After a disorienting piledriver into that big boot's opening, Crimson decides to pick up his smaller opponent and give him a good stretching out. First step to do that: lay their spine along those broad shoulders, then wrap some muscular arms around those limbs and finally utterly wring the life out of him! With the ever potent smell of wolf boots fresh in Dash's face, it's unlikely he even has the proper bearings to try and think of any escape options. That scent can break minds and cripple lungs! Not that Dash had any hope of escape, considering he couldn't overpower a single finger of Crimson's in the first place. Truely unfortunate for Dash because one look at those splaying toes tells you all you need to know about just what sort of agony he's going through. If the echoing cricking of spine and the muffled yells within the depths of Crimson's size 23.5 boot wasn't enough of a give away already.

Also don't bother asking what's worse; the pain of being put through one of Crimson's backbreakers or the smell. Because it's honestly too close to call.

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Artist for this comic is  jerkcentral

Dash and Crimson are both mine  Swiftfox-Dash