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>the owl's eyes were blank, cold, dead. the incineroar was ravishing more than just it's body, he was raping her very soul
>the tiger's movements grew erratic, fast. he was about to orgasm
>he let out a massive, ear splitting groan, as he impregnated the owl. he left quite a mess on the prized, centuries old table, but that wasn't his problem
>better yet, the owl was not a virgin anymore. the father either had to show the now pregnant owl the door, and let her fend for herself, or let her live with him, as is the christian way, and be prepared for another mouth to feed, as she certainly couldn't be a nun anymore, not with the loss of her virginity
>the incineroar let out a satisfied sigh. the damage was done, he did what he came to do. the nuns were dead, and the father was broken, the message has been delivered. the now still owl was a bonus, she wouldn't forget about him anytime soon, either
>Incineroar started laughing, as he turned for the door
>"This is what complete loss feels like. Get used to it, nobody can beat the champ of VGC"
>"Well, that was fun", thought incineroar as he left behind the now burning monastery
>For the monastery, it might have been the end. For Incineroar, it was tuesday
