âSmack!â from a certain big and tailed gent for Ylva.
There was a brief moment, in which the silence after the smack filled the room, and the shockwave of hand upon jiggly butt settled. A moment of stillness, where the fact caught up to her, and her mind processed the proper reaction to that which had just occurred. Then she turned, her face a silent blank stare, her mouth opened slightly, a mere whisper breaking the silence. âYou do realize,â she said, still with this deadpan stare, âwhat this means?â Then, her ears wiggled slightly, her mouth forming the biggest grin, little fangs showing. âYour butt is not rightfully mine, Captain.â And with that, she lounged at him, fully intent of smacking him right back, or maybe just squish it, sheâd see once she got her hands on it.















