@Red-Supernova
No you’re not, but be careful how what you wish for.
You grab the tail. The fur gives it a soft downy texture, but the rigid muscle underneath is made plain as day when Mia’s next step sends it swinging to the other side. Without warning you are catapulted from where you’re standing and thrown face-first into her butt cheek, hard enough to bruise even with her voluptuous form softening the blow. Before you can pause to enjoy where you’ve ended up she takes another step, and you go flying once again. This time the impact is hard enough to break your nose. The bloody streak it leaves down the lower half of your face would remind any perverted weeb worth their salt of a favourite anime.
Again and again you’re thrown back and forth, each collision adding to the bruises and fractured bones. Yet you continue to hold on. To what end? Is it a panicked death grip? Some sadistic, masochistic pleasure? Because even the slightest touch of that butt is worth all the pain in the world? Because you need to touch the fluffy tail?
Honestly, it doesn’t matter. Right now you’re beyond those concerns, beyond all mortal things. In fact, you think you’re dead. Or maybe everything’s dark because you’re buried in that ass again. Is that a light at the end of the tunnel, or the space between her butt cheeks? You’re honestly too dizzy to tell.
I’m kind of sorry for spamming this comment section like this.
Not pictured: The massive group of drooling amateur joggers following along behind her.
Seriously, one day in the near future they’re going to give her an award for bringing up the local average fitness level and she’s going to be so confused.
Don’t be sorry. This is hilarious.
Oh dear…..the consequences of having a tail fetish are brutal.
No you’re not, but be careful how what you wish for.
You grab the tail. The fur gives it a soft downy texture, but the rigid muscle underneath is made plain as day when Mia’s next step sends it swinging to the other side. Without warning you are catapulted from where you’re standing and thrown face-first into her butt cheek, hard enough to bruise even with her voluptuous form softening the blow. Before you can pause to enjoy where you’ve ended up she takes another step, and you go flying once again. This time the impact is hard enough to break your nose. The bloody streak it leaves down the lower half of your face would remind any perverted weeb worth their salt of a favourite anime.
Again and again you’re thrown back and forth, each collision adding to the bruises and fractured bones. Yet you continue to hold on. To what end? Is it a panicked death grip? Some sadistic, masochistic pleasure? Because even the slightest touch of that butt is worth all the pain in the world? Because you need to touch the fluffy tail?
Honestly, it doesn’t matter. Right now you’re beyond those concerns, beyond all mortal things. In fact, you think you’re dead. Or maybe everything’s dark because you’re buried in that ass again. Is that a light at the end of the tunnel, or the space between her butt cheeks? You’re honestly too dizzy to tell.
I’m kind of sorry for spamming this comment section like this.
She might not understand, but she’s honored… she thinks…?
Well, thanks for making me lose my shit!
Seriously, one day in the near future they’re going to give her an award for bringing up the local average fitness level and she’s going to be so confused.