“N-no,” she grunted. Her torso was flat against the snowbank, pinned stomach-side-down. The warm weight of Dewgong above her pressed her down, keeping her totally unable to move. The creature was heavier than it looked; no matter how she scrabbled against the ground, her hands trying to seek purchase to drag herself free, she was well and truly pinned. “Y-you can’t… Please, stop!”

If Dewgong understood her, or cared about what she had to say, he gave no indication. Using his horn, he had torn a small hole for access in her pants…