The Party Girl vs. The (Under)World [Lost Girl]

	You stash all your materials and various doodads in your piggy bank. Pretty spacious for something that only has a slot for quarters. You pick up a few potions, notably of the Spelunker, Dangersense and Shine variety, and prepare to head out to the caves when-
	"Where're you headed,"- A sing-songy voice makes itself known from behind a corner, revealing itself to be- "... Pardner?"
	The Party Girl, in full cowboy wear. It looks like a cowboy outfit, I guess. She wore tight shotgun chaps, high boots, a somewhat appropriate brown leather jacket and a cowboy hat that didn't even attempt to hide all the hair. Instead, it just rested atop all the fluffy pink hair as if it had no weight. The Party Girl did take care to tie the hat strings underneath her chin, though. She looked utterly ridiculous.
	"The travelling merchant had a special sale!"
	Oh, right. Next month's supposed to be Pirate day, too. The one thing she didn't hide all to well was, of course, her crotch. Suspended from a thick belt that kept her crotchless chaps held cozily against her hips is a rudimentary leather loin cloth with frayed edges and purple hearts embossed all over it. It reaches half way down to the floor. You stare at it for a while, noticing the very slight tent.
	"D'ya like it? I made it all by me-self!" Your eyes dash up to the Party Girl's beaming smile - stopping for a little while at her completely exposed navel and a tiny hint of underboob (couldn't she have bought a slightly larger size?) - and compliment her on a job well done. Great. It looks great. Yeah.
	"Thanks!" She energetically bounces past you and jumps right on the rope down the hellevator before you can stop her.
	"Whaaaat? Can't I go on an adventure with my most favorite of party friends?" She flashes you the puppy eyes. Intense ones, too. Goddamn, you'd swear she's a seductress if she weren't such an airhead. Maybe that's part of the act - she's got you twirled around her finger and you don't know a single thing.
	"Double thanks! WEEEEeeee~"

	~ Three Hours Later ~

	The caverns be a spooky place. Or annoying, especially when you're trying to dig more of your hellevator. Thankfully, you have a busty, spunky friend to assist you by... distracting all the enemies, actually. She's got a short ranged unique flail that's not all too bad. You gave her an enchanted boomerang, too. She's having a little too much fun cropping stalactites and bouncing all over the place.
	"Whee-crack-eeee! Whoooo-splinter-sh!" She took time to call out every single crack, slice and splinter, too. She's like an overeager kid with daddy issues at a porcelain art expo. She keeps the bats away, at least. So you keep digging away, occasionally calling out to her to get the fuck back down here. You're halfway down the cavern layer when you hear silence. Then, after five seconds, there's a prolonged "Ooooh, who's thaaaat?" whispered into your ear as you're spun around to face the way she's pointing.

	On a rocky ledge there stands a barefoot young girl with... teary eyes? Stark naked with nothing but her long hair covering her nipples, but not at all covering her nethers. You hear a rustle of cloth as the Party Girl gets briefly excited before settling back down.
	"Shouldn't we help her?"
	Probably. You make to grapple over to the girl, but the Party Girl effortlessly bounces over to the girl like she's got an embedded pair of red balloons.
	"Hiya! I'm Trixy! Who are you?" The Party Girl's idea of 'help' is, of course, to immediately make acquaintance. She leans in and offers a hand to the lost-looking girl only to be met with a chilling hiss as the girl lunges at her. The Party Girl yelps and topples to the ground with lost girl on top, snarling and scratching in an almost animalistic way. They roll around the smooth rock floor for a while before Trixy can pin her down with her weight.
	"That's very rude of you, little miss!" She scolds the still hissing girl, restraining her thrashing hands against the cold floor while she sits on her kicking legs, "Stop it! I can't help you if you keep hissing at me!" But she didn't stop. The Party Girl's eyes start wandering, though. She looks over the girl's breasts, each barely a handful; and over her exposed, virginal crotch and can't help but feel her loins fire up.
	"If you can't behave, then I'll have to punish you!" You watch from afar as the Party Girl awkwardly tries to line up with the girl's entrance, her half (one third, really) mast prick awkwardly flopping against her crotch. The Party Girl lulls out her tongue in concentration as she tries to hit her mark over and over and fails. So she gives up, "Aaaany moment now..." She presses her body down against the girl, pinning her arms with her own. You see her lift her ass up - with everything on display, considering her 'loincloth' only covers the front - and grasp her shaft with both hands as she presses the flare against the girl. It's not too big currently, although it won't go without some stretching. But you know first hand just how huge it can get, so this ought to be interesting.
	"There we go~!" You see the girl tense up and grow quiet as the Party Girl slides right in. Her thrashing's stopped and she's gone right stiff. Now that she no longer has to restrain her the Party Girl sits back up, holding herself up while groping at the girl's breasts.
	"Now listen carefully," She spreads the girl's legs apart as she slowly comes to hilt inside her, booping against her cervix as she speaks, "Don't attack strangers just because they try to be nice, understand?" She thrusts into her hard with the question mark, her cock engorging just a few inches more as she hits the girl's cervix once again. You watch as the girl jumps a little, eliciting a quiet 'hnnn-' each time the Party Girl hilts. She isn't as stiff anymore, apparently getting used to the Party Girl's size enough to even enjoy it a little - you see her legs go lax and her toes curl.

	"Are you listening?!" She isn't. The Party Girl frowns at her, then somewhat daintily slaps the girl right across her cheek. Her skin turns green and her hands almost manage to scratch the Party Girl's back before she slams her meat back into her harder, this time producing a deep moan from the girl.
	"Good." Trixy resumes kneading at the girl's small breasts, grinding her enormous cock into her from side to side. You watch with mounting arousal as the girl bulges out more and more with each thrust, inch by inch taking more and more of the Party Girl.
	"Now, tell me, why'd you have to scratch me?" The Party Girl leans in close to her face, peering one accusing eye at her while she gyrates her hips into her. Trixy's cowboy hat miraculously stays on her head. But the girl doesn't respond, only issuing little aroused noises and watching Trixy's face half-lidded.
	"Answer me!" Trixy yells at her, making her jump. The girl presses her legs against the Party Girl's sides and gulps before a raspy, husky voice responds, "I-I don't... k-know."
	"You don't know, huh?" The Party Girl stops thrusting entirely, instead grinding her huge cock around the girl's insides in wide circles while she interrogates her, "What kind of an answer is that? Now, repeat after me," Trixy keeps her face real close to the girl's, her warm breath being nearly all she breathes with that strangely accusing ball of pink and horsecock just an inch or two away, " 'I won't attack random strangers in the dark, dank caves every again.' "
	The Party Girl pumps a little into the girl as she mouths the words, distending her cervix so far with her incredible length. "What was that? I can't heaaaar youuuu~!"
	"I-I won't attack r-random strangers in the dank, dark caves ever a-again!"
	"Other way around, sweetie. Try it again." The Party Girl squeezes the girl's teats between her fingers as she slams her fully erect horsecock against her poor, poor womb entrance as punishment.
	"Iwon'tattackrandomstrangersinthedarkdankcaveseveragain-aahhhh~!" She must've came. Hard to see.
	"Good enough! I'm proud of you!" The Party Girl returns to a normal, cervix-mashing rhythm as the girl wraps her bare legs around her back and squeezes her wrists, "Now I'll leave you with a little present to remember me and this lesson by, okay?" The Party Girl giggles before leaning all the way in and kissing the girl deeply. Her thrusts become thunderous, her enormous cock like a sledgehammer to the paper wall of the girl's nethers. Then, when their tongues are finally entwined, she bottoms out inside her, finally hilting all the way as her leather chaps press down onto the girl and her thick sheath sticks to the girl's incredibly stretched lips with perspiration. Her cock throbs wildly and she mashes it around inside her a few times before finally aligning her urethra with the girl's cervix, still miraculously holding against the onslaught even though it's a good foot away from where it ought to be. Organs rearranging, all that. Lost girls must be really stretchy.
	And then, finally, like the roar of an undammed river, the Party Girl cums. You hear a loud *gluck, gluck, gluck* from somewhere, be it her gigantic balls unleashing all that matter at once, or her urethra pushing it into the girl as fast as possible, or her abused womb struggling to take any amount of it. It might be all of it. But it's loud, and you can't help but mash your thighs together at the sound combined with their sloppy kissing. There's a growing bulge on the girl's belly as her womb floods with the Party Girl's swimmers, her ovaries no doubt teeming with the things within moments. It's hard to imagine the lost girl wouldn't be left with something to remember Trixy by after this encounter. There's enough of it for the leftovers to get flushed out of the girl, dripping to the ground between the Party Girl's legs in thick, ropy clumps.
	After half a minute of intense *gluck*ing, it all seems to subside and the Party Girl reaches a hand back and squeezes her own nuts, mashing hard into the girl one more final time with the last *gluck* *gluck*. The Party Girl's spent all she had into the girl. Maybe.
	The girl's a mess, panting and heaving, her belly stretched by combination of horsecock and horsecum and horseplay that'd end a lesser man. She's even more of a mess as the Party Girl pulls out of her and leaves her dribbling.

	The Party Girl stands back up, loincloth not even attempting to hide the floppy, cum-covered mast of her cock. She pats herself off before hopping over to you. You watch her messy cock wobble as she stills herself in front of you, thinking that it really deserves a good cleaning. It's even dripping.
	"Can we keep her?"
We have to, don't we?
	"Yes."
She'll respawn at the base if she wants to.
	"Oh."

	You leave the girl be, a used mess on the cave floor. But you leave with your lower armor stained with your own female fluids.