With a small but prudentr, Glaceon takes pressure on his butt's sphincter. His cheeks, like two nodyguards waiting for the star for get out of the limo, a combined ammount of food now mixed on a bunch of intestinal clouds reaches the rear-end, making it's way out and disturbing the peace that every molecule or living being could feel if it was close to Glaceon's rear-end.
After a small relief when the whole gas got out of him, he took his chin relaxed again om the pillow, taking back his sleep cycle... But, meanwhile of his backside, the smelly monster gets close to Glaceon's front, the gift his inside will give to him: a cake of putrid berries, will make him give a reaction.
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