She was good at running, and making her way through things. Just because she was `bad' at puzzles didn't mean she didn't like certain kinds, and maybe there was a memory in her somewhere of a corn maze when she was very young, and well.
The vine suddenly wrapping around her ankle dashed all that away. Anyone watching her would *have* to appreciate the saga of a twelve-year-old's eyes going wide, looking down. Going wider at the sight of the floral *maw* unfurling. Her expression changed to just the perfect look of scared-girl-in-a-horror movie, but then the vine YANKED, and instead of an appropriate-to-the-moment scream she yipped! Plenty audible to the rest of the group!
Less so the rustling noise as she was pulled so suddenly down, and she did not in fact get lucky. Her own fault, someone might say, drawing one leg back to try and kick at the thing. It meant one pretty athletic leg went straight into waiting maw first, and the next YIP that came out of her was from her being wrenched into quite the split.
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But of course if everything just went dark, that would have been no fun for anybody watching! So instead Pity got to see everything quite clearly, as she got pulled deeper into the waiting slick, hot maw. Down far enough her painfully-positioned leg was only visible outside from the calf up! But then, there was no thick stalk emerging from the top to contrast her leg against.
Which the audience would only have to wonder about for a few seconds as Pity got dragged slightly deeper. And the hole at the center of the flower opened wider, a red-tinted thing looming up, shivering rapidly like a kind of snake even as the `yote had been battering her fists against the closed petals, trying to punch and push and claw.
She felt the thick stalk's feathery bits brush her toes, looked down. And just had time to scream before it darted UP, and her noise cut off in the familiar noise of Pity going GLURCK! as something thick and long buried itself right into her throat. She even did the idiot-looking cross-eyed thing!
And only then did all the smaller wriggling tentacles leap into action. Half a dozen diving into her shirt from above and below, forms visibly squirming and sliding around before curling out, stretching the fabric, straining it, until rrRRRRIIP! So much for that t-shirt \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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Her hands snapped down to grab at the thick stalk, both of them wrapped around it in a way that, coupled with how deep it was in her face, was very evocative of a much younger her seeing to a comparably big long hard thing in her throat.
Though in the videos of that activity, pink tendrils hadn't snaked out and looped rapidly around her wrists, then wrenched them off the thick pole in her face to twist her arms down and pin them to her sides.
And they certainly hadn't snaked along her torso to loop and loop around her jiggling breasts, then cinch tight, squeezing enormous-for-her-age breasts so hard that pain-stiffened nipples shivered on the ends of them.
More of the thinner pink tendrils wiggling up out of the flower, where her foot and half her calf were still exposed. Looping and cinching themselves about her ankle, and another tug saw that leg yanked downward too.
Even trussed up, Pity was still putting up a fight! Good camera angles to show her fat butt wiggling madly this way and that, the "HGNNNRRKH!" noises she made while gagging around the central tendril, somehow able to breathe past the thick stalk. The attempts at violently jerking her legs which mostly just served to wiggle her backside around harder, a moment's view from outside of the outline of it sliding along a petal.
But the pink tendrils were quite strong. She got a couple kicks into one leaf, maybe even enough to glimpse `daylight' for a moment, before a last vicious TUG wrenched her so that both her legs were pointing down, same as her face, in a way that looked like it very nearly popped her hip from the socket.
At the same time, the tendrils around her breasts and her arms tugged too, and she made a new horrified HGNRRRNK noise as the thick stalk in her mouth and throat pushed deeper. Bulging her neck all the way down to her collarbone, then past it. Amber eyes fairly bugging from her head as the tendrils tugged again, stopping sharply enough her already-swelling-from-the-squeezing breasts *bounced* and flopped.
And then nothing, for several seconds! Long enough for clearly-panicking child to start to hyperventilate, amber eyes darting around at the toothed walls, the pink plant tentacles wrapped tight around so many different parts of her (her breasts already starting to discolor), and ending up looking down at that obviously-hungry, waiting hole. So when the tentacles *twitched*, she gave a gurgly SHRIEK even before the sudden PULL.
Short and sharp, and just as sharp a sudden STOP, another violent BOUNCE-jiggle of her swollen breasts. Another PULL, and suddenly it was possible to see where that thick main stalk had gone! As it visibly made a trail under her taut belly, creeping along in a path that showed very plainly it was filling up all the `yote girl's guts.
From there, the YANKING became repetitive, shorter, sudden motions that dragged the twelve-year-old down, stopped, tugged her back maybe an inch, then YANKED her again. Fucking her face and her whole body down on the thick central stalk, as it wriggled and probed and stabbed ever further through her guts, sliding in a clear trail along under her skin, curving this way, that, straightening some coils into a single straight *tube*.
Each recoil and TUG gave her just enough leeway to bend her legs, but not enough for it to accomplish anything more than looking comical and whorish. By the time her small intestine was compressed and straightened into that single *chute*, her hair was hanging into the hole below, and she was still managing to hyperventilate, sweating and huge-eyed and her breasts bright pink even through her fur, growing darker.
The central stalk quivered. And hopefully none of her viewers were squeamish! With the way that clearly bulge of its progress all the way through her digestive system suddenly shifted, squirmed. And then began to ram back and forth! Obviously shifting all her guts with every rapid motion, getting the most remarkable HGLURK GLGNHK GLGGHK GLLGHHK GGLHK! sounds out of her.
And then it paused on the downstroke. Pity's hair all hanging into the hole, the tips of her ears just shy of it. A long, drawn-out hggggwuuuuccckkgllckk! out of her. Eyes fairly bugging from her head in panic as the stalk strained inside of her body. Relaxed. Strained, the straight tube her small intestine had become stretching a little further.
A shift of perspective, to above Pity's upward-pointing fat ass. Where that well-used but still-tight little tailhole suddenly flexed, visible underneath drawn-taut red panties. Puckered hole compressed, flexed again, compressed...and then that guttural hgueEEENNNNCK out of her pitched up into as good a horrified shriek as she could manage as teeny tweenaged tailhole flexed, puckered out, and then the stalk BURST from her asshole!
Red panties' turn to be torn to shreds as the thickest tendril stabbed up into the air, punching clear up and out of the flower and giving glimpses of Pity's fat butt, with the kind of wild flailing that would often be filmed music-video-style in porn.
Seeing her face at the same time, for those with multiple feeds, had to be a treat. The sudden look of wide-eyed horror and realization, followed by one eye wincing near shut and the other twitching madly. The central, now-slimy stalk flailing around above her, before curling around and diving back into the flower. Skidding off of her thigh and down to slap against even-more-swollen, dark red breasts, SPLAT against her face and wince that wide eye firmly shut. And only then to recoil, sliiiiding back up along her body along one pain-stiffened nipple, obscenely misshapen belly, quivering groin.
The stalk rammed down (up?) her throat made it impossible for the `yote girl to move her head very far, but she *did* still try to twist to look, once she realized what was coming! As the thick, slimy thing sliiiid along quivering brown folds, arched up like a rearing snake. And stabbed down into her remaining orifice (only three if you only count the classics!), stretching her vagina wide open and getting a new *HNNNNK!* noise out of her.
And this was a girl who'd never really been double(triple?)-penetrated before, huh? So her panicked honking made sense given the ankle-thick width of the thing jutting from her asshole and stretching her cunt near to splitting. Which also explained where she found the hysterical strength to begin to wrench her legs back from where they'd been pulled to, slowly bending knees while steadily-more-swollen breasts bobbled cartoonishly in front of her, eyes dribbling pained tears down her muzzle as she slowly bent her knees, dragged ankles down past her chest to her midsection, all with hips shuddering for the way the central stalk twitched inside of her.
And then it gave a thrash, from up into her mouth all through her guts, out her asshole and sharply into her vagina. An ugly, stupid GRUNT from the girl, and toned, strong tweenage `yote legs snapped down straight again. Before pink tendrils pulled them up (sideways?) and back until they were right in front of her face. And then directly at her sides, the bendy gymnast girl forming an inverted V once more with her stupid-expressioned, horrified face at the bottom, flanked by her own feet. And then one last firm, extended *tug*, accompanied by a drawn-out pitchy whine into small shriek! And her legs moved until her ankles had crossed each other behind her head. One tendril letting go, looping rapidly around them and drawing tight to *keep* them in place.
Neatly-trussed-up `yote girl impaled all the way through in a way that evoked something that was normally fetishized happening to prey people! Though admittedly when you stuck a bunny on a spit it wasn't assumed to wriggle and move. Or slide back out of their straining vagina enough to punch down and shove their whole body a couple inches further down on said spit.
But it sure was Pity's current experience! Eyes managing to go wide once more (even with the one still wincing with all that slime smeared over it) as she realized what was happening, another YIP-GRUNT as the central stalk withdrew, punched down and shoved her a few more inches, her nose now fractions of an inch above quivering hole.
She had just enough time to start sobbing! Fat-assed tweenage coyote with her asshole and vagina strained near to splitting, her mouth wrapped around a *pole* of a thing for the umpteen-millionth time in her life, breasts so dark red and swollen with the tentacles squeezing them they looked cartoonishly obscene, wobbling out in front of her chest with stiff dark nipples almost lost on the ends of the bloated globes.
`Typical tweenaged `yote', some would have said of the image! Excessively of course, common knowledge was that phrase only applied to having the classic holes stretched unto splitting more times than anyone could count by this age. Coyote girls were too loud and disagreeable for bondage.
The central stalk shuddered, and then began sawing in and out of her. The end of it pounding into her vagina, hammering her down into the hole like the world's most ridiculous nail, all while her SOBS bounced along with grunts. Not too far, just until her head was firmly in the hole, leaving only bloated boobs, grotesquely filled tummy, fat wiggling ass and shuddering cunt up above. `The cute parts', many would say!
Not that the view for the audience of her face stopped! Down in the narrower hole it was still roiling with tendrils. And Pity got to see them too! Because blotting her out in darkness would have hampered the fun, though surely some could choose which feeds they got if they didn't want to see stupid `yote face. Or only wanted to see it, for some reason. The artistry, maybe?
But things were about to change around Pity's pretty face that might alter opinions. The way the hole flexed and spread, far enough that creeping pink tendrils could wiggle up over her muzzle and then coil to either side of her ears. Amber eyes darting up, down, sideways, trying to keep a view on all of them at once amidst hyperventilating around a stalk as thick as her ankle and the sensation of being upside down for so long already.
And then the tendrils jerked forward as one. And Pity's eyes crossed sharply as they plunged into her ears, wriggling in deep inch after inch after foot after inch. Idiot `yote face shuddering, making gurgly "Hgnn...gnurr, gbmmuuuh!" sounds as the tentacles writhed around, twisted. One of her eyes twitching in the wrong direction away from the other one. Before the tendril in her mouth (and ass, and cunt) and the ones in her non-classic holes began to fuck her in unison!
And a new secondary feed began to play, for everybody watching
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Video fading up on an unhappy Pity, five or six years old, dressed in a sparkly pink and white Leotard and clutching a yellow stick with an equally sparkly ribbon hanging off of it. Audio cuts a second, and when it comes back, she complains
"I don't even DO rhythmic `nastics!"
The view cuts immediately to her brown butt pointed up with the leotard pulled so tight it more resembled a thong, and the yellow stick being SMACKED against it over and over and over as she shrieks and kicks. A last SMACK gets aimed neatly across her puffy cunt, getting a much higher pitch SHRIEK out of her.
In the plant and in the hole, a bundle of pink tendrils curled around each other and slashed repeatedly across upturned butt, central stalk *popping* out of tweenaged vagina to leave it gaping and winking, to give a better angle for the improvised switch to SMACK across upturned cheeks, make the whole coyote girl buck and squeal. Twisting around so the last one slashed RIGHT across exposed little clitoris, ripple already-reddened labia. It got a particular gargly YIP-HOWL out of the girl. Almost a perfect imitation of the sound she'd made in the video, obstructions accounted for!
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Fade up on a black title card, white text, "Pity is a professional!" on it.
Cut to video footage of little Pity, still about 6 or 7, wearing the same sparkly leotard. Hands on a matt in a gymnasium, trying to lift herself up into a handstand. Sticking her butt up in the air, wobbling, then dropping back down. Then trying again and wobbling into a handstand, to slowly and carefully stretch her legs into a split.
Cutting to a big cock thumping in and out of her, the girl's feet tucked up over her head, arms to her sides and teeth gritted as the thrusts move in time to adult grunts, the camera remarkably steady despite its angle.
Cut to a smiling Pity in her leotard, 7 or 8, grinning that kind of sparkling child grin at another girl who has just stepped out of frame, long blonde hair whisking around as the brown-furred girl lifts one leg up, hooking it with one hand while the other sticks out to the side. She wobbles a little bit, then gets her leg straight up, grinning triumphant as she shifts her hand to tugging on her upraised foot.
Cut to Pity bare naked in that familiar yellow bathroom, hands pressed against the back wall of the tub, legs straight up and down with the big adult coyote holding tight to her upper leg, pumping his cock in and out of her with audible PLAP PLAP PLAPs as she grits her teeth, balls slapping her thigh and hips thudding her against the wall a bit with each thrust.
In the plant and in the hole, the central stalk plunges back down into her just-closed vagina, straining it near to ripping again and setting back to sawing in and out, audible wet splrpsplrpsplrp sounds as the slimy thing splatted into her forcibly-accomodating hole over and over, while bundles of pink tendrils twisted up and came down to smack against her thighs and ass in unison. A near-perfect imitation of the video!
Cut to Pity standing and facing the camera, hands on her hips and a big grin (and a missing tooth!), out-of-focus other girls milling around her with bare arms and legs and sparkly pink leotards. On some signal from behind the camera, the little girl bends backward, and then all the way back, planting her hands on the mat beneath her in a perfect arch. The camera does not in fact zoom in on her groin, though the angle does tilt a little bit to keep it in center-focus, puffy labia just outlined by thin-stretched pink.
Pity doesn't simply hold still in the pose though! After a few seconds the girl begins `walking' her hands forward, twisting herself further and lowering her hips, until she can plant her arms underneath herself and fold them over each other, her grin now smugly triumphant.
Cut to a naked coyote cub whose groin and legs are visible but whose face isn't, given the angle. Waggling red cock gripped by an adult hand and aimed at bare folds, tip squashed against them, slid up and down, pushed to a small jerk from slim hips, making it skid off. Another effort, and an audible "Ouch!" as the tip sinks in a little only to skid off again, and the contorted girl rolls over out of the pose.
Cut to Pity in a different sparkly leotard, this one a glittering blue, hands up and walking across a balance beam. Her foot hits the side and skids, and she gives a little Yip! as she drops down and thumps crotch-first atop it, clutching the beam and making a funny face.
This replays in slow motion, with the camera zoomed in on her face.
In the plant, the central stalk POPS out of her vagina again (an actual audible *pop*, well-fucked hole quivering angry pink now, gaping again) and reels itself back until it *almost* vanishes into her asshole once more. All for a thick bundle of pink tendrils to arch up into view, and SMACK down across her cunt and crotch with heavy wet THWOCK. Pity's expression in the hole almost the same kind of eyes-wide-and-crossing, mouth in an `O' as she'd made in the video! The second THWOCK even heavier, making the child's eyes bug for a second before the central stalk burst free again, crammed itself back inside of her cunt.
Cut back to Pity in bed with her ankles pinned above her head, the noise of creaking bedsprings audible as adult grunts come faster, big red dick plunging in and out of wide-stretched brown folds with Plap sounds rising to harmonize with the springs. The little girl gritting her teeth harder, scrunching her face up and starting to squeal through her teeth until the adult GROANS, jerkily rolling his hips against her, fat knot squashing against puffy labia as Pity peeks one amber eye open, only to wince it shut again for a stronger hip jerk.
In the plant, the fluid is visible as it bulges along the stalk up into her throat, racing through the outlined path of her guts, up and out of her asshole, around, and into stretched `yote cunny with enough force to squirt white out of the sides.
Cut to Pity doing that standing split, turning her head as a pony girl runs by yelling something to her. Which makes her lose her balance, wobble, and topple over.
Cut to Pity being absolutely hammered against the wall of the tub, until the adult grips her upraised leg harder and his thrusts turn into short, sharp jerks, grinding his knot against her stretched folds. When she squeals and snaps a hand back to slap and push at him, one of his hands moves to push against her face, squash one cheek against the wall and squish her expression into a fish-lipped, stupid look (she practically crosses her eyes) as he grunts and shudders.
Another bulge racing up the length of the central tentacle, another audible heavy SPLURT into quivering coyote cunny, her lower belly bulging some, starting to hide the outline of the stalk even as more white squirted out all around it.
Big red dick sliding out after, but he holds her leg up when she tried to push away from the wall. Long enough to rub her angry-pink, still-slightly gaping vagina, then give it a *pat* ("Ouch!") and a push against her tummy just above it. To a small but audible Sphtrhppht as a *lot* of white squirted from well-fucked pink hole, dribbled down her thigh.
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Camera comes up on an 8-ish year old Pity's face, bobbing up and down on a familiar fat red dick. Soft glork glork glork sounds coming from her, a steering wheel behind her head. The camera pans sideways, showing what is clearly the dashboard and inside of a pickup truck. Wearing an unfamiliar uniform, the pink top and brown pants of a softball league judging by the design. Though the pants were harder to see, shoved down to show her plump butt and bright blue thong (Yes they *did* make those for 8 year olds).
And one of the adult coyote's big arms, reaching down over Pity's back to cup and grope her butt, two fingers obviously rubbing and fondling her crotch.
The camera pans back to the little girl's bobbing face, the big hand sliding up to settle on the back of her head and move her more firmly up and down the slick shaft. And then a knock knock knock comes from the driver's side door. The camera jerks a moment, then points out of the window and down, to a tan-furred, big-eared mousegirl in her own pink-and-tan uniform, with a light jacket draped over her shoulders.
"Mister-" audio cut, and white text appearing in screen, 'I gotta ask' the text switching places to appear over her mouth, saying `Pity'. Audio back " -a question, is she in there?"
Camera swings back to wide-eyed coyote child, darting a look back up at him and trying to push herself up. The big hand shoving her more firmly down, the camera angling back out and down to the mouse girl.
Audio cut, but white text along the bottom `Sorry, she's not feeling great right now.' The audio coming back in just in time to catch the glrrrk, Glorck! noise of a little girl with a dick in her throat and entirely too little air in her lungs. The mouse girl's ears twitch, then lay down a bit.
In the plant, in the narrow hole, the central stalk in Pity's mouth is suddenly joined by a bundle of pink tendrils on all sides. Filling her mouth again unto straining her jaw the kind of width one would hear *creaking* at, as her already-reddened face began to grow darker, fat ass up above the hole starting to wiggle madly.
``Oh, okay. Could you tell her-" the camera jerks back to ever-more-distressed Pity with her muzzle squashed against the man's crotch, pushing and then smacking at his thigh with her hands, face growing ever redder as the big hand grips her hair in a bunch, jerks her just enough up and down to keep fucking her face without letting her breathe. The mousegirl goes on about something to do with hanging out and homework, pausing only for the sharper GLRRCK! GLCK-ggKWECK! noises that come out of Pity.
"-She sounds really sick. Could you ask her to call me when she's better?"
Audio cut, as the hand in Pity's hair shoves her up and down even more harshly. White text `Definitely. Bye hon!'
Camera jerking up to capture little mouse's perky butt as she jogs away, then back down to sharper GLECK GWECK GWEGGGKKKHH!! noises from Pity before the laugh and groan from the man, bucking hips up into her bright red face as her noises turn wet, there's a panicked *gulp*. White squirts out her nose.
In the plant, it's the pink tendrils that bulge with racing liquid this time, and thus evoke the lewd wet gurgling gulp from Pity, loud and wrenching as her throat convulses. And white squirts out her nose.
He wrenches her up with the hold on her hair so she can GASP and cough, but holds her in place as the camera topples a bit, so that the view of him jerking himself off all over her flushed face and gasping mouth is at a cock-eyed angle.
He slaps her face twice with his semen-and-slime-slicked dick before letting her up properly, correcting the camera as the girl wrenches herself back into the passenger seat still coughing, teary eyes and heaving breaths. Audio cuts, but white text along the bottom says `I'm definitely gonna fuck that mouse. >:) `
Which draws a *sharp* look from Pity, and an angry-petulant ``No you're NOT!"
Met with the audio fading as the big hand shoves a wad of tissues against her face, pushing her backward as the video fades to black.
In the plant, pink tendrils smear slimy white all over Pity's shuddering, scrunching face.
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Fade up on a title card, `School Daze'
And 9 year old Pity! Identifiable both by being slightly taller, and the now-puffy beginnings of tits on her bare upper body. Big enough they were obvious even before the large adult hand reaches down and makes her uncross her arms, an audio cut presumably being the instructions to hold her hands down in fists at her sides.
She was clearly standing in a school of some sort: the blue-gray floor, the simple brown cabinets behind her, the noise of a loudspeaker that made her jump and dart eyes sideways, pulling herself off the penis with a *pop* and murmuring "We're gonna get caught, we can do this at home."
That scratchy voice she'd had since seven very apparent now. Haunted amber eyes looking up at the camera as the big hand reached out to grip the top of her head and push her back against the slick red dick in front of her.
The central stalk didn't pull itself out of her face (or cunt, or tailhole, or entire body) but it did shrink, enough for wheezing gasps to get out from the girl with her eyes rolling back while the tendrils still deep in her ears wiggled, twisted.
"We're gonn' get caugh, we ca' oo `is a' home."
It came out of her in unison with the three-years-younger version in the video! Almost as though this wasn't just an imitation stream, but that Pity was living some of her hits over again!
A thick bundle of pink tendrils smeared slime over her muzzle again, before the central stalk swelled back up once more, pulling a "Glrck!" from the girl.
Audio cut, but text saying `I don't want to do it at home', and sound coming back in time for the *push* of little girl's face back onto his dick, the "Glrck!" as it slid in deep. And then the repeated ones as he pulled her head back and forth, hands coming up from her sides to hover at either side of her head while he sped up.
Audio cut, and `You want to do something with those, help me get off', and audio back as Pity's hands wrap around fat red dick and begin moving, one small paw sliding and twisting up and down the shaft, the other reaching under to presumably cup and fondle fat balls any fan of hers would know were there by now. It didn't take much longer at all for the groan and the sharp gag-Cough from the preteen in front of him, white splattering around her mouth before she could *gulp*, then have his cock *pop* from her mouth again to splatter her face, her bare tits, all while she gave a gurgly-squealed "No! No!" and squirmed in his grip.
Big hand holding her hair a moment to make sure a splatter landed across puffy burgeoning tits, before it moved to the twitching cock and squeezed tight around it. Audio cut, and `You said this desk is mousie's, right?'
The video lurching dizzily, blurring until it resolved with a view of a simple steel-and-shiny-wood desk, one of those chairs-and-top-attached affairs. And the hand on fat red dick relaxed enough to let two squirts of white splatter across the top, and the last one across the seat.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!'"in abject horror from Pity, behind the camera. And breathless laughing from the man, audio cut,
`Better clean it up quick!'
Camera lurching back to half-naked pity running toward a roll of paper towels on a counter, audio still out for the text appearing `Uh-uh. With your tongue.'
Amber eyes looking back, wide and haunted again, looking past him toward the desk. Looking back to the paper towels. Still no audio, and
`You want a bright red butt to go with that white on you?'
Which made the little girl cringe and hunch her shoulders up....and then morosely walk over to the dirtied desk, glaring up at him before she began to drag her tongue along the semen sprayed across it.
The camera captured every second, lovingly zooming in when she had to clean the seat.
In the plant, The central stalk shrank again, and Pity's long canine tongue flopped out. Eyes still rolled back and twitching, it lapped clumsily at the air below her.
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A black screen title card, big white block lettering,
`Pity's Toilet Troubles
You'd really expect her to be over this by now!'
Camera comes on, to show a naked Pity at about 11 years old. Chest already racing to the absurd-for-her-age size it was at 12, but not quite there yet, and her hips a little less ungainly-straight than they'd been at age 10. Standing in that ugly yellow bathroom at a different angle, bent over with her hands on the back of the toilet. Her expression a mix of wary and the more familiar flat look some would know.
The heavyset body of the older coyote steps into view again around the camera, and up behind her. A hand moves up to a censored muzzle - the girl now tall enough he couldn't be completely out of frame when she was standing, even bent over as she was - sticks fingers in, then drops them down and between her legs.
Pity curls her toes against the floor, squeezing the back of the toilet before the man behind her grips his already-hard (and already shiny with lubrication) dick, stroking up and down it a few times before guiding it forward and into the girl. A little "Mmph" from Pity as it enters, and the man takes hold of her getting-curvy hips and starts to fuck her at a pace that could be called `casual', compared to what was usual in these videos.
It even went on that way for a couple minutes! Even when the man started bucking his hips harder, to get those satisfying Plaps off of his hips smacking her pronounced butt, Pity staring determinedly at the wall, twitching her mouth each time adult body bounced off of hers in a way that suggested she was gritting her teeth.
Even when he tugged her backwards a bit, making them both shuffle their feet along the tile, she didn't change her expression much. Even as he sped up, the noise of their bodies meeting filling the room! It was only when he let go of her hips and reached forward, to suddenly grab and pull her arms back, that she jerked in alarm.
A lifetime of experience by this point almost saved her! Twisting her head to look back, shocked and angry-scared, "Hey! Hey no, you said-" and the next word swallowed as the man twisted one arm behind her back and pushed against her upper back with the other. Forcing her muzzle straight down toward the waiting bowl as her eyes went wide in horror. Her free arm thudding against the lid and straining with all the might an eleven-year-old gymnast could muster, nose hovering just above.
"You said! YOU PROMISED!"
The hand against her back grabbed her arm away from the lid, and the motion shoved adult body weight into her, thudded her head against the back of the toilet with a yip!-grunt. The adult reaching down to grab her hair, tug her back,
"YOU PROMISED! YOU PROMBBGLBLBLBLBLBL!"
Down she went with an audible sploosh, both hands gripping her hair to SHOVE her into the bowl. And now he was fucking her more like a proper Pity vid, short sharp rapid PLAPS as his hips rammed back and forth, over and over, all while watery panicked noises came from the toilet, bubbling screams and sloshing, the girl's arms thrashing around and thudding the counter, the bowl, scratching at his arms. Groping to the handle and hitting flush, only to have both heer arms caught and wrenched firmly into the small of her back.
Bubbly spluttered "STOP!" coming from the toilet as her uncle cinched her arms firmly in place and leaned forward to keep her pinned down in the bowl, slamming bright red dick in and out of her. And this went on for several minutes as the water rushed back in around her, covering her next shriek with bubbling noises. Ten seconds, fifteen, twenty of fucking a kicking preteen with her round ass jiggling almost straight up in the air before he reached out to hit the flush and lean back a little again. And when the water rushed down the noise that came up was an ugly ragged, sucking sound, before
"I CAGH BREEVE!" Pitchy and screeching and panicked. "UNCUH-" audio cut, then back "I CAGH BREEVE! I CAGH BREBLBLBLBL!"
Down she went again! Her once-more-freed hand groping in blind panic for the handle only to be caught by the wrist and held inches away from it as he slammed into her even harder, starting to pant and grunt himself now. Short sharp thrusts turning into rolling, longer and no-less-hard stabs of his dick into her, brief glimpses of swelling knot.
A moment where hysterical strength saw her shoving herself up out of the water enough to make a very animal, gurgly SCREECH noise before full adult body weight shoved her back down, the noise continuing into loud bubbles as he SMACKED her fat ass, pulled against it with both hands, yanking her back firmly onto his knot. The audible little *pop* was probably just toilet bowl noises!
Both arms free now, Pity flailed them around in a panic that rapidly turned spastic, less thrashing and scratching and more clumsy waving and slapping, until they sagged, and then flopped down to either side of the bowl, and brown `yote girl was left bent basically in half while her uncle kept SHOVING her into the little hard jerks of his hips. A loud GROAN as the man had what sounded like his most satisfying orgasm ever, slapping her fat preteen ass again as her arms twitched, spasmed, and then dangled limply to either side of the toilet.
The orgasm lasted a forever. The man groaning, grunting ecstatically as he thrust up against the child's shuddering body several more times. And only some interminably long seconds later did he look down at her dangling arms, then lean back. Child's hips following him of course, but the rest of her staying put, so he reached down and got a grip of her hair again.
When he tugged her up by sodden black locks her face was entirely still, muzzle hanging open and eyes almost-shut and entirely white where they weren't. The audio cut, then resumed, the man giving her fully-unresponsive body a little shake by the hair.
Letting go with one hand to give her face a slap. Then a harder slap. And then a vicious one across her dangling breast. And of *course* that did it, the drowned child jerking, and vomiting water out of her mouth and nose into the bowl. Then sucking in another of those awful, ragged wet noises, eyes going wide.
And then she started SCREAMING. Not even the way she had in past videos, but a panicked, absolutely feral kind of screeched noise, hands snapping up to claw and shove against the smooth porcelain surface of the toilet, violently wrenching herself from side to side with enough force the adult man almost lost his balance. Her horrible noises just getting *louder* as she kicked her legs, tried to brace bare feet against the bowl to push away despite being knotted to him. She clawed at the air and at him, little glimpses of red starting to appear on her hands, his thighs, before the video suddenly cut.
White words on a black screen, `Okay, maybe that one was a bit much!'
In the plant, Pity thrashes around, bobbling swollen-unto-bloated purpling breasts, wrenching her head this way and that as much as she could with the central stalk impaling her in place. Eyes fluttering entirely white, little flickers of amber, mouth gawping as a desperate, pitifully tiny wheeze came out of her.
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Title card, block white letters, `Pity For the Week!'
Lower case text fading in after, `Mommy's gone for a whole week, so let's have fun with Pity a different way each day!'
The video comes up on an obviously-annoyed Pity, standing in what had to be the kitchen from other videos. Albeit at a different angle, that shows a counter with a sink, a stove a little further away. The brown girl face mostly toward the counter, her plush bare ass fully visible to the camera.
But turned just enough that it was possible to see the apron she was wearing. Which only emphasized the complete lack of anything else. A small audio cut, and she glared at the camera, but then turned to reach out and pull sliced bread out of a bag, set it on a plate and begin adding sliced meats, some lettuce. The camera shifting and moving closer, and a familiar adult hand reaching out to cup her butt as the view hovered over her.
A little jump from the girl, a wobble of bigger-than-last-video tits under the apron, and a quick glare up at the camera again. The hand openly fondling her behind, sliding further down (the view shifting as the one holding the camera had to bend down a little) to curl fingers under her and press them up against her crotch. Another small jump, to go with the small noise and the clink-clang-clang of a knife being dropped.
Audio cut, and when it came back the `yote girl angrily bent over to snatch the knife up off the floor. Meeting the hand on her back halfway up, big red dick coming into view from the bottom of the frame. Still-stiffening and rubbing along her lower back, then the cheeks of her backside.
Amber eyes glaring up and over her shoulder, while growing red dick slid casually up and down the crack of her behind, the hand keeping her bent over. Audio cut, and text on the screen, `Don't know why you're so pissed about making me a sandwich; you'll need the practice if you can ever trick a guy into marrying you.'
For a moment it looked like the girl might turn the mayonnaise-slicked butter knife into a weapon. But then she turned and shuffled away from him until she could stand up, and turn back to continue making the sandwich. Audio cut, text along the bottom `Ah ah ah, get a new knife.'
Audio back just in time to catch the girl's huff, turning and all but throwing the utensil into the sink, stomping over to a drawer under the counter and yanking it open. Stomping back, and continuing to put the sandwich together as the camera moved from her bare body down to the fat red dick being jerked by large adult hand, and back up.
Pity finishing putting the sandwich together, and turning around to hold it out to him, still glowering. A few seconds of her standing there, sandwich presented, before "Well are you gonna take it or not?"
Audio cut, a blink from amber eyes and then an even angrier glower....audio coming back to a groan from behind the camera, and the sudden splat, splatter, splut of ropes of semen being show over Pity's face, the apron front. The sandwich she was holding. The girl jumping a little again in surprise, then squinching her eyes shut against the cumshot. Managing to avoid getting splattered in either of them, so she could open both and look at the semen-splattered sandwich, then up at him again.
Audio cut, and text. `Ew, I don't want that. You eat it.'
Audio back, "I'M not gonna eat it, gross!"
Audio cut, and text. `Don't waste food young lady. Put it in your mouth, right now.' And then no text, but Pity jumped, startled-expression like she'd just heard a very loud noise. Or maybe been yelled at.
Eyes down at the sandwich, standing still for several seconds. Screwing up her face like she was holding back some kind of emotion, anger or threatening-tearful upset, or both. And then stuffing it into her mouth with a big bite.
Video fading out on her chewing, obviously disgusted.
Video fading back up on Pity in a hitherto-unseen space. A living room, judging by the faded gray-pink carpet, the neutral tone of the walls, and the big windows with white curtains drawn over them. And Pity, butt naked now, running a vacuum over the carpet.
Glaring determinedly down at the machine and the carpet, jerking it back and forth over the faded fibers with the cord held in her other hand. After half a minute of her thoroughly going over the space (little jiggle of her chest each time she moved the vacuum sharply, and one nice view of her butt as she had to turn around to go over a spot again), the older male coyote body steps into frame again, padding over to her already naked and erect.
A hand comes down to cup her butt again, squeeze and fondle it before promptly sliding down to rub and finger between her legs. Pity biting her lip and not saying anything, or even acknowledging the groping, though her efforts at vacuuming turned more towards sliding it back and forth on the same spot.
Especially when another hand came up to grip and squeeze her breast, lightly pinching nipple between a big thumb and forefinger, the girl's little gasp as she caught her breath just audible over the vacuum cleaner.
The adult coyote pressed his sagging stomach and stiff red dick against Pity's back, using the grip on her breast to pull her back against him. He leaned down, face blurred out, but obviously kissing along her neck, while the hand between her legs began to move back and forth, obviously pushing fingers rapidly in and out of the girl.
This went on until Pity had scrunched her eyes shut and gasped out loud, bare toes curling against the carpet.
In the plant, two pairs of tendrils had wound around each other, the central stalk having slid out of Pity's vagina temporarily to allow the finger-like paired bundles to rub along slicked folds, over a stiff little pink nub at the top of them. Then slip back and push in and out of fucked-pink quivering front hole. One swollen breast being tickled and teased over by a bundle of tendrils in the shape of a hand, fingers lithgly pinching and flicking over stiff nipple almost lost on the end of the bloated purple balloon her breast had become. While at the back of her neck, another bundle of tendrils pressed softly against her skin over and over. Stretched out part of themselves in a manner very much like a tongue, sliding over her fur. A helpless moan coming out of the `tween yote's face.
And then the hand her uncle was using to finger her with slipped back, cupped her butt and gave a shove. A startled yip! from the girl as she stumbled forward, ending up sprawled across the couch arm so only her butt and legs were visible.
And her uncle stepped up behind her and caught hold of her tail, gripping his dick to help shove it against the girl's crotch. And when Pity squirmed and kicked and squeezed her thighs together, he let go of his dick to give her a SWAT across her plump backside. YIP from the girl, and her legs scooted wider apart, letting her uncle grip his dick again and slide the entire thing up inside of her, a roll of his hips to hilt firmly in eleven-year-old niece with a satisfied groan, a *pat* against fat preteen butt that got yet another *yip*!
And then he started fucking her. Leisurely at first, but soon with the rapid pace any fan of theirs would be familiar with. And with Pity finally having grown almost into the slutty little body she had now, the plap Plap Plap Plap! of his hips smacking off her backside and thighs was obvious even over the still-running vacuum cleaner.
Her uncle kept a grip on her tail, and occasionally gave a slap to her fat jiggling butt as he fucked her, hard enough to get more yips out of the child, and even one "Stop it!" with a leg lifted up and kicking a little. That one right before he grunted, groaned, and jabbed his hips sharply forward to stab bright red dick harder into his niece, a glimpse of swollen knot and a *squeal* from Pity, kicking that one foot in earnest now as her uncle ground his hips forward, slowed for several seconds until the visible *give* of her body as that knot *popped* in.
A louder, very satisfied *groan* from Pity's uncle as he shuddered, ground his hips against her body harder. And after some ten seconds, have her butt another slap. And another. By the third she was squealing and kicking again, awkwardly in the manner of a child with something comparable to the size of a baseball jammed up her vagina. Waving a hand behind her and smacking at him, a louder, more upset "Stop it! STOP!" before her uncle let go of her convenient handle of a tail and grabbed that arm, twisting it and pinning it to the small of her back and SMACKING her fat butt over and over, sharp CRACK noises easily louder than the vacuum's ongoing roaring. Making it all the more obvious when the audio cut, for text to appear on screen of `Shut the fuck up, house slut'
While uncle's hand kept SMACKING against her backside, visible brown cheek rapidly turning a fetching red as the sound came back to an angry sob from the girl, video fading out.
In the plant, thick bundles of tendrils battered Pity's fat ass. SLAPPING against jiggling cheeks over and over, while a stupid-sounding wailing series of YELPS came from her face down in the hole. Brown, wet-slicked cheeks bright red and shiny, while in her cunt the central stalk had ballooned a part of itself, to force quivering labia even wider and closer to cracking. A Splort, splut, splrtt audible and visible as the thick gouts of slimy white raced along the thick tentacle again, though this time barely any dribbled out of the sides of Pity's slick and ravaged cunt.
Video fading up, on a laundry machine. A top-loading washing machine, with a Pity in bright blue thong sitting on top of it. Legs just apart enough to see the neon-vivid patch of fabric between her thighs, hands gripping the edge of the machine to either side of her. Amber eyes looking sideways, with the camera close enough to have a good view of her expression, her stiff dark nipples. The just-audible sound of her breathing over the rumble of the washing machine, and how it shivered now and again.
A flick of amber eyes to the camera, then away. Her fingers tightening on the edge of the machine, as visible damp began to appear on the bright blue patch of cloth over her folds. The girl biting her lip, going to squeeze her legs together only for a hand to reach out and smack lightly at her knees until she parted them again.
A look at the camera, Pity's mouth opened to say something, then shutting again, eyes turned off to the side. And not long after that, a shiver through her entire body, hiking her legs up and shuddering again, biting her lip harder and squeezing her eyes shut as the vivid blue fabric over her cunt was suddenly soaked. Her uncle's chuckling just audible as Pity trembled for several more seconds, hiked her knees higher and squeezed her thighs together, rubbed them, lowered her legs. Staring firmly off to the side still, face flushed pink. Camera faded out.
To fade back in on one of those front-loading dryers, ceramic-white all over with its door standing open. And the lower half of Pity's body sticking out from it. Uncle's big red dick already pumping in and out of her, his hand on her tail again as her bitten-back grunts and unhappy noises echoed out of the inside of the machine. Her uncle's fucking sped up, a quick sequence of Plap PlapPlapPlapPlap before he groaned and ground his hips against her again. Not hard enough to force his knot in, but enough to empty the orgasm up into her well-used vagina, keeping her up on her toes with the grip on her tail.
Then give her a shove to send her forward further into the machine, an echo-y yelp and sudden flailing of her legs as her uncle made to shut the door with her body still sticking out from the thighs down. Even caught one kicking leg by the calf to push it in deeper, audibly-panicking Pity yelling "No! NO HEY, STOPPIT!" from inside.
And yet her uncle managed to grab at both her kicking feet and shove until he'd bundled panicking `yote child into the machine and swung the door shut. Neatly-muffled *screaming* coming from inside, THUDDING against the door as he barely held it closed, laughing.
In the plant, slimy white was squirting out of the sides of Pity's cunt again, dribbling down over a belly that was now growing more obviously swollen with all that was being poured into it. The girl's expression still moronic with the tendrils wiggling around in her ears, but also twisted into unhappy-panicked too, nonsense-fearful sounds coming out of her wedged-open mouth.
The camera *not* fading up for a second, the audible clicking of it being handled until suddenly the view bloomed in a wash of different shades of gray: a night vision mode enabled. Displaying a bare concrete floor, panning over a few dusty-looking boxes. And stopping on a view of what was probably an old water heater and some pipes next to it.
And sitting on the floor handcuffed to one of those pipes was Pity! Butt-ass naked and blind in the dark, and clearly frightened, darting her eyes around as the view came closer. Tucking her legs up and biting the inside of her lip to hold back a whimper as it stopped with a soft footfall noise just in front of her.
One that escaped anyway when the camera was washed out by a sudden bloom of light, night vision mode turned off as a flashlight on the camera came on. Preteen `yote girl wincing and ducking her head, then squinting one eye up toward the camera as the audio cut out. Text on the bottom of the screen,
`Having fun, sweety?'
Audio back in. No telling how long Pity had been handcuffed down in the dark, but it was obviously long enough for her to look up at the camera with a mostly haunted expression, instead of an angry one. And speak quietly when she did, shifting her legs to the side and slowly moving to stand up.
"Can, can I come upstairs now? I'm cold."
A splutter and a laugh from the man behind the camera, and Pity hunched her shoulders but kept peering up even as she slowly stood. With a gingerness that suggested her backside was still sore. Audio cut, text:
`Are you sure somebody isn't just afraid of the dark?'
The naked girl obviously *wanting* to glare, but not quite able to summon up the will, turning her eyes to the side anyway while the bright camera flashlight washed out her pretty brown fur. Audio not yet back, and more text:
`In the old days this kind of thing would happen to every other coyote girl you'd meet. The lucky ones were good enough at doing what nice men wanted that they didn't end up buried cunt-up in the woods.'
Another hunching of her shoulders, but *this* time she did summon up the glare! Audio kicking back on in time for,
'You're not a nice man."
"Urr mnah a nithe magh.'"Pity burble-murmuring out around the tendril.
Another laugh from her uncle, and the camera moved closer, making the girl's eyes widen as she stepped backwards, pinning herself to the pipe. *Clink-clang* of handcuffs against a different metal, audio cutting again. Text:
`Sure. But I *am* the one who decides if you have to sleep down here tonight. Or the next three nights.'
A little tremble racing through the girl, from her legs and arms all the way up to a wobble of her lower lip. Amber eyes flicking down, to something that ought to have been about crotch level on the man, then back up. No audio yet, and text:
`You know how to ask nicely, bitch?'
Audio back. "Please, please may I come upstairs I'm sorry I was rude. I'm cold and I don't like it down here and I'll be good, please let me upstairs."
A quieter noise of amusement from behind the camera. And then the view shifted closer by about a single step, and Pity's eyes slid down just before the view did, to very familiar fat red shaft jutting out at her from past heavy sagging stomach. Audio cut.
`You know what to do.'
Pity screwed up her face, then slumped. And leaned forward to wrap her cute muzzle around the presented penis, immediately taking to bobbing up and down on it. Audio coming back to soft noises of an eleven-year-old giving a blowjob, turning her head this way and that, bobbing down further, then up to open her mouth and show the camera her tongue curling dexterously around the narrowed tip.
Wrapping her muzzle around it again and sliding down to push it *deep*, her uncle `helping' by jerking his hips, casually fucking her face until he got a series of gagging noises out of her, and thumped her muzzle with his groin the once to knock her back before he stepped away from her, the girl coughing and straightening up as the video fades out.
And fades back in on Pity bent over with her hands cuffed in front of her this time, though still to the pipe. Red adult dick already inside of her, pumping in and out while her (slightly pink) butt rocked back and forth with the rest of her.
A big adult hand clapped down on plump `yote butt, getting a *yip* out of her as it tugged one cheek wide to show off puckered little hole between. And slick, fat dick slid out of her vagina and was gripped to poke the tip against tiny hole, Pity having time for a "Wait!" before he *shoved*, cramming ready-slicked shaft up her asshole as she squealed.
The same casual fucking he'd been giving her face followed, sliding his cock in and out of her cutely-caving-in-around-it asshole while using a hand on her butt and hip for leverage. Occasionally gripping a cheek hard enough it bunched some in his hand, which drew more squeal-through-teeth out of the little girl.
Soon enough he was fucking her at the usual pace, cock blurring as it plunged in and out of her clenching tailhole, hips Plapping to a funny echo in the unlit-save-for-flashlight concrete space. The big hand left her butt, then CLAPPED against it and gripped again, and when he groaned this time he didn't force his swollen knot up inside of her. So the camera got to take in it and a bit of his dick twitching, twitching, then coming out of Pity with a neat wet pop, leaving her asshole gaping and winking up at the camera.
The big hand slid over her (now bright pink amid the brown) butt, spread her cheeks with fingers. Gave a push on her lower back that made her bend just so... followed by the thrrppht of semen splurting out of her asshole, dribbling down her crotch as Pity made a miserably embarrassed noise. Big hand patted her butt twice, then withdrew as the camera began to move away.
"Wai...h-hey, hey wait! You said I could come up! Hey!"
Audio cut, and
`That was before you were all sweaty and disgusting. I don't want that upstairs, ew.'
Audio back just in time for "But you SAID! You SAID if I...you SAID!"
A sudden startled shriek as the flashlight cut off and plunged the room into darkness again. The audible frantic clanging of handcuffs against a pipe.
"YOU SAID I COULD COME UPSTAIRS!"
Text across the black screen, `Think I'll invite a girlfriend over while she's out of the way. Hope I remember to feed her!'
All while Pity kept wailing in the background, as the text and sound faded out.
" `ough saigh. If nmah faergh, `ou saigh...." Tears tumbling their way down Pity's muzzle, Fat reddened butt wiggling up above her as she squirmed.
Camera blinking on to a view of a familiar ugly yellow bathroom. And overweight male coyote stepping into view, buck naked, and hauling a preteen `yote behind him! Pity with a leather blindfold flush over her eyes, hands cuffed behind her again, and a funny kind of gag in her mouth: one that kept her muzzle wedged open, with a plug through a ring of metal at the end.
As she stumbled backward into the space, her ears twitched up: the echoes of a bathroom obvious. And the naked-but-for-bondage girl immediately panicked, starting to thrash and kick, thudding one foot against the cabinets under the sink and started to yell, then scream into her gag. The adult coyote having to turn around and get both hands on her to keep wrestling her further in, while Pity's muffled "Nmmmgh! NMMMGH, NMMMGGH!" sounds only grew more frantic.
Audio cut, to text of `Shut up already!' as her uncle hoisted her off her feet, and shoved her into the tub. Just barely catching her as she slipped and toppled, keeping her from knocking her head against a wall. Adult man bending over, wide ass aimed at the camera while no text popped up for whatever he was saying to Pity.
But when the audio came back, she'd calmed down enough to be sitting still with her back against the wall of the tub, still taking breaths that were too deep and scared, but not thrashing around anymore. Adult hands worked the plug in her gag free, leaving space in the ring of metal to show off forced-open mouth, tongue. The heavyset coyote man stepping back, and at an angle so the camera could see her.
And then a stream of yellow squirted, then sprayed from in front of him. It hit Pity's naked tits first, making her jump, but a second later it was going straight into her mouth. The shriek that followed was one of perfect horror and revulsion, the girl throwing herself sideways so the stream splattered across her face, the wall of the tub. Her uncle gripping his dick with one hand to pinch off the stream, and reaching out to grip a thick fistful of her hair with the other.
She did not have much time to scream garbled protest as he hauled her back up by her scalp, as her uncle let fly with the stream again and her next stream turned to the kind of gurgle that could only be produced by liquid being squirted directly into a girl's throat.
She kept trying, regardless! Gurgly bubbly noises as her feet kicked the side of the tub, skidded in the air. A moment's comedic Gulp as she couldn't keep from swallowing some instead of letting it all pour out of her face and down her front, followed by a *violent* retching as her uncle sprayed the stream up and over her face, into her hair, down over her breasts again. Up back onto her face, soaking it all over and ending in her mouth again.
And he didn't give her much time to heave and try to howl wet gurgly horror against what he had done. Instead turning around, awkwardly maintaining his grip on her glossy black hair. Adjusting with clumsy, thumping steps to give the camera the best angle...and then yanking Pity's face up against his own ass.
The scream that came out of her was amazing. All the more so for how sexily muffled it was, just a barely audible noise before she began panic-thrashing again, jerking herself around with hardly a care for her hair or that she might fall, legs kicking every which way. Her uncle finally having to step into the tub too, pin her skull back against the wall of it as he ground his ass up and down against her face.
His face blurred, but the enjoyment was as obvious as if his expression had been visible. Audio cut, and
`Lick it, you cunt'
And audio back to Pity's panicked muffled screaming, all while the adult coyote fervently jerked himself off, dick *rock* hard now. It didn't take long for him to shudder, buck his hips, and squirt rope after rope of slimy white out over the ugly bathroom floor. One could swear he nearly hit the camera! Video fading out on Pity HEAVING breaths and retching.
Pity heaving breaths around the stalk, retching violently as the spasming and struggling she'd just been doing had *almost* wedged her arms and legs free of the position they'd been forced into.
Camera fading up, on Pity on a bed! Not a familiar bed though: this one much too big, with a glossy brown headboard that the eleven-year-old's wrists and ankles were tied to. Her feet up around her head, arms at her sides. And the thumping footsteps of heavyset adult coyote as he lumbered into frame, sat down on the edge of the bed while Pity glared at him, then away.
The click of a plastic bottle cap opening, and when her uncle's hand moved into view his fingers were slick with something that he smeared up and down on her puffy labia, then pushed inside of her as she curled her fingers and toes, screwing up her mouth and even more determinedly staring at a wall out of frame.
Her uncle pushing slicked fingers deep into her, withdrawing them, pushing deep again, twisting his hand around as he fingered his niece's hot little hole. Moving his thumb to press and rub at small pink nub nestled atop her labia, and Pity gasped despite herself, squirmed. Glancing down to where her uncle kept fingering her, thumb rubbing in quick circles of her clitoris.
Pity scrunched her eyes shut, turned her head away again. Took one big shivery breath before her uncle pulled his fingers out (with a slick little slrrp sound). Bent over to put something on the floor, then climbed into the bed and on top of her. Looking over his shoulder (face blurred out of course) and raising his wide ass up so the camera had a view of him dragging slicked fingers up and down his cock until it was shiny too, before aiming it at his niece's vagina and letting gravity drive the entire thing in as he dropped down on top of her.
Tight, whining noise from Pity as he groaned in delight, rolling his hips to press as deep as possible into her, ass and balls shifting as he strained for every little inch. And then took to fucking her, the very familiar rapid thrusts and accompanying deeper-than-usual Plap Plap Plaps as all his body weight came up and *down* into little girl's hips.
Relatively tame, maybe! At least until the audio cut, and
`Yeah, get pregnant.'
And sound came back to a pitchy, strained and mortified "*What?!*" from Pity. Her uncle starting to fuck her harder, *thudding* his hips down against her, driving slicked cock into her body, still much smaller in comparison to him even after all this time. Audio cut,
`Gonna get you pregnant, bitch. Gonna make you my little preteen wifey.'
Audio back, for a truly horrified "NO!" from Pity, breathless laughter from her uncle and the wet heavy Plapping only getting louder as he fucked her harder, the bed starting to creak, headboard beginning to *thud* against the wall. This time the audio didn't cut out, and so for the first time in any of these videos if someone strained they could hear Pity's uncle's voice, murmuring into her ear while the text appeared on the bottom of the screen;
`Just another pregnant preteen `yote bitch. Just like everyone knew you always wanted.'
The lapse presumably there to capture just how much Pity had started to panic and cry, wiggling her plush little butt as the an kept pounding into her.
"N-No, NO! NO YOU WON'T! *I* WON'T!"
`Yeah you will, slut. You're gonna - fuck.'
Sloppy wet noise as uncle's cock slipped out of Pity's vagina, almost bent at an uncomfortable angle before skidding along her hip. The man reaching down to grip his dick again and angle it back into place, all while Pity jerked her hips around, thrashing as much as the bound-up little `yote could to try and stop him.
He leaned up further and his other arm moved sharply, and the crack of a little girl catching a palm across the face sounded nicely out in the room. Pity giving a *sob* over the man's "Hold the fuck still" looming over her again before shoving his dick back in, swiftly getting back to fucking her so hard the headboard was thudding the wall and the springs in the bed were protesting.
And Pity was crying now, sobbing ever more like she had when she was much younger in these videos. Her uncle's hands crept down, gripped and dug fingers into plump brown cheeks, pulling them wide and dragging little girl up into every thrust, his breath speeding up.
"Here comes, here comes your baby!"
A wailed out ''NOOOOO!'' from Pity as he grunted, GRUNTED and *shoved* swelling knot down, stabbed it clean into her straining folds and pinned her to the bed. Balls jumping like mad, his hips rolling to press deeper, even his wide ass clenching so much it went concave on the sides, squirting every last bit of the orgasm deep into his sobbing niece.
He loved every second of it, obviously and audibly. And when he finally slumped on top of her, crying preteen's voice turning strained for the weight of a fat adult pressing entirely on her torso and chest, he could hardly speak for how much the climax had rocked through him.
"Congratulations, mommy."
Video and audio fading out on Pity's body all but obscured by his, and her crying.
Tears had painted Pity's muzzle an entirely different shade now, pouring down over it to drip-drop off her nose and chin, patter down into the quivering hole below her. The girl's face scrunched up with sobbing, while the tentacle coming out her ass and into her cunt *bulged* with the last of its most recent squirt, her tummy now bloated unto being very obviously swollen.
Video up, on a white-painted door that opened into what was clearly a young girl's room. A slightly weird young girl, given the funny mix of bright pink and cutesy things with metal band posters and a couple instances of horror memorabilia scattered around. Pity sitting on her bed in jeans and a t-shirt, looking up at him with *big* angry-haunted eyes, recoiling back as the camera came close....and then squeaking, as a couple dozen twenties were tossed onto her.
A few seconds, and the girl blinked her eyes open and looked around at the scattered money, easily a few hundred sitting around her on the bed, one bill balanced on her breasts and another still sitting on her hair. That one fell as she looked up, twisting her mouth.
"Here you go, whore." No audio cut again. His actual voice, at a normal speaking volume.
"What's this?"
"It's mo-ney." Speaking slowly, like one would to a toddler or a very stupid person. Making Pity hunch her shoulders and glare at him.
"I KNOW it's money, why're you throwing it at me?"
"Because whores get paid, and you're a professional now."
"I'm NOT a WHORE!" Shouted back at him, angry with her permanently-scratchy voice. Glaring as if she might well lunge at him when he snorted.
"Hey, if you don't want it, I can take it back. Your mom's doing great with the house, right? She can pay for all the stuff you want, since you won't let me do it."
Pity blinking, the anger draining out of her face. She looked down at the money again, for some long seconds. Glared back up at him.
"You're an asshole."
But she was gathering up the bills even as she said it, and the camera faded to black. Block text fading in on the screen,
`Well, we got her to accept her calling in life! Can't wait to see how she does in her career!'
And fade to black.
When the feed flicked on again, the text was in a different font. Yote_Girls_Are_Easy.mp4 displayed on the screen for several seconds, then blinked off. When the video started, it was visibly lower quality. Much more like a cell phone camera than whatever had been used for the previous ones.
Another difference, Pity was smiling around the canine cock in her mouth. Amber eyes flicking up to the camera, then a little to the side of it, sparkling with affection and a kind of smug mischief as she bobbed her head up and down on the dick in her muzzle. Smaller than the one that was normally there, though still big enough the twelve-year-old `yote could wrap a paw around it *and* still have several inches in her mouth.
The sound of a boy taking a shivery breath was also *completely* different. Even more obviously so when a teenager's voice said ``That's amazing babe'', a grey-furred hand reaching out to cup the side of her face. Pity practically *melting* at the touch, leaning her head into it even as she expertly twisted and slid her hand up and down the shaft.
Popping her mouth off onto the take a lick of a swirly vanilla ice cream on a cone gripped in her other hand, as the camera jerked to show the mouth of an alleyway, just resolving to *bright* sunlight and a couple people walking by, a trash can standing next to them high enough that it would hide, say, a squatting twelve year old sucking off a teenager, before the camera turned back.
A hiss from the boy, and a breathless laugh as Pity *smirked* up at him, opening her mouth wide to show the camera the ice cream she was pressing to the tip of his dick, before she went back to suckling eagerly at it again. She was dressed, and dressed cutely: A frilly pink top that showed off her remarkable-for-her-age cleavage, and bared a little bit of her midriff above a tight pair of jean shorts. Strappy little sandals.
Soft, urgent noises from Pity as she kept blowing the boy, until he hissed in a breath and slid his hand up into her hair. ``Shit babe, I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum....''
To which Pity just shut her eyes and worked her mouth and hand faster on him, until the boy made several urgent groans up into a grunt, very ``Unh, unh unh UNNNGH'' in the kind of exaggerated, meodramatic way that only came out of a kid who'd gotten too much of their idea of sex from watching porn.
Pity held her head still, kept jerking him off through the orgasm. Then leaned back when it was finished, sliding his dick carefully out of her lips. And opening her mouth wide to show the pool of white in it. The boy laughed, a muzzy ``Holy shit...'' coming out of him before Pity shut her mouth, made a show of very obviously swallowing, and then opening it wide again, lolling her tongue out to show the absence of even a drop of white.
``You're amazing babe.'' from the boy's voice, as Pity stood up and posed, legs straight and one hand to her side with fingers out like she'd just finished a gymnastics routine, a very prim ``Thank you.'' Before she looked at her other hand.
``Oh shit it's melting.'' Laughing despite herself, as she brought the cone to her mouth. Clicking noises of the cell phone being moved, and then the video ending.
When it started again, it was showing a locker room. Dull brown walls and ugly grey-green rows of metal lockers, one of those long benches in the middle of the space that had definitely been there for three generations at least. And in the middle of the frame stood Pity.
Looking gorgeous. She had on a vivid cherry red dress, looking like it was made of several swatches of fabric wrapped together to hug against her body, supporting and showing off her breasts, baring her legs up to just above the knee, beautiful with lace along the hem and neckline and the ends of the princess sleeves that stopped at her upper arms.
Her face was made up too, a dash of color along her cheeks and a barely-there, deep blue eyeshadow sparkling on her eyes, a contrast to the shimmery deep red lip gloss she had on. Even her shoes were lovely, a pair of sensible high heels in the same intense red as the dress, looking like they were formed in the same criss-crossing fabric way.
She was smiling, but obviously nervous. And she fidgeted while looking past the camera, waiting for something. If someone had never seen her, they might have mistaken the beautiful, busty coyote girl as much older than she actually was. Not TOO much older, mind, but old enough to have accompanied the sharply-dressed wolf boy that stepped into frame to a school dance.
He had every mark of a high school jock: strong shoulders and legs, tall enough that even with her height Pity only came up to his chest. Button-down shirt under charcoal suit jacket taut over a strong chest, and that kind of just-handsome-enough to be impressive to girls his age (or younger) face. Black hair expertly styled in the fashion popular with teenage boys right now.
He strutted up to her with a smile, and when Pity turned to him and glanced nervously at the camera again he raised a hand and cupped her cheek, turning her back to look at him as he leaned down and kissed her deeply. Soft, wet sounds from their mouths as the kiss stretched on, the smacking of lips parting, meeting, parting again. The boy pushing his tongue into her mouth first, sliding his other hand around her back and down to grip her butt through her dress, get a startled *yip* into his mouth that he laughed at, before pressing into the kiss again.
Whatever nervousness had been clinging to Pity faded quickly in the face of all this: she let out a needy *moan* into the bigger boy's mouth, arching her back to press her breasts against him, leaning in to push her thighs onto either side of his leg. He moved, pivoting them both so that Pity's back was to the camera. And breaking the kiss so he could trail them along her neck, and look up to check the camera as he bunched her skirt up, showed off plump brown ass with the bright red thong bikini with black lace all along the sides doing almost nothing to cover it. *Gripped* her cheeks, digging his fingers in as she squeaked and responded by moving a hand between them, and going by the grunt of surprise from the boy, groping his crotch.
It pulled his attention away from the camera, back to nuzzling into her neck, kissing along it. Sitting down and hiking her skirt up, to hook his thumbs into her very-pretty-panties and wiggle them down. Pity squeezing her legs together, glancing to the side. Murmuring.
``Are you *sure* we're not gonna get caught?''
``Totally sure babe. Now c'mon, I need you so bad.''
That pulled a smile inexorably onto her face, and she bent over and mooned the camera with a sexy little wiggle of her butt as she pulled the thong the rest of the way down, carefully stepping out of it and picking it up to set it on the bench.
``You don't wanna just kick `em off?'' Asked from the boy as Pity's hands worked around his waist, the clink and flap of a belt coming undone, a zipper coming down.
``No way, these were expensive!'' Retorted from the girl, pushing fabric out of the way and then climbing awkwardly onto the bench to straddle over teenage canine dick. Moving her hips to rub her groin against the tip, teasing little pushes and slides as the boy set his hands on her hips. After some seconds he made a noise, and pushed at her, making Pity wobble, squeak, and then laugh.
``Wow, you're eager.''
``I just really want to be up in you babe. Just like in my bedroom. And the car.'' He raised a hand and stroked her hair, and Pity giggled, and shrugged.
`` `Kay.'' Reached a hand down to stroke it along him, grip him just so. And settle herself down, sliding him up inside of her as the boy *groaned*, another melodramatic too-loud-to-not-be-learned-from-porn noise.
Pity's fat butt settling on his lap as she gave a shivery breath of her own, and then began riding him. Soft noises of bodies meeting, echoing off ugly green lockers as she settled her hands on his shoulders, alternated between bouncing herself up and down and sitting *firmly* on him, grinding herself around as he kept making overly loud noises. Hands sliding up and down her sides, then down to bunch up her skirt and expose her butt to the camera again. Give one plush cheek a *slap*.
Little yip and jump out of Pity, and she moved one hand to take hold of his wrist, laughing. ``Hey, don't spank me, I'm being a *good* girl.''
She pulled his hand up to set it on her hip again, going back to bouncing as the boy laughed. ``Oh, sorry babe. I got confused.''
And then the noise of a door squealing open sounded from out of frame. Pity froze, turning her head in that direction with eyes wide. The wolf boy was much less startled, even when two other teenaged boys walked into the frame.
``Fuck man, you started without us!'' came from the pig boy. Not *fat* like the stereotype of his species, but big all around in a way that said he definitely *would* be once teenagerhood ended and metabolisms slowed down. Strawberry-blonde hair in a disheveled mop on top of his head, his own shirt partly unbuttoned with his tie hanging loose. Like the wolf's, actually.
``You weren't kidding about her though.'' That came from the horse. Taller by head and shoulders than either of the other two boys, glossy chestnut-colored coat and short-cut brown hair. His outfit still in pristine condition, though judging by the state of the front of his pants, not for too long.
Pity stared at the both of them, mouth agape and eyes big and frightened. The hand that had been holding the wolf's wrist jerked back to yank her skirt down, as though covering her butt might stop the pig from staring at it, but when she tried to lift herself off of his lap the wolf boy caught her wrists instead, held her firmly in place.
``Whoa, whoa, babe, calm down! Chill out, it's cool!''
``Why are they here? Why are they acting like, like you -'' Pity struggling with the words, that particular way she got when panicking very audible, complete with the little heaves of her chest.
``I *invited* them, babe.''
``Why would you DO that??'' Scratchy voice strained taut now, staring at the wolf boy with what little was visible of her face showing a horrified, threatening tears expression.
The wolf just smiled, turning her face back toward him when she tried to look at the other two boys - the pig already taking off his jacket - and speaking with the kind of low, intent voice that usually worked like a charm on needy young girls.
``Because they're friends, baby, and this is something we all do. It's a team thing, *everybody* shares girlfriends once. If they're serious about the girlfriend at least, and she's cool. I told them you were cool, babe.''
Rubbing her cheek, a glimpse of one wide eye darting towards the other two boys, then back at him. Pity taking a shivery, unhappy breath, still threatening that hyperventilating panic.
``You, you could've *asked* me fuh-first, I-''
``I was *gonna* baby! But I saw you in this dress and I just totally forgot! I didn't even remember they were coming until right now!'' Same low, urgent tone, still stroking her cheek. Pity sniffling, looking back at the boys. Back at the wolf.
``Really?'' Quiet and small out of her. And the wolf boy laughed, and pulled her closer. Groping her butt with one hand and squeezing her tight to him with the other.
``Of course! I wouldn't just spring this on you out of nowhere on *purpose*! Sheesh, I know you're cool, but that'd be totally shitty.''
A sniff. But when Pity spoke again there was the sound of a smile to the words. ``Okay, I guess, I guess I can forgive you.''
The wolf boy smiled wider, still stroking her cheek. ``Thanks babe. Sorry again. But so we're cool, right? And they're cool getting in on it too?''
As the `it' in question, Pity's stricken expression when she looked back at the other boys made sense? Especially with the horse undoing his jacket now, the pig already having unbuckled his belt.
``We all do it.'' The wolf boy still talking, the same careful tone. ``But only with the girls we're totally serious about. Their girlfriends were cool with it, and I told them you would be too. I'm really sorry I forgot to tell you babe, but we're all here now. You're cool with it, right?''
Rubbing a hand up and down her butt, keeping her held against him. Pity staring at the other boys, swallowing hard. And shrugging.
``I guess.''
They had her suck them off first. The wolf sliding out of her and having her sit on the bench, the other two boys hurrying eagerly out of their clothes to step up to either side of her.
The horse wasn't as big as porno would have you believe all horses are, but still big *enough* that Pity gave a little jump when his boxers came down and that long rod bounced free. Didn't help it nearly hit her in the face.
The pig on the other hand *did* make her recoil outright, blinking at the pink corkscrew cock sticking out from between his legs, with a ``Wh-what, what the hell?''
``Geez, what've you never seen a pig dick before?'' The porcine boy retorting with a little annoyance.
``That's kinda racist, babe.'' The wolf boy, standing behind the bench with only his shirt and jacket on. Pity looking over her shoulder at him, then back at the pig, hunching a little where she sat.
``Sorry.''
``Hey, do me first then.'' Pig boy stepping forward, almost jabbing the tip of his curly-Q dick against her cheek before she jerked back.
``What `first', I bet she could do both at once.'' From the horse boy, who had a very gregarious way of speaking. Pity darting looks between the two of them as the pig looked up at him.
``Dude, I don't wanna rub my dick on yours, gross!''
``Well I don't want to just sit her jerking off.''
``Hey! Hey, I got it. It's, uh, cool.'' Pity interceding, glancing back at the wolf before turning to them again. ``I don't want you in my mouth at the same time either, so here. Just, don't ruin my makeup, okay? I worked *really* hard on it, I'll be pissed.''
Scolding the both of them, before leaning forward a little further to wrap her muzzle around curly-Q pig dick. Visible awkwardness as she tried to work out what best to do, moving her jaw in a way that suggested her tongue squirming all around inside.
She probably needn't have worried about it, with the loud ecstatic *groan* that came out of the pig boy, leaning back and putting his hands on her head, bunching glossy black hair a bit.
``Whoa *fuck* you weren't kidding about her. I, f-fffffuck.''
Pity wrapping her other hand around the horse boy's cock (Fingers juuuust touching) and sliding it firmly up and down, slow and determined strokes. Though once pig boy started to grip at the top of her head she popped her mouth off and smacked at his hands with her own.
``Don't mess up my *hair* either!''
``What the fuck, I'm not!''
``You're *gonna*! Just, don't pull on it.'' Huffing, before she stuck his dick into her mouth again and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. Whatever annoyance that had gotten out of the boy, it was quickly forgotten amid another too-loud *groan*, leaning his hips out while Pity slid her tongue all around and over him.
The horse boy, when she swapped to him, was the only restrained one of the group. A much softer *grunt* when Pity wedged spongy flared tip into her mouth, a soft little gagging noise before she took to bobbing her head up and down. The horse also being more careful about setting his hands into her already-inevitably-mussing hair, shivering as her hand kept running up and down his dick from base to medial ring, her muzzle just reaching the latter with those little `grck' sounds.
``Wow she's...nnh...she really is great. Last girlfriend I had was a donkey `n couldn't...nngh...get half this far!''
A flick up from Pity's amber eyes, a moment of peering suspiciously. But then pig boy was tugging on her shoulder and complaining again.
``Alright that's enough of this oral stuff, I wanna get to the good part.''
Pity leaning back with that particular *pop* of a fat cock out of her mouth, hurried looks between them as the horse glared down at his friend.
``This is why you can't keep a girl. I'm going first.''
``Whatever man, just hurry it up.''
``What do you mean, `going first'?'' From Pity, framed between them and looking very much like a twelve-year-old amid high schoolers. Horse smiling back down at her, rubbing her head.
``Well, everybody loves horsie rides, right?''
Judging by Pity's expression, she did not in fact love horsie rides. Or even like the idea all that much. But nonetheless she ended up perched on the well-worn wooden bench, precariously straddling an upright horsecock with her hands up on the equine boy's shoulders, squatting down while he held himself still until the flared tip could slide up and inside of her. She bit her lip and make a little noise, but kept lowering herself down to about the medial ring, where she paused.
The horse moaning in appreciation, one hand on her hip. The other letting go of his shaft to cup her thigh, then move the one on her hip to do the same. Pity having just enough time to start to ask what he was doing before he lifted *up*, taking her feet out from under her, and dropped her down.
A YIP that would definitely be heard by anyone out in the hall, as Pity's butt almost landed on the horseboy's lap. The girl biting her lip and goggling, trembling in place...but then he helped her get her feet onto the bench again. And after some gentle stroking, she began to work herself up and down, sliding long shaft in and out of her, quavery breaths taken as she worked into a rhythm.
``Hey, I know Jeremy's not that big for a horse-''
``Hey, screw you!''
`` -but *damn* look at her take all of that. You're a real pro, babe!'' The wolf boy, looking on and jerking himself appreciatively. Pity looking toward him, and though her expression was hidden it had the same feeling at the look she'd given the horse a few minutes before.
``Yeah, she's great. I wanna see how much.'' The pig, suddenly. Stepping forward and straddling the bench to come up behind Pity and catch her hip with one hand, bunching up her skirt and then angling his dick with the other, up between her cheeks. Making the girl wobble out of the rhythm she'd worked up, twisting on top of the horse and protesting
``H-hey, wait, I - *wait*! I can't do two at once!''
``Sure you can! All girls can, and you've got *experience*.'' The pig boy ignoring her, holding her hip tight (with subtle help from the horse boy, gripping her sternum) and rolling his hips to *jab* his culy-q cock up against her tailhole, and then in.
``That doesn't mean IiiieeeEEAAHHH!'' Scratchy *shriek* from Pity as the pig's corkscrew cock sank up her ass, legs going *taut* as she tried to lift herself up and off of him, the two boys' hands holding her firmly in place as tears threatened in her eyes.
``I SAID WAIT! I *SAID*!'' Pity shouting at them, as the horse tried to shush her, stroking along her hair. And looking meaningfully at the wolf boy, who stepped closer and slid arms around sniffling tweenager.
``Hey, baby, hey, it's okay. He's right, *all* girls can do this, and you're so much better than all girls. You've got this, you've *totally* got this. I believe in you.''
It worked, threatening-tears `yote girl calming down. At least long enough for the pig to start fucking her ass, heavy Plaps of pink hips against brown butt, the horse guiding her to move up and down on top of him again, some fumbling before he managed to get into sync with the pig, dragging her down into each thrust until Pity was doing it herself.
At which point he moved his hands up to her chest. Groping and fondling big brown breasts with a deftness that belied his size, pinching nipples just-so through the fabric and making Pity writhe even as two cocks sawed in and out of her.
``I wanna see these.'' Murmured from the horse, as he curled his fingers into the collar of Pity's dress and tugged a little. And then a little more.
Pity, having just begun to get lost in the sensation, blinking and looking down. ``Hey. Wait a second, it doesn't...it doesn't go like that.''
The horse tugging more firmly, ignoring her now. Intent on the brown globes he'd partly exposed more of, even as Pity squirmed on top of him.
``Hey I said *wait*, you're gonna - ``
Skrrch.
It wasn't a loud noise, and the result wasn't dramatic. No front of the brilliant red thing tearing away, or some ugly gash down the side. But that was the noise of popping seams, and Pity shrieking ``MY DRESS!'' with a wrenching kind of upset as brown globes bounced and bobbled free.
Her hands came up to SMACK at the horse, grabbing and pushing at his face. He caught them deftly - had to be easier than a football - and forced them back behind her, where the pig could catch them and pin them to her sides. The wolf boy was still trying to soothe her as the horse leaned forward, took one dark nipple into his mouth and suckled on it, pinched it firmer than before between big, powerful teeth.
The soothing kept Pity from outright breaking into tears, possibly alongside the boy promising he'd buy her another. But the damp was still visibly there in her eyes, even with the horse alternating from nipple to nipple, with the pig smacking hips off her ass and keeping her hands pinned, the horse's own hips starting to move faster.
When the horse came, it was audible. Dark nipple popping free from his mouth just before powerful teeth *clenched*, and apparently porn wasn't *entirely* inaccurate with how he whinnied into the orgasm. A blatant *SPLAT, SPLORT, SPLT* from Pity's crotch, while behind her the pig started groaning out loud, not from an orgasm but in the loud, drawn-out way someone heading *toward* an orgasm might, if they were railing a girl up the ass in a porn flick for one of those desperately misogynistic sites.
``Ooooaaagh, Ooooooaaaaagh Aaagh Aaagh AaaaAAAAAAAAANGH! NNNNGH, YEAH bitch, *Yeah*.''
Flopping balls *jumping* as the last *Splot* came from a twitch of the horse's cock. Pity already near to tears, before what happened next. Because the wolf boy had been jerking himself the whole time, and as his two friends came, he pulled her head toward him.
``H-here baby, look here, looknnnngghhooooooh!''
He aimed his dick up, either on purpose or by reflex. And the splatter of his own orgasm landed a thick squirt right across Pity's face. Then another. A third, coating both rouged cheek and the deep sparkly blue on one eye, before the last pattered across one princess sleeve.
In the aftermath, all three boys were huffing (well, two of them. The pig boy was still grunting, much more openly porcine noises now, riding the orgasm notable to his species up taut twelve-year-old asshole). But none of them loud enough to cover the wrenching little *sob* that came out of Pity, shaking where she was caught between them.
And certainly not to drown out the heartbroken ``Why would you do that?''
The wolf boy tried to say something, fumbling in the afterglow of orgasm and the little laugh that came out of him. It only made Pity sob harder.
"I thuh-thought you were my boyfriend!"
Cut to black.
The next thing to appear was a still image of a text conversation. The names obscured, but;
'Hey, when r we going out again?'
'We're broken up.'
'oh. Yeah that's fine, my life was gonna b ruined if 2 many more people saw me hanging out with a scrounger anyway.'
'FUCK YIU!'
And fade out to black again.
In the plant, Pity was bawling. Sobbing like a much younger girl, her face even more of a sloppy mess than firm fucking from a huge shaft would normally have made it. Slimy white dribbled out of her cunt *and* her asshole now, trickling down her back and down over her very pregnant-looking stomach. After that last firm SPLUT in sync with the horse's, the central stalk had held still for a time.
But now it started moving again, and suddenly. Less an act of fucking a tweenaged girl, and more one of pounding her down, bloated-unto-ready-to-pop purple breasts thumping repeatedly off the edge of the hole before it stretched to swallow them in, writhing tweenager pounded down like a nail deeper, and deeper, until her fat ass vanished from the inside of the folded petals.
The video feed that was still on her had a warning attached, for any who weren't into the exact kind of cub murder that followed. The central stalk ramming her down into a wider space below, fleshy interior walls with little holes that quivered, guttered, and then sprayed a yellowish liquid out and all over her.
All told much worse than the last time it she'd have yellowish fluid sprayed all over her, given the sizzling HISSSS it made wherever it touched her and the way it melted her fur and her *skin* clean off. Hide dropping off in patches and chunks while the girl SCREECHED, spasmed around still impaled on the thick tentacle. Her breasts looked barely any different!
Which maybe upset the plant? Given the way the chamber contorted, and there was a moment's creaking before the clustered sound of things snapping, the crackling of bones squeezed much too tight and turning Pity's screeching to a much more guttural HUAAAAAGUNNGH!
The chamber expanded again, leaving crooked-everywhere, skinless `yote cub hanging over a rapidly filling pool of that same liquid. When the holes guttered and *sprayed* her again, the only sound she could summon was a pitiful, mewling *sob* before the liquid bubbled up over her face.