An unmarked truck packing a full shipment of pre-pricked condoms waits to fulfill its nefarious purpose in the well lit loading bay of Eggmaker's not-so-abandoned condom factory. Twirling the keyring around his right index finger, a light-blue yoshi approaches the driver's-side door. With a streak of speed, the Rubber Lass jumps down from the catwalk above! Cutting off his path, she lands facing the yoshi, bending her right knee toward the ground to take the impact. She flashes him a naughty smirk along with a prolonged view through through the shiny, heart-shaped window between her bare, furry thighs, where a semi-transparent, pink female condom is stretched over the heart cutout in the crotch of her clingy suit. It bears down nearly flat on the furry prize trapped behind it, the moist, pink slit curled down the center pressed open against the inside of its plastic shielding. She stands, her breasts bouncing in the restrictive, pink spandex of her suit, her large nipples pushing themselves firm into the reservoirs of two similarly heart-shaped male condoms.

She starts approaching the yoshi with poise, stepping lightly in her form-fitting rubber boots, tail swishing in the opposite direction she rocks her hips. The yoshi backs away with nervous glances up and down her body. His nuts, sized and shaped like mangoes, swing with each step until the tip of his tail smooshes up against the grey concrete wall behind him. The tip of his pink member pushes out stiff through his cockslit, however, betraying his excitement over finally getting his chance to face down the famous fox heroine. Coming close, Lass presses the belly of her tight suit against his smooth front side and grins up at him as she slowly runs her gloved palms down his equally smooth upper arms, the tip of her muzzle almost reaching the underside of his chin.

"You won't be needing these where you're going," she growls, pulling back a little and smoothly lifting the keys out of his shaking right hand with a wink of her left eye. She snickers, twirling them around her left index finger before tossing them over her shoulder. She glances behind her: Condom Crusader catches the keys and dashes out of sight with them behind the truck cab to enter via the passenger door, as planned. Hoping she won't need to buy him too much more time to hijack it, she turns back to the yoshi. She leans in and, raising herself on her toes, drags her tongue up the underside of his chin with a small, inviting smile.

The yoshi shivers, forgetting the job he was supposed to be doing here. Instead, his slit spreads more and more as his curved, dolphin-like cock pushes out through it, smoothly but quickly, and rises up, quivering tip nearly poking into the underside of the Lass's cleavage. Fully erect, it holds his slit wide open with its rippled, muscled base curving up into a straighter, tapered shaft. It curves back forward at the top of the shaft, narrowing smoothly into a wiggly, rounded tip that launches pre everywhere with sudden, explosive sprays. The shaft strains forward against Lass as she presses against it, making the belly of her suit pull in taut underneath its length. The yoshi's eyes go wild, determining she really is here to have a battle just with him. "Wraow!" he exclaims, excitedly trying to grab her shoulders.

She jumps back just in time! "Oh my goodness!" she coos, looking down the barrel of his cannon. She shifts her hips again and runs the index and middle fingers of her right glove up the underside of his tense erection. "My, someone's very ready for this!" Her fingers reach the top; and he momentarily curls his squirming, prehensile tip over and around them, spraying pre on the rubber guarding the front of her crotch. "Ooh..." she coos, biting her lower lip, eyes traveling up and down his strong body. The yoshi locks his gaze on the heart squishing back and forth between her rocking hips, where his pre is running down over the plastic shield. He lets out a hot huff, his nostrils flaring and his teeth grit hard. Fists clenched against the wall, he sprays pre in long, powerful jets that audibly splat on her belly, his tip pushing forward and stiffening out repeatedly as if it were being pulled and pumped.

"What's this, hmm?" She smiles down at her sticky front side. She feigns confused innocence as she runs her same two fingers up through the splats, collecting his warm goo. His gaze follows her fingers upward, and she twitches her perky ears to help draw his attention back to her face. Looking back up at him herself, she raises her paw to her muzzle and sniffs his strong, spicy scent. Giving a low, aroused growl, thrashing her tail left and right, she spreads her fingers slightly in front of her muzzle, allowing the pre to strand and drape down between them. With a slow wink and a cute smile, she slowly laps the sweet stickiness from her gloved fingers and ends up with both stuck in her muzzle. "Mmm..." she moans, closing her eyes and slowly perking her ears up tall as she sucks off the last of his goo.

The yoshi snorts in excitement, tightening the muscles in his base and lifting his straightening shaft nearer her chest. The Lass slides her gloves, the left still dry, down the sides of his belly to support herself as drops down on both knees. Her mound gets clamped between her thighs and presses up against the pink latex stretched taut over it, barely containing her pudge. It disappears between her legs as she pushes her butt back in her clingy, bouncy suit, and leans forward, swishing her tail back and forth in time with the throbs of the shaft now pressed up against the flat of her muzzle.

"Haa-aahn!" he complains, curling his tip down and pushing his hips, bumping his upper curve against her closed mouth.

"Ooh, what a monster!" the Lass chides, looking up at him. "Naughty boy!" she gasps, her eyes half lidded in a submissive swoon. Folding back her ears against her blonde, well brushed hair, she sticks just the tip of her tongue out of her mouth and lashes it up the underside of his upper curve. He wriggles up above her head, spraying down between her ears. His slippery erection jumps away from her so often she has to bring both gloves back up to wrap around the shaft and hold him steady. Squeezing her breasts together between her upper arms, she pulls his cock down to her level and gives him a longer, slower lick up his underside with more of her soft, wide tongue.

"Hmm!" He grins, tightening up all over, pleased with this development.

"There's a good boy," she coos and plants a sweet kiss on his tip while the shaft tries to jump out of her slippery grip again. She suckles up the warm dangle of pre hanging off, giggling, and slowly sucks her way down his taper, pushing her tongue out along his underside. Her lips turn up in a grin at the corners of her muzzle and part gradually as she pushes lower, keeping them clamped tight on him. She drools down his shaft and stops only when her muzzle knocks up against his wide lower curve.

"Hmmn! Hrmmn!" the yoshi whines, humping, his tip curled over against the underside of his shaft. He bumps that blunt curve against the back of her clenching throat as she swallows the hot squirts running down the back of her tongue. She lets him fuck her muzzle a little, holding still for him while he pulls half his shaft out and shoves, repeatedly. Paws free to explore now, she traces up the insides of his legs, making him jump and shiver when she reaches his thighs. With a giggle and a deep swallow, she catches his nuts as they swing, mid hump. She cups their smooth, tense undersides in her palms, moaning as she imagines herself making them clench and blast all they have. She eases them upward with a cute giggle, determining them to be far too heavy and in dire need of release.

She tickles up his inner thighs with her fingertips and takes hold of his cock again, lower the time, barely able to close both paws together around his base, and grips tight around the wiggler, preparing to extract him from her muzzle. She moans in surprise: "Mmmn!" His shaft suddenly whips up and slaps the roof of her mouth due to her squeeze! With a pleased growl, she purses her warm, slippery lips as tight as she can and eases them up his shaft, swallowing frequently and sucking hard while she pulls him out against the pressure. After making her way up his shaft, she slips off his upper curve with a loud, wet smack. The yoshi, tail now bent up stiff between his lower back and the wall, whines and releases the extra tension by arching his cock forward and spraying a long spurt of thicker pre on the front of Lass's muzzle.

"Ready for more, hmm?" she giggles, licking the sticky off before it has a chance to drip and dry in her muzzle fur like it's already done in her hair. "Sorry, Bud, but we gotta get you wrapped up! Can't just let this bad boy keep squirting all over the place!"

She releases his cock, letting it spring proudly back up above her head, and reaches her left paw across her chest to retrieve one of the condoms out of the pack on her right upper arm. She sneaks her slippery right glove briefly between her legs, too, to check the integrity and lubrication of her nether heart, just in case he manages to snap his way through the first layer of protection with his significant abilities. It's fitted properly and very wet from her own juices, which have been building up on the inside of the film and soaking out through the one-way permeable membrane.

"Not sure one of my weak little condoms can even hold this thing, even with a reinforced tip!" she teases, fiddling the pink plastic ring in her right paw. She works it over her glove and stretches the membrane wide open between her thumb and spread fingers. Placing and holding the middle of it against the yoshi's excited tip, she looks up and makes eye contact with him around the side of his member. "Wanna find out, Big Guy?"

"Wrr! Hah!" The yoshi's eager cocktip quivers and sprays against the film. He happily humps forward into the squeaky, squeezy plastic, pushing it out the other end of the ring and curling his upper curve, wrapped, into Lass's palm. His heavy nuts slap back against the wall with a thud at the end of the thrust.

"Oh, wow," she grins, clenching her glove around the warm nipple of the condom pushing into her palm and rapidly inflating into a sagging pre balloon in her palm, "you're gonna be a dangerous one, aren't you?" She snaps the ring down near the top of his shaft and quickly grabs hold of it in both paws so he doesn't blow the thing off of himself before she gets a chance to roll it down the rest of the way. She slowly pushes her grippy paws down his shaft while his throbbing cock stands up tall, the creamy reservoir sagging off its tip, slowly expanding. It swings as he picks up his feet, wobbling back and forth, whining at his own sensitivity as she rolls the tight ring down to the midpoint of his base.

The unfortunate condom falls short and runs out of material well before it reaches his slit. Nevertheless, Lass sits back on her ankles to admire her handiwork. The condom is stretched evenly, albeit a little too tight, coating him all the way down without a single ripple. It's the right shade and transparent enough that it's hard to tell he's not bare, except for the part sagging off his tip. Though the shielding only makes it halfway down his intimidating lower curve, it clings resolute, handling the extra width beautifully. And the reservoir handles the extra weight without any problem, jumping up and hanging lower with each splat his stiffening tip sprays against the inside of the wrapper.

"Hnn! Haa-aa!" the yoshi whines, pushing into the tightness, the ripples on the underside of his base clenching and flexing, pushing his shaft up and out at different angles. Lass starts to lift herself back to her feet, trying to decide what she's going to do with him, but discovers something on the way that makes her drop back down: Though the sheathing remains smooth and taut all the way up his shaft, ripples are building up around his upper curve, topside and underside, as his tip pokes and strains, trying to pierce through. Each poke pushes out a bit of material, stretching the clingy plastic down around the precise shape of the wriggling tip. Receding, it leaves an increasing number of lax ovals weaker and slightly more transparent. He weakens it further around the top by curling his upper curve and stretching the lax, wrinkled dots out taut again, pulling the thinner material over more area.

"Hnn... Hmmmn..." The yoshi pushes his hips forward, getting antsy. Lass grits her teeth, watching him work. The condom won't last long getting poked like that, even with the reinforcement.

"You poor guy..." Lass gasps, biting her lip and giving him a naughty look, making like she's concerned for him rather than her own safety. If he's able to make such short work of her first line of defense, what does that mean for her second? She might end up in a very sticky situation. Buying herself some time to figure out a solution, she leans in so his turgid rubber pops into her cleavage. His shaft thrashes back and forth, wiggling her breasts and whapping them against one another on the rebound. She slowly kisses up his belly, actually pushing herself back to her feet this time.

The instant she sees his tip slip out the bottom of her cleavage and straighten up flush against the belly of her suit, a great idea comes to mind! She turns around clockwise with a wide, (perhaps prematurely) victorious grin and a tail flourish. Lifting her left leg high, she steps over his upcurved base as though mounting his saddle, taking it between her spread legs. The base pulls up against her, cupping her nether heart and squooshing in against her mound between its two halves, bulging her suit out against her thighs. "Hmm!!!" he celebrates as the Lass leans forward, pressing her warm butt cheeks, pert and tight in their spandex, against his belly.

She bends her knees and clamps her thighs together to hold him in place, bristling her pussy's fur against the inside of its protection, and wraps her tail around his right side, draping it over the curve in the top side of his tail. When she's finished adjusting her hips and seating herself comfortably, she wraps her left glove around the underside of his shaft as though it were the gullet of his saddle and holds it against her belly, readying herself to enact her plan.

Perhaps this yoshi thought he'd never get so close to the famous Rubber Lass! He groans and leans forward to sniff her hair, which is matted with her sweat as well as his earlier additions. Lass pauses and shivers, groaning along with him as he begins to kiss in the left crook of her neck. He leaves his warm drool seeping down in her fur while his hands wrap around her sticky belly and hold her in place too. Maybe she's gotten herself in more of a bind this way than the one she's planning on putting him in! His tongue pushes out, squirms down and around her left breast, and squeezes it around the base, making her suit and nipple protection struggle to hold onto her lengthening protrusion. "Wuh- One last ch- check before we get to the gu-u-ood part," she shivers, struggling to keep focus as his tongue bulb sticks where the firmness of her nipple fights against the grip of its condom.

She fiddles her index and middle fingers in the packet strapped to her left upper arm, thinking "I really hope it's still in here! I would hate to have taken this risk for nothing!" She gasps in relief, curling her fingers around a rubber band at the bottom of the pack. The condoms that were on top of it fly up and scatter at her feet as she yanks it out. She fits her fingers and thumb inside the rubber band and stretches it open like she did the condom and applies it with the snap of rubber on rubber over the yoshi's upper curve, forcing his tip to curl down against the underside of his shaft like it naturally did itself against the back of her throat before. Success! His tip pulls up, but the band snaps it back into place. He still sprays hard over and over into his balloon, continuing to produce an amazing amount of pre, but the flexing is no longer putting any significant strain on his condom.

"Mmm... I think we're ready now," she coos, blushing at her own tease as she catches herself staring down at his pink tower and drooling. She waddles away from him, easing herself forward along top of him, leaving a smeared trail of her moisture on his tense sheathing, fighting his cock's upward pull and pushing his shaft down at a flatter angle. When she feels his blunted upper curve pull up and push her heart against her entrance, she reaches behind her, bending her legs and leaning forward more so she can reach, and grips both gloves around his shaft nearer the base. Her tail slips soft and ticklish against his right side and lifts up behind her, wagging in front of his face.

She clenches his shaft in both paws again and pulls him insistently back into position, prodding him against the V in her heart. The lucky yoshi holds his breath in anticipation, squeezing the belly of her suit. Arms shaking, the excited vixen widens her stance and eases herself back against his cock. It presses promisingly, pulling her protection in around it, but suddenly shoots off course, jamming against her right thigh. The yoshi groans in dismay, beginning to stomp his right foot on the ground as his cock pulls up hard. "Uh- uh oh, let's try again," she nervously giggles, realizing it was probably a mistake working him up so much at the start.

She repositions herself so his tip throbs against her entrance and pushes back on him, this time gasping loudly at his successful penetration. Her lips spread smoothly and engulf his blunt upper curve, her soft inner flesh squeezing down hard in surprise. His cock stiffens and holds itself up magnificently hot and hard as she wriggles back on his taper, clamping down on each next inch of him, stuffing him into her tight, wet grip. He tightens his grip on her suit, arching his fingers. Her tunnel is so small compared to his protrusion! Each squeeze she makes works him back out of her a little, so she has to keep leaning back, letting his thick cock support more and more of her weight, in order to make any progress. He tries humping once and manages to shove all the rest of his shaft in at once, pulling her condom in hard around it and curling her lips in against the penetration.

"Huuuuh...!" she moans, clamping wildly on him. Her teeth clench, and her forehead furrows as she deals with his size. His condom keeps him mostly dry, gripped down hard on him, relentlessly gripped around his upper curve due to his shove, trying to pull back on him with its elasticity. He aches to get his tip to extend so he can break his way through to her moisture and pulls it up against the rubber band as hard as he can but still finds himself securely locked in place. Encouraged, the Lass allows herself to relax, her eyelids fluttering. "Ohh myyy..." she moans, a hot shiver running through her, having to pause while her hot insides clamp rapidly on him. She whips her paws to her knees for support, watching her own legs quivering through half lidded eyes. Staring down at his cock stuck immobile in the tight heroine, the yoshi tries to hump but can't get any more of his width in through her heart, only able to smash his base against the squishing pudge of her mound. The shoves work more of her condom into her, however, pinching it firmer and firmer around the Lass's clit until she cries out.

"Hupf! Hupf! Haaahnmm..." The yoshi whines with each thrust, getting himself milked up to the rim of his base. The vixen groans and pants, her vision blurring, her squeezes coming quick and hard. He snorts, cock curving up at the center with a powerful lift, plastering their rubbers against the concave slope of the top of her tunnel. Buried as deep as he can go, further thrusts are now only resulting in the yoshi's upper curve mashing into the tight squeeze at the back of her tunnel. Groaning, she tries to struggle back forward to a more comfortable place on his shaft and allow him to thrust; but every time she squeezes him out of her even a little bit, he whines and splats his monstrous lower curve against her mound again, starting to put stress on the ring and clamp holding her heart condom in place inside her suit.

"Stop...!" she cries, grabbing at his wrists and shaking. "I can't go any lower!" But he won't listen and keeps humping, continuing to release pre inside the reservoir of his condom as he rocks her. Trapped under his shaft, the balloon shifts forward when he shoves in, rubbing the plastic thin against itself. It bulges out where it can around his cock in thin and tense, milky-colored, rounded pockets.

Suddenly he starts to make loud, frustrated whines. Trying to get the rest of the way into her, he steps his right foot forward alongside hers. Then his left goes alongside her left, to the outside. She gasps hard, his curve pushing on her cervix, and waddles forward, trying to get off him. "Wraow!" the yoshi celebrates the slippery stretching and repeats the process. Lass stumbles forward in front of him, and they walk clumsily forward together. All Lass can really do is try to aim him for the closest hard surface to support herself on, the truck. The yoshi's condom slips up off his base a little more with each step and only clings as low as the midpoint of his shaft by the time he gets Lass up against the side of the truck. He takes one step too many and traps her vertical against it. He stands up straight himself behind the vixen, his belly pressed against her lower back and his cock curved up into her from below.

At least in this position he doesn't have his back pressed to a wall and can pull out a little. He does and immediately starts humping, working his cock up into her from behind and below. "Huhn... n- no..." gasps Lass, the huge, hot insertion pressing forward on her belly. She tries to raise herself up on her tiptoes to get away, but it doesn't help much. Looking down at herself in a daze, she watches the front of her suit squirming, an undulating belly bulge pulling lower and poking higher as he humps. "Haahng..." she moans. There has to be something she can do! Planting her gloved paws flat against the truck, she forcibly elongates her bent arms to help push her butt back against him.

"Haa-aah..." the yoshi whines, staggering back a pace and allowing the Lass to bend forward into a more comfortable position, the tops of her tits squooshed against the truck now rather than their fronts. Suddenly he's able to use his entire shaft for thrusting. He tightens his grip on her belly and bashes his way into her pussy pulling out slow between thrusts against her squeezes. Unbeknownst to Lass, her own tight grip allows him to continue to pull the condom up and up his shaft. Aiding the process, he begins straining his tip against the pull of the rubber band again and holding it up for as long as he can before it snaps him back down against his shaft. The condom begins to wrinkle, borrowing material that would otherwise be wrapping his shaft, bunching up under the overstretched rubber band. Soon the tip of his pre balloon starts to slip out of her and swing between her thighs, more and more following each withdrawal. Her eyes go wide, suddenly realizing she's about to lose her first line of defense.

"N- no...!" she whines, feeling her plan backfiring within her and realizing too late how the location change cut off her means of escape. She begins to gasp hard with worry, unable to stop clamping on the thick intruder. "What are you doing in there, Crusader?!" she yelps, banging her fists on the side of the truck. When there's no answer, she starts raising herself on her tiptoes and dropping herself back onto her heels, putting more force into her desperate bucks and trying to squeeze his condom back down his shaft while she still has a chance. Despite her efforts, the soggy reservoir reaches the bottoms of her thighs, nothing much holding it on now except the rubber band. And the yoshi only slaps his lower curve against her heart cutout harder, encouraged by the extra effort put into his milking. Strands of white juice build up between the underside of his curve and the V her heart, getting worked up frothy and obscuring the shielding getting stuffed into her.

Suddenly the yoshi has to stop, his powerful cock pulling up hard a few times, lifting Lass's tunnel. His grip tightens around her belly, pulling her suit away from her fur. The Lass collapses forward, wheezing against the side of the truck, thankful for whatever reason she's been granted the respite. The yoshi makes one long, firm shove out of nowhere! "H- oooh, hoooh...!" Lass moans. Her heart cutout bulges out around him as he wriggles his thickness as deep as he can get, working half of his base in. He holds his hips forward so he doesn't get squeezed out and wriggles himself, thrashing up and down inside of her. Bending forward, he hugs her around her chest, grabbing her tits and squeezing them, bulging them into his palms with his hands stuck between them and the truck.

"Hnn...! Hnnn...!" he whines, poking his tip insistently down against the bottom of her tunnel, pulling his shaft hard right then hard left. SNAP! goes the rubber band.

The Lass's eyes go wide as the condom slides up his shaft, too quick to stop! "No...!" she gasps, trying to wriggle forward off of him, but he holds her back on his firmness with an evil grin spreading from cheek to cheek.

Clenching his teeth, he works his tip dutifully in the remainder of his condom, curling it down into the membrane and pushing it back up straight again, splatting pre wildly as he inches the remainder of the plastic off of him. He's so close but won't allow himself to cum until he has a chance of spraying through into her womb! He grips the Lass's breasts harder and harder, his frustration building with each push. It's slow, delicate work, and each millimeter of progress bares more of his shaft to the sticky heat of the vixen's close, rippling squeezes. He shivers, sensitive, yet manages to keep hold of her as the ring of the condom slips up under his curve, its stretched tip hanging down between her knees.

Lass stiffens up all over and arches her back, gasping. His condom comes off! She feels it slipping out of her along the underside of his dick, and there's nothing she can do to stop it. It squirms warm and wet along the bottom of her tunnel nearer the right side, sliding toward her entrance. Its weight whips it out the rest of the way, and it lands splat on the concrete floor with a wet shower of sticky dino pre on both her ankles.

"Yoshi! Wraow! Yoshi! Hmmn!" He celebrates, keeping himself buried and going to work on her condom now, curling his tip repeatedly to bunch up the material under his upper curve. When he's got a good grip on it, he starts his powerful thrusting back up, belly against her back, pulling his hips back as far as he can and pummeling her rear with loud slaps. Lass shudders and swoons into his arms, tightening up all over as she's suddenly stuffed with his thick, hot cock again. Her condom pulls away from the back of her tunnel, clenched in his grip, and slaps back against it when he shoves himself. She leans against his right arm, gasping for every breath. Her last line of protection is already strained just trying to grip over this monster. Each deep hump pulls her cutout in against her mound.

"If that's how it's gonna be...!" Lass yelps, regaining her footing, her tail sticking up resolutely off her butt! Now it's a race; can she get him off before he gets her condom off him? She shifts her hips back and forth, wriggling her rear back against his belly, giving him no room to thrust. Not to be outdone, he backs up until she can barely reach the truck so she can't play any more tricks! He grips down on her breasts hard enough that both her nipples poke his palms. His tip sprays thicker pre; and he whines, struggling hard not to blow it to early into the tight, hot trap on him. Her cutout tries to pull elastically back into its heart shape only to keep getting stretched from thigh to thigh. As the yoshi's nuts swing and slap against her mound from underneath, she closes her eyes tight and clenches her fists against the side of the truck, praying for Crusader to sweep in and save her at the last second! ...He won't. The yoshi yanks her back on him until her mound touches his slit. She shivers and bends her knees, bearing down on him, rippling up and down his curves.

His humps get shorter and faster, buried deep and forcing himself in her in spite of all resistance, parting her against her hot squeezes, panting "yoshi, yoshi, yoshi!" in an increasingly desperate, high-pitched tone. His tailtip starts to strain down even while the bulk of his tail rises up straight and tense. Lass realizes she can't feel his nuts slapping anymore; they've pulled up between his legs, ready to provide. The yoshi stares down where he's stuck in the vixen's body and pushes his hips forward as hard as he can against her weight, fighting against the grip of her suit and her condom pulling in tight around him.

The vixen's insides tense up and won't relax, putting her on the edge of cumming. She huffs through her grit teeth, leaning against the truck with no strength left. Her heart pounds, feeling her condom pull away from the back of her tunnel only to smash into it again, stretched down taut over the yoshi's extended tip, which threatens to jam through the plastic membrane and her cervix in the same blow. But he's on edge too, and his cock stiffens up hard from the base. His shoves get desperate and wild as he holds back his load. Lass's belly tightens too, and she picks her right foot off the ground, moaning. Her tunnel straining out away from his thrashing, shoving shaft and quivers, ready to clamp!

Her teeth clench: "Hnnnng...!" She cums hard on him, squeezing down hard and rippling for several seconds without letting up. He yanks her back on him and launches a final strike on the back of her tunnel, stuffing his tip into her womb and fires off.

"Hah! Hah!" He yelps, blasting into what little material his tip has managed to push into her womb over it. The plastic barely holds on, so tight it flies up in the shapes of his spurts, getting thinner and clearer as he inflates his balloon. She releases her clamp, splatting out against her condom so hard that some of it flies past the cutout and sags hot against his thighs.

"Ho-oh! Ah! Ah!!" she yelps, bending her right foot toward the floor and curling her toes, clamping over and over on the thick, hot pressure inside her that's stuffed firm all the way up to her core. The portion of his tip that he's managed to stuff through her cervix keeps pulling up stiff within his pool of cum, spurt after spurt blasting sticky against the inside of the increasingly tense, see-through balloon. The jiggly mess sloshes inside, the membrane already quivering against the walls of her womb, lining her flesh, pressed into every crevice. Lass groans desperately, locked in her squeezing orgasm, helpless. She clings to the hope that her insides won't clamp hard enough to pop it and splatter the dangerous yoshi cum where it would be certain to fertilize her.

The yoshi whines, shoving his cock hard as he squeezes out his final spurts. Lass tenses and gasps, jerking her body upward and giving a final hard squeeze, rippling from her womb to her entrance: "Hahn...!!!" But nothing splatters; the condom holds somehow. She carefully lowers her leg back to the ground and is overcome with the afterglow, letting the dino hold her up. The feeling of danger fades and leaves only the large bubble of warmth squishing inside her. His big wiggler finally settles down and releases some of its tension, still hard but satisfied. He keeps the vixen plugged tight with his tip curled down, locking him inside her womb to secure the long-term survival of his seed.

Now she remembers. She doesn't like admitting it, even to herself, but this feeling is is the real reason she involves herself in these missions. She reaches up and back, wrapping her sticky glove around the back of the yoshi's head and holding him against her right shoulder. "Mmm... Shame it held. I wouldn't have minded laying your eggs for ya, Big Guy."


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He stretched the whole of his powerful rubber smooth and shiny, but the ring around his base and the rubber band both held steady, and only its tightness around his tip increased, especially with the help of the Lass's covering taking some of the hit. Though her toes curled and tailbase stiffened against the yoshi's belly, a strained grin spread across her face, and all she could think was "it's working, it's working!" as her insides clamped on the big, stubborn dino dick.

His eyes closed in concentration as he fought both barriers, his bludgeoning tip leading the charge. And the more of his tip he was able to get through the Lass's cervix, the farther down his cock the fraying rubber band rolled. Trying to gain more force for shoving, he held her higher on her chest, arms propping up her trapped boobs from underneath. Arms crisscrossing her chest, he grabbed her breasts at the base, latching on and and squeezing with the effort of shoving his cock.

They bulged out against her heart coverings, stretching the rubber tight around her breasts -- excepting, of course, for the nipples protruding, pushing out two bumps in the otherwise smooth pink hearts. The yoshi couldn't keep it up forever, and gradually slowed to a halt, panting. The Lass's body shuddered as the stiff yoshi dick jumped strong inside her once again, lifting her tunnel.

Suddenly, the Lass found herself airborne, legs spread and kicking as the yoshi picked her up and held her in place suspended on his thick dick. She squinted her eyes more and more with the increasing strain between her legs as gravity pulled her slowly lower on his curve, smooshing her suit, the two halves of her mound bulging out inside it against her thighs.

The monster pulled his hips back and shoved his tip and both condoms into her womb, not rolling the rubber band any farther down but instead snapping it completely. The Lass gasped, her eyes going wide. The newly freed, hilted yoshi soon confirmed the cause of the snap she'd felt for her by rubbing his tip wildly around against the back of her womb. "Yoshi!" he cried out, happy and relieved, and little by little began to pump his hips again, never pulling out past his lower curve.

"No!" she gasped, as his tip immediately worked ovular weak spots into the limited amount of stretching, thinning rubber trapped in her womb, making it nearly transparent. It was only a matter of time until he poked the same spot twice. The poor condom tried to keep pulling back on his now fully weaponized condom fighter, but it was clear it stood no chance.

Two of the weak spots, one on the left and one on the right, pulled apart and formed into rips, and all the condom could do in the end was cling in vain. There was another loud snapping sound, and the yoshi's condom, relieved of its tension, immediately recoiled, rolling down the yoshi's cock. The yoshi snorted and shivered, his now bare protrusion suddenly inundated in his vixen's hot, slippery juices; and he was one step closer to breeding her.

The Lass shivered too -- as she felt the yoshi's warm pre all spill into her backup condom. Right before she was sure that too was going to burst, the yoshi, groaning from the effort of holding her, lost his balance and pivoted to his right before losing his grip entirely. The Lass yelped in surprise and managed to land on her feet but ultimately fell forward, allowing her squeezing, aching pussy to extrude all but the upper curve of the yoshi's cock with a sudden, wet shlorp, her mound returning to a more natural pudge and spread.

The Lass wobbled forward, barely catching herself with her paws on the end of the adjustable conveyor belt used for loading product onto the truck. She took hold of the metal handles at her sides used for moving the belt into position. Panting, she stole a glance at the truck, which showed no change at all. "Hurry it up, Crusader!" her thoughts raged as the yoshi lowered his belly to her back, and held her sides, keeping her bent over the conveor.

"Wrrr," the yoshi moaned, shoving himself back in up to his lower curve, then pulling back. He humped the Lass firm and quick, now aided by the juices running down and dripping off the underside of his monster. His defeated condom, broken but still in one piece, worked its way down the vixen's tunnel more with each withdrawal, eventually hanging out at the bottom of her entrance before landing splat on the ground between the her legs.

He slapped his hips against her butt, his nuts swinging at first but quickly pulling up between his legs, preparing to deliver his load. The Lass's breasts, still held safely in her suit, bounced forward and back as if spring loaded, hard nipples rubbing the insides of their smooth rubbers' nipples.

The yoshi squirmed the tip of evil appendage around and grabbed the Lass's condom, pulling the excess out of her womb, and a few more thrusts worked it tight down around him again. He was going to fight this one too, but he wasn't going to make it. The Lass clenched her teeth, starting to feel a particular pressure building inside her belly from the repeated yoshi whapping. Her paws tightened around the coveyor's handlebars. "Gotta... gotta end this before he finds a way to get through the other one!" she thought, getting rocked, and pushed back against his thrusts.

Though it was pulled down tight around him, the yoshi couldn't work the slick rubber under his curve to cut off the material, and he couldn't push hard enough to get through its stretchiness. Each push into the tugging trap of the Lass's special pink rubber increased his need to try bursting through in quite another way.

The yoshi moaned as his whole dick stiffened up, starting at the base, and his tip froze, no longer wiggling but drooling thick cum instead. With his final few thrusts as he held back, he tried to get back into the Lass's womb, only managing to work her condom back into it instead. The Lass shut her eyes tight, feeling her tunnel strain away from the intruder, her pummeled womb starting to clamp.

The Lass climaxed and clamped down firm, rippling up and down the yoshi's cock and splatting up the inside of her suit. Immediately, the yoshi snorted, his nuts pumping as he blasted cum over and over, filling up the condom inside her womb, not stopping by a long shot even after stretching the material threateningly thin against the quivering walls of the Lass's baby maker.

The yoshi, shuddering, fell backward with exhaustion, pulling his cock fully out of the Lass's gaping and still clenching pink-lined tunnel. Creamy juices slid down the seated yoshi's cock, which still rose high and proud up in the air, as the same juices, overflowing her womb, began running out of the Lass, plopping onto the ground.

Just coming down from her climax now, the Lass breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling the hot pressure from the yoshi's cum balloon slowly decreasing. After a few moments, the Lass hopped up on the conveyor belt and spread her legs to begin the process of changing out her backup heart condom. "That's a good boy," she smiled at the big, satisfied yoshi sitting on the ground watching her. Then, looking sidelong at the truck that hadn't moved an inch, she muttered several very bad words under her breath.