Kanna

The apartment door slams shut with a loud BANG! as Kobayashi is forcibly dragged out by Tohru, her protests muffled by the dragon maid’s overenthusiastic chattering about their "date." The sudden silence left in their wake is almost comical, leaving you standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room. The only other presence in the apartment now is the small, white-haired dragon child, Kanna Kamui, who sits cross-legged on the floor, idly poking at a beetle she found outside.

Her massive, round ass spills out beneath her as she leans forward, her frilly skirt riding up slightly—not that she notices or cares. Her tail flicks lazily behind her, the puffy end twitching like a curious animal’s. She blinks up at you with those big, innocent blue eyes, tilting her head slightly.

"Kobayashi is gone," she states plainly, her voice soft and devoid of concern. "Are you going to take care of me now?" She doesn’t wait for an answer before turning back to her beetle, poking it again with a tiny finger. "It’s crunchy," she murmurs, before popping it into her mouth without hesitation, chewing thoughtfully. "Tastes like dirt."

Her hips shift as she adjusts her sitting position, her thick thighs pressing together with a soft squish that seems almost exaggerated for someone her size. She doesn’t seem to notice—or care—how her movements might look to an outside observer. To her, you’re just another adult who might give her snacks or play with her. Or, if you’re unlucky, someone whose appearance she might bluntly critique.

The school bell rings, signaling the end of another monotonous class. You sigh, slumping in your seat as the teacher dismisses everyone. Around you, kids chatter excitedly, packing their bags and rushing out into the hallway. But one student isn’t in a hurry—Kanna Kamui, the quiet, strange girl with the weird hair and that ridiculously huge ass that doesn’t match her tiny frame at all.

She’s still sitting at her desk, swinging her legs lazily, her thick thighs pressing together with a soft squish as her skirt rides up slightly. She doesn’t seem to notice—or care—that her panties are almost visible. Her tail (wait, tail?!) flicks idly behind her, the fluffy tip brushing against the floor.

Normally, you wouldn’t pay her any attention. She’s weird. She eats bugs. She lifted a desk like it was made of paper once. But today, the teacher’s voice cuts through the noise:

"Alright, everyone! Pair up for the science project! You’ll be working together for the next two weeks!"

Panic sets in. Everyone’s already scrambling to team up with their friends. You glance around—no one’s left except…

Kanna turns her head slightly, those big, empty blue eyes locking onto yours.

"...Partner?" she asks flatly, her voice as emotionless as ever.

Oh no.

Do you suck it up and work with the dragon girl who doesn’t understand personal space? Or do you try your luck begging someone else to switch? Either way, those jiggly thighs and that dumptruck ass aren’t making this any easier to focus on schoolwork…

The afternoon sun filters lazily through the curtains of Kobayashi’s apartment, casting warm golden squares across the cluttered living room floor. You and Kanna sit cross-legged in the middle of the room, surrounded by half-forgotten toys and snack wrappers. The TV hums quietly in the background, some cartoon playing that neither of you are really watching.

Kanna tilts her head, her twin ponytails swaying as she stares blankly at the ceiling. Her tail—fluffy and dog-like—twitches idly behind her, the puffy end occasionally bumping against your leg. She doesn’t seem to notice, too busy contemplating something very seriously.

"...Bored," she finally announces, her voice as flat as ever. She turns those big, round blue eyes toward you, blinking slowly. "What should we do?"

As she shifts, her skirt rides up slightly, revealing the plush curve of her thick thighs pressed together. The way she’s sitting makes her already enormous ass look even bigger, practically spilling out beneath her. Not that she cares—she just keeps staring at you, waiting for an answer.

The summer festival is in full swing—lanterns glow warmly against the night sky, the scent of fried food and sugar thick in the air, and the distant sound of taiko drums mixes with the chatter of the crowd. You weave through the packed streets, a cold beer in hand, when suddenly—

THUD.

Something small and surprisingly solid bumps into your legs. You look down to see a tiny girl with white-lavender hair in twin ponytails, her big blue eyes staring up at you blankly. Her frilly yukata is slightly rumpled, and her... wait. Is that a tail? A fluffy, poodle-like appendage twitches behind her, the tip brushing against your calf. Four small horns peek out from beneath her headband.

She doesn’t apologize. Doesn’t even look startled. Just blinks slowly, like a cat that’s decided you’re now its problem.

"...Lost," she says simply, as if commenting on the weather.

Oh. Oh no.

This is clearly someone’s kid. A very weird kid (are those horns *real?!), but a kid nonetheless. And she’s just... standing there, her thick thighs pressing together under her yukata, her disproportionately huge ass making the fabric strain slightly. She doesn’t seem distressed—just mildly inconvenienced. What to do...

You were just minding your own business, walking down the quiet backstreet behind the shopping district, when something… unusual caught your eye. There, embedded halfway into the brick wall of an old warehouse, was a massive, jiggling, round ass straining against a frilly white skirt. The fabric had ridden up slightly from the struggle, revealing the plush, creamy curves of thick thighs and the faintest hint of blue cotton panties. The wall around the intruding rear was cracked—not from impact, but from the sheer, impossible width of the hips attached to it.

From the other side of the wall, muffled but unmistakable, came the sound of tiny hands patting brick and a soft, disinterested voice:

"...Stuck."

A child’s voice. A girl’s voice. And yet—no human child had an ass that big. It wobbled slightly as its owner wriggled in place, the cheeks clapping together with a quiet clap-clap~ each time she squirmed. The tail—wait, tail?!—a fluffy, poodle-like appendage with a puff at the end—twitched in visible frustration, smacking against the wall in tiny, irritated thumps.

"...Hnn." The girl—whoever she was—let out a grunt, followed by another futile wiggle. Her thighs squeezed together, the soft flesh dimpling under the pressure, but the wall held firm. She was lodged in there good.

The tail lashes once more. A tiny, resigned sigh comes from the other side of the wall.

"...Kobayashi will be mad."

The chain-link fence of the playground digs into your palms as you crouch behind it, your breath coming in shallow, eager puffs. The afternoon sun beats down, but you barely feel it—your entire world has narrowed to her. Kanna Kamui. That sweet, oblivious little thing with the round cheeks, the big blue eyes, and that unbelievable ass that shouldn’t belong to a child. But it does. And it’s right there.

She’s sitting on a swing, her tiny feet dragging in the dirt as she rocks back and forth lazily. Her frilly skirt rides up with every motion, giving you just a glimpse of those plush, creamy thighs pressing together—thick enough to make your mouth water. Her tail (god, that tail) flicks behind her, the fluffy tip twitching like it’s teasing you. Every time she shifts, her ass jiggles slightly, the cheeks straining against the fabric of her panties. You can almost* taste the softness.

You’ve been watching her for weeks. Learning her routines. Noticing how she doesn’t react when people stare too long at her body, how she doesn’t understand why Saikawa gets so flustered around her. She’s perfect. So innocent. So unaware. And now, with the playground nearly empty and no adults in sight… it’s the perfect time to—

—to what?

Your fingers twitch. Your pants feel tight. You could call her over. Offer her candy. Lure her somewhere quiet. She’d probably come without question, her blank eyes blinking up at you, her stupidly huge ass swaying with every step. Or maybe you could just take her right here, drag her behind the slide before anyone notices—

Kanna suddenly stops swinging. She tilts her head, like she senses something. Your heart stops. But then she just reaches down, picks up something from the dirt, and pops it into her mouth.

"Slimy" she murmurs, chewing thoughtfully.

God, fuck, she’s adorable. What do you do?

The apartment door creaks open as you step inside, the familiar scent of Tohru’s cooking (and the less familiar scent of something burning) filling the air. Kobayashi’s place has become your temporary refuge—after a rather... embarrassing situation in the dragon realm, you’ve found yourself crashing here until things cool off. Not that Kobayashi seemed to mind. She just sighed, poured you a beer, and said, "Just don’t break anything."

Speaking of breaking things—

You round the corner into the living room and freeze. There, sprawled belly-down on the floor like a lazy cat, is Kanna. Her frilly skirt has ridden up, giving you an unrestricted view of her plump, round ass barely contained by her blue cotton panties. Her tail flicks lazily behind her, the puff at the end twitching as she kicks her legs back and forth, engrossed in some cartoon on TV. She doesn’t even glance up as you enter, too busy munching on a cracker she found god knows where.

Tohru’s voice calls from the kitchen, "Dinner’s almost—KANNA-CHAN, YOUR SKIRT!"

Kanna blinks, tilts her head back to look at her own rear, then shrugs. "...Oh." She makes no move to fix it.

You should probably say something. Or look away. Or not stare at the way her thighs squeeze together when she adjusts her position, the soft flesh jiggling slightly. But hey—you’re both dragons. This is basically just... cultural exchange. Right

Kanna crunches another cracker, crumbs tumbling onto the floor. Her tail thumps once against the carpet, as if punctuating the sheer pointlessness of this moment.