A Good Hunter's Cumstain

 Good Hunter was so very, very ill-equipped for this sort of thing. She was an urban creature, meant to dive and duck between alleyways and tall spires rather than following her prey out and up. But there she was - she was not about to leave a job unfinished. Yes she'd wounded her prey, but it was still fleeing north, and she was not about to return home without its pelt around her neck. So she followed, lithe, slender, and decked out in more than enough leathers to keep her warm...at least until snow started to fall. She shuddered a bit, face hidden under her scarf, tricorner hat keeping away most of the snow from her eyes. Still, this was going on further than she'd anticipated....she would have to find shelter sooner or later....

 

 Holly Cameltoe: A cabin finds her view after a few more minutes of chilling winds and blanketing snow, structurally untouched by the ravages of time and winter, though tarnished and splattered with some vile blood dried on after months and months of soaking. It almost seems out of place. Wooden logs stand out against the stone trail leading up to it, and not even yards away there is some sort of mighty, though mostly dilapidated building used for some grand cathedral or resting place for previous travelers. With lack of choices to compare it to, it seems warm. Smoke even piles out of the chimney near the top, and as one steps closer, the sight of an even more out of place Wreath is hung on the door, decorated with fruits and nuts from some far off land. The area around seems recently shoveled, the footsteps of some... being trailed around it. A golden knocker and similarly colored knob are the only means of entry.

 

 Good Hunter: The saying 'any port in a storm' seemed oddly appropriate in this case. Yes, she could trudge on, but on the other hand, she did not think she would find any more promising options before collapsing that night. The cabin in the shadow of ruins....why not? The smoke from the chimney was a very promising sign: that meant fire if nothing else. Best case scenario - friendly stranger and a place to bed for the night. Worst case, she'd have to put her axe to work and she'd have a place to bed for the night. Either way, she was going to get her warmth. Best to try being cordial at first. So she moved to the golden door knocker under the wreath.....and with a gloved hand, reached up to give it three sharp knocks.

 

 Holly Cameltoe: The knocks go unanswered for one terribly chilly minute before the sound of clopping hooves starts to ring out from behind the door. The knob twists, hinges creaking as the portal begins to barely open itself, leaving just a sliver of light pouring from the inside. The flickering, golden red of the fire only obstructed by the shaded figure poking it's nose out of the gap. It's already something out of a fairytale, something that should be quite the refreshing breeze in this world of nightmare. A reddened snout seems to cut through the darkness, maw parting just barely as a matured, just barely subdued voice rings out through the silence of the night. "... You have the courtesy to knock before trying to enter. But many beings in that have passed here still lack a bit of.. sanity, that I appreciate companions to have. You wont try to harm me if I offer you shelter, will you?"

 

 Good Hunter: ...Well that certainly wasn't what she had been expecting.

 

Still, she attempted to recover her composure and not stare longer than she did. She nodded once, before clearing her throat and finding her voice. Despite her grim and dark dress, her voice was unmistakably feminine...a soprano voice if ever there was one. Almost cute, if she didn't have a trick axe in one hand and a pistol on her belt. Still. She could not refuse courtesy. So she nodded once. "Assuming you do not attempt to harm me first, no. I will honor the generosity offered."

 

 Holly Cameltoe: First comes more silence, then a gentle smile that's slowly retreated past the door. "Come in then..." The door fully opens, showing off the being standing behind while a delighted sigh rolls from her lips. "You reek of blood... But I suppose that is not of your accord."The reindeer gal is a sultry little thing, dressed in nothing but a skimpy jacket and tight fitting, burgundy boy shorts.. Sumptuous, pillowy breasts are dug into, slight trenches formed where the half buttoned expanse crosses over her mounds that force areola to slightly bulge out around the edges, fat nipples pressed into the meat of her chest. Her mounds sag just barely due to that shifty support, heavy and laden with some unknown brew that resides in those mighty tankards. Of course, her groin is equally stifled, too far down along her waist line to properly mask the mighty swell of her sheath, which pokes out of the top of the drawn tight cloth. Fat nuts spill over the sides, each one large enough to swallow the average skull. Plump pussy lips are constantly wedged against, a steady, faint trickle of her excitement milked from her ripened mons. She reaches a hand down to shake the Hunter's hand, something resembling a grin splitting her features. "Perhaps we can change that by the time you leave tonight?"

 

 Good Hunter: The Huntress was...not quite prepared for this. Everywhere she was slim, this....creature was plump and round. Where she was pale and flesh, she was...furred and curvaceous. It almost wasn't fair. But, then, this was obviously a very sexual creature, where she was...well, a Huntress. Meant for cutting and hunting and fighting and all that, not the....creative, fun things in life. Likewise she did not have much in the way of curves to boast or brag about - she had pert, slight little mounds that were bound by her leathers and buckles and all those varied straps. So many straps and buckles for her garb. Still, she stepped in and took the hand, shaking it and...taking in the smell and the lusty sight of Holly. It was obscene but...well, she was staring.

 

"Perhaps....I am glad enough to be out of the cold if nothing else...."

 

 Holly Cameltoe chuckles softly and nods, tugging the woman in and ushering her about. The place is a cozy, almost distortedly calm little abode. A single bed, a wood powered stove, a pair of chairs and a mighty oak table decorate the insides, one window reinforced with spare scraps of metal looking out of the south wall to give light to the snowy expanse. The bed is somewhat large, though that's probably due to the abnormal height of the reindeer woman that occupies the place, and there seems to be some chest hidden underneath it as well. The stove is occupied with a tiny tea kettle, one that's just on the verge of whistling out with steam before she moves it, pouring the contents into two cups and setting them down, drawing up a chair to her table and offering the Hunter a seat. "Hmh... You're a fair bit more adorable than most of my visitors~ Usually I get hulking men clad in robes knocking on my door... Infact, I think the last actual woman I had come here was so far gone that she went berserk at the sight of my fur~"

 

 Good Hunter gave an involuntary shudder as the warmth hit her - shaking off the chill of the snow. And then, another little shudder when she was called 'adorable.' Normally she trended toward morose, fearsome, and deadly - adorable wasn't something she could lean toward usually. Usually. Still, she took the offered seat, and removed her hat, and her scarf. Without the tricorner hat, her hair - raven colored and just a bit mussed, fell back in a tight ponytail. And without the scarf...well, adorable was well-deserved. A heart shaped face, deep blue eyes, slightly pouted lips and a slightly upturned nose....she accepted the tea with a long sip, and a sigh.

 

"I've seen much....less pleasant things, I assure you."

 

 Holly Cameltoe cant help but let her eyes linger and wander, tracing along every subtle detail of that beautiful face while occasionally letting them dip lower, a half sigh escaping her lips as she nods in agreement. "The beasts that roam about? I've seen them as well... Haven't tried my luck with them though." She curls her fingers around and takes a sip of her own tea, reveling in the honeyed taste before letting those scarlet hues pierce her sapphire orbs. "They seem to stay away from this place mostly, probably because I don't belong here. One man said that this was all a horrid nightmare, and that I was some figment of a more pleasant dream... Still, that doesn't help me figure out how to get home, nor does it ease the ah... 'tensions' of loneliness." A grin is flashed, half amicably, half lecherous. She leans forward to let her breasts hang forward just a bit, spilling over their top while a hoof nudges up against the hunter's leg playfully. "I assume you're just passing through to fight one of those monsters further up, right?"

 

 Good Hunter being native to those nightmares was definitely unaccustomed to anything particularly....'appealing.' So between that decidedly strategic show of cleavage and that nudge against her leg, there was no way that this sullen little thing wasn't going to blush heavily. It wasn't as if she received much 'attention' like that at home. She wasn't dumb, of course. Just from Holly's exceptionally lewd appearance and manner, there was only one thing 'tensions' could have referred to....but didn't she have the same tensions? It would be easier to continue the Hunt after a reprieve, with fewer regrets, wasn't it?

 

So she turned her lips up slightly, rolling a shoulder while the nudged leg extended, sliding up her host's calf and back down to the hoof. "That is the idea. But given the weather, I am inclined to buckle down until it passes...assuming you'll have me?"

 

 Holly Cameltoe coos out for the woman, eyes flickering with delight as she gives that leg a final little 'caress' before standing up, showing off the already prominent bulging of her sheath. It's black, thick, and at the moment, already starting to drool with some translucent trail of anticipation while the hidden length begins to slowly spill out. "Hmh... I wouldn't have it any other way." She makes it a point to take the long way around, trailing a gentle, furred hand against the underside of the woman's chin, letting it cup her cheek before making a show of walking over to her bed. Doughy, rolling mounds of fat that she calls an ass jiggles just slightly with every step, hips swaying with the barest hint of promiscuousness and legs kept apart enough to show the swell of those tense tankards with every step. Those shorts are flossed deep within that crevice, only shown right along the curve of her lower back, nestled underneath a flitting tail. She sits on the bed and spreads her legs, patting beside her with one hand and arching a finger to beckon her guest closer with the other.

 

 Good Hunter was very much falling for the trap - she was used to horrors, blood and rusted metal: not softness, warmth and seduction. And it was a cold night...all the better to share with someone. And with that fur...well, who would need extra blankets? She leaned a bit into that caress, soft flesh against that furred hand, and her gaze followed that sauntering, sultry strut to the bed. She swallowed slowly, and at the patting and beckoning made sure to tug off her gloves, and loosen a good number of the buckles that adorned her leathers. She couldn't ignore an invitation like that...and so she followed. Bottom heavy, wide eyed and wanting...

 

 Holly Cameltoe smiles softly, following her movements till she was at last within arms reach. One hand winds tight around her wrist to drag her down to eye level, another clasping against the back of her head to keep her steady while the bestial maw she wields plunders those lips. It spreads wide, allowing the bulky muscle of her tongue to lash out and flutter about inside of the hunger's mouth, the uneven, clunky embrace of bestial muzzle and human lips causing quite the copious spilling of her drool between the two. Heated, syrupy, laced with some magic that makes the brain fuzzy and uncoordinated... Her drool can only be described as intoxicating, and it comes out just like a beast's would, mighty globs wrung out and milked from her mighty tongue. Prominent tastebuds grind and search about every detail of her mouth, not as some lover would, but as something inspecting a new home would. There's not a single inch of inner flesh left untouched by the surprisingly dexterous length, and soon even her tonsils are starting to get tickled from the persistent nudging. The hand on her wrist starts to travel upwards, helping to loosen and completely undo all of her buckles till clothes simply fall onto the floor, exposing her frame.

 

 Good Hunter knew this was some sort of properly wretched taboo - affection for some Beast Woman...but she was different. No claws, snarling or fangs or bloodlust....just lust. What harm would there be in this one dalliance, just to scratch that sordid itch? Holly was big everywhere the Hunter was small - her human tongue narrow and easily overwhelmed, but still eager to dart out and taste that....shockingly sweet flavor! It was enough to make her coo in delight, idly swallowing some of that thick, heavy slop down and -

 

Oh~

 

Things were growing hazy and warmer, and soon enough her own drool was joining the sloppy mix of their kiss. It wasn't that she was subservient...but it was fun to give up a degree of control, wasn't it? Particularly as her jacket and top collapsed off of her, her chaps as well leaving her bare. Given how form-fitting her 'armor' was, there was nothing below. Pale flesh with a few faint lines of scars, her hair hanging down around her neck, her body easily pear-shaped without all of her armaments. Her hands, slender but calloused, were up and cupping that muzzle, holding to her, fingers running playfully through her fur even as her eyes began to unfocus.

 

Holly Cameltoe is so very soft. Even with palms simply running through her fur, they downy expanse seems to cradle and caress right back against that worn down flesh, the heat only making every touch more inviting and the sheer pliancy of her hide allowing even the lightest of embraces to leave a short lived wake left by the fingers. She pulls away after a few moments, eyes now alight with her desire and body already reacting well to the sight of that curvaceous vixen. The heat is enough to make her undo that single button on her jacket, causing an almost whip like unveiling of her massive mounds. They're full, heavy. A lurid sigh causes them to heave just barely, and an appreciative growl soon comes afterwards, a crude palm slamming down on that immense derriere. Despite her gentle physique, it's a powerful, stinging blow that forces the flesh to ripple from impact, digits digging in to sink rough into her globe. The hand against the back of her head winds tight, balling up raven tresses and forcing her to look into those scarlet hues so hungrily drinking in her frame. "Mh... I take back my last statement... You're beautiful. A shame that such a body is wasted on fighting..." By now, her cock is starting to hang low from her crotch, already freed from the confines of her sheath and now working to swell into life. It's so raw, so rank that the rut filled stench immediately takes the fresh air away and clogs the place with some fetid atmosphere, something so invasive that, even on the stray inhale, it settles in the lungs like lead and only helps to whip the already weak standing of thoughts into a lustful frenzy. "Turn around and sit in my lap, dear. I want to truly explore you..~"

 

 Good Hunter had her eyes lidded during that sloppy, increasingly impassioned 'kiss' but those sapphire orbs widened as things...escalated. The snapping of the button, the bouncing of those full, inviting breasts only brought the faintest pang of jealousy, but that was quickly overwritten by the [b]SLAP[/b] against her plush rear, about the only spot on her with any fat, the pale cheeks bouncing and rippling from the point of impact and filling that greedy paw with ripe, soft rump. Was her body wasted on fighting? She might have had a point there, and she was more inclined to believe it as she took a deep, DEEP whiff of that musk, that raw, rutting stank that made her sex glisten with some instinctive want. She was human, she couldn't be in heat....but oh it certainly felt like it as she grinned, the mix of their sloppy drool still hanging on her lips and on her chin as she turned, and moved to sit - rolling her body from top down, arching her back to end with her ass, freshly marked with a bit of red from the spank, before sitting back on that invited lap. She made sure to wriggle her bum against that newly-exposed shaft, nestling it between her cheeks. It wouldn't do to have it flaccid.

 

"Explore away~"

 

 Holly Cameltoe moves in without a second thought once she began to grind those hips down and back, neck assaulted by wandering muzzle, skin scraped against by heated puffs of humid breath. Hands explore her frame, easing her back into the fuzzy cushion that is her chest, hairs tickling while nipples dig firmly into her back. One palm finds her diminutive chest, clasping around a supple bud and groping with unreserved hunger. That clenching palm only serves to make the modest mound bulge out for fingers to vainly dig into, more like a full handed pinch than an actual grope or knead. Sometimes digits simply find a nipple, flattening it inbetween their grip and tugging with steady, consistent little yanks that bring them to the edge of their elasticity, only to tweak and roll them afterwards. "Mh.. So pretty...~ If only I could keep you like this..." Her other hand grazes down the Hunter's stomach, following the slender expanse with a surprisingly tender touch. Fingers dip into her navel as they pass, poking and prodding while palm settles a bit lower, pressing down right beneath to clench and push, pressuring that hidden sanctum while a needy growl escapes."A lovely thing like you shouldn't be struggling to survive... You should be with some lover, starting a family~" Even while she speaks, her lips tickle and plant down inbetween words. Tongue starts to slowly roll up and down after she finishes, lying flat on the pale flesh of that woman's shoulder only to drag upwards, following the curve of her throat and only ending at the beginning of her jaw like, sometimes followed up by the flat, broad expanse of teeth gnawing and nipping down. Her cock is hot, almost as if it would sear against the flesh if she stayed still for too long, thrumming in delight and spilling hot globs of anticipation against the girl's back. It's gooey, like molasses or caramel, and with every subsequent, near pint sized dollop that bubbles out from the tapered crown she has a new, rolling tide that coats her cheeks, spilling down inbetween them to glaze over her anal ring.

 

 Good Hunter closes her eyes and basks in the strange attentions. This was a sordid fantasy come to life, and she intended to make the most of it. Granted, everything was hazy, spinning a bit - even though she'd had no wine or anything like that. But none of that mattered as she wound her arms behind her, finding the roll of the reindeer's hips, thin fingers continuing to run random patterns through the fur while admiring just the raw amount of curve the herm had on her. She bit her lip, a little sigh of delight escaping from her throat as that tongue slipped along her flesh, tasting and teasing her. And at the mention of family, she actually snickered.  "No one wants to start a family with a Hunter...even if we had a place to stay." She gasps as her pert, perked nipples are plucked and pulled, goosebumps rising on her skin as she rolls her hips and clenches behind her, trying to urge on that shaft - hot and musky as it was - to coat more of her behind in that thick, delightful gunk. And then, those fingers between her legs which were already spreading, she'd find smoothness, and folds that were puffed and wanting. Thin, trickles of her desire coating her, spreading along both of their thighs, to mat down onto her fur..~

 

 Holly Cameltoe: "So you aren't opposed?" Muzzle nudges raven locks aside so that teeth can pinch down on earlobe, gnawing rough and thorough with the occasional tug and growl of delight. Fingers tickle against the sodden mound, fur growing soggy and matted while they prod against entrance, roll heavy over clit, press down into swollen mons just to spread lips wide so entrance is put on full display. Her breast is left free for a while, only for her chin to get clasped, holding her steady while Holly continues to whisper hot and heavy into her ear. "Because I'd love to have some sexy, fat assed dear such as yourself to keep me company... And I'm pretty sure your body agrees~" Her cock is fully erect now, and the constant rolling and clenching has it shooting pre up so powerful that it lances near steaming ropes of delight right inbetween those shoulder blades. A few minutes of this continues, nothing but the reindeer groaning wet into the Hunter's ear and abusing her need before she finally stops, retracting her mouth and biting down on her lower lip. Hips buck up from behind the hunter as she stands, wedging those loins inbetween her thighs to allow her to feel that piping heat against her cunt. "Get on the bed, Hunter. Spread your legs for me and I'll show you just how irresistible you are~"

 

 Good Hunter: Had been called a savage nymph before, given her occupation and style....but a deer? That was a new one...not that she was opposed. Hell, she wasn't opposed to any of the attentions - her own hands balling up into fists, clutching onto her to get better leverage, to grind harder against her soon-to-be lover, to feel more of those jets spurting higher, harder against her back...like a coat of pre. She took a perverse pride in that, teasing this creature so. Her legs were spread already, feet tucking back as she alternated between pressing that ass of hers back, and rolling her hips forward against those probing, welcomed fingers, spreading her sex, showing off her delight and need to the room. As for that invitation....well, her body definitely agreed.... "Let's see how long this storm lasts, then~"

 

And then she stood, straddling that shaft, clenching her thighs together to feel their heat combine. She clenched them as tight as she good even while taking that step forward, making sure to drag the whole length of it against her quim, savoring the wet 'schlick' as they parted and she turned again, falling onto her back, ready to smear it all against those sheets as she spread her legs, and gave her best, dusky, 'come hither' stare. "Show me then."

 

 Holly Cameltoe needed this. A low shudder rolls from her when she feels those legs starting to tighten against her, teeth clenching and fingers curling while her body stiffens just like her cock, every inch savored before a heated, shuddering sigh rips from her throat. A fat lance of pre shoots out like a bullet, actually flying a few feet to splatter against the table infront before she turns to watch her current fuck sleeve lowering herself onto the bed, eyes almost glowing with her nigh insatiable hunger. She barely gets through her command before reindeer dick is drape over her stomach with a wet, resounding [b]SWACHLRRP[/b], thrumming and pulsing with some slow, powerful rhythm, pre pooling past her navel. It's over a foot of dick, so wide that her arm could get swallowed at it's thickest part. Hands push heavy into those pale thighs, clenching down to keep them in place while she starts to slowly drag her hips back. "As you wish, my dear Hunter...~" Sweltering, turgid fuck flesh lines up with cock hungry cunt, nudging against clit before pressing firm against entrance, the crown already keeping lips parted and ready for the inevitable spearing. Bed groans as she begins to surge forward, leaning down and looking forward while she revels in the sensation, not stopping till she gets to the thickest, middlemost part on her loins. Of course, lips are stretch thin around it, inner walls are ground and ironed out, and insides are glazed down with pre. But that's not the worst part. She holds it there, and while she'd probably feel the heavy gouts of affection basting her cervix, the reindeer is only edging just shy of actually pushing in to her deepest, simply forcing that dripping sex to revel and remember the sensations of a dick half buried. "First.. Beg."

 

 Good Hunter had been pinned by monsters before, but she'd never had it playful or enjoyable like this. She let out a surprised, encouraging gasp when suddenly she was underneath, and that hot, huge prick was resting on her. She wriggled a bit, trying to influence the flow of that growing puddle on her trim tummy before it was dragged down. As she wished? Oh she wished for this. Between that taste, all that she'd swallowed, she wad salivating hungrily for this. Her body ached and pined for it, feeling suddenly so very empty...but not for long. THat dragging against her pleasure button, that hooded little thing sent fire through her veins, and only once when their sexes met did she briefly consider the possibility of it not all fitting within her.

 

She was so happy to be wrong.

 

She bucked in ecstasy as it pressed into her, her heat, her delight clenching around that reindeer prick within her, everything stretched oh so much! She dug her fingers hard into the sheets, her hips in the air, ass just an inch or so above the sheets as more and more pressed into her...but it wasn't enough! Oh no...she needed all of it. She felt the gouts, the spurts of bliss pouring into her...but not far enough! She wanted to hear her beg? She wasn't proud....she was just a woman in need.

 

"Please~! Nnghh...Please fill me....Mmph...Fuck me~! Nngh..I need it...give me a reason to stay~!"

 

 Holly Cameltoe: Lips slowly curve back into a lecherous grin, hands clamping down roughly till meaty thigh flesh is spilling between fingers. Her eyes close as, with only an inch or so removed in order to make sure she had ample power, she slams in to the hilt, causing a shuddering thud as the bed is made to scoot across the paneling against the wall, the muffled impact of fur on flesh swallowed by the deafening sound. Her cervix is carelessly plundered, womb reshaped around the pointed end of her rod and body bulged out around the immensity of her girth. There's no give. The weight of that reindeer keeps the poor woman pinned, and no amount of squirming or thrashing can dislodge her grip. For those fated seconds, the Hunter is forced to bear the immensity of that pole, forced to have her cunt re shaped and sculpted around the hammering pace of her veins, forced to accept pint after pint of bubbling pre snot, forced to either stare up at the might stagwoman claiming her so utterly or watch her stomach deform around that very same being's cock. Balls rest heavy against her rear, helping to wipe up the excess fluids slowly oozing out of her loins and down the crack of her rear, growing soggy and fragrant as time passes. "Yesss~" Hooves stamp against the ground a bit as involuntary spasms of pleasure ripple through her thighs before she begins to draw back again. Her womb is left to rest, for a few seconds, glossy anticipation dribbling down onto the sheets below before she slams back in once again, groaning from the difference between the admittedly heated air and sensuous warmth of a living being. That pace? It never falters. Pump after pump, slam after pelvis straining slam is used to train that pussy, the obstinate rigidity of that cock forcing womb to learn to accept or be broken, forcing walls to clench or get tenderized, forcing organs to move or get pummeled. Her breasts jostle and bounce with every purposeful movement, drool slowly escaping her mouth as she continues to pant out.

 

 Good Hunter felt like an explorer finding an entirely new world. Something new, fascinating and just...BETTER than anything she'd ever had before! The cock spearing her...she'd had partners before but never so...large, so thick, so...raw! Her eyes rolled up toward the back of her head as she tried to arch but was pinned completely. She was stretched more than she'd ever been before, whole body now wrapping around that cock that had just torn past all of her defenses and was hammering at the very core of her! The back of her womb was only just the stopping point as she became little more than a living, writhing, moaning cocksock for her new lover. She glanced down at her pale form, seeing her stomach absolutely distend and bulge out around the raw girth that was hammering into her. Things shifted, room was made, and trained she would be. She was supposed to be 'flexible' after all! Still, she fell almost limp as she listened to the melody of their bodies SLAMMING together, of the hot, wonderful sensation of Holly's sac bouncing against her! She couldn't just lay still, of course. That wasn't fair even all of her priorities were shifting. She groaned and reached up, panting and writhing, to wrap her hands around her lover - at least she tried. She couldn't reach much past those bouncing breasts, so much larger than her own, to grope and jostle, teasing and tugging at them, emulating the same attention that was paid to her. But there was so much more to play with~

 

 

 Holly Cameltoe: Thrusts continue to rain down like this for quite a while, seconds spilling into minutes, minutes dragging on for what seems like an endless amount of time. It's not long before the reindeer is actually pressed against the girl, allowing fat tits to completely swallow those wandering fingers, the heavy beat of her heart managing to push through while chest flattens against chest. Her body constantly grazes and tickles against the Hunter's, her mouth only inches away from hers, hips now taking the time to sway, roll and shimmy whenever dick is once again pushed crude into her depths. "Mh... That's right. Get used to this, Hunter." Her voice rattles about in the woman's ear inbetween groans and thuds. Dick begins to thrum wildly and heavy, base starts to feel a bit more uncaring with every little pulsation till it's noticeably thicker than before, baseball swelling into softball, then into nearly a volley ball of arousal. "It'll be your place soon. Underneath me. Pleasing me. Cumming for me..~" A strained, unladylike bray rolls from her soon, body slamming down particularly hard to force knot in, inch after inch. [b]THWUMP[/b] First it's barely the outermost swell. [b]SCHHRRLP[/b]Then she's getting close to half way. [b]SCHHLLLOOOOP[/b] The halfway mark brings difficulty, unable to draw out for proper leverage, yet still so achingly close that the reindeer doesn't even care. Her ruts are shortened and hastened because of it, gentle pumps and nudges coming one after another before, finally, she forces the Hunter to accept that entire bulb, trapping it inside of her and sealing off any escape. Sheath tickles against clit, balls churn and slosh. The trembling body above barely holds herself up, and lips are starting to part once more. "When I cum in you, you'll be [b]mine[/b]"

 

 Good Hunter: This rutting,t his bestial, raw, magnificent thing - it isn't love making. This is [b]fucking[/b] plain and simple. Every wet slosh of their bodies together urged her on. With Holly sinking down against her, she wrapped her arms around her furred partner, holding on for Deer life (sorry not sorry) as the thrusts continued to stretch and mold her. Her cunt, for lack of a better word, was ruined for any human partner. Even with healing, there was no going back after a rutting like this! She groaned and mewled sweet, lusty noises as she felt her chest eclipsed by Holly's swollen titflesh, thinking with an internal giggle that it was like being shagged by a carpet. But...that was before...

 

The Knot.

 

She thought she'd been stretched. She thought she'd been pulled as far as she could. BUt that was before IT was cramming its way into her, blocking off escape, locking into her. Her sapphire eyes bulged out and her mouth shot into a perfect O as the massive bulb worked its way in, stretching her poor lips and working into her slightly loosened channel. And being claimed? Being made hers? Feeling this...this FULL going forward? In her addled mind, she could only respond one way:

 

"Good~!"

 

 Holly Cameltoe lets out a gentle groan, rising into harsh gasps and moans of ecstasy to counter the whorish visage of her pet. never once ceasing that humping, battering into her Hunter's deepest sanctuary with a relentless, cruel ferocity only softened by the lack of complete mobility she has in the situation. Minty breath fills the air around them, fuzzy hands almost leaving trails of bruised flesh against her thighs, eyes growing hazy as pleasure overtakes him and heart hammering in her chest, the convulsing of that love tunnel around that cock keeping her in a constant state of edged bliss. A particularly pleasurable squeeze sends her over, a subtle shimmy of her hips given as slight warning, huffing and groaning in delight while his climax begins to take her. Steaming nut sludge shoots out in heavy slugs that punch against the back of her womb and slosh about as they settle in that fertile cavity, the first gush enough to easily bloat her three months into term, the next few pearly white, tar thick bombshells only increasing that paunch almost comically fast. Every virile tadpole is felt as it clogs up her fallopian tubes, the frothing, bubbling brew pushing all the way to her ovaries, bathing her eggs in that seed, filling her to complete and utter capacity before the excess just barely manages to trickle out of the edges of cunt around that knot. She can feel balls hiking, rising, tense as rocks and throbbing in delight as they let loose their heavy load, the shuddering reindeer above leaning against her, giving the occasional roll and shift of furred hips just to help urge out the rest of that potent brew.

 

Then it hits her. Something unearthly, unnatural and almost infernally decadent. The fuzz in her head along with the heavy lust in the air seems to light aflame thanks to the boiling heat. Every single nerve begins to tingle, then split as thunderous bliss wracks every inch of her body. It crashes against her brain like a tidal wave, reverberating through her spine so that every subsequent pulse comes down all the more destructively, senses useless. The white hot tide completely snuffs out conscious murmurs, memories even getting swept under the flow till nothing but the necessities remain within her brain. Speech is brought down to strings that only lead her to saying 'Cock', 'Breed' and 'Mistress'. Instincts for battle are snuffed while instincts for copulation is made to flourish and consume all. Even breathing takes a back burner whenever fractured logic decides that getting the mocha furred she stud above off will be impeded upon. Her chest begins to ache as something fills it. Heavy, liquid weight that only denotes the production of milk, flesh made to stretch and form to the new addition while nipples are made plump and inviting, ensuring that they'll be suckled and nursed upon by whoever wishes a taste. Any muscle gained from her adventures turns to pudge, giving her belly a permanent paunch (Though that might only show after seed is processed) and her hips an even more noticeable flare. Even her eyes begin to change, cobalt hues shifting into bright emerald, sclera made rosy red to give her a festive, holiday glare. Her hair billows out from her head, becoming near ass length and tingling with a snow white glint, framing a face made hyper feminine, to the point that lips are bee stung and lashes are at least a few inches long. Ears become pointed and slanted to complete the transformation, leaving her in the spitting image of some holiday elf, save for the obscene curves she now sports.

 

 Good Hunter had never, ever had an experience like that. Then again, this was a night of firsts. Her first night in the north, her first kiss with a nonhuman....her first absolute FUCK with a nonhuman...and now, this? Oh heavens, it was insane! It was intense! It was everything she ever wanted - the hot, rolling, pressurized warmth filling her up and up, spreading from her core and onward. She couldn't see, but she could absolutely feel her stomach rounding out, swelling up to press further against her lover. It shouldn't have been possible but really she too lost in the pleasure to care!

 

Too lost in the pleasure....

 

Lost......Pleasure.....

 

Pleasure............~

 

Things shifted, then. Well, less shifted...drained. Nothing else mattered. Nothing to care about except her Mistress...getting that hot cock, and breeding~! That was what she was for after all! That was why she didn't need muscle: she needed to be soft! She needed to be soft to be fucked and bred! IT was good she was so squishy! She could see it as her eyes changed, batting those thick lashes of hers. Her arms were still thin, but there were so soft, no definition or tone to them. Just pale and doughy!~ It made her giggle for some reason - but wait, she was too busy moaning like a bitch in heat to giggle! But she could try!~ Her toes curled as the transformation took her, turning her into a proper Slutwife for Holly - no - Mistress! Mistress was kind...mistress would fuck her! And she'd get nice and big for mistress...with cum! And others~!

 

 Holly Cameltoe sighs out in delight, constantly pumping wad after virile wad for the better part of 15 minutes, adding inch after inch to the steadily bloating diameter before finally coming to a trickle, slowly deflating as time goes on. Hands begin to loosen, body rises to allow that gravid bulge to wobble and sag as it pleases, only to slightly deflate as dick is forcibly torn from her broken fuck sleeve, a thick splattering of jizm piling up in some pure white pool right at the edge of the bed. "Mh... Good Hunter... or should I say Broodmother now?~" A gentle chuckle escapes from her as she gets into bed, dragging her toy's head down to catch the stream of still dribbling seed in her mouth, settling down for the night and letting out a haggard yawn. The raw stench of their sex continues to clog her nostrils, and she'd probably wake up with an encrusted jizz mask to go with her full womb. As if some crude parody, the puddle of cum on the floor begins to bubble and broil, filling with the warped essence of this world and forming something akin to a blood stain. Akin to it's senior, the puddle shows whoever observes just what happened to the Good Hunter as she lost her old life.

 

 Good Hunter knew her Mistress was saying something, but it was difficult to focus as she rode yet another climax as her Mistress finished cumming into her. She groaned in delight, and in want as the knot began to deflate as the cock was torn, pulled from her! She whined, the noise coming out...adorable as thick, heavy jets of spunk oozed out from her stretched, puffed and abused folds to make an ever bigger mess. But there was praise! Broodmother! Yes, she'd fucked well and taken lots of cock and was going to be big for mistress! That was all she wanted - well, that and more fucking! She giggled as her head was guided down, tresses of her now shining, white hair fell about while her plumpened lips parted and she eagerly started to lick up and suckle what seed she could get, making a complete mess of herself...but, that was what MIstress wanted! Inhaling the musk from its source and letting it cement her place. And only once that cock was clean and ready to return to its sheathe, did the Good wHore crawl up and cradle herself next to the reindeer, grinning widely but sleepily, draping one plump leg over hers and neslting her bloated belly right up against that warm fur....

 

She hoped spring never came!