Turning around, you gasp at the sight of the titanic Dusk Lycanroc towering over you. Her back was turned towards you, and her tail was raised, presenting you with a view of the twin round orbs that was her butt cheeks, as well as her pink pucker. No sooner did your dumbfounded brain realize this did you register that they were descending like fat meteors.
You turn to run, but you barely make it a step before they make contact, pancaking you between the fat orb and the ground with a squish. The Lycanroc sighed and ground her rump to better get comfortable, grinding you against the ground. You groan, expecting to be reduced to a red smear at any moment, but luckily she stopped, leaving you flattened by her titanic tushy with a delicious squish...
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