081413 #worm Pnanyl breaks their fall, as she always does. She gives out a plump Oof! as Pudob bounds against her, already slick with cool, gritty mud. He pumps toward her, but she tenses, and rolls out of his reach. His questing tongue finds only mud. She scrambles astride his back. She smiles a violin smile; runs her bow along his keening spine. Suddenly liquid, she pours forward across his back. Her plush breasts comfort his weary shoulders. She arches into him, catlike, curve for curve. The sun freezes the moment as a single dragonfly, mother-of-pearl tinged with amber, lights upon her upraised ass.