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Princess Fairytale!

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Yoshi genuinely felt like he was gonna die.

He did not know just how far south he'd traveled, or how long it had been since he'd started, but he instantly regretting going this direct. It was hot everywhere, of course, because of the summer heat, but he had NEVER felt anything like this. There wasn't even a single blade of green grass in sight.

Or maybe there was, and the hallucinations were so bad that he'd begun to genuinely belive he was in hell.

He stumbled as he walked, weak from heat sickness, and ended up tripping over a rock. Landing unceremoniusly on his face.

—and unfortunelty, he did not get back up.

He was alive, concious — but did not bother getting back up.

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Yoshiro was practically nodding in and out of consciousness by this point. The intense heat of the sun made his head throb against the walls of his skull. His tongue felt like it was stuck to the roof of his mouth with glue. So dry – so thirsty. He was basically no better than a piece of meat left to burn on a skillet. Yet despite it feeling like he was holding on by a thread, his blurred vision made out the slightest blur of movement. It was a shadow in contrast to the reds and sepias of the desert, and they smelled floral. Feminine.

They-

Oh, alright. She started poking him now.

A single hindfoot would twitch every time she did, and it was starting to get annoying. Hmmmmmgggghhhhh…. He weakly protested with his cheek still pressed against the floor, which came out as more of a low, drawn out whimper than anything.

Eventually, he used whatever bit of strength was left within him to kick himself off his belly and roll onto his side instead. Thankfully, the mystery visitor stopped poking the shit out of him (it was starting to hurt) and now he had a better view of the shadowy woman before him. I…….you……n-no… He attempted to speak between deep breaths.

W-water….I can’t find any water….

Yoshiro didn't know what to expect, really. She had sounded optimistic, that much he could see from his blurred vision as he lie on his side. Melting within the sand beds, the granules searing his already hot skin. She'd left not too soon after, and Yoshi had thought he'd given up on him — well, he supposed that meant he'd have to drag himself out of here, he thought with a hopeless whimper. Yet a shadow casted over his simpered form once more, and not even the weakness in his body could stop the curiosity of his turning head.

She had returned, with….something in her mouth?

Mumbling something incoherent, yet his gaze traveled to her tightly pressed together lips. Where droplets of water dripped from them. W…..wait a second….miss-! Was she about to spit on him!? Yoshi's forelimbs weakly guarded his face — he would much rather die of dehydration than to be spit on by a random stranger. Yet what happened next, funny enough, was just as bad as that.

His limbs were forcefully removed from his face as her paws pressed against his shoulders, and suddenly she'd been hovering over him. Without warning or so much as a mercy from what ever god that was surely watching from the skies and laughing at him right now, her lips practically crashed against his. His eyes widened, then began watering as water was then sprayed down his throat. HMNGFF-! He flailed, and by the time she was done, he twisted onto his forelimbs. Coughing. Wheezing. Hacking. The water went down too fast down his throat.

A forelimb pressed against his lips.

His stomach began to hurt.

And then it happened — his cheeks would blow up. Throwing up the water and everything he'd managed to catch and eat today. It all came out in one smelly, acidic mess against the sands. If he wasn't already humiliated enough, then this probably took the cake.