#butt crushing

Winter’s New Struggle pg 2

The sunrise stretched its gilded rays across the pocket of the world Savanaclaw Dorm inhabited with a quiescent lethargy. From room to room, hall to hall, beastmen and non alike began to awaken. They shuffled about, first one by one, then a couple at a time, through their morning routines, readying themselves for the day’s studies and activities. Unsurprisingly, among the last to be roused by the solar beams spearing through his window was a certain half-lion, lounging in an untidy sprawl across his bed. His lower half was veiled by the bedsheets. His upper half was bare, leaving his naked belly exposed to the warm light; as it pooled across his stomach, he scratched it in his sleep, a low rumble seeming to echo through the room. It wasn’t till the sunshine dared to tickle the scar that gashed itself across his left eye that the rumble became an aggravated growl. Then, two emerald eyes - dimly smoldering like green lantern-lights in the fading shadows of the intensifying morning - fluttered open. Leona Kingscholar hissed softly, fangs bared as he scrubbed at his eyes and slowly sat up in bed. He glared at the dawn outside as if the morning glow itself were the source of every single thing wrong in his entire life. “Grrrrmph…what time is it?” he grumbled, and reached across to his nightstand, where his mobile phone was plugged in and resting. A glance at the time made him groan; far too early for his liking. “Urgh…and on a Monday, too…first class is Trein’s…” Leona trailed off in his griping as a yawn rolled through his body. He stretched his arms up and outwards, jaws opening wide to reveal a glistening chasm of tongue and teeth which were feared by all his prey. His abs tightened, and as his back let out a pop that might have been mistaken for a firecracker burst, an airy sort of burp billowed up from his empty belly, followed by a whining gurgle. “BHHHUUUHHHUUURRRP! Blegh…hunger belch,” he grunted, and scratched his stomach again, smacking his lips and grimacing at the sour taste of his own morning breath on his tongue. He licked his teeth and hummed thoughtfully, wondering if he should just get back to sleep for a while longer…but then he remembered that if he slept in TOO long, Ruggie would no doubt come in nagging at him, and he REALLY wasn’t in the mood. He sighed dismally before giving a drowsy sort of shrug and scrubbing at his eyes. “Least I got time for some breakfast this way,” he muttered, running his fingertips along his empty belly. It let out another gurgle, this time almost hopeful sounding in its pitch and quality. He rolled his eyes and smirked to himself. “Needy,” he mumbled, and kicked off his sheets before rising up from his bed.

Leona had gone to bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He carelessly, crudely, crassly gave his buttocks a scratch; the thick padding of his shapely rump jiggled slightly at his touch as he then began to walk towards the private bathroom of his dorm room. As he walked, he could have sworn he felt something tickling or itching right between the plump, juicy cheeks - thickened and toned in equal proportion by a combination of meat-eating and athletic activity. And a bit sweaty, given the natural heat of the atmosphere, and the fact Leona had not showered the evening before. After the previous day’s Spelldrive Tournament, the notoriously lazy lion was wiped out, and had retired to bed without a jot of care for all the grime built up. He’d wash it off in the morning, he figured…and he was about to do so now. With each step, Leona felt the “something” intensify; there was an undeniable solidity, a weight, to it. Halfway to the bathroom, he sneered and reached back to adjust his boxers, wondering if perhaps some fabric had gotten stuck back there… …Then paused and blinked as he felt the unmistakable sensation of something fall past his boxer lining and hit a rug on the ground. “What in Hades…?” Leona turned around, confused beyond belief…and soon saw the offending cause. Lying on the ground, inches from his bare right heel, was a body. A tiny, TINY body; barely three inches tall, but decidedly human. Kingscholar’s eyes widened…then a drab sort of look painted his face. “Oh, right,” he drawled dryly. “I forgot I shoved you back there yesterday morning, Herbivore…”

This is a quick little "mini-story" I whipped up the other day on a whim. It's kinky, silly, weird, and relatively short. It features My Sworn King, Leona, and is written from the POV of the Prefect as his S/O, like most of my stories featuring him.

WARNING: CONTAINS RUMP-RELATED SHENANIGANS, IMPLIED VORE AND STUFFING, BELCHING, SODA CHUGGING, AND GENERAL INSANITY. DON'T LIKE? NOT 18+? DON'T READ.

'Nuff said. Hope y'all enjoy!

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“GWWWWUUUUUYYYYUUUUURRRRRRLLLLLLLP! Ahhh…felt good comin’ up…” You blushed bright red, but couldn’t help but fan your face and crinkle your nose at the sour-sweet smell that now hung in the air. “Yeesh…you oughta warn people when you let one of those out. Seriously, your gut should come with a warning label…” Your boyfriend just smirked lazily…to be fair, “lazily” described so much of him in general. From the way his lips curled in a sultry, superior fashion, to the smoldering look in his half-lidded, glowing green eyes, to the way his tail swished behind him, and even to the way he leaned back against the wall as the two of you watched the sunset from a spot near the training field of Savanaclaw Dorm. Everything about Leona Kingscholar seemed lazy, at ease, and thoroughly in control, almost no matter what he did. It was part of what made him so gorgeous. “Heh…don’t act like you don’t love it,” he teased, winking his scarred eye in your direction. “Kinky li’l Herbivore. I can see those nostrils flarin’.” You quickly covered your nose and mouth with your hands, which just made Leona snort and roll his eyes. “Tch. You act like such a cub sometimes,” he muttered, and swished the fizzing soda pop in a can he held with a slight turn of his gloved wrist. He then lifted the can up to his face and began to drink from it. You could hear the sound of him gulping it down, mouthful by mouthful…see the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed in his beautiful neck as he swilled it along through his esophagus, sending the bubbling, sugary concoction down into his stomach. Almost unconsciously, your eyes wandered to peer at his belly…part of his waist and hip exposed by the odd angle of his loose-fitting mustard-hued shirt and the fit of his pants. You fancied you could even hear the way the soda foamed and sloshed as it was swirled about in that stomach…your mind immediately conjuring images of yourself being spun about, squelched between the gut walls…his little mouse…his little snack… You tried to shake such thoughts away, but Leona just smirked wider as he noticed the way you stared before quickly peeling your gaze away. Silently, wordlessly, he pinched the edge of his shirt…and lifted it up, exposing his ribbed abdomen. He ran his fingers along his six pack, purring serenely…waiting till you turned and ogled him once again. “I brought you out here to see the sunset,” he said, in a soft, sly way. “But I think you find this…” He patted his belly. “...Much more interesting. Heh. I’m kinda flattered…” You blushed. It took you a moment to respond, as you nervously fidgeted your fingers around your own can of soda. “Y-Yeah, well…if you weren’t such a showoff, it would be easier to focus on the horizon.”

“You sure about this?” You blushed bright red as you nodded in response to your king’s words. Leona did not look fully convinced as he stood before you, dressed in his school uniform. His arms were crossed and his tail swished back and forth behind him. You tried to avoid constantly glancing towards your boyfriend’s hips as the tail caught your attention…but given the situation, it was hard to do so. “I’m serious, Herbivore,” Leona growled, his scarred eye glittering as he gave you a stern sort of look. “I’m not gonna go easy on you. You should know that.” “I do,” you said softly, nodding again. After a pause, your voice became shaky: “Please…you’ve kept me waiting all week, just…I’m ready.” Leona snorted. “You are absolutely NOT ready, you kinky little weirdo,” he retorted, and began to smirk. “Not that I’m gonna mind that at all.” He moved closer to you and leaned in, whispering into your ear. “You might not survive this,” he teased, in a sultry, slippery way. “You know I get…aggressive when I’m really, REALLY enjoying myself.” The way his voice rippled its way into a growl with those last few words made your heart pitter-patter in your chest. Your knees felt weak. “I could make this birthday your last,” he added. “You willing to risk that? To risk me?” You took a deep breath and answered by repeating just one word. “Please.” Leona snickered. You felt his lips delicately brush over your cheek in a subtle kiss. “You’re such a freak,” he said, but the words were fond rather than biting and cruel. “But I guess you’re my freak, so…whatever.” Shrugging, the lion pulled back and took a couple paces away as he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small glass bottle, filled with Sam’s patented shrinking powder. He tapped a small amount of it into the palm of his other gloved hand, and then held it up to his face. He winked, a rather wicked grin crossing his features. You almost whimpered. He was clearly as excited as you were, just for different reasons. “Hold your breath,” he said, and then - PHOOSH! - he blew the dust into your face, as if he were blowing a kiss. You coughed three times, and soon felt the world spin and stretch around you, as the pink mist spiraled about. As the dusty, vaporous haze cleared, you found the powder had worked its magic spell: you were now no bigger than a mouse, standing at the sandaled feet of your boyfriend. Your King. Your God. Leona rumbled as he crouched down, arms slung over his knees as he cocked his head to one side. He chuffed through his nose with amusement as he peered down at you. His eyes were half-lidded, smoldering like emerald lamps. You could feel the tremors of his pleased rumbles as they vibrated into the ground at your shrunken feet. “Heh…y’know somethin’ herbivore?” he crooned. “I think I like you even more this way…”