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The skunkbear growls, angry that a human such as yourself doesn't seem to know your place, even after being coated in his spray. He decides a punishment is in order, to make sure you know just where you belong.
The beast leans back, forcing you to the ground as his rear slams down on your face, smothering you up to your legs under his massive butt. He wasted no time showing his dominance over you in his own disgusting way, blasting you with a seemingly endless supply of farts, each smelling worse than the last. You try your best to struggle, but you can't make a dent against the tonnes of skunkbear ass bearing down on you.
By the time he's finished, you've been gassed nearly to the point of passing out. Your mind is reeling from the beast's flatulence, and your legs twitch reflexively as he lets out one final, light fart before standing up to admire his handiwork.
The skunkbear isn't finished there. He lifts up a leg, and casually relieves himself onto you, letting out a steady stream of piss that coats your entire body, adding just a little more of his scent to your stench-covered, limp form.
The last thing you hear before passing out it the skunkbear
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