The loose-fitting leather pants had fallen down, exposing the pair of silver moons that form this worgen's furry posterior. These meaty meteors hurtled from the star laden heavens, the inverted canyon between this intoxicated lunatic's thick cheeks spread outwards, widened into rounded, unkempt fields! You called out to the Lupus leviathan, but your infinitesimal voice would not have been heard even if you had been shouting to the proper end. A dark, wrinkled ring emerged from the heavenly expanse. A sightless eye. The only bit of this blitzed barker that might have possibly noticed one minute adventure below it.
*KABOOOOM!*
...But of course it didn't.
A thick, coarse force now squeezes you on all sides, threatening to crush you into jelly, but failing to follow through on its threat.
Not just yet.
The pungent aroma of unwashed fur is everywhere, a coughing fest from you fails to silence the shuffling sounds these cheeks produce as they grind you between flesh and fur. A barking laugh comes from the other end of this colossal canine whose buttcrack you are now tangled up within!
A slurred mumble from the unseen snout, clawed fingers dig into the ground before flattening and clumsily pushing off, raising the worgen's rear and all else into the air. Shakily struggling to stay on their feet, this worgen reaches down and hikes up _______ pants.
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