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// Later 
// Story: Mongolian Horse Friction 
// by Admiral Biscuit 
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You wake up in a tree.  You must have been there for a while; there's a bird's nest on your head. A literal, actual bird's nest, with a slightly peeved blue jay in it. You're also still naked.

Cloud Chaser is also in the tree.  She's sprawled out along a branch, flat on her back, her tail dangling down below her.

You lean over and lick her again.