[After making sure that Arty is all good to go, no need to step aside for certain musclebeast business or that his udder is sore, Darkleer crouches down besides him. He takes great care in positioning himself; he doesn't want to be in the wrong place and make Arty kick out from discomfort or something. Once he's certain of himself, he takes in a deep breath and begins to slowly... slowly... slowly lift the musclebeast up.]
[Once he has Arty off the ground, then he starts to lift with his legs, raising his companion higher up the more he goes. Soon enough- hot damn, that sure is a lifted up musclebeast being held of his head! Darkleer's muscles are flexing STRONGLY and there are bits of sweat dripping down his jaw and throat.]
[Normally this would be a lot easier for him, but still, he can do it.]
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[After making sure that Arty is all good to go, no need to step aside for certain musclebeast business or that his udder is sore, Darkleer crouches down besides him. He takes great care in positioning himself; he doesn't want to be in the wrong place and make Arty kick out from discomfort or something. Once he's certain of himself, he takes in a deep breath and begins to slowly... slowly... slowly lift the musclebeast up.]
[Once he has Arty off the ground, then he starts to lift with his legs, raising his companion higher up the more he goes. Soon enough- hot damn, that sure is a lifted up musclebeast being held of his head! Darkleer's muscles are flexing STRONGLY and there are bits of sweat dripping down his jaw and throat.]
[Normally this would be a lot easier for him, but still, he can do it.]