Becoming a Wolven Dart

You remember how you'd gotten Himalaia unstuck the last time: With a running headbutt. You back up a bit, getting ready to dash at her buttocks.

You begin gathering momentum as you speed toward her ass. However, you seem to have forgotten something: Your head is no longer wide and flat. In fact, it's narrow and somewhat pointed. You're less of a wrecking ball, and more of a dart.

You realize this mid-dash, but you've gathered too much momentum to stop. Within moments, you collide with her rear. However, your aim was a bit too precise...

You've hit the direct center of her butt, meaning that your muzzle has found its way nearly half a foot up her anus! Her legs spread apart with a new mass pushing them outwards.

Needless to say, Himalaia is... Unpleasantly surprised. She lets loose a series of yips and squeals and short howls. She begins to thrash about, tossing your head about with her.

"What the hell are you doing?!" she screams. "Get out of there, you pervert!"

"I'm sorry! I was trying to force you through like last time... And it... Failed..." you say, embarrassment entering your voice. Despite you being muffled, she can hear you just fine. However, she seems to find the movements your lips make inside of her fat ass incredibly uncomfortable. However, as time goes by, she gets used to it, and even seems to enjoy it a bit.

"It's... It's okay..." she says, trying to mask the pleasure she is deriving from the situation that is creeping into her voice.

You inhale deeply. You're enjoying this as well. Before you can stop yourself, your tongue darts from your mouth and begins exploring this "new frontier." She begins to squirm a bit, and giggles.

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