The Ninetales scrunches her face as she hears the patronizing words being offered to her. Treated like nothing more than a common meal? This bat will pay for her disrespect, for the fox bows to no other! With all the power in her thick, prey-infused legs, the Ninetales kicks upward and connects with the bat's chest! Her paws sink deeply into the padded squish of the Noivern's breasts, and then... nothing happens. They sink back outward, the Noivern's impressive bust having completely absorbed the impact!
"Ooh, naughty girl... That did feel rather nice, though..."
Shit! The bat's squish kept her from moving anywhere! Desperately the fox plants both front paws on the Noivern's fatty ass and pushes with all her might... slowly pulling her face out of the hole, the oppressive rump sliding upward, she can feel the weight being lifted off of her, and then--
Fwhomp. The Noivern lets her ass drop on the fox again, squeezing her face right back up her tailhole to where it was before, plus a little more as her ass gives an eager pulse to draw the Ninetales upward. The fox's ears fold backwards as the bat's plump cheeks threaten to engulf them, and the last thing she can hear is--
"Mmh, you silly fox. You want to be swallowed by my rump so badly? Well, I suppose I can't stop you."
The Ninetales whines desperately as her head is sucked up into a tight, black space, causing her ears to be smothered and overwhelmed with bodily rubbing and throbbing. Though she tries everything she can to squirm away, the bat's tunnel inexorably pulls her inside with slow but irresistible pulses. The inside of the bat's asshole is not quite what she expected- no odd smells, and a texture like a latex film being wrapped around her body. It's more like being encased in rubber than some gastrointestinal chute, but this fact fails to comfort her in the slightest.
"Hhaaah..." the Noivern sighs up above as the fox's shoulders are smushed into her crack. Just as she said, she doesn't put any actual effort into sucking up the fox; the automatic contractions of her hungry rump are more than enough to subdue the livid vulpine. Always so naive, these feral beasts- thinking they have any chance of escaping her body. They never just accept their place in life as becoming wonderful pudge on her squishy, rubbery form. But that's why she's so fond of dominating the ferals: they always keep squirming. Unlike a two-legged creature like herself, they can't seem to understand the appeal of becoming jiggly butt fat and milk for her hefty breasts… not to mention a little extra protein for her cum-enriched nuts. But they become parts of her all the same, and she makes sure to thoroughly enjoy how juicy they make her. She can't wait to have this Ninetales' gigantic ass wobbling under her own skin. Speaking of which…
The Ninetales' upper body is now firmly wedged up her rump, and the fox’s snout can be seen bulging out of the bat’s squishy middle. Having gotten herself quite riled up with her thoughts, the Noivern’s stiff cock is dangerously close to rubbing against the Ninetales inside her. Just one more pull, the fox’s belly slips between her cheeks and the bulge of her head presses against her shaft.
“Hhmmmff,” the bat moans, giving a few gentle humps against the trapped fox’s face. She can feel the slight wriggling within, but it’s masked underneath the thick, squishy layer that is her rubbery belly fat. She delights in that supple texture rubbing against her length, the soft, squishy outward curve that is her deadly midsection. Where all her meals go before being distributed across her luscious curves, a fate that this Ninetales would soon share, becoming luxurious chub sealed within her elastic flesh, the very same squish she is being enveloped by and the Noivern is using to masturbate. The batgirl’s cock spills a lengthy stream of pre from her abundant purple balls, which dribbles all over her groin as her shaft surges with waves of tingly pleasure. She resists the urge to stroke herself off, however; there will be time for that later. Right now this Ninetales needs to get inside her ass and become more of the same.
The Noivern carefully lifts herself up into a squat, the fox’s voluptuous back end dangling from her rear. She gives a gentle clench which pulls the back-heavy vulpine in up to her waistline; right where her body starts getting thick. The bat can feel the fox’s massive hips pressed up against her cheeks, refusing to travel any deeper due to their sheer size. The Ninetales’ ass is twice as wide as her own… probably three times as heavy. In hindsight, taking this fox up her back end may not have been the wisest decision… but there’s no stopping now. This Ninetales will be ass fodder, no matter how long it takes.
The Noivern stands up, the fat fox’s rump and tails hanging freely from her tight ass. She can feel the Ninetales wiggling inside her, see the bulges of her paws scrabbling against her belly from the outside. The batgirl moans, taking the fox’s hopeless struggling as a pleasant inner massage. She thinks gravity will allow her to escape the bat’s ass, how precious.
The Noivern turns to line up her rump with a nearby wall, then steps backward, smushing the Ninetales’ superfluous assfat against the smooth surface. Since the Noivern didn’t raise her tail, it becomes squeezed hotdog-style between the fox’s ass cheeks and the wall-- but that’s okay. It may even help her accomplish this next maneuver…
The Ninetales squirms harder as she realizes what’s about to happen, but all she can do is make the Noivern moan and cause her cock to throb in delight. The bat leans back, causing the fox’s ass to flatten as far as it can against the wall; then, with no more room to give, the bat’s rump begins to slide backward, swallowing up the fox’s thickly padded curves.
First the Ninetales’ waistline vanishes between the bat’s buttocks and slips into her tailhole; from there, it gets harder. The huge outward curve of the fox’s hips refuses to simply be engulfed- even when pressing with all the strength in her legs, the Noivern can only take in a few inches, which slips back out as soon as she relaxes.
“Haah… haah… Dammit foxy, you’re making this hard on me…”
The batgirl takes a minute to catch her breath, during which the Ninetales’ rump slides back out to its default position. The fox’s limbs twitch, seeming either confused or simply smothered too tight. Don’t get any ideas, you’re not going anywhere but in.
After recovering her strength, the Noivern braces herself, then slams herself back against the wall as hard as possible. The Ninetales’ hips re-enter in an instant, followed by several inches of the huge uphill to her mountainous ass cheeks. The Noivern cries out as the massive intrusion stretches her hole, then grimaces as progress grinds to a halt. She can feel the fox scrambling within her innards, desperately trying to prevent her rump from being taken, but the bat pays it no mind. Her entire body is tense, trying to push farther but only barely managing to hold her ground. She can feel the Ninetales’ fur grinding against her rubbery ass cheeks, that huge outward curve compressed against her own rump, refusing to be taken in.
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