Between a Roc ------------- "Huff." The same noise she'd been making for what seemed like the last hour, although given the state of her brain, her sense of time was probably not to be trusted. She cursed herself once more. "Dog gets lost in park." It felt like she was the butt of a joke that wrote itself. If only it were actually a funny matter. Munne lifted her head from being buried in her hands, the Lycanroc's spiky mane bouncing back as she leaned against the bench. With glazed-over eyes and clenched teeth, she quivered as the tiniest motions of her legs set of a firework in her synapses. The balls confined in her shorts churning audibly. Her knotted shaft throbbing, pulling on the blouse barely being held in place by her claws, gushing another spurt of precum onto her chest. She didn't dare to check how ready she looked to join a wet T-shirt contest at this point. She inhaled sharply, before sighing out again. "Huff." Her lust-addled mind slowly put together the pieces. No way she was going to get back like this. Really, just sitting around could get her in trouble if someone else found the labyrinthine path here. Better wait for nightfall. Wob. Maybe she could find a spot amongst the bushes and trees to at least drain a little and hide. Wob wob. She'd missed entire crossings in this proto-jungle, surely a dainty 'roc wouldn't stand out as long as she could keep the noise of her nuts down and the thick, steaming wob of her wob wob over wob wob wob wob wob. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her thoughts got lost in the rhythmic wobbling. She clung onto the seat of the bench and breathed in to try and re-order herself with some fresh air. Her claws dug into the wood like nails driven through it. Her sprawled out form contracted, back straightening and feet planted on the ground, ready to strike. Her head snapped forward and her vision focused on the thick, heavy rear bouncing in a pair of yoga pants that could barely handle such abuse. The sweet scent of the Clefable girl activating just about everything she'd been trying to suppress; simultaneously, at full force. A low growl gurgled from her throat, rivaled by the churning of her sack dropping by a good foot from newly-produced weight. Fabric tearing as her cock feed itself with a hefty thump onto her thighs whose muscles tensed up for the pounce. The odd vibrations tingling her wings and the deep rumbles undercutting her beats made Linette stop and turn by about four degrees, before she was slammed into the dirt path by a sudden, violent impact that pushed the air from her lungs. With stars in her vision, she barely saw her wireless earphones bounce into the underbrush in opposite directions and her handbag tumbling away, craning her head back at the assailant on top of her. Crazed red eyes staring her even further down than she already was. Sharp teeth on full display, grinding against each other as drool dripped from them. Scraps of clothes hanging along shoulders and neck, bare breasts still wobbling from the tackle. And while she couldn't see it, she could hear the dull throbbing of the four-foot long, rock-hard cock pulsing. The sheer heat emanating from it blasting onto her back and the steam rising framing the Lycanroc's face in wisps of its fog. She tried to push herself up, but her limbs didn't move an inch. "Don't fight back, I'll only go even harder on you." The voice was beastly and thoroughly intimidating, every word dripping with need. "Save your energy for trying not to get fucked to shreds." Munne backed up her recommendation with the softest hump of her hips she could muster in this state. The yoga pants weren't an obstacle, their threads pulling apart without managing to put as much as hitch into her descent. The Clefable's thick thighs were spread as the shaft even thicker than them rammed itself in-between, stretching out the inner walls so violently that she could hear them strain. Pulsing, red 'roc cock plunged down into her at breakneck speeds, the bulge on her belly not lifting her, but outright digging itself into the ground, the force of the motion sending a rush of air blowing over her, making her lower her head until the impact of the hips slamming into her rear like a truck. Her spine arched and she let out a squeal that burned in her throat, but the resounding thwack of the thrust being so suddenly interrupted totally drowned it out. The smack against her cheeks echoing for miles around, grass rustling, leaves falling and birds taking off from the ear-piercing noise. The earth shook as the pair of nuts crashed down afterwards, veritable craters forming where they landed. Linette's fingers dug into the mass pushing from her gut out and nestling between her breasts. With blurry vision from watery eyes she peered at the pulsing protrusion from within, gasping before a sudden surge sent the tip smacking into her jaw. Her limbs twitched as the cunt-crushing monster put on another foot in size. The grip on her shoulders got stronger, the raspy breaths deeper and the snaps of tattered clothes tearing further told her far more than she wanted to know about how much the breed-hungry beast had in her. Without giving her a moment of respite, Munne already reared up for the next thrust, every inch of the now five and a half feet of meat made her body jerk and spasm, strained muscles contracting around what they couldn't hope to continue taking, her senses clouding in the overload of raw, sexual force wailing on her with every instant, heave and motion. "Nrrf... for such a loose slut you act like you're getting reamed properly for the first time." The thrust next came down with a meteoric impact, slamming into Lin's rear with a pelvis-smashing thoom. Her small frame was wrapped around the canine member burying itself deep inside her, her shape melding closely to its every vein, stretching out her gut so far that the rest of her laid on the body-sized shaft within her. The remnants of her clothes weren't nearly as resilient, pulling apart at the seams. She moaned, eyes crossed and dilated, her hands helplessly pushing into the beast swelling bigger with each violent contraction, while the no less beastly owner rose up higher overhead, a hulking, wolven monstrosity gripping the tiny fairy in her powerful mitts. And terrifyingly, she was still sinking further into relentless lust, pitting Linette against the impossible odds of satisfying a behemoth quickly heading to be twice her size. "Keep it together, cocksleeve, don't break before you make me blow or I'll split you in two." The huge digits wrapped themselves around her body, Munne readjusting her stance, leaning over the fucktoy-sized Clefable quivering at the brink of her destruction. One claw dug itself into the ground for support and the other held her target in place as she reared back. She took a heavy breath and then plowed forward, really starting her rut in earnest. The pink condom pulled tight, straining further and further, the red hue of her cock visible through the ever thinner surface. Her legs spreading farther apart as her hips snapped at the impact. Her arms flailed wildly as she was dragged along what had to be 10 feet of dickmeat pushing to meet in the middle, bottoming her out at a knot that she could have laid on easily, were she not currently little more a layer of cling wrap. "Get that in you, fuckmeat." The Lycanroc rammed it into her with a smack that made the surrounding trees rustle. "What kind of worthless toy walks around with an ass like that and can't take a proper railing." Her nuts slammed in from behind like a pair of wrecking balls, smashing her pelvis and legs into utter ruination. "Grrghh... I'm gonna use you up." Lin felt herself being pulled in whatever direction the violently contracting member shifted, all the way to the flared tip. What little control of her limbs she still had was totally occupied with convulsing from the chaotic sensory overload. "Rrrhh... breed you apart, slut." A cock twice her size was simply too much to take at once. Her belly couldn't stretch out fast enough, but the relentless battering-ram-like thrust and the merciless grip on her body didn't negotiate. Under a series of pops and snaps, Linette's spine bent along the shaft, her shape deforming around the pillar of flesh forcing itself deep into her. "Sleeve..." She gasped as the knot crashed against her. There was no way it was going in, at least not with her in one piece. "Grrrr... rrrhh... **break.**" The lycan beast gave in to her overwhelming need. Her back hunched, teeth bared under an animalistic snarl, her tongue hanging down as she panted in the hot, thick air. The gentle treatment of her toy lost on her thoughts full-on overtaken by the unstoppable hunger to breed, she ramped up the force and frequency of her rut rapidly. Her hand sliding the sleeve over her shaft, hardly even a masturbation aid and more simply an overstretched condom squealing exasperated with every motion. Her hips rhythmically pounding into the portable hole, each impact causing the entire area to shake, the thooming crashes resounding for miles. Her vocalizations now only low, savage growls and grunts from a single-minded monster, her breath heavy and making the mists around her swirl in twisting shape with every exhalation. The thrusts became ever faster, more erratic, more brutal and bestial by the moment, dead-set on railing the tattered cocksock into strips. Then she let out a bellowing, roaring howl. Her spine arched, both her paws clung to her plaything and grasped with full force. Consciousness snapped back into Lin as she felt herself wrap tightly around the entirety of the canine cock, the knot locking into place right before flaring up, the shaft violently contracting as the churning, thundering nuts pumped a terrifying load aimed directly into her. It hardly even took a single droplet to fill her womb to the brim, her gut bulging with a reservoir of seed. The strength of the first rope stretched her out by another three feet at least before rushing back. She ballooned up, her form bloating from the exact contours of 'roc dick into a cum blimp in seconds, the overpressure making its way around the knot and spraying out with such force that it painted everything behind her in a layer of white. But the shot kept going. Getting stronger. The pressure rising. Linette tried to gulp but couldn't. She clenched her lips shut as her throat bulged, her cheeks rounding out and stretching so thin that their contents were visible through the translucent skin. Viscous, ivory streams ran, then sprayed, then out of her nose. Her eyes rolled back as her tears turned into billowing masses gushing down her face. Her ears ringing with the chaotic tides, the creaking and thundering of pathways being pulled wide inside her head before the floods came pouring from there as well. And finally, there was no holding it in anymore, her jaw snapping open with such force that it unhinged outright, unleashing a thick deluge blowing from her mouth like a broken fire hydrant. Despite violently blasting from seven holes in the front and two in the back, it wasn't nearly enough to mitigate the immense volumes unloading into her. She surged wider and rose up higher as Munne continued to slam her hips into the cum balloon billowing out before her, each thrust amplifying the already unhinged output even further, her balls only swelling more instead of showing any sign of emptying. The bloated blob came to rival her own size, her paws digging into the rippling mass, the straining skin pushed far beyond its safe limits, pulled so tight that the raging tides beneath were visible through the millimeter-thin surface. It simply couldn't bear the load. She rammed in once more. The geysers from the holes doubled in volume and strength, snapping trees and lightposts messily in half. Another thrust. The noises from her condom became louder than those of her nuts, an ominous cacophony of creaks and groans of a cumsleeve at its absolute breaking point. She pulled herself out as far as she could - and then, without relent, slammed back in with all the force she could muster. Her toy detonated with a blast that shook the entire park. Seed blowing sky-high, rushing outwards and across the path, washing away the accursed jungle under violent tides of white. Munne's body relaxed - and then roared once more as the second rope began. ----- "Can't believe you're *that* big of a slut." Lin opened her eyes, recoiling a little as she saw the Lycanroc standing over her, arms crossed under her bust. "Carrying a max revive around just in case you wanna get yourself reamed apart? Almost impressive." With a groan, she took the handbag held in front of her and stumbled to her feet. She looked dizzily at a wreckage of white as far as the eye could see. It made her dizzy, she almost lost her balance, but was grabbed before she fell. Her jelly-like legs started sliding along the ground as Munne dragged her behind, humming happily as she headed for the now clearly visible park exit where fresh clothes were already being handed out to everyone struck by the disastrous flood. "I'm *definitely* taking you home for round two! You're gonna get pumped you so full of pups you'll be the nation's number one breeder." The Clefable inhaled ready to rebut, but failed to formulate anything, resorting instead to a defeated "huff."