This choice: The Absol's legs shift, it's sitting down, and you're right behind it! • Go Back...Chapter #5The Absol's legs shift, it's sitting do... by: Lerknots   Sandwiches at risk, you fail to pay heed to your surroundings, and indeed, the hind legs of the Absol at either side of your vision. It's not until you're right behind the titanic, wolfish 'mon that you notice the muscles in those legs tense. Ceasing your movement, and looking up, you can only take a deep gulp at the mess you've gotten yourself into.
None of the plastic-sealed ham sandwiches in the world would be worth the danger you're currently in. The Absol, content to simply rip open the sandwich bag and begin their feast, has begun to sit down. Unfortunately for you, it's decided the best place to sit is right on top of your current location, and there's no way you'll be able to avoid the humongous posterior in time.
Painfully slowly, you watch the fluffy white ass fall towards you. You instinctively hold your arms up to try to stop it. You feel the fluff first, brushing over your tiny nude form. It'd be comfortable, were the circumstances different. You close your eyes as you feel flesh touch your hands, the rear touching down to the ground.
It takes a few moments for you to even realise you're not dead. Opening your eyes, there's only a faint amount of light illuminating the area. Infinitesimally small as the chances were, you had been just lucky enough to end up right between the Absol's cheeks. Well, lucky in that you weren't dead. Not so lucky in your new position.
The pungent scent of beastial ass assaults your nose. You can feel the tough pucker rub against your bare skin, globs of sweat from the creature dripping down over you. Oppressive heat radiates from every direction, which would explain how the beast was so sweaty despite the chill night air. It permeates every inch of your body, soothing the cold you were attempting to escap when you retreated to your shirt. As the Absol shifts above you, seemingly still not having noticed your presence, the pucker flexes, almost drawing in one of your arms as you try to push yourself away from it.
Being so small, it didn't seem the Absol could feel your movements even when you struggled with all your strength. You have no choice, you need to get free of this area before you're crushed, or worse. Not wanting to stick around to find out what horrible way you'll end up dying, you... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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