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And he would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for the insomnia of that one guard. A gasp, some awkward eye contact, and then a damning shout, and Olli officially had a witness. He got away from the keep with his sack of jewels, but a semblance of his face was all over wanted posters around the city. He was never going to be able to pass by those gates again safely, until he cleared his name at least. That wasn’t going to be easy when he was still carrying his haul with him, with no intention of giving it up. At least he’d managed to make it out into the wilderness. It got tenuous at times, but despite his mistake, the slim shark-dragon had a talent for keeping out of sight. He could finally breathe a little. Aside from the usual dangers out in the grasslands - the wildlife, and the occasional roaming bandits - he was in one of the safer parts of the world. He just had to make sure to avoid the roads, where patrols regularly passed by. Maybe there was life for him in another kingdom, where they wouldn’t care how he’d amassed his small fortune. Shunk. It was a sound not unlike an arrow’s impact, except much smaller. Olli found himself glancing around, barely noticing it. He hadn’t felt anything, but in his shuffling he finally spotted the small arrow - more of a dart, really - embedded in his upper arm. Even if he acted quickly to pull it out as soon as he was aware of it, it was too late. He could feel something being injected into him, some strange and possibly magical substance by the way it tingled. It didn’t feel toxic, at least. He wasn’t about to drop dead on the grass. Instead, he found himself getting closer to the ground itself. At first, he thought he was falling. But it was more like he was sinking. The dirt beneath his boots seemed solid enough even still, though his footwear itself wasn’t fitting all that well anymore. It seemed to loosen from his feet, only to tighten back up again, and the rest of his clothing followed suit, following the shape of his body in a way he couldn’t fully explain. Confused, he gave a look out over the horizon. They were barely visible in the distance, but if he squinted through the setting sun he could just barely spot the silhouette of a horse and rider standing atop a hill. The rider was holding some sort of device - perhaps some sort of complex crossbow or magic wand - which he folded up and put away when he saw he’d landed his long-distance shot. Then the two figures made their approach. He recognized them by their outline, even from afar. The white-haired panther was Naveen, a figure of considerable renown, known for his skills in tracking down quarry of any sort, monster or man. Together with his loyal steed, Jackson - a draft horse equal in looks and cleverness - they were an unstoppable team. If they were on his trail, Olli hardly stood a chance. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. The only thing he could think to do was run. Instead, he tripped over himself, feeling especially weighed down by his feathered hat all of a sudden. By the time he hit the ground, that cap was big enough to cover his entire body, leaving him trapped beneath it on the grass. The rest of his clothes were still his size, but he had to fight just to free himself from beneath that one extra accessory, lest he be imprisoned beneath it forever. All the while, the tremors in the dirt announced the approach of the stallion. What was the point of a dart that made only his hat grow? Such a strange magic, he found himself thinking as he battled into the open air once more and emerged into a forest that had once been mere blades of softly-trampled grass. He weaved in and out of those long strands, lost in the encroaching darkness, seemingly miles from what had only been a few steps away before that dart hit him. Even when he managed to struggle out from under his hat, could hardly see the sky for the foliage that had suddenly sprung up around him. In his panic, he didn’t fully put together what had happened when he was too focused on getting as far away from his attackers as possible. They were much faster than him. A glance back through the forest of grass and Olli got a better look at his pursuers. A handsome, and at the same time undeniably pretty panther with a slim, feminine build sat atop a horse every bit as attractive as him. The stallion wore an intelligent expression, tipping his head this way and that, scanning for the shrunken shark. He was an especially large fellow, bulky and powerful even from a normal perspective. From Olli’s, he might as well have been a god. Certainly the ground shook beneath every fall of his hooves, leaving the shark off-balance as he scrambled. It would have been so easy to end up stomped flat if he wasn’t careful. Getting away clearly wasn’t going to be an option. The only thing Olli could do was hide, and hope his shrunken outfit served as suitable camouflage. It was getting dark out there. The feline’s eyes glowed in the diminishing sunlight, scanning through the grass. That wasn’t going to be a problem for him. Maybe getting caught was a better outcome than being stuck out there alone, with a pair of tiny legs that would have never carried him to safety in time to keep from passing out from exhaustion or thirst. Olli took a deep breath, and held it, trying to decide what he was going to do. That one breath alone left Olli’s nose filled with a distinct stallion musk. It was amplified at his size, leaving him with the temptation to look up as it went dark. The horse took a position standing directly above the shrunken shark, leaving Olli to slowly, cautiously tip his head back just to get a glimpse of that impressive undercarriage. Of course his eyes were soon upon the source of the scent he sampled. That heavy sheath and those truly enormous stallion nuts were even more imposing from his perspective. Especially when the cock within the former began to drop free, steaming once it was partly exposed to the cool night air. Olli simply had to take another breath before long, but he made sure not to gasp too loudly. That resulted in him getting an even more potent lungful of the stallion’s scent. Oh, it was absolutely worth salivating over. He bit his lip with the effort to keep from moaning out loud. His shrunken clothes suddenly felt like they were shrinking even more. He had to stay silent, had to keep from crying for help, even as he saw that shaft not just unsheathing, but starting to fill out. Just what was that horse so excited about? He was swelling to a full, massive, solid erection right above Olli’s head, and the shark was far too frightened to even think of moving. At his size, it was looming far above him even still, but it had a certain mesmerizing quality that had him staring, unable to look anywhere else. A slow, subtle dip of the stallion’s haunches didn’t go unnoticed by his rider, but it wasn’t worth commenting on. It was a small motion, but everything to Olli. He was inches away from that cock with that. The air. The heat. The slowly dripping bead of precum that had already formed on the big horse’s flared tip. It was too much. That stud was hot and horny for him. He knew exactly what he was doing, and Olli simply couldn’t will himself to get away in time. That blunt flare dipped down, touched against his face, and caught him. He felt the slit catch him by the snout and outstretched arm and clench. It continued kneading, drawing him towards that heavy shaft, plucking him right up off the grass with ease, leaving him to dangle and struggle, unsure what he possibly could have done to save himself. Either he kept silent and continued struggling, or he cried out for help even knowing he was unlikely to find any. --- “And what do you see?” the panther said, his voice resonating from up above. “Seems our prey has eluded us for the time being.” “Not much. But he won’t get far. Give it a moment. Listen for him.” The stallion’s well-spoken reply didn’t come as much of a surprise to Olli. He had recognized that wise look in the quad’s eyes even from his shrunken perspective. As for whether they really meant what they said, and Olli had managed to elude their notice, he doubted it. He could sense a certain degree of teasing in their tone, especially as the horse’s heavy cock flexed all the more tightly around his catch. If Naveen truly was listening carefully, he would have heard the slightest gasp or whimper from the shrunken shark he was hunting. Maybe it was best to take his chances with the horse himself. Whatever the optimal course of action may have been, Olli’s hesitation made the decision for him. One more good, solid, audibly squelching flex of that stiff stallion shaft dragged him in all the deeper, overtaking his face and then his entire head. The pressure overtaking him was overwhelming enough, and the scent that hit his face left his senses instantly drenched and dulled. He recoiled but had nowhere to go. His mind melted a little on the spot when he sucked down that potent blast of pure pheromones with his every gasp. At regular size it was no doubt potent, but shrunken down like that, Olli’s every single thought went silent for several seconds as he struggled to figure out how to even process that much incredible musk. His stunned state left him vulnerable to further clenches. He didn’t even struggle as Jackson casually righted himself, standing up straight once more to leave his prey vanishing down his shaft with ease. All it took was the powerful inner contractions squishing the soon-slathered shark into that hungry cock, and Olli could do nothing about it. At least he remembered to kick his legs a little once he got some semblance of his senses back. The effort felt especially fatiguing when his handsome, roguish outfit was already soaked through and stuck to his body with the sheer saturation of precum leaking from the ravenous stallion shaft swallowing him whole. He was quickly exhausted, and only inching deeper. Bulging beneath the veiny length of that huge, solid meat, Olli managed a few more kicks before he simply had to rest. The strain was too much, and the heat around him left him in danger of passing out. The warmer evening had the stallion sweating a little as he lightly exerted himself, glistening in the first glimmers of moonlight. He gave no more than a soft puff of pleasure, betraying nothing more of his indulgence while he slurped the shark’s boots away along with the rest of him. Surely Naveen caught a note of that distinctly unsubtle schlurp that came with Olli feeling the very last of the outside world slipping away. He made no sign of it if so. Jackson’s cock gave a nice fat flare, going extra rigid when Olli was fully sealed inside of him. The shark was swiftly surrounded from all sides by the powerful kneading inner grip that kept him so possessively in place. At times the horse merely squeezed on him, flexing and relaxing in a steady rhythm to snugly hug around each and every detail of his captive’s small body, highlighting them beneath the mottled flesh of his dangerous shaft. When he was especially firm with those squeezes, Olli couldn’t breathe at all, left to desperately gasp when he got the chance, even if it meant refilling his lungs with the especially humid, stud-scented air and the richly flowing juices around him. Other times, Jackson took more. He pulled Olli deeper, little by little, inching him along that shaft not because he was struggling to get his prey all the way down, but merely so he could keep savouring his catch. Olli thoroughly experienced every single inch of that inner tunnel, and it felt every detail of his body in turn. Somehow, it got even hotter and wetter the deeper he went. His clothes, from the lightest silks to the heavier leathers, were soaked to the point of translucent in places, barely holding together when they were so deeply saturated by the stud’s pre-seed, soaked through until his skin was equally saturated. He was going to smell like stallion cock for so very long even if he didn’t ascend all the way to the top of that hungry spire. “Hmm. No sign of him at all,” Naveen said, his tone inscrutable at least as far as Olli could hear. It wasn’t exactly a promising option, but that was Olli’s only chance. If the panther really didn’t know what his horse was up to, if he’d somehow missed those subtle trembles and less subtle glishes of juices leaking from the stud’s yawning cockslit, then Olli was just going to have to try to get his attention. He should have tried to do that in the first place, but there was no time for regrets. Drawing in as much breath as he could muster, he shouted out something that was supposed to sound like help, but ended up a lot more like a muffled gurgle instead. Swallowing an excessive amount of those juices in the failed effort, he found himself shuddering as the taste overpowered him. It was pleasant, but just so damn much of a good thing he couldn’t handle it. His cries didn’t seem to move the panther from his spot atop that saddle, and Olli just kept pumping up that shaft with every deep, constricting contraction around his body. Splayed out and helpless, he found himself too exhausted to even feel exhausted, defeated before he even arrived at his destination. The conversation continued on as if he wasn’t even there, or so it seemed at first. “Shrunken down like that, walking out at night all alone, he’s bound to get snapped up by some creature or another,” Jackson said with a soft snort. “I just hope for his sake a gentler one finds him first.” “Oh, indeed.” Naveen reached forth to tussle the mane of his mount - making sure to tidy it back up when he was done. “As horny as you are handsome. Almost got that one past me. Not that I mind.” Jackson gave a chuckle. “Oh, but the sight of him. Just couldn’t help myself. I rarely can, you know me. But especially so tonight.” “It’s been far too long since I got to watch you churn someone anyway. A drink to celebrate, perhaps? Perhaps that mare you like will be there.” Olli gave a kick of protest at the casual mention of churning. Getting trapped was one thing, but to meet the sloppy end he feared inside those fat balls, vanished away from the world and jizzed out. He always knew his roguish ways would catch up with him, but he’d hoped his fate would be more worthy of song. As before, his objections did little to dissuade or even distract his captor and predator. “Love the sound of that. Just one moment.” Jackson had been merely teasing him with all that power pulsing around him. Once he put in his full effort, Olli couldn’t dream of stopping him. The shark sputtered and cried out in meek protest once the stallion started truly working on him, applying more and more pressure as if to test what the shark could even sustain. At times it felt nearly crushing, but Olli sustained it thanks to the soft walls around him, wriggling when he could, slumping and succumbing to his fate when he couldn’t. His head was pounding with the urge to merely pass out. It was all far too much for him to even think about, and it was only growing more intense. Yet he retained a certain stubbornness, a certain notion that even while squelching towards a spunk-smothered doom, he was still going to find a way to escape. He always had, so far in his short but mostly successful thieving career. Surely his tale wasn’t going to end in such an undignified way. Yet for all his mental resolve, he couldn’t alter his course in the slightest. A few more wet flexes around his stretched-out form sent that bulge travelling where it needed to be. Jackson slurped up the shark with his comparatively massive cock and pumped the shark into his nuts with the softest of grunts. It was hardly an effort for him. His body nearly did that on its own, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed it a little less. When there was no longer need for the charade of nonchalance, Jackson gave a long, deep huff and a snort of obvious pleasure once that shark got stuffed down to the very bottom of a heavy, swinging pair of plump horse nuts. Olli didn’t even get a chance to settle in before he found himself jostling around with the stallion’s every step. “That takes care of him. Not a bad squirmer, as far as shrunken prey goes. Maybe could have given me slightly more on the way in, but that just means he has more left for when I really start squeezing on him.” Olli didn’t have to imagine what that was going to feel like. Jackson gave him a naughty preview with a manual clench of his nuts, pulling up extra tight around his prey. Squishing all the heat, all the wetness deeper into his body, leaving him with absolutely no room to breathe, the horse worked him over in a single extended grip of the fleshy walls all wrapped around the shark’s curled up form. Pulling himself into a tighter ball at least made Olli feel like he had a little more structural integrity - like he wasn’t going to be squished into spunk in a single squeeze, but he could already feel himself straining, feel his body giving out in strange ways, like he was already getting softened up under the sheer pressure and strength of Jackson’s virility. The horse gave a sigh when he relaxed, and Olli did too. That quickly turned to gasping and steady panting. Every heaving breath left him more saturated. The steaming scent was more potent than ever in there. He pushed his hands out against the slick walls around him in an effort to get a little more breathing room. That sack stirred and twitched ominously in response, as if ready to clench him down to nothing for even daring to try. Dizzy and swallowing yet more eye-watering stallion musk with every swallow of air, Olli was drunk and weak as if his very vitality was being sapped. The cum soaking up to his waist seemed thicker by the moment. Yet even half-submerged and unquestionably doomed, jostling around with the stallion’s stride, there was one thing he couldn’t deny. Soaking down in the sex-scented sauna had an effect on him he couldn’t suppress. He wasn’t just aroused, but desperately so, confined in his sodden clothing and throbbing so hard his hips jumped up and down, humping at nothing, jostling the cream around him. It was impossible to think of a proper escape plan when he was that horny. He just had to vaguely hope having him down there got the big stud excited enough to spurt him out before too much damage could be done - even as Olli considered how oddly alluring it was to even think about getting juiced down to a fresh load of spunk to stuff those glistening nuts. He couldn’t have explained why the notion made him so hard, but it at least kept his musky imprisonment from being too miserable. They trotted along, right back towards the very city he had fled. At least no one would know he was there, for better or worse. Though Jackson wasn’t inclined to hide his prize from the eyes of others. Even shrunken as he was, Olli made for a prominent weight and swell in those prized balls, and a more distinct outline with his equine predator pulled up tight around him again. That was exactly the display Jackson gave as he cut off the path of a horse-drawn carriage bound for the same destination, flicking his tail and letting his prey-filled sack sway and bounce in front of the working steeds in a flirtatious boast before trotting off again before the driver could complain about the distraction. Jackson made sure to find a moment to speak to his prey. His voice oddly resonated through his form on the way down to where Olli was stewing in that mind-melting musk, breathing the scent of pure, prime stallion seed. “Mmmm. You see that? Swinging you around in has the mares all nice and wet,” Jackson teased. “I think you’ll feel incredible slapping up against some nice haunches tonight.” It could have sounded like a cruel taunt, but it was almost like a compliment. Olli didn’t exactly blush - his whole body was caught in a constant blaze, so getting any hotter was out of the question. Yet he still found himself oddly flattered by the words, and by Jackson’s occasional huff or grunt of pleasure. He was being such good prey, with those smooth walls rubbing all over his form, slicking and squeezing and somehow soaking him yet even more. By then he felt as if he was soaked through the skin with Jackson’s scent. He was going to belong to that horse forever, whether he survived his stay in that slowly gurgling spunk, or succumbed to making it all the more virile. There was still no way for him to tell how close to the city they were. Neither light nor any other scent could penetrate his fleshy prison. He was even more disoriented after a long, steady churn in there, feeling the first signs of weakness and numbness creeping through his body. Sometimes he managed to reach out and give the walls another faint push, but he wasn’t accomplishing anything. Jiggle and slosh he went, never able to fully rest when he was jostled and splashed with every step Jackson took. At least that kept him from passing out in the heat. The streets were quiet at that time of night, but never fully empty. Naveen paraded through the city atop his stallion, showing off his prize to anyone who looked. Mostly it was just a pair of especially impressive horse nuts bouncing along between those strong equine thighs. When they clenched a little, there were easy glimpses of the prey inside, as if Jackson was daring onlookers to try rescuing Olli from his predicament. Or maybe he just liked to tease. That seemed more in line with what Olli had seen of him so far. When they arrived at a particularly bustling tavern, Naveen dismounted and gave Jackson a light pat on the butt. There certainly was no need to hitch him up among the other mounts. He offered the horse a smile. “I’ll try not to take too long.” “Oh, you have your fun. And I’ll have mine,” Jackson said, smiling back. Naveen gave his travel partner a nod, and disappeared through the door to enjoy his evening, leaving Jackson standing near the hitching posts. It was quickly apparent what he meant when one of the mares - distinct from the less mindful ones who were content to stand and wait for their masters - perked up at the sight of him. She too needed no restraint to keep her there. With a toss of a beautiful white mane, the palomino glittered like gold as she approached. She offered the stallion a familiar, flirty look. “Well, look who it is,” she said, playfully snorting at him. “And smelling especially good, too.” “I’m glad you think so. Been too long, Amber.” “Oh, I think it’s been just long enough.” She strolled back and forth, not quite circling him, hooves echoing in the night. “All the more time to get me ripe for your glorious return.” “Might have picked a more romantic place for it, but I work with what I’ve got.” “Oh, you can fuck me anywhere, Jackson.” She gave a steamy sigh at that. “I suppose you’ll forgive me if I’m a little forward tonight.” “A girl has her needs. Just so happens I’m especially equipped to take care of ‘em at the moment. Have myself a passenger, of sorts.” “Oh? Let me see.” Her warm brown eyes were wide with interest as she paced around to the backside of that stud, nosing at his heavy balls Olli felt that attention lift him up and drop him down again. He pawed at the intruder upon his prison cell, splashing around in there, giving a few muffled cries that were more of a glorp than anything. Jackson’s balls responded with an automatic glurrrrrn to settle him down again. “Ooh, still squirming! A fresh one this time. Anyone I know?” “Don’t reckon so. Should keep me fueled for a good while though.” “Mm. Mmmmm. Good.” Amber’s voice grew more dreamy as she strolled around him once more. Jackson simply held his ground, letting her tease him, taking her tail right in the face when she tossed it. He glanced to the side and then made a gesture towards the other horses. “I hope you don’t mind the audience.” “Let them watch,” she said. “Let everyone watch.” They certainly had eyes on them as he found his spot and mounted right up over her powerful backside. Olli gave a cry as he felt all gravity leave him, getting flung up to the top of that chamber by the motion, only to splash back down again when Jackson was right where he needed to be. A few stray thrusts had his prey swinging about, getting more and more thoroughly coated than he already was. The movement meant he ended up swallowing plenty of stud cum. Not only did that imprint the flavour even more deeply into his senses, it left him feeling it sloshing around inside him and warming him up in ways that he knew was speeding along his impending fate. Yet he still remained strong and solid even as Jackson got his unsheathing cock lined up with a glistening marecunt. For all the gurgling and sloshing around him, Olli still heard that schlick of winking sex spreading out around the stud’s shaft. The schlick rang through the streets and sent a shudder of pleasure all the way down to where he was trapped. Jackson started up the process of clenching on him again, holding that grip extra taut as he sank deeper and deeper inside Amber, bottoming out with ease. She was made for someone his size, and that meant Olli’s tautly-held form soon bounced up against her backside when the stallion was fully inside of her. With a nicker and a little buck, Amber bounced right back, rubbing up against Jackson’s balls and the shark inside of him. Olli was getting clenched so hard, she could probably figure out what species he was, right down to his hybrid nature, just for how detailed that bulge was. Enough time under that much pressure, and Olli found himself sinking down deeper than ever before. The cum was simmering up to his chest, and he felt smaller, softer, smoother in places. When he got a moment between squeezes, he felt over his own form, sampling the glossier texture of his skin. He only got a few seconds to consider the implications of that before he started swinging along again. A nice solid smack to those mare haunches left him stunned, though it didn’t hurt. It simply knocked out more and more of his dulled senses while the stud fucked that pretty horse right beside the tavern, where the merriment continued uninterrupted. The sloppy, wet mating session was the sort that came about only when two creatures were immensely compatible with each other, not just in species but in their desires, sending juices pouring down to the stones below as they drove towards a breeding. “Might get a little of him in your foals. These things have been squeezing him down nicely.” “Mm. Going to get me even more pregnant than usual, hm? You’d better.” Their voices remained surprisingly steady amid the more beastly huffs and puffs of horny horses going at it. Olli found himself getting squished down more and more as Jackson’s excitement grew, left to faintly struggle as he rode the tidal waves of rising cum. He was getting too soft, too weak to hold his head above the surface, dangerously submerged for a few seconds once it really started welling up in the stud’s nuts. Maybe that was it, maybe his ways were going to end with him fully shooting back up the cock that devoured him and vanishing into a fertile mare pussy, half-drowned in potently studly musk the whole time. Yet when Jackson gave that telltale nicker, bottoming out inside Amber, Olli found himself gasping to the surface once more. Those nuts gave him the hardest squeeze yet, but he remained intact while the spunk around him drained into that fat, virile load. A heavy flare of his cock, a winking squirt from Amber, and the two horses made for a splattering finish, with Jackson plunging fully inside that pussy. Olli could feel those contractions of orgasm from the mare, for how close those balls were kissing up against those lips. He faintly pawed at them as if to simply remind those big creatures he was still there, as if that would make any difference. A long, loud, sloppy cumshot left that mare overflowing and thoroughly creampied once she was good and full. Jackson was productive at any time of course, but Olli kept him going even longer. That cum was extra thick, knocking up that gorgeous mare even harder, and it was all thanks to him. For all his sweltering, sloshing, softening dismay, he tried to imagine how pretty that horse was, and how good she looked dripping all that cum from her cunt when Jackson softened and smoothly schlurrped back out of her again, hopping down from his spot. He stepped around to nuzzle at her neck as she sighed and panted in the aftermath, seemingly unphased himself. For at least a time, Olli had some reprieve. Those balls seemed to totally ignore him while the stallion and mare enjoyed their afterglow together. It was a good time to assess just how well he was holding up to the extended treatment. He groped and felt around his form, checking to see if anything was missing. Everything seemed to be intact, though it did feel different, whether in texture, or just how solid it was. The squishiness was at the same time concerning as it was oddly cozy. His clothes had managed to survive the shrinking and the journey down the horse’s cock. They weren’t fitting so well anymore. There was room to breathe when they were loose on his body, at least. Weakly squirming to get free of their restrictive embrace got those nuts sloshing and churning again. It didn’t take long to replace all that cum Jackson pumped into the lucky mare. The puddle formed around Olli’s softening form, leaving his every huff filled with the steamy scent of the stud’s, overwriting his own more and more as he got converted. Having that spunk slathered over his newly naked skin wasn’t helping matters, he realized. It felt good to have more freedom to squirm, but the saturation of thick cum sinking into his smooth hide just left him all the more weighed down by it all, slowly swaying in those nuts as he rolled about it as if he might somehow avoid getting more of it on him. That of course just had the effect of coating himself even more thoroughly. He was doing Jackson’s work for him, really, getting himself soaked down to the skin and beyond, feeling it overtaking him with its powerful essence while he half-drowned in the sheer musk of it all. Just when he managed to get himself comfortable, Amber went and threw him off balance again, strolling around the backside of the stud to give a lick to his potent nuts. She slurped a few times, letting Olli feel the slight but noticeable increase in heat around him as she hotly puffed over his prison, giving an approving sound at what she tasted. Her voice came from close by. “Still intact. I would have thought you’d squish him by now. Slowing down already, big guy?” Jackson gave a good-natured chuckle and flicked his tail at her to bat her away from his backside. “Not at all. He’s just one worth savouring.” Even after a cumshot like that, the licking alone had Jackson twitching again. He remained unsheathed, on full display to anyone who might have passed by, though he was going to have to find another way to satisfy himself. Amber stepped around in front him to give him a smooch, then stepped away with her newly sloshing belly when her rider returned, stumbling from the bar. She shot him a wink before she went, parting without a further word. There was no need when they were bound to see each other again. That left Jackson alone to stroll back and forth, casually swinging his half-stiff cock back and forth. It gave the occasional throb, slapping up against his belly, leaving it wet with how much he was already producing. For just a moment, Olli felt sorry for him. Poor man didn’t even have hands to take care of all that need himself. Jackson didn’t seem too bothered by his predicament, though the occasional throb sent a tremor all the way down to where his prey dwelt and got the shark mashed down into all that jizz. Olli couldn’t hold his head above the surface on his own anymore, so he just had to simmer there and swallow it until the pressure released and he gasped to the surface again. It was getting harder and harder to stay conscious when his senses were already so dull. Olli felt like he was drifting through a dream. Maybe he even was, tipping over in that sack, time passing unnoticed until the panther returned. Olli had no idea how long it had been. Had the cat been enjoying himself all night, leaving his poor mount alone and horny, or had he been polite enough to dart out of that place after a short visit? Naveen ran his hand down the stud’s flanks and gave him a playful purr. “You smell like sex.” “Mhm,” Jackson said. “And how is your passenger? Didn’t end the show without me, I hope.” “I think he’s faring just fine.” Jackson gave a soft tense of his sack just to make sure Olli was solid enough to squirm. “Resilient one.” “Good. I think it’s time we made camp, don’t you think? Such a lovely night. It’d be a shame to sleep anywhere but under the stars.” “Oh, I quite agree. I’ve been hoping for some time alone with you.” The horse’s tone was casual, but the wet thump of his cock against his underside added some needed emphasis. For all the need, he remained patient. As long as Olli remained relatively intact, he would wait. Though time was running out. The shark slowly slumped more and more with every trotting step. Naveen was mounted up once more, tall and steady on the big draft horse’s back despite mild intoxication. They moved together, elegant and handsome, drawing eyes in the night as they departed from the bustle of the city and into more familiar territory. Both of them were comfortable under the stars, though the panther was the better navigator. He kept them on the path until he spotted a good grassy spot to set up for the night. Unpacking from his mount’s saddle bags and gathering supplies, he left Jackson to casually throb. Olli was getting used to how much those balls jumped and twitched every time that horsecock pulsed, though every single clench was working him down all the more. He couldn’t even gasp anymore. Any sound he tried to make just came out as gurgling, as if he was nothing more than a shark-shaped load of cum. He still had his arms and legs, still kept his shape, while his vacated outfit floated around him, soaked through to the point of translucent. His senses wavered now and then, but he retained just enough awareness of his surroundings to endure, to keep being himself, no matter how much those balls wanted to fully and completely churn, convert, and assimilate him. Once he had a nice fire going, Naveen returned to the horse’s side wearing a whole lot less. He didn’t need a tent, and was dressed only in his underclothes, though not fully naked. Sleeping rough suited him just fine. With a fond purr, he ran his hands along the stallion’s side, brushing up and down, fingers stroking through that handsome mane. Jackson leaned into the attention with a pleased puff, tossing his tail. The tension in his balls raised just a little more to have that warm, rumbling feline so near to him, but he still showed no sign of impatience. A little smooch on his cheek from the cat did make his dick jump and leave a nice, wet streak of precum over his belly. That was a good enough sign for Naveen. He offered a fond smile and swiftly swished his way down to his destination, touching and stroking all the way. With a horse the size of Jackson, he barely had to kneel down. He ducked his head and got underneath the stud, finding himself awash with a pleasing musk that was all the thicker thanks to that ongoing digestion. Jackson wasn’t just turning Olli into cum, but into heft, into warmth, and into a wafting aura of sheer masculine musk, tinged with pheromones more potent than ever. They worked on mares and they worked on handsome panther men too. “Poor fellow. Let me get you all taken care of.” Naveen’s voice was gentle and soothing to the point that even Olli felt oddly comfortable for a time. It made even Jackson sigh contentedly, the big stud happy to relax and let his rider tend to him. The panther started with a soft, slow stroke along that spire just to feel it twitching in his hands - both hands, at that. That much girth required a grip to match. He gave it some fond squeezes, some tugs in just the right spots, playing it with fingers as practiced as a bard with his instrument. For all his virility, all his outwardly masculine presence, Jackson was steady and patient while the black cat did what he did so well. The stallion didn’t just give the usual huffs and snorts of pleasure. A little more rubbing to get Naveen’s hands all nice and slick, and Jackson started moaning for him. The bliss seemed to spread throughout his entire body. Olli was stewing in it as much as he was all that cum. He couldn’t think about anything other than how he felt - it didn’t matter what it meant, it didn’t matter if he didn’t know how he was going to get out of there. His entire body felt as if it was made of pleasure itself, gurgling and bworbling down to the bottom of those nuts, happily assimilating into the load building up tension all around him. Naveen couldn’t help using his tongue to help milk his mount. It was as much for himself as for Jackson. That scent translated well to a tantalizing taste well worth a few long drags of his stimulating feline tongue along each inch of that solid horsecock in turn. Jackson gave a shiver, jostling his sack, sending Olli sinking all the deeper down to the very bottom. It was hard to tell if the melting shark was submerged or not. He didn’t feel like he was drowning, but he wasn’t sure if he was breathing either - merely sinking into the mesmerizing embrace of the simmering, sloshing spunk soaking him from every single side, letting it smooth down all his details and make things so much simpler. All he had to do was slosh and churn. No thoughts, only sensations. Naveen licked the horse’s leaking cumslit until he had those juices streaked across his tongue. He closed his mouth afterwards, simply spreading the flavour around his palate until he was purring. Then he was back to massaging that heavy, needy cock. Jackson gave a soft stomp of a hoof and adjusted his stance when the panther sped up a little. He tossed his tail, then his head, rolling his hips into those expert touches while the tension built and built. Everything that had defined him as a clever rogue floated around in that ball-packing load right along with whatever was left of Olli. He was little more than a sharky smile faintly outlined in that sea of fresh horse seed, packing Jackson’s nuts taut. It wasn’t a decisive clench that ensured he was indistinguishable from the load around him so much as it was a trance-inducing state of softening all the way down to the very last gurgle. The moment still came marked by a distinct flex to really help press down on any remaining details and ensure that cum was devoid of any last trace of Olli. “Almost ... watch yourself ...” It wasn’t as if Naveen minded getting stallion cum on his fur, but it was still polite to offer a warning. With his prey fully converted, Jackson found himself pushing towards orgasm almost immediately. He nodded his head a few times, gave a nicker, a bigger neigh, but settled down to that fine moaning before the finish. Naveen kept working him, precisely. It looked almost nonchalant, but it was touching that stud in all the right places, until that thick cock was spurting precum so hard it was already audibly splashing down on the grass. There was no need for a condom, or any other means of catching what Olli had become. The clever sneak amounted to little more than an orgasm to be splattered and wasted on the ground. At least he made for a good one. Jackson outright bucked his hindquarters just a little, doing his best to keep himself under control in the midst of release. He wouldn’t want to hurt his smaller rider with an errant kick, after all. Even as he sent that creamed shark up from his pumping nuts and rushing through his shaft to erupt forth with all the rest of the fresh-churned cum he made out of his catch. In the end, they weren’t far from where they first caught sight of Olli. The former rogue ended up splattered all over the grass in thick, creamy ropes, one after another. Sometimes it was like a constant stream of pure, virile seed. Other times it came in long, heavy pulses that added to the steaming puddle growing in the dirt. It spread off in all directions and soaked into the soil with no sign of who it had been - at least until a few more ball-draining clenches helped get those sodden garments that had managed to survive the conversion. Those splashed down to the mess below, their former owner digested right out of them, and were soon mostly buried by yet more of that hotly-scented stallion spunk that made Naveen’s nostrils flare and his mouth water. When the spectacular finish was complete, the panther went in for a few licks just to get that stud all cleaned up. He slathered his tongue in the dripping remnants of that fat cumshot and smacked his lips with satisfaction as he pulled back. Jackson let his shaft drop at last, slowly slipping back into its sheath as it softened. He was satisfied, and he expressed that by going in for a kiss with the panther. The two of them indulged in a deep, wet smooch under the stars while the mess that was Olli cooled below, unable to experience the afterglow he’d inspired. Of course, there wasn’t much left to use for evidence of their successful hunt. When they parted lips, Naveen stepped back to take a look at the mess below. There were still a few recognizable trinkets here and there that definitely had belonged to the thief at some point. They remained shrunken and the scent of horse cum wasn’t going to come out of them no matter how much Naveen washed them in the nearby stream, but traces of Jackson’s pleasantly masculine fragrance were hardly a deterrent to most people. That was another bounty claimed, if in an unconventional manner. Naveen didn’t blame his mount in the slightest. They curled up together once Jackson settled down and laid himself out in the grass. Leaning against the horse’s side and offering his rumbles, the panther got some tender nuzzles in return. The faint sound of that stallion’s ever-potent balls churning up another load were faintly audible in the peace of the night, every bit as virile as ever. Perhaps even more so, thanks to the contribution and complete, utter conversion of the shark hybrid in those musk-dense, prey-smelting nuts. At the end of the road, his legacy was a little more than a memorable cumshot. --- He was really going to do it. Olli couldn't wait any longer to confirm it. The horse just kept squeezing on him, slurping him up and away, inching him towards an incredibly dangerous situation. Did his rider know how naughty his mount was being? Would he care? Even if it doomed him, Olli was just as doomed if he remained silent. Before he was completely choked out to dazed subjection by the wafting scent of horse cock in his face, he drew a breath and cried out, as loudly as his tiny lungs could manage. “Wait! S-stop!” It was supposed to sound desperate. It came out differently. At the very least, it did seem to reach the ears of the bounty hunter far above. Naveen held up a hand at that sound. His voice was far from as urgent as Olli hoped it might be. “Hold just a moment. Did you hear that?” If anything, Naveen sounded mildly amused. The panther took his time dismounting, which was no small drop. He landed elegantly on his paws in silence and ducked his head under his stallion to get a better look at what Jackson had managed to catch. There was Olli, dangling there, still squirming, locked exactly in place by the tight grip of the shaft wrapped around his arm and shoulder. The steady pumping of precum pouring down his body stuck his shrunken clothes to his body, making movement all the more difficult. He managed at least to turn his gaze to meet the green-eyed inspection of the panther's own. “Now, you know I don't mind.” Naveen lightly chuckled. “Though I think this one is different. Did you hear the way he called out?” “Mm. Think we're thinking the same thing. Sounded different, didn't it? Like he wasn't quite sure or some such.” “Exactly. You have an ear for these things by now. Should be no surprise, given your experience.” Naveen leaned a little closer. His breath was warm and fragrant with a pleasing spice to it. “That should have been a cry of terror, given what you were about to do to him. Yet it was something else entirely. More like he wasn't entirely certain he wanted you to stop. Sounds about right?” The black cat directed that question to Olli as much as to Jackson himself. When the shark hybrid had no answer, the stallion spoke first. “Reading my mind again. I'll tell you what. Why don't you have this one? Might like to watch for myself how he takes to getting what he needs.” Olli at least managed to get a sound out. It was little more than a sputter, partly for all the ultra-potent precum that had been dripping onto his face all throughout the teasing conversation, but it communicated his reaction well enough. Were they serious? His objections didn't earn him anything but getting scooped up by a warmly rumbling panther. Just in time, too. The horse relaxed his cock just a little, and Olli began to drop, warmly, slickly slipping free from that grip, utterly slathered in stallion scent from fingertips to underarm, and everything that dripped down his form to soak through his clothes left him all the more drenched in it. Naveen didn't mind. He brought his shrunken quarry up close to his mouth, breathing on him, sniffing him. Then came a lick, slow and rough, applying every last inch of texture from that sandpapery tongue all over Olli's body. Where it caught the shark's clothes, it tugged them and threatened to rip them, and where it brushed along his skin it seemed to sand away the slightest dirt or blemish – not to mention lap up near every drop of Jackson's fluids and replace them with a generous dose of feline saliva. Olli found himself shrinking away more and more the longer he lingered near those dark lips, catching gleaming glimpses of those pearly feline fangs. Eventually Naveen gave a tsk and shook his head. “Come now. I wouldn't treat you so cruelly. I simply wanted to have a taste before I put you where you belong. You looked so good glistening in all those juices like that. My partner here knows how to season a prize like you.” Even after all that licking, Olli could still feel that scent on him. Yet for as potent as it was, he found himself caught up in another entirely. The panther was elegant in all things he did, and that included disrobing, one-handed. He clutched Olli in the other, keeping the shark aloft to watch as the top half of that handsome form came into sight – lean, even curvaceous perhaps, yet with the kind of springy muscle beneath the surface that was especially apparent from Olli's perspective. Then there came the rest of him, and the shark's breath was short once more. His gasps simply allowed him to inhale all the more of a fine, silken feline fragrance filling his mind and senses alike. Whereas Jackson had a musk to him – a well-kept yet still untamed rugged manliness befitting of a stallion – Naveen had a spice. It made Olli tingle in such delightful ways every time he breathed. The effects had him wondering about what they'd said. He sounded unsure only because he figured the panther was just as dangerous as the stallion. But maybe there was something else to it. Maybe that was why he was squirming so much in Naveen's hand. Or sporting that much of a bulge. Olli thought it might have gone unnoticed at his present small size, but nothing escaped the eyes of the panther. Naveen scanned him up and down, giving a smirk. He finished disrobing to reveal everything he had. A set of impressively wide hips, two solid thighs, and a soft sheath resting atop an attractive pair of black-furred balls. It all drew Olli's eye, certainly. Reaching in with his other hand, he drew a finger across his captive, extending a claw to softly snip away at a few buckles and straps and let them fall. He probably could have easily stripped the shark entirely with that level of precision, but he chose to leave Olli throbbing, confined, staring at the naked body of the big cat and wondering just why the panther had felt the need to disrobe after saving his quarry from his mount's devouring cock. “Hmmm. Yes. I must say, this was a very kind gift to give me, Jackson. He has that look of your type.” Naveen's purr was evident in everything he said. “I will of course make it up to you. Once he's down.” That statement made Olli widen his eyes and start assessing his options. The panther was holding him tightly enough, and that claw was still so very close to him. Any sudden movements seemed inadvisable. As did squirming right out of the big cat's grasp to plummet to the ground from such a height. At his old size, he would have been several stories up. Faintly writhing, trying to think of something, he felt the air rush past him as he descended in Naveen's hand. Warmth emanated from the big cat's crotch, further tantalizing Olli's senses with the urge to simply turn, and look, and be engulfed by the presence of that distinctly masculine feature of an otherwise svelte man. All the more so when he began to unsheath. A stiff, tapered, dark-fleshed cat cock slipped free of its velvety sheath to push forth towards Olli. He wasn't sure why he shrank back as if scandalized when he'd just escaped the grasp of a bigger, blunter dick. Yet there was just something so very lewd about that barbed tip poking free, already baring an enticingly hot drop of precum. That bead only grew thicker and more fragrant the more of Naveen's cock that slipped forth, filling out, getting firmer, making those barbs stand up tall. Olli shuddered at the sight of them, even knowing how flexible they really were. At his size they looked truly dangerous. Or at least overstimulating. “You know, a lot of people assume to look at me and think I'd be smaller. A consummate bottom. Not that I intend to boast of size when my good friend Jackson is standing right there.” “Certainly gets the job done, though,” the stallion said, in such a way as to leave Olli reassessing their relationship. “Mm. Kind of you to say in front of our guest here. I suppose what I'm getting at is – at this size, you'll fit just fine into a feline cock like mine. You won't even give me trouble.” Once the big cat was half-hard, he brought Olli all the closer to help himself get the rest of the way. A smooth, warm grind against the shark's whole body left a whole new scent on him. He smelled Jackson less and less, even with the stallion looming nearby, watching the whole show intently. The panther rubbed his cock against his captive from top to bottom, ensuring every single garment Olli still wore was thoroughly marked first in that especially exotic masculine flavour, and then further scented by all the precum leaking all over the squirming shark. Olli's protests weren't quite struggles – he didn't kick or fight so much as simply shove at the comparatively titanic shaft slathering him up until he was sputtering and dripping. Plenty of it got in his mouth. Coughing up panther prespunk and shaking his head to get a clearer look at the looming tower of cat cock, Olli found himself huffing more and more rapidly, spiraling into intoxication thanks to all that warm essence richly emanating from that unsheathed shaft and those slowly flexing balls. Even with that dick so prominently overtaking his sight, Olli still spotted those subtle motions. Those nuts were flexing with anticipation, and for more than just using someone as a toy to rub off on. That much was clear when Naveen finally showed him what he could do. By all accounts, that cock was ordinary-sized for someone of Naveen's build. Neither large nor small. It certainly wasn't the sort to effortlessly slurp someone up like Jackson's would have been. Yet it was distinctly flexible in ways Olli just knew it would be. It slowly yawned and stretched around his face, instantly engulfing him in near-unbearable heat and scent beyond anything he'd ever inhaled. There was still that distinct spice, that trace of sweetness like the outside of the panther, but getting his head schlorped into Naveen's feline dick meant Olli was swallowing some pure, concentrated panther musk, of the sort of potency he didn't even expect from such a pretty man. Just short of choking, it was a sweltering, engulfing heat that only grew more intense the more Olli bulged down that dick. He was a distinct shape in that shaft, right down to his ambiguous expressions. Was that simply the look of someone who was utterly overwhelmed by his new reality, or was it the earliest signs of infatuation with his feline predator? He couldn't have explained it himself. Though whatever his secret inner feelings on the matter, he never stopped squirming, even if it meant he felt the panther's cock throb a little harder around him whenever he kicked his legs. Naveen was by then fully stiff, pulsing with hungry, urgent need, and yet he remained so calm, so dignified about devouring someone with his dick. Sometimes he stroked two fingers up and down the base of that spire, making it tighten up all the more around his prey. Olli found himself intimately acquainted with every last detail of that tunnel, feeling it rubbing all over his body, in a sense massaging him down to his muscles and other times simply squeezing him even if it meant taking nearly all the air out of his lungs. At least there was still enough around him, humid though it was, to keep from passing out or worse on the way down, even if his every gasp left him all the more vulnerable to every single knead and gulp. Slicking down and burying that shark in cat dick to the waist as when Naveen took the time to lean back, one hand on his hip, and start some more direct stroking. He tightened his fingers to fondle at Olli's upper half, making that squishing feeling all the more intense without it ever quite crushing the shrunken thief. Naveen maintained his precision in all things, carefully working that shark up and down, sometimes even back out the way he came in the slightest, only to plunge him back in all the deeper than before with an achingly lewd squelch. The panther tossed his head with a wave of that long white hair when he slipped over the middle point and got a good cock-grip on his prey's straining bulge. That was simply too much for Olli. He had to do something about that obscene treatment. Kicking wasn't helping the stimulation. It felt too good, and he was all cooped up, straining against the layers that kept him from touching the bare inner flesh around his body. The best he could come up with was a deep, distinct moan. It was muffled in his prison, but he blushed about it anyway. That was an admission of exactly what they'd been talking about. No matter how much it damned him to a creamy oblivion, sliding down that musk-packed shaft and on the journey towards the panther's audibly clenching, churning balls had him in a state of suspended lust that he couldn't even fully fathom. It all seemed like it was at its peak, that it couldn't possibly grow any more intense, and then it did. One more deep gulp of that cock pulled Olli in deeper, grinding his bulge against the walls while he made one of his own all the way down to the base of Naveen's shaft. He was teetering then, hovering at the very edge of orgasm as surely as he was almost inside the panther's sack. He curled his toes, but that did little to stave off his own consumption, much less all the sensations threatening to overwhelm him or knock him unconscious on the spot. Somehow he remained awake, even as one more inner squeeze pushed him from the descending entranceway of that cock and into his steamy destination of that spunk-filled sauna awaiting him. Once he was in there, even slightly, the rest came naturally. Olli wasn't sure if Naveen was working his shaft harder, or if it just came naturally once it caught its prey. Deep, hard squeezes forced the shark to dive down to the very bottom of those balls. He didn't get his mouth closed in time. There was no choice but to chug down that fresh, silky cum while he struggled to get his head above the surface. Surely the big cat wasn't going to just let him drown, Olli thought to himself even as his efforts failed. Enough gasping and flailing, and the last sign of him vanished from the top of that barbed shaft, bulging down to join the rest of him, pump after messy pump. A spatter of precum misting into the air followed Olli's disappearance. He shuddered down, struggling not to get out but simply to right himself. When he finally breached the thick, dense surface he found himself coughing up mouthfuls of cum and still holding plenty more in his belly for all he drank in his time spent submerged. It clung to everything, soaking through his clothing to soak his skin, to make him smell instantly and endlessly of big cat jizz while that chamber slowly kneaded all around him. It didn't wait for him to get comfortable before it clenched. Naveen must have done that on purpose. The pressure was far too intense otherwise. Olli felt the walls close in over his every inch, nearly crushing but never quite crossing that threshold, pressing all that simmering cum into his details and ensuring nothing went unsoaked. It was more than just pressure too. The longer Olli remained trapped in that lingering squeeze, in those taut, smooth cumtanks heavy and sagging with prey, the more he felt his body shift and conform to the walls around him, as if ready to give up his structure just to fit into that confined space a little better. Yet he was still holding together when Naveen finally relaxed again with a rumble that resonated right down to his new jizz-soaked captive. He rubbed his shaft and lightly squeezed his balls while Olli gasped some more, and Jackson trotted closer to have an inspection for himself. Olli wasn't anywhere near recovered before he felt the nudge of an equine nose pressing in on where he was, lifting and dropping him. The stallion's voice resonated around him as much as the panther's purrs. “And what do you plan to do with him now?” “Ohh, I have a few ideas. Things you'll like. Just give me a moment for him to settle, and I'll show you what I decide.” Another slosh, the rise of an ominous glurrrrn that seemed to echo all around his body and pass right through it, and a few more small flexes much less overpowering as the first left Olli in a holding pattern of sorts. He could sustain that treatment, but anything more, and he was going to start breaking down. Stewing, soaking, swallowing that powerful cat musk as thoroughly as he'd guzzled that cum itself, he found himself swaying in his half-mesmerized weakness. Whatever came next, it was entirely out of his control, and no matter how messy, how intense, how humiliating it was, at least some part of him knew it was exactly what thieves deserved. Or at least what he personally did. --- The lithe cat took to teasingly kneading his thighs around his heavy balls while he considered, rolling Olli from one side of those balls to the other. The shark never could quite right himself. Worse, the added friction ensured that cum was working him over like a lathe. It felt like it was already starting to strip his clothes off his body, but not because any part of that outfit was melting or softening. It was more a matter of them not fitting quite as well anymore. All that panther cum was doing more than just soaking into Olli's every single crevice. It was shaping him, smoothing him, leaving him feeling all stretched out and altered the longer he simmered in it, keeping him on a slow simmer towards total annihilation. Naveen didn't say he'd tell Jackson what he'd decided on. There was no need. All it took was an exchange of glances between horse and rider, and they both knew exactly what the other wanted. Adding to that unspoken communication, Naveen reached out to draw his fingers through the horse's mane and lightly scratch behind his ear. There was something in particular about those touches that directed Jackson down, guiding him but never commanding him, never acting as his master. The stallion simply wanted to nose his way down the panther's middle, to sniff at that barbed shaft, and then give the cat a lick from the tip all the way down to his swaying nuts full of squirming shark. That thick equine tongue lifted and dropped Olli where he was, splashing him and the contents of Naveen's balls towards the top of the chamber. The shark found himself stuck there for a time, defying gravity with all that thick spunk keeping him in place before the weight of his sodden, ruined outfit pulled him back down to the pit below. Jackson gave a few more licks, either disregarding the occupant of the panther's sack or teasing Olli on purpose with those heavy, deep slurps, so warm and wet that even the shark could feel the added heat from the inside. Or maybe that was just the black cat getting all the more turned on by the attention. The tall, proud draft horse's oral skills were nothing short of impeccable. He made that cat rumble and throb as he worked with his tongue, adding his lips to kiss the tip and slide down over those soft barbs in one smooth suck. He easily engulfed that girth to the very base, letting Olli feel that lower lip pressing against his place once more. The wet sounds of sucking had a way of resonating down to where Olli was, overpowering him to the point of stunning him just for how many squelches were surrounding him. It was only getting louder when the horse drew back, tenderly applying his most succulent of suckles, kneading at that cat cock to rile up those prey-smelting balls. Olli felt the walls close in on him with those pleasured clenches, and pushing back on them didn't accomplish anything. He slipped against the surface as the cum bubbled up with activity and the panther moaned, softly, carefully fucking the big stallion's mouth. Every little detail, every solid part of the shark that got squeezed down and gradually, indulgently juiced into the feline's next cumshot also contributed to the steady leaking of precum into Jackson's mouth. Even with the wet cacophony around him, Olli heard those gulps. At least some of what the horse was drinking was him. Jackson probably could have kept sucking until Olli was completely melted and squished down to pack those panther balls full of a tasty treat for him to guzzle. Instead, he gave a few more good kneads with his lips around the very base of Naveen's cock and slipped off with one last sweet kiss. He left that shaft glistening and dripping, juices pouring from the tip as much as it was simply soaked in horse spit. It was well-lubricated for anything they might have wanted to get up to, but it was Naveen's turn to return such a favour. Striding over to the stallion's side and stroking down a perfect flank, Naveen didn't hesitate to handle that unsheathed horse cock that had almost been Olli's doom. After a blowjob like that, he was in a constantly heated state, boiling up on Olli, cum roiling on the shark to ensure he was sinking lower and lower into his own clothes, almost falling right out of them in the process of being digested, little by little. There was no escaping in the same form he entered anymore. And if the cat remained that turned on, he was going to melt Olli completely. He kept on throbbing all throughout the process of lubing up Jackson's shaft with the horse's own precum. Olli didn't quite hear the schlick schlick schlick of those feline hands nimbly working up and down to get it glistening. He needed both hands for that girth, massaging it with purrs that resonated all the way down to his fingertips while he swished his tail. Olli could feel the sway of the slim cat's hips, rocking him around to tilt him one way or another, waves of rising cum flooding him and invading him. His clothes were sloughing off of him, drenched through and heavy. With their weight gone, he could at least squirm a little more, as if it might convince the black cat to shoot him out right then. Then the panther was moving again. Olli couldn't make sense of it, but he travelled along, smacking from one wall to another, accidentally guzzling yet more cream when he gasped out from the impact. It didn't matter if he opened his mouth by then. Stripped naked by the constant oppressive force of digestion kneading in on him like a crushing massage, it was getting inside everywhere it could. He tried to blink it away before he settled on just keeping his eyes shut tight, and trying not to breathe too quickly lest the heady cocktail of sweetly masculine scent drove him over the edge into one state or another. Everything tipped onto the side when Naveen found a good rock standing in the grass and took to splaying himself over it. He stretched out and latched on the solid surface with his claws before flicking his tail straight up. An arch of his back and a seductive look cast back at the stallion would have been irresistible to anyone. Jackson huffed his approval, nodding his head as he made his approach with a full, heavy cock thumping against his belly. Naveen's balls were already tightening up all the more with the anticipation alone. A heavy breath over the back of the black panther all stretched out on offer for him, and Jackson stepped into position. Naveen always knew just how to present himself for the perfect angle. It took only a moment of prodding for Jackson to line up with the taut, flexible hole nestled between two firm cheeks. The first touch alone sent a rigid clench through Naveen's body, helping work down a part of Olli that was already half-soft. He wasn't sure what was what anymore. His whole form was getting more indistinct the longer he lingered in there, slathered and sloshing down in the aggressive prey-conversion chamber. There was a collective moan, then a solid rumble when the horse pushed his flared tip past that initial resistance to smoothly penetrate the panther. A squelch of wetness helped ensure it was all comfortable for them both, no matter how snug it was. Another inch, and then another, and the horse had some pressure right on the pretty cat's prostate. If Olli thought he was already surrounded by digestive chaos, it had all just been a preview compared to what ensued once the big cat was getting his button pressured. Naveen mrowled every bit as aggressively as his nuts started pumping Olli down, glishing sweetly down on that softened shark to assimilate up along his limps, to press down yet more details until Olli could barely figure out to keep squirming while the horse fucked his rider. It meant the panther was squirting on that rock more and more, the deeper that cock went. He could take it. His belly was bulging with the outline of a shaft meant for mares, not felines of his size, but he gave no complaint. Or no spoken one anyway. It was hard to interpret those yowls for certain. Jackson didn't stop, and Naveen kept pressing back against the stud standing over him, working himself down that spire, swinging his pumping nuts the whole time. They were getting heavier and heavier, pressing against both of his thighs at once, smoothing over as they worked down over the vaguely-sharped shaped bulge until it was hard to tell if Olli was still in there. As far as Olli could tell, he still was, in some form. He couldn't quite figure out what shape he was, but it didn't matter when it changed every few moments anyway. What started as gentle, even cautious sex between the rider and his mount was spiralling as quickly as Olli's situation. With a tight, rumbling feline on his dick, pushing back into his every stroke, Jackson simply had to pick up the pace. They knew each other's bodies well, and exactly what the other could handle. In time, Olli even felt the thumping impact of Jackson's own swinging balls plapping up against Naveen's thighs and sack. The panther's own nuts pumped against the horse's, milking out as much from Olli as he possibly could. Feline lips curled back to reveal fang as those yowls turned to snarls of adoration. They were bucking into each other, filling the night air with the steam of sloppy, soon sweaty sex, and it all had Olli making and smaller and smaller bulge in Naveen's swelling, swinging balls while his predator got fucked so very deeply by his horse. Yet even in the throes of the passionate moment, Naveen never forgot he was a bounty hunter. He revealed a concealed device in his hand, rolling his hips forth to give Jackson even more of an angle to plow him while he reached down to tuck his leaking cock into a condom before it was too late. Plenty of Olli had already spilled out all over that rock, marked down in panther scent, but he wasn't going to miss the most important part. Somehow the shark could feel that seal, way down where he was, glorping in the dark cum pit. There was nowhere to go where he wasn't still caught, and there wasn't much of him to catch left anyway. A little hotter, a little tighter, roiling and cooking him down in that choking heat and musk, submerging him and squeezing away at every single detail that still made him him, and Olli was all but defeated. He found his fading thoughts straying until he pictured what it must have looked like from the outside. That thick, solid horse dick could have so easily gulped him down and melted him without so much as a second thought from its own. And yet there he was, swinging back and forth not in the stallion’s swinging nuts, but in a modest pair of feline balls stretched around his diminished form. The cock that devoured him wasn’t even the biggest of the pair. A modest, smooth, feline shaft on a trim and lean man like Naveen ... and yet it was to be Olli’s end all the same. For all the damage done, for all of the shark that had been simmered down into a thicker, denser cumshot packing those plump nuts as tight as they could be, there was still just enough of him left to feel the final squeeze. Jackson lunged forth, thrusting into his rider with equal affection and equine ferociousness. With the stud bottomed out inside him, flaring, pulsing, Naveen didn't need so much as a single touch to his condom-covered cock to blow. One more squeeze to finish Olli off in a heavy, gurgling scrunch, and Olli was nothing but a fat cumshot shooting up that feline shaft. Everything that had been that shrunken shark came erupting forth in powerful shots of ultra-heavy cat cum. To Olli it would have seemed like an ocean, a flood of cum beyond proportions he ever could have imagined. For Naveen, it was bigger than usual, but nothing massive. That condom was more than adequate to contain it, though it still nicely filled up after a few good spurts stretching precariously over the solid rock. Naveen was far too caught up in orgasm to tend to it, letting it dangle from his shaft. He was already making plenty of noise, but it was worth a roar of delight when he jizzed out Olli's ruined, partly disintegrated outfit. The stimulation that came with shooting that all out in a fat gob, buried in all the rest of the mess kept him cumming for second after second, all with the horse buried inside him reaching the same peak. Jackson gave another lunge, humping the cat and finishing inside him with a nicker and a neigh. It wasn't quite the performance the big cat was getting, but it still came with a satisfying splurch of pure stallion seed. He swelled that panther nice and full with a steady, constant pump of his cum, pushing the panther to keep going even when he was almost dry. Even without prey to fuel it, Jackson's cumshot was bigger than the cat's, filling Naveen up to overflowing just a little. He flopped back when he half-softened, popping his broad flare free to cum all over that pretty black pelt and mark down the subtle rosettes in his rich, studly musk. Naveen purred his way all through the comedown, arching, writhing, slowly rolling his hips to sway that sloshing condom around. He eventually took hold of it when he'd recovered enough, ensuring it was intact with a quick stroke over its smooth, warm surface. Touching the clothing floating around in the mess with his thumbs, he nodded his head. Carefully pulling it off over his barbs before he did much else, he gave a few short gasps or mrowls until it was free to tie off and secure. His cock was dripping, soaked, still mostly stiff thanks to the scent of the horse sinking into his fur. Of course he didn't mind Jackson's playful indulgence. He sprawled out less suggestively, merely basking as if sunbathing beneath the moon, ropes of stallion seed glistening on his back while he held the condom that was proof of their conquest in one hand. A flick of his tail back and forth was enough to communicate exactly how satisfied he was, but he put it to words nonetheless. “Oh, you stud. It's been far too long since I took one for myself, and it was all the better with you inside me. You always know just where to rub.” “Only because you feel so good wrapped around me,” Jackson said, matter-of-factly. “And how's our rascal? Enough of him left to turn in?” “Certainy enough to weave a good story. I'll work my magic.” Jackson nodded, giving a puff of approval, letting his soaked cock drip onto the grass while Naveen recovered. Olli had turned a night of intimacy between them into something even more special, and all at the cost of getting melted down and poured into a condom in a messy, humiliating, overpowering experience he couldn't even fully understand while it was happening to him. All because of one little mistake. --- Every moment Naveen spent undecided was one that left Olli teetering ever closer to his fate. He felt those first tugs, those sensations of loosening and weakening all over as he simmered away in Naveen's nuts. Maybe he would be damned by the feline's indecision, casually churned away while the sleek bounty hunter decided what he wanted to do with his catch. Naveen didn't need that long to consider. Not when his mount was aroused enough to make a mess of his own belly with those throbs thumping against his underside. Like a good rider, he tended to his stallion's needs almost as a reflex. He had a soft touch befitting of his elegance, and he took that horsecock in both hands to gently fondle it from top to bottom until the big horse tapped a hoof on the soft ground in pleasure. Just a few strokes up and down was enough to get his fingers slick with everything leaking from the tip. Naveen lubed up his digits with that mess and made those strokes all the noise in the process. Just massaging his horse's shaft got his balls pumping up a little tighter, a little warmer already. Maybe it was out of simple admiration for such an impressive endowment, or maybe it was the anticipation of what was to come. Olli wondered if such a soft cat could possibly do anything with a stallion of that size. One look at Jackson made it easy to assume the big man would always be the one penetrating. But the pair of hunters shared a bond that had them comfortable exploring every last detail of one another's bodies. “You've been generous enough with your gift. But I can tell how much you wanted him. No sense making you jealous, is there?” Naveen's voice was a mix of fondness and light teasing. “He did seem especially churnable, even at a glance. Just the sort of person I'd enjoy shooting back out.” “And you know how much I enjoy seeing you splattering whoever you fancy. So why not return the gift, if you'll excuse the rudeness?” “Not rude at all. Especially when returning him will feel so good.” There was a whole extra level of flirting beneath the surface that Olli couldn't fully understand. He hadn't been out there with them, on those many lonely nights in the wilderness. All he knew was it was getting unbearably hot inside the panther, and the constant, rising churning was already making him tingle where all that roiling cat cum had soaked through his clothing. Something was already happening, already changing him in ways he wouldn't have been able to understand even in the light. It all made the urge to just topple over the submit to that hot spunk more tempting by the moment. Maybe it was sheer curiosity over what they were planning that kept him conscious. Buried in the dark and constantly assailed by sensations he couldn't even fully process, Olli wasn't at his most perceptive. Yet somehow he understood exactly what the pair was up to. Naveen stepped even closer to his horse, who lowered his haunches just a little to get them on the right level. The panther kept fondling that shaft the whole time, but with more purpose than pleasure-giving. He lined up his stiff, barbed shaft with the blunt tip of Jackson's own, guiding his strokes until he was pressed against the horse's leaking cumslit. All he needed was a quick glance at the stud and a nod in return confirmed that mutual trust. It was surprisingly simple for Naveen to simply keep pushing and enter the horse's cock like anything else he might penetrate. Those soft, flexible barbs bent slightly back on entry, stroking that pre-drenched inner passage. Jackson snorted his approval, adjusting his heavy self just so, tossing his tail. There was a dignity between them despite the obscene act, a sense of mutual admiration, whether for size or precision. When the horse's shaft clenched a little, gripping the panther's own, Naveen's balls gave a jump of activity and pressure that forced Olli facedown into the cum around him, leaving him briefly guzzling it in place of the startled exclamation he attempted. More than simple insertion, they progressed to outright cockfucking. A nice, sturdy shaft like Jackson's could take the panther's thrusts. Naveen was firm, but precise as ever, plunging into that erect tunnel while the horse stood strong and took it all inside. It didn't take long for Naveen to fully bury himself, balls deep in horse dick, tapping his swinging nuts and Olli himself against that blunt flare. Jackson responded with a firm squeeze that milked out a whole mess of precum to cascade down the panther's balls, eventually making streaks over those sleek black thighs. Gripping in both hands, finding a rhythm, the black cat made deep, purring love to that gorgeous cock while Jackson breathed his approval. The stallion managed to keep himself relatively under control, though his huffs and grunts were undeniably sexy. That was just the sort of thing to make the panther pump a little harder, a little faster, swinging those fine hips of his and lashing his tail. The resulting motion came with the occasional thump of Olli's body bumping against the walls around him, along with rising heat and intensity, squeezing down on him until he was almost completely encased in those tight, hot walls wrapped around the entirety of his body. Olli was simply doing what he could to survive, no matter the futility of such an effort. The big cat was already churning him down, already softening him up to shoot down that horsecock. Getting jizzed from one set of nuts to another wasn't how Olli wanted to do, and his effort to fight off the slick walls threatening to squish him down to a fresh feline load were worth the exhaustion. That barbed cock was already twitching, already tensing up, ready to eject him, solid or not. Olli wasn't sure what his endgame was for such a struggle, but he knew he had to hold onto as much of himself as he possibly could, even if it meant his muscles were aching where they weren't just going numb and soft. When the panther tensed just right, Olli knew he'd succeeded in some small way. He was still himself. His efforts to find something to hold onto in all the slop of cum didn't go anywhere on the other hand. After just a few minutes of simmering inside the panther, he was far too weak, far too exhausted already. All was slick and hot, and he couldn't prevent himself from getting caught up in that roaring feline orgasm. The cum welled up beneath him and projected him forward for a return trip, bulging up the same cock that consumed him at many times the speed he slipped down. The best he could do was try not to swallow too much at once. With nowhere to go but straight down the horse's cock, he went from a significant shape in the feline's girth to a small swell inside Jackson's own dick. In an instant, everything was different. The moment he left Naveen's body, he was assailed by heat so many times more intense than anything that had come before. He thought the cat's balls were inhospitable, and he wasn't even fully down Jackson's shaft yet. Slipping along on a wave of panther cum, he gushed his way all the way towards the stallion's nuts, hearing the anticipatory churns welcoming him inside. He wasn't even there yet, and he could already tell Naveen's sack was like a cozy sauna in comparison to the hostility that awaited him. For as calm as he was on the outside, Jackson's balls were truly ferocious. They wobbled slightly with the thud of Olli's arrival, only to clench up all around him as if to crush him on the spot. That single squeeze wasn't without its consequences, either. Olli got his arms pinned to his sides and couldn't so much as wriggle under all that pressure. He could already feel himself succumbing. His body was shutting down in such frightful ways, giving in as much as simply collapsing. When Jackson released that clench, Olli felt some of himself slosh off with the rest of the cum, lost to the tides of digestion, pulled away and distributed to weigh those balls a little lower. With a desperate gasp, Olli welled up as much strength as he possibly could, along with what remained of his musk-dampened willpower. The horse's concentrated musk had him teetering, mouth watering with a truly primal desire to simply give in and become part of that stallion stud's virility. It would have at least been a good use for him. Maybe what he deserved, living the roguish life he did. Yet no matter how hard he pushed those thoughts away, his circumstances weren't getting any better with the panther playing with his mount's cock like that. “He takes well to you. Do you think you could finish him before I finish you?” A little extra feline scratch in his voice made Naveen's words all the more flirty. “Mm. With lips like yours working me? That's a bet I'd hesitate to take. Suppose I'll just have to focus on juicing this one while you do your thing, won't I?” With a swish, Naveen was underneath the horse, pressing his white-haired head into Jackson's belly while he found his spot. He didn't have to kneel with a stud that size, just duck down a little to line up with that leaking cock. Olli was as good as vanished already, but for when Jackson squeezed down especially hard on him to wrap his balls around the outline of a diminished shark. His clenches grew somehow more intense than ever when Naveen kissed that tip, licking up some of his own cum that was dripping out, mixing with the productive output of stallion precum. Olli was already pouring out of Jackson's cock, and Naveen worked diligently to lap him right back up with his tingly tongue. That got the stallion twitching, and nearly bucking. Jackson settled for a snort instead, flexing his hindquarters, tossing his tail. There was nothing quite like the licks of a big cat for keeping his cock nicely polished. Yet Naveen could still do more than that. The panther slurped a few times, kissed at others before moving deeper. He pressed his muzzle against a shaft that seemed simply too big for it, but that didn't stop him. Parting his lips, draping out his tongue, and stretching his jaw, he got that dick in his mouth and started suckling his way right down. Jackson's moans and affirming mmhmms were positively musical. Olli might have appreciated them if the panther's skills weren't turning his prison into a flooded chamber, packed with more and more stallion cum all churned out of everything he was. He held out his hands only to feel them collapsing into the mess around him. Writhing in dismay turned to more just swaying with the waves of seed around him. His clothes were slipping off of him when he wasn't simply soaking into them himself. Every smooth schlurrrrrp Naveen gave only made the situation more precarious. Balanced on a knife's edge between existing and melting into his surroundings, floating in that between state where he definitely wasn't a shark anymore but was at least still himself to some extent, Olli held on tight. Those balls were flattening him down, giving their most aggressive glurns like roars from his perspective. They grew softer and softer the more he digested and the less of him there was to hear anything. Naveen sucked until his throat was bulging with his stallion's cock, and he didn't so much as flinch. The initial pumps of bulging veins and flare, of flexing medial ring behind his lips and fangs didn't stop him from massaging that dick with his maw until it was spurting thicker and thicker juices down his throat. His rumbles made it clear to Jackson and Olli alike that the kitty wouldn't be satisfied until he got his cream. Jackson stomped a hoof and tossed his mane, getting ever so close. There was nothing awaiting Olli but for a trip down the panther's throat. Maybe that was the thought that broke him, or maybe it had always just been a matter of time. He did his very best to reach up towards the top of those swelling nuts, to give one last desperate gasp, but there was nothing to reach with, nothing to breathe with. The vaguely-sentient shape in the centre of that flooded sack was barely a person, caught up in the sloppy roar, in the constant glorp of digestion that came along with the pumping and the flexing of rising tension. Then with one more good glish of a messy flourish, Olli was nothing more than a load ready to get jizzed out, once the very last of him was flattened between two slick walls with one more good, hard clench. The stallion's nuts finished him just in time for his new purpose. Leaning his hips forward just a little, fucking his rider's throat, Jackson neighed into the night, whole body steaming with lust as he poured himself into Naveen. The panther didn't let go. He kept his lips right where they were, sucking that horse no matter how much was coming to him. As soon as that cum hit the back of his throat, Naveen started chugging it down. It was thicker than he was used to, perhaps tinged with the slightest of unfamiliar flavours, but he loved its potent flavour as much as he did the feeling of getting his belly filled with it. That wasn't all that was shooting from that stallion cock. Olli was gone, but evidence of his presence remained, sloshed and partly dissolved, but intact enough to tickle on the way down. Naveen swallowed what remained of the rouge's outfit without flinching. He smirked a little, amused by the feeling. Though there was still a need for some evidence of their triumph. As delicious as it was to guzzle down prey-turned-cumshot, he slipped off the horse's cock before he got absolutely every drop of that load. Dropping fully to his knees with a little hiccup, he took the rest bravely in the face and chest no matter how drenched it left him. His eyes were closed, and yet he still knew the moment he was waiting for. He snatched his prize out of the torrent without pause, and kept it safely clutched in his hand while he got painted down. Jackson wasn't modest about jizzing all over his rider, about absolutely splattering him in everything Olli had been, and then so much more. Some of that cumshot had definitely been the shrunken shark. But much of it was simply the horse being a horse. Gone from black to white, at least from the front, he wore that coating proudly and let it soak into his fur for a time before he even considered moving. Dripping and purring, he swayed, he swished, and he slipped out from under his horse to rise up and pat Jackson on the side. They finished their fun with a little kiss, just a quick peck given the panther's thoroughly creamed state. When they were done, the cat held up his prize with a soft smile through the cum. “From what I can tell, this fancy cape has lost a bit of its colour in our activities. Still, it should serve well enough to prove our deeds tonight.” Jackson gave a nod. “Now just what is it about thieves and wearing distinct accessories for everyone to recognize them by?” “I think it's only the thieves we know of who indulge in such things. The ones who get caught.” That made the horse lightly snort. “Suppose it was only a matter of time before someone went and spurted him out. Or something less savoury. Think he enjoyed it as much as you thought he might?” “I think he remained conflicted to the very end. But once he was soaking in your fine scent? I know he had to take some pleasure out of that, no matter how harshly it was given.” Naveen licked his lips, cum still pouring off his fur. “We'll celebrate tomorrow. For now, I'm going back to that river we saw along the way, if you'll excuse me.” That was to be Olli's legacy. A splatter of horse cum on the grass, and a mess on a panther's fur to be washed off in the water. That, and a story about a cunning thief who grew just a little too ambitious, a little too careless, and like so many before him, found his career coming to an end thanks to the handsome rider and his equally attractive mount.