Brian laid inert, thinking about his situation. Each bumping of his environment simply reaffirmed it; he was up a vixen's rear end. He hadn't thought of waste until now, and remarked at how clean it was... but then, there was no telling what lay further in. Despite that, however, he didn't feel much better about it; he was up an ass, he wasn't going to hop about and clap with joy just because he wasn't buried in crap as well.
Squirming, he tried to get free. He was surrounded on every side, and the more he moved, the tighter the constricting walls became. He managed to curl into a ball and turn himself, though with no light, he didn't know whether he'd turned to the exit or completely around... fortunately though, his hand felt a blockage soon enough. Backing himself up with his elbows, he rammed the end as hard as he could. Nothing. Sliding back, then forward again, his fist just barely poked through a wrinkly bit. Not wasting any time, he dug in and forced his other arm through, and the rest of him sloiped through promptly. He could just barely see daylight through fuzzy tufts when he heard a lilting, mirthful voice. "Ah, you don't care for the accomodation?" Brian felt his torso squeezed, and hard. "Well, I'm sorry to say that it's all that's available... and you don't have a choice, little one. You never asked for permission to enter my house, and so I won't ask your permission for this. Toodles!" On her last word, Brian soon felt himself being drawn back in quickly by rippling rectal muscles...
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