swung overhead on a vine, happily cheering as he leapt to another. He could fly! He could fly! He was an airplane, and he didn’t even have his arms out! WHEEEE!!!
The weasel wasn’t sure what was weirder: whatever he was watching, or Bomb Mook actually having a good idea.
The duck laughed as he jumped between vines. You could see everything from up here! A river, the trail, that tree that looked bigger and big-
Bean smashed beak-first into the tree.
Nack facepalmed as Bark sighed in disappointment, giving the giggling, groaning duck a deadpan look. The polar bear helped up his boss, and then marched over to pry Bean loose. Grunting in exertion, Bark braced himself against the trunk; the duck was stuck tight, even his attempts to push himself free proving fruitless. With one final heave, Bean was freed from the tree…
And the tree was freed from the ground.
Team Hooligan watched in shock (or awe, in Bean’s case) as the tree flew backwards, roots tearing from the ground and leaving massive cracks in their place. The once-mighty oak smashed down with a bang, the earth beneath their feet shaking as it cracked yet further.
The trio had just enough time to look at each other and gulp before the ground gave way.
Team Hooligan screamed as they fell, clinging to each other for dear life as they neared the bottom. With a crash and a massive cloud of dust, the three hit the ground with enough force to embed themselves in it.
Nack groaned woozily as he pulled himself out of the hole. He was alive, somehow. Bomb Mook? Scarf Mook?
Bean and Bark each gave him a shaky thumbs-up.
Their boss growled. Great. Now that he knew they were alive, HE KNEW THERE WAS SOMEONE THERE TO YELL AT! THANKS TO THEM, THEY WERE ALL STUCK WHO-KNOWS-WHERE BECAUSE A BOMB-THROWING IDIOT THOUGHT HE WAS TARZAN AND A MEATHEADED MORON-
Bark pointed to something by Nack’s side, and the weasel turned to look. What was so important about a riv-
The weasel’s eyes went wide. Never mind, Bean and Bark were great! They’d actually found the ancient waterways! He’d just call Hood for directions to the entrance, and they’d have a quick way to get Sally down here!
Nack grabbed for his phone…
…and ended up with a fistful of fragments.
He glared at the remains of his phone before turning to his mooks. Either of their phones still work?
Bark promptly pulled two perfectly intact phones from his fur.
Bean jumped for joy; he knew asking Bark to hold his phone was a good idea! The guy was so big and soft, he was practically a mattress!
Nack’s eye twitched. If one of them didn’t hand him a phone in the next five seconds…
Bark passed him his, and Nack snatched it from his hands. Hey, “Lord”, they’d fallen into the waterway, mind telling them how to find the entrance?
The only response was mocking laughter as the snake hung up.
Nack stared at the phone in disbelief. That slithering little – HE WAS THE ONE WHO DID THE BETRAYING AROUND HERE!
Snarling in frustration, the weasel tossed Bark his phone and stormed off. Come on, they were finding their own way out! If they didn’t, Bean was bringing the place down on Hissy Fit’s head!
The duck’s eyes practically sparkled with anticipation.
An hour later, and Nack was about ready to let Bean start hurling bombs. The waterways had the same problem as the jungle above; too big and everything looked the same. The only reason he could even tell they weren’t going in circles was that he’d had Bean leave a trail of bombs, Bark blowing each one out after it was thrown. Leaning against a wall, the weasel let out a sigh. This was supposed to be easy money; he’d be on the Freedom Fighters’ side for once!
Instead, he and his mooks were stuck in a damp hole that… smelled like smoke?
Nack looked down to where Bean’s latest bomb was.
Where Bean’s latest lit bomb was.
Where the fuse touched the fur on his tail.
Nack yelped, jumping away from the wall; his tail was on fire! The weasel frantically ran towards the water, preparing to dip his tail in-
And tripped over a previous bomb.
Nack went flying into the water head-first, Bean and Bark grabbing for him a second too late. Their boss crashed into the opposite side, and was quickly swept away by the current.
Nack frantically swam with everything he had, trying to fight the current to no avail. This was stupid! He’d been in one fight after another, robbed person after person, come the closest out of anyone to killing Sonic, taken down his competition (served Nic right); he was not going to go out because some snob ditched him and his teammates were idiots! There had to be some way out of this!
He was not expecting the way out to look like a big snake offering his tail.
For a moment, he thought he was looking at Hood without his mechanical body, but the lack of a hood was obvious. Even if had been him he couldn’t care less; he could make that snake pay later, right now, he’d take any help he could get! Nack grabbed on, and the snake pulled him out.
The snake spoke up; was he all right? Here, he’d get him to safer ground.
The next thing Nack knew, a coil was wrapped around his waist, carrying him up onto a platform above. His feet touched ground, and the snake let him go.
The weasel thanked him as he shook himself off; he had no idea who he was, but he appreciated the save.
The snake chuckled; that made two of them! His name was Kaa, what was his?
Nack paused. Before he said anything, was Kaa in any way associated with the Freedom Fighters?
Kaa smiled. He’d like to think he was rather intimately acquainted with Sally and Big, but otherwise, no.
Nack smirked. Perfect! His name was Nack the Weasel. He didn’t like to brag, but he was kind of a big shot. Sally might have mentioned him?
She hadn’t, but Kaa had heard of him. It was hard to forget someone who brought a cork gun to a fight.
Nack growled. That was one or two times, and he’d upgraded since then! Anyways, between Eggman disappearing, Cassia and Clove switching sides, and the bounties on the Egg Bosses, he’d figured it was his chance to turn over a new leaf. He was having a heck of a time finding her, though.
Kaa chuckled. That wasn’t surprising. Last he’d heard, she was searching for Hood; she was probably down here somewhere. He didn’t know where she was, but he could help him find an exit, maybe put in a good word for him with Sally the next time he saw her!
Nack gleefully thanked him; he’d been so much help!
Kaa brushed it off. It was no problem, really! Though now that he’d met Nack, he had to ask: could he really bounce on his tail? He’d always found that idea fascinating.
The weasel smirked, his tail twisting behind him into the rough shape of a spring. He kicked back, his weight on his tail, and launched himself into the air. Nack landed effortlessly, his tail returning to its natural shape. How was that for an answer?
Kaa grinned. That was truly impressive! He doubted it could compare, but could he show him a trick of his own?
Nack shrugged. What the heck, he had time.
The snake smirked. Wonderful! Now, just look him in the eyes…
Nack’s jaw dropped as the snake’s eyes swirled with color. Ring after rainbow ring ran through his sight, his thoughts swept aside in a soft, fuzzy haze. It was like a weight had been lifted from his back; every trouble, every tiny aggravation seemed to melt away, beautiful colors taking their place. Kaa beckoned, and the weasel walked over with a smile, his pupils the size of pinpricks. A closer look only made it all better, Nack blissfully drooling as he stood face to face with the snake. A scaly tail slipped through his fur, sending shivers down his spine as it crept up his body. Soon enough, the weasel was wrapped from head to toe.
That was when the real pleasure started.
The snake’s body squeezed and stroked, scales pressing against fur in a massage that left the weasel panting and moaning for more. A tail scratching behind his ear had Nack’s own tail wagging furiously behind him. His tongue flopping out, his eyes colorful spirals, a blush on his face, Nack had never been happier in his life. Every touch was a thrill, every color bliss; no treasure, no amount of rings could compare to this! He felt so light, so carefree, so gooooooood….
The snake spoke again, and Nack’s ears perked up at the sound. He heard what a good job he’d done staring into the colors. How he’d earned a reward for being such a good weasel. How he could relax, his work finished, the snake freeing him from the burden of thought and free will. The weasel would carry on with a head full of colors, happily hypnotized and eager to serve the snake’s every need. Kaa would be his master, and Nack, his pet. Nack loved his master, obeying any command, and Master loved his pet, caring for him with all the colors, cuddles and praise he could ever ask for.
Nack gleefully agreed. Master and his colors were amazing! He’d be a good weasel, get Master anything he needed! He loved Master; a life with him would be heavenly!
A final tug on the neck, and with a PING! and a howl of ecstasy, Nack broke into the goofiest grin that had ever crossed his face.
Kaa chuckled as he stroked his pet’s cheek, the rainbow-eyed weasel happily leaning into it. He hadn’t expected Nack to be so cute; Hood’s description hadn’t exactly been flattering (then again, when was it ever?). He knew the cobra meant it as an insult, but he was right, this “riffraff” was perfect for him. He’d have to thank Hood later for his help.
He had to admit, Nack’s entrance had been a surprise, as had him being so easily hypnotized. Nack knew about Hood and his powers; Sally and Big did too, but them he’d caught off guard. He’d expected Nack to put up a bit more of a struggle, or at least look away; he wasn’t complaining, but either the weasel was surprisingly susceptible, or for someone who prided himself on backstabbing, Nack was surprisingly easy to trick.
Oh well, he could ask him later. Right now, he had an adorable weasel to cuddle.
Kaa leaned in close and gave Nack a kiss, earning a blissful sigh from the blushing weasel.
They were going to have so much fun together.
Nack, Fang, weasel, sniper, wolf/jerboa… whatever the name, species, or title, Nack the Weasel/Fang the Sniper is one lovable critter. (Personally, I go with Nack the Weasel myself.) I always thought he looked cool and cute, even before I knew anything else about him. I’ve never played a game or read a comic he was in, but from what I’ve seen and heard, he’s easily one of my favorite Sonic characters. Nack’s boss fights in Triple Trouble were hilarious; between seeing him accidentally burn himself with a flame trap, bounce uncontrollably in a machine, and trip over his own feet running away, I almost feel like I’m looking at the Sonic equivalent of Wile E. Coyote. What I’ve seen of him in the comics is pretty great too; he’s a lovable greedy jerk, and seeing his sheer exasperation with Bean is hilarious! Definitely going to have to do the rest of Team Hooligan at some point (I’d love to know who in-universe came up with that name and why; I’d assume Nack, but given the name of his motorcycle, you’d think he’d come up with something more impressive.) I’m really hoping he gets to be in more games at some point, along with Bean and Bark.
There’s surprisingly little of this cutie in a trance; hopefully, this helps change that!
It had been a few days since Team Hooligan had gotten that call from Mordred Hood; the snake was as smug as ever, offering the “peasants” the “privilege” of serving their lord. Sally was becoming a bit of a problem in her hunt for him; if they could bring her in, dead or alive, they’d be handsomely rewarded! Nack had smirked, asking where exactly he’d be bringing her.
Apparently, there was a system of ancient waterways beneath Mystic Ruins. Hood had stumbled upon it, as he made a tactical retreat (the weasel rolled his eyes at that), and he’d be happy to send them directions to the entrance. Nack asked about payment, and upon hearing the figure, his smirk grew wider. They’d take it!
Final details were discussed: Sally should be somewhere in the Mystic Ruins, he could point them to where he last saw her, here were the directions, don’t disappoint! Nack hung up, cackling as he turned to his teammates; His Royal Hissy Fit was toast!
Much to everyone’s surprise, Sally had posted bounties for the remaining Egg Bosses; apparently, she’d take any help she could get in destroying the Eggman Empire. It turned out when you had access to a royal treasury, you could pay a whole lot of rings; more than Hood could or would ever pay anyone. The squirrel was too soft to refuse payment out of spite; the weasel would make a fortune, and he could rub it in that she had to rely on him! Who knew, he might get the chance to kidnap Sally, see who’d pay the most for her! He was definitely packing the tranq darts…
Unfortunately, it turned out the Marvelous Queen wasn’t made with the Mystic Ruins in mind; after three near-misses with everything from trees to rocks to rivers, Nack finally had to park his beloved bike. If anything happened to her, he was charging Sally extra for repairs; in the meantime, they were going to have to hoof it. How hard could it be? That purple idiot seemed to blunder through here just fine…
He really needed to stop asking himself that.
It turned out the Mystic Ruins were a nightmare to navigate. Footing was treacherous, everything looked the same, and the place was huge. Trying to get a map had been unsuccessful; Hood had scoffed, telling them to find it themselves, and there was nothing to be found online. Surprise surprise, no one wanted to spend time in here, except the giant purple cat, who THEY COULDN’T EVEN FIND! Seriously, how stealthy could you be with that description? He’d have been easy to sweet-talk, say they were trying to turn over a new leaf, and Sally had been nice enough to hire them, but they needed directions to this one part of the ruins, and maybe where she was?
Nack growled as he tripped over a tree root, falling flat on his face. Stupid jungle! How did anyone get around in here, anyway?!
Bark tapped him on the shoulder, and pointed up.
Nack’s jaw dropped as Bean swung overhead on a vine, happily cheering as he leapt to another. He could fly! He could fly! He was an airplane, and he didn’t even have his arms out! WHEEEE!!!
The weasel wasn’t sure what was weirder: whatever he was watching, or Bomb Mook actually having a good idea.
The duck laughed as he jumped between vines. You could see everything from up here! A river, the trail, that tree that looked bigger and big-
Bean smashed beak-first into the tree.
Nack facepalmed as Bark sighed in disappointment, giving the giggling, groaning duck a deadpan look. The polar bear helped up his boss, and then marched over to pry Bean loose. Grunting in exertion, Bark braced himself against the trunk; the duck was stuck tight, even his attempts to push himself free proving fruitless. With one final heave, Bean was freed from the tree…
And the tree was freed from the ground.
Team Hooligan watched in shock (or awe, in Bean’s case) as the tree flew backwards, roots tearing from the ground and leaving massive cracks in their place. The once-mighty oak smashed down with a bang, the earth beneath their feet shaking as it cracked yet further.
The trio had just enough time to look at each other and gulp before the ground gave way.
Team Hooligan screamed as they fell, clinging to each other for dear life as they neared the bottom. With a crash and a massive cloud of dust, the three hit the ground with enough force to embed themselves in it.
Nack groaned woozily as he pulled himself out of the hole. He was alive, somehow. Bomb Mook? Scarf Mook?
Bean and Bark each gave him a shaky thumbs-up.
Their boss growled. Great. Now that he knew they were alive, HE KNEW THERE WAS SOMEONE THERE TO YELL AT! THANKS TO THEM, THEY WERE ALL STUCK WHO-KNOWS-WHERE BECAUSE A BOMB-THROWING IDIOT THOUGHT HE WAS TARZAN AND A MEATHEADED MORON-
Bark pointed to something by Nack’s side, and the weasel turned to look. What was so important about a riv-
The weasel’s eyes went wide. Never mind, Bean and Bark were great! They’d actually found the ancient waterways! He’d just call Hood for directions to the entrance, and they’d have a quick way to get Sally down here!
Nack grabbed for his phone…
…and ended up with a fistful of fragments.
He glared at the remains of his phone before turning to his mooks. Either of their phones still work?
Bark promptly pulled two perfectly intact phones from his fur.
Bean jumped for joy; he knew asking Bark to hold his phone was a good idea! The guy was so big and soft, he was practically a mattress!
Nack’s eye twitched. If one of them didn’t hand him a phone in the next five seconds…
Bark passed him his, and Nack snatched it from his hands. Hey, “Lord”, they’d fallen into the waterway, mind telling them how to find the entrance?
The only response was mocking laughter as the snake hung up.
Nack stared at the phone in disbelief. That slithering little – HE WAS THE ONE WHO DID THE BETRAYING AROUND HERE!
Snarling in frustration, the weasel tossed Bark his phone and stormed off. Come on, they were finding their own way out! If they didn’t, Bean was bringing the place down on Hissy Fit’s head!
The duck’s eyes practically sparkled with anticipation.
An hour later, and Nack was about ready to let Bean start hurling bombs. The waterways had the same problem as the jungle above; too big and everything looked the same. The only reason he could even tell they weren’t going in circles was that he’d had Bean leave a trail of bombs, Bark blowing each one out after it was thrown. Leaning against a wall, the weasel let out a sigh. This was supposed to be easy money; he’d be on the Freedom Fighters’ side for once!
Instead, he and his mooks were stuck in a damp hole that… smelled like smoke?
Nack looked down to where Bean’s latest bomb was.
Where Bean’s latest lit bomb was.
Where the fuse touched the fur on his tail.
Nack yelped, jumping away from the wall; his tail was on fire! The weasel frantically ran towards the water, preparing to dip his tail in-
And tripped over a previous bomb.
Nack went flying into the water head-first, Bean and Bark grabbing for him a second too late. Their boss crashed into the opposite side, and was quickly swept away by the current.
Nack frantically swam with everything he had, trying to fight the current to no avail. This was stupid! He’d been in one fight after another, robbed person after person, come the closest out of anyone to killing Sonic, taken down his competition (served Nic right); he was not going to go out because some snob ditched him and his teammates were idiots! There had to be some way out of this!
He was not expecting the way out to look like a big snake offering his tail.
For a moment, he thought he was looking at Hood without his mechanical body, but the lack of a hood was obvious. Even if had been him he couldn’t care less; he could make that snake pay later, right now, he’d take any help he could get! Nack grabbed on, and the snake pulled him out.
The snake spoke up; was he all right? Here, he’d get him to safer ground.
The next thing Nack knew, a coil was wrapped around his waist, carrying him up onto a platform above. His feet touched ground, and the snake let him go.
The weasel thanked him as he shook himself off; he had no idea who he was, but he appreciated the save.
The snake chuckled; that made two of them! His name was Kaa, what was his?
Nack paused. Before he said anything, was Kaa in any way associated with the Freedom Fighters?
Kaa smiled. He’d like to think he was rather intimately acquainted with Sally and Big, but otherwise, no.
Nack smirked. Perfect! His name was Nack the Weasel. He didn’t like to brag, but he was kind of a big shot. Sally might have mentioned him?
She hadn’t, but Kaa had heard of him. It was hard to forget someone who brought a cork gun to a fight.
Nack growled. That was one or two times, and he’d upgraded since then! Anyways, between Eggman disappearing, Cassia and Clove switching sides, and the bounties on the Egg Bosses, he’d figured it was his chance to turn over a new leaf. He was having a heck of a time finding her, though.
Kaa chuckled. That wasn’t surprising. Last he’d heard, she was searching for Hood; she was probably down here somewhere. He didn’t know where she was, but he could help him find an exit, maybe put in a good word for him with Sally the next time he saw her!
Nack gleefully thanked him; he’d been so much help!
Kaa brushed it off. It was no problem, really! Though now that he’d met Nack, he had to ask: could he really bounce on his tail? He’d always found that idea fascinating.
The weasel smirked, his tail twisting behind him into the rough shape of a spring. He kicked back, his weight on his tail, and launched himself into the air. Nack landed effortlessly, his tail returning to its natural shape. How was that for an answer?
Kaa grinned. That was truly impressive! He doubted it could compare, but could he show him a trick of his own?
Nack shrugged. What the heck, he had time.
The snake smirked. Wonderful! Now, just look him in the eyes…
Nack’s jaw dropped as the snake’s eyes swirled with color. Ring after rainbow ring ran through his sight, his thoughts swept aside in a soft, fuzzy haze. It was like a weight had been lifted from his back; every trouble, every tiny aggravation seemed to melt away, beautiful colors taking their place. Kaa beckoned, and the weasel walked over with a smile, his pupils the size of pinpricks. A closer look only made it all better, Nack blissfully drooling as he stood face to face with the snake. A scaly tail slipped through his fur, sending shivers down his spine as it crept up his body. Soon enough, the weasel was wrapped from head to toe.
That was when the real pleasure started.
The snake’s body squeezed and stroked, scales pressing against fur in a massage that left the weasel panting and moaning for more. A tail scratching behind his ear had Nack’s own tail wagging furiously behind him. His tongue flopping out, his eyes colorful spirals, a blush on his face, Nack had never been happier in his life. Every touch was a thrill, every color bliss; no treasure, no amount of rings could compare to this! He felt so light, so carefree, so gooooooood….
The snake spoke again, and Nack’s ears perked up at the sound. He heard what a good job he’d done staring into the colors. How he’d earned a reward for being such a good weasel. How he could relax, his work finished, the snake freeing him from the burden of thought and free will. The weasel would carry on with a head full of colors, happily hypnotized and eager to serve the snake’s every need. Kaa would be his master, and Nack, his pet. Nack loved his master, obeying any command, and Master loved his pet, caring for him with all the colors, cuddles and praise he could ever ask for.
Nack gleefully agreed. Master and his colors were amazing! He’d be a good weasel, get Master anything he needed! He loved Master; a life with him would be heavenly!
A final tug on the neck, and with a PING! and a howl of ecstasy, Nack broke into the goofiest grin that had ever crossed his face.
Kaa chuckled as he stroked his pet’s cheek, the rainbow-eyed weasel happily leaning into it. He hadn’t expected Nack to be so cute; Hood’s description hadn’t exactly been flattering (then again, when was it ever?). He knew the cobra meant it as an insult, but he was right, this “riffraff” was perfect for him. He’d have to thank Hood later for his help.
He had to admit, Nack’s entrance had been a surprise, as had him being so easily hypnotized. Nack knew about Hood and his powers; Sally and Big did too, but them he’d caught off guard. He’d expected Nack to put up a bit more of a struggle, or at least look away; he wasn’t complaining, but either the weasel was surprisingly susceptible, or for someone who prided himself on backstabbing, Nack was surprisingly easy to trick.
Oh well, he could ask him later. Right now, he had an adorable weasel to cuddle.
Kaa leaned in close and gave Nack a kiss, earning a blissful sigh from the blushing weasel.
They were going to have so much fun together.
Category All / Hypnosis
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