Danger Woman In Pursuit
by tannim
September 22, 2016

	That was enough.  Dropping the crayon, Molly pushed herself away from the table and peaked out the door of her room.  She could only color for so long.  If her new babysitter couldn't figure out something else to do, and judging by the way the old woman was asleep on the couch, she couldn't, Molly would have to find something herself.  No, not Molly.  The little girl grinned and waddled to her bed and dug out her hidden costume.  DANGER WOMAN would.

	After tying her cape around her neck and solemnly donning her colander, the six year old was gone and Danger Woman was ready to figure out a plan.  Danger Woman had to pause on the way to the door to adjust her overalls over her massively over-pumped vulva when the fabric pinched just on the way through the door, but she didn't let that hold her back.  After only  minute of stuffing a hand around and fiddling under her clothing she freed the errant bunched cloth and resumed her mission of justice to the kitchen.

	Danger Woman grabbed a glass of orange juice and a freezer pop, then hurried to the window.  She'd planned to climb out until she remembered how high up the house was.  It would be too dangerous to climb out there again.  The waterfall could really make things slippery.  Instead she finished the juice and hurried to the front door as quietly as her thighs rubbing against her mound would let her.

	With one last glance back at the still sleeping Mary Lamb, she unlocked the door and went down the elevator to get out.  Free at last, Danger Woman set about wandering around the small lawn, chasing bad guys that she knew had to be there, if only in her imagination.  They were quick, but they had to be dealt with.

	Since she couldn't run all that fast, DW had to be cunning.  She set traps around the lawn, little three to four inch deep holes here, a circle of rope she imagined to be perfect to snare an unwary ankle, a trip line spread between two sticks shoved in the dirt.  None of the villains would know they were there and soon her holding cell would be full and ready to turn into the police.

	Danger Woman tossed a stuffed bear doll into the snare and cheered herself when the diamond thief fell for the trap.  He hung from one leg in the air calling for help until she hurried over and tossed him into the laundry basket that was her prison.  The dastardly toy got away when he briefly overpowered her after her foot got stuck in a pit trap.

	She was on the ground for a short while before she managed to push herself back up and pursue the jewel thief.  Danger woman paused to wipe grass and dirt from the groin of her coveralls when she noticed it, then charged around the yard.  The bear was nowhere to be seen!

	Detective Danger Woman went back to the scene to carefully recreate what happened.  It took her a few minutes to figure out how he got out of the basket and to see his leg just peaking out under the bush some feet away.  She stopped before she could get to him though.

	"MOLLY? Where did you go, Molly?"

	His accomplice! Danger Woman hid behind the bush, knowing she didn't dare let them see her or she'd miss a double arrest.  She had to be careful, too.  Two crooks together were far more dangerous than one alone.

	She heard the door open and heard the Ewe calling again.  The bush wasn't safe, Danger Woman  had to back away before it was too late.  Hoofsteps on the driveway told her where the accomplice was and she had just enough time to waddle in an arc to the side of the house.

	"Hmm... I wonder why she dug all these little holes in the lawn." Mary Lamb looked around at a noise. "Oh ho... hiding are we? Well, let's just see what we find."

	Danger Woman looked around for a better spot.  Just hiding around the corner wasn't going to work.  She'd need a real spot.  Maybe the tree her swinging rope hung on! That was wide enough! Perhaps a distraction would also help.

	It also gave her a perfect view of her pursuer coming around the edge of the house.  She watched the old ewe look around, then head right for the colorful decoy laying near the rope hanging down from the tree.  Danger Woman held her breath, watching, waiting, planning.  The old woman bent to look at her squirrel doll. NOW!

	Danger Woman charged out from around the tree, leapt at the rope.  The beautiful arc in her head didn't quite work when the weight of her swollen vaginal mound proved too heavy to lift very high.  With arms straining, all DW could do was try to climb higher and kick her legs to get some momentum going.

	Mary Lamb turned at the grunt and was surprised to see Molly had managed to climb three feet in the air despite the weight.  Her feet flailed madly as she tried to swing, but mostly they just bumped against her groin and sent her spinning and flopping about wildly out of control on the rope.  It was hard not to laugh, but she managed it.

	"Just you wait, evildoer, Danger Woman will get you... er, in a minute."

	"Danger woman would do better if she stopped kicking and let her body go still for a few seconds, dear."

	Molly stopped kicking after a second. "Oh, ok.  Don't move, please.  I mean, stay where you are!"

	It took almost eight seconds for her to stop swaying.  By then, her arms were shaking from the strain of holding herself up.  She looked worried.

	"Uh oh... I don't think I can climb back down."

	Mary smiled and moved closer.  She wrapped both arms around the six year old's vulva, since Molly had swung her legs up to wide to grab those, too, and got ready for the weight.  She was rather surprised when the girl wrapped both legs around her back and Molly bucked forward at the same time as she let go.

	Molly Grinned over her shoulder at Mary's legs, all that she could see with her groin covering the rest of the old woman. "HA! I caught you! NOBODY gets away from DANGER WOMAN!"

	There was a muffled noise under her as Miss Lamb tried to speak.  Molly giggled at the woman's hands shoving against her sensitive bits from below and squirmed to squish herself more firmly down over her captive.  The struggling grew more frantic and Danger Woman realized she had to get off quickly.

	She stood up and waddled forward as fast as she could.  Mary sucked in a deep breath and lay still, panting heavily before Molly turned and grabbed her hand.  It took them both a few tries to pull her to her feet, but she looked alright other than all her wool and clothing looking disheveled.

	Still huffing for breath, Mary crossed her arms. "You should be careful about sitting that thing on people, Molly!"

	"Hehe... I'm sorry.  I was just playing."

	"I think it would be better if we go back into the house now.  Come along, Danger Woman.  You've caught enough bad guys for tonight."

	"Aw. ok..."

	Mary lead her to the elevator and took the girl's hand. "You're quite soft down there, you know.  Other than not being able to breath, I enjoyed it."

	"You felt really good pushing against me."

	They both went inside quiet for some seconds before Miss Lamb crouched next to her. "I wouldn't mind trying that again, you know.  Maybe without the overalls.  I can spread you open and breath when I need to that way."

	"OK! Danger Woman is always ready..." Molly giggled at the dark look on Mary's face and took off her colander, "ok... I guess it can be fun without being danger woman, too.  You should take off you dress, too.  It'll get all slimy and icky."

	"You get that wet, eh?" The ewe smiled and tugged her dress off. "Well, I'll trust you.  I get pretty wet, too.  These get pretty messy some days."

	Two long half inch thick inner labia hung from groin to the floor when they unrolled from her plain white panties.  The ewe's pussy lips were deep red, quite wet.  A few strands of slick sticky fluid connected the two flaps.  Molly leaned closer to look and even poked them.

	"They're really pretty!"

	Miss Lamb swished her hips to make her labia sway like long ribbons. "Thank you.  Erm... yours are too, from what I've seen of them.  They certainly felt very nice through your clothes."

	Molly popped the snaps off her overalls and tugged them down.  It was much more work for her to strip than it had been for Mary to strip.  With her vulva so big it pressed against her thighs, knees, and the top of her lower legs, it couldn't just be slid smoothly down.  The front and back bulged out, too so she had to first pull her legs out one by one then stick both arms into the crotch and sort of peel it down.  Strands of her own intimate fluids stretched from cloth to cunt when she pulled it away.

	Even before she had them off, Mary could see she wasn't wearing any underwear.  She assumed the girl was too lazy to fight putting them on or worried about taking them off to go to the bathroom, either way, it gave her a happy tingle of delight seeing the little bear girl's bare flesh.  There was always something exciting about seeing pants slipping down with nothing to hide what was under them.  The sight of so much intimate moisture pulling away from Molly's groin was very exciting too.

	"Do you always get so wet, Molly?"

	"Huh?" The six year paused with her shirt pulled up over her head.

	Miss Lamb crouched to pat her young friend's vulva near the floor. "Right here, dear.  It is very wet.  Is it always like that?"

	Molly pulled the shirt the rest of the way off and stood naked before the old ewe. "Yup! Mommy said it was a good thing.  I shouldn't let my mound get too dry in the really sensitive areas."

	"That's good advice." Mary picked her own labia up by their tips before standing up. "These need to be kept moist, too, or they become very uncomfortable and can't stretch.  Would you like to feel mine?"

	Both long labia were held out and Molly curiously ran her fingers down them.  The moist flesh felt like her own, but much thinner and with far more wrinkles.  She wrapped a hand around each of them and gave them a squeeze, then a tug.  It felt like squishing taffy and looked a lot like it too with the extra skin bulging around her fingers when it was displaced.

	"These are funny!" Molly tugged without letting up and giggled at the flesh stretching visibly at Miss Lamb's groin.  The more she pulled the more the wrinkles smoothed out.  There was a lot of extra length hidden in those wrinkles! "Wow, how long do they go?"

	Mary let go of the bottom ends with the girl pulling them and ran her hands over them where they extended from her body. "They can go at least as tall as I am.  I've never really measured their full stretched.  It's taken me a lifetime of dedicated stretching to get them that far.  It's such a fun hobby.  I suspect it's like your pumping with you mother.  I'm glad you like them."

	Moving awkwardly back a step, Molly tried a trick she'd seen other children do with ropes.  She flicked the woman's labia up and pulled down repeatedly to make the flesh ripple in waves.  The old ewe's thighs and belly tensed at the motion and her hands pressed together against her clitoris.

	"Oh... my.  I've never tried that before." Mary grunted and kept her body tense while it kept going.  The constant motion of her labia teased her groin better than standard fingering could and it sent the rippling waves into the base of her clit, too.  She could feel another dribble of moisture running into her thigh wool and took a step back to increase the stretch. "Oh... That feels a lot better than it should for such a silly thing! I don't suppose you'd like to keep doing that? Maybe while I lay on the floor and you walk yours over my face and chest?"

	Molly paused, looking confused. "Over your face?"

	"That's right, and chest." The ewe sat, then lay flat, still speaking. "Just like how you landed on me earlier when I helped you off the rope swing."

	It took a few seconds of looking at the horny sheep laying there looking hopefully at her, but Molly decided to go for it.  She'd never had her mound fully over anybody's head before.  Shrugging, she waddled forward.  Mary obviously wanted it.

	Walking over somebody's face was kind of fun.  She'd walked over Kit's feet before and had enjoyed him wiggling them between her folds, but they'd been kind of rough.  Miss Lamb's soft fleece and muzzle felt much better.

	The old woman lifted her head just as Molly's mound slid over it, making the girl giggle at the unexpected penetration.  She'd wondered what it would feel like when she'd felt Molly's clothed vulva against her and feeling it bare skin was everything she'd hoped for.  Sound was muffled, soft hot flesh surrounded her, and there was a playful pulsing from the girl's body reacting to her touch.  Such a lovely girl.

	Molly took another step forward until her mound covered Mary's shoulders and small breasts, too.  She looked back along her pussy and made sure that none of the ewe was sticking out before squatting down to really squeeze her heavily pumped cunt down.  Mary grabbed at her fat outer lips with both hands after another ten seconds or so and peeled her vulva open in the back.

	Miss Lamb sucked in a few long deep breaths from between the open folds.  Each breath let Molly feel her breasts rub against her sensitive inner labia.  She laughed and used her legs to twist her enormous mound back and forth over the woman just to feel them better.  Another girl playing down there felt a lot different than another boy.  Molly tugged on Mary's long labia still held in her hands.  They had a lot different parts to play with, too.  She wondered why her mom never wanted to try laying under her.

	Mary sucked in another deep breath, then let go and let Molly's pussy close around her again.  At first she was content just to lay there and feel the girl pulsing around her.  After just another dozen seconds, she wanted more.  There felt like plenty of room to move around, so she lifted her shoulders and head up to push deeper in.  Soft wet noises filled her ears with the movement and were joined by a surprised yell from outside when she turned her head left and right quickly to hear more.

	Molly looked down at the movement, but couldn't see more than her mound shifting a little. "HEY! What are you doing down there?!"

	Miss Lamb's soft wool really tickled her sensitive inner labia far less often touched deep vulval flesh.  The ewe's ears and muzzle also teased here insides.  Having so much of somebody touching so much of her was far different than her mom, kit, or anybody else just shoving an arm in there.  Molly's body tensed from the pleasant stimulation.  After just a few seconds of it, her clit just above Mary's belly was erect and begging for attention.  The girl bent forward to rub it with Mary's own well stretched and very aroused bits she was still holding on to.

	It felt strange and wonderful to them both feeling each other's enlarged parts touching.  Molly's two finger thick three inch long clitoris was hard and slick against Mary's much longer but much softer labial ribbons.  Wrapping the older woman's flaps around the stiff clit, Molly made it even better.  She could stroke herself like a boy with two fingers working her babysitter's flesh over herself.  It was almost like she was fucking Miss Lamb.

	Mary tried to sit up fully inside of Molly, but she had to quickly lay back down and part the bear cub's mound again so she could take another series of deep breaths.  As exciting as it was to be in there, she couldn't stay too long without air, especially with parts her own pussy being played with.  For about fifteen seconds, she just lay holding the six year old's vulva open and staring up into the deep red interior.  There was just enough light to see about twelve inches in.  She'd pushed her head deeper than that.

	"You're very beautiful down here, Molly." Miss Lamb sounded dreamy saying it.

	"What do I look like? I can't see down there." Molly's fingers never stopped rubbing.

	Mary kissed both sides of the young bear's pussy on either side of her head, then gave the soft wet flesh a long lick over as much as she could reach in one swipe. "Perhaps I can bring a camera and a light with me next time.  You look very red and blushing from this angle.  Mmm... with many folds and wrinkles inside pulsing around me."

	"That doesn't sound pretty." The six year old's voice was strained, her fingers working faster and both thighs squeezing around her mound tighter.

	"It's very pretty to me." Mary slipped her arms under Molly's mound and sat back up again into the deep fleshy sex mound.

	She pushed up with both head and hands until she felt the actual entrance to the child's vagina.  It was amazing how far she had gone in without even penetrating the girl's real pussy.  Everything leading up to that tiny virgin hole was just her outer covering!

	The moment her fingers brushed over Molly's true vagina, the girl squealed and stepped forward in surprise.  Mary had to bend forward with the girl as the weight of that huge mound wouldn't let her stay still.  Molly pulled forward until Miss Lamb fully popped out.  Almost as soon as the old ewe slid free, the friction of her exit pushed the six year old over the edge to orgasm.

	Mary saw the rhythmic pulses and watched the massive mound pulse and clench in awe.  She could feel it over her belly and pelvis, moving in time to Molly's pleasure, and she had to lean forward and wrap both arms around it in a lustful hug.  The position brought her muzzle right up against the span of flesh between anus and pussy, which gave her somewhere to nuzzle while holding it.  She hummed to herself in delight.  What a beautiful little bear!