His clever tactic to distract the opponent with his big mottled booty was working as the red yearling's jaws retreated from his foot. However, the downfall was that her jaws were now looking for a much juicier bite: his buttocks.

@Nephthys's protest was bringing him a sort of sadistic joy, but the game was getting rougher, and much more precious parts of his body were now at stake. In order to save his behind, the titan attempted to shift to the side and instead have his tail land in the girl's snapping mouth as a sort of bait, while his butt continued to descend down to try and land the final blow.

Bhaskar vs. Nephthys
Dominance/Play
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 18 + 5 + 16 + 8 + 13 + 10

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 9 + 19 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 19 + 15 + 20 + 6

It was inevitable. Nephthys was no match for @Bhaskar or his incredibly large self, even if by some miracle she would be able to wiggle put from underneath him. Instead of bum, she received a wriggling tail in her mouth -- good enough. Nepth attempted to tug on it rather pointlessly, hardly holding on because.. well, it was clear who had won the battle. "Okay, okay, I get it -- you have a big ass, now get it off me," she said with a huffing laugh, using her front paws to try and push him off. The Tollaire wondered at the amusing twist of fate -- she certainly hadn't woken up and expected to be squished beneath some guy and his badonkadonk.

Life be wild.

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He was very happy with the turn of events. His tactic had worked out pretty well and @Nephthys had gotten what she deserved for making fun of his very large self. In the end, she had ended up tugging on his tail and begging for mercy once his buttocks had comfortably positioned themselves atop her.


Of course, the older lion did his best not to relay his whole weight on his poor victim, lest he really made her one with the floor beneath. "What did ya say? I can't hear you over my big ass!" He declared loudly, unmoving from his new most comfortable sofa. Clearly, he was keen on giving her the rough treatment until she started begging.

Nephthys should have known he would play hardball. After all, he was literally pinning her to the ground with his ass -- and quite frankly, he was fortunate she wasn't feeling peckish for some nuts. The scarlet yearling grumbled as he pretended not to hear, so she did the only thing she could and attempted to slap his bum with claws extended just a touch. It would likely only make him sit longer, she was sure, but with a target so large she imagined at some point she'd have to hit it. Hopefully.

"C'mon, I'll die down here and then you'll have to tell everyone why my skeleton is crushed," she huffed.

@Bhaskar

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The sadistic enjoyment he was getting from torturing the big-mouthed girl continued to steadily rise as she began to struggle beneath him. He stood in place as still as a rock, smirking smugly as he watched her from above.

The light grazing of the tip of her claws was enough to make him let go of his young victim because they were dangerously close to two parts he didn't want touched. Luckily, they grazed against his bum. That part he can spare. After all, he has plenty of ass but only two balls. "Oh no, do I have to worry about your pride friends coming to look for your crushed skeleton?" Well that put a wrench in his plans now. How unfortunate. He shook his thick mottled pelt and mane to get any debris he had picked up during his squabble with @Nephthys. "I'm sure they won't miss you. There's plenty of other red lionesses to take your spot." He watched her reaction carefully, his devilish smirk maintained.

When he finally pulled himself from her squished body, Nephthys sucked in a breath of relief. She immediately rolled over onto her stomach and checked to see if his bum had broken any of her bones, but fortunately all damage was cosmetic.

The yearling flicked an ear as he teased her, both asking if someone would come looking for her dead body and saying she was replaceable in the same breath. "No, they wouldn't come looking for my skeleton.. but they'd find it eventually, I'm sure," she said with a shrug. "The keyword there was friends, yeah? Don't have any of those and I certainly haven't the faintest idea why," she said, batting her eyelashes innocently. Nephthys knew exactly why she had no friends -- her personality.

"Mmm, my pride probably wouldn't even notice I was gone." Nepth shrugged. "Why the pep talk? Are you a life coach? I feel awesome about myself now, ten out of ten, highly recommend."

@Bhaskar

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ooc: i love her.

The first thing she did with her newfound freedom was checking if everything was intact. "Relax, red riding hood. You're all there." The man bent his body in a nice stretch. "You're one uncomfortable sofa, though. I prefer my log." At least it didn't scream and struggle when he went to take a nap. Or maybe it did, but nobody could hear it.

So little @Nephthys was an asocial punk? Shocker. "What, I thought you pride lions protect one another? You don't even do that around here?" Then what really is the point of being in a pride? Those stuck-up assholes won't even stand up for their own. It really sounded like a joke. "Are you a life coach?" "The hell's that?" he mumbled while reclining back to sit. "No pep talk. Just truth. Or am I wrong? You said it yourself." The peach-furred lion laid down to flick his tongue across the skin that Nephthys had lightly scratched across his rear.

"I know I'm all here, I just want to make sure I'm not smashed into pieces." Nepth was satisfied with what she found, however, and shook her coat out to dislodge any specks of dust that had been collected in their brawl. "Sorry, we can't all have an ass the size of the sun for cushioning," the yearling quipped in response, huffing. Nephthys may not have been the largest, but she was no skinny little girl either. It wasn't her fault he was giant!

She snorted. "You got something against prides, Tiny?" To be honest, she hadn't ever really considered being a rogue -- she'd been born into a pride, after all. It's what she was used to. "If I were still in my parent's pride, then yeah, but I'm not. I doubt any of these guys would bat an eye at me going missing, I only joined to piss off my aunts." She shrugged. "The hell does any of it matter to you, anyway? You don't even know my name, why d'you care if they look for my dead body or not?" Nepth settles onto her haunches, curious.

@Bhaskar

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He crossed his front legs while observing the snarky yearling, his tail tapping against the hard rock ground. There she goes again about his ass. I'm starting to think you're jealous of my ass. That was understandable, of course. It was not only practical but also good-looking. Like she had witnessed a few minutes ago, his ass had many functions.

Did he have anything against prides? Well... Not exactly. But they ain't my thing, that's all. It was as far as he'd go - he wasn't going to dig deeper. So her parents had a pride. That was an interesting tidbit of information right there. Her reason for joining was awfully hilarious. Your parents' pride? So I am dealing with a runaway rebel princess. What an honor! He faked a bow of his head all the while maintaining his brooding expression that displayed his true emotions at the notion. True, I don't know your name. He deflected her question only to make fun of her again. How would I brag to my friends I sat on a princess when I don't even have proof of her name? Tell me, your majesty... or... whatever! He exaggerated his voice and act.

@Nephthys

"No!" she retorted, cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the mere concept she would be obsessed with anything about him. Nephthys didn't give one single damn about him or his sofa of a rump, thank you, and she was keen on proving that however she could. She didn't know how quite yet, but soon. Or something.

Nephthys frowned as it shifted back to her parents. For all her rebellion, she did miss them terribly. "Had a pride. Our own family took it from them -- my aunts. I don't want anything to do with people who steal from their own blood, so I left." She hoped Caladan fell swiftly, but a child's vengeance often when unanswered.

"I'm not a princess," she snapped, her ears flattening against her head in anger. "Stop, I'm not one of them." Nepth was nothing but another faceless lioness in a pride!

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