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You’re not sure how you got this far at all. It all happened so fast. Getting lucky with a nightclub hookup was the farthest thing from your expectations. But how could you say no when he looked at you like that? How could you say no when he was all up on you like that? How could you say no to an ass like that? He lured you in like the seductive, bottom-heavy incubus in Umbreon form that he was.

And you loved every bit of it.

The moment you both came through the door he was already all over you; haphazardly tossing his keys down onto the coffee table before throwing his arms around your form. Those mischievous hands groped and squeezed hungrily at you, and he sneakily guided your hands to his hips so you could do the same. His lips pressed against yours; engaging in a hard, hot, and heavy kiss while sloppily guiding you over to the couch to sit you down.

With the edge of the cushions bumping against the back of your knees, you reflexively sat down, and soon after you felt that ridiculous Umbreon booty squish into your lap; shifting and squirming as he deepened that kiss even further. That black, devious, yellow-ringed tongue snaked into your mouth; playing and wrestling with yours before coiling around it, giving your mouth muscle a light squeeze before withdrawing. He broke the kiss with a soft giggle; a thin trail of saliva still connecting your lower lips as he smiled, staring into your eyes with an alluring gaze.

You saw those crimson orbs flicker; that same playful, hypnotic look that drew you towards him in the first place. He wanted to continue more of his fun from the club.

He rested his arms on your shoulders and clasped his hands behind your neck with a wide grin, “Now how about that special, private dance?” He purred, lifting a hand to snap his fingers; the stereo immediately turning on to play a very mood-appropriate song. He let out a sultry giggle while still staring at you, starting to shift and sway his hips in your lap. He pressed his weight down, squirming and shuffling onto you as he moved to the slow rhythm of the tune that thumped within the room.

You couldn’t help but shift and squirm yourself, but not to the song, no. But to the feeling of that soft, thick, jiggling rear rubbing and pressing into your lap. You couldn’t hide your arousal from him, not that you wanted to. And he certainly wasn’t hiding his, judging by the thick, swelling bulge in those tight shorts resting against you. You felt his body rumble with a delighted, lustful purr as he ground up against you; his nose bumping against yours. He gave you a knowing look and you soon found your hands kneading, squeezing and slapping at the bree’s bountiful bubble butt.

The Umbreon gave a warm laugh while directing you over to the chaise lounge section of the couch. Those deceptively strong hands pressed against your chest and forced you onto your back; allowing the dark-type’s thick thighs to straddle you proper while he continued his little lap dance. “I gotta admit, cutie,” He purred, “I’ve been waiting all night for this. I’ll give you a treat you’ll never forget.”

He flashed a wide grin, raising up off of you to change positions; turning around and shifting backwards, hiking that brushy tail up as he wiggled that eclipsing rear directly over your face. You could do nothing but stare up in awe at those massive, rounded cheeks practically bursting out of those hot pink booty shorts that almost seemed to struggle to contain that heart-shaped rear.

“First, let’s do away with these bothersome things, shall we?”

You watched in awe as he dipped his thumbs into the snug waistband of those shorts, peeling them downwards with a deliberate, sluggish pace. He was making sure to put on a show; playfully wiggling and shimmying his hips while pulling the fabric over the huge curve of his ass in a manner of stretching a bed sheet over a mattress.

The Umbreon sighed hotly once he managed to peel the shorts down to his thick, squishy thighs; treating you to a view of a pair of ill-fitting violet colored panties. The back was hopelessly swallowed up between those wobbling, all-consuming cheeks; making for a makeshift thong while the front hugged tightly over a massive, thickening bulge.

“Theeere we go,” said the bree before he unceremoniously dropped his impossible rear onto your face as if you were a mere cushion. All you could muster was a muffled grunt as that black-furred peach came to rest upon your features; the squishy flesh that lie underneath that silken fur practically folding around your head as the Umbreon reclined on top of you to remove those shorts entirely. You felt his surprising weight bear down on you; pressing your head down into the leather surface for an intense few seconds before that bubblebooty lifted off of you—granting you a quick relief.

The handsome Umbreon glanced down at you over his shoulder with a playful smirk as he straddled your torso and rested his thick paws by your head. “Oh I’m gonna have a ton of fun with you. Hope you’re prepared to be my plaything for the night. And if you aren’t, well that’s just too bad,” He tittered, swinging his hand behind him to swat his own rear with a loud, thunderous clap. You were treated to a hypnotic view of ripples coursing through that fat, doughy mound of butt-fat; those bree cheeks jiggling like jello for numerous long moments before they slowly subsided.

You weren’t sure what came over you then. Perhaps it was the way he looked at you. Perhaps it was the way he said those words. Or maybe it was the incessant wobbling of that massive rump bigger than your head. You were starting to get second thoughts about this whole thing. But before you could even begin to protest, you saw his fingers dig deep into those squish cheeks with a firm grip and spread them slowly. A rush of thick, humid air washed over your face; carrying with it an indescribable, deep, heavy, and extremely potent scent. You caught a few sneak peek whiffs before; both at the club, and for the brief moment he relaxed on your face. It wasn’t unpleasant in the slightest, but it was intense. It was overwhelming. It was like taking a sip of a strong alcoholic drink and feeling the effects immediately. It was like a drug that wasted no time kicking in. It was powerful.

You felt his grin become even wider.

“Now take a deep breath,” He purred, his words ringing strongly in your ear.

You hadn’t had any intention of resisting, but the realization suddenly hit that you couldn’t. You didn’t take his words as a teasing suggestion, it was an order, one meant to be obeyed. You emptied your lungs with a sharp exhale, then inhaled as deeply as you could with an audible sniff that was heard even over the music. Your head began to swim as you huffed at his scent—a smell so mysterious and intoxicating that it seemed so otherworldly. So forbidden. Something not meant for a simple individual such as yourself. Such a heavy, dark, and heady scent; topped off with the sweet and sour fragrance of sweat built up from a night of dancing. It was a recipe that made your mind melt; a mixture that made your head swim.

You were absolutely enthralled and he hadn’t even gotten to the fun stuff yet.

“Aw, what a good little toy you are,” teased the Umbreon, “Now be a good little chair for me, won’t you?”

Your vision was then engulfed in darkness by that eclipsing moon. Those perfect mounds mashed down upon you and squished nicely around your face as you were buried under that dark-typed devil. Your nose was pressed up right against that muscled tailhole; hardly obscured by the thin lilac-colored fabric over it. The Smell Of Umbreon was so much more potent now that you could just taste it. You could hardly care about the difficulty of breathing in oxygen when you could just inhale this forever. Or so your melting mind told you.

His weight quickly bore down upon you as he made himself comfortable, shifting his hips here and there as he adjusted nicely. You felt his body rumble with enjoyment as he spoke some teasing words; words you couldn’t quite make out as they were no more than muffled, dulcet tones that tickled your ears. His hips shifted again, and again; your head forced to rock along with his movements. His weight rolled to the left, then to the right; wiggling down on top of you. Then forward and back, then in a circle, then in a figure-eight motion; all in a graceful rhythm. He was chair dancing right on your face; a lap dance that had relocated to your features. His hips then lifted; a quick rush of fresh cool air that washed over your face; a moment that lasted for only a second before that booty came crashing down.

He did it again, then again.

He was bouncing on your face like it were a trampoline.

That oppressing weight came to a sudden, heavy stop once again; allowing for a few moments of anticipation before those hips started rolling once more with a more pressing—humping motion. He was riding you now; mashing your face further into those cheeks as the song tempo picked up in rhythm. Good Little Toy indeed. With him violating your face and suffocating you with his scent. You had no choice but to be his plaything.

The song eventually came to an end, and so did the pokemorph’s wild ride.

With another shift of that bullying weight, those hips slowly peeled off of your face as the Umbreon rose up onto his knees with a deep, lustful purr. Fresh air washed over your sweat soaked face; the cooling of your heated visage serving to slowly bring you back to your senses. You heard a mischievous titter overhead as the Umbreon smirked down at you over his shoulder with a knowing gaze; his hips wiggling lazily as those thick mounds of breebooty wobbled over you in a taunting manner.

“Bet you never had it that good before. That’s one of the perks of being mine, y’know. Experiences you never thought possible, pleasures beyond your wildest dreams. And the only thing you need to do is just look cute and behave yourself,” he said in such a playful, yet domineering tone.

As alluring as this creature was, there was a nagging survival instinct gnawing at you. Something deep down that urged you to struggle; to fight against this creature’s domination over your senses. You shook your head in protest; arguing against his claims of you belonging to him. This was just to be a fun night, nothing more. You don’t belong to anyone.

“Oh? Don’t tell me you’re getting second thoughts now.” The Umbreon pouted playfully while swishing his tail back and forth; wafting that indoctrinating scent all around you, “It’s far too late for that. You’re already mine now.” He flexed his glutes over you with a warm giggle; treating you to another jello-jiggle of those bountiful cheeks of his. “Haven’t you noticed? I already marked you with my scent, kinky ain’t it? Your mind’s probably melting as we speak. And soon you’ll be unable to think of anything else but me,” He licked his lips, “Even if you leave, you’ll just seek me out, because you know your rightful place as my plaything.”

His firm, dominating tone was more than enough to drive you into a panic. The more he said you were his, the more you began to believe it. You had to fight back, you had to escape, you had to break free of whatever spell he had you under. You dug in deep—managing to summon up the will to struggle against your tormentor. You brought your hands up to try and push him off of you; pressing against his thighs and rear in an attempt to throw him off.

“Getting a bit handsy there, aren’t we? Who said you can touch me like that?” The dark-type flashed a devious grin.

The Umbreon didn’t budge an inch. Your hands did little more but press into his silken fur. Your fingers sunk into the soft, warm, yielding squishiness of his thick thighs and massive rump. You pushed, pressed and shoved with all your might; but he remained as rigid as a boulder, and the most you accomplished was give him an appreciative massage at best. Frustrated by your futile efforts, your pushes turned to hits, slaps and strikes; resulting in nothing more than causing wobbling ripples coursing through all booty meat.

“Hey now, don’t smack my ass without permission,” tittered the Umbreon while he shuffled a bit on top of you, still keeping that knowing gaze focused on you from over his shoulder. “Did you figure it out yet? Or are you still going on with this little rebellion of yours?”

He didn’t even have to spell it out for you to realize. Somehow, someway, you were literally unable to resist him. He wasn’t just being playful when he said that you belonged to him; he meant it in ways beyond your comprehension. There was some kind of sinister magic behind that scent of his, that much you understood. But with it baked heavily onto your face and the way it influenced your mind and body; there was little you could do.

You were at his mercy.

“You should see the look on your face,” He snickered, leaning forward while running his hands down along your torso to bring a hand to rest at your groin. He eagerly pressed and rubbed about with a soft rumble, snickering to himself. “Seems your lower half accepted me at least. Looks like it’s time for the main event then.”

Before you could even think to inquire to what those words meant, the Umbreon thumped that rump back onto your face; wasting no time in sitting back with his full weight. Those squishy cheeks practically enveloped your entire head as you were buried under his oppressive weight for another round, and most importantly; overwhelmed you with that mind-numbing scent once again. But this time, something was vastly different.

As he reclined upon you, you couldn’t help but notice a strange sensation that overcame your body. You wanted to write it off as a byproduct of your dulled mind, but it was impossible to ignore the sense of something pushing down on you. It wasn’t that Bree-butt—no, but like invisible hands were pushing against you at all sides; as if trying to squish you somehow. Worse still was that the Umbreon seemed…heavier? Rather…he was growing?!

You groaned hopelessly (and perhaps lustfully) into his cheeks while your hands pressed and squeezed at the gorgeous male’s curves in a mix of both appreciation and desperation. Not only was the pokemorph’s weight increasing on top of you, but that ass of his was covering more of you as well. Those more-than-handfuls you were desperately grasping at were literally growing out of your hands. Now seemingly swelling on top of you; that rear was no longer smothering your face, but now your chest, then your entire torso, then your legs—your whole body was now pinned under those overwhelming mounds of booty-fat; dimpled into the curves of his mighty cheeks.

Miraculously, you weren’t crushed. But unfortunately for you, this meant you were just a helpless nothing between the bree’s doughy behind and the soft, sweaty, leathery surface of the couch. Darkness clouded your vision far more than before as that plush, doughy fat squished all around you; not just flattening you underneath, but yielding to your shape and almost folding around you entirely. You were completely helpless.

And in a way, you kind of enjoyed it.

You then felt that unfathomable weight shift and roll over you, like the churning waves of the ocean flowing over your body; except it was Umbreon booty meat. You were essentially steamrolled by his movements, mixed in with the occasional pause of a portion of his weight lifting and pressing back down on you; efforts that served to be a world-rocking experience. But to him, he was merely wiggling in his seat to get comfortable, while giving an unseen grin the entire time.

You heard him say something, but couldn’t make out a single word—no doubt he was teasing and taunting you; followed by a steady rhythm of additional words, as if he was counting. That vocal rhythm then came to a stop and you felt a sharp, rising lurch; a sudden shift as you were pulled along with the giant’s movements. You felt a cool rush of air at your back, which made the situation all too clear even in your delirious state: you were stuck to the Umbreon’s ass; the heat, humidity and sweat from being under him making for quite the makeshift adhesive.

A delightful, booming giggle reached your ears as you felt a pair of tree-sized fingers pinch at your waist; peeling you away from the mooning mounds as if you were a sticker to be removed. You were slowly lifted upward; moving up the floors of the building-sized bree until you were brought before his grinning face.

“Well aren’t you an adorable little thing?”

His voice boomed against you with the audio intensity of the club you came from. His warm breath washed over and wrapped around you with its fruit-scented heat. Another large digit rose up above you and came to rest upon your head, stroking it gingerly as if you were a dear pet.

“Aww, now don’t be scared. It’s not like I’m going to hurt you. You’ll just feel some minor discomfort. Don’t resist, give in, and you’ll have an experience you’ll never forget.” The creature rumbled with a warm purr, shifting in his seat to lie down on his stomach and twisting his torso slightly to keep an eye on you as he dangled you over the mountainous hills of his ass. “Crazy ain’t it? That ass of mine must look like some kind of landmark to you, but it’s actually no bigger than it was before,” He teased before gripping one of his cheeks with a free hand to spread those mounds apart, “If you thought me sitting on your face was to die for, have I got a surprise for you.”

The world blurred passed you as he slowly lowered you toward the parted seas that were his ass cheeks; a black furred canyon with a line of that purple fabric dividing the two. Those guiding fingers nestled you right in the center of it all; a single finger now positioning and pressing you in betwixt those cheeks; your head firmly pushed against the muscled tail-hole barely obscured by that underwear. And with that digit keeping you in place, he released his cheek, causing those thick, jiggling canyon-esque booty walls to close in on you; his finger abandoning you in the process as he settled into a more comfortable position.

Your last glimpse of light (or anything really) was his bushy tail swaying high above before those walls closed in all around you as he relaxed his cheeks and left you buried deep on the ‘canyon floor’ of his ass. Your vision was shrouded in complete darkness. Those cheeks pressed heavily against you; an incredible wonder that something so soft, so squishy, and so yielding could sandwich you this tightly. His scent baked intensely all around you and the combination of heat, sweat and humidity made for sauna-like conditions; a comically named ‘Hot Seat’ if you will.

There was very little room for you to move. Any attempts to push away the masses of butt-fat to try and manage a means of escape just resulted in all that squishiness pushing back against you. You then felt the massive-eon’s body rumble with a laugh; perhaps fully aware of your futile attempts to escape from the ‘ass prison’. You heard the giant creature speak once more, but was unable to make out his words clearly; something along the lines of “being ready for what comes next”; words that certainly served to not put you at ease.

Suddenly those walls around you became taut; the Umbreon now flexing his cheeks as he clamped them tight and firm against you, engulfing you entirely with an overwhelming grip. What was once a tight fit became an intense crushing force that was strangely pleasant in its own right; pressure that could easily render you a pancake was offset by the seemingly endless void of softness. Still, what little air you had left was forced from your lungs and your entire body was pressed upon relentlessly upon those cheeks. If it wasn’t enough to crush you outright, it certainly was enough to smother you. But before you could hit any point of panic; those cheeks relaxed and parted away to offer you some slight reprieve. Only to slam back against you and pressed firmly once again.

A few seconds of pressing, a few seconds of relaxing. Pressing. Relaxing. Squishing. Relaxing. Squeezing. Relaxing. Tenderizing. Relaxing. All in a steady, tormenting rhythm while the Umbreon gleefully giggled and taunted you the entire time. You weren’t sure how much time had passed while you had to endure all this merciless smashing, but one thing was becoming quite clear to you.

You were really enjoying this.

Even though deep down you felt you really shouldn’t.

There was something about the way all that fur and flesh pressed down on you; the way it squeezed, kneaded and wrapped tightly about you. The way that scent overloaded your sense of taste and smell. The way that sweltering heat stuck to your body. It all made for the amazing experience the Umbreon said it would be.

You then felt a sudden shift as the creature moved his hips; a massive finger returning to dip down into bree-butt void to press down against you—tucking you in as deeply as possible. His cheeks were then slowly squeezed shut while he pulled back his finger again; this time with twice as much pressure as before. He held you as tight as he could with that mighty flex; flattening you firmly between those mighty walls as his body quaked with a delighted purr.

Numerous seconds went by without any sign of those cheeks relaxing; depriving you of what little oxygen you had and leaving you at the mercy of that crushing force.

And this simply made you all the hotter.

There was no room to squirm or struggle, but that didn’t stop you from grinding and bucking your hips against that great, cushiony wall of butt. You had no idea what came over you, but you also didn’t care; this entire evening had left you aroused beyond belief. Any bit of fear and worry you had was overtaken by sheer lust—a complete need to devote yourself to the dark-type’s monolithic behind. A part of you wondered if he would notice—if he even cared. Would he be amused, would he be annoyed?

Would he let you finish before crushing you flat between those mounds?

Whether you did or you didn’t; you were once again spared a terrible fate with another sharp lurch. The Umbreon began moving again, turning onto his side and dipping in those fingers once more. They plucked you up as simply as one would pluck up a figurine; pulling you out of that oven of plushness and swinging you up and over to his grinning face.

“Well well, having fun back there, little one?” He tittered, giving your head a little pat, “Sorry to interrupt, but a little booty text came my way and it looks like I’m due for some extra fun tonight. But don’t worry, I know exactly where to put you for the rest of the night.”

Licking his lips, the Umbreon slowly stood up from his seat and bent over slightly. You were once again brought over to those hungry cheeks, now treated to a view of your captor hooking his thumb to snag his nigh-useless underwear to pull it to the side. Behind the lilac-shaded fabric was that dark muscled ring you were already familiar with at this point; though now it seemed more of a proper, formal meeting.

“We’re gonna go on a nice little trip, shrimp, and it’s gonna be a bit of a wild ride for you. But don’t worry, I made sure to prepare a seat belt for you.”

With a light chuckle, he tucked you in-between those cheeks once again; pushing you in nice and deep until your head and face were reacquainted with the Umbreon’s dark hole once again. It ‘winked’ and quivered against your features; ‘smooching’ you hungrily before opening wider as if it were yawning. Those fingers pushed against you even further; pressing your entire head into that tight and heated black hole.

The Umbreon’s well-trained rear didn’t appear to struggle in the slightest; easily swallowing your entire skull and soon working to accept your shoulders. Despite your squirms, struggles and desperate wriggles; nothing you could do was a match for the sheer size and power of the bree’s mighty behind overwhelming you by magnitudes. Your arms were pinned to your sides as those soft tunnels and clenching muscles tugged you in deeper; that rugged ring then gliding along your torso up to your waist.

With the hard part out of the way; it was effectively smooth sailing from there. The rest of your body was easily slurped in and quickly surrounded by the soft, hot, grip-tight tunnel that was the titanic Umbreon’s backdoor; leaving you completely trapped and immobilized within that bree-scented zone. And finally, there was that light push at your feet with a single oversized digit to seal the deal; your legs now entirely encased in that warm cocoon and leaving nothing on the outside; that anal ring tightening up behind you and securing you within.

You were locked within that deep, tight darkness; buried in the scent and heat you had becoming intimately familiar with. You were unaware of anything that would occur outside. You’d never know of the Umbreon’s satisfied sigh, the playful slap of his bottom, the readjustment of his underwear and him tugging his shorts back on. He’d resume the rest of his night, as if nothing had ever happened.