>>19022769Trevor diligently waits in the freezing cold for his Swinub savior to arrive and rescue him from a fate of sheer cold. He waits, waits, and waits.
Nothing happens.
"U-Uh...Swinub? Are you still there?"
Trevor is given no response in return, which frightens him somewhat, but he still continues to hold hope. Ultimately, a minute or two passes by without anything.
In hindsight, they are the calm minutes before the storm, and the last remaining one-hundred and twenty seconds of his life before it's shattered before his very own eyes.The ginger shota feels a small fuzzy body running up against his right leg. Since he's trapped, he can't see what it is, but he knows it's the Swinub, having finally found its way to him.
"Wow! You, uh, you made it Swinub, good job! Erm, j-just try to push me out okay?"
A tingling tingle surges through Trevor's body as Swinub's nose rubs up against his butt. Trevor wiggles from the touch, his overreactive OCD kicking in.
"W-Whoa now, u-uh, what are you doing? J-Just push me out!"
But the Swinub does not listen, he only continues to tickle his ass with his bleak pink nose. Trevor can only that this is all a part of Swinub's plan, and you know what? He's absolutely right.
Trevor feels his tight jeans and underwear slowly being peeled off of him, just barely enough so that it's all bare to Swinub. And that's when it happens.
"Swinub? Swinub? What are you--"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD">Trevor..A) is left mentally scarred.
B) has his legs temporarily paralyzed.
C) cries and cries and cries all day long in an emotional fit.
