"Aw," whine a voice from the dust as it settled, "why'd you have to move, Sonilla?"
Sonic-Zilla cringed at that nickname, well aware that there was only one person who used it for him, and his feeling was confirmed when the dust settled to reveal a pink mobian hedgehog his size with yellow eyes, a grey-ish muzzle, fanged teeth, and gloved clawed hands that wrapped around a green hammer with spikes at the end in a white t-shirt with green sleeves, an orange skirt, blue sneakers, and an ass that was so big that it would've covered all but his head, legs, and arms completely had it landed on him.
Said ass was also planted right where he had been mere moments before. Making her intent VERY obvious.
"Maybe because I don't want to be under a pink butt." Sonic-Zilla retorted, only to get a loud fart and quickly encompassing pink cloud in response.
And by quick, I mean quick. In a blink of an eye, the cloud had spread and wafted throughout the immediate area, the lack of wind today making sure it and its scent lingered. Much to Sonic-Zilla's gagging dismay as he covered his nose and felt the effects.
"Aw," Amy-Zilla cooed, "don't you lie." She patted her buttock. "You know you love it when this ass is on top of you; rubbing on you, gassing you, making you my submissive little king~!" She let out another poot and stoop up, her butt wobbling as she did so, and gave him a lecherous look.
"What will it be?" She asked. "Fight," she wagged her hammer, "or Submit?" She bent over and let out a fart that sent a pink cloud right at Sonic-Zilla, making his eyes water as the smell bypassed his hand.
"This is bad," Sonic-Zilla thought, "Amy-Zilla's got me in a bad spot. Her Scented Rose is on par with my Sonic Blast! Maybe better, and she doesn't have an emerald!" Not for the first time did he tremble in Amy-Zilla's presence, for too long now the pink hedgehog had proven herself a scarily even match to him, and had her way and wish with him fulfilled through no effort other than her own.
With her as Queen, who knew what'd happen.
That just left two options: Fight or Flee?
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