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Kissing Escape

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Maxximus Prime

“Come on! What are you doing? Come on, come on..."

Far from her realm, Madame Razz scurried along, slipping in her large, curly-toed shoes, which fitted her more like slippers than shoes she was wearing out and about. But what was she to say about that? After all, she was a witch from the Whispering Woods and she went where she was called, whether she was dressed for the occasion or not. Her skin was purple and her nose a little bigger than that of a normal woman, though it was not something that she wanted to pay all that much attention to. A jaunty witch's hat sat atop her white-haired head, though she was not a witch to be reckoned with, despite everything that had happened and was to happen too.

But what Madame Razz had not expected at all was to be whisked off to a faraway kingdom in a land far, far away (literally) to save a princess and, well, a donkey. The castle loomed around her, one of those boring, old kinds that was surrounded by lava and a suitably dark and crumbling facade, loose rocks tumbling as they fell to a blisteringly hot death in the lava. They would not be seen again, the moat swirling with molten rock, though whether they were the type of rock that succumbed to that melting point was something else entirely.

Not for her to worry about! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no! No, no, no – she had to get out, had to keep going! There was no way for her to skid to a stop, squeezing her fat butt through a gap between the walls, waving to the skeleton that blocked her way. That was something that had changed with her shift to a different world and reality too – her body had changed! Sure, she had the typical body of an elderly woman but Madame Razz liked to think that she was rather spry for her age, wizened as a witch. Yet her big buttocks jiggled back and forth as she moved, forcing her to hop and try to tug her long, purple trousers up over it constantly, eyes wide and strained. She may have occasionally been revealing far more than she would have liked to, her butt moving with a mind of its own, but there was simply no time to waste.

“Hurry! We've got to get out! The dragon is coming!"

“Er – excuse me! Where are we going? What do you mean the dragon's still here?"

The princess that she had been sent to rescue snatched her hand out of Madame Razz', stomping a foot, her arms folding across her chest. Princess Fiona made a face, a strand of red hair floating across her face, though she was so put out by being dragged about by an old woman who had not even really explained why she was there that she didn't even bother to correct it. And she'd had plenty of time during the course of her imprisonment in Dragon's tower to fuss over her appearance...considering that there had been nothing else really for her to do up there.

Even a princess could run out of hobbies, after all, locked up in a tower to wait out her rescue and the breaking of her curse.

“What do you mean you didn't slay the dragon yet? This isn't how it's supposed to go!"

Princess Fiona's long, green dress shifted around her legs but Madame Razz had no time for that, having saved her fair share of stuck-up princesses in her day and time. The witch rolled her eyes, clucking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, her movements shorter and jerkier than they should have been, even then.

“Well, it didn't seem to work out well for all those other knights in shining armour of yours! Did you want to see me burned to a crisp too?"

Princess Fiona rolled her eyes, lips twisting in scorn.

“That's not the point! It's just not how this, all of this, is supposed to play out! You're supposed to be the one to break my curse!"

But Madame Razz was not listening to her, already in motion as she leapt up the stairs, taking them two at the time. In some places it was necessary, holding a flaming torch in one hand to light her way, as some of the stairs had fallen away completely in places. Goodness, how many years could it have been that the princess had been locked up in there? Such a godforsaken place, not one that anyone would hurry back to, regardless of the reason!

“Wait – where are you going?" Princess Fiona took a few uncertain steps after her, her arm flung out in a different direction. “The exit's that way... You're going the wrong way!"

Madame Razz grinned toothily, tapping the side of her rather large nose. Still, it was not as big as her butt at that time, which dominated everything, swaying back and forth with the weight of it. Maybe it was the result of a spell gone wrong that she had not been aware of earlier? She could not have said but even putting her hands on it felt wrong as if it was not actually hers, much larger and rounder, easily filling out her trousers and trying to pull them down. Fortunately for her, now that she'd gotten her belt in place and tucked up around her waist, her trousers would stay up, despite straining over the wide rise of her buttocks.

“Well, I have to save my ass!"

Princess Fiona blinked at her, taking a step back.

“Er... What? What kind of a knight...witch...thing are you? Are you even a real witch?"

She grinned, showing off her teeth in a flash of white.

“Oh, I'm one of a kind, dearie!"

For Madame Razz was not about to give up on something that she had pushed so far into already, having dug her hole to sleep in, though she had no reason at all to worry about what was going to happen, not even then. Hadn't she dealt with far worse than a measly princess and a dragon in her time and her realm? A random adventure with a bigger, wobbling butt was most certainly not entirely out of her imagination!

Princess Fiona rubbed the back of her neck but could only follow on the lower level, muttering curses and words under her breath that most certainly were not suitable to come from the lips of any princess, let alone her. She'd been trapped for so long – and that witch was the one who had to rescue her? Did she even have to kiss her or would the rescuing be enough?

Gold glittered underfoot but the princess did not baulk or quail, too steely for such a thing. As Madame Razz teetered and tottered up the steps to a higher level, mutterings and rumblings rising from the chamber beyond, Princess Fiona crept forward, light on her feet, her green slippers making not a sound on the stone floor.

Madame Razz, however, did indeed have an ass to save, even if it was not technically her own. She had no concern at all about being able to get out of the castle again as she cursed her fat behind and squeezed it inadvertently, peeking through a human-shaped hole in the wall to a chamber beyond that glittered with gold. It was tight to get through, even if she had not had such a bigger ass, and she held her breath, sucking in her stomach although it was really her butt that was the problem there.

It squeezed over the stone as she withheld a gasp, twisting through the broken shape of a body in the wall that was never designed or made for entry either way. But the gap did lead her through onto a balcony as she “popped" through at last, like squeezing a fish from a man's hand, slippery and skittish in its escape.

“Oof!"

That little grunt did escape her lips as she rubbed her butt, sitting briefly and wriggling upright. If only she had her broom, she could fly down and rescue the ass that she had been referring to, a small donkey coiled up in the tail of the dragon.

Peering over the broken, fragmented parapet, which did not do all that much to conceal her up there, the princess at least elsewhere where she would be waiting, surely, for Madame Razz to come complete her rescuing of her, the two below her made an unusual couple. The dragon on the huge mound of gold and jewels and treasures could not be missed but even the witch murmured her appreciation of all the finery down there, so much that it could surely have sustained a single kingdom for years. Was that all given in tribute to the princess? She didn't know, could not know, but it was very likely that she would never know or get the chance to ask questions – if she got back to her realm in time, of course. If she was stuck there for long... Well, there would be all the time in the world to ask questions if that became the case!

The donkey, Donkey, wriggled back and forth in the coils of the dark pink dragon's tail, who they had been told just went by “Dragon" also, which was strange. She was huge and monstrous, though had a lightness about her jaw and lips that could not be denied, her make-up in place even though one may have expected any dragon that guarded a castle to be male and more muscled than she was. As it was, her stomach was large and round as if she had been exceptionally well-fed of late, wobbling lightly and rolling back and forth as she sat up on her hindquarters.

In her hold, the donkey looked a lot less refined, the bristle of his mane standing up straight and missing clumps in places, his teeth too large for his face, though that didn't seem to put Dragon off in the slightest. She looked at him as if he was the only one in the world for her, tucking him in with her tail closer against the rising curve and swell of her stomach, her scales there a lighter pink than the deep, rich shades of the rest of her body.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey – what do you think you're doing? That's my tail – that's my personal tail! If you go about on treating it like that you're going to tear it off!"

The dragoness, however, did not seem perturbed by that in the slightest, nuzzling him, a long, flexible tongue flicking out to sweep lightly around his neck and up over his cheek. Donkey squirmed and tried to push her off, but she was not to be so easily dissuaded as an even larger and much longer tongue than anyone could have expected from a dragon tickled his cheek.

“Erf, oh, hey..." His eyes half-closed, eyelashes fluttering, though they were not as elegant and curled as hers. “Hey... Oh, that actually feels kinda nice..."

Dragon crooned sitting up to expel a light flutter of flame into the chandelier while Donkey shook himself, shuddering and flinching back.

“Oh, oh no... No, no, no, we can't be having none of that..."

But Dragon had not become a dragoness of her size and stature from giving in to small creatures like him so easily – not when she could have him however she pleased! And it was not as if she wished any harm on the small mammal as he wriggled in her tail, the very tip of it, with a spade-shape at the end, tickling his side as he grunted and swallowed a frightened squeal.

“Er, you're beautifully, beautiful, beautifully..." He shook his head, tongue-tied. “Really, such gorgeous long eyelashes and lipstick... Oh, you're a girl dragon!" Donkey stuttered, stumbling over his words with his eyes wide. “I mean, of cooouuurse, you're a girl. Because you're just dripping with feminine beauty, everything's just so gawjus about you!"

“Curses..." Madame Razz pressed a hand to her forehead. “How could he not know?"

Madame Razz had to be more percept than the ass, to be fair, though it was still a surprise to her that she had ended up in such a situation. She stood, fingers wiggling, muttering the spell, words slipping into one another, her eyes fixed on the coils of the dragon's tail. If she didn't get him out of there, loosen her tail, who knew what would happen to him! Though she very much doubted that he was going to end up as a snack for any kind of dragon with how that one fawned over him, stroking his head, petting him.

Oh... What was it she was doing again?

Sparks glittered in crackling lances from her fingers, thankfully quiet enough that she remained undetected, though the dragoness was more occupied with Donkey than thinking of anyone else being there, thankfully. Her tail flicked back and forth at just the tip while Madame Razz cast the spell, her heavy bosom not being able to help wobbling as her buttocks did the same. Her hips swayed and jiggled with the weight of it, muttering her spell, though the flash of light that emanated at the conclusion of it didn't seem to do anything.

She blinked down at the dragon.

“Why, that didn't do anything? What's going on here?"

Curses! She had to have done something wrong with the spell! What was going on with her that things were so thrown off in the new world she'd found herself in? Had her powers been depleted at all?

What she didn't notice, however, was the fact that the spell had worked...to loosen something. Only, it had not quite loosened what she had expected it to, something feeling a little different but not “off" enough for her to pay attention to it. Her belt was what had loosened, slithering free, the buckle not caught anymore, her trousers loosening too around her buttocks as her large granny panties peeked into show. Those, however, were nowhere near as good as a properly hitched-up pair of trousers, as she had worn before, to cover her modesty, considering that the waistband stretched more and more without the constraining influence of the belt to keep her buttocks in check.

“What has happened here..."

She fussed and wiggled her fingers again as if that would be enough to work out just what it was that had gone wrong, though she was looking too far ahead, even up towards the ceiling, from where the problem actually was. Madame Razz fretted that something had happened to Donkey with her spell not working and doing something else, but she should have been looking at herself with one inch and then two inches of her granny panties, white with purple flowers patterned over them, on show. They were form-fitting ones but that was not the best thing in that moment, for her butt strained and strained, pushing out from them.

“It just doesn't make any sense..."

“Hey now, hey now – don't do that! I can't stay here, as beautiful, er, as you are... I'm not ready for a relationship of this magnitude!"

Donkey twisted back and forth, squealing and calling out for her, though his squeals swiftly turned into panicked brays, despite him not being in any real position of danger there. Maybe he'd end up with a little lipstick smeared over him but surely there was no problem to be had with a little kissy-kiss smooching fun, really? It had been a while since she'd had that for herself.

Oh! She was too easily distracted, scratching her butt briefly where something itched but it didn't seem to linger and didn't catch her attention. The waistband of her granny panties dug in more as they slipped out of place, the rise of her buttocks jostling them, making it harder and harder for them to do the job they were designed to do in covering her butt. But Madame Razz was too busy trying to fix the problem before her, Donkey panicking more than more, thrashing and braying madly, hast forcing her hand in the blink of an eye.

“I'm coming, Donkey, don't you worry!"

There was only one thing that she could think of to do, leaning over the parapet to grab at a long, heavy chain that dangled there. It seemed to be the one used to raise the chandelier, though that was risky enough in itself with how it flickered with flame, her brow sweating with a gleam of perspiration as she rubbed the back of her hand across it.

“Phew... Here we go!"

Throwing herself in the deep end and “going for it" despite all odds had always been her style but it was perhaps something that would have worked a lot better for her if her trousers and her granny panties had not been in the process of working their way down her butt, threatening the exposure of her thighs too, even if they were not quite there yet.

Such a thing, however, should have already been well enough written into fate as a little more of her butt was exposed, the granny panties, straining, the new size and shape of her butt forcing them down more and more, just a sliver of bare ass showing as she grasped the chain and leapt.

Silently, well as silently as was possibly, she swung on the chain, her weight swinging it back and forth, heading down towards Donkey at an urgent pace. The dragon turned at just the right moment, allowing her to swing by undetected, Donkey shouting and clamouring for her, his little hooves skittering and scraping against her scales. Her large granny panties showed a little more and more, the shape of her butt pushing through, her lips parted. Still, she did not know, kicking and wiggling, shifting back and forth as she tried to maintain both her composure and the path of her swing back and forth, slowly arcing down.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey – hang on there!"

She put a finger to her lips to shush him but Dragon was mostly ignoring his cries, doing as she pleased, though there was nothing harsh or threatening about her, not really. Her size was intimidating even as she lightly squished Donkey against the round of her stomach, the large swell impossible to miss even in the best of times. That was neither a good time or a bad time, something that would forever be remembered, swinging towards the dragon as her head turned, though not quite far enough to see that there was an invader in her private chamber.

“Oh no!"

Madame Razz swung out of the way as Dragon turned back, missing her once again, completely oblivious as to what was happening. But how could that be with so much going on all at once? It was too hectic for Madame Razz to worry about that, however, muttering as quiet a spell under her breath as she could manage, the chandelier above her head worrying her more and more. It shook and trembled with the weight of her body dangling from the chain, but she had to be quick, had to make haste, grunting and pushing on through the spell as magic lanced and wrapped around her.

What she had been intending to do was to make the chain fall, but it merely shook in her hands, releasing a sputtering of dust into her face, Madame Razz screwing up her face and trying desperately not to cough, not to hack in the face of such danger. Why did everything have to go wrong? Her butt felt strange, very strange, but she did not yet know just how things were to go, how twisted her fate in that world was to be. She groaned, swallowing the sound the best she could. What was she to do?

Yet the loosening of her belt with the failed spell proved to be her undoing as she swung again, her trousers finally falling down past her pelvis area, showing off most of her butt all at once and the smooth expanse...of her bare ass. What? That wasn't right! That was all wrong! For the spell had not gotten rid of the fiery chandelier, candles burning away with an odd kind of merriment, but had removed her granny panties entirely! Her purple-hued skin was on show as her trousers wormed their way lower and lower as she shifted her body to balance on the swinging chain, the cold links slipping through her fingers. Her granny panties no longer offered her any modicum of modesty (not that had ever much been present to begin with), her huge butt wiggling on show, trousers slipping down lower and lower, her eyes wide and bulging.

“No!"

The dragon still hadn't seen her (good lord – how had she gotten that lucky?) but that was a good thing, Donkey craning his neck back and forth, eyes fixed on her, hoping against all hope that she would be able to save him. With not one but two asses on show, Madame Razz may have laughed if she'd known, her sense of humour not broken even at such a time. Her bare buttocks reflected the flickering light of the candles set into the chandelier above as she swung again, her eyes fixed on Donkey, intent that time to make the swing, to catch him, to snatch him up before Dragon even realised what was happening.

Alas, she missed yet again! Her bare ass tickled with a flicker of cold air but she still did not realise quite what had happened, squirming and wriggling, kicking with her feet while she tried to drag and haul herself up the chain. Up, up, up! Maybe that would give her some way to save Donkey, to get to the chandelier, to tip it down... Oh, she didn't even know what she was doing, not even as her pants wormed down more and more, though the pull of fabric around her thighs and the front of her hips, where it had caught, should have more than alerted her to the fact that there was something wrong, something not as it should have been. Madame Razz tried to get a foot on the chain but it slipped instantly, not allowing her any leverage as her arms quivered and quaked with the strain of holding herself there, let alone climbing.

Her trousers were practically beltless by that point, the ends of it flapping loose, buckle catching against her thigh. Her brow furrowed, wondering what it was, but there was no time to waste and no time to worry as her full backside was exposed, trousers slipping down while she had no more to conceal her there, all the way down to her knees and trapping themselves there as she kicked and fought. No one could have said just why she only then realised what was happening, her cheeks flaming with a blush that may have been better-suited to an earlier time where she may have been able to fix the problem.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

She squeaked, fingers slipping, trying to buck her hips, though that was not enough to get her trousers back up – and just where was it that her panties had gone? Why was she bottomless? Madame Razz clung to the chain, striving yet again to climb up, though it was ultimately the juddering and jerking of her bottomless body that did her in. She couldn't help it, of course, but things were such that her pulling on the chain loosened the chandelier lock that prevented the chain from pulling it up or down or, indeed, the chain part that she was on from plummeting suddenly.

The reel holding the chain spun and spun, releasing the chain!

“Aaaahhhhh!"

She shrieked as she fell but the fall ripped away the sound of her voice, leaving her breathless, crashing and plummeting, the fabric of her useless trousers and her belt flapping around her body. It was as if they were mocking her and her half-nudity as she fell, turning face-down, arms spread, trying to balance herself even in mid-air as much as she could. Yet it was the voluminous thickness of her ass that swayed her back and forth, disrupting her balance. It was out of her control and something that not even a strangled, breathless shriek could ever overcome, her hips tilting and swaying, trousers fluttering along and streaming behind her.

“Oof!"

She smacked down onto the dragon's tail where Donkey had scrambled free, fortunately, while she had been thrashing and flailing in her oh so very long fall, leaving her wondering just why she'd had to rescue him in the first place if he could have gotten himself loose. But there was no time to wonder or worry about something like that as she collapsed over the dragon's tail, winded and breathless, head spinning madly. Her butt pushed up as if she had tried to land that way, though the position only made it all the more difficult to get air back into her lungs.

“Well, I'll be... That was... That was a..."

Yet the wheezing Madame Razz could not get out the words that she wanted to say as her crotch throbbed with pain, her body bent forward over her mid-section, her stomach aching too. It had not been an easy fall nor an easy landing, a groan rising from her lips, even though too much was happening at once. Her butt was the highest point of her as she tipped forward over the dragon's tail, grasping her scales, trying to keep herself steady while she regained her breath.

The dragoness, however, had already puckered up, descending slowly with terrifying irreversibleness towards the woman's buttocks, raised and perfectly round for the attention of Dragon. Even though what Dragon thought she was about to kiss was Donkey, right on his sweet, cute little lips, it was not to be as sweet as she hoped it would be, making a kissy-kissy sound as her lips puckered, squeezed together and ready. She'd even applied a lusciously fresh, dark red coat of lipstick especially for the occasion – what she'd been doing when she'd turned away so many times – her eyes closed and expecting Donkey to be there.

“Oh!"

Madame Razz flinched, something warm pressing to her backside, moving, something slick smearing, the dragon's tongue even slipping out against her. Even in a moment of horror like that, she could not help but be shocked by the dragon's tongue, how long and thick it was, so flexible, smearing a hefty dose of lipstick over her ass, the roundness of it jiggling under her touch. Madame Razz tried to squirm away but she was still far too winded and breathless, her movements only making her butt jiggle all the more, Donkey reeling in horror a short distance away, one ear folded across his eyes. Still, the ass peered around them as if he just could not bear to look away, even from the scene of the train wreck as it happened.

“Oh, my... That is not what you want in the morning!"

He made a face but the dragoness still did not notice what she was kissing, her lips parting more as a thick, slick coating of her lipstick smeared and pushed over Madame Razz' ass. It might have made the shape of her lips if she had not been so intent of practically French kissing the woman's butt-cheeks, the dragon out of control in a moment of passion that, in her mind, was being returned tenfold. She grunted, her tongue flickering all over the witch's backside, covering the cheeks, saliva and lipstick smearing together in a devious concoction that could not be mistaken for the humiliation of anything else.

Madame Razz blushed heavily, even her neck feeling hot and clinging with embarrassments. Who was watching? Goodness, she hoped that Princess Fiona had not seen that! That would be so embarrassing, even more humiliating than the burning shame at falling to such a point left her with in the moment itself. Oh, it was an adventure gone wrong in the worst of ways, one that she was quite sure that she would never live down despite everything she'd done. Just why did things end up that way for her?

The dragon's lips did not rise quickly, as if it was par for the course for her humiliation to be dragged out for as long as possible, moments blurring together as the feel of those lips pressing together again made the flesh of her buttocks squeeze in very gently. It was not crude in any way and yet it was a strange sensation, one that had her frozen in place, her breath caught in her throat, not truly knowing what to do either way. Nothing made sense in any way and she shivered there, her buttocks pushing back at the dragoness with the slightest shift in her body. By all means, it most certainly was unintentional on her part!

The dragon's saliva was, perhaps, the worst part of it all, her tongue slipping out in a fat writhe and twist of saliva, curling back and forth, drool coating Madame Razz' backside. She didn't know how that was any kind of kiss that Dragon would have ever wanted to give a partner but she could not say anything about it, not as her butt jiggled, the huge roundness of it soft and fleshy, allowing the dragon's tongue to press down into it more than would have been the case usually. The dragon's lipstick mixed with that drool, smearing and marking her backside as if it would never be hers again, the make-up left there even after the trial and tribulation of that particular day was long over.

Dragon rumbled a growl, eyelashes fluttering. Was something wrong? What was there? Madame Razz held her breath, hoping against hope that she would not be discovered. And yet there was only so far that her ass could, well, feel like an ass to a dragon who had wanted that very ass. Donkey quivered on the edge of the mound of gold, stretching out as if to snatch Madame Razz away, although the witch was nowhere near close enough to him for any rescue to assist.

Yet what the dragoness had pressed her lips to was not as hairy and soft as she had expected Donkey to me, even if her perception of him may have been a little different to the reality. Her eyelids fluttered open, the squeak of her lips pressing to the witch's ass catching her attention, yet she could not do anything more in that moment as her eyes sharply snapped open wide, shock overcoming her.

The dragon roared and, without thinking about it, Madame Razz let go of the chain, the chandelier crashed down, chain rattling and rattling – until it snapped to a halt with the chandelier around Dragon's neck! The beast bellowed out another roar as she was so collared, drool and the feel of another's butt lingering on her lips, though her anger billowed forth in clouds of smoke roiling from her nostrils, flame flickering in the back of her throat. The threat was there as Madame Razz squirmed free, danger in the air as she fought to find her way free through any means possible.

“Come on, Donkey! Let's go!"

The dragon bellowed a roar, gold coins and treasures skittering everywhere as she rose, terrifyingly, to her feet, spreading her wings as much a she could in the confines of that chamber, though it was the round of her stomach that was finally the most noticeable thing as she stood. It swung back and forth, larger plate scales in light pink covering her stomach, though it seemed to lean even further back down the lustful lines of her body, the swinging of her tail making it look as if she had a larger butt too. Whether she did or did not only meant that her added weight gave her even more power, rumbling with a growl, fury in her heart and firing out in a glare too from her eyes.

Madame Razz swung her legs over the dragons' tail as it slithered free, though she had never been in the dragon's grasp there, thankfully, lunging for freedom with her booted feet pounding the coins. It was not a stable surface as she fled the chamber, slipping and sliding, her backside still on show with the humiliating smear of red lipstick marking the entirety of her ass.

What on earth and seven hells had happened in there? The embarrassment of it all was slow to fade as she left in a hurry, the dragon's fury chasing and nipping at her heels in a jet of flame. Donkey screamed and she snatched him up in her arms, carrying him with both arms wrapped around the bulk of his heavy body at first, though she had to find a way to transfer him to just the one.

One quick spell? Oh, she could try it, though her attention was elsewhere, thinking of the mess on her butt, how embarrassing it had been to have the dragon's huge lips pressed to it, smearing the mess of her lipstick everywhere, marking her skin. How had she even allowed that to happen? None of it made sense, nothing at all, but she didn't have time to think about how her mission in that world had gone so terribly wrong, turning everything that she had anticipated upside down and back to front. And where even were her trousers?

They must have slipped off completely when she'd fallen and she tried to reach for her magic to put them back into place, surely back in the dragon's “hoard" room, but the spell crackling to life only seemed to add more weight and size again to her buttocks. It was not that far out of the realm of what could be naturally seen on a woman of her plump and modest stature (she was, after all, getting on in years) but it was big enough to sway back and forth as she ran.

That didn't mean that she didn't have to grab the princess, however, Princess Fiona holding up one finger as if to ask a question, far too regal and slim and princess-like to really be caught up in such a thin. One day, she'd have to ask her how she ended up cursed in the castle to begin with, though there was hardly time for that as she barrelled bodily into the woman, snatching her up and trying to drag her along under one arm at the same time.

“Hey!"

Princess Fiona shrieked as she was jostled but the dragon smashing through another wall behind them was more cause for worry than her current predicament, though her eyes did barely graze the old witch's half-nudity. As she was jostled and pulled along, legs kicking and dangling, other more pressing matters emerged, the dragon's head and neck shooting out, make-up smeared over her lips, a mess across her face as Dragon's eyes blazed with a kind of fury that was not to be restrained or contained in the slightest. Of course, she was a dragon and that was simply not an issue, fury roiling, red-hot and blistering, in the pit of her stomach.

There for so many years, the guardian of the castle and the spell that encompassed the princess… And the witch was not the right one either to break the spell! She was not the one destined to break past her barriers, to defeat her flame… And she most certainly was not the one, despite her inclinations and longing, that should ever have planted a big, fat, wet kiss on any old woman's ass!

Her stomach swung as she run, eyes fixed on the witch and the odd pairing, the princess that she had been sworn to protect. Curse her stomach, the heaviness of it, though her long tongue lashed out wantonly against the side of her muzzle at the same moment, a slurp and slap of saliva splattering forth. She would have them, have her revenge, see the princess locked away forever, fire burning up through her belly and throat, lancing out from between her fearsome jaws, as her eyes fixed on that lipstick smear on the old woman's backside.

Humiliating for her too, infuriatingly so… It was not something that could be turned back, despite how things were, drool gleaming on that fat, round behind, the dragon chasing, snapping, teeth glistening in the flickering light of the flames that her very own body produced. Dragon groaned, eyes on the donkey, longing for him, something deeper and more forlorn than she had ever realised existed in her tugging in her mass of her trembling gut.

Did she…like him? Really? She had to chase them down, had to catch them, snatching at the trio as they dashed through a doorway, though that was not one that she could so easily crash through. She would have to find another way!

Madame Razz, however, fled as if the hounds of hell were on her heels, though what was there was far more potent than any hell she had known. A dragon snarled viciously and had far more fearsome jaws than such pups, shrieking and hopping, leaping from the startling, snatching flames.

“Owww!"

The exit could not be far and she had to rely on Princess Fiona to direct her there, the stairs crumbling and weakening after all the years, though it was not as if she had any choice. Madame Razz screwed up her face, snatching a breath.

Oh no!

The stone stairs beckoned as she lunged for them – but there was no time to run down the steps to the next level, not even on the track to head out of the castle! The bannister called her, long and twisting and leading down another level as she leapt, swinging over it with her legs spread. That was one time, at least, where her large, bare ass came in handy, though the stone did not seem to remove the lipstick from her ass at all. What was it – waterproof or permanent or something? The stone ground against her backside but the drool there helped her slide right down with very little resistance, crying out with donkey squealing in her arms.

“Oh lord – have mercy! We gonna get out of this alive?"

She had to hold him tight, not letting either of her arms free as she shot down at a pace, the ground and castle around her shaking ominously as the dragoness chased them, smashing through a wall, rocks and rubble shattering in all directions. There was a dip in the bannister that she was near the bottom of, the gloom closing in around, but her butt merely bounced into it, the soft padding and cushioning there sending her flying, limbs flailing madly.

“Whoooooaaaaahhhh!"

She howled as she flew through the air at the bottom of the bannister but, somehow, only just about managed to land on her feet, the soft underside of her boots, which could have been better-suited to the mission she'd had at hand, slipping on the smoother stones. They felt as if they had been well-traipsed during the dragon's time in the castle and Madame Razz tucked the princess up more securely as Princess Fiona gasped out loud.

“Hey! What are you doing?"

Princess Fiona kicked and flailed but there was no time, not even then, to shush her, haste on her heels. With the dragon in hot pursuit, Madame Razz' sense of balance was off, her butt swaying, hating her half-nudity even though there was no one there, truly, who had commented on it. Maybe it was something that was merely par for the course in the name of misadventures in that world?

“Are you even – ah! – going to tell me what's going on here?"

Princess Fiona's scowl was cut off in a squeal as Madame Razz hoisted her up over her shoulder, trying to balance herself, skittering around a corner just as a jet of flame blasted into the wall behind her, scorching it through. It was no mystery, truly, just how all those other knights who had come with the hope of rescuing the princess had met their gnarly fates, even if it had been less than gory. And she had no reason at all to want to see herself in that same position by any means!

“What's that on your butt?"

“No time to explain!"

Oh, she had hoped Princess Fiona had not noticed that but, at the very least, it would mean that she wouldn't be stuck in her world for all that much longer. Well, the humiliation would surely fade when she was able to go home again, for no one there would know the shame of being kissed on the butt by a dragoness, running and fleeing for their very life with drool dripping down one's butt and thighs. When Princess Fiona tried to ask her again what had happened, she accidentally on purpose jolted her, startling the words away from her lips where they would be forgotten, hopefully, even at a more appropriate time.

The dragon's chain trailed behind her, rattling and clanking, smacking into stone pillars as her quarry fled. She roared, rearing her head back only to release yet another jet of flame, blistering by the walls, scorching the stone pillars that she had guarded for so many years. It was her home, her domain and she would not allow her donkey to be taken for her so quickly!

She wanted him, tongue flickering out, trying to taste the air, his lingering musky sweetness flirting with her. Her eyes narrowed, haring down, though she could not run as quickly as she would have liked, cautious of her wings, how she had to keep them tucked to her back to get between the pillars. Her belly was a big enough issue in that regard (maybe she should have been aware of it for longer) where she had to squeeze between the pillars, making some of them crack and the stones break free, tumbling down, crashing to the ground, raining destruction down in her wake. There was nothing else for her to do but to force her way on, tail swinging, curling around the pillars as the chandelier clanked and hung noisily around her neck, weighing her down.

Yet that would not be enough to hold her back, the witch's purple skin calling her eye, zipping back and forth, though even they were tiring ahead of her. She had to catch them, snatch her donkey up from them and get a taste of his sweetness all over again. She hadn't even had a chance the first time! Her belly grumbled and she grunted as she slowed to wriggle between two particularly close pillars, cursing at the fact that she had never had such a problem moving through the main chamber, what led down to the grand entrance, of the castle before. Maybe she'd eaten too many of the knights, though there surely had not been all that many of them in recent years to cause such a swell to her belly… It was not worth worrying about – not when she had so very nearly caught them!

She roared, flames lancing out, but what the dragoness had not realised was the merry chase that Madame Razz was leading her on. The witch laughed and gave a little hop even though her energy was waning, slipping away more and more, her skin darkening with ash from the dragon's breath, the flames as much a part of her as the very air that she breathed was. Back and forth, back and forth… That chain kept rolling out and out from where it had broken free from the reel of the chandelier, trailing and catching – yet it had to come to an end at some point. The end of it might have been free but there was a better way to capture a dragon than with brute force and for Madame Razz her preferred tactic was leading one such as Dragon right into her own trap.

Her butt squeaked by a pillar, leaving a smear of lipstick and drool in the wake of her, though it would not remain for all that long as a reminder of her passing. Madame Razz giggled crazily, Princess Fiona giving her an odd look, though she had a plan, oh, such a plan, a truly marvellous, wonderful plan!

“Here!"

She tossed the princess and Donkey down, jabbing a finger to the exit, gaping before them. Everything was in place!

“You go on ahead…" She snatched up a sword from a skeleton, complete with scorched helm, who would not need it any more and, indeed, had not for many years. “I'll stay here and take care of the dragon!"

A moment was all she would need, muttering a spell that, finally, worked, infusing the sword with strength and power beyond the dreams of such a land. Purple fronds encased the blade and she jammed it into the point where the criss-crossed chains met in the middle of the chamber, securing it deep into the stone where the sword would never again be yanked out.

Enough to escape… But not enough to keep the dragon there forever. She'd have to remember that.

The dragon blasted out a roar but Madame Razz had already done all that she needed to do as she wobbled off on her way, jolting into an off-beat run that her backside seemed to dictate. Even in that moment, she knew that the dragon's eyes were fixed on it, fixed on the humiliation and embarrassment that both of them had gone through, even if it had not truly been either of their faults. It was embarrassing to still have it there, hands trying to sweep it off her backside even then, though all she managed to do was grind it deeper into her skin, the long-lasting make-up proving itself in the strangest of ways. If it was meant to stay on, it was not such a thing that she wanted to have proven in the midst of a fiery battle, flames lashing out, nipping and flickering around her buttocks and heels!

But it was there to stay, her butt swaying and jiggling, bellowing out a witch's war cry as she traced for the exit, her legs moving more and more quickly than those of Princess Fiona and the donkeys. She snatched them up again, dragging them along with her as they finally lunged out the exit, the moat of molten lava beckoning them and the rickety rope bridge swing, swing, swinging as it had just as it had done when she had donkey had entered earlier. That had been more of a trial to get donkey across then but the ass rushed ahead of her, hooves skittering over the wooden planks, racing for freedom, step by step and stride by stride. Maybe the jets of burning hot fire had something to do with that? If only she'd known that when they'd come in initially, perhaps even that part of their ordeal would have been over more quickly!

“Hurry, hurry, hurry – all of you! Move it!"

Flapping her hands at them, she hustled them on, the bridge swinging, though the dragon changed tact, flames licking at the ropes, the old, dry plants that had had so much moisture taken from them over the course of many years swinging over the burning hot lava. There was no moisture in them to keep them safe from flames, breaking into fire instantly, the flames delighting in eating up the fuel the old rope and wood provided, blistering down the length as they screamed.

Yet a scream was not what would get them to freedom as they stumbled over one another, the end of the rope bridge to their back breaking loose and swinging…down! Madame Razz cast a quick spell, the magic working far better when she didn't have time to let her mind wander to anything else, slamming Princess Fiona and Donkey into the bridge where they had a better change to grasp onto the rope and cling on for their very lives. Madame Razz' big butt jostled and jiggled with rippling flesh, the roundness of it knocking her sideways in the rough face of the cliff, but she couldn't think of that as the dragon lunged, breaking out of the castle.

Dragon roared, the sound cutting through the air as if it came sharpened like the tip of a spear or even the blade of a sword, her fiery breath even deadlier.

Too embarrassing, too humiliating… She didn't know how she could think of anything else, her crotch pressed to the wood of the bridge, what remained of it anyway, and her butt on full show. Only a little of the lipstick and drool had rubbed off during their flight but it was still there, a glaring, smooshed-up mark as to her humiliation. It was the wrong moment entirely for her mind to drift to such humiliating objectification of herself but Madame Razz just couldn't help herself, dangling there as she was. She tried to hustle the others up – climb, they had to climb! – but all she could think about was her nudity, how her butt was on show for everyone to see whether they wanted to or not.

A globe of saliva trickled over her cheek as she kicked and wriggled back and forth, Dragon gaining with every passing second. They had to get to safety but her butt wobbled back and forth, the heavy roundness of it pulling her back, putting even more strain on her arms and shoulders, feet skittering against the boards.

Dragon blasted out a roar, her prize nearly within her grasp. But – alas, the chain! She hadn't realised what Madame Razz had been doing with the chain and the chandelier collar around her back yanked her back, reaching the limit of the chain where the enchanted sword had been plunged into the stone. Despite the pressure, chains snapping taut and rattling at the slightest loosening, though her pink scales and heaving belly were not destined to be freed any time soon.

She hacked and gagged, the strain on her throat too much as the collar-like ring of metal dug in, forcing her back, hovering there briefly, back-pedalling with her wings. They were right there, almost within her reach! Her donkey was getting away!

Dragon's tongue rolled out, dangling and dripping lightly with saliva, drooling for him, just how his bristly coat had felt against her scales. What dragon could have otherwise hoped to feel such a thing? And there was the witch of an old woman, climbing up the bridge as if it was a ladder, buttocks swaying and wavering from one side to the other, her lipstick still crudely smeared there. As she landed, the dragoness shook her head, her gut twisting, embarrassment pulling. Would everyone know what had happened there too? Her shock at it was only just softening, taking something of an edge off an experience that was nothing near what she had wanted it to be, when she had taken Donkey back into her lair.

Alas, some special time with a little ass was not for her as her donkey and an even bigger ass scurried away from her, landing safely on the other side of the bridge while she was trapped there. The large buttocks of the old woman drew attention still, the red looking oddly fetching at such a distance, considering the soft, purple hue of her natural skin-tone. Though the dragoness cold not think that it was nice in any way, not at all, the colours still blended together well, Madame Razz whooping and hollering, hustling Princess Fiona on with her ash-marked dress and all.

“Quickly! Quickly!"

She hastened them down the slope on the other side of the rocky surround to the moat, as if the castle and moat had been set into a crater of sorts, leaving the fire and brimstone and scent of death, behind. She cried out with triumph, punching the air, but Princess Fiona was a little more perturbed than here as they two of them slid down the slope as if they were riding broomsticks through the air, “surfing" their way down.

“Oof!"

Donkey landed heavily after them, even as they championed their escape, Madame Razz' heart lifting for the first time since the mission had begun. A mission or a quest? Ah, that didn't matter, though she forgot her butt for the moment, the greater size swinging, bumping into a rock as she windmilled her arms and tried to keep her balance.

“Soooo…" Princes Fiona said, tucking her hair back behind her ear. “You're amazing, you're wonderful… Yeah, that's what I would have said to a prince or a knight but…you're an old woman, a witch. So, thank you for saving me, I guess?"

She laughed nervously but the moment was not for her to delve into, Madame Razz spinning around and falling flat on her face, her butt pushed high over a rock where she groaned and tried to regain herself. She muttered under her breath but there was no hiding her big butt, magicking her trousers back into her hands but not quite able to get them on in time to hide her thick, messy backside.

The humiliation may have been partly over but there was still one who had to make a comment.

Tilting his head, Donkey's ear twitched.

“Did you know you got something on your butt?"

Madame Razz groaned.

It was going to be a long, long walk home…