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I've closed commissions on my discord server and in turn i'm making sequences whenever it's not a raffle or commissioner! atleast most of the time~ there's two out right now but yall get this one!
It's Horror-ISH! Hope you enjoy~!!

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FUNGIrl (Lopunny Spore TfTg Sequence 1 of 6):
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Something feels… off.. Are you short of breathe..? Your lungs arent moving as much.. No, you’re still breathing out full breathes.. You lean against the wall, taking a moment as you adjust your beanie, feeling a bit of odd discomfort like it was CONSTRICTING you somehow.
You stare into the kitchen area of the new Ice Cream joint you and your buddy have taken over and boarded up during this crazy time.. You both hunkered down in the mall after escaping some crazy ass ‘FUNGIrls’.. “I really think we should rethink the names of the things trying to turn us into glorified fart clouds.” you sighed, leaning the back of your head against the wall only to feel a JOLT of pain mixed with pleasure shoot into you from the back of your head! You shot your head forward! Legs quaking suddenly and falling unbelievably weak as you slipped down to your knees!
Your focus is shot from this sudden spiking of feelings as you try to take a breathe but notice you can’t intake air! But.. you can breathe out… CONSTANTLY.
“W-wait.. No way.. No no no!” you shouted suddenly, gripping your beanie as you felt it inflate and throb in your hands! You grip it TIGHT! Your body shaking all over as pleasure SPIKED from your head and down through you! Near paralysing you from serious or large movements as your fingers twitched and quivered under the tight grip on your throbbing head! “T-there’s no way! We were safe! We wore our equipment! We-we..secured… this place..” you slowly spoke as you slowly looked forward seeing a heavy stream of smoke fall like a liquid to the ground before dissipating into gas…. Glancing up the trail of it you see a vent OOZING with gas! A red mist.
“T-they GOT me..” you stuttered looking up in shock as you felt your right asscheek start to flex and unflex without your control! The whole area turned numb followed by a RADIATING heat and flushing pleasure! “F-ffuck they’re going to-” you paused as the door behind you opened! Your eyes widening even further as you noticed Chris walked into the room from the back storage of the shop.
“Hey man I think we’re goo-...good..” he paused, dropping a set of icecream cones as he watched you gripping your head, STEAMING from underneath your beanie as the top of it BULGED past your fingers! The fabric starting to tear and rip! Revealing a red and white shining surface starting to bulge through your hold!
You couldn’t.. HOLD it anymore soon! You could feel your fingers going numb.. The sensitivity of your entire body heightening as if every nerve was swelling inside of you!
“NRG!!” you grunted, trying to muster the strength to get up! “FUCK They GOT Me..!” you exclaimed to them! The more you talked the more you lost focus on controlling your hands as you felt your finger plunge down into the beanie, tearing open a part as gas DROOLED from your head! Your finger squishing firmly into a bulbous smooth layering over your own scalp.
“H-hey we can-!” he tried to argue with you
But you were not having it, you could feel it. You KNEW you weren’t getting out of this! But you can buy him T-TIME, YOU JUST HAVE TO HOLD ON!!
“Y-YOU HAVE TO GET-G-GET-!” you felt your brain stuttering, your thoughts were swelling and spreading farther and farther apart from each other, making it hard to align motives. H-hold or speak! You HAVE to warn them!
You could feel your asscheeks rumbling in your own body…