Hushed Willows Trying hard not to fall on the way home

The ineffectual paddling of Prialux's spindly limbs continued for what felt like an eternity before something happened. Something bumped into her butt. There was the pressure of the first contact that triggered her dulled senses and made her lift her head slightly, but before she could turn, there were a variety of other sensations, none of them pleasant. Eros shamelessly searched her behind, probed her newborn bottom in all manner of ways with his cold nose and probably his lips as well, not that she could tell the difference, before he seemingly gave up on his search. Prialux was completely still through all of this, though the cries that erupted from her front end suggested she was not a fan of back end searches.

When it ended, she used it as a reference point and began to flail her limbs again, this time in an effort to turn herself. She was blind, deaf, and nearly senseless, but if something had touched her bum, then surely it was where her bum was. She was only a third of the way through her turn, and quite close to Kavos' own rear end, when disorientation became truly troublesome and she no longer knew where the earlier stimulus had come from. There would be no investigation for poor little Prialux.

Defeated for the second time in as many minutes, Prialux whined loudly and charged forward with what little momentum she could muster, right into Kavos' exposed flank.