You screamed as the ass' ass came crashing down on you. The weight of the world seemed to be crushing you, taking the wind out of you. You were still alive though, thank god for that, but the smell that suddenly hit you made you wish you weren't. You weren't surprised Donkey didn't know how to wash his literal ass, and the slight dampness of sweat grossed you out.
You weren't sure where you are under donkeys ass, and his voice, while muffled, was almost like the omniscient god to you. You assumed you were under a cheek, the smell was strong but not strong enough to be in the crack. You had to be near though, there was still a smell. Donkey started to move his ass around a little bit, trying to get rid of the annoying "rock" he was sitting on. You moved under his ass unwilling before finally you...
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