Flights of Flurrie (Madame Flurrie Femdom Trade)

Syrup only had enough time to turn on his heel when a flash of purple swept the woods and his face was shoved against the tree, his feet leaving the ground, his neck ensnared by five chubby fingers that tightened like a vise, forcing him to whimper for mercy. His knees gave out, his blurry vision cleared as his assailant flipped him around so they could meet face-to-face again. A bright red frown met across the woman’s face that complemented her pearl necklace. 

Her puffy purple hair swayed in the wind; eyelashes fluttering with fire burning brightly behind her pupils. The chubby arms that strangled Syrup curved into a doughy pair of breasts that squished at his biceps, easily smothering him as they squished over his shell. If Syrup didn’t know any better, he would have assumed his would-be assaulter might be another citizen with a complaint, until he dared to look below her massive waist and couldn’t find any footprints on the ground.

She had no legs yet her hips and especially their chest stretched well past his, not helped by how her angry glare loomed at him from above. Of course, Syrup knew better than to expect a wind spirit to be taller than any man or woman he met before. They weren’t very common, but they were no stranger to a fight, especially against shrimp like him. Craning his head to the right had his blood turn to ice as the spirit’s shapely ass could be seen even with her in front of him, but he refused to let the threat of death from behind tempt him. She would have been stunning, beautiful even, if she weren’t burning with rage. Another second later, and the spirit brought Syrup to her face when a small man in red overalls sprinted beside her and Syrup curled his toes, instantly recognizing him despite the clumps of dirt that stained the M-marked cap on his hat.

Now he knew he earned the wrath of the legendary hero and his faithful cohort Madame Flurrie.

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