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Late Night Double Feature #2

The Tentacles Before Christmas

“So... what did you ask Santa for this Christmas?”

“Santa doesn't exist, you doofus...”

How many years have they worked together? 4 years now? And she still asks such an asinine question? By this point, Judy was convinced she asks just to piss her off.

Snow! It was everywhere. This late in the year, the typical gray concrete and pavement of Document City had been replaced with blankets of white snow. It coated the metropolis, whether it be the tallest skyscrapers or the smallest shop. This year as always, it would be a white Christmas.

It should be a time of fun. A time of family, of friends, of gift giving, and food. So much food. But, no. No no no. No, they weren't at a family's house for vacation, or even in their own homes where it was warm and toasty. Instead, they were here... at work.

It may be Christmas, but overtime demands retribution.

'HAPPY HOLIDAYS!' said the banners that were hung on their office walls. Oh, wait, sorry, it says 'AHPPY HOLIDAYS'. It's been saying that for the past few weeks, yet no one's bothered to change it. An air of lethargy filled the office halls; everyone just wanted to do their job and go home. Only the managers seemed to care, and that's because they've been on vacation for the past few weeks now.

Arrogant jerks...

When they told her there would be overtime this Christmas season, she shrugged it off. There's overtime every Christmas season; why would this be any different? But this overtime was different. This overtime felt more restrictive, more confining. Her office walls felt more like the walls of a prison, keeping her trap. And why is that?

Because her boyfriend of two years broke up with her right after Thanksgiving.

But we're getting ahead of ourselves. Who is 'her'? Well, 'her' is Judy Temps, and Judy Temps is a mouse. A studious and professional air floated around her. She was the kind of woman who always wore a serious look on her face, as if she was silently judging anyone and everyone around her. Her fur was a pale white, while her hair was a jet-black. Falling just down to her chin, it had blunt edges and blunt bangs, lacking any sort of curls. She very much looked like a 'businesswoman', and lacked any sort of flair outside of that. Even her brown eyes seemed to lack color, appearing downright black in certain lights.

She sat before her computer screen, staring at the endless text document before her while her hands rested on her keyboard. Just a few feet away, her rounded ears quivered from the voice echoing from the entrance of her office. She didn't want to turn and face it, knowing who she'd see looking back at her with that stupid smirk on her lips. But she also knew if she didn't acknowledge that horse sooner or later...

“Come ooooonnnn, Judy! It's just a question! Have a little fun!”

That horse wouldn't leave her alone.

“There's nothing 'fun' about it, Whitney,” the mouse said back, eyes closed as an annoyed groan left her lips, “We're adults, not children.”

Turning to face the entrance to her office, Judy's eyes befell the woman sitting there... where her head had to tip up. Being a mouse, it's not uncommon for her to be dwarfed by others of a taller height. But this woman? She didn't just tower over Judy, she towered over everyone in the office!

But, ya'know, she is a clydesdale mare.

A blonde horse with crystal blue eyes, she had this vivacious and vibrant appearance to her, with her staggering height and charming smile. Compared to their coworkers who were all very much these boring middle-aged types, she exuded the spirited air of a super model. Her blonde hair was wavy and curly, shimmering like gold, and she had this curvaceous figure and physique to her with her pumped up back and busty chest. It was all placed on this stunning brown coat which covered her body like chocolate.

Even her clothing exuded this. Despite them both wearing business formal, the mare wore this short pencil skirt with a split and such tight stockings, and the top few buttons of her blouse had been undone. Compare that to Judy, who play things incredibly straight, with her monotone gray and black colors that made it look like she was coming from a funeral.

Then again, her job did murder her social life. Maybe this was a funeral.

“C'mon, Judy. It's for fun!” said the mare as she leaned against the entrance of the mouse's office, “We spend upwards of nine, sometimes ten hours in this choking office. Anything we can do to liven up life in here, we should take it. It's not like I'm saying we should get crazy or anything.”

“Asking me about Santa Claus is crazy,” Judy retorted with a dismissive wave of her hand, “You're an adult woman. We shouldn't be thinking about fat old guys who deliver presents in a single night...” she leaned in, “Now leave me alone. I have things to do.” Sliiiiiddeee! “Ah!?”

Judy looked over. Right next to her was Whitney. The horse had slid over in her chair, causing their arm rests to bump against one another. With that mare now being so close, Judy was again cast in her towering shadow, forcing her to look over. Whitney was always smiling, always grinning, and now was no different as she raised a finger and wagged it.

“That's exactly why I'm asking you about a fat old guy who delivers presents in a single night!” said the mare with a chuckle, “We're dying in here of boredom. Overtime has us in here for nine hours, but it feels like ninety! So...” she shrugged her shoulders, “Let's have a short conversation. It'll help us relax and unwind, 'kay? Again, what did you ask Santa for this year?”

Judy glared at Whitney, annoyed that the horse intruded upon her personal space as she did now. That stupid smirk on her lips made the rodent's fur stand up on end, and caused her blood to boil. She was such an annoying equine! But... Judy also knew that ignoring her wouldn't cause her to leave any time soon; a lesson she's learned plenty of times in the past. It was best to entertain her until she finally – finally – left her alone.

“Okay... fine...” the mouse snarled as her glare grew tighter, “What about you, Whitney? What did you ask Santa for this year?”

“Oh? Me?” replied the mare as she placed her hand on her busty chest, “Heh heh! I asked Santa for a really, really hung guy!”

Oh, yes. Another aspect about Whitney? Her tendency to tell lewd and scandalous jokes. It was so tied to her character, that her obscene declaration didn't even garner a reaction from Judy. She just sighed and rolled her eyes, before turning to the computer before her.

“Typical,” the mouse muttered, “As expected of someone like you...”

“Heeeeeyy! What's that s'pose to mean?” replied the mare, “Is there a problem with longing for a real hung guy? I don't think so! We're both women, right?”

“Yes, you're right. We are both adult women,” said Judy, “Not little girls who ask Santa for presents! And definitely not the type of presents you're asking for! If you want a hung guy, just go down to a bar or something. I'm sure you'll find plenty of men who'll spend the night with you...”

“Bah! That's not fun!” Whitney retorted, her head shaking left and right, “Those men aren't hung anyway! Speaking from experience...”

“I didn't need to hear that.”

“Besides, they're usually, like, really creepy men, and they're no good at sex at all,” the mare continued, “I want, like, my perfect man. He's hung, he's really considerate, and he's gotta be lean so I can fold him into any position I like! That'll be perfect.”

“I take it back; you aren't an adult woman. You are a child,” Judy bemoaned, “A man who's hung, considerate, and fit enough for you to roll around. You might as well write about that in your diary, because no man like that exists.”

“That's why I ask Santa Claus for one!” said Whitney with a slight jab to Judy's shoulder, “Cuz you're right; no man like that exists! But maybe old St. Nick can give me one!”

“Tch... you're crazy...”

Whitney laughed, but Judy rolled her eyes. Only someone as crazy as her would participate in something so asinine. The mouse was convinced by now she only stuck around because the manager liked to look at her breasts... as well as every other horndog male who worked at the office.

But, no, that's not entirely true. For as annoying as Whitney could be, she was actually good at her job. Judy was just annoyed by this mandatory overtime.

“So I told you what I want from Santa,” said Whintey as she poked Judy's cheek, “But what about you?”

“I didn't ask Santa for anything,” the rodent growled, “He does not exist.”

“Then humor me for a second,” retorted the mare as she crossed her arms, “If Santa was real, what would you ask him for?”

“Haaaaah... ggghh...”

She was under the spotlight once again, and she knew escape would be difficult, if not downright impossible. Whitney was truly a horse, one with a carrot at the end of the stick. Only, that proverbial carrot on the stick was instead Judy's Christmas wish. The mouse knew if she wanted her co-worker to leave her alone, she'd have to please her in some way or form. So...

But when Judy sat there to come up with an answer... her mind came up blank. Look, she wasn't a child anymore. Nowadays when it came to Christmas gifts, she only received them from her brother, and they often gave each other the same gift. He gave her a 100$ gift card, and she gave him a 100$ gift card. She hadn't received a genuine since she was, what, nineteen?

There wasn't anything in her adult life that she wanted for Christmas, at least, not anything banal anyway. It's not like she wanted a new TV, or a game console, or anything like that. Judy's home life was, admittedly, pretty boring, and there weren't many gifts that could help liven it up. Maybe a vacation cruise somewhere? But even then, she'd probably just sit in her room all day.

Bleh... when it came to something she wanted for Christmas, her only answer ended up being similar to Whitney's ironically enough. What Judy wanted was a man. But, no, that's not it. After the way her ex-boyfriend decided to cut their relationship short so suddenly, the last thing she wanted was a man.

What Judy wanted was something more... obedient than that. Something that could reach deep. Something that didn't ask questions, and honestly, didn't need questions. Judy didn't want a man, she wanted a toy. A lively toy at that. A toy that could... could...

“Um... Judy...?”

“B-be quiet,” said the mouse, a blush of embarrassment forming on her cheeks, “It doesn't matter anyway what I do or don't want. It's not like Santa's real!”

“No no no! You can't double-back now!” Whitney snapped back, “You already agreed to tell me something. Unless... unlesss... oh my!”

“'Oh my'? 'Oh my' what?”

Looking over at the horse, Judy watched as she put on a face of mock surprise. Her eyes were wide, her mouth too, and her hand was over it to show shock. That only angered the mouse more.

“Judy Temps,” said Whitney, “You want something scandalous from Santa Claus, don't you? I knew it! You always act so stuffy, but I knew deep down inside you were a freak! Maybe we're not so different, you and I!”

Judy came thiiiiiissss close to slapping Whitney. The anger she felt was unrivaled as she raised her hand. But if she struck Whitney, then HR would get involved, and she was looking at suspension or possible job termination. No matter how much the horse deserved it.

“You... are... really testing my patience,” Judy growled, “I am NOT thinking of anything lewd!”

“Yeah. Uh-huh. Sure,” said Whitney with a wry grin, “That's totally not how someone would respond if they weren't thinking of something lewd.”

“Grggh! It does not matter what I was and was not thinking,” Judy snarled, “Santa does not exist, Whitney! Now then...” she turned to face her computer screen once again, “Could you please leave me alone so that I can deal with my job?”

“What job...?” asked Whitney, making her flinch, “It's two minutes passed 10. Our shift's over.”

Judy flinched and jolted in place. Standing up tall, the mouse quickly rushed over towards the entrance of her office and stuck her head out. Ears swiveling, she turned her head to look throughout their office, where she heard and saw nothing. It was just them, all alone.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The sound of Whitney's laugh caused Judy to slowly turn her head over, glaring at her. Slowly, the clydesdale mare walked past the mouse, being sure to plant her finger square in her head as she exited her office.

“See ya after Christmas, Judy! I hope Santa gives you exactly what you wanted! Hahahaha!”

Eyes closing shut, the mouse gave an exasperated and annoyed groan as Whitney made her leave. Retreating to her chair, Judy sat in it and locked her eyes upon her computer screen, where she started to turn it off. Annoyed as she was, the thought of her apartment was enough to bring a smile to her lips. She had the next several days free thanks to Christmas, and she was going to enjoy it by doing... a whole lot of nothing.

Hm... maybe she does live a boring life.

After turning off her computer and collecting her things, Judy made her exit from cubicle, and out of the office building as a whole. At this time of night, Document City wasn't just covered in snow, but the Christmas season was in full swing. One could hear Christmas parties being thrown through various apartment buildings, and entire families walking through the sidewalks. Principal Park itself – the central park of Document City – was a lavish assortment of bright lights and festive decorations. And driving through the city atop a flashy firetruck was Santa Claus himself to hopefully get everyone in the Christmas mood.

Ugh...

Look, it's not that Judy dislikes the holiday season. It's more that she's indifferent to it. She only really cares about things like Christmas when it comes to her nephews. Watching their faces light up when they're given gifts is great. But for herself? Not so much. And with her brother and his wife on vacation for the holidays, not to mention her breakup with her ex-boyfriend, that left Judy all alone this Christmas.

She was used to it by now.

Eeaarrrrk!

Fwip!

Click!

Opening the door to her apartment, Judy flipped the light switch, bringing life to her paltry home. It was a small but respectable apartment as it existed in Document's upper-class area. Not rich mind you, but not exactly middle-class either. It had a lovely view of Principal Park, a spacious living room, a hallway leading to her bedroom, and its own little kitchen area separated by a doorway, instead of just existing out in the open. Belonging to a (now) single woman, it was laden with her trinkets, photos of families and paintings of distant lands. Oh, yeah, and her ex-boyfriend's jacket was still here, resting on a chair. She really should get rid of that thing.

But that's not all.

Despite Judy's indifference to Christmas, she still put up a Christmas tree. It was a fake Christmas tree, but it was still set up with various lights and ornaments. It wasn't anything flashy, but a palpable air of holiday warmth was exuded by it.

There were no gifts resting around it however. What, would she buy and wrap up gifts for herself?

With an exasperated groan, Judy dropped her purse on her couch and removed her jacket, letting them fall before she herself fell face-first into her sofa. Giving a groan, she let herself relax and melt into its cushions before rolling over onto her back. Gazing at her TV screen, she saw herself in its black reflection. Her tail momentarily slithered over to grab her remote, only to stop and decide against it.

Grrrrrgggglllee...

Oh, right, she didn't get anything to eat. Welp, she has Drive-U Eats. Looks like it's Chinese food again tonight.

Such a sad existence. She was a spry young woman in her late twenties! She had a good job, and lived in a nice apartment! So why? Why was she single? Why did her boyfriend break up with her? Was he an idiot? What did she do wrong!? Could someone tell her? Please?

Ugh...

As she ordered her dinner, Judy's eyes gazed out her window towards the glistening lights of Principal Park's decorations. So many reds, whites and greens. And – just below on the street – there was the fire truck with Santa on it, being gathered around by so many families. Watching them all have fun with Santa in the middle, left the mouse feeling a bit jaded... and alone.

If only her brother was here with her nephews. At least then she could stave off this loneliness. But no. No, no, no. It was just Judy with nothing to give her company... save for those 'toys' beneath her bed. And even then, said 'toys' had long since grown boring for her. She needed something new. She needed something... something...

Hah...

Judy closed her eyes, her mind drifting towards Whitney, and her stupid question before. If Santa Claus was real, what would he give her? Well, that is assuming that Judy was on his 'nice list'. And, really, the mouse wasn't sure she would be. But, fine, whatever; naughty or nice, it didn't matter. If she could ask Santa Claus for one thing – anything in the world – what would she ask him for?

Judy closed her eyes, briefly entertaining this stupid thought. Her mind drifted to something in particular, something that made her body tremble. She wanted something obedient, something that could reach deep, something that didn't ask questions and didn't need questions.

“BAH! What the hell is wrong with you, Judy?” she muttered to herself whilst pulling away from the window, “Grrgh... Santa Claus doesn't exist. Let Whitney act like an idiot. Hm...” she turned away, “I need to take a shower...”

Judy turned, facing the bathroom as she gave a dismissive wave of her hand. But as she approached the door and opened it up, she took one last parting glance towards her Christmas tree in the distance. For a moment, she thought about making a call. This is the Christmas season; it would be wrong of her to spend it by herself. But if she called anyone – be it him or her – that would only reveal just how pathetic she was.

So, no, she would not call anyone. Yes, she would spend this Christmas alone. Like before, she was used to it.

At least... that's what she told herself.

…

A winter chill.

The black of night.

The sound of sleigh bells.

When you hear it at Christmas time, it would no doubt draw certain thoughts to mind. If you're an adult, you may think of days gone in childhood. You may even look up, hoping to catch a glimpse of old St. Nick, just to appease your childish curiosities.

But if you were smarter and more perceptive, you'd realize something; it wasn't Christmas, not yet. Christmas was still a few days away. Was this something else? If so... then what?

However, if you were wiser: if you were aware of this day at this time of night, then you'd know to keep your doors locked. He was visiting his victims. He was visiting those who had been very, very naughty this year. And whether they knew it or not – whether they felt it was deserved or not – he was going to pay them back for their year of misgivings.

And he was making his first trip now.

…

Bdmph...

“Hm...?”

Shuffle shuffle... sliiiideee... shuffle...

“Huh... wh-what...?”

Tap... Tap... TAP... shuffle shuffle...

“What...?”

Was she... hearing things?

Brown eyes opened, where all she saw was darkness. It had been a few hours since her shower, where a whole lot of nothing happened. She unwound after her job, ate dinner, watch some TV... then went to bed. Yup, a typical and boring evening for a typical and boring mouse.

Well... it was until... whatever that noise was woke her up!

Leaning up in her bed, Judy stared around her dark bedroom. That sound she heard... for a moment, she thought it was coming from another apartment. But, no... those sounds were far too close to come from another apartment. They instead sounded like it was coming from her living room.

Confused, the mouse reached out for her phone and picked it up, before getting up onto her feet. Sliding on her slippers, she exited out into her living room, turning on the light as she did so.

“If someone's in here, I'm gonna call the cops!” she shouted with that monotone voice of hers, “So you better come out with your hands up...! Or else I'll... huh...?”

Nothing. Judy came out of her bedroom to see... nothing. It was just her living room in the same state as she left it. The same couch, the same TV, the same mug she drank her soda from and decided to save cleaning for the next morning. Even the kitchen was untouched. So... what did she hear?

“Ah... fnk... mmph...” Judy muttered to herself whilst stroking her fingers through her hair, “I swear, if those idiots are playing with their dog in the middle of the night again, I'm gonna...?” her head turned, “Huh...?”

A box. A small box, but a box nonetheless. It was green, and it had golden ribbons tied around it in a neat and perfect little bow. Resting beneath her Christmas tree, it stood out from its surroundings by virtue of existing.

Standing there, Judy gripped her arm and tilted her head, wearing a face of sheer confusion. What was this box doing here? She did not put it beneath her Christmas tree as some sort of decoration!Naturally, a sense of trepidation began to rise from the mouse. She could feel her fur stand up on end, and her tail even straightened up in an alert manner. Gripping her phone tight, she came close to calling the police, only to stop herself. The authorities probably wouldn't like it if she called them over an unknown Christmas gift, especially if said gift contained nothing dangerous.

Did it contain anything dangerous? Well, there was only one way to find out.

Grabbing her broom in one hand, Judy slowly approached the box, her heart racing with every step. In her mind, she tried to come up with a sensible origin for this mysterious gift. Like, maybe her brother left it for her... after sneaking into her house... despite also being in Europe for vacation with his family. Yeah, he'd totally do something like that, right? Right?

Tap... tap... tap tap tap...

Several times Judy tapped the box with her broom... where nothing happened. It didn't explode, so it wasn't a bomb, and it didn't make a noise, so it wasn't alive. Neither of these things really made her feel better.

Crouching down near the gift, Judy clutched it in her hand and lifted it. Whatever was inside this gift, it wasn't heavy. She could easily hold and toss the box up and down, though she didn't do the latter. Instead, her brown eyes looked around the small box, marveling at how immaculate it was. The wrapping was soft and velvety, while the ribbons shimmered in the light of her apartment. It all had been folded perfectly, as if created by an artisan.

Gently, Judy stroked her fingers along the ribbon, before stopping as she noticed a tag. Gripping it within her trembling fingers, she tilted the tag over and read...

To: Judy Temps

From: Krampus

“Wh... what...? Wh... who's Krampus?”

Judy eyed the dubious present up and down a few more times, before turning to look around her apartment. She expected a camera crew to appear, laughing at her like this was some massive prank pulled on her by her brother or a friend... or her ex-boyfriend. But, no, nothing happened; no one was here but her.

Curiosity was getting the better of her. Looking at the present once more, Judy slipped her finger into one of its loops... and began tugging it open. With the ribbon undone, the top of the present slightly decompressed, and the top slid open... where it fell to the side, revealing...

“Ah. Wh... what...?”

Something... pink?

Inside of the small box was something pink. And 'something' was the word for it, because Judy couldn't really describe what she was looking at. It was pink, yes, but it looked gelatinous, but not exactly gelatinous. It appeared similar to something like jelly, but it was thicker than that and completely opaque. Curious and ignoring her instincts, Judy brought over her hand and--

Touch... Touch...

“Eeww...”

The gelatinous little... thing, quivered from her touch, before eventually settling down. From side to side Judy tilted her head, even more bewildered than before. The gelatinous little thing had this weird texture, feeling not like flesh, but not like scales either. It was almost like rubber... but a bit spongier than that, while still being rough. When she dragged her finger along it, she could feel her fur bend and sway.

It was a membrane of some sort, the type you'd feel on a cephalopod. Just what was this thing?

Squugglglglglglglglglg!!!

“Gah!?”

The gelatinous little thing suddenly began quivering on its own, moving like a wild animal that had been toyed with. In response, Judy dropped the gift-wrapped box and pulled back defensively. Several seconds she stood there, watching as the pink thing in that box continued to quiver... before eventually coming to a halt.

With an apprehensive step forward, Judy peered at it, then stopped and pulled back. Whatever this weird thing was, it needed to get out of her apartment and fast. Fuck it if the police wanted to charge her for calling them over something like this. A weird gift was under her tree, with an even weird little thing inside of it! In her mind, that was more than enough of a reason to get the authorities.

Raising her phone, Judy was just about to call the cops when--

Swift! Snap!

“GAH!? WHAT THE HELL!?”

Her phone was launched from her hand, where it tumbled through the air and fell on the floor. She looked at it, her mouth agape and eyes wide... before slowly looking over towards her palm. Something was sitting in her hand. Something long. Something thick. Something that twisted and writhed like a serpent... like a tentacle. That something was pink. That something was rubbery and spongy. That something extended from the box.

“What the...?”

Judy pulled back. This weird tentacle was sitting in her hand, and a thick one at that. How thick? As thick as her wrist she'd say. Resting within her palm, it had the same rubbery yet spongy texture as that gelatinous thing that was in the box. In fact...

Judy turned. This tendril was extending from the box. And it wasn't the only one. More tentacles were sliding out from the box, curling around and stretching out like the roots of a tree! They were thick, large, and impossibly long for such a small, pink, gelatinous thing!

Snap! Break! Whack!

Oh. No. No longer was that gelatinous thing small. It expanded within its box, causing it to snap and break apart as it grew to a size comparable to a medium sized dog! For tentacles extended from it as well, spreading out on the floor before Judy's eyes.

Mouth agape and eyes wide, the mouse could barely comprehend what she was seeing. It took her mind several moments to beam information to her head saying 'Um, maybe you should get the fuck outta here!?' And, yeah, she agreed.

“AH!?” SNAP! “HNGNH!? WH-WHAT THE!?”

Well, she tried to get the fuck out of here. Instead, the tendril that was in her hand suddenly wrapped around her palm, gripping her tightly. With a sudden jerk back, her arm was pulled towards the gelatinous pink thing, causing her feet to slide against the floor.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” the mouse shouted, “L-LET GO OF ME!? GET THE FUCK-- AH!?”

Another tendril slid over, this one wrapping around her thin waist. Unlike someone like, say, Whitney, Judy was far from a bombshell. She was just a mouse, and a rather plain, average one at that. She was short, rather slim, and with her flat chest, she had this almost board like physique to her. There was a slight width to her hips, but that was more due to all that cake she ate over the summer and fall.

The tentacle didn't take its time wrapping around her waist and giving her a tight squeeze. Gentling grinding up and down, it caused her pajamas to slid. Her shirt moved up to reveal her navel, and her shorts were slightly pulled down to expose her panties. Judy shook her body in an attempt to free herself from the gripping tendril, but its strength was superior. Her small, dainty body could do nothing but struggle.

“L-let go of me!” she shouted as the pink gelatinous thing pulled her close to the point that she could kick it, “I said let go! What the hell even are you!?”

Her words fell on deaf ears. Wait, does this thing even have ears? It doesn't matter!

It was squeezing and groping at her body, revealing the fact that the underside of its tendrils had bumps and grooves on them like the tentacles of an octopus or squid. With their pointed tips, they were easily capable of sliding under her shirt, making Judy's eyes swell as she felt them squeeze upon her fur and flesh directly.

“No! No! Let go you...!?” Squeeze! “AH!?”

The mouse jolted upright as the tentacle tightened its hold around her body. Expanding slightly in size, it triggered this 'Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiip!!!' noise as it split and tore her pajama shirt apart. Buttons popped, seams were torn, and before she knew it--

SHRED!

“Gah!? S-stop that!?”

With a snap back of its tentacle, Judy's shirt was ripped straight from her body, revealing her near flat chest to the air around her. Her breasts weren't completely flat... but they weren't big either. Just slight swells. Reaching her arms up, she covered her chest in an attempt to cover herself. Not that the tentacles cared.

Not only did one wrap around her waist, but another wrapped around her legs, snapping them together to completely bind her. The mouse gripped at them in an attempt to pull them off her body, but she struggled to do so. The tentacles were too damn strong! They didn't bend, didn't break! They just squeezed her tighter.

“Haaah!?”

Shit, it felt so weird! All of these rubbery tendrils were grinding and writhing along her body. The way they squeezed at her made sure that she felt every groove, every suction cup, every inch of these possessive vines.

“L-let go!” Judy groaned, her eyes swiveling around, “How the...!? Hah!? Wh-what even are you!?”

Struggle and struggle with all her might, escaping this... thing was no longer possible. With its ever increasing hold, the mouse realized she was trapped. And with her phone out of reach, she couldn't call for help. If she was going to escape this, she'd need help, and the only way to do that was by screaming.

“SOMEBODY HELP--” Snap! Shove! “MMPH!?!?”

Or... maybe not.

To keep her silent, the gelatinous thing covered Judy's mouth with her tendril... and then pushed it into her mouth. Gagging softly, the mouse's eyes swelled in surprise as the pointed tip of the tentacle slid into her maw, pressing down on her jaw and forcing it open. Tears began rolling from her eyes and her body jerked, confusion and fear gripping her as hard as the tentacles themselves were.

She tried to speak, tried to scream, tried to do anything, but the monstrous thing kept her bound. And as Judy sputtered in an attempt to free herself, the tentacle in her mouth began pushing deeper inside. It ground against her tongue, causing her eyes to swell as the pointed tip began to brush against the entrance in her throat. But instead of taking the final plunge, it just sat there. Even its tentacles on her body came to a halt, causing Judy to lay there.

Her eyes darted around, looking for an escape, before falling upon the body of the pink thing itself. The tentacle in her mouth began grinding and swirling along her teeth, before brushing upon her tongue. The mouse shuddered again and closed her eyes, but...

“Nmmph...? Hmmm...? Mmmm...?”

The tentacle in her mouth was suddenly... warmer? It felt familiar. It felt like a cock.

The skin of the tendril was taut and firm, not bending as it settled into Judy's mouth. She attempted to bite upon it... but doing so caused nothing to happen. The monster didn't wail in pain or have any reaction at all, outside of its tentacle wiggling within her maw. Screwing her eyes shut, the mouse attempted to bite harder, to inflict some amount of pain on the tendril in her mouth... but instead...

“Mmph...?”

How odd. Why did this tentacle taste kinda good? This salty flavor flowed off of its side and danced on her tongue, causing her back to arch as she gave an involuntary moan. It flowed around the tentacle in her mouth, which further reverberated through its quivering body.

The tentacles that held her body bound slowly began to loosen their grip on her, relaxing and laying Judy upon the floor. Reaching up her hands, she grabbed the tentacle in her mouth and the other tentacle around her waist, tugging on them gently. Acquiescing to her demands, they slowly pulled back, further freeing the mouse as the tentacle left her mouth with a lewd and loud--

Pop!

“Aah~! Wh-wha?”

Looking down upon the pink gelatinous thing, Judy tilted her head in confusion. Why did it suddenly stop? This tentacle thing was violating her, but now it was obeying her? Why? And... seriously, what the hell was going on!? And... and...

“Haah...?”

Judy shifted her gaze down towards the tentacle which hovered just a few inches away from her face. Now that it wasn't squeezing her, she took her time to look it up and down. Her saliva oozed down its sides, making it glisten and highlighting its features. Especially the tip, where she saw a slit.

Spurt!

“AH!?”

And from that slit, this tentacle shot out something sticky and clear. It tracked upon Judy's face, making her flinch and recoil. But some of it oozed into her mouth, where she involuntary closed her lips and tasted it. And... haah...

“Precum...?”

Now, look, Judy's no skank, but she's far from prudish. While she's not as adventurous as, say, Whitney, she knows her way around a penis. Her ex-boyfriend in particular had an enjoyment of blowjobs. So when it comes to the taste and feel of a throbbing dick in her mouth, she's very accustomed to such a feeling. And when it comes to precum? So bitter and salty? Yes, she knows that too.

“What... ngh... wh-what are you...?” the mouse murmured whilst looking at the pink gelatinous thing.

Naturally, it didn't answer. Instead, its tentacles began to squeeze at her body once again. But unlike last time where it was tight and restrictive, now these tentacles were starting to squeeze at certain areas of her body.

Judy's hips were gently kneaded, with the tentacles even wrapping around to squeeze her pert butt. Her legs were allowed to open, but only to so a tentacle could slide between them, where it began to grind against her mound. Even through her night shorts, she could feel the individuals bumps and ridges of the tentacle, which all began to ruthlessly slid against her rapidly heating cunt.

“Haaah~~ Nnghh~ Holy... aahh~”

Panting softly, Judy clinched her legs around the tentacle. But was she trying to stop it? Or squeeze it closer? Not even she could tell. She just knew that a mounting pleasure was racing through her form, causing her fur to stand up on end and her ears to grow rigid.

“Haaah... nghh...! Ah... shit... haah... wh-whatever you are...” she leaned back, “Just... don't stop~”

The tentacles obeyed her.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, the tendril between Judy's legs began grinding hard against her rapidly sweltering folds. Heat began building up, followed by the telltale lubricants of her cunt as it began bubbling with juices. Leaning back on the floor, the mouse let loose a deep moan and arched her back as pleasure began coursing throughout her form. Her eyes began rolling as the thick girth of the tendril twisted along her pussy whilst picking up its already devious pace.

The stuffiness between her thighs was rapidly becoming unbearable. Reaching down, Judy palmed at her crotch, only for tentacles to slither in her way. Just how many tentacles did this thing have? There was one wrapped around her waist, another sliding between her thighs, one hanging in front of her face, and now two dangling in the air before her. That's at least five, right?

Ah... whatever... this thing wasn't hurting her. Quite the opposite, really. With each passing second, it was making her feel better and better.

Judy gave another throaty moan as she gripped the two tentacles in front of her. Holding them like handle bars, her hands squeezed upon their spongy, rubbery surface, squeezing them tight. More and more these tentacles felt like thick, writhing cocks. If she were to close her eyes, she'd probably be incapable of telling the distance.

Back and forth she dragged her palms along these tendrils, squeezing and teasing them like she was handling real members. And like real members, their taut skin rolled with her palms, while heat traveled through them. She could even feel blood circulate, as if beneath their tense surfaces were pumping veins.

Extending her thumbs, the mouse tweaked at the area where the glands would be if these tapered tendrils were more natural. It must have had sensors there, for the tendrils began wriggling with pleasure. Even the body of the pink gelatinous thing began quaking, bringing a smile to Judy's lips.

“Heh... heh heh... do you like it?” she asked whilst squeezing her legs around the tendril, “You naughty little thing you.”

She got no response, but the subtle quakes in its body were more than enough to tell her it was enjoying itself. Her twisting and jerking movements grew quicker and quicker, stronger too, triggering more quakes through the tentacle monster's body while she opened her legs all the more. Perhaps it took this as some form of invitation, for the tendrils began extending.

Squirming out of her hands, its tentacles instead wrapped around her arms and wrists, binding her gently. But instead of feeling fear, Judy felt her chest rise with excitement. Looking down, she watched as more tentacles wrapped around her legs, further spreading them apart so that it could have access to her crotch.

The mouse's honey had grown so thick, so copious, that a visible dark stain had formed in the center of her night shorts. Her odor too had grown strong enough to fill the air, making her groan. Could this gelatinous thing smell it too?

Slide~

“Aahh...! Nnngh~ That's it~”

Maybe it could. Why else would it be so attractive to this area of her body?

Bringing over its thick tendril, it began grinding it once more between her legs, being far more direct than last time. It pressed hard against her folds, twisting and turning, before sliding up and sliding directly into her pants.

“OOH~!?”

Touching her sensitive pussy directly, the tentacle monster sent a jolt racing through Judy's body. She bucked up right and squeezed on the tendrils around her wrists tight, holding on them as a rush of pleasure overwhelmed her. Since breaking up with her boyfriend, she'd only known the pleasure of one of her sex toys. So to feel something so flexible and alive, was like tasting a meal she hadn't enjoyed in a long, long time.

“Haaahh~~~! Fuck~! Nnghh...!”

The tentacle twisted along her pussy, grinding between her folds and slightly spreading them, splattering her juices about. Her clothes, thighs and the tentacle itself were quickly soaked in her sordid juices, as heat and pleasure continued to mount. And with her legs spread by its tight grip, the creature would not stop until it gained Judy's climax.

Yes, her climax. Her pleasure. This was for her! And as she grew more agreeable, it grew more courageous. If the creature could be courageous, that is.

With another tight grip of her body, it arched her legs up into the sky and lifted her. The mouse's eyes quickly rolled around in confusion as she felt weightless, but the tentacle before her head took her attention. Without warning...

“NMPH~!!”

It quickly dove into her mouth, pushing deep once again. But this time, instead of biting it in an attempt to free herself, Judy moaned around the thick phallus. Closing her eyes, she began pushing her mouth down upon the member, groaning as she began sucking and licking along the member. While far from the most talented cock sucker, the mouse's tongue was surprisingly precise and dedicated. She trailed it along its ridges and swirled it around the tip, while more and more of its 'precum' oozed into her mouth.

“Mmmph~ Mmmm~ Hmmm~~~”

Melting. Melting. Meeellltttiinnggg.

Judy's eyes started to roll back as she fell slack into the tentacles' hold. Yes she gripped on its tendrils, but it was more to brace herself against it than any sort of strength of her own. Her head was the only thing moving voluntarily as her head pumped back and forth on the tentacle in her mouth.

More and more heat, more and more pleasure. The tentacle monster was quick to take advantage of Judy's slack state. Pulling back its tendril, it spread apart her legs once again, took aim with her folds, and--

THRUST!

RIIIIIPPP!!!

“HMMMPHHH~~~!?!?”

That's it. Just one precise push. It didn't even need to move aside her shorts. It didn't even bother to move aside her shorts. It just shot straight it, and penetrated her pussy.

Deep in her folds, Judy felt its powerful, girthy tendril push deep into her cunt. Her tight vaginal walls clinched around it, feeling every bump, every ridge, every groove. Twisting and writhing about, it widened out her tight pussy walls, causing her stomach to slightly bulge as a muffled gasp left her lips.

“MGGGHHFF!”

Her body then shuddered and jerked, riding out on this tentacle in her cunt. Back and forth she rocked her hips, moving in turn with the tentacle. When it thrusted deep, she pushed down. And when it pulled back, she did likewise. Her pussy – so tight and juicy – squeezed and sucked upon the tendril, desperate to get it off. And as pleasure roared throughout her pussy...

“MMMPH ~~! MMMFFF~~~! HMMPH~~~”

Judy's muffled moans continued echoing through her apartment complex as she was once again laid on the ground. Eyes closing shut, her hands curled beside her head, fully relinquishing herself to the tentacled beast that pleasured her. The thrusting in her cunt and in her mouth both worked in tandem, never going so deep as to choke her, but not letting up either.

This allowed the pink gelatinous thing to extend its other tentacles towards her chest. Sliding along her chest, its grooves idly teased the mouse's flat body, grinding and writhing against her. Before she was horrified, but now she was moaning against its touch and gleefully squeezing against it. The tips of the tentacles pressed against her perky nipples, rubbing them to the point that they grew hard and stiff.

The brushing, the grinding, the squeezing; it all sent heat throughout Judy's body. She was so awash with pleasure, her mind began to ebb and flow. This numbed her to the tentacles on her tits, which pulled back...

Snaaaaarrrrrrlll...

And began opening up.

Like a pair of mouths, the tips of the tentacles opened up to reveal a full set of teeth... with tongues. At least, they appeared to be tongues. They were long, flat, pink, laden with bumps like taste buds, and licked at the air like they were tasting something. Drool too oozed from their maws, but it was thick and sticky like some form of syrup.

Hovering above Judy's chest, they drooled their saliva upon her, feeling so warm and hot. She moaned and opened her eyes, just in time to watch the twin mouths open up...

SNAP! BITE!

“NMMPH~~~!”

And bite down right upon their tits!

The teeth of the tentacled beast reached deep enough to puncture flesh. If it weren't for her fur, she'd be sporting fresh bite marks for the coming days. Not that Judy cared at the moment. Despite being bit, she felt no pain, only pleasure. So much pleasure that the mouse gleefully pressed her chest into the wicked maws of the tentacled monster, allowing it to bite her more.

Its whip-like tongue began to swirl and slide along her nipples, sucking them like she was sucking on its tendril in her mouth. More jolts of pleasure rocketed through her form, causing Judy to moan and melt on the floor. Fuck, it was getting even harder to think. This thing could very well attack her, and she probably wouldn't care at this moment.

But, no, it wouldn't attack her. It had something far more devious in mind.

That whip-like tongue of its wasn't just for licking. Coming to the tips of her nipples, those twin tongues suddenly grew as hard as knives where they took aim with her teats... and started pushing in.

“HRNNNGGHH!?!?”

That certainly got Judy's attention.

Eyes growing wide, the mouse stared down. Though it was impossible to see through the mouths of the tentacles, that didn't mean she couldn't feel them! Somehow, its 'tongues' were pushing into her nipples, penetrating them! This weird, stretching sensation began burning through her body, triggering shudders in Judy's body, and roaring, muffled moans. Her hands grabbed upon the tendrils, squeezing them... but not in an attempt to pull them off.

This strange sensation quickly began mounting as the tentacles began to undulating. Something was being pushed from its central most body, where it flowed through the tendril and straight to its tongue. And from this tongue...

Slurrp... Glurrp... Slurrp...

“NMPH!? HMPH~!? MMMMFFFF~~~!”

Oh! Oh! OOOOHH! What was this? What was this thing injecting into her? Whatever it was, it was hot, and it was heavy! This substance began flowing into Judy's tits, causing them to stretch, to expand. Bigger... bigger... bigger! Judy's once flat chest swelled to a size far, far, far bigger than what she could handle! B-cups, C-cups, DD-cups! Beyond that! E! F! G! And finally settling on H-Cups!

“NNMPH!?”

Judy's eyes widened as her ballooning tits finally settled into their new size. Pleased with its work, the tentacled monster opened its mouth, releasing her breasts and allowing them to fall.

Sliiiiddeee...! POP!

“GUH! HAHH!? HAAH!”

As if pleased with its work, the tentacled monster pulled its tendril out of Judy's mouth, allowing her to breath more easily whilst gazing down at her inflated tits. Reaching down, she grabbed her bosom, pushing her fingers into them.

“Ah~!?”

Ooh... so fucking sensitive. Her breasts were a source of sensory overload; touching them triggered jolts, but outright squeezing them was enough to make Judy fall back. Her eyes even rolled to the back of her skull, followed by a long groan of--

“Aaaaahhhh~~~ shiiiitt...!”

This? She had never experienced anything even close to this.

Sliding up and over, the tentacled beast began to gently tease the side of Judy's enlarged bosom. Despite being a near indescribable monster, the tentacled beast was surprisingly tender. Along her tits it ground against her, drawing jolts and panting moans from Judy's lips.

“Haah... ooh... oh my~” the mouse moaned, “Nnghh...! Th-that's it... hoooh... y-you're... heh... you're surprisingly good at this~”

Biting into her bottom lip and lying flat on the floor, Judy allowed the tentacles to do as they pleased. Their idle groping grew firmer and more assertive with each passing second, eventually wrapping around her breasts as a whole. Their tips began to flick at her enlarged nipples, causing them to bend left and right. Each touch – no matter how slight – caused the mouse to buckle under the pleasure. And in this weakened state – the most vulnerable she had been until now – the tentacled beast took charge over her.

Wrapping one of its tendrils around her waist tight, it turned the mouse over until she was on all fours and her sensitive breasts were pinned to the floor. She gasped, grew wide-eyed too, but that quickly melted into a moan when she felt a tentacle brush along her butt. Once, twice, thrice, the tentacled monster pushed through Judy's butt cheeks, before pulling back and taking aim... with her asshole.

Slide! Sliiiddee!

“Wh-what?”

Gripping hard upon the ground, Judy looked over her shoulder towards her butt. No longer was the tentacle hotdogging her, it had become poking at her anus with its pointed tip! Palpable fear began racing through her form; she's never done anal before! Wouldn't it feel weird? Wouldn't it hurt? All of that stretching and reaching! And this wasn't just some modest sex toy or lover; this was a tentacled beast! Once that thing began pushing, it wasn't going to stop any time soon! If there's ever a time to stop things, it would be now!

“S-stop it!” said Judy as she reached back to grab the tentacle prodding at her ass, “S-slow down you monster! I've never--” SNAP! “AH!?”

Ya'know... she still had tentacles around her wrists. And now, those tentacles were taking charge over her body. Like a rubber band, it pulled back on Judy's body, growing hard and rigid. Her arms were pulled back in the air and held there, leaving her completely open for the pink gelatinous thing's protestations. Her back arched and arms pulled back, the mouse could only use her tail to try and cover her asshole.

That didn't work either, as the tentacle was easily capable of maneuvering around her slender tail.

“Nggghh~~~!?”

The beast began sliding its tip along her ass spreading its lubricant-like precum all over her butt. The idle rubbing sent jolts through Judy's body, who began panting and groaning. That heat from its precum was capable of warming her down, though she still remained rigid in anticipation to the vicious anal pounding she was sure to receive. She just needed to wait for it to start--

Puuuuuuuuuuuussssssssssshhhhhhh!!!

“NNGGGHH~~~! HAAAH~! FUCK!”

Judy's ass was tight! Incredibly so! When that tentacle began pushing, it was met with the resistance of a virgin butthole. But that didn't stop the monster. It kept pushing, sliding its tendril deep into the mouse's awaiting anus. Wider... wider... WIDER! Like her tits before, this damned thing was stretching her apart!

This weird sensation of being spread jolted throughout Judy's body. Never – not once – had she ever so much as explored her backside. It was nasty, at least, that's what she told herself! But this creature cared not.

The bumps and ridges of its tentacle ground against every inch of her anus, prodding and playing with all of them. Not only did this creature know its own body, but it knew hers as well. The tentacle it had in her ass began swirling around – left, right, left, right – at a quick and maddening pace. This wicked spinning and grinding triggered jolts that roared all throughout Judy's body, causing this loud and whorish--

“Aaauuuggghhh~~~!?”

To leave her gaping lips.

Whatever trepidation the mouse was feeling had been thoroughly fucked from her mind. Like a compressing spring, the tentacle in her ass began pulling back and thrusting in, pounding its length and girth into her tight anus. She could feel every thrust as it sent a quake through her pert butt which rushed straight up to her hair.

But her anus wouldn't be alone. Sliding and curling up her leg, another tentacle approached her pussy. Just how many tentacles did this thing have!?

At first, Judy didn't feel it. But as it began sliding along her sweltering folds, her eyes grew wide and she looked down.

“No! Wait!” she shouted, “If you do that, I'll lose my fucking--” THRUST! “MIINNDDDDD!!!”

With pinpoint precision and powerful force, this other tentacle thrusted into her pussy spreading her folds apart and reaching in deep enough to pierce her womb! Together in alternating thrusts, the two tentacles fucked both Judy's ass and pussy! The mouse's crumbled and quaked, quivers of pleasure racing through her form and drugging her brain! Her eyes were wide, and endless rivers of drool leaked from her clinched teeth. There was nothing even close to words that left her lips, just haggard, whorish moans of a beast in pleasure.

The tentacles wouldn't stop. Their thrusting and fucking relentlessly carved out pathways in her body, adding to the pleasure and delirium of the situation. More thrusting, more sliding! That tentacle in her ass was starting to work its way deeper into her body. Deeper. Deeper. DEEPER!

But it can go even deeper.

The intricacies of a person's are an enigma to most average people. Unless you're someone with a PhD, there's no way a person could know all the organs within a body, and how they connect to one another. And yet, this pink, gelatinous, tentacled... thing, was capable of navigated through all of Judy's intestines like it was traveling along a highway. She could feel it rise up through her body. From her ass, through her belly, and up her chest!

What was going on? What was this thing doing to her? This was it, wasn't it? This thing was going to fucking kill her! Just what was this rising through her throat?

“GLUNK!?”

Oh! Oh. Oooooohhh...

Its tentacle had traveled all the way from her ass and straight to her mouth.

Impaled on pink flesh, Judy was leaned up right as the tentacled beast continued writhing throughout her body. It was still twisting and fucking her... but telltale quivers began writhing through the pink thing's form. One could even hear this strange 'Errrrkrkrrkrkrkrrk...!' noise echo to it, like it was panting.

Sitting there, impaled and held up by tentacles, Judy's staggered mind could only barely think, watching as tentacles came slithering over towards her face. Those tapered tips all aimed at her face, while the tendrils themselves began to undulate like water racing through a plugged hose. And as that weird 'Errrrkrkrrkrkrkrrk...!' noise continued echoing into her ears, it was only a matter of seconds until--

“ERRRRRRRKKRRAAAAKKK!”

So... that's what it sounded like.

SPLORT! SPLURT! SPURT! SPLURT! SPORT!

“HRRRNNGGKKHH~~~!!!”

CUM! EXPLOSIVE! SHOCKING! VIRILE! CUM!

The tentacled beast was not shy, nor was it lacking. All upon Judy's face, it launched its white-hot seed, showering her face and features in jizz. The mouse was so dazed, her mind so frazzled, that she didn't even flinch. What could she do anyway but take it?

Thick cum of an unknown origin showered upon her face, where it slowly began oozing down it. Her lips, her nose, her cheeks, her hair, all of it was layered in cum. But why stop there? Like a group of randy and virile men, the tentacled beast made sure to shoot its jizz upon Judy's enlarged tits as well! They too were lathered in thick cum, which oozed and streaked down their curvy sides.

This intense heat and this powerful odor, both mixed together to further drug Judy's mind. If this did result in her death, then dammit, she could imagine much worse ways to go.

Sliiiiideeee... SPLAT!

“Hggngnnngghh~~~”

The tentacle that went straight through her body was pulled right out of her ass, allowing the mouse to fall face-first into the floor. She wore this 'fucked dazed' expression on her face, with eyes rolled back, and drool leaving her lips.

But even after fucking straight through her, and showering her body with cum, this pink gelatinous thing was still not through with her... nor had it left her entirely. For inside of Judy's cunt, still writhing about with this desperate need, was one last tentacle.

With lewd and loud 'Shlucks!' and 'Thwaps!' that final tentacle continued to fuck her cunt. Its pace wasn't as aggressive as it was before, but it was no less relentless. And through those squirms and writhing, she could feel that tentacle began to expand. It wasn't pleased with just showering her face and chest with cum, it needed to claim the very depths of her being as well! And it was saving it up for this big one right... HERE!

GLORP! SPLORT! SPLURRT!

“HMMPH~~!?”

Judy may have been dazed before, but the moment this tentacle began cumming into her pussy, she jolted upright again. Her eyes swelled in size as drool shot from her clinched teeth. It wasn't a modest climax in the slightest; this fucking monster was planting a bomb in her belly!

Its surging, circulating, rushing cum began to fill out her pussy and womb, leaving nothing but its white-hot spunk! And as it came, it treated her belly like her tits before, causing it to expand. The tentacled monster's climax didn't stop, wouldn't stop. It just kept cumming and cumming, flowing into the mouse's body to the point that her belly started to swell.

“Ooooohh ~~~! Fuccckkkk...! Nnghh~~! How is this...!?”

Judy flinched and recoiled as her belly continued growing in size. The white-hot spunk of this monstrous being claimed every ounce of Judy's body, transforming her stomach into a sauna of cum.

Ya'know... she dated her boyfriend for years, but despite all of their trysts, he never once came inside of her. Hey, they weren't stupid; neither of them were ready to take such a risk yet with their lives. So as this monster took such a dubious honor, one single thought raced through Judy's head.

So this is what it feels like...

Thud!

Collapsing upon the floor, the mouse laid there, panting for breath. Her body was completely coated in cum, her pussy too. There was nothing she could do but lay there, while the tentacled beast continued having its way with her body.

But it didn't.

Like some lover with an actual mind, the beast was no longer desperate to fuck her endlessly. Instead, its tentacles began to slowly advance upon her body, where it cradled her form with its rubbery arms.

How strange. After sex, Judy rather enjoyed it when her lover cradled her. Was that what this beast was doing? Cuddling her after the best sex of her life?

It took her a few moments to come to terms with her reality. Pushing herself up against the floor, the mouse stared down upon the pink gelatinous thing as its tentacles wrapped beneath her chest and along her belly.

“What... hnnggh... what are you...?” she muttered.

“Krrrkrkrkrkrkrrkkrrrrrr...” was her response.

Was it a response? Or was that just the sound of its body shuddering? Judy didn't know... and quite frankly, she wasn't in the mood to care. The pleasure she found with this creature was unlike any pleasure she had found with anyone else ever before. The aftershocks of her orgasm continued ruminating through her body, and the feeling of its cum in her womb made her feel so full. All of it panted this lurid smile on her lips.

So... was this weird? No. This wasn't just weird: this was utterly fucking bizarre! But it felt so good that she didn't care.

But as she laid there in the tentacled monster's embrace, Judy's mind wavered over to where it came from. The gift it was in had exploded upon its growth, but on the floor nearby there was that tag; the one that was on the present in the first place. Reaching out for it, the mouse grabbed and pulled it over, where her eyes ran along its surface again.

“Kram... pus...” she muttered to herself, a lurid smile spreading on her lips as she began giggling to herself, “Hoohoo... thank you, Krampus... whoever you are. This is exactly what I wanted for Christmas..”

“ Krkrkrkkkrrrkrkrkrkrrkkrrrkrrr...!”

Intermission

Hey, we're halfway through the late night double feature. You might wanna stand up and do some stretches, maybe go used the bathroom, perhaps throw away those dirty tissues you just used.

Or don't.

I'm not your dad.

Androids All the Way

“So... what did you ask Santa for this Christmas?”

“Santa doesn't exist, you doofus...”

How many years have they worked together? 4 years now? And she still asks such an asinine question? Of course she does! Why? Because she just loves to piss Judy off!

Snow! It was everywhere. This late in the year, the typical gray concrete and pavement of Document City had been replaced with blankets of white snow. It coated the metropolis, whether it be the tallest skyscrapers or the smallest shop. This year as always, it would be a white Christmas.

Was a fun time! A time filled with family, friends, of giving gifts... and receiving them in kind! It's so sad then that they weren't a at a family's house for vacation, or even at their homes where it was nice and warm. Instead, they were here... at work.

Ugh... fucking overtime...

'HAPPY HOLIDAYS!' said the banners that hung on their office walls. Well, actually, it says 'AHPPY HOLIDAYS!'. Thanks to yours truly, it has been saying that for the past few weeks, yet no one's changed it yet. Seems no one bothered to change it, or didn't even care that it wrong in the first place!

She didn't blame them, honestly. It was Christmas, and it was overtime; no one wanted to work more than what was necessary. Maybe that's why the mouse in front of her looked so dour. No, wait, the mouse in front of her always looked this dour, no matter what was going on. It's why she enjoyed teasing her so much!

Who is she? Why, 'shy', is the superstar of this floor! The one woman who turned heads no matter where she went. Quite an easy thing to do when you're as tall as her!

Whitney Flanagan is her name, and Whitney Flanagan is a mare. A clydesdale mare, to be exact. Her eyes were stunning and crystal blue, shimmering with this brightness that could make the skies quiver. Glimmering golden blonde hair flowed form her head, with bouncy curls and wavy strands that could easily billow in the wind. Her luscious figure was coated in fur that was brown like chocolate. Oh, yes, and of course her curvaceous physique, with her shapely, rounded hips, her busty chest, and her powerful, pumped up back.

She was an anomaly of those around her. Where as they were boring businessmen and women, she was like a supermodel with how bright, flashy, and vivacious she was. Even when wearing business formal like them, her clothing felt so... vibrant! This pencil skirt that didn't even come down to her thighs. Tight stockings that hugged her legs to the point that her toned thighs were visible. And, yes, she had the top few buttons of her blouse undone so that her breasts could breathe. It's not like anyone complained about it before when she did... and honestly, why would they?

Whitney sat at the edge of a cubicle's entrance, her arms crossed as her blue eyes sat on a certain mouse at a computer. She could see the way the rodent fidgeting in place, trying desperately to ignore the mare at her office... but utterly failing to do so. They both knew she wasn't leaving any time soon, not until she had been appeased. So why bother messing around with her any longer?

“Come ooooonnnn, Judy!” said the mare with a chuckle, “It's just a question! Have a little fun!”

“There's nothing 'fun' about it, Whitney,” said the mouse in the chair, her eyes closing shut as she gave an annoyed groan, “We're adults, not children.”

Slowly she turned to face Whitney, revealing herself in full. Her name was Judy, and she was Whitney's co-worker... and a rather sour one at that. Almost everyone in the office absolutely loved it when the mare showed them attention.

Judy was not one of those people.

A very studious and professional woman, she always wore this serious look on her face. Her fur was a pale white, and she had jet-black hair that fell down to her chin in blunt edges and blunt bangs. There was no style to this mouse, no life, no vibrancy. She was just as boring and dull as the job she participated in. Even her brown eyes looked absolutely dreary, as they lacked any sort of flash or light to them.

She didn't even bother trying to get away with doing anything showy with her clothing. No pencil skirt, no stockings, heels; just straightforward and simple. Hell, she didn't even have her blouse undone... though with how flat she was, there wasn't much to show, was there?

But that didn't stop Whitney from toying with her. Seeing that professional and no-nonsense face of hers shift with annoyance, brought the clydesdale mare an unthinkable amount of glee and joy. It was just funny getting under her fur and seeing her reactions. So Whitney kept pushing her.

“C'mon, Judy. It's for fun!” she said whilst leaning against the entrance of the mouse's office, “We spend upwards of nine, sometimes ten hours in this choking office. Anything we can do to liven up life in here, we should take it. It's not like I'm saying we should get crazy or anything.”

“Asking me about Santa Claus is crazy,” Judy replied with a dismissive wave of her hand, “You're an adult woman. We shouldn't be thinking about fat old guys who deliver presents in a single night...” she leaned in, “Now leave me alone. I have things to do.” Sliiiiiddeee! “Ah!?”

The moment she turned away, Whitney took that as an opportunity to slide in next to her chair. The mouse tensed up, a blush of shock appearing on her face as their arms bumped against one another. So easily the mare cast a shadow upon Judy, utterly trapping her in her superior height and stature. And when she looked over, Whitney grinned, raised her finger, and began to wag it.

“That's exactly why I'm asking you about a fad old guy who delivers presents in a single night!” she said with a chuckle, “We're dying in here of boredom. Overtime has us in here for nine hours, but it feels like ninety! So...” she shrugged her shoulders, “Let's have a short conversation. It'll help us relax and unwind, 'kay? Again, what did you ask for Santa this year?”

On the outside, Whitney was still grinning, but there was nothing malicious about it. On the inside however, she was cackling like a wicked witch! Oh, she just enjoyed how much she made Judy's blood boil! Being so close to the mouse, smiling as she did so while asking such a precise question; it was all to get on Judy's nerves! And if she wanted her to leave, the only way to do that was by asking this – quite frankly – asinine question.

“Okay... fine...” the mouse growled whilst glaring at her, “What about you, Whitney? What did you ask for Santa this year?”

Oh, trying to flip the question on her, huh? If Judy thought this would get Whitney to forget she asked the question first, she was about to be sorely disappointed. Still, the mare would appease her... for now...

“Oh? Me?” said Whitney whilst placing a hand on her busty chest, “Heh heh! I asked Santa for a really, really hung guy!”

Well... Judy asked! And if you ask Whitney a question, expect a lewd answer in response! It was in her nature to be obscene and scandalous, typically to gain a response from those around her.

But not from Judy.

The mouse did not growl, or gawk at her, or anything like that. She just sighed and rolled her eyes, having long since grown used to Whitney's brand of humor.

“Typical,” the mouse muttered whilst looking back at her computer, “As expected of someone like you...”

“Heeeeeyy! What's that s'pose to mean?' Whitney asked back, “Is there a problem with longing for a real hung guy? I don't think so! We're both women, right?”

“Yes, you're right. We are both adult women,” Judy corrected, “Not little girls who ask Santa for presents! And definitely not the type of presents you're asking for! If you want a hung guy, just go down to a bar or something. I'm sure you'll find plenty of men who'll spend the night with you...”

“Bah! That's not fun!” Whitney said as she shook her head, “Those men aren't hung anyway! Speaking from experience...”

“I didn't need to hear that.”

“Besides, they're usually, like, really creepy men, and they're no good at sex at all,” the mare continued, “I want, like, my perfect man! He's hung, he's really considerate, and he's gotta be lean so I can fold him into any position I like! That'll be perfect!”

“I take it back; you aren't an adult woman. You are a child,” the mouse bemoaned as she rolled her eyes and laid her hand on her head, “A man whose hung, considerate, and fit enough for you to roll around? You might as well write about that in your diary, because no man like that exists.”

“That's why I asked Santa Claus for one!” said Whitney as she gave Judy's shoulder a jab, “Cuz you're right; no man like that exists! But maybe old St. Nick can give me one!”

“Tch... you're crazy...”

Eyes closing shut, the mare began snickering, while her co-worker rolled her eyes. But if Judy thought this would be enough to appease her, she was sorely mistaken. The low chortles from Whitney slowly faded, and her blue eyes glanced over. Giving the mouse a wily smirk, she raised her finger and poked her in the cheek, garnering an annoyed growl.

“So I told you what I want from Santa,” said Whitney, a few more chuckles leaving her lips, “But what about you?”

“I didn't ask Santa for anything,” Judy snarled, “He does not exist.”

“Then humor me for a second. If Santa was real, what would you ask him for?”

“Haaaaah... ggghh...”

Crossing her arms, Whitney stared at Judy, watching the mouse's expression shift. Annoyance was blatant, but then it turned to confusion, and finally acceptance. She knew that if she wanted the mare out of here, she'd have to answer her questions sooner rather than later. If not, they'd be here all night long.

Whitney had the time... and the dedication. Hey, she had this job for a reason!

What Whitney wasn't expecting was for it to take Judy so long. The mouse completely spaced out, gazing into the distance as if searching for something. The question wasn't that difficult, was it? It's just a simple 'What do you want for Christmas' type of question! So why the hell was Judy not saying anything?

Maybe the mouse was more boring than she thought. She didn't even have any Christmas wishes. How sad.

“Um... Judy...?” she said, genuine concerned in her confused voice.

“B-be quiet,” the mouse replied as she began to blush, “It doesn't matter anyway what I do or don't want. It's not like Santa's real!”

Well, shit! With those red cheeks on her face, now Whitney was more curious than ever before! There's no way Judy was getting out of this, no matter how much she tried!

“No no no!” said the mare, a devious grin appearing on her lips as she hopped up excitedly, “You can't double back now! You already agreed to tell me something! Unless... unlesss... oh my!”

Whitney's eyes grew wide as she put on a face of mock surprise. There's only one reason why Judy of all people would be blushing in such a shameless manner. What she wanted for Christmas was something decidedly... not safe for work! Who'd a thunk that she of all people would desire something so disgraceful?

Oh, how shameful that now, Whitney felt closer to Judy than ever before. The mouse didn't seem to agree. She just gawked back in confusion.

“'Oh my'? 'Oh my' what?” said Judy in shock and fear as she looked over her shoulder towards the mare.

“Judy Temps,” Whitney replied, “You want something scandalous from Santa Claus, don't you? I knew it! You always act so stuffy, but I knew deep down inside you were a freak! Maybe we're not so different, you and I!”

Even being insinuated that they were similar was enough to make Judy raise her hand. She came thhiiiiissss close to striking the horse, and Whitney sat it. Really, she would've let her do it too, because that would've only made this moment even more delicious!

“You... are really testing my patience,” growled the mouse, “I am NOT thinking of anything lewd!”

“Yeah. Uh-huh. Sure,” replied Whitney with a teasing snicker, “That's totally not how someone would respond if they weren't thinking of something lewd.”

“Grggh! It does not matter what I was and was not thinking. Santa does not exist, Whitney! Now then...” turning to face her computer once again, Judy gave a huff as she placed her hands on her keyboards, “Could you please leave me alone so that I can deal with my job?”

Whitney chuckled.

“What job...?” she asked, watching as Judy flinched, “It's two minutes passed 10. Our shift's over.”

Here came the best part: the realization! It fell on the mouse like a ton of bricks as she jolted in place then stood upright. Rushing over towards the entrance of her cubicle, Judy stuck her head out of it and looked throughout their office while Whitney sat there watching. A wicked grin was painted on the mare's face, indulging in the sight of her co-worker coming to learn that, yes, indeed, they were alone. And once she did...

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Whitney's uproarious laughter filled every inch of the office, while Judy gave her the most annoyed side-eye she could muster. Not that the mare cared. She was laughing so hard, she nearly fell out of her chair! Instead, she stood up and faced her colleague, walking up to her where she planted her finger on her head.

“See ya after Christmas, Judy! I hope Santa gives you exactly what you wanted! Hahahaha!”

Brushing her hand through her hair, Whitney tossed it up as she casually strutted over towards her cubicle. Her things had already been neatly collected; she got them all ready shortly before torturing Judy. With that done, she grabbed her bag, slung it on her shoulder, and left her office.

Whitney Flanagan was a woman everyone wanted. If her tall height didn't turn heads, her personality did. Wherever she walked, whether it be down the street or through the park, she'd become the eye of envy of all. Men wanted her, women wanted to be her, and she reveled in their attentions.

So why? Why was she not living an exciting life in some exotic place like Oceanside or Belmond? She could easily be the wife of some famous actor or director or something along those lines. Instead, she was stuck here in this drab, gray city. She wasn't even the wife of a manager or something like that, instead being single.

Yes, Whitney Flanagan was single. And why? Because her boyfriend of the past two years broke up with her! Her! He broke up with her! Of all people! Not the other way around! She still couldn't wrap her head around that! What was his problem? Was he gay or something? That's not true considering the nights they shared with one another! She was literally perfect: smart, sexy, sociable, and – best of all – she was all his!

But no. He broke up with her. And why? Because of something like her being 'arrogant' and 'selfish' and 'narcissistic'... whatever that means.

Fine. Whatever. Sure. She didn't need him. If she was so arrogant, selfish and narcissistic, then she'd just have to make due by herself! Besides, it's not like she didn't have plenty of friends! There was... no... wait... she was out of town for the night. Oh, but then there's... oh, no wait... they haven't spoken in a few years. But, wait, there's... no... she couldn't really consider them 'friends'; they were just people she drank a few beers with on the weekend. And she was sure that wolf was only getting her drunk so he could get into her pants. She knows the one!

Okay, sure, fine. For as extroverted and outgoing as Whitney was, she was spending this year's Christmas alone. Her parents decided to spend this Christmas trekking the Himalayas together, her younger sister was in Europe for studies, and their younger brother was in Japan. The Flanagan family were spaced out, all doing fun and exciting things... except for Whitney.

Bleh...

But you wouldn't hear Whitney complain about it. Like the badass boss-bitch she was, the clydesdale mare drove down the streets of Document City like she owned the place. A smile was on her lips, she had her music blasting, and her chest was puffed up in this vibrant showing of power and pride. Even when she eventually reached her apartment and got out her car, she strutted towards her home with this egotistical and beaming expression on her face. Her face beamed sunshine so bright, it could instantly bring plants to life!

At least, that's what she thought of herself. Maybe her ex wasn't wrong about her...

Whitney's home life was expected of a woman who thought her life as being more lavish than it actually was. She didn't live in some small, dingy, low-rent apartment on the lower end of the city like some of her co-workers! No, she lived in this lovely apartment that overlooked Principal Park! It was several stories up, allowing her to gaze down upon the citizens below like they were ants beneath her hooves.

Oh yeessss...

It was spacious, with various pots and vases around. All of which had plants in them, of course. Paintings and portraits lined the walls of her home, be they of extravagant and far off lands... or portraits of yours truly. She had the shiniest, newest TV around, with the shiniest, newest game consoles, and the shiniest, newest computer at the corner. Her entire home had this art deco vibe to it, with its black and gold colors and aged architecture. It truly felt like something out of the 30s.

Now, you'd probably ask how someone like her can afford such a place with her rather humble pay check. To that, she'd say 'SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DON'T ASK!'

Now then...

Entering into her lavish home, Whitney smiled as she dropped her bag of things off on her couch and fell into it. She was still pumping with energy and vigor, and a proud smile remained on her lips. But when she looked forward towards her TV, she didn't feel like watching anything, nor did she feel like playing any games. Instead she sat there, her smile fading into something more introspective.

What should she – Whitney Flanagan – do with all this time on her hands? Getting up from her couch, she walked over towards her balcony and opened it up, allowing her to gaze out over Principal Park below. It was a glimmering diamond of lights and decorations, with so many banisters and ribbons on its fences and benches. And driving through the city, surrounded by families and friends alike was that fire truck that had Santa Claus on it.

Briefly, she pondered going down there and enjoying the festivities. Even if she was alone, the Christmas spirit could easily enliven her. Instead, she turned and faced the Christmas tree she set up in the corner of her apartment. While she may be alone, that didn't make her any less in love with the season. The lights on her tree all glittered in a variety of colors, and there were a few presents beneath them. Some were mailed by family, but most were bought and wrapped up by herself.

Yes, she bought her own gifts and then wrapped them up. And, no, she does not think that's crazy in the slightest.

Ya'know what? No. She wasn't going down to Principal Park. She'd worked an entire shift today, and even though toying with Judy helped liven things up, that could only get her so far. She was admittedly pretty drained after working overtime, so she wanted to spend the rest of her night doing a whole lot of nothing. Just eat dinner, relax, and unwind.

Shit... dinner... she should have bought dinner on the way home. Oh well, that's why Drive-U Eats exists! Looks like its Chinese food again tonight!

So Whitney made her order and prepared herself to take a shower. Article after article of clothing was removed and left haphazardly on the floor, while the mare slipped into her bathroom. But as she turned on her shower, she paused in front of her bathroom's mirror and posed. Arms above her head, a kissey face here, a kissey face there, all as she wondered:

Arrogant? Her? No way! She's beautiful! Well, her ex-boyfriend's loss...

Eventually, the steam from her shower filled the room and blocked her face, causing Whitney to drop her arms. But as she shifted her gaze over towards her shower stall and began climbing into it, she swore she heard the sound of...

Sling! Sling! Sling! Sling!

Were those... sleigh bells?

…

Bdmph...

“Huh...?”

Shuffle shuffle... sliiiideee... shuffle...

“Ghh!? Whuzzat...?”

Tap... Tap... TAP... shuffle shuffle...

“Funk... hmnn...?”

Was she... hearing things?

Ssskkrrrrrrrtttccchh!

Well... other than that. She was hearing that.

Crystal blue eyes snapped open. What she saw staring back at her was static on the TV screen. Static? On the TV screen? What time was it? Or, like, 3:47 AM. That's late. Not too late for someone like her, but definitely late for a night where she wasn't drinking.

Waaaaaiiiit... what the hell is static doing on her digital TV screen in this decade? What is this, the late 90s? What was she even watching before she went to sleep? A game show? She can't even remember. Whatever. She just grabbed her remote and--

Click!

Straightening up on her couch, Whitney stretched out her arms and yawned. In front of her on her coffee table there was a bag of Chinese food. What? Did she pass out while eating? Maybe she did drink tonight and she just couldn't remember. Bleh...

“Gh... whatever...” the horse muttered to herself, “I'll stuff this in the frigerator and go to sleep. It's late... ah...” Snap! “Ah!? The fuck...!?”

Whitney... hit something? In the darkness of her living room (wait, she didn't remember turning off the lights last night!) she accidentally hit something, causing her bag of food to fly from her hands. Confused, the mare looked down where she saw something long and rectangular look her back. But in the darkness, she couldn't really make it out.

“Fuck...” Whitney groaned, “Did I kick one of my presents...? Hgnn...”

Fumbling through the darkness momentarily, she eventually found her lamp, where she flicked on the lights with a--

Click!

“Nnggh...”

It took Whitney a few seconds for her eyes to settle. Once she did, she looked down to see a black case stare back at her... one with a blue bow tied on its surface. Confused, the mare picked up her bag of tossed takeout and placed it aside, before kneeling down next to the case. Gently she traced her hand up and down its surface, marveling at the smooth black wood that contained it, before bringing her hand up towards the ribbon.

“Where did this...?” she muttered to herself in confusion, before finding a tag on the ribbon, “Huh?”

Pinching it and pulling it off, she traced her eyes along its surface, reading...

To: Whitney Flanagan

From: Krampus

“Krampus...?” she repeated, “What the hell...?”

What? Was this a joke? A gift from 'Krampus' of all people? She's no idiot; she knows who Krampus is! And he doesn't give out gifts! He beats children with sticks! So what the hell was this? Was it a joke gift sent by her brother? That seems like something he'd do, but there's no way; he's on the opposite side of the globe! Then... maybe it was a gift sent by her ex-boyfriend? A grand gesture to try and win back her favor after so foolishly dumping her! Her! Of all people! Yes, she's still fuming about that!

If this was his attempt to get back in her good graces, well, she was already beaming! Though that didn't explain how he got keys to her apartment... or why he snuck this gift into her room like a creep instead of just waking her up... or why he signed it as coming from Krampus instead of, ya'know, Santa Claus. But Whitney was already convinced! Too convinced to think about this any longer.

Looking down on the crate beneath her, she placed her hand on its side and began pulling it up. Soft 'Clicks!' echoed through her apartment as various latches were undone. Soon the black metal crate opened up, sliding apart to reveal...

“What... the... fuck...?”

A doll. A human-sized doll. A human-sized doll that did not look like it was mad of plastic. A human-sized doll that almost looked alive.

It... no... he was visible through a clear plastic screen, his face frozen into this permanent smile like a figurine on a toy shelf. A human male, he had this wide, charming smile on his face and short blond hair, while his body was covered in this tight-fitting turtleneck. From eyesight alone she could tell his body was broad and strong, and he was as tall as she was. That's difficult to find among beastkin, let alone humans!

But he wasn't human, was he? He looked like a human, but he's not human. There were segmented lines on his face. A bit hard to notice if one was far away, but really blatant up close like this. They did not distract from how handsome he was, with that frozen smile of his and his lovely blue eyes.

But wait...

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL WAS HE DOING IN HERE!? WHAT WAS GOING ON!?

Whitney's eyes grew wide and her teeth clinched as she gripped her messy blonde hair. Struggling to think about where he came from, her eyes darted around the case before falling on note at the bottom of it.

'TRY ME!' it said.

Whitney paused, still confused by what was going on. This humanoid man thing appeared in her bedroom WHILE SHE WAS ASLEEP with no warning. And all she knew about it was that it came from Krampus, and that it was telling her to 'try him'.

What does that even mean?

The mare came close to calling the police over this mysterious package. And, really, that would've been the smartest thing to do. But be it her own curiosities or this dolls handsomeness, she couldn't help but to consider its offer. With that note saying 'TRY ME!', what does that mean? Try him doing what? She opened her mouth to question this, but a wayward thought came to mind, something she said Judy earlier that night.

I asked Santa for a really, really hung guy!

Yeah, that's what she asked Santa for. She even sent him a letter through the mail box like some little girl. That probably made the day of courier, but that's besides the point. Was this doll the product of that request? Well, Krampus and Santa aren't the same person... but they're close enough.

“Hmmm...”

Maybe... maybe...

Maybe...

Maybe Whitney wasn't as smart as she thought she was. Or maybe Whitney was so arrogant, she actually thought this gift came with no strings attached. Regardless of the 'maybes' or the 'whys', she reached down, grabbed the package, and began pulling it apart.

Snap!

It was honestly easier to open than she thought.

The case pulled open, revealing the blond man in all of his glory. But like a doll, he remained still and lifeless, laying there with that permanent smile on his face. Tilting her head, the mare shot him a confused gaze, wondering why he wasn't doing anything.

“Does this thing come with an instruction manual or something...?” she muttered to herself as she began looking it up and down, “How do I turn you on...”

“That voice would work.”

“Eeep!?”

Whitney froze and jolted upright. Snapping her head back on the doll's face, she watched as his blue eyes snapped over onto her face. Before she could say a word, he leaned upright in his case and groaned, his face shifting with human-like emotion. It was like he was laying in this case for hours, maybe days as he stretched out his arms and gave an exasperated yawn.

“Eeeeyaaaaaaaaaahhhh...! Hmmph...!”

“What... the...?”

Whitney sat there, staring up at the android man as he dropped his arms. Turning again, he faced her with this smile on his charming face, while she continued gawking at him in confusion. He looked more calm, his head tilting from side to side before he asked,

“Is there something on my face?”

His voice was calm and charming... as if he wasn't some mysterious android man who appeared in her home via magic.

“Oooookaaaaaay... uuuumm... uhhh... first things first,” the mare muttered, “Who...” she looked him up and down, “Or what are you?”

“Me?” said the 'man' as he placed his palm on his chest, “My name is Ken.”

“K... Ken...?” Whitney repeated, her face falling a bit slack.

That name was rather on the nose, wasn't it? Lacks a lot of... pizzazz. Like, obviously someone would name a male doll 'Ken'. That's as original as naming a female doll 'Barbie'. It was so basic, Whitney was pondering if she should just tell him to change his name. But as she thought to herself, he stood up.

Whitney's head turned up to gaze at the man... err... android who stood before her. He wasn't just wearing a tight, formfitting turtleneck. He was also wearing tight, formfitting slacks. And those slacks of his did an amazing job at showing just how hard he was.

Face turning red, the clydesdale mare noticed the prominent and long bulge that slid down the side of his pants. Was he hard? Or was that just how long his cock was while flaccid. That would normally be impossible... but he is an android.

A hung android. This was Him! This was her Christmas gift! Krampus delivered!

“Wow... I can't believe...” Whitney muttered to herself before standing up, “Gah! Fuck that! It's not important!” she then grabbed Ken's hand, where she began tugging him along to the couch, “Come on! Let's get this show on the road!”

“Whoa?”

Excitement rushed through Whitney as she pulled Ken over towards her couch, sitting him upon it. He looked at her, a bit stunned by how forward she was being, but acquiescing to her demands nonetheless. The mare looked back at him, her arms crossed as this sordid and excited grin spread out on her lips. There were even fidgets thumping through her body, showing how she barely restrained herself from jumping him right then there!

Despite what Whitney's scandalous attitude may say, the mare wasn't loose. Well... not that loose. Look, with looks as good as hers, she could participate in as many one night stands as she pleased! But she didn't, leaving her rather... stuffy, to put it lightly. Now she had this obedient doll with a thick cock in front of her, she wasn't going to waste this opportunity!

“Okay!” said Whitney as she pointed at him, “Get outta them clothes!”

“Whoa!?”

With that turtleneck and those slacks, oh, he was dressed like a gift that screams to be unwrapped! And like a child on Christmas morning, the clydesdale mare was quick to pull these clothes off of Ken's body. The turtleneck came off first, the sight of his body being revealed drawing a sliver of drool from her lips. His body was perfectly fit, with these big, broad, brawny muscles. Similar to his face, there were seams in his flesh, but they did little to distract from his body. If anything, it added to his mysterious allure.

He looked of flesh and blood, but was there actually machinery beneath his skin? Was this all fake? There was only one way to find out. But first! Let's test how good his mouth works.

“Um... Whitney...?” Ken muttered.

“Shut up!” she said as she placed her hand on his shoulder, ignoring the fact that he – somehow – knew her name already.

Forcing Ken onto his knees with one hand, Whitney grabbed her night gown's edge with her other. Thumbing it gently, she began to slowly pull the garment up and up, revealing her strong, toned thighs, and the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties tonight.

Why bother? She was going to go to bed alone.

Was. But not anymore.

Whitney wasn't exactly a ruthless lover... but she was far from gentle. A very firm and domineering woman, she used her towering height and physical strength to dominate her lovers. And if Ken was her gift, well, he'd be able to give it to her exactly how she liked it.

“You know what I want~” said the mare as she licked her lips, “So let's stop fucking around and get to work. Heeheeheeeeee!”

Ken said not a word, instead locking his eyes forward on the pink mound resting before him. Maybe it was the fact that he was so handsome, or perhaps Whitney was just really fucking pent up from her months of forced celibacy. Whatever the case may be, the mare's pussy was bright and pink. Her honey oozed down her thighs, and this arousing odor was beginning to build, showing just how needy she was.

But instead of acting like a desperate, horny slut, Whitney retained an air of dignity and strength. He was her toy, and no matter how stuffed up she was, she wanted him to know that. So with one hand on his shoulder, her other hand began curling inward, telling him everything he needed to know.

“Get going~”

Ken didn't hesitate.

“Nommph!”

“Haah~”

The mouth of the android clamped over Whitney's mound, sending jolts up her body. Her labia folds were slick and toned due to her powerful body, but it was her clit which was most prominent of all. When hard and stiff, it stretched out from her crotch, almost like a little tower all its own. That made it incredibly prominent, and incredibly sensitive. So when Ken's tongue slicked over it...

“Haaahhnn...! Nnggghh~~~”

A shudder was sent racing through Whitney's body, one that traveled up her spine and straight up to her brain. Leaning her head back, the mare's let loose a deep moan from within, while her tail started swaying left to right.

Ken didn't stop there. When his tongue flicked off her clit, he pulled back just to look at it, before moving back in. Left to right his tongue began to swat at her clit, making it throb and jump. Each strike of that devious pink muscles triggered shudders throughout Whitney's body, who began to moan and groan.

Then this wicked grin spread across her lips.

“Closer, Ken~” Whitney groaned as she rocked her hips left and right, “Nngghm...! I already know you can take it. You're my gift from Krampus, aren't you?”

The android pulled back, gazing up the body of his mistress, who stared back down at him with this wicked grin on her lips. The nightgown she wore laid gently on her body, with her prominent chest causing it to expand. On them, he could see her hard nipples poke through the garment like towers of lust.

“Heh... of course, Whitney,” the android replied, this smile on his lips, “I'll treat you exactly how you want to be treated.”

“Heh... you're damn right...”

“Nmph!”

“Oh~!”

Gripping the mare by her waist, Ken again dove his face in, pressing his lips up against her cunt as he held her in place. His tongue – long and devious – began to lap at those slick and toned folds of hers, feeling them barely break and bend. But with each lick, each suckle, he felt them grow wetter, hotter, puffier... and looser. Yes, she was getting ready for him, allowing his hungry oral to increase as her sordid juices danced on his tongue.

So hot, so spicy, so delicious. Each lick made Ken groan with delight, a sound which traveled up to Whitney' ears. He was getting off on this too? Good. It wouldn't be much fun if the android couldn't feel the pleasure she was going to give him.

“Nngghh...”

“Haahh~! Fuck... mm-hmm~ Stick your tongue in there~”

The looser her pussy became, the easier it was for him to work his tongue inside of her. Whitney's folds parted around his tongue, allowing it to delve inside of her. Tracing her hand upon her body, the mare gripped upon one of her busty tits and squeezed it tight, while Ken continued licking out her sweltering pussy. Her honey – endless and thick – oozed upon his tongue, while her tight folds gripped his tongue in a possessive manner.

Fuck, she was so needy. Her throbbing cunt was desperate to feel what Ken was packing. Which... hey, what a fucking moment! Why hadn't she pulled his clothes off yet? She just pulled him over towards the couch and removed his turtleneck! He was still wearing his pants! Welp, it was time to rectify that!

“Okay stop!” Whitney shouted, causing the android to jolt.

“Is... something wrong...?” he muttered, to which Whitney nodded.

“Yes, there is,” she replied, “Buuuut... heh... I'm already working on it!

Once more taking hold over his body, Whitney pushed Ken down, laying him upon her couch. Her sinister giggles filled the air as she quickly grabbed his slacks, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Excitement coursed through her body as she gripped his slacks by the hem, pulling them down slowly with her eyes locked on his crotch.

More... more... more... more! MORE!

FWIP! SMACK!

“Ah!?”

Well, she demanded more. And dammit, she got that 'more'.

Ken's cock was long. Very long. Very thick too. When freed from his pants, it swung out and smacked her in the face, making her recoil. She flinched, shook her head too, but when her gaze fell back on his dick, her eyes grew wide in shear awe of its stature. He was an android, right? As in... not human? Then why was his cock so fucking real? Outside of its incredible length and girth, there was nothing about Ken's dick that looked inhuman.

And these balls. Who gives an android balls!?

Not that Whitney was complaining. Quite the opposite, actually. As she gazed upon his dick, she placed her hand upon it and began stroking her palm back and forth. Soft shudders raced through Ken's body as his mistress touched him, while she marveled at how hot, hard, and real his dick was. Her hand then slid deeper, where she cupped his hefty balls and bounced them up and down.

“You're really... heh... hung,” Whitney muttered.

“Of course I am. I'm your gift,” Ken replied, causing her to look him in his eyes.

“Yeah. Heh. You're right. You are my gift,” she said, this grin appearing on her lips, “So... let me test how much fun this gift is. C'mon. We're going to my room.”

Grabbing his hand, Whitney tugged Ken along, guiding him towards her bedroom. Every step of the way he kissed her shoulder, his hands gripping at her athletic body. Such strong hands too. They squeezed her, groped her, kneaded her, as if he was fondling priceless gold. Each touch coaxed either moans or giggles from the mare's lips. This is exactly how she wanted to be treated, how she demanded to be treated.

It all stopped when they came to her bedroom. The lights flicked on revealing her impressive bed, with black and gold sheets on it that exuded an air of style and grace. Still holding Ken's hand, Whitney guided him over to the mattress and--

“Hah!”

“Whoa!”

With a throw, she laid him out on her mattress, where he sank into it. Looking up, the smiling horse slowly mounted atop the android, this sensual grin on her lips as she grabbed her nightgown by the hem... and slowly began pulling it up.

“Fuah~”

Peeling her nightgown off her body, Whitney tossed it aside and whipped back her long blonde hair, revealing her body in full. She had strong hips and thighs, this narrow and toned midsection, and of course – what she was perhaps proudest of all when it came to her powerful body – she had huge, firm, busty tits.

“There. Heh. Like what ya see?” Whitney asked, to which Ken nodded.

“I'd be lying if I said I didn't,” he replied.

“Heehee...! I like that honesty of yours.”

Moving in, Whitney laid Ken out on her bed as she mounted atop him, straddling his hips. His thick cock laid along the crevice of her ass, bouncing and throbbing against her. A smirk spreading on her lips, the mare could feel just how hot his member was as it twitched against her. Once that thing slid into her snatch... mmm... just thinking about it sent shudders of excitement up her spine. No more fucking around.

Reaching back, Whitney grabbed Ken's dick and angled it up with her sweltering cunt. The domed tip of his dick pressed against her tight, hot folds, coaxing groans and chuckles from her sultry lips. Fuck, she was really gonna pound him! There was nothing left to do but to push!

Slliiiiideeeeeee! THWAP!

“AAAHH~~~!”

Oh wow... it really had been a while.

Whitney's tight, toned folds parted around Ken's generous girth, feeling it push inside of her deeper and deeper and deeper. Such a thick fucking member. It easily pried apart her walls whilst reaching in deeper. Arching her back, the mare tipped her head to the ceiling and groaned, her tongue hanging out in pleasure... before her mouth shifted into a grin.

“How does it feel?” she asked as she looked down upon Ken.

“Ngh... it feels great,” he replied.

“Heh... well, it's about to feel better!”

Reaching her hands up, she placed them upon his chest, pinning him into place. She then arched up her legs, taking a squatting position above his cock as her grin grew more devious, more hungry, more sadistic. Whitney was as blunt as she was crash, and she was going to prove both right now!

“HAH!”

TWHAP!

With a thrust down, she sent a quake through Ken's body, one that rushed into the bed below. The mare's body was a strong as it was tall, so when all that weight crashed down upon him, it felt like a ton of erotic bricks. But Whitney did not stop there; could not stop there. Still grinning and smiling, she read Ken's face as her hips pulled up once again and--

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

With perfect erotic movements of her hips and body, Whitney pounded Ken into her mattress again and again and again. The powerful body of the clydesdale mare sent waves not only through him, but her bed as well. Hell, objects in her bedroom were even beginning to shake and quake like on her night stand or vanity mirror. Pinned as he was, there wasn't much room for Ken to move around in as he was utterly trapped. The pleasure he felt raced up his synthetic body, making him give a deep moan of--

“Aaaahhhh...!”

Oh, that sound. So many and strong. It made Whitney's ears twitch as she looked down upon him, this sliver of drool sliding down her grinning lips. As much as she adored pounding her partners into paste, she took joy in watching them melt in pleasure all the more. The reactions, the sounds, all of it was perfect! Anyone could fuck. It took a truly skilled person to please however.

This dick of his gave her all the reactions she could ever want. Despite being an android, or some sort of synthetic humanoid, his cock felt so unbelievably real. It throbbed within her pussy, pulsated, and felt so fucking hot! Even the way his taut skin rolled as she scraped it along her tight, vaginal walls was indistinguishable from the real thing!

Ken wasn't just some well-crafted sex toy; he was downright the real deal!

Thank you sooooooo much Krampus!

With each sordid 'PAT!' and powerful 'THWAP!', Whitney grew faster and faster. Her toned twat clenched around his dick with a vice-like and possessive grip, while her hips started to blur. Even the sound of the quaking bedroom grew louder in their ears, drowning out the sound of everything else save for the sounds of their melding bodies and panting breaths. And the mare herself...

“Huff! Huff! Huff! Huff! Huff! Huff!”

Whitney's voice was much deeper than it had been before as she built herself up to that orgasmic high. But, no, she held back; just a little bit. As much as she wanted to cum – and she really fucking wanted to cum – she wanted to make him cum first. She needed to know if this android had limits, or if he truly could give her what she wanted to feel most of all.

She'd get her answer soon.

“Haah! Haah! Aah!” Ken panted, his hands reaching up to grab Whitney by her hips, “Nngghh...! M-Mistresss...!”

“Hm? What's up?” asked Whitney in a relaxed manner, “About to cum~?”

“Ngghh...! Haaahh! Mm-hm!”

“Then do it! Let me see what this gift of mine can do! Fucking--” SPLORT! “CUMMM!?!?”

“GRAAAHH!!!”

Whitney was hoping he'd cum. Whitney was not expecting he'd cum so damn much!

SPORT! GLORP! GLURRRK!

“GUH!?”

Deep inside the mare's pussy and womb, Ken unleashed a torrent of jizz that quickly filled out every inch of her pussy. Thick and hot spunk rushed through her body, causing Whitney's eyes to swell in shock and surprise. It wasn't just a few blasts of cum; it was a bomb, and explosion of cum, one following another, following another, following another! It surged through Whitney's pussy, coating every inch in thick, rich, android seed!

Wait... can an android get her pregnant? No, right? Eh... she didn't really care at the moment anyway...

Ken was seemingly aiming to make that happen. His orgasm kept flooding into Whitney's womb, filling out every inch of her cunt. She thought he'd eventually tire out... but he just didn't! It felt like it took an eternity for his orgasm to die out! But once he did...

Shlop~

“Hah~!?”

Whitney pulled back, feeling his seed ooze out of her spent cunt. And 'feeling' was the correct word for it. This android's cum felt so hot and warm, thick and virile. If she were to close her eyes, she'd honestly think this was a real cock that just got finished making a mess of her pussy.

Such thoughts should usually be a cause of concern. But Whitney licked her lips, chuckled too as she sat to the side and stared down her body.

“Fuck... that was a lot...” she whispered before looking over, “Was it good for you...” then her eyes grew wide, “Too...?”

Whitney looked down towards Ken's crotch. After such a powerful climax, she expected his twitching cock to go soft. She expected it... but that's not what happened. Instead of growing flaccid, or softening in any way, his cock remained hard and long. It took the mare aback, who was used to her lovers needing some time to recharge after she finished pounding them into her mattress. But Ken?

Ken didn't need time to recharge. In fact, he wasn't going to give Whitney a chance to recharge either!

The mare may like to take control, but he was her gift, and he knew what she really liked. So raising up, this devious grin appeared on Ken's lips and he reached out for Whitney, taking her aback. She could only eek out a slight 'Wha?' before feeling his grip on her increase. Before she knew it she was turned around and--

Push!

“Ah!? Wh-what!?” Whump! “Mmph!?”

Her head pushed into the mattress, Whitney gritted her teeth. What was Ken doing? How dare he think he could just manhandle her like this! And... why did it make her heart race?

“Wh-what are you doing?” she growled through gritted teeth.

“Umm... I kinda wanna... fuck your ass,” Ken answered with a smirk, “Heh... I just can't get it out of my head?”

Her ass!?

Shit! He really was her gift! There was no way he'd know to target her ass! That was a spot she herself only recently learned of after she broke up with her boyfriend! A few nights of loneliness leads to exploration, and exploration leads to the knowledge that she kind of enjoyed anal.

But there's a difference between enjoying it with a toy alone, and enjoying it with someone else. And right now, his hot and hard cock resting between the crux of her ass, Whitney knew that he was going to fuck her, and there was no escape. She could either force him back and reveal the fact that she was hesitant to do something so new so suddenly... but she didn't want to give him the joy of watching her squirm. So...

“Tch, you wanna fuck my ass?” she muttered back, her teeth still clinched, “Okay then...” with a taunting sway, she shook her butt, “Do it then... if you dare.”

Oh, he dared. He dared a lot.

Whitney's ass may not have been the largest, but what it lacked in size, it more than made up for in shaped. Like a wonderfully sculpted peach, her backside was honed thanks to her many years of exercise. The clydesdale mare was someone who paid close attention to her body, and her ass was no exception.

Ken knew this, and he was going to take advantage of this!

His hand on his dick, the android slowly brought his steamy member forward, pressing the head of it against Whitney's tight entrance. Despite her attempts to remain strong, a shudder of anticipation was forced through her body nonetheless. His cock was so big and so hot, and now that wide domed head of his was beginning to press into her ass.

“Nnghh ~~~Haaahh~~~! F-fuck~” Whitney groaned, “Nngghh...! So fucking--” Puuuuussshh! “BIIIIIGGG ~~~! NGGGHH~~~!”

Inch by inch, Ken sank his cock into the mare's ass, his back arching as he moaned out to the bedroom around them. His mistress' tight sphincter was like a grip! It clinched around him and refused to let go! Even if he were to come to a halt right now, he was sure Whitney's asshole would drag him down through sheer force and possessiveness alone!

Pat!

Before his eyes, Ken's cock sank down into the mare's ass completely, his hips pressed against her firm, shapely butt. His mistress' mouth was in this sensual 'O' shape as her back arched off the bed and her eyes crossed. Fuck, this pleasure was so much! This wasn't some toy made of silicone! This was a real, honest cock! And it was fucking her!

Oh, no. Not yet. It was about to start fucking her.

Placing his hands down on her side and pinning her body beneath his, Ken pulled his hips back, and began thrusting back and forth.

PLAP! THAP! PAT! SLAP!

Those sordid sounds echoed throughout the bedroom, mixing with Ken's pants, and Whitney's grunts. Fuck! This was way different from using her toy! She had no control over how fast and how deep it shot into her ass, so she was completely at Ken's mercy. Every thrust separated her tight, anal walls, while its pulses and throbs triggering this quivering inside of her, and its heat made her melt.

“Fuck! Nnghh! So tight!” Ken moaned as he drove his hips in and out of Whitney's ass.

Each thrust was carving open her ass more and more, making it easier for him to slide inside. It also made Whitney into a melting, moaning, mess!

“So stronngg~! Aaahh~!” she roared out as the android made such sweet love to her anus, “Ngghh ~~~! Haaah~~! Haaahhaa~~~!”

PAT! PAT! THWAP! PAT!

“AAAAHHH~~~!”

Ken began picking up the pace, slamming his hips in and out of her butt with all the force he could muster! The bed began quaking, not because of his own strength, but because of Whitney's! Each time he pounded into her, the mare's body would bounce back into the bed, causing not only it to rattle, but the floor too! And when the floor felt that force, it caused objects in her bedroom to quake as well. This might cause them to get a noise complain... but that didn't stop Ken, or even slow him down.

That's a problem for the future.

PATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“FUUCK! AAAHHHH~~~!” Whitney roared, her body shuddering as she rolled over to the side.

Still slamming his dick deep into her ass, Ken reached his hand down to take complete control over her body. Grabbing one of her legs, he lifted it high int the air, flaunting both her limberness, and the beauty of her lower body. The toned abs on her stomach, the pink pussy, the blonde pubic hair, and of course, his long cock as it thrusted in and out of her tight anus; none of it was hidden from view!

And the thrusting was only getting stronger!

THWAPTHWAPTHAWPTHWAP!!!

“HAAH~! AAH~! AAAHHHNNN~~~!”

This beautiful, erotic, powerful clydesdale mare, was being pleasured by this android's cock! His body was a well-oiled machine (literally in this case), and he was thrusting into her so hard, so fast, that the force traveled through her body, making her breasts bounce and sway! The piston that was his cock pounded away the last vestiges of Whitney's anal defenses, forcing them to mold into the shape of his cock! He was claiming her asshole outright! There was but one thing left to do!

“Take it, Whitney! Hnnggh! Take all of my cum!” Ken shouted as his dick began to explode.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” she cried back, “Aaahh! Fuckiong do it! Cum in my ass! Nngghhh! AAH-HAAAAAH~~~!”

SQUIRRRRRRRTTT!!!

GLRRRKG! GRRRKG! GLLLRRRNNK!!!

Whitney's orgasm was like a fountain, shooting clear juices all over the bed in front of her. Ken meanwhile tanked the entire contents of his balls into her asshole, coating her walls white with seed. The two lovers' climaxes were just as glorious as one another, united in this frenetic rush of lewd, lust-fueled sex!

It seemed to go on for what felt like forever! The internal 'SPRRTTS!' and the 'GLRRRRKS!' of the android's anal cumshot, echoed loud enough to ring in their ears. And Whitney, well, her loud and raucous 'SQUIRRRRTTTS!!!' of her pussy somehow was loudest of all.

This erotic bliss they build themselves up to, came to an orgasmic crescendo all at once. Ken – groaning as sweat flowed off his body – slowly pulled back with his hips. His dick slid through every inch of the mare's anus, drawing panting moans from her lips before his cock slipped out with a lewd--

SHLOP! Smack!

Cum and sweat was flung about as his heated rod snapped out of her slightly gaping asshole. Rolling over on her chest, the clydesdale mare raised her hips, giggled too as she presented her butt and ass to her lover. The android's cum was thick and white, forming orbs of seed which slid out of her ass in rivulets.

Grope! Grab!

Even after he just got done fucking it thoroughly, Ken couldn't help but to idly knead and grope Whitney's perfect butt. He pushed in, sinking his fingers into her firm butt, before clinching the bottom and rolling it around. But his hands did not stay for long as she rolled over on her back. Resting her chin on her fingers, she shot her android a smirk, before gesturing towards herself with her other hand.

“You really... did a number on my ass,” she remarked, “Haaah... I'm still trembling,” Press, “Ah...?”

Whitney looked down. His cock was still hard. Shit. He was an android, or some sort of synthetic humanoid; not human. She had to keep reminding herself that. He didn't grow tired, didn't grow flaccid, didn't need to stop. He could keep going and going and going and going and going!

In the head of any sane individual, they'd know that this was a losing battle. She should just cut her losses, and ask for a break so she could get a bottle of water, or take a shower, or just relax.

But...

Whitney's inherent arrogance made it impossible for her to accept any wrongdoings. Admitting she was wrong was paramount to admitting defeat, and she'd never admit defeat. No matter how wrong she was, she'd convince herself she was right, and she'd work hard to convince everyone else of her correctness as well!

Maybe there's a good reason why her boyfriend broke up with her...

“Alright... come here!” she said as she put on a strong front, “I'll make this dick of yours go down if it kills me!”

She said it with confidence... but on the inside, her heart was racing. Trepidation and excitement both mixed together within her chest as she laid completely on her back and spread her legs. A grin appearing on his lips, Ken slowly crawled atop her, stopping only when their noses were a few inches away. Their eyes were locked on one another, not budging an inch. Even when he pushed forward with his thighs to brush his cock against her slick, toned folds, Whitney refused to look away.

She wasn't going down with a fight, he could bet on that!

Once, twice, thrice, Ken ground the head of his dick against Whitney's pussy. Even then, she did not break. Without his control or hers, he was able to angle his cock down with her tight entrance. Cum and pussy juices continued to soak it from before, making it glisten. It also made it so easy for him to push up with his hips, spreading the mare apart.

“Ngghh~ haaaah~”

His dick delved deep into Whitney, parting open her folds with each and every inch. Visible trembles raced through the mare's body and she gave a soft moan... but then her eyes grew sharp and tense. Reaching up, she grabbed a hold of Ken, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders to hold him close. She then wrapped her legs up and locked them around his waist, holding him into this possessive hold that made it almost impossible to move.

“Go ahead,” she whispered into his ear, her tone taunting, “Fuck me if you can.”

Ken grinned.

“Heh! You asked for it!”

There was no need to start off slow or passionate. No, no. With how her pussy gripped his cock, she told him through her body alone how she wanted it.

Hard and fast!

THWAP! PLAP! PAT! PLAP!

“AAAHH~! HAAAH~! FUCK! NNGGHH! KEEN~~! Y-YOUR DICK! NNGGHH!!! SO DEEP~!”

In and out, in and out, in and out, Ken rammed his cock into Whitney's tight pussy. Each thrust sent quakes through her body and the bed, and triggered jolts of pleasure that raced straight to the mare's brain. But she didn't break. Oh, how she wanted to lay there and just let him have his way with her, but she refused to lose this sexual competition.

Gripping Ken tighter with both her arms and legs, Whitney began tensing and clinching in with her pussy. Her tight, gripping cunt milked off his dick, making him fight if he wanted to pull his dick out. Android or not, he too felt pleasure as the mare's possessive pussy stroked along every inch of his cock, be it the domed tip or the throbbing hilt.

“Shit, Whitney! Nnnggh! You're gonna make me cum in your pussy soon!” Ken groaned as his pace grew quicker.

“Fuuucnk! Nngh~~~ I... haaah~ I'm gonna cum too~!”

“Alright! Nngghh! I'm really gonna start pounding at this tight cunt of yours! I'm gonna knock yhhou up!”

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

“OOOOH~! YESSSS! NNGGHH ~~~~! HAAAAH~!”

Just as Ken threatened, he began absolutely slamming his long, thick cock in and out of Whitney's pussy. Her sculpted ass clapped against his flat pelvis again and again and again, all while her legs gripped his waist tighter and tighter. She could feel his cock starting to grow larger and thicker too, ready to unleash the full contents of his balls! Just a few more slams and--

'HERE! TAKE IT YOU FUCKING SLUT!”

SPLORT! SPLURRRT! GLORRRP!

“GAAAHAHAAA ~~! FUCK! NNGGGHH~~~! KEEEEEENN!!!”

SQUUUUIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRTTTTT!!!

Ken's cock roared, taking the full contents of his balls right into his mistress tight pussy. In response, Whitney's pussy shuddered, twitched, and flowed with her own orgasm, matting down the mattress beneath their bodies with her slick feminine juices. Their combined scents mixed together and filled the air, while the android took one deep breath... aaaaaaah... and then slooooowwwwwlllyyy pulled his rigid cock out of her spent cunt.

Shlorp!

Cum was flung about by his retreat, reaching high enough to stain the mare's stomach. All the while, Ken smiled from cheek to cheek, a job well done.

Whitney on the other hand.

“Oh fuck... nnghh~”

Visible steam wafted off of the mare's body as she laid there, her mind struggling to reboot itself. Fuck, she was not expecting sex this intense tonight. But despite being reduced to such a quivering mass of tired flesh and fur, a smile spread out on Whitney's face. Yeah, that was fucking great. It was more than enough to make her forget all about her ex-boyfriend.

“Fuuuh...

There was just one slight problem.

“Um... Whitney...?”

“Wha...?”

Her eyes opened up... and she came face to face with Ken's throbbing cock.

Oh. Right. He didn't get tired, didn't grow flaccid, didn't get soft. He could keep going on all, night, long.

Well fuck! What the hell was wrong with him? Was he a sex toy or something like that? Well... in a way he was, wasn't he?

Ugggghh...

Now, there was an easy choice here. She could just tell him that they were done for the evening. He was her gift, so it's not like he could really force himself upon her... well, as far as she knew, anyway.

She could tell him that they were done, and that would be that.

But telling him she was done would admit defeat... and Whitney refused to ever admit any wrongdoing, no matter what. So...

“Shit... fine...” she said as she leaned up right, “Lay down on the bed. I'm on top this time!”

One of two things was gonna happen tonight. Either Whitney let go of her pride, or Ken somehow runs out of energy.

And Ken's an android, so...