In a brief second, Yang uses her free arm to grab her grab the approaching wrist.
Blake, surprised of this quick thinking, hesitated.
As she tightly gripped Blake’s wrist, Yang pulled Blake towards her so she would lose balance. This freed Yang’s other arm, allowing her to send her fist straight into Blake’s stomach. Blake recoiled as this attack both knocked the wind out of her and caused an unintended release. PPPPPPPFFFFFFFPLSqrppppplth* After a disgustingly wet fart, Blake fell to her knees and hung her head while holding her tummy with both arms.
Yang got up from the bed and stood in front of the stunned huntress. “Ha, how do you like it?” Yang turned around. “It’s not fun when you’re the one being tricked, is it?”
Blake was about to about to reply, raising her head, deeply frustrated by what had happened. However, her retort was interrupted by her friend’s voluminous butt cheeks engulfing her nose. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFT* Blake coughed as she carefully backed away from Yang’s ass as if something about her was slowing her down during her attempted flee.
“Oh no you don’t,” Yang states as she grabs the back of her friend’s head with one hand, forcing in into her musky rear. “There is more where that came from.” Yang takes her left fist and jabs it into her stomach, forcing out the demon. PPPFRRRRRFRRRRRRRRRRFRRRPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLPLPLPPPPPPPPPPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLP LPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPL PLppppppppppt*
After thoroughly humiliating her defeated rival, Yang bursts in bout of laughter. She let go of Blake and turned to face her. “Well, I guess that settles it. Unless you think you can top that. Say, I don’t remember us finishing all the burri…” Yang’s pride immediately switched to that of concern. Blake was staring at her with those seductive eyes of hers. However, her saddened expression and her red cheeks only portrayed a sense of embarrassment almost on the level of pure fear. Yang remembered this expression the time Blake was spat at of by other humans for her animal ears. She knew something was wrong.
“Um, Blake, you okay?” Yang asks.
Blake said nothing as she turned her head around to see what was directly behind her. Then, Yang remembered Blake’s sloppy poot a minute ago after suffering a forceful blow to the gut.
“Oh no,” Yang thought. “Did she mess herself?” Yang contemplated this and wondered how to handle this embarrassing situation.
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