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Unexpected Attractions Pandora wondered for the hundredth time what had possessed her to try to cross the old rope bridge. It had obviously been decaying, unused for years, and it was difficult enough for a foxtaur to cross even in the best of conditions.
Yet here she was, broken ropes tangling a foreleg, her hind legs slipped between the rungs, her weight basically on just one dangerously creaking rope, while her balance was barely maintained by hanging on to another overhead rope with her hands.
Try as she might, she could not get her paws into a position to regain footing to continue across what remained of the bridge without overbalancing and toppling into the rapids that were swirling noisily below her. However, her arms were trembling now from the effort of maintaining her tenuous hold, and it would not be long now before she would be unable to hold on any more.
As all the previous times, the only thing that she heard above the noise of the rapids was a faint echo from the walls of the gorge. She felt her tired fingers slipping on the rope, and no longer had the energy to regain their grip for the thousandth time.
This time she thought she glimpsed a head but had missed seeing more as her eyes had followed the line. After a brief moment, it sailed out again, this time landing roughly on her shoulders.
You can manage that much! She barely got the first hand back before the other slipped, then dropped the weary arm for half a second before she raised it tremblingly to slip it through the loop.
She immediately felt the rope pulled taut. Try to grab the line if you can! If she had not been so exhausted, she was not sure if she could have relinquished it so readily, but she no longer had the energy to do otherwise.
For a brief moment, she flew through the air above the water before crashing into the side of the gorge. Fortunately her legs were able to brace for impact, although the slightly less than perfectly straight swing meant that she might have some sore ankles later.
Right now though she was wondering if her rescuer could manage to haul her up. Although hers was a smaller breed of foxtaur than average, she knew she still weighed a lot more than could be easily lifted. She felt herself being lifted, then there was a pause and another lift. In this manner, she was brought up to the lip of the gorge.
Her arms finally regained enough strength to help out, and she grabbed the line and started scrabbling with her legs to gain even a small amount of purchase on the steep sides.
Abruptly she was over the side and sprawled safely on the bank, and for several seconds she panted and trembled in relief and tiredness.
Eventually she raised her eyes to look at her rescuer. She was surprised to see that he was a human. The only things at all out of average were the strikingly blue eyes that regarded her with concern.
Whom have I got to thank? She was foxtaur vixen with strongly orange fur. Like many foxtaurs, she had white fur running down from her throat, between her breasts and over the stomach, then between her forelegs and covering her lower belly.
There was one other feature that drew his eyes though, and that was her heaving bust. As was common with foxtaur vixens, she wore no top, and the breasts that rose and fell as she panted were plainly visible, and obviously very ample, at least an E-cup or more if he was any judge.
Tearing his gaze from the hypnotic sight, he met her green eyes and realised that she knew that he had been staring. He hastened to get her mind off it anyway. Pandora said, "I was stupid. Why on Earth did you try?
Were you in that much of a hurry? Something told me that I should cross this bridge even though it looked unsafe, and I stupidly did so. Then one of the rungs broke, followed by one of the hand ropes when my weight was thrown onto it.
I barely managed to hang onto the other, and that was where I was stuck until you came along. I lost track of the time I spent hanging there calling for help that I thought would never come because this is such isolated country.
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Pandora wondered for the hundredth time what had possessed her to try to cross the old rope bridge. It had obviously been decaying, unused for years, and it was difficult enough for a foxtaur to cross even in the best of conditions.
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