Talk:Manticore/@comment-26115871-20151111213352/@comment-25808351-20151111223208

"Because you asked politely, you have my consent to not have my consent to rape. Now that I think about it, I always wanted to be with a Manticore!" I said. Her shyness extends even further. She carefully takes off my clothes so they're not dirtied or torn, unlike her compatriots. While trying to remove my belt, her eyes are fixed on the ground, face bright red and paws shaking uncontrollably.

Her big ol paws having a hard time trying to work my belt off. The other Manticores have stop raping my friends as they watch her fumble nervously with my waist. Snickers and giggles can be heard from the other Manties. Embarrassed, she asks for help. While I almost die from cuteness overload.