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Checking his watch, the panther gave a soft grumble of complaint as the bus finally rattled to his stop - he was slightly late, the bus schedule delayed, but hopefully his date wouldn't mind. It wasn't his first time meeting her, they'd had a few nice coffees together, but this was their first proper... date. And he wasn't keen on fucking it up - the horse he was seeing was a rather delectable lady, gifted in all the right places, and hopefully he'd be seeing some more of those places after tonight.

But still, Silas was getting ahead of himself. Dressed in his favourite shirt, a nice jacket, slim fitting jeans that hugged to his thin form, some might have viewed him dressed a little casual for a date, but since she'd told him to dress as normal... Hopefully he wasn't showing up underdressed. He'd break into a brisk jog once off the bus, heading through the cold winter night towards the club she'd be meeting him at. Her recommendation, he didn't go clubbing often, but she was plenty cute enough to justify it.

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The horse, on the other hand, was grumbling softly as she lit up her cigarette, checking her phone for the time and leaning against the wall outside the club, feeling the deep bass of the music thrum through the wall and quake in her bones. A deep drag and a sigh, she'd click into her texts and start a question asking where the fuck he was - only to see the reassuring "Almost there!" midway through typing. Good enough.

The panther she was meeting was exactly her type - lovely and rakish, almost a little too thin, but well, for her tastes... That was exactly the body type she loved most. And a little too confident too, easy to lead on into a sense of security and trust as they flirt and tease - she only had to act a little blushy and bashful, and he'd always be caught line and sinker. It always felt a bit weird to go against her personality and her instincts, but it always led to such a lovely bit of prey to play with at the end of the date... And that was him coming up now - better put out the cig.

Silas, on the other hand, was treated to an ample view of a tempting monochrome horse - ample bust hugged by a tight fitting blouse, navy blue cardigan accentuating her sizable chest, her thick thighs hugged by jeans a size too small that made sure to give her plump ass a nice curve as she pulled away from the wall. Fuzzy, white-furred hooves clacked against stone pavement as she gave a warm smile and a wave - long, downy fur drifting in the wind from matching "sock" markings on her hands, the gentle winter breeze rustling her snow-white hair that cascaded around the shire horse's tri-tone snout. A white stripe across her lips and over the top of her snout, fading into black fur striping across her eyes and cheeks, then into the soft grey of the fur on her front. Her blue eyes accentuated by a cats-eye wingtip marking on her fur around them - almost like the makeup you'd find on humans. If it wouldn't be so much effort to do so, he would have sworn it was a purposeful effort to dye it - but given there was no change since he last met, it must be natural.

And while he was admiring her with a bit of a blank expression on his face, she'd approached with a worried look and gave a peck of a kiss on his cheek, brushing her hair behind her ear and jingling the gold hoop earrings she always wore - bringing him out of his stupor. He had a date to tend to, after all.

"Senn! You look absolutely stunning as always, you always make your beautiful looks so effortless looking," the honeyed compliment came, along with a return kiss on the lips and a warm hug, the plain white panther returning that warm smile. The horse would giggle bashfully and wink, grabbing his hand and pulling him forward to follow.

"Oh, shoo with your compliments, you. You're just trying to flatter me to make me forget you're ten minutes late," the teasing words came, the bouncer stepping aside to let them in with a knowing look towards Senn - something Silas missed, too enamoured with the way the horse's hips swayed and swished, silky white fur of her tail brushing back and forth over that plump, oh so tempting ass.

"Guilty as charged," he chuckled, letting himself be led in and guided over to the booth they'd reserved - nice and private, and a little quieter away from the pulsing of music. They'd teased and talked in text, and neither had any reserves about the purpose of this date... They knew where it was going, and the club was just the backdrop for the foreplay. Both would sit themselves down, Senn tapping on the tablet set in to the table to put in a couple drinks orders as she did - she came often, he knew, but it hinted at a certain regularity to her booth visits... one that he yet again missed.

"So how was the trip? I know you live a bit out in the boonies - oh, what do you want to drink?" Senn started, slipping in beside her night's partner and not wasting a moment to get nice and close.

"Mmm... Long island iced tea to start with I suppose, and one of whatever you're having? Bus timetable was delayed, which was why I was a little late, sorry,"

"Ooh, you sure you can handle my drinks, big boy? Yeah, the buses 'round here are as reliable as a land rover, s'why I told you to get here a bit early, silly,"

"Yeah, yeah, sorry! I didn't think they'd be that bad..."

Whilst they chatted, his hand wandered to her waist, helping slip off that jacket and leaving just the thin barrier of her blouse to drift his hand across - and that's what his digits did, gently brush over her soft, chubby sides and down her lower back, stroking her immaculately cared for tail and down, giving her rear a soft grope - digits easily sinking into that ample ass, raising a shy, timid nicker from the horse as she squirmed in her seat, eyes turning to question the cheeky cat next to her.

The cat in question, had a wide, teasing smile, quickly leaning in for a kiss flush to her lips, his other hand leaning in to caress the horse's broad cheek, feeling the heating warmth of her blush beneath the fur - which only served to widen his grin and spur on his advances as he made sure to slip the willing horse his tongue, curling it along hers and giving a soft, teasing purr that vibrated against her lips. The horse on the other hand, made sure to respond in kind as she knew he'd expect - a shiver against his teasing hands, a whimpering moan pushing from her throat. Even cutely widening her eyes as she heard the waitress drop the drinks at their table - start to speak - and then upon seeing the scene before her, scampering away to leave them in privacy, even as the cat moved to grope along her thigh.

That was a little much though, a little too quick - her hand quickly darting to gently guide his hand away from her crotch and pulling from the kiss with a soft, embarrassed cough.

"T-that... W-was very f-forward..."

"Mmm, I don't see you complaining, do I?"

"I-I..."

"Thought so," came a chuckle and a smile, and another peck on the lips before he'd take his drink and take an ample sip, "Anyhow... Let's get a little more tipsy before we continue our foreplay, for now, we left off at your family last time we got a coffee, right?"

"U-uh... Oh yeah!" Senn quickly responded - pretending to be embarrassed, switching the conversation away from it to escape her 'flustered' state. It was all very practiced, stuff she'd done dozens of times before... and it worked oh so very well. He was already in, hook, line and sinker, with that adorably cute confident smirk on his lips, imagining himself to be in full control of the conversation and her mood. It was super hard to suppress her smirk, squirming in her seat from excitement - giving a shiver as she felt her urges come on. Down, girl.

"Well?" Silas pushed, grinning a little wider, imagining the horse to be too flustered to respond, "Cat got your tongue?"

"Cat got my -" she paused, before giggling and shaking her head at the corny joke, taking her own drink and taking a confident swig - gaining a look of surprise from the panther before she continued, "Well, we were talking about my family owning a medical company, right? We're, uh... One of those experimental drug companies. Research and all that. We research various solutions and remedies for discerning members of our society to explore and further their, um..."

"Their what?"

"... Well, uh. Their bedtime activities," came the 'embarrassed' response.

"Their bedtime activities, what do you mea- Oh. One of those companies..."

"Um... Yeah. I'm, uh, adopted into that family, actually, but they're super kind and raised me very nicely," she gave a soft, wry smile, squirming in her seat as she spoke, avoiding eye contact as appropriate with the curious, probing eyes matching hers.

"Huh. So is that why you've got such lovely looking tits and a killer ass to match?"

She almost choked on her drink at that - and genuinely. A loud snicker was the cat's response, winking and taking a long drink of his own - finishing it up and switching to the next - the duplicate of Senn's drink, which was rather surprisingly alcoholic which he didn't quite expect. At least they'd be getting drunk nice and quick. Still, he'd quickly continue on, knowing it'd be rather mean to expect her to respond to that bombshell.

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't resist - besides, I can tell this ass is all your own doing, given what I feel here," his prying digits would give another squeeze as the alcohol started to take hold in both their systems, loosening his prohibitions... He was already pretty aroused, but he was good at keeping it down until he intended to use it, "Which company though? I know another girl in a similar situation, actually, but she's more the black sheep of that family."

"G-glad you like it so much... Hopefully you'll enjoy it more later," she gave her bashful giggle and smile, fidgeting in her seat to wrap him around her finger just that little bit more, "Alexandria Welch and Co - my full name is O'Senn Welch, which, without the middle name, doesn't quite flow as well, but... We do have a black sheep in the family, she's not quite as, well... I won't spoil the night talking about her."

"Huh... That so?" Silas would give a blink of surprise - he actually knew the 'black sheep' the lady in front of her was speaking about, but when he'd heard about her family members, Nicola had never spoken in kind words about any of them. All of them tricksters, selfish, profit oriented... But this lady was nothing like that. Maybe she was wrong? Regardless, he'd continue, "Hm... That mean we'll have plenty of things for me to make use of to spice up our fun then, how delightful~"

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A good amount of time later, Silas would stagger in to the lady's apartment, holding up her thick, drunk, chubby self as the dishevelled pair would make their way through to the sizeable living room pad - depositing her on the couch with a groan from the horse in question, who was already half undressed... She'd started unbuttoning her blouse the moment they got into the apartment complex, revealing the plump, grey belly and breasts that barely fit into her bra, the horse oh so tempting as she lay sprawled out, legs spread, undoing her clothes and stripping herself down... He could only match, tossing off his jacket and pulling off his shirt, laying over her body as he'd undo his jeans, /finally/ letting his cock push out and grow to full mast against her, grinding and groaning with need, moving his lips up to her ear and moaning into it as his foot long shaft pushed and rubbed - lined with the familiar feline barbs you'd expect, along with an uncharacteristic knot you'd usually find on a canine... He had a few odd genes inside him, with a hyper back in his lineage it gave him some lovely... quirks.

"Mmmm... You deliciously tempting thing, I hope you're ready to get railed nice and hard... Where can I find those enhancers you were talking about?"

"A-ah... L-look... I-In the cabinet drawer, over there..." She'd point, shivering underneath his body, still keeping on to the façade... Just a little longer.

He'd look behind him, nodding and standing back up, staggering over and shoving his pants off on the way, leaving himself fully bare, with his thin and sinewy body on full show - his body shape making his shaft look all the more larger on his frame, along with his sizeable orbs swelling with production and swaying beneath his legs. In to the drawer his hands went, finding packets of pills, injections, patches, toys, all sorts, with the cabinet swaying open to find... Very large sex toys, even larger than himself, which widened his gaze in surprise as his eyes drifted down. Truly hyper proportions, some as large as the horse's leg, and -

"F-fuck... You know how long I've had to hold myself back while your slutty fucking body sat there groping and tempting me? God, it was so hard to stop myself just pinning you down in that booth and letting myself go, railing your mewling little body and rutting your silly brain in to putty..." a groaning, deep, feminine voice much unlike the soft, melodic tone of her date vibrated in to his ears, with alcohol-stained breath brushing over his cheek, and with thick arms wrapping around his waist, familiar white sock markings with long, silky fur flowing up the chubby but toned forearms, he could only give a shudder and a questioning 'mew'.

And that's all it took for her to shudder and thrust, grinding forward and pushing a positively massive flared horsecock up against his back, a thick medial ring pushing against his flesh midway up the length, bulging veins felt grinding and pushing over his short, soft fur... He whimpered softly with wide, stunned eyes - he could feel it still firming, hardening up against him, going two foot, three, the flare brushing over the back of his head and poking up against the horse's chin as she nibbled on his ear. She'd whip him around, finally getting him his first look at her.

She was still just as temptingly ravishing as ever - thick thighs, ample ass, huge melons swaying from her chest, her beautiful face made all the more tempting by her panting, her flushed cheeks, her need in her expression and her voice... But this time, there was this huge rod pushing from a grey-furred sheath, cock at full mast with huge orbs squishing in to the chubby flesh of her thighs... A mass of splotchy black and pink, mottled cockflesh with thick, branching veins running all the way up - it was jutting from her crotch, pushing her breasts apart with it's thickness with one of her hands moving to stroke and stabilise it, large enough to reach up to her lips... And she was a tall horse. 6 foot 4, a bit taller than himself, with that mast of cock being at least three of those feet on its own. Her predatory gaze bore down on him, staring with lust, panting heavily... but she paused, flashing a grin and sliding her hand all the way up that thick cumtube lining the underside of her member, along the section of black cockflesh and tracing up where the flesh mottled and splotched into pink, further and further... all the way up to the flare, while her other hand moved to squeeze one of her ample F cup breasts against her mast.

And then she gave her shaft's tip a long, noisy slurp with her tongue - thick and wide, long enough to curl around it and slather all around that huge flare... She was as thick as one of her sizeable thighs both at the flare and the base, though she did get a little less wide past the medial ring... It was enough to make him shudder at the sight of her, slurping and slathering over her own cock, stroking herself and kneading her breast around it.

And then he got a faceful of precum along with a needy whinny accompanying it. It was enough to soak his muzzle, thick and slimy and hot, almost steaming as it trickled down his fur and his neck - and making sure to give him an ample shock of her musk straight from the source, which she'd make even more potent as she grabbed his head and pushed it forward, making him push his now slimy muzzle against the throbbing pillar of meat she presented him with. Grinding, moaning, she'd finally speak again.

"Mmm... God, that fucking expression is always so fucking hot.... You horny fuckers always come here expecting to rail my fat fucking ass, bulge my stomach and fill me to the brim with seed, take advantage of my drugs to increase your size and keep going... And then every time, when I show you what I've got planned for you, what I'm going to do to you for the next week until I'm satisfied with my latest little fucktoy, you either go silent with shock or start struggling and whimpering and begging... Eithers just fine, but see, that look, that shivering, that - Nnnh, FUCK! S-stop fucking looking at me like t-that!" she'd almost roar it out, her eyes meeting those wide, trembling orbs set in the panthers skull, unable to help but slam her hips forward and pin him up against the wall, grinding forward, rubbing her huge rod of meat up and down his whole torso and muzzle, shivering and snarling as her hands dug themselves in to the wall, "S-so fucking tempting, shit, I want to fucking ruin that slutty fucking ass so bad, but I can't break you too quick, I need you to be good for my entire week so-"

"P-please, fuck me,"

"... Huh?"

"I said fuck me," came the panther's response, shuddering against her, groaning with need and giving a soft whimper of desire, "Y-you said you want to ruin me, so... I'm telling you I want it."

"Didn't... Didn't you hear me? I told you I'm going to be using your slutty body for a whole week, don't bullshit me and tell me you actually want this given you were oh, so confident taunting and teasing me all fucking night," she snarled in response, stomping her hooves in barely restrained lust - shaking the floors, rutting her hips forward again with another spray of thick, hot precum - even more productive than the first, the hot gush of cum hitting the roof in its force, "You little cocktease, if this is some fucking ploy to try and trick me so you can escape, I want you to know there's no fucking chance, you're not -"

"It's not a ploy. W-What, are you getting cold feet because I look too thin for you? T-too scared to actually do what you're saying, b-because I'm telling you I want to be yours for this whole week. F-fuck, I'll be yours for the m-month if you want me to be, t-this is even b-better than I h-hoped, y-you can do whatever you want with me!" Silas practically spit the words back out, wrapping his arms around the shaft pinning him to the wall and rubbing himself up against it, grinding his shaft over it and giving long, pining moans of pure lust as he can't help but drag his tongue up and down, tasting that salty nectar that gushed down the sides, pouring over his head and splattering over the wall, filling the room with stinking musk.

Senn, on the other hand, took a couple moments to process this development. Usually she'd need to force her victims, and that'd mean she could only keep them for so long before the bribes to get people to look the other way got too much, but this cat... This fucking cat...

"W-what, do you need me to tell you more? Do you need me to tell you each and every thing I find hot about you? What I'm willing to let you do, what I want you to - No, what I NEED you to do? B-because fuck, I will if it gets you to use this huge dick on me, f-fuck! You smell so good, y-you taste delicious, a-and you're the hottest thing I-I've ever fucking seen! I d-don't care what drugs we use or what kinks we do, u-use me for every need you've ever had for all I care, y-"

"S-STOP! FUCKING SPEAKING!" came the roar, unable to hold back with her rutting her hips forward up against him - with enough force to make his bones creak, compressing his lungs and making him give a squeal of pain - which, in turn, also got a gush of the cat's own preseed to come, rather ample itself even if it was only a drop compared to the productiveness of the competing horse. Thick hands grabbed on to thin shoulders, digging in, making bones creak and stilling that squirming body that made her cock a leaking river, her shuddering breath trying its best to calm down, "G-GOD. Y-you... You- You know what you're saying, right? Anything I want? For as long as I want? Because I'm not going to let you go until I'm satisfied, so this is your last chance to back out, because fuck... It's taking every fucking ounce of my being to not-"

"How many times do I have to tell you, Senn?! F-fuck me, I've heard what your company does, what you experiment with, I hear rumours that some people are getting their literal b-brains fucked out thanks to your company's trials! F-fucking RUIN ME ALREADY!"

And that's all it took.

A hand dug into the pill draw next to her, grabbing and popping a couple in to her own mouth, before grabbing a few different ones and shoving thick digits down the cat's throat, forcing him to gag and choke around three thick fingers until he struggled to swallow them down. Worn hands would shove the panther down to his knees afterwards, keeping those digits inside his mouth, before /ramming/ down, watching the panther's jaw dislocate and stretch like a snake's - warping almost grotesquely as a balled up fist stretched out the neck of the cat, bulging in his throat, making Senn groan as she watched and toyed with it - unable to help but leaning forward, pushing down, sinking her forearm further into the hot, slick, gagging throat that convulsed and squeezed around it. He didn't struggle, letting himself sit on his knees as his cock sprayed his own mess into the stinking pool on the hardwood floor, watching that arm disappear down his throat up to the elbow, fingers stretching and splaying inside his warm insides, maw stretching further as he was forced up the thick forearm... He could feel it in his stomach now, watching her flex her bicep to tense the muscle thicker in his jaw and watch his neck bulge even further - twisting and bending her forearm and wrist, staring at his stomach, watching a sizeable imprint of her hand strain the flesh of his belly... And watching that tight, thin frame hug it oh so perfectly, able to see the frame of individual fingers as she just can't help herself.

"G-god damn... I k-knew you were perfect for me when I s-saw you, but still..."

At that point, he felt the weirdest sensation he'd ever felt - his drum-tight skin brushing against his cock, and then being wrapped around it, along with the hand it hugged - her hand moving to give his shaft a long, hard grope and a single stroke through his own flesh, watching the horse shudder and groan, before pulling her hand back oh so slowly and letting go - enraptured, watching the bulge slowly disappear and creep back up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart in his chest as his oesophagus stretched and compresses his organs, watching her hand outlined in his neck... and pausing, shuddering, unable to help but twist her hand around, splaying her fingers, and "wrapping" her hand around his neck from the inside, straining the flesh in ways it certainly wasn't meant to do. Her hand moved to touch and feel her hand through the twitching, straining throat - ignoring the continued choking and writhing of the cat as all of this clearly put him in significant pain - which only seemed to make him more productive. He'd continue thrusting his hips, jerking up and down, already having came once when she wrapped his own skin around his shaft - his own spray hitting the ceiling briefly, one of the pills having upped his production enough to make his force just as ample as hers - but just as hard as he started. And then she yanked back, leaving him gasping, panting and groaning,

"F-fuck... Y-You weren't fucking joking when you told me I c-could do anything to y-you, y-you goddamn slut... F-fine, since I'm going to make you a bloated mess today, Y-You can have more of a fucking d-drink -" she hissed out, grabbing back on to his head and using his still gaping jaw to guide her thigh-thick flare against his lips - grinding and pushing, groaning needily, watching him gag and his throat bloat with a spray of preseed that came shooting back out his nose along with down his stomach... before giving a firm rut of his hips, pinning his head against the wall and popping her flare and whole tip into his maw. She'd grind it all the way in to the back of his throat, shuddering and licking her lips, rubbing her crotch above her shaft and giving another needy groan, "F-fuck... Y-You know the saying about how horses piss like a firehose - be glad gave you something so you can handle a hyper one..."

It didn't take long for him to see it - the 3 foot long shaft jutting from her hips and filling his view jumping and yanking on his jaw, before bloating visibly along the cumvein, working rapidly along that sizeable length... And then /gushing/ into him, making him gag and choke and writhe as his throat started to be used as a simple toilet. His throat /bulged/ oh so tightly, just as wide as it was with her arm inside it, with a good portion of liquid spraying back up and out his nose and over her shaft - not that she seemed to care. Senn let out blissful whinnies as she let go into her toy - hot, acrid piss gushing down his throat, able to see his stomach bloating immediately and hear his stomach gurgling and churning as it was already stuffed far too full. She'd watch it strain over his thighs, grinning widely - her bodily modifications were oh, so useful for torturing her delightful toys, and since he'd willingly choked down her drugs, she could expect the results... Right about...

Silas, on the other hand, was feeling rather different sensations. The piss being poured into him felt hot - too hot, almost scalding in heat inside him, making him writhe and scream - gurgling around the liquid contents of his throat. And he could feel that tightness, and weird shifting inside his body - inside his guts, and inside his head. The weird changing, he couldn't quite focus on, but the tightness? His taut, white-furred belly was quickly squishing over his thighs larger than four of the horse's huge breasts put together, And it had nowhere to go, he knew - he was partially hyper, so he could stretch much further than most, but this productiveness was litres more than she should have, and she showed no sign of stopping. His hands started pawing at the shaft pinning him in panic - he was willing to go through her fetishes, but he didn't expect popping to be on the cards! Though, as he thought about it, a pleasured shudder ran through his body - the idea appealed to him more than it should have, and knowing the procedures she could put him through, if the rumours were true...

A hand grabbed onto both of his wrists and yanked with a groan, pulling them away from the pillar of cockflesh with a hiss and a shudder, licking her liips and grinning.

"Shhhh... Don't worry just let it happen, it won't be much longer. You should feel it coming up now..."

And that feeling... His eyes widened, his whole body shuddering and squirming as all at once he could feel it... breaching, his already full bladder starting to swell and his guts starting to be stretched and bloated from the other direction. His thick sprays of precum couldn't help but be replaced as he rutted his hips forward, his own cumtube bloating with piss that wasn't his own - the stench already staining his nose as it continually backed up and sprayed from his nostrils, but making sure to add to the stinking mix of depravity in the room even faster. He could feel it winding through his empty intestines, making for an even more swollen look in his lower belly - with odd, winding, snakelike bulges imprinting in his skin. And even stranger, he'd feel the backing up in his nose start pushing up further, through alternative paths - his eyes trembling as from the corner of his eyes he started feeling the sting of scalding, foul liquid that streamed down his cheeks. Even his ears, after a twitch and a flick and a loud, bubbling, gurgling sound filled his ears... He'd start gushing from those too, a depraved fountain of piss made of him as the horse groaned and grinned at the foul, twisted sight of her toy already made so disgracefully 'broken'.

Her flow wasn't infinite however, and it started to peter out soon after - her grinding her hips forward briefly before popping it out, making sure to give the last spray as a good hosing up and down his body, coating him in both the stink of her preseed and her piss. His belly so swollen that through his soft fur, it was almost somewhat translucent, giving a sight of the deep amber swelling inside him, as finally he felt it start gushing out his other end, pouring over his tail.

"F-fuck, that's a good sight... N-needed to make sure that pill worked before I start filling you with cum, always wanted to make a disgusting cum fountain of my toys... I'll need to give my compliments to the lab..." She shuddered and gave her shaft a long, firm caress, letting the spray gush directly into her mouth - gulping it down in front of her toy, Silas letting out a gurgling whimper as he did his best to swallow it down and take a breath... Although he no longer felt the need to breathe, he noted. Seeing his confusion, Senn flashed him a grin before crouching down, picking up his bloated form and laying him down in the mess of mixed seed and piss, resting her shaft on the slick, gurgling stomach he now sported, "Don't worry... All of these pills have gone through their initial trial phases, so they all definitely work... You won't need to breathe all that much for a while, we'll have a good eight hours before it wears off... Now, I want to see my dick nicely outlined in your slutty body, so we're going to need to empty you now... Ready~?"

His eyes widened, but he knew he had no choice in the matter - he could only gulp and nod, opening his mouth wide in anticipation, letting himself gag up mouthfuls of her foul 'gift'. She responded by laying her body over his and letting herself crush him, grinding her cock into the hot, oversized belly presented to her, sinking her shaft into the living waterbed... Or, well, more of a piss-bed at that point.

The pressure made things even worse than when she was using him for letting go - her weight and size crushing him, forcing all of that liquid to find absolutely ANY way out of him. He felt his cock stretch and strain, gushing against the horse's thighs and between them, hosing down furniture and walls and raining on the both of them. He felt his guts bloat further and piss race through them, straining his tailhole from the inside. And worst of all, he felt it scalding over his tongue, over his nose, and practically GUSHING from his eyes and ears - stretching those pathways that shouldn't be there inside him, stretching his ear canals wide and making even those like a small, thin hose of the stuff - with the horse leaning down to kiss him on the lips, staring at the filthy sight and gulping down her own piss, feeling it scald her tastebuds and make her stomach twist and turn at the foulness - god, she loved the sheer depravity of it all. The debauchery, it all just... It was almost enough to just cum there and then, but she shuddered and held herself back, stopping her thrusting and keeping herself on the edge, spraying precum like she herself was a hose of the stuff.

With her on top of him, it didn't take long for Silas to drain almost entirely - leaving the both of them soaked with her urine, his previously pristine white fur stained a deep amber-yellow along with the horse's hair and the parts of her coat snowy white. He got a new painting of off-white rather quickly from her shaft - pulsing, throbbing and leaking continually up between their faces, and with her on top, it was all destined to gush directly over his muzzle. He couldn't even speak - barely able to groan and pant as Senn raised her hips, grabbing on to her huge spire with both hands and pulling back - her knees hiking his up, that pulsing flare eagerly twitching, giving a nice spray along every inch of his body... And he didn't even have the energy to say anything - watching with enraptured eyes as a cock almost as wide as himself lined up against his gaping hole, as thick hands wrapped around his thighs, and as a messy, depraved, sadistic horse gave a whinny and a rut of her hips.

That, on the other hand, made him much, much noisier.

Screams of pain, pleasure and strain vibrated through the apartment - punctuated by moans and nickers of bliss as she felt bones stretch like rubber and shift aside, his pelvis being warped to her needs as her flare caved in his rear - before popping inside, sinking into velvety, glove-tight innards. And at that point? She'd held back long enough.

Her hands slammed down on his shoulders and her legs spread apart, giving a throaty snarl and rumble from her chest as she just started RUTTING into the poor cat's unprepared guts. The thigh wide cock just pounded into his innards, the flare catching and yanking inside his guts each time she pulled back, and the stretchy, velvety insides being stretched, strained and rearranged inside him on each thrust. Inches more were forced inside on every thrust, punctuated by a squeal or a scream each and every time - a hand wrapping around the bulge in the panther's middle, squeezing on the flare, kneading the thick veins that throbbed inside still tight skin making for another oh, so tight surface to thrust up against. It didn't even take long for her to feel his ribs straining, stretching, fucking his guts upward and rearranging them up inside him, with ribs popping and creaking as the flare rubbed up over each and every one.

"F-fuck! Y-you're just as good as I thought you were going to be, y-you're a perfect toy! I'm going to g-goddamn break your body and your mind until all you can t-think of is my smell, my taste, my body, my d-dick- Mmmh!"

All of this, and he could feel her precum - just as hot, but much, much thicker than her piss, working into his guts as they were strained, rearranged, yanked out of position and stretched like he was a simple condom. Maybe he was just a condom to her.

"S-slutty f-fucking fucktoy, g-god! You're so fucking t-tight, y-you're like a a squirming little condom that I know t-that won't break no matter what I d-do to it!" she snarled into his ear, before biting down on his shoulder, rumbling deeply as her blunt teeth dug in - her words confirming his depraved thoughts, making him writhe around her spire... And finding he could barely move, her cock keeping his whole body rigid, pulsing inside him, working his lungs and forcing his organs aside as she gave bestial thrusts into his ribcage, bulging almost all the way up to his collarbone. He could even feel another pop in his pelvis and hips as that thick medial ring popped in - telling him he was only a foot from the base as he choked, gagged, screamed, yowled - claws raking the floor, his prostate crushed flat, his body stuck In perpetual, rapturous orgasm that rippled through his body, made his own shaft pulse and throb as it was crushed between her body and his. She was practically crushing him against the floor at this point as she fucked, losing herself to primal, bestial pleasure - licking and slurping the stretched, slick flesh as it pushed up alongside her face each and every time.

And all of this, he had to watch. Feel. Feel his innards clinging to his shaft with each rut through him, almost being pulled inside out each time she pulled back - the gurgling of seed working through his bloated guts, filling his belly, scalding his innards. Each spray of seed bursting from her tip, each pulse of her shaft feeling stronger than his own heart. Just being used as a depraved cocksock to hammer in to, her hips crushing his own, his legs forced apart from her sheer size. Knowing that if she wanted to, if she worked his body just right, she could impale him on her shaft from base to tip, forced to watch her spray and gush like he's just a warmer for her spire. Made to feel her licking and slurping over her own shaft through his skin, looking through him like he's not even there...

His mind was so wrapped up in his fantasies, he didn't even notice her thrusts speeding up - harder, faster, hammering him into the floor, slamming her hips down so hard she could feel a floorboard crack under her hoof. She'd yank him up by his legs and grab him by his hips for extra leverage, her soaked fur not only dripping with piss and preseed but sweat soaking through her fur from exertion, her mouth open wide to pant and snarl and whinny in her mindless, sex-fuelled rut. This'd do for the first round - she had stamina, and if he thought he was getting out after just one... Her mind was already spinning through positions to try, things to do - all the depraved things she was going to get done to him by morning.

And that was enough.

She let out an ear splitting neigh and RAMMED her hips downward, ripping his body upwards by his hips and ramming him flush to her crotch - grinding even the extra swell of her sheath into his entrance as she closed her eyes in satisfied release.

He on the other hand, was forced to watch everything - feeling as if it was happening in slow motion. He felt, and saw that thick flare swelling even wider inside his straining skin - meant to make sure no seed would work back past that flare almost as thick as the horse's waist herself. And then the jet of cum working through her spire, straining his guts further, letting him know just how productive her drugs were making her... He could even see her writhing and trembling from the strain of having her cumtube stretch so wide, he thought.

And once that load burst inside him, he was forced to see the spray of seed bulging his own flesh from the force - before time all felt like it sped up, and he felt oh, so full. Unloading gallon after gallon of steaming, bubbling seed into his body, even more viscous and dense than her precum, gurgling and winding back down his rearranged and warped innards. Bloating his belly all too fast and making him feel his bladder breached yet again - shuddering and yowling in bliss-filled, masochistic pain as his own spire stretched oh too far with much too hot liquid that wasn't his own, forced to 'cum' the horse's load back out. And then gurgling, choking, his throat filling and his vocal pathways being blocked, as the horse opened her eyes to watch her fountain gush, sitting back and letting the spectacle edge her even further - her twin, basketball sized cum factories churning and working to supply.

His mouth gaped open, throat bloating and barely recovered jaw straining to let powerful geysers of hot, dense seed fly - splattering back over himself in thick, sticky coatings and rapidly repeating, giving him no time to make sounds but gurgles, sloshes and gargles. The abundant seed didn't take long to start spraying from his nostrils, either, but took a good while for her impatient, groaning self to see the results start glopping from his eyes - wide and trembling, watching thick ropes of seed spray either side of his vision, pouring down his cheeks, having to rapidly blink and shake his head to see at all - making even more of a mess. His ears were last, hearing that gloopy, almost glue-like seed gurgling inside his skull, stretching inside in ways that felt entirely unnatural, perverse, and way too good - before making sure he could barely hear anything but the sounds of her cum sloshing through him, or feel her shaft pulsing and pumping inside him.

And as he was starting to see a tend in, she couldn't help but lean down and 'sample' from the bountiful fountain of her own virility, slathering her tongue along his muzzle and face, slathering over an eye with a needy groan - before giving him a wide grin, lips moving in something he had no chance of understanding even if he could hear with his senses so overloaded - and moving her lips to an ear. The gurgling in that ear was soon joined by the slurping and shlicking sounds of her tongue driving into his stretched ear, taking the time to work her thick, flexible tongue down his ear and drinking her own seed, groaning directly against his skull, moaning and speaking unintelligible words.

Which was a step too much stimulation for him to handle - his eyes rolling back into his head, consciousness slipping from his body as she continued to make use of her leaky, broken condom to empty into and toy with.