#butt crushing

[coffee-drinker935]

Winter’s New Struggle pg 2

Commission for Gold Dragon Different sister same result (just you can see it this time)

[twistedtummies2]

Leona seems like the type to get up in the morning and get ready to take a shower, only for a tiny weight to slip out from between his buttocks, that being a person he’d shrunken down and dropped down the back of his pants the day before for one reason or another, and simply forgot to set free before going to bed.. and depending on if they’re still alive or not, I could see them either going down his gullet, back into his boxers once he’s done showering, or maybe set free if he’s feeling nice.

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…”

The Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm had wound up shrunk…permanently. Something to do with a very rude bat. Others had been returned to their natural height…but somehow or other, the same could not be said for them. Naturally, his Herbivore had come to him hoping he could help. Leona couldn’t help but smirk with a hint of cruelty. As much as he loved his favorite human…they REALLY should have known better. Now, more than they ever had before, they belonged to him. And always would.

He’d make certain of that, one way or another. Chuckling darkly to himself, Leona turned around crouched down, shadow falling over the shrunken Prefect where they lay. “How’d you enjoy a whole day and night in my ass, huh?” he taunted demeaningly. His smug look faded when the Prefect failed to respond. They didn’t even twitch. “Oi. Herbivore. Answer when your King speaks!” he snapped. Still no response. A flutter of something very close to panic flickered in Leona’s heart, but he suppressed it quickly. (If they died courtesy of his fat ass, he wanted to be AWARE of it…right till their last breath.) The lion very cautiously reached down and took hold of his favorite plaything by both their legs, then rose to his full height. The Prefect was dangled upside-down before his face as Leona held up a finger and carefully placed a tip against their tiny chest. A weighty exhale - not quite a sigh, but close - left his nostrils. Breathing normal, pulse present. And clearly nothing was broken, otherwise they would have woken up and cried out in pain by this point. They’d passed out in his butt, possibly smothered, possibly just falling asleep…but they were still alive… …At least for now. GLLLOOORRRLLLB…! Leona winced as his great, greedy gut growled angrily. He placed a hand over it…then his green eyes lit up, and a wicked grin split his face, revealing all of his sharp, ivory teeth. He licked his lips with his wet, pink tongue as a dangerous sort of purr prowled its way out of his beefy chest. “Mmmmmmmrrrrrrrrrrrr,” he mumbled as he eyed his silent, limp, helpless prey. “Maybe I oughta have an appetizer before dinner…” Another menacing chuckle left the lion, and he opened his mouth wide. His foul, thick morning breath wafted from his jaws as he began to lower his prey into his salivating maw headfirst. The unconscious, tiny, magic-lacking human was completely defenseless…by the time they woke up, Leona thought with sadistic glee, they’d be in his belly. Maybe he’d let them out. Maybe he wouldn’t.

He hadn’t decided yet. A look like lust filled Leona’s eyes as he moved them closer to his mouth…closer…closer…his eyes began to slide shut as a loving, longing, eager “Ahhhhhhh…!” left him… …Then his eyes shot open. His nostrils flared three times… …And Leona flinched back violently. He grimaced and turned a little green in the face as he gritted his teeth and scrunched one eye closed. “Tch! Damn, you STINK!” Of course, the passed-out Prefect couldn’t answer…but Leona thought their unconscious expression almost looked like a smug smile of their own. Almost. Nearly pouting, the lion scowled…then let out a “hmph” and turned on his heel, shifting his grip to hold his unconscious pet in his fist as he marched towards the bathroom. “Fine,” he said, hips swaying as he began to strut, his smile slowly returning. “First I’ll clean up…then I’ll clean you up…THEN I’ll have my appetizer.” With a devilish laugh, Leona purred anew as he entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him, tail flicking about as he now felt in unusually high spirits. He absolutely LOVED his new toy…his forever and ever. Body and soul. Already this morning was starting to feel a little better!

[twistedtummies2]

Showoff (LeonaXReader)

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.”

Leona just smiled wider. The tips of his sharp, white teeth now flickered in the fading daylight. He chuckled and finished off his soda, then belched again and scratched his stomach. “BLLLLUUUURRRRRLLLLLGP…phew…damn, that was a deep one,” he mumbled, wiping his jowls on the back of one tattooed arm. “I could actually feel it bubbling in my gut…” You bit your lip, blushing even more. You glanced between the lion and the soda you, yourself, carried. You had almost a full can left.

You weren’t sure why…but suddenly, impulsively, you threw your head back…and - GLUG, GLUG, GLUG - began to chug down your drink. Your brow knitted and you groaned slightly between gollops as you swallowed it as fast as you could. You could actually feel the gases building inside your own belly, which let out an almost rebellious bellow, not used to you feeding it so much carbonation so quickly. Leona’s eyes widened slightly, and his smile fell, as he watched you with some interest. Then, he nearly jolted as you pulled away the can from your lips…gasped…and then… “BWWWAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUP!” You panted as the unusually gigantic belch left your body. You were VERY red in the face as you gave Leona a weak but defiant sort of smile. He simply looked at you with absolute amazement, clearly stunned. “Well?” you checked, as you finally caught your breath, a little flicker of anxiety in your eyes. “How was that, Mr. Gas Giant, huh?” Leona blinked three times…then his expression cooled. An amused, affectionate sort of look came to his face, and he chuckled aloud, the sound clucking in his throat. “Gotta admit, Herbivore, that was impressive,” he said, honestly, and offered a slow clap. “I’ll make a real animal outta you yet, if yer gonna start lettin’ roars like that rip.” You couldn’t help but feel a sort of crude, infantile pride at his praise, and held your head high as you puffed out your chest and crushed the now empty soda can in one hand. In typical expectation, the center of the can was now pressed flat, while the top and the bottom retained their cylindrical rotundity, giving it a sort of hourglass shape. Your smile soon fell, however, when - after doing so - Leona looked at the can in your hand and smirked wider, a slightly devious expression upon his sharp, tanned face. He pointed to the crushed soda container in your grip. “That the best you got?” he asked. You looked at the can, then back up at him…and frowned. “Why?” was all you asked, slowly and cautiously. Leona just snorted softly through his nose - like a lion chuffing at their mate’s affections - and rolled his eyes before positioning his own empty can between his two hands. At first, it seemed he was about to flatten it between his palms like a pile-driver… …Then, he paused, and a lightbulb seemed to go off over his head. His rope-like tail switched upwards and curved into a question mark shape…and he laughed softly, almost ominously. Not sure what he was up to, all you could do was watch…and your eyes widened as he moved himself around, teasingly bending over a bit…his plush, plump, fat bottom now plainly visible. He petted one of his soft, thick cheeks with one hand through the fabric of his denim jeans…then his voice slithered into your ears… “We still alone?” he whispered, in a dulcet way. You gulped nervously, glanced about carefully, then nodded to indicate you were. “Good,” Leona winked…and then cautiously moved the hem of his pants down, underwear and all. Now, his wobbling cheeks overflowed past his trousers, mooning you as day changed to twilight.

You felt the breath hitch in your chest…and your heart seemed to skip a beat as Leona calmly, almost casually, pressed his own empty soda can riiiiight between his cheeks, nestling it into the musky canyon of his gluteus maximus. He then closed his eyes, as if focusing…and… KRRRRNNNNCH! With a growl, a grunt, and a FLEX of those fat ass cheeks…the can was flattened like pancake, till it was practically no thicker than a piece of aluminum foil. Leona sighed, and pulled the flattened can free, before flipping the seat of his pants back into place and smirking wider than ever as he faced you, the ex-soda-container dangling between two fingers as he playfully wiggled it around. “Can’t top that, can you?” he taunted. All you could do was squeak in response. Leona laughed louder, grinning from ear to ear…then reached out and cupped your cheek as he leaned towards you. His hot breath steamed over your face as he spoke in a seductive, smoky sort of way. “I think you’ve got much, MUCH more important things to look at than the sunset, Herbivore. I’ll give you a REAL close look in my room, if you like.” You were trembling. “...And…in r-return?” you peeped, knowing he never did favors for free. Leona licked his lips in response. “Mmmm...maybe you can give me something more FILLING than soda. I need something with more…” He gave your cheeks a slight squeeze and visibly began to drool. “...Meat. If you’re very good, I might even not eat YOU, on top of it all. Deal?” Oh, you could NOT pass up a chance like that, and the way your smile went loopy and lopsided indicated that before you even offered verbal agreement. “Good pet,” Leona cooed, smugly, and led you away towards his personal room. “C’mon, Herbivore…you’ve got some food to prepare…and I’ve got a cushion to sit on while I eat it…” You were amazed you were able to keep walking after that, your legs felt so wobbly. Leona laughed louder than ever at the frankly goofy look on your face. “Jeeze, you’re a weirdo,” he taunted. “You’re lucky I like you, and I hope you know that.” You blinked twice…then, your goofy expression changed…and you leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. Leona froze stiff. He stared at you. His smile evaporated in an instant. You smiled back, sincerely, but also somewhat sneakily. “The feeling is mutual,” was all you said. Leona blinked…then he growled, grouchily, and scoffed, rolling his eyes and ruffling your hair untidily. “Don’t gotta be a sap about it,” he grumbled. All you could do was giggle and grin. You’d noticed how HE was the one blushing this time. “And that’s a win for the home team,” you whispered to yourself. “What’s that?” “Nothing, Leona. Nothing at all.”

[twistedtummies2]

How do you think Leona might react to his S/O asking to be imprisoned in his rump-crack?

“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…”

Huge, strong, wiry fingers reached out. You braced yourself and soon felt them wrap about you like steel bands as the lion lifted you up, Up, UP…and then rose to his full height. You didn’t DARE look down just yet, already feeling your stomach flip around inside of you from the shifting pull of gravity. You felt like you were in the grip of a construction crane, fifty to a hundred feet in the air… “Usually, cute things just annoy the Hell outta me,” Leona added, blandly, as he inspected you. “But in your case…heh…you’re just so completely pathetic, I can’t help but love it…” You could hear the sounds of his tongue as it slapped about behind his sharp teeth when he pulled you closer to his face. “...Your life is completely in my hands. Literally. Betcha like that, too, don’tcha?” You could only let out a feeble whine. Leona laughed, the sound jangling your eardrums. “Damn, are you so turned on you can’t even talk? Pervy little thing…I haven’t even gotten to the good part and you’re already speechless!” He licked his teeth, a devilish look in his green eyes. Hot, meat-scented breath puffed through your hair as he added in a dusky tone: “You better not be that quiet the rest of the time. Gotta make this entertaining for me, or…” He gave you a squeeze, fingers tightening till you let out a mousey squeak. “...Get it?” You gulped nervously as the fingers relaxed. You probably should have just said “yes, sir” and moved on with things. Buuuut even now, you couldn’t help yourself. “I thought Floyd was the one who loved squeezing people,” you clapped back. Leona’s eyes narrowed. “I could literally eat you,” he droned. “You say that like I’d complain.” “When I start digesting you, I think you will. And I’ll still get to have MY fun,” smirked the sadistic lion-man. “And you call ME a kinky weirdo,” you teased, wiggling impulsively in the fist of your cruel-hearted beau. Leona’s smirk changed into a sneer. “Tch. Got a lotta sass for someone I could smear under my foot,” he muttered. “Guess the only way I’m gonna get you to quit yappin’ is by given’ you that birthday wish finally…” He pulled you close again and sniffed at you. A thrum left him; approving and interested. “Mmmmm…you smell so fucking good,” he moaned, more than a hint of predatory hungry dripping from the last four syllables. He licked his lips and then went on: “I think it’s time we change that.”

So saying, your boyfriend finally cut the preamble and got to the part you both had been waiting for. The hand holding you swung back around himself…and soon, so did his free hand. The latter tugged at the waistband of his dark trousers, hooking a finger over the black-and-gold boxer briefs beneath. You shivered and curled up a bit, your breath rate intensifying. You were now dangling directly over the dark crevice between his pants…and Leona’s bare buttocks. The plump, juicy ass cheeks and the black, sweaty canyon between them were like the maw of some unholy demon, ready to swallow you alive. Steam that stank of masculine musk floated up into your nose and made your stomach roil, even as all the blood in your body seemed to rush straight to your face, your countenance flushing till it was the shade of a beet. “For talking back to the King, I sentence you to twenty four hours. Back. Here,” Leona growled. “You have the right to squirm like a bug. Try not to suffocate.” And without another word, you felt the fingers that held you loosen…and gravity seized you like the talons of a bird of prey. But while such a great terror would have carried you up, up and away…this far more uncaring force pulled you downwards. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as you plummeted down towards the vast, dim crack below. Towards the plush, soft, but powerfully-built cheeks. You saw the giant ass grow larger and larger before you, as the light was soon consumed by the darkness of his backside… …Then - BOP! - you bounced right off the half-lions right cheek..and fell straight into the crack between his glutes. SNAP! Leona released his waistband with a slight sigh of relief - one so faint you weren’t sure he’d even done so - and then grunted as he flexed his cheeks. You squealed and cried out as the massive boulders of his buttocks seemed to gum you down, like a toothless mouth, dragging you into their depths…sending you sinking into a place where the Sun don’t shine. “Oh, don’t be such a wuss,” Leona’s voice drifted down, as he heard your shrill, frightened sounds. “You wanted this, you little rat. So JUST. GET. IN THERE!” Your whines and keens were muffled and stolen away, Leona flexed again, and you sank further into the silky, sweaty abyss. You felt the ass flesh smother your face as one hand desperately reached out…only to sink down into the tight, squeezing, smelly place with you. As the last of you descended into his crack, Leona smirked outside. He gave his butt a pat, purring as it bounced with each tap. “Happy Birthday, Herbivore,” he hummed. “Now, do me a favor and don’t die back there…if you’re lucky, I won’t extend your sentence.” With a happy shudder, Leona then strutted away - hips swaying, cheeks rippling with every step - as casually and carelessly as could be.