Uncertain but hopeful, she grabbed her fanny pack. Stepping outside, still dripping wet and naked but for her squishy tennis shoes, her eyes blinked as they adjusted to the bright sunshine.
He stood, towering over her, then reached down and scooped her up, depositing on her stomach over his shoulder. His paw remained firmly on her ass and he started to move with long, powerful strides. As she bounced along, her still wet hair hanging down, her breasts rubbing against the fur of his back, she tried to twist her head to get an idea of the surroundings. It was difficult and disorienting looking at the world basically upside down.
She couldn’t keep track of how long he walked but after what she thought was about 15 minutes. He stopped and shrugged her off. To her relief, she found herself at the car park, her SUV just a few steps away. She fumbled to unzip the fanny pack to retrieve her keys. Then she turned back to where the creature had been, but he had already disappeared.
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