 Ami Mallette is soon back in front of Holly, his ruined, cum-soaked form on its hands and knees in front of her, his eyes wide and desperate and his lips already parted as he stares up at her with the purest look of lustful need on his face.

 Holly Cameltoe doesn't bother with any sort of clothing this time around. She's stark naked, and the full expanse of her fuzzy frame is on display for him, lazily seated in some massive, plush red chair. She's mighty, easily filling out that chair and boasting some impressive that she's sure he's acquainted with now. A layer of fat does cover whatever power she might have hidden beneath her fur and hide though, leaving her as a nearly smooth expanse of sex crazed shestag with eyes trained on the cum junkie at her hooves. Head swallowing breasts heave with every breath, those sumptuous mounds sporting already primed nipples and broad, chocolate areola that just barely pebble up at the moment. Any little movement causes them to jiggle just slightly, and with how heavy they sag against her torso, it's obvious they produce some sort of bounty despite her obvious lack of pregnancy. Her stomach is flat, and for her size, just a bit wider than average. Even with that, her hips can only be described as womanly. The curves are waspish compared to her waist, not fully tested by the rigors of childbirth but obviously sporting such fertility that there's no doubt she could pump out some litter of foals with no problem. They lead down into her luscious thighs, which at the moment are spread. It seems her legs are the only exception to the rule of 'smoothness' on her frame, for even the subtlest of twitches causes definition to ripple through as the clench and move. Sculpted by sex and constant copulation, her lower half is some fatless expanse that could easily smother lesser men between them, ensuring that those greater would either be railed relentlessly by a savage pelvis or locked in her embrace as they cum inside. The main event is her cock though. It's not even fully deflated from last time, the knot still some prominent, baseball sized lump and the shaft itself still glazed down with the gooey remnants of white she shot within him. A broad palm reaches down, slender fingers coiling around her girth for a slow, steady squeeze that pushes up another pearl sized wad out from the tapered crown, her needy syringe already convulsing so powerfully in her grasp that he can spy her grip having to loosen and shift because of it. Nuts rest heavy beneath, settling down on the upholstery like boulders and matted from front to back by both her climaxes. They're almost encrusted in jizm, and though they just got finished dumping such a mighty burden down Ami's through, one could swear they look even fuller than before, the tell tale churning of lust ringing out through the air. She uses her spare hand to pat on her thigh while she narrows her lids, that broad python she calls a tongue grazing over her muzzle before she speaks. "Get your ass in my lap. Now. Lets see just how good of a slut you are...~" 

 Ami Mallette was, by contrast, absolutely the opposite. There was no muscle to speak of visible in his frame, the lithe, feminine form he sported despite his biological sex still sporting a layer of fat casting a pleasantly soft and malleable image for the reindeer's eye. She was huge, a woman rippling with masculine virility, and he was tiny, clad in form-fitting clothing fit for a streetwalking prostitute. Unlike the streetwalker, he had no need for money to be instantly coaxed up onto the shestag's lap, though he did offer her hooves brief glances complete with a licking of his own lips. He had no cleaned up, at all, from before - his makeup still smeared across his face in the streaks her cum spurting from his nose and his tears trailing from his eyes had left, and his stomach was still showing signs of her cement-like sperm still coating its insides and stretching it out uncomfortably. If it wasn't for the fact his microskirt had been torn asunder by another's sexual need earlier in the evening, he would have looked like another girl haplessly knocked up by the massive beast before him. His booted knees pressed onto the seat on either side of her lap, his slender, curvy form twisting in serpentine motions as he straddled her thighs and brushed his bared undercarriage and ridiculously tiny package against her hardening mast, and his glove-covered arms wrap loosely about her shoulders. He was settling in for the long haul, his face already pushing itself into the crook of her neck while he undulates his body in quick, desperate grinds against her cock's length. Her tip catches against the stretched out pussy he called his asshole with every other roll of his hips, and the tiny, almost nonexistent breasts pushing through his tight tube top smoosh against her own massive pair, his nipple piercings making their presence known very, very well against her flesh. "Ohgodyesplease I need this, I need this so badly, I need to be your bitch meat, I need it, I needitneeditneedit..." he practically hyperventilates against her neck, whining as he finally pulls back to stare over his slight shoulder, down past his slapped and shining asscheeks. He reaches for her cock with a hand, the other still grabbing tightly at the back of her neck, and he chews on his lip while pulling on her cock and lifting his ass up as high as he can, just to aim that cockhead right into his moneymaker. Despite the stretching he'd gotten earlier in the evening, her cock was still much thicker than his body was comfortable with taking, stretching his sphincter out wide and forcing a look of lust-tinged discomfort across his face. He groans, panting like he's having trouble breathing, while letting his tender little body sink down against her length, the cum from before offering some form of lubrication, but the going still torturously slow with only gravity's effects helping him sink inch after inch of that tremendous firehose up into the vise-like grip of his warm, velvet-lined asshole. "Nnng~ So... thick," he moans through his teeth, his fingers digging into the back of her neck from the way his entire body tensed against her entrance. "...S-... So good..."

 Holly Cameltoechuckles softly at his need, not wasting any time in watching him flounder for the dick he so craved. Hands move away from her cock the instant he grabs on, arms folding behind her head so she could properly enjoy the sensation of that ass starting to slowly sink down on her. "That's it fuck meat. Get that ass down to the base..." While she may have been half hard before, the sensation of his intestines clenching down coaxes her into full erectness in moments. Her seed can barely be classified as lube, more like some added layer of padding and pressure forcibly stuffed inside his bowels and now stirred up by the constant thrumming coming from her shaft. If there's any solace, the semi solid tide of off white is broken up by the pre that begins to pump out, though that only means something more akin to liquid would be sloshing around inside of him now. "I want that shitter molded to me by the end of the night bitch, and I dont want to hear a damn word of complaining after we're done...~" She throbs like some living vein within him, some powerful expansion and retracting that borderlines assault with how ruthless it beats against his inner walls. Just when it feels like a few inches of that breadth is relieved from him, it expands near immediately again, slamming against her surroundings and only tenderizing his muscles even more, forcing them either to subdue or tear against her assault. Veins are damn near as wide as thumbs in some portions of her length, and while the steady beating of that heated spire gives him a thorough stretching on it's own, those blood tunnels help to tickle against the more sensitive clusters of nerves. The sear their shapes into his inner walls, ironing out the wrinkles and adding to the pressure she gives. One even manages to hammer against his prostate for a while, though the constant lowering of his cunt means that he'll have to make it a few more inches before the next cluster pounds against his bitch button. Her body is just as soft as it looks for the most part, and he finds a pretty delicate resting spot in the crook of her neck. Her nipples drag against his tubetob tough, and the constant mashing of his chest against hers causes a bit of her bounty to spill out from those over active ducts. It smells sweet, just a bit tangy from some alcoholic content and fills the air along with the raw stench of sodomy, rolling down like some cream against his already soiled flesh. "Dont rest on me now, faggot. If you're gonna lean against me, you'd better make sure not to make even more of a mess on my fur...~" A little sneer finds him as she just barely turns her head, sucking in through her teeth on the grip against her neck and just barely jerking her hips upwards because of it. The thickest portion of her length starts to pry against his back door, and no amount of natural lube helps to ease the almost arid, scraping pain of the bulk of her inches pushing up into him.

 Ami Mallette was too far along now to back out just because of some anal pain, but it was clear from the way his slender form twisted and shuddered against her, the way his open mouth let pant after hot, tortured pant waft against her throat in humid, tortured waves, that there was a lot of it. A lot of it. "Yes'm," he gasps into her throat, his free hand now at her chest and fingers curled tightly in her fur while he clamped his knees about her hips, like he was holding on for dear life. His ass rolls back and forth, bouncing up and down, trying to help her cock force his asshole wider and wider just to make it easier for her to slip inside. Her pre dribbles back down her length, sloughing off measures of her hardened, gelid spunk from the hour before to coat her length in the viscous, raunchy stench of her virile musk. Her thrusts made him jolt against her, tears forced from his water eyes and sobs accompanying his moans and gasped grunts of exertion. It really, truly felt like she was tearing his backdoor up with her girth alone, each pulse of blood through her thick veins sending shocks of pain through his slut gland and up his spine. His inner walls felt like they were scraping sandpaper, and the sensation came through in the wet, ragged groans and weeping coughs he pushed into her fur. "So big... too big..." he mewls against her, his voice a broken, feminine whisper that spoke words directly contradicting his actions. Even as he protested, he pushed himself down, taking in inch after inch of her thickest section, no matter how slowly he had to go, and no matter how painfully it had to be when she wouldn't let him take it slowly. His legs felt like they were actually shifting apart, his hips displacing around her massive girth, before, several agonizing minutes later, his asscheeks finally planted their soft, cushiony surface down against her thick, muscular thighs. It was starting to seem to him like she was actually out to physical break him apart... but that only egged him on through the tears and the pain. Even as he whimpered against her collar, his arms wrapped tightly around her in a life-or-death embrace, he tilted his head down to stare at where his legs met hers... and tugged against her, rolling his ass back up to clap it back down over the barest inch, his asscheeks wobbling wildly from the energy while his body twisted and jolted in agony from the spark of pain shooting straight from his asshole to the base of his brain.

 Holly Cameltoe: A lurid sigh is wretched from her throat when he finally settles down, hands finally moving to clasp against him, scarlet red eyes staring down into his. "Oho, you made it~" As if it were a sign of affection, she rears one palm back high, only to smack down right into a wobbling globe with a resounding crack. The impact is enough to scoot him forward an inch or so in the midst of his rolling, something that's rectified near immediately by a subtle shift of her hips, making sure he's right back down against him not a second afterwards. "Mh... If I don't mince your guts up, you'll make a fine little cock cozy..."  Hands move again, but for some reason they're gentle. She's exploring his pale cheeks, taking hungry handfuls of ass flesh at a time and dragging her furred palms against his rear tentatively. Sometimes she simply spreads them wide, delighting in making them jiggle and quake within her grasp, only to quell them with mighty squeezes afterwards. Sometimes she makes sport of mauling them, digging in so rough that the nails she has scrapes and drags against flesh, excess fat bulged out inbetween digits and palm overflowing as she sinks them in. Sometimes she simply hefts the shelf of wobbling ass upwards, of course dragging him along for the ride before letting gravity slowly send those mighty globes settling back down into her lap. She alternates through those again and again, eventually huffing out and grunting just slightly as she continues to indulge in her obsession, tongue spilling out from her muzzle and dribbling some syrup thick drool against his face while she uses him.  Eventually, she shifts her grip down to his thighs and, without much care for his well being, actually starts to lift and drop him proper. He can feel his insides being tugged along by the sphincter straining spear, each little heft giving a bit more strain to his insides before getting stuffed full again, pushing muscles to their limit. "Hrmh... Bet you wished that you stayed with your own race, huh?~" Every little vein catches on some wrinkle or crevice, another leverage forged by her throbbing for her to drag out another pink inch of intestines out before she pushes back in, once again straining pelvis, hips and joints with her cervine pillar. It doesn't take long for the soft, barely there thuds of fur against flesh to ring out, and if those legs weren't tingling already, the steadily increasing pace was sure to make something of an impact on him. Seed is churned up like butter, jabbed and congealed, loosened and semi solidified over and over while organs are pushed and jabbed at by the crown of her loins. 

 Ami Mallette squirmed against her, grateful for the reprieve from the rasping, burning pain of dealing with her oversized cock grinding against his barely-protected internal walls for the pleasure of her groping hands assaulting and manhandling his plush, wobbling tush between dull throbs of manageable discomfort from his overstretched sphincter simply trying to acclimate itself to her standstill girth. He shudders against each slap, his body jumping slightly against the assault, and he tenses up against her fingers whenever she digs them firmly into his soft flesh, the meat and fat dimpling around her digit's tips while she just does whatever she feels like with his pliant, feminine form. He's gasping into her neck, his hands roaming along her shoulders and chest, before she begins to really start using him. He squeals against the first drop of his ass down into her lap, his head pulling back from her neck to allow his entire spine to go straight and solid. His eyes are wide open, pointed upward, and his mouth follows suit to let out strained, choked groans and squeaks of pain each and every time she jams her throbbing, ass-busting girth past his bouncing, abused asscheeks again and again. He had never experienced this kind of sensation before. It felt like she was actually hooking onto his insides with her cocktip. It felt like she was prying things loose with the suction of her cock inside his stretched out pussy. He was tingling everywhere below his waist, each and every crash of his ass against her lap only making it explode into a shock of pins and needles in his toes and heels. He grabbed at her thighs for a brace, his head rolling about each time he bounced on her lap, worrisome, internal noises beginning to grow with the sounds of flesh slapping against fur. His chest was heaving, his breathing growing more panicked than lustful... and she was probably aware of the sensation of a fluid that wasn't cum or pre beginning to trickle down her cock length and soak into her lap. "N-no, wait, you're... nnnh... ahn... ah! Ah! Ah! N-no! W-wait! St-stop!" he pipes up finally, in a weak voice, his body dipping forward and his hands gripping her shoulders tightly, while they found the fastest, hardest rhythm she'd done yet. His hips were in agony, it felt like she was breaking something down there. He was losing feeling in his feet. "T-too fast! Too... nnnnnaaaahh!"

 Holly Cameltoe: "Shut your mouth, bitch meat~" She's working at a steady pace now, and every little rise upwards becomes even more of an ordeal with her making her strokes fuller, much more satisfying. The trickle against her shaft seals it though. She's breaking him, and as more of that crimson lube spills out, he becomes intimately aware of the salty globs of pre spunk gushing out within him, searing against his wounds while she continues to bounce him on her lap. She's even managed to drag him up past the halfway mark with her lifting, allowing her to efficiently bust that sphincter wide open with every savage pound. "You came crawling to me for this." Hips begin to work now, the marble hard expanse of those muscled thighs crashing up against the underside of his own, helping to throttle dick within him, rapidly tearing synapses, ligaments and bone with every little movement, balls crudely smacking against his ass to help remind him of the pain while his lower half is destroyed. "You thought that some human was enough to prepare you for an animal and offered your throat up for grabs..~" Another solid thrust ends the sudden burst of energy, embedding herself fully within him and letting that bloody tract get intimately acquainted with a steadily swelling knot. "Even then, you were stupid enough to goad me into taking your ass... So I'm not gonna hear any of your complaining~" With no shortage of strength, she props herself up on her hooves, sinking some hidden inches of cock in him, forcing his body to cling to hers while steadily turning about, only to pin him down against the chair with her hands right beside his head. "You're gonna get the cock you thought you could handle." She drags out again, but now it's cumbersome. The anchor that is her knot makes even the slightest movements an ordeal, what was once a baseball sized lump now once again swelling into it's melon sized glory. When she finally does pull it out, it's accompanied by the gut churning SCHLLLRRRRP of intestinal distress, some bloodied rose formed from flesh clinging to tightly to flesh, leaking some scarlet nectar comprised of life and anticipation that's so congealing that it slinks down from her groin in mighty webs, further marring his pale skin. "And you're gonna take..." A rough shove, and nothing. Her knot was too big now, and what's left of his pelvis bars entry from her assault, only allowing her shaft to jab into him. "[b]EVERY[/b]" Another working of her hips, back arching and hips slamming down with enough force to dig that chair a bit more into the wood paneling. The sharp scrape of it against the ground is only beat out by the dull thud that comes from her knot impacting him once again.  "INCH~".

Cumming. It's a word that normally denotes the act of her breeding sluts. Now it was used as a faint little description of her balls working into a frenzied overtime to produce as much as she receives. Guided by pleasure alone, her body uses any energy not used to keep her dick hard, keep that pussy wet and keep her from dying to produce seed and funnel it out. By now, her dick is a grotesque monster of it's former self. Veins line nearly every inch. Knot is actually a full watermelon sized swell inside the poor whore's rectum. Jizz slit is now some sultry O that seems to get gaped by the intense pressure rippling through. Jizm fountains out, the first of it so dense, so powerfully released, so congealing that it actually pierces the skank's stomach before splattering in some odd angle against his stomach lining it's almost like liquid cement, and it rushes out in hurried quarts that only makes the comparison deadly accurate. Intestines are bloated in no time, organs force to once again rearrange as the mighty clog of her cum begins to bubble up into stomach. Acids are suppressed, snuffed out completely and made into nothing but broth for the mighty soup boiling up in the pale skinned jizz trough's gut. It's not long till he's swollen again, though now there's only seconds past him being only slightly bloated and 9 months along with quintuplets. 5 seconds? Her windpipe is starting to get seeded as well. He can feel every over active, over sized, hyper charged tadpole squirming against spongey flesh, clogging up throat, filling lungs and clogging sinuses before, finally, his mouth is subjected to the taste. It's bitter, tinged with a sharp, metallic tang that only denotes blood and a bit of savory saltiness that denotes the last of her pre being pushed out. What makes it worse is that, even with all that jizm being fountained out, she doesn't even seem to be ready to slow. 30 seconds? A travesty. She's still cumming, but at this point it's wasted on the boy. His throat is already so densely packed that it might as well be another layer to his skin at this point, some amazing, spontaneous evolution wrought from utter cumsluttery and complete disregard for the limits of human body. As if the first marking hours ago wasn't enough, now he was being stained the opposite way out. Even if he washed for weeks on end, that horrid stench, that foul presence of rut and breed wouldn't even begin to pale. It could hardly be considered an orgasm at that point. Just her claiming her property, marking some pathetic excuse for dick meat down with the stench of animal. Making sure that he stunk so thoroughly of semen that noses from miles would know that he's nothing but a chewtoy for the superior species. And of course, just like before, this carries on for a quarter of an hour. Unlike last time though, there's no backlash, any sort of nutsludge that might have back flowed out promptly stopped by her knot.

 Ami Mallette's asshole could only be described as completely blown out. Destroyed. Ruined. The sphincter had finally reached its limit and ripped asunder, and the walls within had followed suit. The pop and tear of his flesh was preceded by a much meatier, much more internal sound of ripping, a crunchy sundering that caused him to scream out in abject terror and pain before, with his body bent up sharply under hers, his hands pawing weakly at the chair backing and her shoulders, his legs gave out one final twitch before going completely limp and lifeless. He was left gasping and panting underneath her, staring up at her with wide, shocked eyes while she drilled down into his torn-up, bloody cunt, and the only motions he makes then are gasps and heaves of his chest against the pain dying down into dull throbs... before the pre brings it back to a searing burn travelling all the way up his belly. He couldn't feel anything below his waist, but he could definitely feel the salt in the grievous wounds her cockhead left above that point. He was sobbing under her, pushing against her shoulders weakly, while his legs flopped without vigor or sensation about in the air on either side of her body. It was only when she finally knotted him, jamming the oversized organs into his broken ass and past his shattered pelvis with a splash of crimson against both of their bodies, that he finally let his hands fall back down. He gasped through the climax flooding him up, his head tilting back for a loud, agonized moan while his stomach bloated up visibly like a balloon. The mudslide didn't say there, not for long... he could taste it long before it came out, his sobs and moans turning into wet, blocked-up gurgles as blood-mixed cum began pouring out from his open mouth and through his nostrils over a face finally losing the battle to remain conscious in the face of terror and torture. His eyes rolled up into his head, his hands flopped against the cushions on either side of his head, and he finally fell completely limp underneath her. The poor human had let his fetish for beasts lead to his downfall, bent up and crumpled under the visage of natural perfection with his spine severed, his prostate ripped apart, and his pelvis shattered while blood from numerous internal wounds hemorrhaged throughout the fuckcanal she'd drilled into his tiny, feminine form. Bubbles formed in the cum that flowed from his mouth like magma, the thick, rancid, white blanket coating his face completely as it slowly oozed over it like molten magma. Only his lower lip was visible under the mask that coated and dried like sticky cement over his formerly pretty face, only the slightest twitches from his fingers indicating, in any way, that the little abused, broken whore was still alive.

He came crawling for this, that was true. If he survived, that would be the only way he'd be moving from now on.