After some time, Miki's eyes flash open. Something came to mind.
"Hey Misha, would you like to go again?"
"Sure~!... But I'm all pooped out."Misha replies, her words full of faint drowsiness.
"Yeah, it'll be fine Misha. Hell, I'll do all the work for, youuu.." Miki groans as she sits back up, her back tickling from the pinned nerves.
 
"Ok, now just... um, turn around." She makes a spinning motion, giving the cue for Misha to flip around. Misha does as asked.
She gets onto her knees, facing the opposite direction. Ass in full view. "Is this alright Miki?" Misha questioned while taking a view underneath her. Unfortunately her drills block view of what was about to happen, most unfortunate.
 
"HERE IT COMES, MISHA!!~"
Bandages break away, unraveling itself as Miki pulls the tangled mess from her stumped hand. Her wrist comes to a dead end, smoothed skin replacing where a normal hand would interject.
"Wait Miki! What are you doing!?" Misha becomes rather startled.
"NO TIME, BRACE FOR IMPACT!!~"
 
Nothing could have prepared Misha.
 
Miki's stump has found it's way into into Misha's plump pink mound. Invading the cavity, filling every nook and cranny. Such sudden impact made her body go limp almost instantly. "M..M..Miki, what a..are you d..doing?~" Having a difficult time keeping her senses in tact, she lowers herself closer to the ground, trying to keep balance.
 
As things settle down, Miki says to Misha, "I'm going start Misha. Don't worry, I'll go slow." With that said, Miki places her free hand onto Misha's lower back, giving herself support. She motions her hand with tenderness; in and out. With every inching movement, Misha moans. Things start light, but pretty soon Misha becomes used to the girth. Miki quickens her arm, thrusting deeper and deeper. They continue, rocking in motion. Misha's upper body rubbing against the cold ground as Miki continues the enduring pressure.
 
Misha's eyes become watery, her legs twitch, she's finding it extremely difficult to handle herself under the weight of her own craving. "PLEASE, DON'T STOP MI..MIKI!~" With that, Miki pushes for a few final times. "AAAGH~"  Misha's canal tightens around Miki's arm, her knee's buckle under her own weight. She topples over, pulling Miki with her.
 
They lie there, sweaty, on the ground.
"Wah..hah..ha.. M..Miki.."
"Well? Did you enjoy my gift?"
Misha catches her breath. "Never do that again, that was painful!" She blurts out at Miki.
...
Both the girls begin to laugh.