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I went a little overboard with the 1000 word waiting compensation..
So I hope an extra 2500 is enough to show my apology and aprieciation!

Otis is a young Rat cub that has always dreamt of getting a big cock and gaining more confidence.. This halloween his desires come true.", "writing": "Commission for @Basque\nStory by me: @AeylinFaith\nThumbnail art: @boofingplacebos [smallthumb]3075166[/smallthumb]\n\nIf you have already read part 1 [smallthumb]3608358[/smallthumb]\nSkip to chapter: [b]When one door closes another opens..[/b]\n\n[b]PAGE 19[/b]\n\n\n[b]A night full of Tricks and Treats[/b]\n\"For the last time, you will have to finish your plate before leaving the table Otis!\" Said his father with a stern tone. \"You are lucky your mother lets you go without doing the dishes already so show her some gratitude and finnish your plate.\"\n\nOtis sighed, his long rat tail and shoulders slumping before picking up his fork. He hated broccoli and was far too excited to stuff his face with candy tonight knowing how strict his father is, he'll be lucky if he's even allowed to keep most of the stuff as the old man has a tendency to take it to school and share it around for the class, as if none of them had had the opportunity to acquire their own stash the night before! His father would say that they had enough candy at home and that he was only allowed to have one a day anyway. Luckily his mother would often sneak in some extra ones in his lunchbox as compensation for his father's lack of leniency..\n\nOtis reluctantly picked up a small, soggy broccoli floret with his fork and brought it to his mouth. Closing his eyes as if what he was about to eat was anything but broccoli, trying to will himself to swallow the bitter vegetable. Just as he was about to open his mouth his face scrunched up in distaste as the smell wafted up to his nostrils. His father, seated at the head of the table, watched him with a stern expression, his arms crossed over his chest. Otis's mother, sitting to his right, tried to stifle a sympathetic smile, but her eyes crinkled at the corners as she gazed at her son's unhappy face.\n\nHe made a second attempt, the faster he'd down this the faster he'd get his candy. Perhaps his father would even let him keep some more as a benevolent gesture of aproval if he did so without complaint. This was about the only part of the holliday that Otis didn't enjoy.. He loved Halloween, not just the cosiness of the season but all the various decorations and costumes! Unlike his older brother, he enjoyed dressing up for the occasion and trying to ring as many bells as he could. Each year he would get more ambitious, more successful! Most of it would be eaten before he'd even make it home. Another part he'd stash beneath the bush around the corner to save for later. He accepted that whatever remained in the bag would more likely than not be claimed by his father and he'd be forced to see it be handed out to all his fellow classmates yet he knew coming home empty-handed would draw suspicion so he always made sure to keep a reasonable amount for 'Dad-Tax'.\n\nOtis finished his plate and brought it to the sink, his mother was already washing some as part of the occasion. Usually, the household tasks would be split evenly across the family but his brother would often slack and force Otis to do it for him instead. He hated it but he somehow hoped to earn some sympathy from his brother's girlfriend Nadia. Some day she would speak up about it, right? She overheard them arguing at one point but somewhere mid-sentence the girls' words were muffled and followed by the sounds of making out.. It always seemed his brother had ways to distract her..\n\nThe young Otis couldn't help but feel jealous, used and powerless. To make matters worse he often had to watch or hear the two of them make out while he did the chores and only recently had Otis felt interested in girls. Nadia was a hot teenage mouse. She had a gorgeous athletic body, strong thighs and a slim waist. She has modest breasts but her butt more than made up for it. She was about a head shorter than his brother and had gorgeous white fur and gold glimmering blonde hair. It always looked so soft.. Just like her fur, she came from a rich household close to them and had always been kind to him, secretly he was starting to get a crush on her.\n\nOtis went upstairs to dress up. On his way up he bumped into his older brother who had pretended not to notice him until this very moment. \"Watch where you walk punk and do not disturb me, I have better things to do than your little dress-up game!\" Radíl the elder brother exclaimed before heading into his room and slamming the door behind him. \n\nThe younger rat sighed and rubbed his sore shoulder before opening the door to his own room, his walls were decorated with various posters like a typical youngster admiring his heroes. Most of the figures he had worn as costumes in prior years like Ratliar the Goliath, Rotnír or Double O Rat. This year however his eyes had fallen on one of the newer heroes, well.. not really new as the character had existed long before he was born however with recently new releases of movies, magazines and figurines of the franchise it had become a popular hero once more: RAT-MAN.\nPart Rat part Bat! Like a shadow in the night, he'd dispose of criminals and bring them to justice! In Otis's own fantasy he'd be admired by many women and would be worshipped by the many damsels in distress he'd save each night. This fantasy had grown on him as he had started gaining new feelings inside his trousers, he could feel it now as his small boner started to stretch the fabric. \n\nUndoing his trousers he saw the tent in his underpants, he looked at the poster of Rat-Man tying up a villain while a gorgeous mare watched in awe. He wished he was Ratman and for a moment his mind drifted into his fantasy, he gripped his underdeveloped cock and imagined it to be bigger, he knew that it would grow larger as he aged but he imagined it to just grow on his command, like a superpower of sorts! His tiny paws started to experimentally stroke his dick as he watched the mare on the poster, tiny grunts escaped his lips while blissful tingles ran through his nerves. The head of his shaft was so sensitive, each time he pulled back the skin he could feel his knees growing weak..\n\nWithout knocking his brother bursted into his room. \"Hey BRAT, I told you not to- What the.. are you..? HAHAHA!\"\nRadíl burst into laughter watching his younger brother with his pants around his ankles jerking off to a poster. \"I see you've got something else to jerk off to, where is my Play-Bunny? Your dick is far too small to jerk off to that material, and I don't want you to plaster your pathetic jizz all over the pages!\"\n\nOtis stammered, a blush spreading across his cheeks as his hands desperately tried to cover up his crotch before pointing towards his bed. \"I-it's under the p-pillow! S-s-sorry!\"\n\nRadíl threw the pillow against a wall and retrieved his pornographic magazine. \"Hmmfh.. At least you didn't wrinkle the pages this time, if you want one of these you'll have to buy them yourself! Next time I'll take away your allowance and you can keep it is that clear?\" \n\n\"Yh..Yes!\"\n\n\"Good, and put some clothes on you look pathetic with that thing out!\" Radíl said as he walked out of the room, leaving the door open.\n\nOtis waddled over before tripping over his trousers, he could hear his brother chuckle down the hallway. Otis got up and closed the door, stepped out of his pants and went to his closet where he put on his costume.\n\n\n\n\n[b]A curse and a blessing[/b]\n\nOtis went down the stairs and entered the living room, his mother smiled at him. \"You look ador.. *cough* cool! I bet you'll get lots of candy!\"\n\nHis father looked up from the newspaper he was holding and added: \"Remember to not go far, I don't want you going close to dark alleys on your own and you will be home by 10 is that clear?\"\n\n\"Yes Dad, is it okay if I go to Terry? W-we won't be going deeper into the city we'll go back to here I promise!\"\n\nHis father wanted to protest but his mother quickly added, \"That way you won't be alone and it would make it much safer right Rolaf?\"\n\nRolaf grunted some reluctant approval and dismissed his son.\n\n\"I'm home by 10!\" The young rat replied and headed out.\n\nOnce outside he could see plenty of activity within his neighbourhood. The night was still young and most of the cubs wouldn't be allowed to stay out past 8. That meant that once he'd pick up his friend Terry they would only have about an hour of competition and another hour or two of free real estate! Of course, they'd both have to be home by 10 but still! There would only be the occasional teenager doing a prank here and there or hanging around the streets, perhaps some coming home from party's but compared to now the streets would be mostly deserted and they'd easily go from house to house without any interruptions. Ringing this late also meant they'd often get whatever candy remained from some houses which was a huge bonus, especially considering dad-tax..\n\nOtis picked up his step so he'd reach his friend faster. While his hometown neighboured the big city it was still a little ways off before he'd reach his friend.\n\nAs he had promised to his parents that he would only stick to well-lit areas and busy roads so if anything were to happen there would always be another adult to step in, even if it was considered a calm and safe area to live.\n\nHe was making good progress, he would reach his friend's apartment in about 5 minutes. Taking a right turn, he simply had to follow this road until he reached the apartment. As this was more of a residential area, it saw less traffic than the one he came from, but it was well lit and the neighbourhood was considered safe and calm, compared to some parts of the city. Every now and then, the apartment buildings would be split by a small alleyway with firescapes and garbage bins; these were much darker than the main road, but he would not need to go into any of them.\n\n\"nNHh..nNAah~!\"\n\nOtis's ears twitched as he heard a sound emanating from within the darkness of the alley he'd just passed, stopping him right in his tracks.\n\n{Was someone in danger? Scared? What was..}\n\n\"Aaah..Fuu-hUUCk..YeSSS!~<3\"\n\nOtis's ears perked up, and he froze, his eyes fixed on the alleyway he had just passed. The sounds were muffled, but they seemed to be coming from within the darkness. He took a cautious step forward, his heart beating slightly faster. The sounds grew louder, and he could make out the faint rustling of fabric, followed by a low, husky moan. Otis's curiosity got the better of him, and he took another step forward, his eyes straining to see into the alleyway.\n\nAs he peered into the darkness, a faint, flickering light caught his attention. 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He counted the ejaculations and most of the liquid had started spurting out around the shaft and drizzling down the goats thighs and ass when he had reached the number 3.. 4.. all the way to 9.. it must have been a pint's worth if not more of pure virile skunkjuice. https://inkbunny.net/s/1724366\n\nOtis's eyes were glued to the spectacle, his mind struggling to process the sheer audacity of what he was witnessing. The skunkette's eyes were closed, her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and concentration, as she continued to pump her massive shaft into the hybrid's waiting womb. The sound of heavy panting and the squelching of flesh filled the air, making Otis's ears feel like they were burning with embarrassment.\n\nAs he stood there, frozen in shock like a deer in headlights when the skunkettes eyes suddenly snapped open, and locked her gaze with that of Otis. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the only sound being the heavy breathing of the two animals and a desperate whimper of mixed fear and desperation from Otis who now sported a straining bulge in his pants.\nThe skunk withdrew her 'weapon' from its abused holster with an audible slllRp~ Her front paws grabbing onto the ankles of the passed out prey in order to carefully lay them down before approaching little Otis, yet not before she bows down to plant a kiss? Or so it seemed; instead, she made a long, sloppy lick across the 'victim's cheek before parting. A way of marking her scent or savouring the taste of victory..\n\nFrozen in place, utterly mesmerised, he stood there watching her delicate movements. The hermaphrodite now turned to face him, her arousal still on full display unlike his own that would die down after busting his load, he could feel some pre forming froth at the tip of his cock as the vixen made her aproach.\n\n\"My oh my~ what is such a delightful toyboy like you doing here, did you get lost?\" Loraine cooed in amusement, she equally loved making her prey shudder as she would herself being on the receiving end, she sniffed the air as if inhaling the pheromones of depravity, she lived on lust like a succubus of sorts..\n\n\"i~I.. I was just- .. - p-p-passing by is all!\" Otis started to stammer. *SShhh~* Loraine interrupted, placing a moist finger coated in a sticky substance pushed onto his lips, his eyes tried to see, and when she withdrew, he could see a whitish frosting on them. Instinctively, he licked his lips. It tasted sweet and.. savoury? He couldn't quite place it as it was unlike anything he'd had before, and his mouth instantly started salivating for more.\n\n\"Did you enjoy watching me?\" Loraine asked, and young Otis nodded absent-mindedly. \"Good, I did enjoy it too.. I take it you are going out to trick or treat, or are you on your way home already?\" She continued with a seductive tone.\n\nFirst, he nodded, then he shook. His head moved on its own as if under a spell.\n\n\"Did you picture yourself in my place? You can tell me I won't judge.. It can be our little secret~\"\n\n\"Again he nodded, a desperate whimper comming from him as he jizzed his pants.\"\n\n\"That's a good boy~ would you.. Like to feel how it is to stuff a fertile girl with a massive breeder tool? I bet you do.. Come on.. don't be shy, you can say it to me, no one else can hear us here.\" She teased.\n\n\"Yh..Yes, I want to feel it so badly.. I.. I get so jealous of my brother when he gets it on with his girlfriend.. a..and when I hear my mother squeal when I wake up at night to head to the toilet.. I.. I can see the shadow of my father humping the bed.. I I want to do that too.. I.. I like g-girls my age...a-and older.. i.. Is it normal? I-I..\" He stumbled.\n\n\"I'd say it's perfectly healthy, dear..\" The skunk-dominatrix said, it was only now Otis noticed she was busy slowly rubbing out more of that frosting..w-wait.. it was her cum! With slow, deliberate jerks, she squeezed out more that started to coat the top of her paw, but soon it started drizzling onto the pavement, the longer she kept going.. It seemed she had an endless supply and libido.. he wanted that too.\n\n\"H-how is that.. how can you stay hard like that..W..Why is yours so big? I.. Is it normal that so much comes out? I.. I only fill up half a spoon.. I- Whh~HHa!\" He gasped as her left hand had undone the button of his trousers, which slipped down to his ankles, again he'd frozen up, unable to move as she peeled down his soaked undergarment to reveal his flacid cumcoated ratcock.\n\n\"Such a cutie.. but if you want to really get the ladies you want to grow some meat on your bones.. Chicks love big boys..\"\n\nOtis couldn't help but nod in agreement, even though he didn't know it yet, his subconscious knew what was about to happen before it even played out. Loraine grabbed his tiny tool between her thumb and finger and slowly started to bring it back to attention.. he could feel the blood flow into his cock as his arousal grew, when he was nearly fully hard she removed her hand and let it trob to full mast on it's own. Otis was still young, so it wasn't much, but for his age, it was already somewhat impressive, although for Otis himself, it was nothing like the ones he'd seen in his magazines.. \"This will only work if you really want it.. what is your name?~\" Loraine asked. \"Otis!\"\n\n\"Alright Otis, you have to close your eyes and picture yourself in the future or rather.. your cock.. Imagine what it would look like when you are your brother's age.. or your father's! Think of its size.. shape.. Just close your eyes and wish it to be true.. There is no limits and bounds to imagination.. anything is possible.. for tonight I shall grant you the best treat of your life and you'll be able to pull the best tricks on the unsuspecting~\" Loraine almost moaned into his ear while her cumsoaked paw started to jerk him off, first just her fingers.. then a few more.. then her handpalm.. Within seconds, his organ started to rapidly gain girth and length.. from a modest 5-10cm (2 to 4 inches)..\nup to a 15-17,5..20cm (6,7..8..inches). His scrotum joining in halfway.. from tiny grapes all the way to those of an orange, each forcing him to re-adjust his posture to relieve them from being squeezed between his thighs.\n\n\"Hh-hhaa..i~I'm cuumm~iiIng!\" He squeeled out as tick spurts of ejaculate fired from his cock, each as volumous as his prior orgams, easily 3,5 to 4 full spoons total. His knees buckled and if it weren't for Loraine's hands holding him stead,y he would have topled over into his own puddle while spurting the remains of his orgasm across the ground.\n\nHe tried to open his eyes, but the world started spinning as if he'd been on one of those teacup rides.. he closed them again.. and by the time he opened them, Loraine was gone.. The only evidence the puddle between his legs and the residue she had spilled into the hybrid who had dissapeared to.. the cum forming some sort of crime scene chalk.. but goopier.\n\n~ (end of Part 1/3)\n\n\n\n[b]When one door closes another opens..[/b]\n\nOtis let out a groan, his head still having him experience a hangover.. Not that he knew how that felt like ,but he heard his mom complaining to his dead whenever he had too much to drink the night before. He woke to the cold press of pavement against his cheek, his vision swimming with the afterimage of Lorraine’s twitching cock, it had looked so big.. and so potent! \n\nThe alley stank of musk and spilt cum, the puddle now congealing into a sticky film beneath him. His cape was tangled around his legs, the Rat-Man mask askew—his own damp fur clung to him, the front of his costume uncomfortably stiff. The hairs in his neck stood up from a sharp ping emanating from his pocket piercing the silence within the alley.\n\nHe tried to push himself off the ground placing one of his paws in the sticky substance making him curse to himself, he tried to scrape it off on the pavement to no avail.. considering his costume was already ruined he rubbed it off on his cloak whilst fumbling for his phone with the other, the screen’s glow illuminating his trembling paws. Terry (His classmates) message glared back at him:\n\"Dad found my math folder.. Grounded. \"\n\nOtis wanted to message back but decided against it as it would glue all the keys together with gunk, he glanced at the time before putting it back into his pocket: 19:05. That meant he had about 2 hours before he should consider heading home.. Especially if he wanted to avoid the older bullies that tended to start their candy raids by that time. Every year they would try to swoop in like a bunch of vultures or rather seaguls to lay claim to whatever the youth had manages to loot that night. Another thing chipping away at his potentiall candy supply. Muttering to himself he considered his options, going home this early empty handed covered in suspicious white slime would definatly raise some questions.. Trying to free his friend was an equally dumb option, then again he did need to get rid of this costume.. Perhaps he could ask Terry to toss his stuff out of the window in exchange for some of his candy later, then he could still trick or treat and head back before the night raid and his fathers wrath.\n\nPerhaps he'd score some pitty points being all alone wich might earn him more candy, and maybe Terry's costume would work even better than his own! It was decided, go to Terry, get the costume and gain some treats!\n\n[b]At his friends house[/b]\nTerry, hey.. TERRY! Otis half-whispered half yelled, he had climbed up in the treehouse next to Terry’s window. He could see his friend sitting at his desk doing his math homework, the terrier's face in a deep frown, unresponsive to the rat outside.\n\nOtis looked around for something to signal with, they had been learning about Morse code at school and had tried to come up with some secret hand gestures, taps, knocks and other signals to communicate with each other. They didn’t really have a language but just some basic general ‘codes’. It was dark inside the hut, but he knew exactly where to get the tools he needed. He leaned outside of the small window that faced Terry’s and felt around with his paw till he touched the branch, from there he traced it untill he found the key they hung off a nail stuck into the tree. Now to find the stache..\n\nHe pulled his phone from his pocket, his tiny paws scraping across the screen as he saw the message once more. The phones glow illuminating his dilated pupils and casting ominous shadows across his face from his muzzle. He could already picture Radíl’s smug smirk in his mind as his father would lecture him about responsibility and the risks of being out at night. Anothother faillure to add to his ever growing list.. A gust of wind rattled some of the cans that hung from a cord around the treebranch, they used these to relay messages from the treehouse to Terrys room. Brilliant! He tought to himself, he could use these once he got his friends attention.\nWith the phone in his paw he went back inside the hut and traced his paws along the floorboards till he found the keyhole, he opened up their secret stash of candy, and other nicknacks, including this old lantern with a few wax candles and some striking matches. He struck one and lit the candle, giving him more light to work with. He retrieved the cheatsheet from the stash and looked for the signal to open the window. Hopefully, his friend would notice the flickering light and understand. They had covered up the lantern on all sides except one, and used their paws to block off the light or reveal it, he aimed it at the window and initially used a few random flickers to see if it would catch his friends attention.. and it did! Now for the signal: OO -O- -O--O-\n\nIt took a moment of confusion on Terry's face before he hopped of his chair and opened up the window and signaled he was ready to receive the communication can. They had practiced this dozens of times and could now do so without making it bash against the wall or not reach at all. Terry cought it and brought it to his muzzle to send out his message, Otis placing it to his ear: \"You could have made me do this without deciphering that stupid signal!\" He whispered snappy at Otis, mostly because he was grumpy and angry for being grounded at a night like this.\n\n\"Then what took you so long?\" Otis whispered back”\n\n\"What is it, why are you here if my dad finds out he'll-\"\n\n\"I need your help, don't ask questions but I think I can earn some extra treats if you lend me your costume!\"\n\nTerry looked puzzled for a moment but then his face lit up with a smirk:\n\"You want to go by the same houses twice dressed differently aren't you? Count me in! Wait a second I'll toss it out for you.\" \n\nThe terrier turned away from the window and retrieved his costume, using some rubber bands from his desk to bundle them together before standing at the window: \"ready? - Here!\"\n\nOtis caught the package and gave his friend a thumbs up. \"See you tomorrow, now finish your schoolwork next time!”\n\n\"You sound like my father!\" Replied Terry before tossing back the can and closing the window.\n\nOtis quickly undressed and put on the new costume, which was of a cloaked figure.. A villain from the same series that Ratman came from: The Nightscare, a misterious figure known to haunt his victems and always get away no matter how long either chase, none of his victems had ever outrun him and ratman has never quite managed to catch him, Otis knew that not a single treat would escape his cluthes tonight..\n\n\n\n[b]Time to hunt[/b]\nAfter Otis retrieved the ‘Nightscare’ costume from his friend, he made his way towards the next housing block. Since he didn’t want anyone to recognise him and the prior years had proved fruitful around this neighbourhood, it formed the perfect hunting ground. Unbeknownst to him, though, was the curse steadily getting worse. With each passing hour, his lust would increase. With each climax, the size and nature of his genitals would swell. Loraine had granted him his deepest desire with this wicked twist, she had injected him with a concoction of experimental drugs, and the effects of this potent mix would run out in a couple of hours or so.. midnight to be exact, but that was something for the Rat to find out on his own..\nSome time later, he arrives in a calm neighbourhood. It appears only a handful of houses are showing signs of life, as most of the cars have gone. Otis stumbled forward, his paws leaving faint, damp prints on the cracked sidewalk as the orange glow of streetlights pooled around him. The distant chatter of trick-or-treaters had faded—now only the rustle of dead leaves skittering across pavement filled the silence. To his left, a flickering porch light caught his eye. The house sagged slightly, and he could see its paint peeling like sunburnt skin. Fake cobwebs and other decorations led him to believe someone had taken the extra effort to make it look spooky for the night. The screen door on its last hinge whined as it swung open-just an inch-as if someone had abandoned it mid-step.\n\nHis nose twitched, a bead of sweat trickling beneath the fur of his cheek. Curiosity got the better of him as he made his way to the door. Otis nudged the door further and stuttered a little as he announced his presence: \"Trick or treaaaah-!\"\n\nA hand gripped him by the shoulder, and he quickly spun around, stumbling backwards into the crooked screen door. He was face to face with an undead horse, but as it started to giggle, he realised it was in fact a woman, rather youthful by the looks of things, with a gorgeous, athletic, hourglass figure. Her facial fur had been painted to look like that of a skull; her fur was dark, so he'd only seen the skull in the dim lighting.\n[smallthumb]2460720[/smallthumb]\n\n\"How's that for a trick?\" She gleefully asked, clearly amused at her little ruse. \"I'm sorry I don't have any candy, but I hope this made your night, whats a little fella like you doing out on his own?\"\n\n\"i-I\"\n\n\"No worries, I won't tell anyone. Happy trick or treating! Now get away before you give it all away!\" She said in a friendly, delighted way in complete contrast to her scary appearance. Utterly baffled, Otis simply let him be nudged off the property. Only when his heartbeat had settled, he decide to look for another house.\nA few houses over, he can see the lights are on, so he decides to give it a shot. There is a note on the doorbell that says; \"Please knock\" and so he did. Greeting him is a young teenage bunnygirl with her arms full of toys; she appears a little stressed with her ruffled hair, blowing a strand out of her whisker. Her face is decorated with a pink blush powder and sparkles. Her one arm is full of toys, with a bowl of candy in her other.\n\n\"Sorry, I'm cleaning up this kid's mess before his parents get home.. I finally got him to sleep. Could you just grab a few of these candies and close the door?\"\nOtis's nose twitched at a sharp, floral fragrance of perfume wafting of the girl who started tapping one of her feet impatiently, a stuffed crocodile dangling dangerously from her elbow with its tail clutched in between her armpit. Its buttoned eyes glinted sinisterly, arousing something primal within him. He couldn't help but notice her young beauty. She stood there, illuminated in candlelight, casting soft shadows across her developing figure that had only the slightest traces of fat in just the right places. His claws dug into the lantern he held as he oggled the way her outfit stretched taut across her chest, it's fabric straining slightly where it hugged the swell of her breast. Another bead of sweat trickled down his temple, the vein pulsing with the increase in blood pressure from his arousal. The girl adjusted her posture, making him catch a glimpse of her perfect bunny bum stretching out the fabric of her shorts.\n\nOvercome by mad lust, he makes a bold move, his pulse hammering in his ears as he takes a slow, predatory lick across the pad of his claw, still slightly tangy, salty and bitter from the gunk and grime in the alley. He then presented it to her, causing her nose to twitch and wrinkle as he instructed her: \"Lick it\" with a far deeper and raspier voice than he normally possessed.\n\nO moment of confusion.. and silence, the candy bowl trembling in her grip with the wrappers rustling against each other like the leaves outside, she slowly..hesitantly leaned forward. Her cute pink tongue quickly darted out to take a quick lap at his nasty paw.\n\nHis other paw shot out, gripping the girls writs as he janked her forward before she could pull away. With a startled gasp, she dropped the candy bowl, it, together with its contents clattering on the floor as she stumbled against him, kicking it over again. He could feel her panty breath against his muzzle, she wasn't much taller than him, being a teenage bunny girl, as he reached to cup her hindquarter, he could feel the swell of her breast against his chest. An exchange in gaze and body heat through the thin layer of fabric separating them caused his cock to stir within his pants. The stiffening bulge is now unmistakably nudging against her thigh.\nHer scrunched muzzle twisted in confusion, then her gaze darkened with realisation as her wide eyes flicked downward.\n\nOtis’s smirk widened as he felt her pulse jump under his claws. “I think I have a better thing for you to suck on,” he murmured, his voice dripping with the same lazy confidence Radíl used on Nadia. The bunny girl’s breath hitched as he guided her paw downward, her fingers trembling against the growing heat between his legs. “Think of it as a… pacifier of sorts.” His long rat tail flicked against the doorframe. “We wouldn’t want the little cub to wake up now, do we?” \n\nHer muzzle parted in a silent gasp as his other claw hooked into the waistband of her shorts, the fabric straining under his grip. The bunny girl's breath hitched as his claws dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, the sudden pressure making her knees buckle. Before she could protest, Otis yanked her shorts down in one rough motion, the elastic waistband snapping against her fur as it pooled around her ankles. His other paw slid up the curve of her backside, kneading the plush swell her ass and the fluff of her bunny tail with possessive squeezes that drew a whimper from her sparkled muzzle.\n\nThen a pressure. His paw clamped over the back of her skull, forcing her down with a jerk that sent her sprawling to her knees, the wooden floorboards creaking under her sudden weight. Instinctively, albeit slightly forced, she went to her knees, her hands trembling as she undid his underpants, causing his massive erection to bump right onto her sparkling button nose. She gasped in shock at its sheer size, already slick with precum that glistened in the flickering candlelight. Her nostrils flared at the musky scent, her pink tongue darting out instinctively.. then freezing as if remembering herself the reality of the situation.\n\nOtis’s claws tightened in her fur, forcing her muzzle closer until her breath hitched against his throbbing length. “Go on,” he purred, voice thick with mocking sweetness. “Don’t be shy.”\n\nHer tongue flicked out again.. tentative, testing, before she pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the tip.\n\nOtis’s claws dug deeper into her scalp as he shoved her muzzle down with a sharp thrust, forcing his full length into the bunny girl’s throat in one brutal stroke. Her painted eyes bulged, the whites flashing as her gag reflex seized, a wet, choked sound vibrating against his shaft as her tongue convulsed beneath him. Strings of saliva snapped between her lips and his base, her nostrils flaring wide as she fought for air.\n\nShe desperately scrabbled at his thighs, blunt paws gripping through his costume, but he only ground her deeper. The swollen head of his cock was nudging against the tight ring of her oesophagus, reaching far deeper than it would have without its enhanced growth.\n\nHer throat convulsed around him in desperate, fluttering spasms, almost inviting the cockhead in further.. The warm, wet, and so tight feeling of the frantic pulse from her jugular against his shaft. A high-pitched whine escaped her painted muzzle, muffled by the obscene bulge stretching her cheeks. As tears welled at the corners of her widened eyes, the candlelight caught the slick trail of drool dripping from her chin, pooling between her trembling thighs, where her cotton panties were clinging to the damp fur beneath.\n\nOtis let out a ragged groan as her throat clenched around him, the desperate contractions only fueling his hunger. His hips jerked forward, grinding her muzzle into the coarse fur at his base until her nose pressed flush against him, her whiskers twitching against his skin. A guttural sob vibrated through her as tears streaked the carefully applied makeup beneath her lashes, smearing the glittery pink blush across her cheeks. The bunny girl’s paws fluttered weakly against his thighs, but he only tightened his grip on her skull, holding her in place as he rocked shallowly into the constricting heat.\n\nThe bunny girl’s eyes fluttered, her pink irises rolling back as her suckling grew sluggish and weak. Wet noises escaping her stuffed muzzle between shallow, choking breaths. Her paws, which had been clawing weakly at his thighs, now hung limp at her sides, her fingers twitching as her consciousness faltered. Tears carved glistening tracks through her smeared makeup, her lashes now sticking together in clumps as her body sagged against him, held up only by the brutal grip in her fur and the thick intrusion down her throat.\n\nHis hips stuttered forward in insistent, possessive thrusts, each movement dragging a wet gag from her ruined throat as her body convulsed around him. The bunny girl’s tongue lolled between slack lips, her breath coming in ragged, whistling bursts through her nose—each exhale a hot, damp shudder against his fur. A thick strand of drool stretched from her chin to his base, swaying obscenely with every jerk of his cock deeper into her spasming gullet. Her eyelashes fluttered-half-lidded. Completely at his mercy, a fresh tear rolled down her cheek, cutting through more of the smeared glitter.\n\nOtis’s hips bucked violently as his cock swelled, the veins along his shaft pulsing against the bunny girl’s convulsing throat. A primal snarl tore from his muzzle as the first thick rope of cum shot straight down her oesophagus. The hot and viscous liquid forced a wet, strangled gag from her stuffed muzzle. Her throat fluttered desperately around him, swallowing reflexively, but the sheer volume overwhelmed her. His seed oozed past her spasming muscles in gloopy strands, mixing with the frothy saliva already coating her tongue. It drizzled down like thick molasses, smearing the entirety of her throat. That which couldn't be swallowed started to come back out to drizzle from her chin. The bunny girl’s nostrils flared wide, her chest heaving uselessly as the sticky flood clogged her airway.\n\nHer painted eyes rolled back completely, the whites gleaming in the candlelight as her body jerked in weak, spastic twitches. Every muscle locked in helpless submission. Otis’s claws flexed possessively in her fur, forcing her deeper as another thick pulse of cum surged into her, the viscous heat flooding her windpipe in a sickening rush; her barely conscious form failing to realise the invasion of her lungs, she would have started coughing but only managed to take it. Her throat bulged obscenely, the swollen outline of his shaft visible beneath her fur as his seed overflowed. Now trickling from her flared nostrils in sticky rivulets that mingled with her tears and saliva. A final, shuddering gag wracked her body as she convulsed against him, her paws twitching at her sides like a broken doll’s.\nHer body slumped bonelessly against his thighs, her painted muzzle smudging against his costume with his twitching cock spurting the last ropes of cum. It seeped from her nostrils in thick, glistening strands. Otis exhaled through clenched teeth, his claws flexing in her tangled fur as he ground his hips forward one last time, forcing the swollen head of his cock deeper until her windpipe gave a wet, final protesting gurgle. The bunny girl’s tongue lolled, her pink irises reduced to thin slivers beneath fluttering lids as drool and seed pooled between her slack lips.\nOtis’s claws uncurled from her fur with a sticky sound, releasing the bunny girl’s limp body as she crumpled forward. Her muzzle hit the floorboards with a wet thud. A thick strand of cum and saliva still connected her parted lips to his twitching cock, swaying obscenely before snapping against her smeared cheek. Her chest hitched a wet, rattling gasp as her lungs fought for air as if she'd just been pulled out of a pool from drowning, her pink, rimmed nostrils flaring wide. The glitter on her cheeks had turned to a clumpy paste, mixing with tears and the viscous white still oozing from her nose.\n\nOtis’ nostrils flared as the scent of sugar and doe musk hit him.. there on the pavement! Wobbling on high heels was an oblivious pink-clad bimbo doe in a barbie dress. Her candy bag swinging as she hummed to herself. Otis' grin split wider, similar to the villainous Nightscare as he melted into the shadows, his engorged cock pulsing in time with her clueless footsteps.\n\nOne heartbeat—she paused to adjust her glittery purse.\nTwo—his claws flexed, saliva dripping from his fangs.\nThen he lunged.\n\nThe doe shrieked as he grabbed onto her and pulled her back, tackling her into the nearby hedges, her lantern smashing against the pavement as his weight pinned her.\nThe doe’s candy bag burst open as she hit the dirt, lollipops scattering like brittle bones across the pavement. Her squeal choked off when his paw clamped over her muzzle, claws pricking the plush pink fur of her barbied cheeks. A few thorned branches tore at her cheap nylon dress, the ripped fabric revealing swollen teats already beading with terrified musk.\n\nOtis snarled against her twitching ear, his free paw raking down her flank—hooks of black keratin shredding ribbons from her costume until the damp heat between her thighs hit the cold air. Her legs kicked uselessly, one stiletto snapping off as she thrashed, the scent of her panic thickening like syrup in his nostrils.\n\nOtis’s claws dug into the doe's hips as he flipped her onto her stomach with a guttural growl, her torn dress riding up to expose the damp lace clinging to her quivering backside. Her panties were soaked through.. whether from fear or his own musk-polluted influence, he didn’t care. The fabric is sheer enough to show the swollen, flushed lips beneath.. she was in heat. A choked whimper escaped her as he ground his throbbing length against her, the precum-slick ridge of his cockhead catching on the lace with every rutting thrust. The lace tore with a wet snap as he forced himself between her thighs, her body jerking forward with a muffled scream. His claws anchored into the plush fur of her hips, dragging her back onto his cock in one brutal stroke. Once the lace tore he slid in.. Her walls caved.. still she was too tight, too hot, her flesh yielding in ragged pulses as he split her open. Her squeals vibrated against his palm, her throat working around nothing but the taste of his sweat and her own terror. The doe’s legs trembled, her remaining stiletho digging useless grooves into the dirt as he pistoned into her, each thrust stretching the ruined lace deeper into her folds. he was already dumping copious amounts of cum into her fertile folds without even achieving a real climax..\n\nWith a wet tear of fabric, Otis ripped the remains of her dress away, turning her around, pinning her teats against the cold ground as he mounted her for another merciless round, her screams dissolving into choked sobs. Her fur glistened with sweat and spit, her swollen nipples scraping against the dirt as he slammed into her with feral abandon.\n\nOtis dragged his claws down her shuddering spine, forcing her deeper into the brush as his knot swelled inside her again. She froze like a deer in headlights. Her body convulsing under the relentless flood of his seed. With a bestial snarl, Otis flipped her onto her back, pinning her broken stilettos against her own swollen belly as he mounted her for another round.\n\nWith a bestial snarl, Otis flipped her onto her back, pinning her broken stilettos against her own swollen belly as he mounted her for another round. The doe’s breath came in ragged, whistling gasps as her spine arched against a few prickly torns, her ruined dress peeling away like a candy wrapper beneath his claws. His cock pulsed inside her. Still slick with her own juices, the torn lace and his last violent release, the swollen knot at his base already threatening to lock. Her teats bounced with each brutal thrust, her fur matted with sweat and spit as he leaned down to sink his fangs ever so slightly into the trembling curve of her throat. The poor doe-girl's hands scrabbled at the dirt, her hips bucking in a futile attempt to escape before his knot swelled inside her, locking her in place with a guttural growl. Her body convulsed beneath him, he took some of her torn panties and forced it into her maw; his paw clamped over her muzzle as he attempted to knot inside her, locking them together as her muffled moans dissolved into weak, shuddering whimpers.\n\nHer body clenched around him in a futile spasm as his knot forced past her ruined entrance, the swollen bulge stretching her to the point of splitting. The doe’s scream dissolved into a wet, shuddering whimper—her throat vibrating against his palm. His claws dug deeper into her hips, grinding her pelvis flush against his as the knot locked, her inner walls fluttering in frantic, involuntary pulses around his throbbing length.\n\nWith a final, possessive growl, Otis withdrew from the doe’s quivering body, her slick thighs trembling as his knot slipped free with a lewd pop. He snatched her torn panties from the grass, the lace sticky with her arousal, and shoved the wad of fabric between her slack jaws, muffling her whimpers. Her candy-glossed lips strained around the makeshift gag as he flipped her onto her belly. He used her own shredded bra as a means to bind her wrists against the small of her back.\n\nSuddenly, Otis's ears twitch at the sharp click of a door nearby, his muzzle lifting from the doe’s sweat-slicked neck with a wet snarl. A gaggle of teenagers spilt onto the sidewalk, their laughter bright and oblivious, their candy bags swinging as they shuffled toward the next house. But his slit-pupiled gaze locked onto the silhouette behind the half-drawn curtains.. an avian woman, her feathered outline backlit by the flickering glow of a TV screen. The doe beneath him whimpered, her bound wrists twisting weakly against her shredded bra restraints, but Otis was already rising, his monstrous cock glistening under the streetlamp’s orange haze.\n\nOtis’s tail lashed as he stalked toward the avian’s house, his claws flexing with each silent step across the dew-slick lawn. The broken asphalt crunched underfoot as he reached the side window, his reflection warping in the glass, the Nightscare costume reflecting in the moonlight. His engorged cock twitched against his thigh, still dripping the doe’s juices onto the overgrown plants as he reared back and drove his fist through the window in a shower of glittering shards. The avian woman spun toward the sound, her feathers flaring as the television’s blue glow caught the terror in her wide, glassy eyes.\n\nThe avian’s scream died in her throat as Otis’s paw choked off her windpipe.. her wings flapping uselessly against the wall. Behind him, the bound doe thrashed weakly in the grass, her muffled cries drowned out by the sound of Otis’s growl as he pinned the avian firmer against the wall. His cock throbbed against her feathered thigh, leaving a glistening smear of seed and saliva as he ground against her. She was taller than him.. and definitely older too which excited him even more.\n\nIn the bush, the doe's muffled screams hitched into frantic, nasal whines as she twisted against her restraints, the torn lace of her panties digging deeper into the corners of her mouth with each jerking motion. Her candy-sticky fingers flexed uselessly against the small of her back, the shredded bra straps biting angry crimson lines into her wrists as she arched to glimpse the horror unfolding through the shattered window.\n\nOtis’s claws raked down the avian’s feathered chest before dragging her thrashing body to the floor. Her terrified chirps were only choked off when she got too loud. Her beak clicked uselessly whenever he did, especially as he forced her legs apart with his knee. The younger boys grin, twisted in the dim light, saliva dripping from his fangs as he snarled and picked her up again, making him face the wall casting their shadows.\n\nOtis’s nostrils flared as the avian’s musky scent filled his lungs—ripe, fertile, begging to be ruined. Her tail feathers trembled beneath his grasp, the plumes spreading in instinctive invitation even as her body shuddered in protest. The boys grin split wider as he ground his swollen length against her slick cloaca, the swollen flesh yielding beneath his relentless pressure. Then he drove his swollen cock, knot and all, into her with one brutal thrust, pushing all the way into her sweltering cloaca.\n\nThe avian’s body convulsed as Otis’s knot swelled inside her, her feathered thighs twitching against his hips in helpless spasms. Her beak parted in a silent scream as his cock pulsed, thick ropes of seed flooding her clenching depths, each jet hotter than the last. The television’s flickering glow caught the tears streaking her downy cheeks, her wings spayed uselessly on her sides. Then for a moment it seemed his assault had stopped as he recovered from his climax, she took the moment to make a run for it but could only crawl so far before the knot tugged her back, another tug and she was free. \n\nFrantically, she rushed towards the door, she opened it and just as she took her first step and attempted to scream she felt the air crushed out of her lungs when she was pinned onto the wooden porch with immense force.\n\nThe avian’s shuddered when she felt his grasp and the insane bloated tip of the monster cock forcing her delicate walls to stretch beyond nature’s intent. Her talons scraped the porch wood, claws catching in the grooves as his thrusts grew erratic. Each snap of his hips was punctuated by the slick slap of flesh and the creak of the swaying streetlamp above them. He could feel her nethers vibrating as her body betrayed her, inner muscles fluttering in involuntary pulses around his invading girth.\n\nWith a final, gasping scream, the avian mustered her strength and slammed her wings against Otis's ribs—the hollow bones striking with surprising force. He snarled as the impact sent him stumbling backward, his claws scraping furrows in the porch wood as he fought for balance. The streetlamp's dying bulb pulsed erratically, casting jagged shadows across her trembling form as she scrambled onto all fours into the grass, desperate to get away. She made a cry for help but otis was soon upon her again pushing her beak into the dirt.\n\nOtis’s muzzle twisted into a snarl as he wrenched the avian’s head back by her crest feathers, her beak grinding into the damp earth. The scent of upturned soil and crushed grass mingled with the musk of her terror as he mounted her again, his engorged shaft glistening under the flickering streetlamp. Her wings flapped weakly, dislodged feathers catching in the breeze as he forced her tail higher, the now barbed tip of his cock prodding at her abused entrance. She let out a choked murmur.. half protest, half surrender as he speared into her with a single brutal thrust, her body bending beneath his weight.\n\nThe avian’s scream tore through the night, raw and ragged, as her talons raked crimson welts across Otis’s furred thighs. Her wings thrashed against the dew-slick grass, she fought till her last breath, her beak gnashing at the air in desperate, uncoordinated strikes. The streetlamp’s dying light caught the panicked whites of her eyes, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks as his knot forced her open again—wider this time, wider than any of the eggs she'd lay in her lifetime. The barbed ridges of his cock dragging her tender flesh with every merciless thrust.\n\nOtis snarled, pressing his full weight onto her back, grinding her beak deeper into the dirt as his knot swelled inside her, locking them together with a sickening squelch. Her muffled shriek vibrated through his palm, her body arching in futile resistance as his barbed cock pulsed, each ridge catching on her trembling inner walls. The avian's wings flapped weakly against the wet grass, scattering loose feathers that stuck to the sweat-slick fur of his thighs. Her talons dug into the earth, claws carving ragged furrows in the mud as his knot stretched her beyond bearing, the swollen flesh throbbing with each hot jet of seed that flooded her depths.\nSuddenly, a shocked gasp nearby caught his attention. He turned to see a voluptuous milfy mouse standing next to her car, watching the scene unfold. His heart raced with excitement and anticipation. He needed to act quick. With a violent tug, he tried to free himself from the avian woman's body, but his cock had grown considerably again as his climax passed, and his knot now obscene. It took considerable effort to tug free. As he rushed the other woman, she let out a muffled scream, trying to fight back. But it was too late.\n\nOtis pinned her against the hood of her car, his clawed fingers digging into her soft flesh. The milfy mouse fumbled for her car keys, eyes wide with horror, as Otis's knot already swelled again in anticipation. His muzzle twisted into a snarl, revealing his sharp fangs, and he lunged forward, capturing her trembling lips in a brutal kiss. She tasted of fear and desperation, and he savoured it as he forced her legs apart, his engorged shaft pressing against her already soaked panties.\n\"Please,\" she whimpered, her voice muffled by his sloppy kiss. \"Stop.\"\n\nBut he didn't stop. Instead, he ripped her panties off with a savage growl, revealing her soaked pussy to his hungry gaze.\n\nThe milf's trembling increased as she felt his hot breath on her cooch. With a violent shove he proceeded to mount her, burying his clawed fingers deep into her tangled hair. She let out a muffled scream as he positioned himself at her entrance, his engorged shaft as thick as her calf. With a force that belied his small size, Otis thrust into her, his knot crashing into her lower lips with the very tip of his shaft kissing at her cervix. The milf's eyes rolled back in her head, a mix of pain and pleasure etched on her features.\n\nHe panted harshly, sweat beading on his brow from the exertion. His small frame shook as he rutted into her, each thrust growing more desperate, more animalistic. Not that she was much taller than him, in fact, she seemed similar to the bunny girl from before.. He savoured the feeling of her slick walls gripping him, the velvety folds clinging to his knot demanding entry as he pumped seed into her. But his cock never went soft. It swelled again, harder, thicker, demanding more. He needed more. He needed everything.\n\nOtis leaned down, his fangs grazing her neck as he whispered in her ear. \"You like that, don't you?\" He growled, his voice deep and menacing beneath the mask. \"You like being taken by a rat, don't you?\"\n\nThe milf trembled beneath him, her body aching with each thrust. She tried to nod, but his grasp prevented her from doing so. Otis chuckled darkly, his clawed fingers digging into her hips.\n\"Good,\" he purred, his eyes glinting with malice. \"Because I'm not done with you yet.\"\n\nHis clawed fingers dug deeper into her hips, thumbs placed directly onto her ovaries. \"Will get you a pack of true rodents soon.. Where are the others? I don't believe its your only daughter there down the street.. She'll have a lot more babies to sit for when your due..\" The milf whimpered, her voice hoarse from her moaning as his knot relentlessly battered at her cunt, demanding utter submission.\n\nHis fingers continued to play with her tummy, causing her ovaries to react in an unnatural way, somehow releasing multiple eggs for him to seed. He could already imagine them swelling in her abdomen as they grew into his bastard sons. He wanted to take them all, to breed her properly.. He savored the feeling of her slick walls gripping him, the velvety folds clinging to his cock and kissing his knot, demanding entry as it passively pumped seed into her. But his cock never went soft. It swelled again, harder, thicker..\n\nOtis's claws scraped against the car's hood as his hips pistoned faster, the milf's thighs quivering around his thickening knot. Her muffled sobs turned into shuddering gasps as his barbs caught behind her cervix, causing it to swell, each backward pull stretching her beyond reason before slamming home again. The scent of her arousal mixed with his musk, thick and cloying in the humid night air. \nHis tail lashed behind him as his balls churned, another torrent of seed surging up his shaft—but instead of relief, the pressure only mounted. Veins bulged along his length as his cock swelled another agonising inch, the milf's pussy fluttering around him in overwhelmed protest. With a savage snarl, Otis arched his back and drove forward in one brutal motion, his obscenely swollen knot forcing past her resisting entrance with a wet pop. The milf's scream tore through the night as her body bowed off the car hood.  He could feel it the moment his tapered tip fully breached her cervix - that impossibly tight ring of muscle yielding beneath his relentless pressure, her inner walls fluttering in panicked protest as her body betrayed her. Her belly visibly distended beneath his clawed fingers as he bottomed out, his throbbing length now buried to the hilt inside her womb.\n\nOtis let out a guttural growl as his pushed again cock pulsing inside her, his swollen knot locking them together as his seed flooded her womb in thick, relentless spurts. The milf’s body convulsed beneath him, her inner walls clamping down in involuntary spasms as her belly swelled further with each scalding deposit. Her squeaked cries were silenced by his paw. His breath came in ragged pants against her ear, hot and damp beneath the half mask of nightscare as his other claw flexed possessively against her distended stomach.\n\nHer womb convulsed around him, her body’s desperate attempt to expel the invading heat only milking him deeper, forcing another thick, molten rope of seed into her already overstuffed belly. His claws dug crescent moons into her hips as his knot pulsed, locking them together while his cock twitched inside her—each throb sending fresh waves of sticky warmth flooding past her battered cervix. The milf’s thighs trembled violently, her slick dripping down his swollen balls as her cunt clenched in useless resistance, her inner walls fluttering like a trapped heartbeat around his unrelenting girth.\n\nOtis chuckled darkly as his claws traced the swollen curve of her belly, now visibly rounded beneath his touch. The milf's eyes widened in horrified realisation as her once-trim waistline now pushed outward in a soft muffin top, her skin stretched taut over his growing seed. \"Ohhh yeah...\" he purred, grinding his hips in slow circles to watch her belly jiggle with each movement, \"We'll fill you with a whole pack, alright.\"\n\nHer muffled whimper vibrated against his pawpads as his knot twitched inside her, still locked deep. He could feel her womb spasming, already overstuffed yet still greedily milking him for more.\n\nThe milf’s body jerked as another thick pulse of seed forced its way into her, her belly swelling further, the skin stretched glossy and tight beneath his claws. A high, keening whine escaped her gag as her womb struggled to contain the impossible flood, her hips twitching in helpless little spasms against the car hood. Otis’s cock throbbed in response, his knot flexing like a second heartbeat inside her, locking them together as his balls churned with yet another load.\n\nThe milf’s belly quivered beneath his claws, her once-flat stomach now taut and rounded—stretched obscenely by the sheer volume flooding her depths. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her fur as her body betrayed her, hips bucking weakly against the car hood in involuntary little jerks, her inner walls fluttering in perverse harmony with his pulsing knot. Otis pressed his claws deeper into the milf’s swollen belly, savouring the way her overstretched flesh dimpled beneath his grip. A broken whimper escaped her gag as he ground his knot in slow, torturous circles, each rotation making her inner walls flutter around his still-throbbing length. His breath hitched as her cunt clenched reflexively, her body’s resistance only milking another thick pulse of seed from his aching cock. Her belly jiggled beneath his touch, the skin stretched so tight he could see the faint outline of his own swollen shaft pressing up from within her womb.\n\nThe milf thrashed helplessly beneath him, her muffled screams vibrating against the gag as his claws dug deeper into her swollen belly, marking her as his breeding bitch. Her thighs trembled violently, slick with arousal despite her terror, as his knot flexed inside her with another possessive pulse. Otis snarled in satisfaction, watching her belly ripple obscenely with each fresh spurt he forced into her overstuffed womb-her skin stretched so tight now he could see the faint outline of his twitching cock bulging beneath. Her back arched off the car hood as another thick load surged into her, her cunt fluttering in helpless, rhythmic spasms around his girth.\n\nThe milf’s entire body seized as the overwhelming climax tore through her, her back arching off the car hood in a violent spasm. Her womb convulsed around Otis’s monstrously swollen cock, her cervix stretching impossibly wider as another surge of molten seed forced its way deeper. His claws dug into her quivering belly, the flesh now stretched to near-translucency, the outline of his pulsing shaft fading beneath the taut skin.\n\nOtis snarled as his own climax ripped through him, his cock swelling to its final, grotesque size—forcing her cervix to yield completely as a second knot locked them together in a brutal, unbreakable seal.\nHer vision whited out as her womb surrendered completely, the sheer pressure of his swollen knot locking deep inside her sending shockwaves of delirious pleasure through her overtaxed nerves. 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A night full of Tricks and Treats
"For the last time, you will have to finish your plate before leaving the table Otis!" Said his father with a stern tone. "You are lucky your mother lets you go without doing the dishes already so show her some gratitude and finnish your plate."

Otis sighed, his long rat tail and shoulders slumping before picking up his fork. He hated broccoli and was far too excited to stuff his face with candy tonight knowing how strict his father is, he'll be lucky if he's even allowed to keep most of the stuff as the old man has a tendency to take it to school and share it around for the class, as if none of them had had the opportunity to acquire their own stash the night before! His father would say that they had enough candy at home and that he was only allowed to have one a day anyway. Luckily his mother would often sneak in some extra ones in his lunchbox as compensation for his father's lack of leniency..

Otis reluctantly picked up a small, soggy broccoli floret with his fork and brought it to his mouth. Closing his eyes as if what he was about to eat was anything but broccoli, trying to will himself to swallow the bitter vegetable. Just as he was about to open his mouth his face scrunched up in distaste as the smell wafted up to his nostrils. His father, seated at the head of the table, watched him with a stern expression, his arms crossed over his chest. Otis's mother, sitting to his right, tried to stifle a sympathetic smile, but her eyes crinkled at the corners as she gazed at her son's unhappy face.

He made a second attempt, the faster he'd down this the faster he'd get his candy. Perhaps his father would even let him keep some more as a benevolent gesture of aproval if he did so without complaint. This was about the only part of the holliday that Otis didn't enjoy.. He loved Halloween, not just the cosiness of the season but all the various decorations and costumes! Unlike his older brother, he enjoyed dressing up for the occasion and trying to ring as many bells as he could. Each year he would get more ambitious, more successful! Most of it would be eaten before he'd even make it home. Another part he'd stash beneath the bush around the corner to save for later. He accepted that whatever remained in the bag would more likely than not be claimed by his father and he'd be forced to see it be handed out to all his fellow classmates yet he knew coming home empty-handed would draw suspicion so he always made sure to keep a reasonable amount for 'Dad-Tax'.

Otis finished his plate and brought it to the sink, his mother was already washing some as part of the occasion. Usually, the household tasks would be split evenly across the family but his brother would often slack and force Otis to do it for him instead. He hated it but he somehow hoped to earn some sympathy from his brother's girlfriend Nadia. Some day she would speak up about it, right? She overheard them arguing at one point but somewhere mid-sentence the girls' words were muffled and followed by the sounds of making out.. It always seemed his brother had ways to distract her..

The young Otis couldn't help but feel jealous, used and powerless. To make matters worse he often had to watch or hear the two of them make out while he did the chores and only recently had Otis felt interested in girls. Nadia was a hot teenage mouse. She had a gorgeous athletic body, strong thighs and a slim waist. She has modest breasts but her butt more than made up for it. She was about a head shorter than his brother and had gorgeous white fur and gold glimmering blonde hair. It always looked so soft.. Just like her fur, she came from a rich household close to them and had always been kind to him, secretly he was starting to get a crush on her.

Otis went upstairs to dress up. On his way up he bumped into his older brother who had pretended not to notice him until this very moment. "Watch where you walk punk and do not disturb me, I have better things to do than your little dress-up game!" Radíl the elder brother exclaimed before heading into his room and slamming the door behind him.

The younger rat sighed and rubbed his sore shoulder before opening the door to his own room, his walls were decorated with various posters like a typical youngster admiring his heroes. Most of the figures he had worn as costumes in prior years like Ratliar the Goliath, Rotnír or Double O Rat. This year however his eyes had fallen on one of the newer heroes, well.. not really new as the character had existed long before he was born however with recently new releases of movies, magazines and figurines of the franchise it had become a popular hero once more: RAT-MAN.
Part Rat part Bat! Like a shadow in the night, he'd dispose of criminals and bring them to justice! In Otis's own fantasy he'd be admired by many women and would be worshipped by the many damsels in distress he'd save each night. This fantasy had grown on him as he had started gaining new feelings inside his trousers, he could feel it now as his small boner started to stretch the fabric.

Undoing his trousers he saw the tent in his underpants, he looked at the poster of Rat-Man tying up a villain while a gorgeous mare watched in awe. He wished he was Ratman and for a moment his mind drifted into his fantasy, he gripped his underdeveloped cock and imagined it to be bigger, he knew that it would grow larger as he aged but he imagined it to just grow on his command, like a superpower of sorts! His tiny paws started to experimentally stroke his dick as he watched the mare on the poster, tiny grunts escaped his lips while blissful tingles ran through his nerves. The head of his shaft was so sensitive, each time he pulled back the skin he could feel his knees growing weak..

Without knocking his brother bursted into his room. "Hey BRAT, I told you not to-  What the.. are you..? HAHAHA!"
Radíl burst into laughter watching his younger brother with his pants around his ankles jerking off to a poster. "I see you've got something else to jerk off to, where is my Play-Bunny? Your dick is far too small to jerk off to that material, and I don't want you to plaster your pathetic jizz all over the pages!"

Otis stammered, a blush spreading across his cheeks as his hands desperately tried to cover up his crotch before pointing towards his bed. "I-it's under the p-pillow! S-s-sorry!"

Radíl threw the pillow against a wall and retrieved his pornographic magazine. "Hmmfh.. At least you didn't wrinkle the pages this time, if you want one of these you'll have to buy them yourself! Next time I'll take away your allowance and you can keep it is that clear?"

"Yh..Yes!"

"Good, and put some clothes on you look pathetic with that thing out!" Radíl said as he walked out of the room, leaving the door open.

Otis waddled over before tripping over his trousers, he could hear his brother chuckle down the hallway. Otis got up and closed the door, stepped out of his pants and went to his closet where he put on his costume.




A curse and a blessing

Otis went down the stairs and entered the living room, his mother smiled at him. "You look ador.. *cough* cool! I bet you'll get lots of candy!"

His father looked up from the newspaper he was holding and added: "Remember to not go far, I don't want you going close to dark alleys on your own and you will be home by 10 is that clear?"

"Yes Dad, is it okay if I go to Terry? W-we won't be going deeper into the city we'll go back to here I promise!"

His father wanted to protest but his mother quickly added, "That way you won't be alone and it would make it much safer right Rolaf?"

Rolaf grunted some reluctant approval and dismissed his son.

"I'm home by 10!" The young rat replied and headed out.

Once outside he could see plenty of activity within his neighbourhood. The night was still young and most of the cubs wouldn't be allowed to stay out past 8. That meant that once he'd pick up his friend Terry they would only have about an hour of competition and another hour or two of free real estate! Of course, they'd both have to be home by 10 but still! There would only be the occasional teenager doing a prank here and there or hanging around the streets, perhaps some coming home from party's but compared to now the streets would be mostly deserted and they'd easily go from house to house without any interruptions. Ringing this late also meant they'd often get whatever candy remained from some houses which was a huge bonus, especially considering dad-tax..

Otis picked up his step so he'd reach his friend faster. While his hometown neighboured the big city it was still a little ways off before he'd reach his friend.

As he had promised to his parents that he would only stick to well-lit areas and busy roads so if anything were to happen there would always be another adult to step in, even if it was considered a calm and safe area to live.

He was making good progress, he would reach his friend's apartment in about 5 minutes. Taking a right turn, he simply had to follow this road until he reached the apartment. As this was more of a residential area, it saw less traffic than the one he came from, but it was well lit and the neighbourhood was considered safe and calm, compared to some parts of the city. Every now and then, the apartment buildings would be split by a small alleyway with firescapes and garbage bins; these were much darker than the main road, but he would not need to go into any of them.

"nNHh..nNAah~!"

Otis's ears twitched as he heard a sound emanating from within the darkness of the alley he'd just passed, stopping him right in his tracks.

{Was someone in danger? Scared? What was..}

"Aaah..Fuu-hUUCk..YeSSS!~<3"

Otis's ears perked up, and he froze, his eyes fixed on the alleyway he had just passed. The sounds were muffled, but they seemed to be coming from within the darkness. He took a cautious step forward, his heart beating slightly faster. The sounds grew louder, and he could make out the faint rustling of fabric, followed by a low, husky moan. Otis's curiosity got the better of him, and he took another step forward, his eyes straining to see into the alleyway.

As he peered into the darkness, a faint, flickering light caught his attention. It was a small, handheld lantern, casting eerie shadows on the walls of the alleyway.

By the time his eyes had adjusted, both his jaw and eyelids opened wide at the sight in front of him, a couple of meters out next to some trashbins was a very, voluptious, skunkette plunging a massive boner down the snatch of a hybrid jackal/goat/deer that hosted an utterly blissfull expression on her face. The latter was on her back with her legs hoisted up in the air and her arms tied behind her back with a cloth gag in her maw. She could only squeel in delight while the domminant skunkess plowed her tight cunt without mercy.

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Both were panting heavily through their nostrils, even Otis started to join in with his maw agape. While the hybrid girl seemed mostly out of it by the time the skunk's girthy shaft started to thump and pump its viscous load into her 'partners waiting womb'. He counted the ejaculations and most of the liquid had started spurting out around the shaft and drizzling down the goats thighs and ass when he had reached the number 3.. 4.. all the way to 9.. it must have been a pint's worth if not more of pure virile skunkjuice. https://inkbunny.net/s/1724366

Otis's eyes were glued to the spectacle, his mind struggling to process the sheer audacity of what he was witnessing. The skunkette's eyes were closed, her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and concentration, as she continued to pump her massive shaft into the hybrid's waiting womb. The sound of heavy panting and the squelching of flesh filled the air, making Otis's ears feel like they were burning with embarrassment.

As he stood there, frozen in shock like a deer in headlights when the skunkettes eyes suddenly snapped open, and locked her gaze with that of Otis. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the only sound being the heavy breathing of the two animals and a desperate whimper of mixed fear and desperation from Otis who now sported a straining bulge in his pants.
The skunk withdrew her 'weapon' from its abused holster with an audible slllRp~ Her front paws grabbing onto the ankles of the passed out prey in order to carefully lay them down before approaching little Otis, yet not before she bows down to plant a kiss? Or so it seemed; instead, she made a long, sloppy lick across the 'victim's cheek before parting. A way of marking her scent or savouring the taste of victory..

Frozen in place, utterly mesmerised, he stood there watching her delicate movements. The hermaphrodite now turned to face him, her arousal still on full display unlike his own that would die down after busting his load, he could feel some pre forming froth at the tip of his cock as the vixen made her aproach.

"My oh my~ what is such a delightful toyboy like you doing here, did you get lost?" Loraine cooed in amusement, she equally loved making her prey shudder as she would herself being on the receiving end, she sniffed the air as if inhaling the pheromones of depravity, she lived on lust like a succubus of sorts..

"i~I.. I was just- .. - p-p-passing by is all!" Otis started to stammer. *SShhh~* Loraine interrupted, placing a moist finger coated in a sticky substance pushed onto his lips, his eyes tried to see, and when she withdrew, he could see a whitish frosting on them. Instinctively, he licked his lips. It tasted sweet and.. savoury? He couldn't quite place it as it was unlike anything he'd had before, and his mouth instantly started salivating for more.

"Did you enjoy watching me?" Loraine asked, and young Otis nodded absent-mindedly. "Good, I did enjoy it too.. I take it you are going out to trick or treat, or are you on your way home already?" She continued with a seductive tone.

First, he nodded, then he shook. His head moved on its own as if under a spell.

"Did you picture yourself in my place? You can tell me I won't judge.. It can be our little secret~"

"Again he nodded, a desperate whimper comming from him as he jizzed his pants."

"That's a good boy~ would you.. Like to feel how it is to stuff a fertile girl with a massive breeder tool? I bet you do.. Come on.. don't be shy, you can say it to me, no one else can hear us here." She teased.

"Yh..Yes, I want to feel it so badly.. I.. I get so jealous of my brother when he gets it on with his girlfriend.. a..and when I hear my mother squeal when I wake up at night to head to the toilet.. I.. I can see the shadow of my father humping the bed.. I I want to do that too.. I.. I like g-girls my age...a-and older.. i.. Is it normal? I-I.." He stumbled.

"I'd say it's perfectly healthy, dear.." The skunk-dominatrix said, it was only now Otis noticed she was busy slowly rubbing out more of that frosting..w-wait.. it was her cum! With slow, deliberate jerks, she squeezed out more that started to coat the top of her paw, but soon it started drizzling onto the pavement, the longer she kept going.. It seemed she had an endless supply and libido.. he wanted that too.

"H-how is that.. how can you stay hard like that..W..Why is yours so big? I.. Is it normal that so much comes out? I.. I only fill up half a spoon.. I- Whh~HHa!" He gasped as her left hand had undone the button of his trousers, which slipped down to his ankles, again he'd frozen up, unable to move as she peeled down his soaked undergarment to reveal his flacid cumcoated ratcock.

"Such a cutie.. but if you want to really get the ladies you want to grow some meat on your bones.. Chicks love big boys.."

Otis couldn't help but nod in agreement, even though he didn't know it yet, his subconscious knew what was about to happen before it even played out. Loraine grabbed his tiny tool between her thumb and finger and slowly started to bring it back to attention.. he could feel the blood flow into his cock as his arousal grew, when he was nearly fully hard she removed her hand and let it trob to full mast on it's own. Otis was still young, so it wasn't much, but for his age, it was already somewhat impressive, although for Otis himself, it was nothing like the ones he'd seen in his magazines.. "This will only work if you really want it.. what is your name?~" Loraine asked. "Otis!"

"Alright Otis, you have to close your eyes and picture yourself in the future or rather.. your cock.. Imagine what it would look like when you are your brother's age.. or your father's! Think of its size.. shape.. Just close your eyes and wish it to be true.. There is no limits and bounds to imagination.. anything is possible.. for tonight I shall grant you the best treat of your life and you'll be able to pull the best tricks on the unsuspecting~" Loraine almost moaned into his ear while her cumsoaked paw started to jerk him off, first just her fingers.. then a few more.. then her handpalm.. Within seconds, his organ started to rapidly gain girth and length..  from a modest 5-10cm (2 to 4 inches)..
up to a 15-17,5..20cm (6,7..8..inches). His scrotum joining in halfway.. from tiny grapes all the way to those of an orange, each forcing him to re-adjust his posture to relieve them from being squeezed between his thighs.

"Hh-hhaa..i~I'm cuumm~iiIng!" He squeeled out as tick spurts of ejaculate fired from his cock, each as volumous as his prior orgams, easily 3,5 to 4 full spoons total. His knees buckled and if it weren't for Loraine's hands holding him stead,y he would have topled over into his own puddle while spurting the remains of his orgasm across the ground.

He tried to open his eyes, but the world started spinning as if he'd been on one of those teacup rides.. he closed them again.. and by the time he opened them, Loraine was gone.. The only evidence the puddle between his legs and the residue she had spilled into the hybrid who had dissapeared to.. the cum forming some sort of crime scene chalk.. but goopier.

~ (end of Part 1/3)



When one door closes another opens..

Otis let out a groan, his head still having him experience a hangover.. Not that he knew how that felt like ,but he heard his mom complaining to his dead whenever he had too much to drink the night before. He woke to the cold press of pavement against his cheek, his vision swimming with the afterimage of Lorraine’s twitching cock, it had looked so big.. and so potent!

The alley stank of musk and spilt cum, the puddle now congealing into a sticky film beneath him. His cape was tangled around his legs, the Rat-Man mask askew—his own damp fur clung to him, the front of his costume uncomfortably stiff. The hairs in his neck stood up from a sharp ping emanating from his pocket piercing the silence within the alley.

He tried to push himself off the ground placing one of his paws in the sticky substance making him curse to himself, he tried to scrape it off on the pavement to no avail.. considering his costume was already ruined he rubbed it off on his cloak whilst fumbling for his phone with the other, the screen’s glow illuminating his trembling paws. Terry (His classmates) message glared back at him:
"Dad found my math folder.. Grounded. "

Otis wanted to message back but decided against it as it would glue all the keys together with gunk, he glanced at the time before putting it back into his pocket: 19:05. That meant he had about 2 hours before he should consider heading home.. Especially if he wanted to avoid the older bullies that tended to start their candy raids by that time. Every year they would try to swoop in like a bunch of vultures or rather seaguls to lay claim to whatever the youth had manages to loot that night. Another thing chipping away at his potentiall candy supply. Muttering to himself he considered his options, going home this early empty handed covered in suspicious white slime would definatly raise some questions.. Trying to free his friend was an equally dumb option, then again he did need to get rid of this costume.. Perhaps he could ask Terry to toss his stuff out of the window in exchange for some of his candy later, then he could still trick or treat and head back before the night raid and his fathers wrath.

Perhaps he'd score some pitty points being all alone wich might earn him more candy, and maybe Terry's costume would work even better than his own! It was decided, go to Terry, get the costume and gain some treats!

At his friends house
Terry, hey.. TERRY! Otis half-whispered half yelled, he had climbed up in the treehouse next to Terry’s window. He could see his friend sitting at his desk doing his math homework, the terrier's face in a deep frown, unresponsive to the rat outside.

Otis looked around for something to signal with, they had been learning about Morse code at school and had tried to come up with some secret hand gestures, taps, knocks and other signals to communicate with each other. They didn’t really have a language but just some basic general ‘codes’. It was dark inside the hut, but he knew exactly where to get the tools he needed. He leaned outside of the small window that faced Terry’s and felt around with his paw till he touched the branch, from there he traced it untill he found the key they hung off a nail stuck into the tree. Now to find the stache..

He pulled his phone from his pocket, his tiny paws scraping across the screen as he saw the message once more. The phones glow illuminating his dilated pupils and casting ominous shadows across his face from his muzzle. He could already picture Radíl’s smug smirk in his mind as his father would lecture him about responsibility and the risks of being out at night. Anothother faillure to add to his ever growing list.. A gust of wind rattled some of the cans that hung from a cord around the treebranch, they used these to relay messages from the treehouse to Terrys room. Brilliant! He tought to himself, he could use these once he got his friends attention.
With the phone in his paw he went back inside the hut and traced his paws along the floorboards till he found the keyhole, he opened up their secret stash of candy, and other nicknacks, including this old lantern with a few wax candles and some striking matches. He struck one and lit the candle, giving him more light to work with. He retrieved the cheatsheet from the stash and looked for the signal to open the window. Hopefully, his friend would notice the flickering light and understand. They had covered up the lantern on all sides except one, and used their paws to block off the light or reveal it, he aimed it at the window and initially used a few random flickers to see if it would catch his friends attention.. and it did! Now for the signal: OO -O- -O--O-

It took a moment of confusion on Terry's face before he hopped of his chair and opened up the window and signaled he was ready to receive the communication can. They had practiced this dozens of times and could now do so without making it bash against the wall or not reach at all. Terry cought it and brought it to his muzzle to send out his message, Otis placing it to his ear: "You could have made me do this without deciphering that stupid signal!" He whispered snappy at Otis, mostly because he was grumpy and angry for being grounded at a night like this.

"Then what took you so long?" Otis whispered back”

"What is it, why are you here if my dad finds out he'll-"

"I need your help, don't ask questions but I think I can earn some extra treats if you lend me your costume!"

Terry looked puzzled for a moment but then his face lit up with a smirk:
"You want to go by the same houses twice dressed differently aren't you? Count me in! Wait a second I'll toss it out for you."

The terrier turned away from the window and retrieved his costume, using some rubber bands from his desk to bundle them together before standing at the window: "ready? - Here!"

Otis caught the package and gave his friend a thumbs up. "See you tomorrow, now finish your schoolwork next time!”

"You sound like my father!" Replied Terry before tossing back the can and closing the window.

Otis quickly undressed and put on the new costume, which was of a cloaked figure.. A villain from the same series that Ratman came from: The Nightscare, a misterious figure known to haunt his victems and always get away no matter how long either chase, none of his victems had ever outrun him and ratman has never quite managed to catch him, Otis knew that not a single treat would escape his cluthes tonight..



Time to hunt
After Otis retrieved the ‘Nightscare’ costume from his friend, he made his way towards the next housing block. Since he didn’t want anyone to recognise him and the prior years had proved fruitful around this neighbourhood, it formed the perfect hunting ground. Unbeknownst to him, though, was the curse steadily getting worse. With each passing hour, his lust would increase. With each climax, the size and nature of his genitals would swell. Loraine had granted him his deepest desire with this wicked twist, she had injected him with a concoction of experimental drugs, and the effects of this potent mix would run out in a couple of hours or so.. midnight to be exact, but that was something for the Rat to find out on his own..
Some time later, he arrives in a calm neighbourhood. It appears only a handful of houses are showing signs of life, as most of the cars have gone. Otis stumbled forward, his paws leaving faint, damp prints on the cracked sidewalk as the orange glow of streetlights pooled around him. The distant chatter of trick-or-treaters had faded—now only the rustle of dead leaves skittering across pavement filled the silence. To his left, a flickering porch light caught his eye. The house sagged slightly, and he could see its paint peeling like sunburnt skin. Fake cobwebs and other decorations led him to believe someone had taken the extra effort to make it look spooky for the night. The screen door on its last hinge whined as it swung open-just an inch-as if someone had abandoned it mid-step.

His nose twitched, a bead of sweat trickling beneath the fur of his cheek. Curiosity got the better of him as he made his way to the door. Otis nudged the door further and stuttered a little as he announced his presence: "Trick or treaaaah-!"

A hand gripped him by the shoulder, and he quickly spun around, stumbling backwards into the crooked screen door. He was face to face with an undead horse, but as it started to giggle, he realised it was in fact a woman, rather youthful by the looks of things, with a gorgeous, athletic, hourglass figure. Her facial fur had been painted to look like that of a skull; her fur was dark, so he'd only seen the skull in the dim lighting.
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"How's that for a trick?" She gleefully asked, clearly amused at her little ruse. "I'm sorry I don't have any candy, but I hope this made your night, whats a little fella like you doing out on his own?"

"i-I"

"No worries, I won't tell anyone. Happy trick or treating! Now get away before you give it all away!" She said in a friendly, delighted way in complete contrast to her scary appearance. Utterly baffled, Otis simply let him be nudged off the property. Only when his heartbeat had settled, he decide to look for another house.
A few houses over, he can see the lights are on, so he decides to give it a shot. There is a note on the doorbell that says; "Please knock" and so he did. Greeting him is a young teenage bunnygirl with her arms full of toys; she appears a little stressed with her ruffled hair, blowing a strand out of her whisker. Her face is decorated with a pink blush powder and sparkles. Her one arm is full of toys, with a bowl of candy in her other.

"Sorry, I'm cleaning up this kid's mess before his parents get home.. I finally got him to sleep. Could you just grab a few of these candies and close the door?"
Otis's nose twitched at a sharp, floral fragrance of perfume wafting of the girl who started tapping one of her feet impatiently, a stuffed crocodile dangling dangerously from her elbow with its tail clutched in between her armpit. Its buttoned eyes glinted sinisterly, arousing something primal within him. He couldn't help but notice her young beauty. She stood there, illuminated in candlelight, casting soft shadows across her developing figure that had only the slightest traces of fat in just the right places. His claws dug into the lantern he held as he oggled the way her outfit stretched taut across her chest, it's fabric straining slightly where it hugged the swell of her breast. Another bead of sweat trickled down his temple, the vein pulsing with the increase in blood pressure from his arousal. The girl adjusted her posture, making him catch a glimpse of her perfect bunny bum stretching out the fabric of her shorts.

Overcome by mad lust, he makes a bold move, his pulse hammering in his ears as he takes a slow, predatory lick across the pad of his claw, still slightly tangy, salty and bitter from the gunk and grime in the alley. He then presented it to her, causing her nose to twitch and wrinkle as he instructed her: "Lick it" with a far deeper and raspier voice than he normally possessed.

O moment of confusion.. and silence, the candy bowl trembling in her grip with the wrappers rustling against each other like the leaves outside, she slowly..hesitantly leaned forward. Her cute pink tongue quickly darted out to take a quick lap at his nasty paw.

His other paw shot out, gripping the girls writs as he janked her forward before she could pull away. With a startled gasp, she dropped the candy bowl, it, together with its contents clattering on the floor as she stumbled against him, kicking it over again. He could feel her panty breath against his muzzle, she wasn't much taller than him, being a teenage bunny girl, as he reached to cup her hindquarter, he could feel the swell of her breast against his chest. An exchange in gaze and body heat through the thin layer of fabric separating them caused his cock to stir within his pants. The stiffening bulge is now unmistakably nudging against her thigh.
Her scrunched muzzle twisted in confusion, then her gaze darkened with realisation as her wide eyes flicked downward.

Otis’s smirk widened as he felt her pulse jump under his claws. “I think I have a better thing for you to suck on,” he murmured, his voice dripping with the same lazy confidence Radíl used on Nadia. The bunny girl’s breath hitched as he guided her paw downward, her fingers trembling against the growing heat between his legs. “Think of it as a… pacifier of sorts.” His long rat tail flicked against the doorframe. “We wouldn’t want the little cub to wake up now, do we?” 

Her muzzle parted in a silent gasp as his other claw hooked into the waistband of her shorts, the fabric straining under his grip. The bunny girl's breath hitched as his claws dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, the sudden pressure making her knees buckle. Before she could protest, Otis yanked her shorts down in one rough motion, the elastic waistband snapping against her fur as it pooled around her ankles. His other paw slid up the curve of her backside, kneading the plush swell her ass and the fluff of her bunny tail with possessive squeezes that drew a whimper from her sparkled muzzle.

Then a pressure. His paw clamped over the back of her skull, forcing her down with a jerk that sent her sprawling to her knees, the wooden floorboards creaking under her sudden weight. Instinctively, albeit slightly forced, she went to her knees, her hands trembling as she undid his underpants, causing his massive erection to bump right onto her sparkling button nose. She gasped in shock at its sheer size, already slick with precum that glistened in the flickering candlelight. Her nostrils flared at the musky scent, her pink tongue darting out instinctively.. then freezing as if remembering herself the reality of the situation.

Otis’s claws tightened in her fur, forcing her muzzle closer until her breath hitched against his throbbing length. “Go on,” he purred, voice thick with mocking sweetness. “Don’t be shy.”

Her tongue flicked out again.. tentative, testing, before she pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the tip.

Otis’s claws dug deeper into her scalp as he shoved her muzzle down with a sharp thrust, forcing his full length into the bunny girl’s throat in one brutal stroke. Her painted eyes bulged, the whites flashing as her gag reflex seized, a wet, choked sound vibrating against his shaft as her tongue convulsed beneath him. Strings of saliva snapped between her lips and his base, her nostrils flaring wide as she fought for air.

She desperately scrabbled at his thighs, blunt paws gripping through his costume, but he only ground her deeper. The swollen head of his cock was nudging against the tight ring of her oesophagus, reaching far deeper than it would have without its enhanced growth.

Her throat convulsed around him in desperate, fluttering spasms, almost inviting the cockhead in further.. The warm, wet, and so tight feeling of the frantic pulse from her jugular against his shaft. A high-pitched whine escaped her painted muzzle, muffled by the obscene bulge stretching her cheeks. As tears welled at the corners of her widened eyes, the candlelight caught the slick trail of drool dripping from her chin, pooling between her trembling thighs, where her cotton panties were clinging to the damp fur beneath.

Otis let out a ragged groan as her throat clenched around him, the desperate contractions only fueling his hunger. His hips jerked forward, grinding her muzzle into the coarse fur at his base until her nose pressed flush against him, her whiskers twitching against his skin. A guttural sob vibrated through her as tears streaked the carefully applied makeup beneath her lashes, smearing the glittery pink blush across her cheeks. The bunny girl’s paws fluttered weakly against his thighs, but he only tightened his grip on her skull, holding her in place as he rocked shallowly into the constricting heat.

The bunny girl’s eyes fluttered, her pink irises rolling back as her suckling grew sluggish and weak. Wet noises escaping her stuffed muzzle between shallow, choking breaths. Her paws, which had been clawing weakly at his thighs, now hung limp at her sides, her fingers twitching as her consciousness faltered. Tears carved glistening tracks through her smeared makeup, her lashes now sticking together in clumps as her body sagged against him, held up only by the brutal grip in her fur and the thick intrusion down her throat.

His hips stuttered forward in insistent, possessive thrusts, each movement dragging a wet gag from her ruined throat as her body convulsed around him. The bunny girl’s tongue lolled between slack lips, her breath coming in ragged, whistling bursts through her nose—each exhale a hot, damp shudder against his fur. A thick strand of drool stretched from her chin to his base, swaying obscenely with every jerk of his cock deeper into her spasming gullet. Her eyelashes fluttered-half-lidded. Completely at his mercy, a fresh tear rolled down her cheek, cutting through more of the smeared glitter.

Otis’s hips bucked violently as his cock swelled, the veins along his shaft pulsing against the bunny girl’s convulsing throat. A primal snarl tore from his muzzle as the first thick rope of cum shot straight down her oesophagus. The hot and viscous liquid forced a wet, strangled gag from her stuffed muzzle. Her throat fluttered desperately around him, swallowing reflexively, but the sheer volume overwhelmed her. His seed oozed past her spasming muscles in gloopy strands, mixing with the frothy saliva already coating her tongue. It drizzled down like thick molasses, smearing the entirety of her throat. That which couldn't be swallowed started to come back out to drizzle from her chin. The bunny girl’s nostrils flared wide, her chest heaving uselessly as the sticky flood clogged her airway.

Her painted eyes rolled back completely, the whites gleaming in the candlelight as her body jerked in weak, spastic twitches. Every muscle locked in helpless submission. Otis’s claws flexed possessively in her fur, forcing her deeper as another thick pulse of cum surged into her, the viscous heat flooding her windpipe in a sickening rush; her barely conscious form failing to realise the invasion of her lungs, she would have started coughing but only managed to take it. Her throat bulged obscenely, the swollen outline of his shaft visible beneath her fur as his seed overflowed. Now trickling from her flared nostrils in sticky rivulets that mingled with her tears and saliva. A final, shuddering gag wracked her body as she convulsed against him, her paws twitching at her sides like a broken doll’s.
Her body slumped bonelessly against his thighs, her painted muzzle smudging against his costume with his twitching cock spurting the last ropes of cum. It seeped from her nostrils in thick, glistening strands. Otis exhaled through clenched teeth, his claws flexing in her tangled fur as he ground his hips forward one last time, forcing the swollen head of his cock deeper until her windpipe gave a wet, final protesting gurgle. The bunny girl’s tongue lolled, her pink irises reduced to thin slivers beneath fluttering lids as drool and seed pooled between her slack lips.
Otis’s claws uncurled from her fur with a sticky sound, releasing the bunny girl’s limp body as she crumpled forward. Her muzzle hit the floorboards with a wet thud. A thick strand of cum and saliva still connected her parted lips to his twitching cock, swaying obscenely before snapping against her smeared cheek. Her chest hitched a wet, rattling gasp as her lungs fought for air as if she'd just been pulled out of a pool from drowning, her pink, rimmed nostrils flaring wide. The glitter on her cheeks had turned to a clumpy paste, mixing with tears and the viscous white still oozing from her nose.

Otis’ nostrils flared as the scent of sugar and doe musk hit him.. there on the pavement! Wobbling on high heels was an oblivious pink-clad bimbo doe in a barbie dress. Her candy bag swinging as she hummed to herself. Otis' grin split wider, similar to the villainous Nightscare as he melted into the shadows, his engorged cock pulsing in time with her clueless footsteps.

One heartbeat—she paused to adjust her glittery purse.
Two—his claws flexed, saliva dripping from his fangs.
Then he lunged.

The doe shrieked as he grabbed onto her and pulled her back, tackling her into the nearby hedges, her lantern smashing against the pavement as his weight pinned her.
The doe’s candy bag burst open as she hit the dirt, lollipops scattering like brittle bones across the pavement. Her squeal choked off when his paw clamped over her muzzle, claws pricking the plush pink fur of her barbied cheeks. A few thorned branches tore at her cheap nylon dress, the ripped fabric revealing swollen teats already beading with terrified musk.

Otis snarled against her twitching ear, his free paw raking down her flank—hooks of black keratin shredding ribbons from her costume until the damp heat between her thighs hit the cold air. Her legs kicked uselessly, one stiletto snapping off as she thrashed, the scent of her panic thickening like syrup in his nostrils.

Otis’s claws dug into the doe's hips as he flipped her onto her stomach with a guttural growl, her torn dress riding up to expose the damp lace clinging to her quivering backside. Her panties were soaked through.. whether from fear or his own musk-polluted influence, he didn’t care. The fabric is sheer enough to show the swollen, flushed lips beneath.. she was in heat. A choked whimper escaped her as he ground his throbbing length against her, the precum-slick ridge of his cockhead catching on the lace with every rutting thrust. The lace tore with a wet snap as he forced himself between her thighs, her body jerking forward with a muffled scream. His claws anchored into the plush fur of her hips, dragging her back onto his cock in one brutal stroke. Once the lace tore he slid in.. Her walls caved.. still she was too tight, too hot, her flesh yielding in ragged pulses as he split her open. Her squeals vibrated against his palm, her throat working around nothing but the taste of his sweat and her own terror. The doe’s legs trembled, her remaining stiletho digging useless grooves into the dirt as he pistoned into her, each thrust stretching the ruined lace deeper into her folds. he was already dumping copious amounts of cum into her fertile folds without even achieving a real climax..

With a wet tear of fabric, Otis ripped the remains of her dress away, turning her around, pinning her teats against the cold ground as he mounted her for another merciless round, her screams dissolving into choked sobs. Her fur glistened with sweat and spit, her swollen nipples scraping against the dirt as he slammed into her with feral abandon.

Otis dragged his claws down her shuddering spine, forcing her deeper into the brush as his knot swelled inside her again. She froze like a deer in headlights. Her body convulsing under the relentless flood of his seed. With a bestial snarl, Otis flipped her onto her back, pinning her broken stilettos against her own swollen belly as he mounted her for another round.

With a bestial snarl, Otis flipped her onto her back, pinning her broken stilettos against her own swollen belly as he mounted her for another round. The doe’s breath came in ragged, whistling gasps as her spine arched against a few prickly torns, her ruined dress peeling away like a candy wrapper beneath his claws. His cock pulsed inside her. Still slick with her own juices, the torn lace and his last violent release, the swollen knot at his base already threatening to lock. Her teats bounced with each brutal thrust, her fur matted with sweat and spit as he leaned down to sink his fangs ever so slightly into the trembling curve of her throat. The poor doe-girl's hands scrabbled at the dirt, her hips bucking in a futile attempt to escape before his knot swelled inside her, locking her in place with a guttural growl. Her body convulsed beneath him, he took some of her torn panties and forced it into her maw; his paw clamped over her muzzle as he attempted to knot inside her, locking them together as her muffled moans dissolved into weak, shuddering whimpers.

Her body clenched around him in a futile spasm as his knot forced past her ruined entrance, the swollen bulge stretching her to the point of splitting. The doe’s scream dissolved into a wet, shuddering whimper—her throat vibrating against his palm. His claws dug deeper into her hips, grinding her pelvis flush against his as the knot locked, her inner walls fluttering in frantic, involuntary pulses around his throbbing length.

With a final, possessive growl, Otis withdrew from the doe’s quivering body, her slick thighs trembling as his knot slipped free with a lewd pop. He snatched her torn panties from the grass, the lace sticky with her arousal, and shoved the wad of fabric between her slack jaws, muffling her whimpers. Her candy-glossed lips strained around the makeshift gag as he flipped her onto her belly. He used her own shredded bra as a means to bind her wrists against the small of her back.

Suddenly, Otis's ears twitch at the sharp click of a door nearby, his muzzle lifting from the doe’s sweat-slicked neck with a wet snarl. A gaggle of teenagers spilt onto the sidewalk, their laughter bright and oblivious, their candy bags swinging as they shuffled toward the next house. But his slit-pupiled gaze locked onto the silhouette behind the half-drawn curtains.. an avian woman, her feathered outline backlit by the flickering glow of a TV screen. The doe beneath him whimpered, her bound wrists twisting weakly against her shredded bra restraints, but Otis was already rising, his monstrous cock glistening under the streetlamp’s orange haze.

Otis’s tail lashed as he stalked toward the avian’s house, his claws flexing with each silent step across the dew-slick lawn. The broken asphalt crunched underfoot as he reached the side window, his reflection warping in the glass, the Nightscare costume reflecting in the moonlight. His engorged cock twitched against his thigh, still dripping the doe’s juices onto the overgrown plants as he reared back and drove his fist through the window in a shower of glittering shards. The avian woman spun toward the sound, her feathers flaring as the television’s blue glow caught the terror in her wide, glassy eyes.

The avian’s scream died in her throat as Otis’s paw choked off her windpipe.. her wings flapping uselessly against the wall. Behind him, the bound doe thrashed weakly in the grass, her muffled cries drowned out by the sound of Otis’s growl as he pinned the avian firmer against the wall. His cock throbbed against her feathered thigh, leaving a glistening smear of seed and saliva as he ground against her. She was taller than him.. and definitely older too which excited him even more.

In the bush, the doe's muffled screams hitched into frantic, nasal whines as she twisted against her restraints, the torn lace of her panties digging deeper into the corners of her mouth with each jerking motion. Her candy-sticky fingers flexed uselessly against the small of her back, the shredded bra straps biting angry crimson lines into her wrists as she arched to glimpse the horror unfolding through the shattered window.

Otis’s claws raked down the avian’s feathered chest before dragging her thrashing body to the floor. Her terrified chirps were only choked off when she got too loud. Her beak clicked uselessly whenever he did, especially as he forced her legs apart with his knee. The younger boys grin, twisted in the dim light, saliva dripping from his fangs as he snarled and picked her up again, making him face the wall casting their shadows.

Otis’s nostrils flared as the avian’s musky scent filled his lungs—ripe, fertile, begging to be ruined. Her tail feathers trembled beneath his grasp, the plumes spreading in instinctive invitation even as her body shuddered in protest. The boys grin split wider as he ground his swollen length against her slick cloaca, the swollen flesh yielding beneath his relentless pressure. Then he drove his swollen cock, knot and all, into her with one brutal thrust, pushing all the way into her sweltering cloaca.

The avian’s body convulsed as Otis’s knot swelled inside her, her feathered thighs twitching against his hips in helpless spasms. Her beak parted in a silent scream as his cock pulsed, thick ropes of seed flooding her clenching depths, each jet hotter than the last. The television’s flickering glow caught the tears streaking her downy cheeks, her wings spayed uselessly on her sides. Then for a moment it seemed his assault had stopped as he recovered from his climax, she took the moment to make a run for it but could only crawl so far before the knot tugged her back, another tug and she was free. 

Frantically, she rushed towards the door, she opened it and just as she took her first step and attempted to scream she felt the air crushed out of her lungs when she was pinned onto the wooden porch with immense force.

The avian’s shuddered when she felt his grasp and the insane bloated tip of the monster cock forcing her delicate walls to stretch beyond nature’s intent. Her talons scraped the porch wood, claws catching in the grooves as his thrusts grew erratic. Each snap of his hips was punctuated by the slick slap of flesh and the creak of the swaying streetlamp above them. He could feel her nethers vibrating as her body betrayed her, inner muscles fluttering in involuntary pulses around his invading girth.

With a final, gasping scream, the avian mustered her strength and slammed her wings against Otis's ribs—the hollow bones striking with surprising force. He snarled as the impact sent him stumbling backward, his claws scraping furrows in the porch wood as he fought for balance. The streetlamp's dying bulb pulsed erratically, casting jagged shadows across her trembling form as she scrambled onto all fours into the grass, desperate to get away. She made a cry for help but otis was soon upon her again pushing her beak into the dirt.

Otis’s muzzle twisted into a snarl as he wrenched the avian’s head back by her crest feathers, her beak grinding into the damp earth. The scent of upturned soil and crushed grass mingled with the musk of her terror as he mounted her again, his engorged shaft glistening under the flickering streetlamp. Her wings flapped weakly, dislodged feathers catching in the breeze as he forced her tail higher, the now barbed tip of his cock prodding at her abused entrance. She let out a choked murmur.. half protest, half surrender as he speared into her with a single brutal thrust, her body bending beneath his weight.

The avian’s scream tore through the night, raw and ragged, as her talons raked crimson welts across Otis’s furred thighs. Her wings thrashed against the dew-slick grass, she fought till her last breath, her beak gnashing at the air in desperate, uncoordinated strikes. The streetlamp’s dying light caught the panicked whites of her eyes, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks as his knot forced her open again—wider this time, wider than any of the eggs she'd lay in her lifetime. The barbed ridges of his cock dragging her tender flesh with every merciless thrust.

Otis snarled, pressing his full weight onto her back, grinding her beak deeper into the dirt as his knot swelled inside her, locking them together with a sickening squelch. Her muffled shriek vibrated through his palm, her body arching in futile resistance as his barbed cock pulsed, each ridge catching on her trembling inner walls. The avian's wings flapped weakly against the wet grass, scattering loose feathers that stuck to the sweat-slick fur of his thighs. Her talons dug into the earth, claws carving ragged furrows in the mud as his knot stretched her beyond bearing, the swollen flesh throbbing with each hot jet of seed that flooded her depths.
Suddenly, a shocked gasp nearby caught his attention. He turned to see a voluptuous milfy mouse standing next to her car, watching the scene unfold. His heart raced with excitement and anticipation. He needed to act quick. With a violent tug, he tried to free himself from the avian woman's body, but his cock had grown considerably again as his climax passed, and his knot now obscene. It took considerable effort to tug free. As he rushed the other woman, she let out a muffled scream, trying to fight back. But it was too late.

Otis pinned her against the hood of her car, his clawed fingers digging into her soft flesh. The milfy mouse fumbled for her car keys, eyes wide with horror, as Otis's knot already swelled again in anticipation. His muzzle twisted into a snarl, revealing his sharp fangs, and he lunged forward, capturing her trembling lips in a brutal kiss. She tasted of fear and desperation, and he savoured it as he forced her legs apart, his engorged shaft pressing against her already soaked panties.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice muffled by his sloppy kiss. "Stop."

But he didn't stop. Instead, he ripped her panties off with a savage growl, revealing her soaked pussy to his hungry gaze.

The milf's trembling increased as she felt his hot breath on her cooch. With a violent shove he proceeded to mount her, burying his clawed fingers deep into her tangled hair. She let out a muffled scream as he positioned himself at her entrance, his engorged shaft as thick as her calf. With a force that belied his small size, Otis thrust into her, his knot crashing into her lower lips with the very tip of his shaft kissing at her cervix. The milf's eyes rolled back in her head, a mix of pain and pleasure etched on her features.

He panted harshly, sweat beading on his brow from the exertion. His small frame shook as he rutted into her, each thrust growing more desperate, more animalistic. Not that she was much taller than him, in fact, she seemed similar to the bunny girl from before.. He savoured the feeling of her slick walls gripping him, the velvety folds clinging to his knot demanding entry as he pumped seed into her. But his cock never went soft. It swelled again, harder, thicker, demanding more. He needed more. He needed everything.

Otis leaned down, his fangs grazing her neck as he whispered in her ear. "You like that, don't you?" He growled, his voice deep and menacing beneath the mask. "You like being taken by a rat, don't you?"

The milf trembled beneath him, her body aching with each thrust. She tried to nod, but his grasp prevented her from doing so. Otis chuckled darkly, his clawed fingers digging into her hips.
"Good," he purred, his eyes glinting with malice. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

His clawed fingers dug deeper into her hips, thumbs placed directly onto her ovaries. "Will get you a pack of true rodents soon.. Where are the others? I don't believe its your only daughter there down the street.. She'll have a lot more babies to sit for when your due.." The milf whimpered, her voice hoarse from her moaning as his knot relentlessly battered at her cunt, demanding utter submission.

His fingers continued to play with her tummy, causing her ovaries to react in an unnatural way, somehow releasing multiple eggs for him to seed. He could already imagine them swelling in her abdomen as they grew into his bastard sons. He wanted to take them all, to breed her properly.. He savored the feeling of her slick walls gripping him, the velvety folds clinging to his cock and kissing his knot, demanding entry as it passively pumped seed into her. But his cock never went soft. It swelled again, harder, thicker..

Otis's claws scraped against the car's hood as his hips pistoned faster, the milf's thighs quivering around his thickening knot. Her muffled sobs turned into shuddering gasps as his barbs caught behind her cervix, causing it to swell, each backward pull stretching her beyond reason before slamming home again. The scent of her arousal mixed with his musk, thick and cloying in the humid night air. 
His tail lashed behind him as his balls churned, another torrent of seed surging up his shaft—but instead of relief, the pressure only mounted. Veins bulged along his length as his cock swelled another agonising inch, the milf's pussy fluttering around him in overwhelmed protest. With a savage snarl, Otis arched his back and drove forward in one brutal motion, his obscenely swollen knot forcing past her resisting entrance with a wet pop. The milf's scream tore through the night as her body bowed off the car hood.  He could feel it the moment his tapered tip fully breached her cervix - that impossibly tight ring of muscle yielding beneath his relentless pressure, her inner walls fluttering in panicked protest as her body betrayed her. Her belly visibly distended beneath his clawed fingers as he bottomed out, his throbbing length now buried to the hilt inside her womb.

Otis let out a guttural growl as his pushed again cock pulsing inside her, his swollen knot locking them together as his seed flooded her womb in thick, relentless spurts. The milf’s body convulsed beneath him, her inner walls clamping down in involuntary spasms as her belly swelled further with each scalding deposit. Her squeaked cries were silenced by his paw. His breath came in ragged pants against her ear, hot and damp beneath the half mask of nightscare as his other claw flexed possessively against her distended stomach.

Her womb convulsed around him, her body’s desperate attempt to expel the invading heat only milking him deeper, forcing another thick, molten rope of seed into her already overstuffed belly. His claws dug crescent moons into her hips as his knot pulsed, locking them together while his cock twitched inside her—each throb sending fresh waves of sticky warmth flooding past her battered cervix. The milf’s thighs trembled violently, her slick dripping down his swollen balls as her cunt clenched in useless resistance, her inner walls fluttering like a trapped heartbeat around his unrelenting girth.

Otis chuckled darkly as his claws traced the swollen curve of her belly, now visibly rounded beneath his touch. The milf's eyes widened in horrified realisation as her once-trim waistline now pushed outward in a soft muffin top, her skin stretched taut over his growing seed. "Ohhh yeah..." he purred, grinding his hips in slow circles to watch her belly jiggle with each movement, "We'll fill you with a whole pack, alright."

Her muffled whimper vibrated against his pawpads as his knot twitched inside her, still locked deep. He could feel her womb spasming, already overstuffed yet still greedily milking him for more.

The milf’s body jerked as another thick pulse of seed forced its way into her, her belly swelling further, the skin stretched glossy and tight beneath his claws. A high, keening whine escaped her gag as her womb struggled to contain the impossible flood, her hips twitching in helpless little spasms against the car hood. Otis’s cock throbbed in response, his knot flexing like a second heartbeat inside her, locking them together as his balls churned with yet another load.

The milf’s belly quivered beneath his claws, her once-flat stomach now taut and rounded—stretched obscenely by the sheer volume flooding her depths. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her fur as her body betrayed her, hips bucking weakly against the car hood in involuntary little jerks, her inner walls fluttering in perverse harmony with his pulsing knot. Otis pressed his claws deeper into the milf’s swollen belly, savouring the way her overstretched flesh dimpled beneath his grip. A broken whimper escaped her gag as he ground his knot in slow, torturous circles, each rotation making her inner walls flutter around his still-throbbing length. His breath hitched as her cunt clenched reflexively, her body’s resistance only milking another thick pulse of seed from his aching cock. Her belly jiggled beneath his touch, the skin stretched so tight he could see the faint outline of his own swollen shaft pressing up from within her womb.

The milf thrashed helplessly beneath him, her muffled screams vibrating against the gag as his claws dug deeper into her swollen belly, marking her as his breeding bitch. Her thighs trembled violently, slick with arousal despite her terror, as his knot flexed inside her with another possessive pulse. Otis snarled in satisfaction, watching her belly ripple obscenely with each fresh spurt he forced into her overstuffed womb-her skin stretched so tight now he could see the faint outline of his twitching cock bulging beneath. Her back arched off the car hood as another thick load surged into her, her cunt fluttering in helpless, rhythmic spasms around his girth.

The milf’s entire body seized as the overwhelming climax tore through her, her back arching off the car hood in a violent spasm. Her womb convulsed around Otis’s monstrously swollen cock, her cervix stretching impossibly wider as another surge of molten seed forced its way deeper. His claws dug into her quivering belly, the flesh now stretched to near-translucency, the outline of his pulsing shaft fading beneath the taut skin.

Otis snarled as his own climax ripped through him, his cock swelling to its final, grotesque size—forcing her cervix to yield completely as a second knot locked them together in a brutal, unbreakable seal.
Her vision whited out as her womb surrendered completely, the sheer pressure of his swollen knot locking deep inside her sending shockwaves of delirious pleasure through her overtaxed nerves. Her body convulsed in helpless little jerks, every muscle tensing and releasing in erratic spasms as his seed churned hot and thick inside her distended belly..

[To be... continued??]
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