Mosh was panting slightly, leaning against the wall, his body exausted from the rough treatment he had been put through since that dragon fox had captured him last week. He was weak and hungry, shivering slightly and crying as he was raped by the tentacles that had formed after his paws were caught. He collapsed as the latex tentacles were pulled out, his legs giving out, but he was held in place by his arms. He wimpered slightly before he started to wonder why it had finally stopped, and what was going on.