Luna contemplates her choice for a moment, wondering if exposing a living creature to her rear end would be too inhumane.
"No," she decides, "the only way to stop a foul creature is with a foul smell. So hang on there, little guy, and wait until you get a whiff of this!"
With fear in your eyes, you are pulled towards a dark, damp cavern of fabric and flesh which is Luna's pants pulled back from her ample butt cheeks.
"Sweet dreams, Zimboggler!" Luna cries before dropping you. You land....
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