Chapter #12Noivern Tush by: Unknown “You overconfident wench, there will only be one of us leaving here and it will be me!”
Without second thought, the Ninetales and her pair of frosted buns charge full steam at the Noivern! Each thunderous step sends blatant ripples through her form and as the flabulous fox is within feet of the batgirl, the bat returns with a massive BOOM!
Crash!
Recoiling from the massive burst of sound, the Ninetales is sent careening across the room until her flab bounces her off the far wall. “Uggh… what was that-”
Before she can move much further, the Noivern anthro is already on top of her, pinning the ice fox underneath her unsurprisingly squishy black thighs. Given her position, the Ninetales is placed in perfect view of the batgirl’s bubbly butt, tucked under her thick tail. For a trainer, it seems like the only thing this bat has been training is her appetite… which may explain why the hot pair of orbs resting on the Ninetales’ belly are so full and… saggy. While she can’t quite see what is going on, the fox can feel the Noivern has her two back paws bound in one strong, clawed grip, and the other hand is seemingly rummaging around at the bat’s groin, and before long she can feel a long, warm appendage brushing across her cool body.
“Oh, oh no…”
“Mnnnph… oh yes.” The anthro responds with a fully scarlet blush, quickly running her hand across her cock to bring it to full mast. “This is where the fun begins, putting cocky ferals like you in their place. Your head under my ass is an excellent start.”
“N-no, you can’t be serious. Do you even comprehen--mph!” The Noivern lady sits back further with her booty smushing the Ninetales’ face in between the two bulbous buns and the situation is begging to go deeper. The bat-herm wiggles her flabby trunk across the fox’s snout, getting nice and comfy for what’s to come.
“Hmmm? Who am I dealing with? Can’t you escape my rump? Go on, give me your best struggle.” She leans back especially hard, threatening to shove the fox up her rear end right then and there. The Ninetales helplessly tries to resist being sat upon, but the further she shrinks back the easier it is for the Noivern to push her in deeper. The fox’s nose makes contact with the Noivern’s anus and it takes no time gripping the rest of her snout, the greasy hole easily engulfs past the fox’s eyes and stops at the ears. The Noivern up above squirms as the fox’s nose pushes right within her colon, hitting the pleasure center and turning her diamond. “Hnnnmmph…”
“Mmnph! Stlph!” The ice fox paws uselessly at the air in protest and surprisingly, the dickgirl up above lightens up. Any further and the bat’s rump will swallow up her neck, pushing the fox past the point of return and solidifying her fate as a few moldable rolls of Noivern butt pudge. The thought worms its way into the Ninetales’ mind: her goddess-like form destroyed and transformed into inches of portly assfat, rounding out the already voluminous set of orbs on the Noivern’s behind. Surely then the leftover calories of her excessive bod would inflate the girl’s breasts, swelling them up with Ninetales-turned-milk. Then the remaining vestiges of herself would be stored within the bat’s belly and tail. The fox shudders in response and with her front paws pushes at the ass holding her tight, meagerly making a dent in the buns. The most humiliating thing would be for her to give up now, and her ears perk up as she hears the Noivern speak, hope clinging on each word she can hear.
“You know, with the Lucario still slithering through my body, I’m not the hungriest girl right now. If you want, I’ll let you off for just giving me a night of pleasure. How’s that sound, hm? Now straighten your legs out for me if you’d prefer that.”
“But if you’d prefer to become a part of this,” the batgirl slaps her rambunctious rump and sandwiches the Ninetales’ neck like a hotdog between two buns, “I’d be happy to keep pushing you deeper. I stretch very well and would be more than happy to transform your ridiculous thighs into my own juicy bat butt. So if you don’t behave, be my guest.”
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