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Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and bulbasaur giant plush. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “bulbasaur giant plush” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see bulbasaur giant plush come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “bulbasaur giant plush, bulbasaur giant plush, fuck, bulbasaur giant plush!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “bulbasaur giant plush” release.