Luckily the Arcanine's tongue wasn't quite as good at raping your orifaces as the vines were. You soon begin fighting back, trying to keep the Arcanine's tongue out of your tailhole and pussy, although at this point, it seemed to be a losing battle as your mind was still a bit muddled by the pleasure rushing through your body with every lick to your tailhole and pussy. You also knew that unless you thought of something quick, you'd lose the fight to keep the pleasure down and become nothing but the Arcanine's tasty snack. After all, if you gave into the pleasure now, then you'd be doomed to fall unconscious and quite possibly never wake up, and it was getting harder and harder to concentrate with every second that passed.
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