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Vynny was...ashamed. Like this for a while since his run in with….him. He was the reason the deer was stuck wearing poofy pants to house all the ice packs for not only his junk, but his balls and thighs separately too. That sheep...laid waste to him; he rode poor Vynny until he couldn't even pull up so much as a twitch from his cocks and now he couldn't even get hard without feeling true agony from the blood rushing to his shafts. Curse that Parker…

“You know what...no." Vynny was all alone in his house, so it was fine to suddenly talk to himself. He carefully rose out of his seat in his living room, steering clear of the couch since he didn't like looking at it on account of it being the place where he truly felt powerless. “He can run me over like a truck and leave me dry...but if there's one thing I don't do….it's giving up."

Vynny never gave up for tests, that's how he got his bachelors in physical education; Vynny never gave up during times of great stress, that's how he came to be this buff; and Vynny never wanted to go down with just one round, that's why he was so hung in the first place.

He limped towards a room down the hall from his living room, darkened when he cracked the door open but flicked on a light to show a personal gym stowed away with inactivity trying to claim the equipment despite it only being a few days. Though he ignored the weights racked to his side, going to a mirror that he placed on the wall by the door way instead. He stared at himself, sneering at the dreary, lost expression etched on his face from the tears of pain created from the discomfort of morning wood. He bared his teeth and growled, and beat his chest with his fist.

“Nope. I'm Vynny...the Big Dicks Deer...I don't go down without a real fight...I'll show that fuck pillow… some real action." The deer remembered his phone was in his pocket and carefully pulled it out without nudging his massive bulge dampened by the melting ice he was to replace soon. He flicked through his contacts until he came across 'Parker's Manager' and dialed it up. It rang three times before an answer came up.

“Big Beef Entertainment~!" The cheery voice of the llama in charge was always rather odd considering he was the big brain behind one of the biggest porn entertainment companies in the world, but Vynny chalked it up to consistent optimism for morale before shrugging it off.

“Yeah, it's Vynny. I wanna call in that favor you loaned me ..."

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The world never saw Vynny coming once the ice was gone.

One year; one year of training his dicks as he used to back when he was a teenager dealing with two wimpy dicks instead of two beefy monsters until he was able to dwarf himself in size; one year of hunting down people like Parker-folks with pussies built to beat Herculean guys in arm wrestling with only a bead of sweat to show some effort-and bending them to his will until he broke them with cum and babies; and one year of trying out porn since he was confident that he was the most unique deer in all of cervine history and managed to score a few flicks with some notable stars and even managed to gain something of a following. Gone was Vynny, the strange deer equipped with dicks that belonged on a snake.

Now he was the Twin Towers, the deer that can break anybody.

And someone with a title like that was bound to attract a certain somebody…

Eh, maybe not right away. But that doesn't stop Vynny from constantly keeping his cocks toned with his latest catch-a whale. Guy towered over the deer by several heads, but the second Vynny caught that they had a pussy that left him enraged from the thought of that damn sheep, he broke them. Body, mind, and spirit. He knocks them up on the daily, pounding their throat until they couldn't even gargle out a plea for more before breaking into their womb like a pair of battering rams to straw and leaving all those eggs swarmed with his kids. Even now, as he plowed their wheezing form on his new, reinforced bed to handle his style of fucking, he wondered how many was gonna come sliding out of that cunt later. They surely had better durability than the elephant, hippo, tyrannosaurus rex or rhino that he ran into with similar snatches, so it was liable to assume a whole litter or two at times. But this satisfaction wouldn't be enough…

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Parker rose from his bed after a long night of keeping his pussy trained up and prepared for the day, feeling the iron weight of two hundred pounds slowly crunch inward within his cunny as he got on his feet. He had been clamping on it throughout his slumber, and hearing it groan until it could not was satisfying. He whiffed the air, snorting from the sudden filtering of musk in the air before scratching at his thigh. The innermost portion of his trunk-like legs were covered in a familiar pair of boxers, but they were so damp from overnight sweat and dried pussy juice that the aroma they wafted as Parker stepped out of the room was pungent enough to burn nose hairs from the inattentiveness.

That time with Vynny last year rubbed off on the big sheep as a whole, and it reflected on the hole-ridden pair of tattered underwear barely keeping his ass from spilling out for someone to look at, while the material was permanently wet from the constant dripping from that cunt coupled with the sweat from both the bush around those folds and Parker's ass. His house was still relatively the same, except old cum stains were littered in select places but mostly within Parker's furniture. His big movie had been a good way to bring in new fans who were hung beyond normal presumption, but each call he got to tend to any of them led to disappointment after disappointment. For a while, Parker's boss considered giving him paid leave so he wasn't so gloomy about doing a shoot and have someone else fill in, but the sheep refused to be let off because he was moody about not being satisfied at home. He didn't want to let the llama down and he had a reputation to keep in porn anyhow.

Speaking of porn….

Parker barely had time to make him some breakfast after washing his hands off of pussy juice before his phone rang in the next room, prompting him to storm over and preemptively squat down towards the floor to answer it comfortably. He was careful not to go too low or he'd put too much pressure on his forelegs. “Parker speak."

“Well hello, Parker…" That voice...the sheep hasn't heard it in some time and his eyes widened in realization only to return to normal as he heard a hard pounding on the other line.

“Vhat do you vant, Wynny?"

“Nah, you can call me...Twin Towers! Fffffffuck…." Parker was led to assume the deer just came gallons of cum inside of some unfortunate soul, if the rather wistful moaning that was far too exhausted to be the cervine's confident tone in the background was anything to go off of, but he merely snorted at the auditory cue.

“You still Wynny to me." Vhat do you vant?"

“Even a year later, you're still a hard ass ...Anyway…" The loud smacking sounds of hips meeting skin made Parker's ears twitch. “I want a rematch...You caught me off-guard...last time...but I'm ready for you ...and I'll make sure I win."

A remat-Ooooh, he means another house call. Parker tsk'd. He thought he broke the deer in full so that they never showed their face on the streets again with their dual monster dicks being shrunk down to mere meat sticks, but it looks like they had a rebound and got back in gear. “I'd rather waste time with shoot than play vith you."

“Oh no...this ain't just some random...visit ...I want everyone to see it...We'll film every second...like a porno...but with a big audience so everyone in this city knows...that you're not as tough as you claim to be…" The bravado oozing from Vynny's mouth was like having boulders thrown at Parker's castle of a tolerance, and each barrage slowly picked at a hidden weak point that made the sheep play along.

“I vill break you again. No amount of confidence changes that."

“Ooooh, so you haven't been watching me get around, huh? Alright, guess we can have a bit of a surprise before we get into it. Tomorrow, noon. Central Park. I'll pay the cops to leave us alone-you can always bribe a guy to lay off while you wanna get laid-and we'll be free to do our thing. Gives you time to prepare being my new ...favorite….BITCH!" The deer climaxed again over the line, the whining of their partner making Parker grumble. As much as the sheep didn't want to admit it, Vynny had been his best lay to this day since they met. Maybe it was about time he got another helping of double dicks after all.

“Fine. I vill break you and show you vhere you belong. Try not to cheat, hmm?" The deer exhaustedly laughed out loud on the other end, the expected resuming of sex commencing within the sheep's ear once more.

“I think you'll find that you're not the only one who needs to do training. Bye." And as the line was cut, Parker slowly hung up the phone. Training...so Vynny's caught on. But he doesn't have a chance. Parker's trained every day since he realized he could train his vagina to handle any challenge, and it's been several years of that every day. A year won't be enough to make Vynny have any changes….

Right?

Doubt settled in where certainty should be and the sheep found himself glaring at his dim reflection in his television screen before flicking on the news. Parker was not one to be fearful of a challenge; he wouldn't have the reputation of world's strongest vagina and the untamable pussy in porn for nothing, and being a tad shaken by a cervine's promise to make him out to be nothing more into a common whore was not going to change that. No, Parker was better than this, and he was not going to let it bother him.

So he watched TV, not bothering to get the mail until he was sure the children running around outside quieted down. His musk was so odorous that even a peek out to check for certain would have his smell wafting over to the frolicking little ones and their parents were already cross with the scent of his ass in the air. Though, that was mostly from the mothers-the fathers were rather easy to lessen negative reception to Parker's new lifestyle of showering leniently. So he shall remained seated as he's been doing since adapting this life of being smelly, and bring himself to a boredom where only the idly squelching of his vagina crunching down on something kept him from falling back asleep.

He really shouldn't worry… but he couldn't help himself. Parker's heard of others training their pussies for fun or mandatory for porn, but someone with dicks as big as Vynny's...Parker didn't even notice that his hand had snaked between his thighs to rub his folds until he felt a white-hot blaze of pleasure course through his pussy and send a flood of juices onto the floor. Yeah, he could use a dick to ride, but…

Only Vynny can provide that.

The thought of that deer besting him finally got the sheep to actually get up, taking his time lumbering to a door that looked aged with the dusty doorknob being twisted and presenting a musty-smelling room that didn't smell like sheep ass and old pussy juice. The lights flicked on, and the rays showed off a typical weight room but no treadmill or bench for lifting dumbbells.

No, the rope and chains should have been sign enough that this room was the birthplace of Parker's determination to have the best pussy for any dick in existence.

And from the worry threatening to break his stoic demeanor that's earned him the fear and respect he's garnered in the porn industry, he's gonna have to give it one more go. He wouldn't want it going out on a loss but a draw was better than that. But he wanted to go beyond what he's achieved ...so he grabbed the ton weights this time around…

Oomph, it's definitely been a while since he needed this! But he persevered in hauling those bone-breaking metal pieces over to his harness so he could prepare without needing to reach down too far. These would snap any rope extended to their limit, so Parker carefully bundled up some chains to get trapped within the confines of his meat curtains. His black lips looked like the bloated ends of a venus fly trap sucking the links inside, but he put the thought aside to focus on tying the weights up. Once he was sure they wouldn't fall right off and break the floor, Parker brought himself upright to get his legs spread out by the harness.

Think of it like a way to train your legs to do splits without the discomfort brought on by spreading one's legs to their immediate limit and tearing something. Only, instead of just sitting there doing nothing but hold the position, Parker's pussy was visibly flexing inward on itself before relaxing and pouring juices due to the chain links nudging his clit. But in the end, he got into a good motion of lifting four tons of weight with his pussy alone…

He can practically feel the submission of Vynny's defeat settle into his system. Tomorrow can't come any sooner... Though it was still morning, so Parker had all day to really give it his all.

Up and down….up and down...Parker felt the results run through his cunny almost immediately with each quarter-hour, feeling the muscles within his walls flex powerfully and surge with redefined vigor that was used to ease the pressure of lifting the same burdensome iron over and over. The sheep did expunge his energy often, but he merely adjusted his legging before getting back to it. The point of exercising has always been to surpass your limitations and condition your body to handle more, so always taking a break when you're about to reach it defeats the purpose by a lot.

Unless you're training yourself up to go even further beyond, then Parker can't judge you.

He didn't even know he'd been in there all day until he heard a loud banging at his front door. He opened his eyes, not remembering when he fell asleep, and let the weights gently drop down to the floor before dislodging himself from the harness. The room's flooring was a miniature sea of pussy juice, but Parker just walked out to go answer the somebody at his door.

And to no one's surprise, it was his neighbor, Hershel.

“Heard ya was gon' be somebody's li'l toy in th' park. I can give two shits 'bout yer shenanigans but if they can put ya down, then that means they'll clean ya up! Now scram!"

The brief message from the billy goat was followed by Parker getting something shoved against his belly before the old caprine meandered off his porch as some form of departure. Before he ended up wafting too much odor into the outside air, the sheep clung to what he was given and closed the door to get a better look at it.

Oh, it's his order of fruit and vegetables. Mail carrier must have sent it to the wrong address again.

Parker's belly grumbled something fierce, so he set the food out on his smelly coffee table to eat whatever he could get his hands on from the paper bags. Melons, broccoli, zucchini, greens, squash, apples, oranges, you name it. The sheep scarfed it all down without a care in the world.

At least until he got to the watermelons and paused, staring at their wide surface and just taking in how ripe they had to be at this size...Hmm…

A plan ensues.

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The park was ablaze with activity that following day, the other entrances blocked off from access so people who didn't pay to watch the action didn't get a free showcasing of the events. Only way you'd be able to see would be with a telescope-and why use that when your own eyes were good enough to look at the stars at night?

Vynny was there, ordering the camera crew around since he was director AND cast of this stream to go public everywhere no matter the results, and the excitement in the air let him gloss over the angle issues when it came to his cocks. Boy...he really outdone himself, hasn't he?

The deer wasn't given much time to reflect on the results of his buildup to this great moment before he sniffed the air, head perking up like a feral member of his kind mostly seen on television these days.

In the midst of the smell of his own two cocks, Vynny could make out the distinctive smell of-

“Sheep ass ...He's here.~" Vynny barely had a mind to leave the little tent he was hiding out in before doubling back into one of the crew's trainers for a little something-something.

“Hey! I think that dick magnet's 'ere! When's th' show!?" Among the crowd of eager faces whose always dreamt of being within the same space as Parker-or Vynny with his latest pornos-was Hershel, the billy goat having housed himself in a lawn chair he's had for the past dozen years or so but never really went out to test. He was in the front where the folks who paid for their tickets first and foremost, so his seat almost cut into the Area-where everything was going down. Instead of his usual button-down with trousers, he had a “Twin Tower Terrorizer!" shirt on that had Vynny's grinning face smack-dab in the middle. It looked like a still image of a cartoon show's introduction, but the goat wore it proudly.

Suddenly, everyone started filing over to where he sat, so he held back from loudly complaining about the blatant smell of Parker being nearby in his unwashed glory as the cameras were aimed towards the Area. Soon, the crowd was silent, only for an MC to step into the middle of the hustle and bustle, and get a microphone started up.

“Ladies and gentlefurs, welcome to the Sex Soiree! I am your host, Steve Clix, and our contenders today look like mighty beasts of legend!" The announcer, a fox with 'a lot to love', was loud and proud to get things underway as he turned to point off towards the inner portions of the park. “From my right, we have your challenged; a deer with more package than he is a deer, but standing like a giant, beefed up reindeer from the North Pole himself, and even got himself his own 'poles' to go! Folks, let's give it up for Vynny!"

The cameras all panned towards the approaching cervine, who had went ahead and tied a row of weights at the base of both of his...enormous dicks….No really, they were beyond huge! They dwarfed over him by several heads, looking like they would sooner house bodies inside rather than be used for sexual pleasure of any kind. He made a show of showing he didn't mind having something hanging off of his tender poles of beefy meat by swinging his hips around a little.

A little, only because his four balls were basically chair-sized between his legs.

Though it didn't last long before he flexed his mighty cocks and let the chains keeping those weights on him loosen and drop them onto the ground. The crowd was completely silent, for no one's seen a dick-no less two on the same body-so big in person that they couldn't write it off as special effects or drugs. It was all natural meat and there was no way to act li-

“And to my-*cough cough*-my left...we have the challenger...The sheep that'll...put anybody to sleep...no matter how hung you-*cough*-are ...Parker…" Steve had understandable difficulty announcing the ovine's appearance due to the stench in the air, but that was the least of his problems thanks to the collective musk from both contenders. But onto Parker.

The sheep's legs were spread out like someone keeping as little contact with a condiment spill as possible, though it was for an entirely different reason if his pussy gave it away; within those girthy folds tucked away by his putrid boxers were four watermelons, each the size of basketballs ready to burst from an overflow of air. Though burst seemed like the right way of putting it because once Parker stopped moving he clenched his pussy and popped all four of the fruit in his vagina. Watermelon splattered all over the ground and his underwear, pouring out from that thick passage before the sheep stopped the flow with another flex.

Vynny wasn't that impressed, going from being expressionless to cocky in mere moments while the crowd continued to share their stares of wonder on these sex freaks. “This ain't a fight to the death, Parker. It's just some screwing around 'til you tap out."

“I know vhat game is. And you vill lose." The sheep glared at the deer, not bothered one bit by their snide comments. Who cares if Parker was violent in showing off the fruits-literally-of his training?

“Keep telling yourself that. Now, lose the boxers first. Can't fuck you if you're hiding the thing I want." Vynny patted his dicks to really get his point across, but that didn't make Parker move any faster in pulling those dirty boxers off. Though, once the deer got a good look at them, he scoffed. “You even wore the boxers you brought with you to my house last year. How sweet of ya."

“He's been wearin' them since then, that dirty dog!" Hershel's input was briefly regarded as Parker's cunny was finally brought out in the open, its muscular flesh looking something straight out of a bodybuilder's fantasy land with the mass that was barely contained behind those lips. The sheep flexed once and the rest of the watermelon juice he had within his snatch was flushed out by a gush of fluids before he went ahead and slung his boxers at Vynny.

Despite how illogical and impossible it was, that filthy pair of undies slipped right past between those cocks and nailed the deer in the face, and the show must have been planning to be rushed because Parker knocked Vynny down onto his back and made sure he stayed down with his legs. The crowd murmured, for it seemed like things went from moving fast to coming to a complete stop as Parker did naught but stare down at Vynny, but soon the sheep went ahead and got ready for the ride. Along his way to pull those dicks up to a point where he could simply hunch over and push back to get them into his pussy, he wrapped up Vynny's head like a christmas present for a child in his boxers and left him to writhe from the unbearable odor of unclean musk, pussy juice and food stains that managed to not get caught in the sheep's wool.

A burp escaped Parker as he bent all the way down to get the giant cock heads within his snatch, for he hasn't gotten down this low in quite some time and doing so felt like he was putting weight on his gut. Eventually, he found a good angle to not only hold those dicks still but push himself back so they got inside so they could finally begin.

But color his surprise as the moment the tips started stretching him out, he came on the spot.

Even Vynny was taken aback by the sheep's rushing climax splashing all over his titanic meat sticks, smirking from within his dirty mask but only letting his silence speak volumes that Parker could figure out himself while he kept trying to push his way down. Not even a full third of dicks later, he was gushing harder in another climax that left his walls on edge from folds to cervix. Speaking of that wall...that was where Parker stopped…

But there was still more.

Vynny, however, wasn't keen on letting Parker rest and one quick rush of tension from both of his towering cocks stirred the sheep into a third splattering. Sheesh, the deer could imagine someone being this thirsty for him, but coming from Parker? Oh yeah, he was gonna enjoy making this big guy his one and only training doll. That ole whale was starting to get on his nerves with the aquatic singing for some dicking. The deer started thrusting up into Parker, since the sheep had yet to recover from being forced to squirt in such quick succession and laughed as he got a fourth rush leaving his lower body drenched in pussy juice. The crowd-Hershel especially-was enjoying the show the two freaks were putting on despite it only just the beginning, the billy goat waving a little flag with Vynny's face on it with select others who had certain hopes that the deer was sure to win this.

“Only live in the first few minutes and we've broken over one hundred thousand viewers! You folks at home wouldn't want to miss this, I know I wouldn't!" The reception was spreading like an airborne virus pushed by a catastrophic explosion, people from all over the city tuning in to watch Vynny hump through Parker's muscled flesh to knock at his womb and have him bite his lip and cum on the spot.

This was torturous; all these years of taming dicks without so much as a pained gut full of seed coming to a moot experience as Parker's pussy succumbed to pleasure again and again. He couldn't believe he'd given in so easily...must have been how long since he rode Vynny...back when he was smaller. Those times were nice, and as if he was driven by his past acts of domination playing out in his mind, the ovine was moving on his own.

“C'mon...little late to try getting a second wind. Felt like I was gonna n-nail my way into your baby hole…~" That confidence sure sounded in need of snuffing out.

“Q-quiet…"

“Heh, you sound cute when you're a bitch." Despite Vynny being the one to utter that, Hershel was the only one that laughed in the crowd since he could hear it. And he didn't even flinch when he realized it either.

“I s-said...quiet…" Parker was getting infuriated, more so at himself rather than the deer whose lap he couldn't seem to reach despite his efforts to get everything trapped inside of his cunny. This was weakness, something his father taught him to never show to an enemy or someone seeking to deceive him, and every orgasm that flew through his snatch and soiled the grass in a steadily growing pool of pussy juice felt like a slap to the face to the sheep's passed sire. He knew he should have invested in toys like his manager suggested, but he always saw silicone mockeries as nothing more than fraudulent excuses to be 'trained'. And now look where it's getting him.

Fucked through climax after climax without so much as a warning.

“F-fuck...keep squeezing me like that...might give you some cream to make you greedy…~" That didn't sound good, especially as it was followed by Vynny's vigorous pumping. Poor Parker had to cling to the deer's chest to brace himself, feeling his meaty folds spasm in an umpteenth jizz eruption that left the air smelling like musky pussy and ass. Though this was better than nothing but squirting, for the crowd was steadily growing weary of the odor that the sheep kept producing.

“Rnnnng…" Parker bit his lip as he felt those dicks quake inside of him, feeling their mountain peak-sized heads surge against his cervix. He knew they'd get inside whether he wanted to or not, so he had no choice but to accept their intrusion and slam himself down in time with the deer's thrusts to feel those humongous poles shove their way into his womb.

“OOOH FUCK!" Vynny's exclamation had the whispering crowd, Steve and even Parker surprised as he nutted on the spot. And when we mean an explosion went off inside of the sheep, we mean it. It was like twin geysers of pressure were blasting within that distended core, and would surely leave Parker looking like a soft pillow filled with ewes, but…

None of it showed.

Not one drop escaped Parker's overstretched cunny, nor did any seep out from his ruined cervix. It was like...he sucked it...all up ...He didn't even remember when he stopped cumming himself, but he sure didn't when Vynny let loose. His gaze fell upon that huffing head masked in his boxers. Now, he knows why the doubt was settling in-he feared that he would be too broken to handle the first load.

But now he was certain...this will be another walk in the park...Pun not intended.

The crowd slowly picked up in chatter as both sex-tenders were still for a lot longer than what one would expect from a pair of nymphomaniacs. But when Parker came to first and began to pick up speed in riding Vynny, they were all for seeing action of any kind and began to cheer instead of quietly speaking among each other. And it was good that they decided to pick for the ovine, for he was giving them a better show than what you'd expect from porn.

When he rode Vynny at their first encounter, he barely had to move his hips up to truly dominate the deer's lap and leave him a pitiful wreck that continuously begged for mercy he didn't earn for one second. Now, everyone got to watch Parker's black ass ripple like disturbed lake water as he laid waste to the deer's legs all over again. Vynny was shouting out in pain rather than pleasure, but with his dicks remaining hard as steel it was hard to tell if he was genuinely feeling discomfort or just playing off his bliss as a minor inconvenience. Didn't matter to Parker, he was still gonna ride these flesh towers like one bounced on a pogo stick.

“H-hold on...don't you d-do this shit again…!" The cervine was actively trying to reach out and hold the sheep down, but he would find that Parker's excessive climaxes worked against him and their ass and hips were barely firm for a grasp. With each slip of his fingers, Vynny felt a jump of ecstasy course through his dicks only for another explosion to encompass his body in both spirit and physically as cum began to pool within Parker.

There was no time limit, no designated frame to cease, no holds barred. Parker was free to do what he did best, and with every load he sucked into his beefy pussy like the black hole he truly trained himself to be, he was a shoe-in to win.

When Vynny came a fifth, rather shrill time, Hershel groaned. He was really keen on seeing someone tame that hulking monster of a sex freak and hopefully set him straight enough to clean up his act-literally. But as he saw that underwear-clad deer be forced to nut over and over like they did for Parker, he found that the shirt he was wearing was a little too wet to wear, in spite of it being only damp from his back. Luckily, some brat had offered him a Parker shirt and he only took it 'to wipe his ass with in Parker's face when he lost', but with the deer quickly losing ground it only felt fair to ditch their memorabilia and go for the underdog.

The underdog demonstrating the proper way to milk dicks.

The crowd quieted down, for they suddenly found themselves ogling Vynny again, but not because he found a way to have some control of Parker's unstoppable bouncing. No, it wasn't for a good thing at all in his favor.

His huge balls were shrinking considerably.

Their titanic size that looked rather uncomfortable from movie showcases and porno casings were shrunken down to the size of a bag of watermelons, clear fluids from Parker's occasional orgasm making them glisten in the sunlight as they were forced to produce spunk for the hungry sheep making like a testicle drought and drying up the reserves. Vynny felt his dicks cry in agony from yet another spunkfest, feeling their proud, unchallenged size dwindle alongside his balls until he knew he was back to the size he was when he first met Parker. He was soft now, but the sheep was still riding him.

Yet again.

The crowd could see the deer slowly losing a lot more than a favor, and they began to chant Parker's name like the two of them were in an arena and the sheep got the upper hand with a sleight of hand.Even Hershel had to join in, snapping his Vynny flags in two to prove that he had abandoned cheering for the mega-endowed deer and thought of the real winner here.

Vynny felt useless, watching his dicks swell that belly up like a balloon but not have the excess backwash from those folds to leave him a winner. Dominated by Parker again, after all that hard work to make sure it didn't happen again...But despite the odds against him, Vynny couldn't bring himself to be a sore loser. He meant for this to be a publicity stunt above all else by the end, and everyone getting a chance to see just how big his dicks got in person was a win in his book. He groaned as another load was ripped right out of his balls like children pulling candy away from a recently broken pinata.

“W-wait...Parker…" The sheep didn't cease in his actions for one moment, ass and thighs red from his efforts to proceed without hesitation.

“Speak, Wynny." Nothing the deer could pull on him, so it wouldn't be just to assume they'd taunt him at this point. Besides, even if Vynny did, Parker still had him by the balls.

“Lemme end off...with you...I know I'm beat but...th-that's another thing I've wanted to try for once…" A synced climax was a bullet on Vynny's bucket list that he knew getting to happen on the regular-or just for once-were next to nil. But with Parker doing his thing of wearing those dicks down until they were put in their place, the deer felt it could be possible to go off on a loss that wasn't anything to be somber over.

“Hmph." Of course, Parker found indignity from the request and seemed to reject it without a concrete answer alone as he kept on bouncing. But as he felt his pussy gear up for the first climax since he began milking Vynny's cock more efficiently, he knew it'd do good in finishing the deer off if he got his rocks off any better than just being ridden like a draft horse. “...Fine. You g-get off vith me."

“Th-thanks…" And thus, Vynny went back to sounding like a tired marathoner trying to finish despite him being in last place. Having those meaty walls squeeze him like a professional masseuse for dicks was heaven wrapped in flesh, the deer's cocks pumping out as much arousal as they could to convey the pleasure that he wasn't vocalizing loud enough.

“Folks, it looks like this might be over soon! With almost a million viewers tuned in, everyone here and at home-or work, you naughty folks-will get a chance to see the big finish!" Steve's input held true, for both Parker and Vynny were moaning in their gruff voices much to the crowd's delight.

“Damn fuck pillow...." Of course, Hershel wasn't a part of the enthusiasm at this point, sitting in his chair looking like how he does on a daily basis on his porch until sunset or when he gets hungry and whips himself up something to eat for himself. Parker winning meant this was just gonna leave him smelling even worse than he's been before, and Hershel can't afford to buy a greenhouse for his plants. And thus, he began to pack up and leave in hopes of beating Parker home so he wipe out any flora left in his yard. Gotta buy pots first.

“Aaaah…!" For the first time today, Parker actually shouted out his ecstasy, but it was overshadowed by Vynny's own from within those boxers as the sheep smacked his way back down to those deer thighs and stayed there. Anyone close to the scene-or operating their camera to zoom in on that spot in particular-could witness the twitching sight of those balls shrinking down to a quartet of oranges and the minute visual of the base of Vynny's cocks pulsating within Parker's pussy before it was blanketed by the sheep's juices splashing everywhere like a faucet with both dials turned to their highest offerings to a sink user.

“And that's one mil-lion viewers!" The big-bellied fox announced with joy, causing another widespread cheer to circle around as the two contenders slowly came down from their highs. Parker wasn't done, for he didn't feel any warm goo ooze out of his cunny yet, so he expected Vynny to plead for a break as he restarted those hips into their normal pace. “And the big guy's still going! Do I smell an encore!?"

“Parker, n-no...I can't…" The deer didn't want to have to work his way back up to the size he had been all over again, but the sheep wouldn't let him have peace, feeling those cocks of his betray him with every splurt that left them more shriveled and worn out within that dick snatch.

“I vork… until job is done…" Parker's words inevitably finished off Vynny, one last seething marking another orgasm that rushed right out of him before he would properly feel it, only for the deer to go slack beneath the bouncing sheep and leave them to slowly come to a stop as they saw he was out cold. The second his hips actually halted, the crowd began to murmur again, but their wonders as to who won were dismissed as Parker got on his feet and kept Vynny pinned against his body with his moobs.

“And the winner is Park-*cough cough*-Parker!" The crowd loaned their graces in the form of shouting, the sheep merely holding up his arm as a means of acceptance before reclaiming his underwear from Vynny's head to put back on. With the deer shrunken down like clothes left in the dryer for too long, it was easy to just slip all the naughty bits out of sight. “Thank you all for coming to this raunchy event! We leave you today with one million and two hundred thousand viewers, and generous donations from the folks watching from the comfort of their homes! See you all next time we have another Sex Soiree!"

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Parker was in some kind of break room at the park, for the building was small and only had another room meant for park rangers to meet and greet patrons who had questions, concerns and whatnot besides where he was. Keeping Vynny squished between his chest, he occasionally squeezed around those flaccid poles still trapped inside his cunny as folks with microphones hounded him with questions.

“Are you a supernatural sex god?" “Were you born ready to be a nymphomaniac?" “Are you and Vynny going to challenge each other again?" “Are you going to retire from that long session?" All of those and more were thrown at Parker like kids throwing rocks into a lake to try and get some skips from them, but he pointed out who asked the third from the list he paid attention to and shook his head.

“Net. Vould be vaste of both careers. Prefer if ve stay apart." More questions came, but Parker was staring off into space while his cunny continued to flex. Just when he thought he was about to make himself climax off Vynny's dicks, he felt those soft sticks ooze out a load-for those balls were scrunching up against Parker's inner thigh-that was quickly sucked in deep.

“Do you plan on challenging others with really huge penises to Sex Soirees?" A professional reporter asked, Parker tracking the voice down to a ram clad in nothing but a blazer due to the heat. The bra underneath suggested lady, but Parker kept it on the fence since he's seen guys wear bras to hoist their moobs before.

“I do not challenge. Others challenge me. If they vant sex, then I give. If they lose, then so be it."

“What if you lose?" That seemed to quell the curious questions bombarding the ovine from all cylinders, for all the reporters went silent in hopes of an answer. Parker snorted at the hush that befell them all.

“I don't lose. I only let my guard down." The pressure of more prods at what he planned to do next were dismissed with his departure. The room was getting stuffy anyway and most of the reporters came to regret huffing out their frustration of not being answered.

Parker lumbered his way over to where the gates of the park were. The bushes were thicker there and it'd serve as a better means to not only hide Vynny but also have him on his way once he came to. Though, Parker didn't let him slide out of those boxers willy-nilly. You can bet those pussy muscles were working those cocks like a mechanized pump still, and if one paid attention you could hear the *squuuelch* of each torrent of fluids squirting out of Parker like a power hose being flicked on and off in some form of subtle game between partners.

With Vynny's near-comatose state, only a minute of standing near the exit had to pass before the true finality of their fun came to an end with a dollop of cum from both dicks. Parker removed Vynny from his chest and pulled them up out from his boxers so that they weren't stuck on or inside of him, unceremoniously dumping them on the ground and pulling his boxers back up before pushing his way out of the gate. Parker was huge, gut sloshing around with cum yet to be properly absorbed by his body, so would be taxing for the first time in a long time.

And he smelled like a walking orgy in progress.

Once he opened the gate, Parker spared one last look to Vynny, examining his form in case he still stuck out in his hiding place. His dicks were laid out over his belly, so Parker could see those shrunken balls trying to recover from that drain of a ride. The sheep chuckled and slowly meandered his way over to the laid-out deer and squatted down before lifting them up to bring that messy crotch to Parker's face. It seemed rather odd, but the intent was made clear as Parker took a firm but unthreatening bite on Vynny's sack. The deer groaned in his unconscious state but made no move to wake up, leaving Parker to leave a nice little marking on that musky package before nibbling his way up to those cock heads.

It's just a way to keep a permanent reminder to Vynny's body that he had been dominated at his peak. That he beat Vynny at his own game and was left with only a minor bellyache. No wool off his hide.

He left the deer on the ground a second time and hauled his way up, burping on the way out past the gate towards home.

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It's been a fair week or so since Vynny took a leave from pornos to recover from that Sex Soiree. His lap was teetering on being completely dismantled from their proper places, so he had been commissioned a wheelchair for safety reasons rather than actually being paralyzed. His crotch was basically rendered poofy from all the ice he needed on his package, and he might have caught a cold from being left out for so long without any proper layers. But, he wasn't lamenting his loss for one bit.

Oh no, he was glad he got to test his mettle against Parker again, rather than being taken by surprise. Who knows, maybe they'll come from being competitors in the porn scene to being genuine se-

Vynny's phone began to ring, prompting him to look over at the buzzing cell on the coffee table ahead of him and then grab it before he missed who it was. His manager had already gave him their well wishes and hoped to see him soon already, so when he saw it was a somewhat familiar number but not logged down with a name, he answered with neutral confidence.

“Hello?"

“Wynny." Parker's voice...Hell, hearing the sheep speak made Vynny's dicks twitch in preemptive fear of being tortured with another ride.

“What now, Parker…? I can't even get up and move around anymore thanks to you, what else could you rub in my fa-"

The sheep cut Vynny off from further accusatory presumptions. “I want a rematch."

Wait...Didn't they win? What's the point of another go if Vynny's down 0-2? “Why? You're on a winning streak here, buddy. Not me."

“You seeded me."

“Yeah...that's what nutting in someone does. Seeding."

“No, you ?????1. You seeded me. I am carrying now." Vynny wasn't sure why Parker's broken english made it so much harder to understand, but when it clicked the deer's eyes turned into saucers.

“I...knocked you up?"

“I am not repeating self. I want rematch. After young is born. Final."

“Um...okay? When are you due?"

“Friday." Vynny checked his calendar from his phone for how long until then, and he was a bit relieved that it was only three days away.

“Sheesh, your womb must be on a whole new level of productivity. I'll try to make it if you have to go to a hospi-"

“Net. I come to you. Birth in your home. Your child." And before Vynny could object and say that it's probably a bad idea to be going around outside with how putrid he smelled, the line was cut and the deer was left to stare into space again.

Man...to think he went from being at the peak of his life with his mega dicks only to be brought back to earth by a sexual deviant with a pussy that can tame any cock, and now...he's gonna be a dad…

Should probably work on investing in getting baby stuff. Better call his manager.