Ok, you can do this Tails. You’ve been through stranger. Your “date” popped up randomly with a big pillow of herself, let you sleep on it, and now you’re in some fantasy dream you can’t wake from. Now, some armor-wearing version of Rouge appeared, shoved you into the back of her suit, and now she’s going to bring you to some priest. Well, surely you’ve been through stranger, right? Sonic’s gone through some fantasy stuff before, and what did he end up doing? He played the thing to its end, and ended up fine in the end. Maybe the same will apply to you. That’s what I told myself after walking off with that knight in shining armor, Rouge. 
	We walked on and on, her keeping me pinned to her side with a hand while we maneuvered along a trail worn by I imagine other travelers. Back at the house I “woke up” in, she said we’d be going to some priest. A lot of time was spent in silent, sans her metal boots stamping, and I was really wishing for that bit during dreams where the brain would skip a boring section to get to the next scene. I guess most people would have some sort of conversation during this, but would a conversation with a dream be fruitful? Well, maybe it couldn’t hurt.
	“Do you, uh, have a horse?” I asked the knight.
	“I did. But some bandits knocked me off of it and ran off,” she explained. “I happened to be in the area when I heard you attacked, and here we are.” 
	“Ah,” I said. There was another notable pause. “So… is there a carriage towards this priest or something?”
	“Yeah, but we’ll have to make it to a big city to use one of those services,” she explained. “Oh, speaking of…” We soon came to a stop atop a slight incline, and from there, I could see a pretty small village on ahead, it looking to be only slightly bigger than my hometown with simple wood and stone houses about. “This isn’t one of those big cities, but it’s a good rest stop.” She looked up towards the setting sun. “Bandits and monsters get pretty bad at night. Plus, we can probably get a weapon for you in case someone else tries to attack you.” 
	“M-maybe, yeah…” With that, we continued walking…
	We soon ended up passing the village borders, making it into the small village, and immediately there was a weird edge to it. The many people around felt kinda scared, though they seemed to put on a friendly face when they saw us enter. She walked and walked, and soon we arrived at a house with “Inn” marked on it. There, she reached to her side, and pulled out a coin purse.
	“Here,” she said. “I’ll look for a weapon seller, you set up a room for the two of us.”
	“Ok,” I said as I took it.
	“Be careful, don’t wander off with any strangers.” 
	“I know, I’m usually careful,” I said with a roll of my eyes. With that, the knight walked off, and I was left alone with this strange inn. I turned to the front door and fingered the coin bag in my hand. Then, I walked in, before peeking in and looking around, just in case there was another Rouge in here. However, I saw merely an empty lobby with a tiger lady behind the counter, and a door adjacent to the front room with a beer symbol over it. I stepped forwards and inched closer, and the tiger noticed me. She then waved at me as I approached.
	“Hello, young man!” he greeted. “You seem a bit small to be on your own.”
	“I’m fine,” I assured. “I came with a friend, she’s off somewhere. Do you have a room for two for a night?”
	“Oh of course!” she declared. I placed the coin bag in front of her, and she took it. She then brought up a sheet of paper and began writing on it. She asked for my name and for my friend’s name, to which I realize I didn’t ever actually get her name. I simply offered a description of her, and that seemed to satisfy her. As she jotted down the notes, I’d hear the door behind slam open, and see her give pause, before hiding behind the counter. I was curious and turned back, soon realizing just what’d scared her. 
	In the doorway was a bat lady looking similar to the knight, except a bit more muscular and ruder. She wore black leather pants, the edges of the leg holes ripped up and bits of the legs of her pants torn open for bits of her thick thighs to poke out. She also wore a black leather vest, no sleeves, that showed off her buff arms, her midriff, and her black bra. Top that off with black lipstick and eyeshadow, and it looked like we had some sort of medieval punk on our hands. I thusly turned away to try and act like I wasn’t paying attention to this Rouge lookalike. She stepped forwards and turned towards the drinking area, though not before roughly hip-bumping me, despite me being a good couple feet away from the entrance. I rubbed at my shoulder and turned, seeing the butt of her pants was torn up to unveil her rear and black panties, and I could hear a chorus of gasps within that bar. The tiger lady came back and continued writing, and I glanced at her somewhat curious. 
	“What was…?” 
	“She’s the town’s brute,” she explained. “She’s rougher and tougher than anybody in town, and she loves to remind everyone about that. She’s rammed several people with her assets, spanked a couple, and she loves to sit on the guys in the village.”
	“That sounds terrible! Why’s no one done anything?!”
	“She’s too tough! We have a couple guards, and when we called them on her, they came back with their butts black and blue!” 
	“O-oh dear…” I said. “Well, there’s no way she can get away with this!” With that, I walked towards the bar, the lady at the desk trying to speak up to get my attention. I went through the entrance and saw several of the people in the bar were trying to disappear into the walls while that brute sat at a counter, her stool cushioned by some poor, charming bee with a thick helmet and vest. He was squirming against the stool, but the punk’s backside was not giving away. Instead, she simply lifted a cheek, before smacking down on his back, getting a sputter of struggle out of him before he went limp beneath her. She drank her mead and I came closer, keeping a careful eye on her as I came near. She began chugging, and I was soon next to her.
	“Hey, lady,” I said, trying to get her attention. She simply ignored me as she continued to drink her cupful of mead. “Lady!” She then turned her eyes towards me, looking as if she’s trying to stare a hole into my face. I shuddered at the gaze and stepped back. She finished the drink and set the cup down, before spinning around on her stool, “unintentionally” grinding on the back of the bee beneath her. 
	“You bothering me for a good reason?” she asked. She sounded as tough as she looked and she kept on glaring. Just that glare was intimidating, but there was no way I could back down now. Especially as the people in the bar was staring. I cleared my throat and brushed my vest.
	“Well, uh, for one, I think you should get off of that guy under you, and-“
	“Oh, you’re offering to take his place then?”
	“What?” However, she’d swiftly hop off of the stool, the bee crawling away. I tried to question her more, only for her to grab me by the vest, and suddenly toss me belly first onto the stool. Then, faster then I could get up, she hopped up and sat right on my back, smushing much of my back under her firm rear! Her thighs were on either side of my head, but thankfully they were spread enough to not be too uncomfortable. However, right now I had to contend with trying to push her off of me! I squirmed beneath her, and I could hear her go back to drinking. I tried to get a grip on the stool to try and help myself get up, only for her to raise slightly and slam her butt on me, squishing me against the stool. “Ack!”
	She drank and drank, soon setting the cup down. She then motioned over the bartender who gave her, what I could only assume was, her usual. I kept squirming, feeling flattened beneath her, and she was way too muscular. Maybe if I could talk her down I could try and get her off of me. 
	“J-just listen!” I said, squirming. “You’re being really rude, and it sounds like you’ve been doing this a while-!” Unfortunately, my attempts at talking her down resulted in her bringing her thighs together, squishing them around my face and squeezing my cheeks together. The bat sighed and set her cup down.
	“Shut it, kid,” she said. “We’ll talk after I finish drinking. If you know what’s good for you, you better pipe down. And quit shifting, my ass needs a good cushion.” I groaned and tried to talk, though she clenched her thighs more. “No words, kid! Just nod!” I tried to shake my head, though she clenched her thighs tighter. So, in a moment of weakness, I nodded. She sighed and finally released her thighs, giving my skull some relief and I panted. And so, I could only lie there, smushed under her rear as she drank and drank, completely silent.
…
	Eventually, she’d finish drinking, giving off a belch and setting the cup down. She rocked her hips on me again, before climbing off the stool and stepping down. Now without the weight on me, I tried to climb up, only for her to scoop me up and place me on her shoulder. And then, she began walking out while I was left struggling.
	“Hey! I can walk myself!” I tried to argue, but she didn’t listen to me. She merely walked out the bar, out the front door, and around the side of the building, where she set me on my feet.
	“Talking back to me like that… I don’t know whether your real brave or a dumbass,” she said. 
	“You need to be stopped!” I declared. “You can’t keep intimidating the people here!” 
	“Why not? Not like these little worms will put up a fight.” I felt the urge to speak up against that, but given her general attitude and my lack of weapon… I wasn’t sure if I could really do something… “What, don’t tell me you came over here to talk down to me without preparing to throw hands yourself, were you?”
	“N-no!” I declared. I was kind of planning to at first, but the way she talked down to me, I felt compelled to counter her assertions and actually put up a fight. But problem was that I had very little to fight with, and she already looked to be getting into a battle pose. Then, I remembered my guide was getting something. “H-hey now, not right now.” She cocked a brow curious. “I… would like to challenge you to a duel.”
	“A duel?”
	“Yes… We meet outside the inn later, then I give you what for!”
	“…You almost made me laugh, kid,” she said, coming out of her fighting pose. “You seriously want to go up against me?”
	“Y… yes… And if I win, you’ll stop bullying the town!” She rose a brow, then cradled her chin in contemplation. And after some noises of thought, she eventually came to a conclusion.
	“Alright, I’ll play along. But, if I have to wager something, so do you.”
	“F-fair. What do you want?”
	“If I win… I’m dragging you home.”
	“What?!”
	“Yeah. You decided to be a bit of a pain, so once I smush you like the bug you are, I’m gonna bring you home to punish you thoroughly.” I blushed at the threat. She sounded serious, and I had no doubt she could do some serious damage. But, there was no way I could stop what I’m doing right now, and if I backed out, she’d just sit on more people.
	“Fine.” She nodded.
	“Back here at sunset. Don’t disappoint.” With that, she walked off, and I couldn’t help but notice she rocked her hips, showing off her rear as it shook behind those leather pants. I sighed in concern, and stepped out. Outside, I’d see knight Rouge coming over to the inn.
	“You do your job?” she asked.
	“Yeah, sorta ended scheduling a duel, though,” I admitted.
	“What?”
	“There was this really mean lady, she sat on some guy and then sat on me… I tried to get her to listen to reason, but she decided she’d rather fight, so, I agreed to a duel…” The knight took pause for the moment… before sighing and clutching her forehead in her palm. 
	“Citizen… Don’t make me regret leaving you alone.”
	“Now, I know it sounds bad, but I’m not exactly helpless,” I assured. “Especially when you give me that weapon you talked about.”
	“Oh yeah, that might help out.” With that, the knight reached behind her back, and pulled out… a wooden sword. It seemed short, but light enough to swing around. 
	“Ok, that should be alright,” I said. I took up the weapon, and held the blade aloft. I gave it a few practice swings, the knight staring on. And even through that helm I could feel her judgmental stare. 
	“How often have you swung a sword?”
	“Don’t worry, she’s just a punk,” I said. “I didn’t see any sort of weapon on her. I’ll be fine.”
…
	The knight made sure everything was nice and squared away, meanwhile I stood outside, leaning against the inn wall. I watched the sun set, and as if on que, that bat came out. Seeing her approach, I got off of the wall, and took up the weapon. 
	“Oh, little guy got a stick,” the punk remarked, leaning on her hip. 
	“This stick is all I need to beat you, bully!” The opposing bat shrugged and marched forwards, her making sure her steps came with a hip swing. Meanwhile, I’d take the sword in two hands and watch her carefully. She wasn’t in some sort of defensive pose, seemingly inviting a blow. So, I took up the sword, and would rush towards her, trying to swing at her abdomen. However, she seemed ready for that, for with a quick shift of her hips, I found my sword deflecting off of one of her sides, her thigh wiggling from the impact. While I was stumbling back, the bully reared back, and stepped forwards, and suddenly pivoted to make sure that, instead of her hitting me with her hip, I’d get a face full of both cheeks. 
	I’d be surprised on impact, and hurled back several feet, sent spiraling through the dirty road. I’d groan and climb up to my feet, and could feel several citizens approach. I’d look around, and see each of them now deciding to watch the fight, though with clear worry. The look on several of their faces looked more akin to people watching an execution than people watching a simple brawl. I tried to get up on all fours, though would feel a tug on my tails. Then, I was hoisted above the ground, left reaching desperately for the dirt while the bully held me up.
	“Why do you got two tails, kid? Makes it easier to grab you!” I didn’t dignify that with a response, and instead swung the wooden sword behind me towards her ribs. She didn’t seem to react much to the blow, and I could feel her staring down on me with an aura of disappointment. Then, she’d suddenly swing me, sending me over her shoulder while she held onto my tails! I ended up behind her, hung in such a way that my head was beneath her rear. I looked up at the looming threat, and was allowed only a moment to register the threat before she leapt up, and slammed down on top of me, smushing my head under her leather-clad rear!
	She got off of me, and I was left seeing double for a little. That blow really got my head spinning, and I struggled to get up on my feet. I was left looking at the bully and her identical twin, the two of them approaching me. I reared back and tried an overhead swing, though only hit air. And at that, the I felt her cup my cheeks in either hand. She held me up, bringing me off of the ground. She glared down on me, shadow covering her face… and she puckered up her black-painted lips. She descended, and I was left shuddering and kicking around in a craze as she struck my cheeks and my chin, leaving one mark each. And after a bit of that, she’d lean in above, and plant her lips right on mine. And feeling the assault, especially with so many people only looking, I felt exceptionally humiliated… and then I felt disgust as I could suddenly taste liquor! There was an intense alcohol content in her breath! And then, she’d pop off of me and leave me on my feet, wobbling around as the world seemed to spin around me. I struggled to stay upright. 
	“Man, you are the dictionary definition of lightweight,” I’d hear her remark. She seemed to stand perfectly still, yet spun around me at the same time. She approached, my vision of her wobbling with each step. I tried to take a few steps back, but every last ovement felt as if the world under my feet shifted, anywhere from a few inches to a few meters. While I’m steadying myself, the punk would reach under my arms, before bringing me u and tossing me in the air. I yelped as I left the ground, and was helpless to fall onto my back. 
	Any attempt to move would just make the world continue to spin, which really gave me some headache. That bat, however, simply approached, to the point that I felt her shadow loom over me. Either she waited for my drunken state to fade, or I got my bearings back in a timely manner. I’d like to think the latter was true. I was now allowed a moment to try and crawl away, only for her to descend on me, pinning my shoulders to the ground! She laid such that a lot of her weight went into her arms while her thighs pinned down my own, her large rump hanging in the air. 
	“I thought you were gonna put up a fight,” she remarked. “I’ll admit, I thought I’d get a little bored pounding your sorry ass. But it’s kinda fun feeling someone actually trying to squirm against me.” I wanted to voice some form of rebuttal against her. I wanted to tell her I’d defeat her still, but I’d be cut off as I saw her preparing another attack. Now, she raised her ass up real high, and gave it a few teasing shakes, to the point that a few guys in the crowd behind her gasped. I blushed as I noticed the outline of her shapely rear… and was helpless as she drove that thing down between my legs!
	“Gyah!” I wailed as I felt her cheeks squish around my phallus! Her hands kept me in place, and I could only squirm underneath her, her simply shifting to keep me in place. Despite the situation, I couldn’t help but get a little hard. And as I grew, I swear I could see the corner of her lip raise ever so slightly. I tried to use my legs to kick her away, only to find her thighs were still forcing my legs apart. 
	“It’s not everyone I make an example of,” she warned. “Just know, like everyone else that ended up under my ass, there won’t be a single person in this village that won’t know you’re my bitch!” And then, to my utter horror, she began scooting her butt in place, stroking my dick! I moaned involuntarily, my back arching and my lip quivering as I felt her squeeze tightly around me and jerk me. My legs tried to squeeze together, though she’d already made sure I was going nowhere I tried to heave my shoulders yet again, but she was more than able to keep me in place. My face was bright red, even with the lipmarks upon it, and I felt myself pouring buckets of sweat. 
	She’d begun by rubbing forwards and back, her buttocks caressing the sides of my weakspot. Despite the clothing, she felt strangely smooth. In fact, I swear I could feel enough slits in the clothing to be subjected to her smooth, sweaty flesh. After a bit of that, she’s swivel side to side, really cranking my dick about and causing me to squirm beneath her. And after a bit of that, she’d ease up on my front, instead opting to lean a lot of her weight on my crotch and really giving me whatfor. That pose in particular… It seemed built to make me smaller, as she arranged herself such that I’d be forced to look up through her cleavage. I huffed and puffed, and pre began to leak. 
	“Yeah, you’re going down, kid,” she remarked as she leaned on me. “Mark my words, even if you’re up after I blow your brains out, I’m just gonna flatten you anyways.” She then raised her ass up, giving my dick a merciful reprieve, though the look in her eye told me this wasn’t salvation: this was an execution. “Lights out!” With that, she swung back down, striking my cock with an intense blow! And unfortunately, that’d be too much for me. With the surge of pleasure and pain going through me, I was forced to cum, blowing all over her backside. Worse still, all of her teasing would get me letting loose so much… And then, I fell limp, weak and panting, but still up. 
	“Ha… Man, you had a lot in you,” she said, standing up and turning her hips so that I could see my shame plastering her derriere. “Were you hyping yourself up to get squashed by me, or did you get all worked up while you were facing off?” I felt too tired to even try to argue, and even if I did, I wasn’t sure what I could possibly say to save any sort of face. The punk, meanwhile, would turn away, pull out a rag, and wipe up her rump as she walked around near my head. “Well, ya got your ass handed to you, kid. That means you get to fulfil my end of the bargain. Any last words, servant boy?” 
	“I-I… don’t…” I weakly begged. She stood by and waited for any other words to come from my lips. However, after giving it a little bit, she seemed satisfied in just finishing it. Her whole form tensed up as a more hardy aura ensnared her. She looked ever so slightly muscular over me, especially around her backside as she faced me. And in that moment, I realized what was coming. She leapt up, kicked her legs away, and though I’d try to bring a hand up to defend myself, she’d come down, straight on my face. I was struck by meteor-like force, the blow rendering a crater right in the middle of the street! And on that swing down, my consciousness leaked away, and I fell completely limp and unconscious beneath that bat butt…
…
	I groaned, rubbing my forehead as I was nursing off what felt like a monster headache. I momentarily forgot what gave me that blow, before remembering that punk that knocked me down. I felt that familiar shame wash over me and stood up, before stepping up and walking forwards, still not registering the environment around me. However, I’d be brought to that clarity when my step forwards would lead to me falling right off a bed and onto the ground below. I’d grunt and climb up onto my knees, shaking my head and looking around. 
	Indeed, I was in a bedroom, but none I recognized, and, unluckily, not my own. It appeared rustic and dirty, and had some bras and panties scattered around the floor and dressers. I’d also notice that the bed I stepped out of was queen-sized… I shuddered at that thought… and only got more worried when I noticed my clothing was missing! I gasped and subconsciously covered up, my tails wrapping around to my crotch while my hands were covering it as well. Even though nobody was in the immediate area, just being naked in a stranger’s house was enough to make my fur stand on end. 
	I blushed and proceeded to the door, opening it up and heading out into a hall. And out in that hall, I’d see dusty halls out and about, very little decorations around, and it looked like to my right was a simple wall. So I’d instead head left and down the hall. I proceeded, and found myself in some sort of lounging room with a pair of cushy chairs set about and a couch laid between them. And laying on that couch was the… bat that beat me. She was laid on her back and faced her head towards the passage I was going through, clearly anticipating my arrival. And right now, she was just wearing a tight black bra and tight black panties, both lacy. 
	“You’re a real heavy sleeper, y’know that, dick?” she asked. “Didn’t even react when I peeled those clothes off of you.” I blushed as she explained and shook in place, but decided I had to power past her threatening aura. 
	“Can you jus point me towards the way out?” I said, admittedly a bit indignantly. 
	“Hey hey, you remember our deal, right?” the punk said. “I get to drag you home, and now I get to wail on you a bit for pissing me off earlier.” My eyes went wide at that threat.
	“N-no wait! I-I didn’t agree to become a slave!”
	“Well you shoulda read the fine print. Now get over her on the couch, or I’ll lay you on it myself.” Even her mere words felt enough to force me to surrender. I deep down wanted to run, the door out couldn’t be too far. However, the only passages I could see were behind the couch, which meant I’d have to get past her. Plus, her words… they weighed heavy on me. I think my best bet right now is to play along. So, I lowered my head and approached the furniture. 
	And once I was close, she’d reach up, clutching me by the shoulder before tugging me down on those cushions, herself lifting up ever so slightly to create space for me. I ended up underneath her, and found myself looking up at her through the valley between her chest, her keeping her straight face as she looked down at me. And then, a split second later, she came down, eliciting a gasp of alarm from me before I’m swiftly silenced, her large breasts slapping down on my face. 
	My muzzle was buried into her cleavage, given the very faint stench of her musk. She rubbed her breasts side to side on top of me, getting me to squirm underneath her and flail about. And after a bit of that, she’d sigh and simply lay on top of me, keeping my face buried under her bust. I could feel her pick her legs up and lean forwards, putting more weight on my skull. I began to shout in alarm and squirmed harder, the brute upon me giving a slight huff. 
	“I didn’t get to say this before, but you are kind of soft, I guess,” she said. “At the very least you’re more cozy than this couch I’ve got. Those tails gotta go though.” And at that, she reached her hands down towards my hips, and I could feel her fingers wrap around my tails! I gasped and tried to shake my hips, hoping that I could get them away from her. However, I could scarcely move under her form, and helpless as she broke the defense my tails brought on.  And then, I felt her… thighs… 
	They brushed between my legs, and despite her very coarse personality, they felt kinda nice and smooth. I shuddered under her and squirmed around, and then I could feel her twist her shoulders, as if looking back towards my crotch. 
	“Oh jeez, you’re giving me that reaction?” she asked. “Yeah, you do totally strike me as a bit of a lightweight. Probably got attracted to me because I was the first woman you saw that could tell you how worthless you are.” I tried to shake my head to deny her. I then tried to bring her boobs off of my face, but her weight was too much for me! Meanwhile, her thigh kept rubbing and rubbing against my shaft, which got my hips quivering and began to bring life to my dick. I grew between them, and then I could feel the heat of either thigh hovering around my weakspot. And then, I’d gasp in alarm as the two of them smacked around me! I squirmed harder and harder while she gently rubbed her thighs up and down. 
	“Just lay back and consider yourself lucky I’m pleasing you like this.” I could only let out a muffled wail into her cleavage and continue to squirm under her! She rubbed more and more, and as I throbbed, I swore I could see an odd, pleasant look in her eyes. Almost like she saw me as more than some twerp to beat up. But it disappeared as quickly as it showed up and she just rubbed and rubbed. I squirmed more and more and I was blazing with excitement. “I’m halfway tempted to hit you with the real good part. You want to feel the good part, little guy?”
	“The good part?” I asked, my voice muffled. I looked up at her, feeling so awfully humiliated. I squirmed more and more beneath her, though realized that if I was hit with the “good part”, I might be able to get through this much faster than usual. So, I nodded.
	“Just give those girls some kisses until I’m satisfied. Now don’t give me that shocked expression, I know you’re not nearly as uncomfortable about this as you let on.” I didn’t… I didn’t want to… But if I didn’t, I didn’t doubt that she’d drag this out. So, with a groan of defeat, I’d start to kiss at them. I’d angle my face this way and that way to pepper her boobs. It felt like I’d lather them for half an hour, altering my angle this way and that way, until I’d feel her shift. She’d brig her thighs away… and I’d feel her butt loom over.
	I gave pause as I felt that monstrous rear loom above me, and my cock throbbed in anticipation. And I saw that look from before in her eyes before she looked over her shoulder, as if looking to make sure she was getting the correct angle. And once she was angled, she’d slam herself down, slotting my shaft between her cheeks! And the moment she found her mark, there was no saving me. I’d buck my hips and almost instantly cum over her rear! I bucked again and again, slathering her buttocks in white. This punk kept the position, not even needing to move as my body reacted purely on instinct and emptied itself. And then, in exhaustion, I’d collapse on the couch. This punk sighed and got up into a sitting position, currently using my stomach as her butt cushion. I panted and panted, blushing in humiliation, before passing out from all the effort, though not without feeling her… pet my head…?
…
	I’d feel a soft rocking under me. I’d rub my forehead and climb up into a sitting position, trying to gauge what’d happened to me. I was remembering my… defeat… and my second… before I realized I was laying across not a couch, not even a bed. Instead I was… across some shoulders? I looked down, and I saw a few things. One, I was currently dressed. And two, I was being carried by the Punk Rouge, currently in her normal wear, following behind Knight Rouge!
	“Wh-what happened?” I asked. 
	“Finally awake, eh?” the bat beneath me asked. “Shortly after you passed out your babysitter came to collect you.”
	“I told her you had a quest to complete, though she insisted you were honor bound to be her servant,” the knight said. “Though, I was able to perform a compromise; she gets to pal around with you, and we continue on our journey.”
	“Yeah, this gets to make you happy to,” the punk said. “Now I don’t get to bully those guys in town. Instead, you get to be a chew-toy of mine!”
	“N-now wait a minute, don’t I get a say in this-?”
	“I’ll try to talk her down later,” the knight said. “It was a struggle to get her to comply even this far. Just behave for now.”
	“Yeah, don’t want you passing out too fast again.” The punk gave my backside a firm smack, netting another blush from me. We continued on through the road, and I’m left realizing that I’d be in for yet another long haul. I could only hope that that temple we’re looking for isn’t too far…