Shepard's Pie (Prostitution. Horsedick. ATWT)

  Lammy Lamb stood there, first client of what would hopefully be a short weekend. Standing there in knee-high black buckled-up boots, with fishnets closing the distance on the shortstack's knees to disappearing beneath that black frilled skirt, Lammy was dressed the part. Upper half consisted of a flimsy black spaghetti-strapped top that left all of her soft li'l belly on display, one strap hanging off a shoulder while the other struggled to keep the material from slipping over her nipples! No bra in sight, and likely no panties, Lammy stood there with a disinterested look in the prettyboy client. Both wrists adorned with gaudy bracelets, Lammy's black-painted lips were currently working a grape-flavored lollipop, staring at the taller person in the middle of a decrepit bathroom. Two stalls, a urinal, cracked mirror, handles missing on the faucet, with grime smudged on almost every surface, not to mention the flaking paint! With long, black-painted nails raising, orange fingers took the candy from her mouth and gave her rates, black-wrapped eyes glancing towards the ceiling for a second as her monotone voice rolled out: "Ten for a handy, twenty for a suck, fifty for pussy, and one-fifty for my butt. You boys are too rough back there. Half'n half is sixty." It was basically her way of saying "No anal, unless you pay enough". The candy went back in her mouth, and she just cocked an eyebrow, waiting patiently to see what his choice'd be, hands on either hip, and soft "Slrrt" sounds filling the air while cheeks hollowed around that treat.

  Gatete looked right at home in that run down restroom in clothing at least, unkempt bowlcut framing that decidedly cute and feminine face quite well while the rest of his clothes seemed just a bit too loose. He'd just got out from a concert and it showed. Once somewhat pristine yet still trashy shirt emblazoned with the insignia of his band is now torn from vapid fangirl nails and stained with whatever revelry was indulged in afterwards. Thick black jeans are worn through in some places and ratty at the fringes where scraped hooves are barely in view, hanging loose off of surprisingly prominent hips yet still just a bit too tight along his crotch. There's no hiding the hunger in his eyes as he looks the girl up and down, drinking her pudgy frame in a bit more closely with some half frown as if he were trying to reassess her worth against the cost of paying for another ambitious fan's carnality, though eventually he's sighing and pulling out a wad of crumpled up bills out of his pocket, half stuffing them into the hem of her skirt and half groping along her ass while guiding her towards one of the stalls for some semblance of 'privacy'. "Yer mouth and yer ass, aint got a condom but I'm clean." Moving closer like that brings in a lurid cocktail of scents. Sweaty man and equally sweaty woman. Cheap beer and greasy feasts. The pent up, stagnant rut of a horse in heat along with some fruity cologne from someone that only whetted that lust. "Oh yeah, yer usin yer mouth fer free. Gonna thank me that I let ya use it at all."

  Lammy Lamb's eyes lit up at someone actually agreeing to the charges for some buttsex - or he was paying for a lot of other things, giving a soft wiggle of hips and a stifled giggle as the money was tucked into her waistline, along with an "Ooh~" at the squeeze! The shortstack turned about face and marched into the stall, the door on it looking as if it'd fall off at another touch! Adjusting the cash to make sure it was nice'n snug and not slipping anywhere, the folds barely stuck out over the waistline of her skirt. At the mention of a half'n half booty-style, she thought to re-count the bills as she turned and PLAP'd that phat booty atop the lowered seat of the toilet, thighs spread apart and not bothering to hide her chubby, experienced li'l hole, before a brow quirked at the mention of "Free", not to mention "clean"! Scrutinizing, and desperate for cash, the whore just "Hnhff."d and glanced aside. "I guess you're too cute t'have any bugs anywho." Lammy's hair was rank with hair spray, an almost overwhelming scent of tangy apples, which her perfume was something similar - fruity, overwhelming, and combatting the boy's own masculine delights. Regardless, she just waited for the distance to be closed, and her hands were casually adjusting her top, waiting for the cutie t'pull his dick out. "Hnhh.. tits out, or no? Your pay, your say~"

   Gatete barely seems to be paying attention to her, already giving a little smile at the agreement and casually unzipping those pants that'd easily be tugged off otherwise. In fact, he almost seems to be making a show out of it, especially when he's getting a nosefull of her gaudy stench and a proper look at her other assets. He doesn't even give her a chance to finish that question, hoof tipped fingers casually tugging at cloth till he's squeezing and mauling at a tit, callous, rough and far too possessive. "I'mma need somethin to rest my nuts on, girl." He's dropping his pants with a nub flattening twist of her nipple, kicking them off his ankles and allowing his massive, knee tickling length to fill the air with its seedy aroma. It's a wonder that he hid it even in those loose fitting jeans, considering it's noticeably thicker than one of his arms and only getting slightly thicker as blood pulses through it. Finger swallowing veins thrum in a staccato, frenzied rhythm that only seems to feed the steady, almost convulsion like throbbing of that main barrel, and the damn near saucer sized crown is blooming to life as pre spunk gurgles out of the tip, normally translucent sludge off colored with tinges of overeager white. He takes the base of that equine lance and gives a few pumps while he continues to grope her, really only taking a few seconds or so before she's feeling the head push against her midsection with slight rolls of his hips, the searing heat complimented by the obstinately sticky anticipation leaking out to near immediately drench her outfit in his stench. "Hrmh.. Might wanna get on yer knees too skank. Yer gonna want every inch of this soakin wet... 'Less ya don't mind me goin in dry~"  With that, he's lifting his cock up just to let it fall back down with one commanding, wet SPLRRTH of a smack on her body again, only to continue that idle grinding and stroking to get it to full mast.

 Lammy Lamb didn't mind in the least as she let her top fall about elbows and over stomach, those healthy, head-sized puppies hanging free and splayed the slightest bit under their own mass, reddish-pink nipples on full display at the end of those orange mounds! "There y'-AH!" Eyes screwed up at the naughty aggression on a sensitive teat, her elbows pulling in and hands extending to either side, even so far as arching her spine the slightest bit at the molestation! Eyes opened up, and stayed wide at the sight of that goddamn slut-splitter, a mixture of terror and.. naive curiosity overwhelming the amateur whore. She tried to comment, but the continued attention to her nipple, quickly making it swell and stiffen in addition to the heat warming that pretty, slutted-up face goaded her into simply smearing lips together and producing an "Mhmm..!", before that fat posterior slipped off the edge, and she went into a full squat! Legs spread wide, clean-shaven cunt exposed, and plump posterior dimpling the slightest bit as her heels dug into her own backside. She'd completely forgotten this was expected to go up her ass - both hands timidly moving to re-position that monstrous tool, bringing the jawbreaking glans up to her lips and pausing! Heated breath basing it, "Hooooly fuck.." mewling out while viscous drops fell onto her breasts, clinging like hot glue to her body. She couldn't resist - supporting that mass, one hand in the middle and the other keeping the glans mouth-level as her short, masterful tongue extended - grinding the flat hard from the bottom of that monstrosity, to the top of the head, "Glp"ing down that excitement before repeating with another lick, and another, spine gently resting against the rim of the toiletbowl while lips peppered the rim of that fuckpipe with kisses. "Mlahh.. I dunno if I can put it in my mouth, big boy.." She sure wanted to try!
Lammy Lamb cough, forgot to note how those fishnets are running across everything below the waist, from her half-exposed bubble-bottom, flesh bulging out faintly through the criss-cross patterns, to perfectly framing her pudgy twat.

   Gatete lets out some delighted knicker from the treatment, tail starting to whip up behind him while now freed hand moves to her head, fingers spreading through scarlet orange locks, around ear and horn before clenching down to keep her head in place. To say his musk was dense is an understatement. He might be free of disease, but she can damn near make out the minute differences of cunt stench plastered onto that ungodly spire, masculinity far to densely packed for her to be able to ignore it. It's a soured, somewhat bitter stench, one that seems to drive daggers against her nerves and brain as it surrounds her skull like some industrial smog. It weighs down like lead on her lungs from even stray inhales, and soon enough that unrelenting fuckmusk is suffusing every little pocket of 'fresh' air in the stall. Every little lick she gives causes that brute to twitch, every kiss prompting a noticably larger dollop of pre spunk to glaze over her lips before she has the chance to pull away. It tastes like watered down jizz, and even now it's so obstinately clingy that she can feel it lining her throat with every swallow, settling in her stomach and refusing to be digested by acid. "S'at right?" He almost sounds taunting with that, hefting up his cock to let it slide up over her face and against her head till she's met with the two factories producing all that excess. Even that trip is an ordeal in itself though, sweaty, leathery hide trying to catch and snag on every little detail of her visage, leaving a path of heated grease along skin and ruining hair by leaving it matted and sticky before she's greeted to a pair of damn near head rivaling, clay like sperm tankards clad in some coarse, hair speckled scrote. She can feel them churning, so potent and enthused that the microcurrents of swimmers vibrate against her nerves, a near audible rumbling sounding off as they continue to produce. She can smell them, weaving a new layer of masculinity in her nostrils much stronger than that of before. It's stale, almost baked on and completely devoid of anything resembling femininity. It smells like concentrated rut, and with how easily her face is swallowed in the 'valley' those two vaugely egg shaped globes produce, she has no choice but to breath it in or suffocate. Pre runs like glue down the back of her head, neck and spine while he holds her there, hoof casually drifting inbetween her legs to nudge and scrape at 'half' exposed pussy lips. "Only other option is yer baby maker, babe. I aint gonna pay fer that either."

  Lammy Lamb was able to handle it at first - eyes watering the faintest bit, throat seizing up, lungs freezing, and nostrils burning, but it did not get better the longer she was down there. She tried holding her breath - to just lick, slurp, and occasionally suck down a fresh patch, but every single one left her lungs burning, soon having to pull off that cock as if she even had it in her mouth anyway, the stuff dribbling and trickling onto her chin'n fat tits. "F-Fuckin'.. kaff.." She couldn't retreat very far, given the toilet and the hand on a short horn, but she did try, up until her pretty visage was masked by that tool entirely! The smell didn't get better - no, she had her mouth hanging open, eyes watering, and looking as if she'd sneeze nonstop. Breath nearly basting those rank nuts, her pretty face ended up buried in those twin, massive tanks, pathetic breaths passing into the valley of those nuggets where she'd manage to suck down a little bit, before coughing it back up! Drool trickled freely down her chin, mostly from the smell assaulting her senses, and an equal amount of liquid was now matting down the hair on the back of her head! Not to mention trickling, rolling, clinging to spine, and soon starting to roll over those fat buns like a perverse glaze! Resistance was futile as her hands rose, admiring and hefting those fat nuts, extending her tongue to dra~ag along the inside of one, before pursing her lips to suck at a patch of flesh! "Hnnhmhghd.." groaned out, thighs quaking for a moment as she didn't even hear him down there. One hand did cease it's worship, lowering down to herself greedily to start rubbing over twat - turning her head to the side to nuzzle a globe.. in addition to sucking down some air. "Guh..! H-Holy fuck babe, I cuh.. what..? Where were we gonna do it? You're a big boy, I-I'm a big girl, I can take it~, feel these nuts vent in my guts, unhfuck~"

She couldn't lean back, couldn't stand up, just squat there like a common whore and lick, smooch, and smear lipstick on those nuts - her pussy quivering at the scent, having eroded any proper sense of self-preservation, while a thin gloss of needy nectar had formed on that babymaker.

  Gatete: There's some low growl let out from her strained adornment of kisses and suckles, balls twitching and hiking up close to groin with every new show of affection, that rumbling only growing all the more noticeable till it's audible even during her 'reasoning'. Her tongue gets stained with the salty, pungent taste, lipstick almost forcibly removed thanks to that far too abrasive texture. Hell, if he left her down there, she could probably rub them raw in only a minute or two, and even then she'd not even completely cover those glorious jizz factories in glossy black. The most urgent matter is his cock though, which at the moment was growing increasingly heavy atop her dome. Crimson arousal is flooding through much more liberally , and soon that somewhat giving tube of flesh is becoming more akin to a leather bound, steel club of perversity slamming directly against her with every pulse and hosing down the toilet's handle behind them with heavy lances of pre spunk. Whatever finds it's way into the actual bowl manages to give the water's surface a hazy, shifting coating with its density, now only occasionally bubbling down to her strands whenever a glob catches on that massive flare and starts rolling down the subtle curve of that monster. "Hff..~ Guess ya.. Goddamngirl~ got a point..~" He doesn't give her much more time to drive him mad, already balling up locks of hair and yanking her to her feet, twisting her about till she's forced to either support herself bent over on the toilet or down in the water, cock resting in between cheeks, on skirt and along back to shoot pre against neck and head instead of metal and wall. "Spread yer legs~" He rears a hand back slow, only to crash it down on one of her cheeks while other hand starts to hook into fishnet bottoms, tearing threads away from crotch, knuckles only occasionally brushing against succulent mons and tender anal ring while he does so. "And pop that ass up fer me~ Ya wanna make sure I get in nice and deep, right?~"

  Lammy Lamb could sit there'n worship for a long time, the harsh texture dimpling and smudging her lips more'n she'd ever dare realize, the weight atop her noggin getting increasingly pronounced to the point where every throb was goading her towards a headache! Fingers petting nuts, in addition to smearing the glaze on her mound, she found herself unceremoniously yanked up by the hair of all things, red strands poking out through digits as the shortstack was brought onto wobbly feet in a hurry! "Nnhyuh~!" sounding off, world still spinning before she's facing a freshly-glazed wall'n toilet! "Uhnfffuck mister~" teased out, prompted to bend forward and latching both sets of digits around the toilet's tank for support, boots TUP-TUP'ing in their spread for that pent-up client! Some how, she kept that lollipop in the whole time - don't ask - finally popping that mouth open to speak, looking already halfway ruined given the faintly-ran mascara and smeared lips on the half-sized harlot! "Uhn, yuh-yes sir, like this~? Oops!" In her speaking, that candy came falling out, PLOINKing in the water and then immediately forgotten about. Hands crossing, spine arching, and pushing her ass out like the professional she was, the fishnets were nearly cutting that ass in their aggressive grip on those orange buns! "UHN!" quietly rang out at the impact, making that fat bun wobble, the faintest glaze of nut-sludge still smeared between those buns from his prior excitement that went over her head literally, while a faint sheen of sweat was forming on her fuck-hungry figure. Legs went a bit farther, making a deviant li'l A-pose, ankles tilted and skirt falling over her waistline entirely, doing nothing to cover up that vulnerable, chubby mons and pretty li'l pink star in the crevasse of those hefty moons. "Like dis, mister~?" She couldn't help but give them a slight bounce - too spread to properly twerk and clap, but never too spread to tease~

  Gatete: "Mh.. Good 'nuff~" Even while he's giving that half hearted compliment, he cant help but rear his hand back for another, crater inducing, echo creating, mark leaving smack on that jiggling flank before gripping as harsh and deep into sumptuous, brown flesh as he can, slender fingers forcing meat to push up in between them and hoof like nails tearing just a few more strands on her 'stockings' as he spreads that ass to the side even more. He's doing the minimum to prepare her. Hips draw back, allowing a few more ropes of pre gunk to slowly glaze her back into a shimmering mess till it's helping to further submerge her cunt in a glossy sheen, no few bursts given to her pretty pink asshole as well. That massive flare easily dwarfs over her poor entrance, and every passing second has her puffy cock kissers massaged and dribbled on by the mere pulsing he gives, already spread wide with every slight roll of his hips and heated from the friction. His other hand moves to her hip, keeping her steady and still as his grinding becomes more purposeful and deliberate, sharp, heavy thrusts loosening her up more and more. Sometimes he draws out a bit too much power from those powerful hips of his and ends up grinding the roof of his dick up against crotch and lower stomach, other times wedging it in between buns once more, both instances often resulting in another rough THWACK to grace a sphere or two before he finally lines up that shot. All at once, with some harsh grunt and half whinny, he forces her to take the first few inches of that pelvis straining length, sighing out in satisfaction afterwards and simply forcing her body to accept more and more. "Damn tight..."He's well over a foot long, so even he has to end up clip clopping a few times to sink himself in further inbetween thrusts. But each one is so uncaringly brutal that it only happens once or twice. She can feel him forcing muscles to relent, each instance of constriction or halting met not only with a new jerk of his hips, but also with that very same convulsion like throbbing that rattled her skull barely a minute before. It's almost like that cock is a living thing, thrashing about in her depths and spewing it's lusty venom in an attempt to create a new home. Veins carve their own path in her of course, searing against clusters of nerves particularly thorough with each little beat and ensuring that her folds are well worked. Flare only paves the way for the rest of his thickness, just barely bowing against tightness, catching on any attempts of retreat or reverse and ensuring that every drop of pre spunk has nowhere to go but a rapidly approaching cervix. "An here I thought I was gettin a bitch with some work under her belt..~ Hrnhf.. Might haf ta get a refund...~"Even when he reaches that tender seal, he's still trying to force the rest inside, bucking experimentally at first, then starting to saw his hips properly to batter away at that final defense. The sound of squelching flesh against flesh rings in time with his coarse grunting, the sensation of fingers digging into her pudgy waist made to be the only distraction from the frame rattling, gut punching, womb caving force he's putting behind each thrust. She's still not taken him to the base, but that's barely a few inches off, just enough for thighs and knees to feel the tickle of his nuts as they swing and sway between his legs.

  Lammy Lamb's head was still swimming from that face-to-face with the client's endowment, hair matted down and back sporting a lot of off-white goop that cooled oh-so-slowly on her sweat-slick skin, her attention brought once more as a second blow "NNGH!" had her heels wobbling and thighs quaking, face getting all the more red from the abuse! "Huh-holy fffuck.." mumbled out, throat tightening with a gulp as she realized just what she'd signed up for, the mass of flesh scraping on her back until it came to rest against her oh-so-small petals, the heat of both partners so intense, culminating in a trembling li'l cock-warming lamb! "Hooomigod.." mewled out, bringing her eyes forward and trying to push the vision of over a foot of brutally fat cock about to terrorize her, not even thinking about the fact he'd paid for anal and was about to rail her cunt bareback! Her lips tighten, eyes screw up, and thighs tremble as that mast gri~inds and flattens her petals out, poor Lammy trying to hold her breath and "relax" as the penetration feels increasingly impossible, broken only by the occasional "Ah!" and "Fuck!" sounds belting from her lips when that mammoth cock surged between thighs or across buttocks, scaring her for an instant given the mass! Followed promptly by an "Uh-UHN!" from the spanks, her arms wobbling a tad as they tried to keep a grasp on that dirty tank. Lammy's just about to pipe up - to suggest a handy and a refund, before the next pussy-busting attempt does not miss, and she's... well, a singer~ "O-OhmyFUCK!" rang off the walls, not given even a second to adjust as he viciously forces that hole to accommodate! Molten cunt turning into a strained flesh-light for the horsecock, her poor feet turning inwards while eyes tightened, trying to belt out a plea as she's railed rotten! Her heavy chest was wobbling over the toilet while legs threatened to give out, her knees starting to knock up against the bowl's rim as they gave out and tried to find support elsewhere! "Uhn! My! GAWD!"

She couldn't hold her breath, nor her squeals, if she tried - those muscles getting busted loose in but a few violent ruts, jolts of distress working up her spine and back down, a hand reaching back to try and push the boy's hips off her - only to flail at air for a moment, before re-clamping onto the tank, head throwing back with another vulgar scream as his colossal slab started kicking in her cervix! She's fucking tight, so it's no easy task, but then again it's not easy handling a cock as big as her ankle and then some bruise-fucking her insides. There's a fat li'l bulge, just above the waistline of her skirt, but beneath navel, that's shifting and rolling - it's subtle, but given the position of it relative to the boy's hips, there's no mistaking what it is, her pudgy tummy poking out through that firm grip of his fingers as she tries to stammer out a "Sluh-slow DUHNNNGAWD..!", but interrupted by that vicious effort to cave her fuckhole in, the sheer tightness making her cling to him like a glove! It resulted in that orange-brown li'l fuckhole clinging harshly to his vein-laden dick, tugging out a half-inch or so when he'd shallowly retreat, only to cave in as her innermost barrier was pummeled once more, coaxing a pained grunt from her lips and some more saliva rolling down her chin while every soft bit of her body jiggled, only to endure it all over again! She eventually tilted her head up, gritted her teeth, and closed her eyes - still squealing her head off like the stuck, fat-assed fuckpig she was, but at least it wasn't outright raucous now - "SQLRRRRCH" sounds ringing disgustingly off the walls while her too-tight pussy was shearing every goddamn drop off, while dull waves of pain could be felt in her bones where some heavily excessive pressure was working her birthing canal to a broken crater~

  Gatete fucks her like a man possessed. Hips only seem to be goaded on by her constant screams and squeals, boy even snorting as he keeps that steady, womb battering pace just to feel that sweet sensation of hilting completely. When knees give out, he simply supports her more, tugging her back into every ass quaking impact while boring down on her from above constantly. Each little scramble and writhe only forced an even harder impact to come just to straighten her back out for him, those so uncaringly rough that one can almost hear the THMP of that massive plateau of a crown slamming into the ends of her abdomen. "Fffuuckin..~ Cmon!" A hand rears back yet again, and just like before, a random cheek is introduced to a stinging palm after one short, air slicing slam right back down, though this time those blows are coming over and over, bruises piling up as he continues to punish her for her limits. "Y'aint gonna get anywhere if ya cant take me to tha bottom!~" His voice is cruely enthusiastic, and his thrusts are so decidedly thorough that it's almost like he's toying with her more than he's trying to get off. Not that he isn't, simply that he's making sure to take his sweet time with it. At least 10 minutes of his sweet time, actually. He alternates between abusing her cheeks and clutching to her bloated sides from time to time, using her as little more than a sex sleeve, alternating between tender stomach bulges to ruthless womb flattening with his force, eventually working in close enough to have her poor thighs stinging with the damn near wrecking ball like impacts of nuts against stalks and making sure her love tunnel grew accustomed to every delirious, fuck hungry inch of his loins before she notices a significant  change in tempo. He's starting to retreat more and more despite his natural plug fighting against it every time, and even manages to pick up the pace despite it. Those brief moments where nuts are greeting nerves transfer how utterly pent up and tensed those factories are, and she can even feel jizz slit fluttering whenever it's poking against her decimated entrance. "Goddamn..~ Gonna have to cum just to get it wet enough~" He doesn't even give her a particularly long amount of time to dwell on those words before he's suddenly reaching forward, grabbing her by the triceps and forcibly tugging her against his hips, balls hiking and falling against her while he lets out a hoarse, near roar of a groan.

Despite his damn near lithe body, the boy produces an absurd brew of masculine essence. She can feel the beginnings of it replacing pre with a noticeably thicker, congealing brew that damn near feels like a solid before the true tide is flowing forth. He shoots off like a howitzer, one thick, occasionally waning stream of ultradense, steaming hot delight bubbling and gurgling on itself as the concentrated blasts baste down her womb. She can feel every swell before it happens, shaft bloating and rolling with every mighty lump, clogging up pipe for a moment or two to stifle that flow only to remind her that he's part horse with how relentless it's coming out seconds afterwards, even the first burst able to completely pack her baby cage full, the next only serving to give her stomach an increasingly tight dome of 'liquid' weight. It's like tar, tar comprised of oversized, over stimulated swimmers that can damn near be felt swirling and searching out amongst themselves for eggs to conquer and suffuse, only to form massive currents as they churn amongst themselves while more of their brothers join them. Balls shrink gradually during the near 2 minutes that it takes for them to unload that prodigious amount, pints piling into quarts, which pile into gallons of semen that's all forced to fill her to capacity by the massive flare keeping all but a single trickle to escape her abused cunt. He starts thrusting halfway through, intent on not only stirring up that brew within her cauldron, but also to milk out every last drop he's able to give before the stimulation proves to be too dull. When the stream finally starts to wane, he's left huffing and gasping in delight, even though he's still as hard as rock inside her, balls still heavy and aching to finish delivering their bounty.

  Lammy Lamb never had a chance! Her thighs are packing pale, red bruises that're forming from where those nuts repeatedly keep colliding with her pillars, everything from ass to knees wobbling and jostling as that crown viciously pummel-fucks her womb with zero regard for her well-being! Her legs give out, and she instead find herself impaled and held like a fleshlight, hands scrabbling to stay on the back of the toilet while feet drag limply on the floor, shuffling forward and back as that cock terrorizes her insides. Once he breached her cervix, that bulge was not subtle anymore - now having gained a few inches in depth, finding itself a bit above her navel, and distending it disgustingly, while her asscheeks are subject to a re-mapping by both hand, and those furiously pulverizing hips! Her strength goes into keeping her head upright, jaw long since going slack with teeth gritting - although calling it an pleased face was so far from how it was, mascara running towards her cheeks while her drool trickled from chin onto those wobbling breasts! Hair disheveled and scattered across her cheeks and lips, while her posterior was packing quite a few welts from the vicious ass-beating! Making sure that shortstack was really squirmy every time the big boy hilted in her cunt, that hole being slo~owly easier to annihilate given his size.. but still a tough trek, again, due to his size!

She didn't hear anything aside from the raucous, vicious clapping of flesh on flesh, his warning going unheard as her frame was brought upright, feet no longer touching the floor while every bit of her weight was on that dick! This seemed to sober Lammy up, given how her wide eyes peered down at that fat tummy-bulge, and it suddenly swelled. Limply trying to drag her numbed legs up along the studboy's own, that boiling heat vented into her nethers, and in one moment she'd gone from belly-bulged cockslut to three-months-pregnant in size! The tumescent swell rounding out to make way for that first load, thickly rolling through her ruined sanctum and flooding her eggs with that steaming slop. That was the first fucking wad. More, and more, and more packed in, and not a single drop could escape given that massive girth, the heat overwhelming Lammy's senses as she tried to roll her hips, to dislodge that fucklog, anything to ease the pressure! The slut didn't look so hot as she was knocked up, feeling those fat nuts drag up along the backs of her thighs while she dangles there like the impaled cocksleeve she is, enduring for minutes before it finally seems to-

"Ghk! Ghk! NNGHK!" That's what she sounds like as he starts working out the last of his load with her blown-out fuckhole, making that bulbous tummy wobble and jostle sickeningly, the poor whore's cunt stroking off that oversized horsemeat as it finishes off! She looks, easily, about to give birth - if not a bit more, faintest reddish stretch marks left on her swollen stomach, while her eyes have long since screwed up, huffing and heaving for breath when it finally stops! Hands trembling in their forced-back position, whilst her fuckhole feels.. hot, but numb, battered senseless, but definitely still feeling the burn~! "Puh.. pluh.. pull.."

  Gatete revels in that sensation for a little while longer, allowing her cunt to work along him and briefly considering simply snatching her up for the rest of the night. Luckily for her, those whimpers start to reach his ears and he just barely loosens his grip on her, of course resulting in her frame leaning forward while he comes to his senses. "Whussat?... Ah Riight, s'posed to fuck yer ass too huh?" There's not much ceremony in what happens next. The girl's just barely hefted, but when he finds that flare is keeping her locked firmly in place he thinks up some other means of dislodging that pulsating rod from her twitching depths. The all too considerate horseboi backs up just a bit, ensuring her face doesn't end up joining her probably half dissolved lollipop in the toilet before simply letting her drop, shuddering just a bit when hips once again meet ass flesh before he stands proper to let gravity do it's job. Even with that, it's a slow, torturous draw back out. When fucked full body starts to overcome that inhuman rigidity, she's forced to endure flare catching on every crevice, every fold, every little nook and cranny left in her cunt as she's bowed down on his shaft. Of course, that isn't too far a drop, and luckily for her face finds the floor before she's completely let off. Not so luckily is the result of all that pressure packed jizz getting unplugged at once. The first second is hideously visceral. GLRSHK GRRRGLE GLOSH rings out in the air as those first two or so gallons are shot out in a somewhat limpy flowing stream, coating thighs, legs, skirt, crotch, heels and feet in a barely diluted mixture of horse sperm and lamb honey, and even then the following seconds are home to a still dense, though not as vigorous flow out of her caved in cunt, every heavy wad forcing her lips apart again to give stinging nerves a somewhat soothing sensation of warmth. Of course, most of it still stays nice and secure within her womb, but even then, the puddle all that creates is very quickly reaching her face, not to mention the stalls next to them and the drains in the center of that grimy tiled floor. There's not much time for her to rest though, since soon hooves are splish splashing in the mess and hands are dragging that upturned ass into position, tearing a bit more of her 'pants' in order for him to properly aim at her hole. He's squatting over her, One hand sunk into her ass to keep her in place while the other steadies a milky white coated dick, stroking it slow as well while hips lower to press flare against anal ring. "Cmon girl, loosen up. Gotta get out'f here sooner 'r later~" He's saying that, but it's just like when he was trying to push into her cunt before. Every thrust goes just a bit too shallow or wide, some grinding against freshly creampied cunt to give busted mons another tease of what just ruined them, others grinding inbetween cheeks and along her back, damn near tickling the back of her head with a few dredges of equine spunk.

  Lammy Lamb's arms naively reached to try and touch her own stomach - horrified to find that, indeed, that was her flesh, following up with a southwards glance as gravity tugged her forward off that dick, oh-so-faintly, even as she remained impaled! Thighs spread around the root of that dick, dangling to the floor, and stomach masking a majority of that rampage. She was still too delirious to process his taunting, the minor attempted motions in her busted-open cunt prompting her to whimper and writhe, feeling as if they're tied together before-"Woah!" Frame lilting towards the floor, fingers and feet first impacting it before... well, her stomach, feeling that member slowly evict itself from her battered cunt, nerves tingling with fire once again as the thick monstrosity scraped and tugged at the inside of her walls! The internal pressure did a fair bit to help - but it was agonizing for the poor, over-fucked lambslut, "Nnguhh..! GHK!" gurgling out, although it was but a minor undertone to the strained squelches of flesh grinding against faintly-slickened flesh, until with a sharp "PLP!" she was freed. So were a few gallons of jizz!

It was a relief as far as her internal pressure was concerned, in fact so much so that.. well, one, it felt kinda good at least in contrast to having her womb smash-fucked into a violent breeding session, and two? She no longer looked knocked up! Sure felt like it though. Her thighs did nothing but twitch, spread out and ankles close together, cheek on the tile as seed started to pool... well, everywhere! Thick, clinging to her flesh, and eerily warm compared to the chilly ground, it almost felt nice.. if it didn't reek to hell. Her legs don't feel it as her ass is raised up, but the shift in pressure tells her everything, that she's face-down ass-up and about to get fucked. "Wuh.. waihh, wait, luh-lemmEEE-!" Shlorp! Shlap! Sqllch! Attempt after attempt of that jizz-slick tubesteak just smears and slathers her backside, her one eye closed given it's proximity to so much nut-sludge, but the other wide and peering up frantically at the horse-boy about to demolish her asshole, because blowing out her pussy wasn't enough!? "Hnff! Hahn! Sh-shit!" She can't see much, it's hard to peer over her shoulder that far, but it's clear he's squatted and about to treat her back door like he had her cunt, that li'l star slo~owly caving in under the copious lubrication and the aggressive pressure, poor Lammy's knees too numb to even try to wiggle and disrupt that aim! She's already groaning in distress even if it sounds pretty hot~ at the attempts, given they're working to cave in her booty, those fishnets starting to really strain in protest as those cheeks bulge wide! "NNHFF!"

  Gatete: "S'right girl... Keep nice an still fer me...~" Even those slight moments of weakness and relent are enough to allow the beginnings of crown to start parting anal ring just like cunt did, though now there's no natural elasticity to even slightly soothe her, only the tar thick slime still lamely dribbling out of jizz slit and coating his length. Thankfully, there's a bit of give to him now that he isn't completely pent up. Flare, still fully bloomed, folds almost too eagerly as he slips past the relative tightness of her sphincter, a groan forced out from the equine's lungs as he feels that compressing delight tickling against his nerves, hips anxiously sawing in little half strokes just to embed more and more of his hardness inside of her. Veins are still hammering just as powerful and frenzied as before against nerves and muscles, and that slight give doesn't near assuage the still overwhelming thickness that the rest of his shaft entails, but it seems to be a somewhat easier glide down to the hilt than it was before. That is, until he's knocking against the first bend in her winding intestines without being even half lodged inside. It causes him to let out an almost cute, half neigh before he starts to thrust in earnest again, muscles now forced to relent as that ungodly vigor completely overtakes him again, guts already clogged up by the viscous sludge that was his past load now forced to bear the brunt of his pre spunk gushing out as well. "Hrmh... Still too tight..~" One hand's moving to push head down into the gunk below her even more, practically smearing her face a sickly off yellow while the other anchors on her shirt for support, tugging just slightly while his surging length starts to batter and slam against that natural obstacle. "And ya call yerself a whore..~" One particular rear back has has flare dragging out till guts are threatening to follow around flare, the hideous squelching from lubrication and gurgling from still pressured womb breaking his silence before he's suddenly slamming down into her with enough force to damn near slide her up against the toilet. Pleasure starts to take him again, and she can feel that molten slab of iron starting to stiffen completely, decimating resistance and tension with every bone rattling throb while he rears back once more, yet again pausing for a few seconds, as if to allow her body to foolishly tighten up again before he's banging her against porcelain yet again. There might be some charity for his drastically slowed pace, but he's making sure that it's countered by the earnest, grunting, body rattling intestine reworking he's giving her.

  Lammy Lamb's other eye followed suit in screwing up tightly as that massive lamb-gaper started to gain ground, caving in and unceremoniously "PLP!"ing inside her experienced li'l donut - granted, experienced with regular-sized folks. "UhnnmiGOD!" Her hurting li'l hole goes from slender, orange-pink donut to strained red ring as the flare squeezed past it, nearly shearing the makeshift lubricant off that fuckpipe as it slithered down over her blown-out pussyhole. She's not shown much mercy, and reciprocates with her pained breathing albeit no more screaming.. yet, anyway~ as it glides in aggressively, working open more of her intestinal tract before that first hitch is encountered, along with an "UhnFUCK" from her spit-slick lips. Her fingers scramble - once again trying to reach back, even if she'd attempted before, finding that thick length thickening in her guts as both hands sloppily wrapped around it, unable to even get a firm grip before her figure slid along the jizz-slick floor towards that toilet! "Nnhfff! FUCK!" Her hands barely protect her, slippery and planting between her head and the bowl while she's pinned down and impaled on that otherworldly horsedick, the overwhelming pressure of having that otherwordly fuckpipe harshly plummeting into her colon shooting out a thick, noisy "Sqlrrch!" of jizz from her well-bred cunt. There's no constant wailing like before, when he went full-speed on knocking her up - no, she's always given a moment to suck down a shaky breath or two, trembling and wide-mouthed before "FUCK" and such vulgarities, sometimes unintelligible, were belted out in those violent gut-straightening efforts! It's definitely getting ground - her bones creaking as he starts to get past pelvis, and into belly, although in truth all it did for either of them is show how tight she was. A faint belly-bump, and that dick wasn't even bottoming out yet, as one bend after another was worked straight, rearranging her organs to make way for something much more important. It didn't take more than a dozen or so thrusts for her pussy to be relatively voided of that sperm - too little too late, but it wasn't her fault the load was so damn copious, and his anal-assaulting efforts so vicious! Each thrust was still sending a li'l jetting out of her reddened fuckhole, but it was almost an afterthought compared to the disgusting, hard sounds going on an inch above - "SQLRRCH! WHUD - SQLRRRRCH!" Her donut nearly clinging to his dick, giving definition to the term "plunger-fucking".

   Gatete only seems to grow more and more enthused with every little outcry of (dis)pleasure and pain, slamming down even harder, giving body a few more seconds of air just to fuck it right out of her with the next thrust, even starting to grind and push slow and steady against her bends before viciously rearranging them, all while steadily getting hips closer and closer to smacking up against ass cheeks like before. It doesn't stop till he's yet again on the precipice of hilting inside of her, sheath kissing sweet against meaty, overtaxed anal ring and balls gurgling idly, already starting to swell just a bit as his next load churns and bubbles within. "Mnh...~ Damn, ya almost sound as sweet as ya feel~" He's dragging out again, and just like before, his shaft is not stopping it's retreat till flare is knocking up against her 'exit' once more, a few teasing tugs and pulls given while he sneers down at her. "Don't think I'll ever get tired o'fuckin ya like this, but I s'pose ya got some other customers..~" Hands are reaching forward now, surprisingly delicate, tender palms tempered by the power rippling underneath his skin gripping down hard on her wrists, tugging her back like a ragdoll on that unrelenting pillar of masculinity and effectively removing any chance of her getting a buffer from the spunk stained tile and pot she's trapped between. "So lets get ya back to work soon, eh bitch?~" With that, he's positively skewering her. She can damn near feel him poking against underside of stomach directly with how uncaring that next thrust is, so powerful that it causes a dull THUD as that anvil like crown positively decimates that last little bend and pounds against inner flesh. Ass once again claps against pelvis from the impact, balls smacking against thighs and groin once more while he lets out a shuddering sigh of relief. He's holding her there too, half suspended by that rock crushing vigor, half suspended by a grip shifting to her shoulders so her entire body is little more than a leverage tool for him to rut her raw. The next thrust isn't nearly as long, but it's just as hard, barely drawing a few inches back before pounding into her yet again, only to do the same thing a couple of seconds later, with even less the thrust after that. To say he's ironing out her bowels is an understatement. He's gut fucking her, the only thing keeping gastric acids from burning both their nerves being the pints of pre sludge bubbling out of his crown to rend that brew useless. Just like with her cunt, there's no mercy or relent, no thought beyond getting his load into her, no pause until he's once again tickling the edges of his own climax. Sadly, that's a bit far off. Despite his taunting jeers from before, he's still half sated from the load already taken and now simply stirred about in her inner sanctum during what's probably over half an hour of non stop rutting. If it weren't for the layer of dried up dick slurry on her back, she might've been able to feel sweat dropping along her spine amidst the inhuman pace of his desire, though the harsh groaning and huffing he gives might be an indicator to his exertion and enjoyment as well. Just like before, with him leaking like a sieve within her, it doesn't take long before crisp, raw CLAP CLOP CLAPs of flesh against flesh are overtaken by the hideously visceral SCHRRLK SCHLLAP KRRSH of a too filled hole getting excess lube plumbed out of it. His only act of kindness is the attempt to keep her from getting a concussion from her head banging into the toilet, though it's still just an attempt as every few thrusts one can hear the almost metallic sounding clink of horns and skull against the polished surface.

  Lammy Lamb was shivering from the waist up - face beet-red with heat in various spots, while asshole was a similar color in its cratered state from the boy's vicious display of affection! The poor buttslut can barely breathe, and he's just getting that dick inside her, a profound navel bulge starting to be sported that twitches and throbs with unnerving hunger! From utterly full, to near-empty as that dick dragged out, poor Lammy's eyes cross and mouth goes wide, that distinct'n empty sensation terrifying given what was there a second prior. Arms up, and now unable to protect her face, let alone mitigate this backed-up stud's hunger, her ass is nearly falling prey to gravity as her arms become fuck-handles, and asshole becomes a jizztrough for the client! Her head is lifted the slightest bit as a result of her tensing those arms, forehead nearly touching the toiletbowl as she shakes her head, and tries to babble out a plea - lips parting, "Du-" huffing out, before "GHKKK!" gargles from her lips, that fat ass ripples from the vicious impact, and poor Lammy is once again getting completely and unapologetically fucked in this situation. Her arms tremble as if hooked up to batteries, while her sloppy, busted-loose gash is quivering with those fat babymakers suddenly pressed up to them. What terrifies her most is that her weight isn't on her knees anymore - no, most of it's sitting on that dick, or held in those hands, slowly shifting from whore to living-onahole as the gut-fucked lamb tries to babble out her last rites, before her asshole is murdered.

"GHK!" It's quick, vicious, and rough, just like his fucking - and there's one and a vicious dribble of spit from her gritting teeth with every tit-wobbling, ass-bruising impact! Sweat percolates and rolls down her forehead, thighs, arms, everywhere, the poor girl losing sensation from the waist down as those heels spread out and numbly drag along the floor, her hands hanging uselessly as the grip is re-applied to her shoulders, and keeps her fucked-dumb head vulnerable to the porcelain wall. "GHKA-GHKK-GLLKA-GHRRK-NNGHK-FHHK!" is all she can manage, unable to even suck down a full breath before the next rut is further sealing her fate as a broken cocksleeve. On the bright side, the "poor" boy is so backed up, he's practically flooding her with excitement before he's even popping - which does make this hellish-gutreaming she's enduring.. about 2% more tolerable. Of course it only a faint reprieve, given it lets him tear her asshole apart all the more easier, the copious nutsludge rolling down the insides of her thighs at this point, if not outright squirting and clinging in thick strands between those fat nuts and her thick thighs!

   Gatete keeps gouging her out like some cheap fuck sleeve till, once again, he's reaching that that ball quivering, cock convulsing apex that drove his near desperate rut. Once again his thrusts start to become less focused and erratic, more intent with slamming right back into her the moment pre slickened flesh is exposed to 'fresh' air, which at this point might as well be visible with how dense his aromatic masculinity wafts through. He's finally letting shoulders go, but that simply comes in favor of sinking into plush globes and hips so, even if she still had feeling in her legs, there's no possible way she'd be able to escape from the oncoming tide. There's a final, ground scraping slam of dick into bowels as he leans in heavy over her, the leathery, jizz sticky, skull swallowing tankards that make up his hitching nutsack scrape against fur and flesh every time they start to tense, hiking up to damn near compress against his groin before they relax to rest like stones against her poor lower body. Instead of letting out some boorish whinny and neigh this time, the boy is instead making sre every inch of his body is dedicated to seeding the poor lamb, teeth grit together, eyes screwed shut and muscles just barely flexing as the virile tide begins to pump up.

Blunt tipped lance is besieged with yet another bout of thickening as ultradense spunk rises through, once again causing a noticable ridge of swimmer infused meat as it bubbles up the underside of the cum vein, and once again giving her only a taste of what's to come as the first leaden droplet spills into her stomach. Unlike before, crown isn't cut off or satiated with womb, so when plate sized flare is starting to push against walls just to make sure not a single drop gets past, the instinctual, pleasure filled buck meant to help kick off his much needed release actually manages to go somewhere, poor anal passage decimated at it's deepest parts when he draws back before getting caved in by the savage, jizz assisted thrust forward. It's like molten lava is shot out into her with the heat and density, barely able to fire off properly before continuing in a gurgling, steaming stream of semi solid satisfaction. He's barely grunting or huffing above her as thrusts push through more and more of that noxious tar through her system, even those first few seconds enough to completely the muscled ring separating colon from middle. Stomach is completely filled through the opposite end in moments, and she can feel the massive lances of his delight bulging out navel before it's settling into a massive, sagging distention of flesh, stretched tight by pressure and causing a slight sizzle as it rests against the relative cool of his prior load. It doesn't take much more time till she's actually filled with capacity, and sure enough she's forced through the chain reactions of baby batter rising up through her digestive tract. First she feels the gas, the steaming, soured, almost rotten density of his need forcibly filling lungs, sinuses, nasal passage, throat and finally mouth, completely fumigating her skull with equine virility till she can taste his seed on her tongue without it even being there, damn near feeling the incessant burrowing and writhing of his swimmers as well. Then she can feel the mass of fluid rising up. It bubbles in her throat like cola as it surges higher and higher, even slight breaths not only tainted by it's presence, but made increasingly more difficult as more and more space is taken just for his potency. If anyone could see, they'd even be able to find the apex of that tide in her neck, bulging it out more and more as that sludge forces muscles to accept his load or drown her. It only takes a few more stomach gurgling, body distending globs before it's filling mouth and nose as well, now completely suffocating her as space is claimed for his wasted progeny, first completely bathing tongue in that overly bitter, furrowing flavor, then washing gums and teeth with the sludge, then bloating out cheeks should she even try to attempt to hold it back and finally the complete sundering of her nostrils, ensuring that, at least from the lips down, her face is coated down with that far too insistent paint.

   Lammy Lamb's arms uselessly flopped to the floor upon release, trembling and fighting their best to keep her battered, crippled figure up! Asscheeks clinging to hips with every raucous PLAP, even as the phat buns ended up pillowing around grabby hands keeping her fucked-limp body still. No hope, no mercy, no shame~! She felt her navel kick into the floor just as her asscheeks were given one last, firm rut, the poor girl's forehead pushing to the bowl's cool underside even as sweat dripped off her chin, those biceps of hers struggling to keep that upper half aloft! The copious, boiling sensation rising through her frame was about as subtle as a nuclear bomb, the faint thickening of that dick coupled with those nuts scraping over her thighs'n cunt a few times told her more than enough, bef-"Glrrk! Glrrk! GLRRP!" No, there wasn't any more booty-slapping sensations, or her struggling for breath because of that frenetic lamb-ruining pace. Two heart beats, and a load she'd regret agreeing to! First it simply bunched up, and tried to return the way it came - but her tract was simply too fucking snug around that dick for much progress to be made in that direction. The other way around? Plenty of space!

That tumescent swell in her gut that was smudging on the jizz-sludged tile rounded out, reaffirming her formerly pregnant-looking state in disgusting, noisy, tangible squelches. Then, oh god it was moving up her torso! It wasn't a big gap, but she could suddenly feel her stomach - actual stomach, attain some sustenance in addition to far exceeding her limits! "P-Puh.. pull ah.. ou..!" was all she could stammer, way too late in the game. Eyes half-rolled, tears streaked with black, and jaw agape as she tried to suck down air, she could taste the stuff well before it came up due to that overwhelming scent. It filled the room, her head, and every inch of her digestive system. "Hurk!" Tongue hanging out, she didn't try to hide it - halfway up her throat her sensitive gag reflex kicked in, and both hands moved to the toilet's rim, hefting her torso a tad higher and tried to get it in the toilet bowl. Fortunately for her, it wasn't quite what her body initially thought - and unfortunately, she didn't quite make it, the thick, viscous, fresh stuff trickling bubbling down her chin! Matting into shirt, dripping off the curve of her bust, while Lammy tried her best to stay conscious. She couldn't breathe - it was spurting in thumb-thick ropes from her nostrils as well, her waning strength trying to keep conscious and keep up. She didn't want to drown in a puddle of jizz, after all. Especially not with that destroyed asshole quaking at his base, and her stomach starting to sport some off-red stretch marks after that brutal encounter! Or at least the second round of it.

   Gatete continued to dump every last drop of sperm he had into her digestion tract till balls were completely empty and, as an equally pleasing side effect, she was completely washed through by his lusts. Of course that took minutes, even afterwards following a few short, crude pumps just to make sure that not even a single drop was left before he finally settled down ontop of her, letting out a pleased little coo of delight while weight rests on upturned ass and over stuffed stomach. "Hff... Damn good lay..~" There's a few seconds of catching his breath, a hand moving up to wipe his sweat slicked brow as well before he's starting to stand up and pull out proper, huffing and grunting yet again as natural tightness and semi solid pressure tickle against his crown, near inciting him to go for another round with how slowly deflating flare and cock start to twitch and shudder yet again, though soon enough he's finally leaving her gaped open guts with a half hard cock smeared down in spunk. Whatever is pushed up from the pressure of stomach against floor trickles out next in a slow stream of goopy mess, though it seems he has a bit more compassion than he'd let on when jizz sullied hoof is planting on her back to push her gravid form down, forcing a greater hose to splatter against the floor and broken door behind them both, helping to alleviate some of that body ruining love he's given her. "Might even hafta keep up with ya, been a while since I got off like that... though..~" He's reaching down next, pinching out a few twenties he gave her before with a frown gracing his features. "I damn near did all tha work. Ya better keep loose fer next time, else I might not be so nice." With that and a few seconds to rub sullied jeans on back before simply slinging them over his shoulder with a grumble, he's leaving her in those stalls by herself. Though, he does give her one final act of kindness. To make up the money she lost, he's pointing every stud he sees to those stalls.