Unorthodox Animal Control
“Piss,” Leech groused, pushing through the underbrush.
It was hard enough to poke her way through the woods, but doing it on a dark, cloudy night made the endeavor even more of a challenge. She wasn’t usually one to meander around in the wilderness at night, but she’d been particularly restless. With nobody and nothing to play with, feeling the spark of adventure burning within herself, she set off into the wild.
Contrary to popular belief, or the stories told to scare foals, there really wasn’t all that much to be worried about in forests after sunset - sure, there may be a few critters skulking about or doing their business, but they mostly kept to themselves. She’d spent a fair chunk of her childhood on her own, both in and out of cities, leading to her being just as comfortable around ponies as she was around wildlife. Traipsing about in the bush was surprisingly comforting for her - it always had been - and it was a darn good way to find free snacks.
Though she wasn’t sure where she was going that particular evening, her gut told her to roam north of town; considering she’d made her way into the village from the south, and explored both to the east and west, it felt like a logical area to check out. There weren’t many paths or roads leading into the region, so far as she knew, which likely meant the terrain wasn’t suitable for travel or farming. Weaving through the trees, occasionally stepping over the odd root or uneven patch of earth, she pressed onward.
Being no stranger to aimless wanderings, she was savvy enough to recognize some sort of a clearing ahead. Though the moonlight was barely visible, though the clouds overhead, she was definitely moving towards a break in the trees. Passing a particularly large oak, she froze; she didn’t find a glade, nor a thin patch of land - no, what she found was far more interesting.
The ruins of some ancient, crumbling structure greeted her, backlit by the pale effulgence from above. If she had to guess, judging by its size, it was some sort of an outpost or small keep, but she had no way of knowing for sure. Large, roughly hewn blocks of stone formed the framework of a large building, with a few vacant windows dotting along the side. Creeping closer, wondering what sort of treasures may lay within, she went on high alert; even if there wasn’t anyone in the abandoned structure, something may be calling the dilapidated place home.
As silently as a field mouse, with her cat-like eyes fully dilated, she snuck to an open doorway. The place was probably empty, long having been picked over by any passersby, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t worth checking out. She’d made a few good finds in her day, including a stash of premium brandy hidden under a floorboard at a rundown motel, so she may find something worth keeping. Just as she poked her head into the ruins, her ears swiveled towards a noise.
“Hello?” she called, surprised that someone was actually there.
She didn’t think that the sound had come from an animal, almost seeming like a deep sigh, so she figured she’d be cautious. If there were any critters inside, her call would probably scare them off - if not, at least she was ready. Dealing with wildlife wasn’t that much of a concern - if anything, she was more worried about running into some deranged recluse.
Remaining motionless, with one hand one the stone door-frame, she listened intently; sure enough, after a moment, something caught her ear. The sound of soft footfalls drew her attention to the side, towards what looked like a stairwell going to a cellar, causing her to tense. Whatever was moving in her direction wasn’t wearing any shoes - at least, it sure as hell didn’t sound like they were - which set her on edge.
Shifting her weight, preparing to bolt, she waited by the exit - that was, until something wholly unexpected appeared. Loping up the stairs, completely nude, a bat pony came into view - more precisely, a bat pony stallion. Covered in slate grey fur, with a mop of dirty blonde hair and shortly cropped tail, he confusedly scanned the chamber. Not only was the guy buck naked, but he was also pretty large and well built.
Unsure of how to handle the situation, with her sense of reason warring with the sight of a total hunk, her indecision cost her. Quietly chittering to himself, the stranger’s eyes shot towards the mare. Looking her up and down, with a look of disbelief plastered on his face, he glowered.
“Who are you?” he asked, stepping towards her.
Leech wasn’t wasn’t sure what was more surprising - the guy’s lack of tact or flagrant disregard for his shameless display. Seeing little point in trying to hide, she sauntered out to greet him. If things took a turn, or if she tried to run, she’d have one heck of a time trying to outrun him, since he could easily go airborne. Displaying her palms, showing she was unarmed, she smiled.
He really wasn’t a bad looking stallion, tall and well built, and he didn’t seem to be unhinged. His eyes were alert and focused, the few words he’d said were clear and to the point, and he looked to be in decent health. Be damned if she could explain why he was bare-assed in the middle of nowhere, but she had every intention of finding out.
“Nice to meet you too, mister I don’t give a shit about pants,” she chuckled, trying not to look at his equipment. Stopping just out of arm’s reach, she extended a hand. “The name’s Leech, and you are…?”
“What are you doing out here?” the stallion growled, baring his fangs.
Though she may not have been what many would call an academic, the life of a vagabond had imparted a number of skills with Leech - among which being the ability to read people. Though the guy clearly wasn’t pleased with her presence, he wasn’t openly hostile. His posture was relatively relaxed, he’d taken a neutral stance, and he lacked any of the telltale signs of aggression - in short, his bark appeared to be worse than his bite.
“If we’re going to play it like that,” she began, petulantly crossing her arms over her chest, “that’s fine. I’ll answer one of yours, if you answer one of mine - that sound fair?”
Squinting over at her, his brow creased. “You need to get out of here.”
“Yeah, no, that’s not happening. So I’m Leech,” she repeated, offering him a handshake, “and you are?”
“Frost,” he murmured, disregarding the greeting. “Listen, Leech, I don’t know who you are and, to be honest, I don’t care who you are, but you need to leave...Now.”
“That’s not a question,” Leech huffed, flipping the unkempt mane from her face. “Why don’t you tell me - H...hey!” before she could finish her statement, she found herself being shoved towards the doorway. “What the fuck?”
“Listen,” Frost relented, lowering his tone. “I’m not saying this just to mess with you, you need to get out of here…”
“If you give me a good reason why, I will,” she countered. Reaching up and flicking her horn, she sent the slightest bit of arcane power through the boney, rarely used protuberance. “It ain’t like I can’t defend myself.”
The last line, while technically true, was mostly a bluff. She’d never been all that skilled with sorcery, often forgetting that she could even use magic, although he didn’t know that. Seeing him shy away, looking to the heavens, she cocked her head and followed his gaze. Something was definitely up with him, but she couldn’t fathom what; unless there was a roc in the area, or possibly a dragon, he didn’t have anything to worry about in the sky.
“Seriously, are you ok? I don’t bite, unless someone’s into that kind of thing,” she snickered, unable to resist the small tease.
The comment, while harmless enough, caused Frost to leer down at her. “You’re...not right in the head, are you?”
She shrugged and innocently held up her hands, as she shook her head. “I mean, I ain’t that off - well, unless you count that one time I ate some mushrooms that I thought weren’t poisonous. Sweet Celestia, that was a bad trip. One minute, I’m just having a forest salad - the next, I’m waking up in a timberwolf den.”
“Wait,” the stallion blurted, grabbing her shoulders. “Were you bitten too?”
“I...what?” she croaked, taken off guard by his peculiar reaction. “I got a love nibble or two, but nothing that was too bad. Why?”
Lowering his head, bringing his snout to within an inch of her nose, he locked eyes with her. “I’m trying to ask if you’re a weretimberwolf.”
Staring dead at his face, doing her level best to tell if he was bullshitting, Leech burst into laughter. “Weretimberwolf - now I know you’re full of it! Those things don’t exist, I’d know, trust me!”
Growling, he rolled his head. “They really do exist, and that’s why you need to get away from here.”
Her laughter trailed off, as she gently brushed his hands away. “Lemme guess - you’re actually a weretimberwolf, a mythical creature which has never been seen before, and you came out here to spare anyone from your transformation…”
She’s heard and seen all sorts of wacky shit before, including having spotted the Mothmare once, but there was no such thing as a weretimberwolf. For starters, such creatures supposedly only emerged during a full moon - secondly, if they did exist, knowing her luck, she would have run into one before. Chuckling to herself, peering up at the night sky, she paused.
Between two passing clouds, far overhead, she spotted a full moon glowing above her. She hadn’t noticed the astronomical event earlier, likely because of how overcast it had been, but the wind seemed to be clearing the air of the rolling, wispy tufts. Glancing over at her newfound acquaintance, seeing him staring blankly to the heavens, a chill ran through her.
She would have dismissed the coincidence, had it not been for the lifetime of bizarre experiences she’d had. Between the bat pony’s odd behavior, where she’d found him, how she’d found him, and the fact that there was actually a full moon, her stance on lycanthropes was suddenly called into question. It was an odd situation, finding herself possibly facing some mythical beast, but she wasn’t fully convinced that he wasn’t just some stallion with a few screws loose.
“If you’re not pulling my leg, how would I know?” she asked, leveling a finger at the stallion.
“B...becau…” Frost trailed off, gazing at the disappearing and reappearing celestial body.
As a particularly thick bank of clouds rolled by, leaving the moon fully exposed, his eyes widened and glazed over; the sight of such an odd reaction would have been curious as it was, but things took a sudden and wholly bizarre turn. Staggering back, clutching the sides of his head, the stallion doubled over.
Reaching for him, genuinely concerned that something was seriously wrong, Leech rested a hand on his shoulder. “Are you-”
“Run!” he bellowed, swatting her arm away.
His eyes, up until that point, had been a somewhat dull amber color, though they’d inexplicably shifted to a brilliant golden hue. The abrupt shift in demeanor, as well as the outlandish reaction, caused her to backpedal, yet what she spotted in his mouth caused a pit to form in her stomach. Bat ponies normally had fangs, but Frost’s were much, much larger than they should have been.
Something told her to get away, to haul ass back to town, yet she found it difficult to move. She felt like a deer in the headlights, too stricken to do anything but watch the stallion contort and stumble towards the stairwell. Clutching himself, as if suffering some mortal wound, he unsteadily shambled across the chamber, stumbled, and fell to the floor.
Leech backed away, watching what could only be described as a nightmarish transformation unfold. The hair of Frost’s coat, mane, and tail lengthened, growing thick and shaggy, while his form increased in size. The muscles about his frame exploded in size, as his bones sickeningly cracked and expanded. Facing away from her, with only his back and shoulders visible, the view had been disconcerting enough, but it wasn’t until he rolled to the side that she saw how devastating his metamorphosis truly was.
His muzzle had increased in length and was brimming with large, decidedly carnivorous teeth. The pony’s features, while similar to before, were a bit different; his snout had elongated to a small degree, and his nose looked a bit more like a dog’s. Snarling to himself, with his lips curled, he thrashed about and nearly doubled in size. To nearly anyone, the scene would have been horrifying beyond reason, but Leech wasn’t just anyone.
“That’s kinda hot,” she whispered to herself, in awe of the spectacle.
Against her better judgement, fully aware that it probably wasn’t a good idea to stand there and observe a stallion turn into some monstrous, bestial wolf-thing, she didn’t budge. Just because he was changing into something distinctly dreadful didn’t mean he wouldn’t be reasonable - besides, how many ponies could say they’d seen an actual weretimberwolf in the flesh! Gnawing her lip, trying and failing not to get excited by the hunky hound, she defied her survival instinct and shuffled closer to him.
“Hey...Hey there big guy,” she softly announced, extending an arm.
The second her palm caressed Frost’s fur, he wheeled around and snarled. The pony she’d only just met was gone, replaced by a brutish beast. Her unease doubled, as he rose to his feet and loomed over her. Hunching slightly, without even raising to his full height, he towered above her by a solid three feet.
It was only then that she realized how screwed she was. If she tried to book it, she’d have an even harder time getting away, seeing as how he could more easily chase her through the forest on foot than on wing - not just that, but if she had to guess, he could more than likely track her scent with ease. Considering her chances of fleeing were perilously thin, she’d have to resort to her backup plan; if she was figuratively fucked, she may as well try to be literally fucked.
Slowly, so as not to startle or upset the massive creature, she reached into her shorts. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t gotten a little turned on watching a stallion suffer through a cronenbergian metamorphosis, something she was more than happy to use to her advantage. Massaging her snatch and wetting her fingers with her marish juices, she cautiously offered her hand to him.
If Frost was as far gone as she thought, being reduced to the mental capacity of a wild animal, her best option was to show off her submissive side. Sniffing the air, the beast’s head wandered to her digits. His expression softened ever so slightly, though he was still extraordinarily tense. Seeing his agitated state, putting the ball in his court and waiting to see how he’d respond, the mare remained motionless.
Pressing his large, wet nose squarely against her fingers, with his eyes trained on her face, he loudly huffed. It didn’t look like he was going to maul her - then again, it wasn’t like she’d ever confronted a wereanything before. Shrinking down, making herself appear even smaller than she already was, she averted her gaze; it may have been excessive, but there definitely wasn’t any harm in making good and damn sure that he didn’t consider her a threat.
With Frost drawing in her scent, the pair remained motionless. With little else to do, waiting to see what his next move was, Leech began to examine him a bit more closely. Though his coat was thicker and more course, there was no missing just how much of an absolute unit he was; he’d been pretty well built before he’d turned into a wolf monster, but his increased size had left him completely jacked.
The creature’s thighs appeared to be as thick as her waist, while his biceps made her arms look like matchsticks. She had little doubt that, were he provoked, he could break her in half like a twig, though that’s not what she was interested in - no, the depraved parts of her mind drew her attention to the part of him that may split her like a log. As her eyes ultimately settled on his groin, her marehood excitedly seized upon itself.
Frost’s package, like the rest of him, had grown significantly and taken several distinctively wolf-like qualities. His pair of ripe, fuzzy nuts, each as large as her fist, were complemented by a shaggy, completely massive sheath. Had her actions until that point been a total failure, she wouldn’t have been privy to the spear-like tip of crimson flesh peeking from its furred confines.
She couldn’t say why she’d had so many run-ins with canid critters lately, what with her shenanigans with diamond dogs and Mlemy, but she definitely wasn’t opposed to a bit of knotty action. Emboldened, hoping she was winning him over, she made a bold move. Moving her hand slightly, she lightly stroked the side of Frost’s muzzle.
His lip curled at her touch, while an ominous, deep rumble escaped his throat. It was pretty clear that he wasn’t comfortable enough with her for the contact, yet that didn’t mean she didn’t have a few tricks up her sleeve. Dogs and wolves were interesting creatures, having a pecking order among their pack, and there was one way that they could easily show subservience to one another. Easing herself down, moving at a glacial pace, she settled into a deep squat and rolled onto her back.
Showing her belly wasn’t just a sign of deference, it allowed her to try and tempt the behemoth in an even more obscene way. Unhurriedly removing her trunks, drawing them up her legs and letting them fall to the ground, she presented herself spread-eagle. If the sight of a nearly nude, supine female didn’t tickle the primitive parts of the beast’s mind, she felt certain that he was either exceptionally gay or asexual to the core.
Just to put the cherry on top, one hand crept between her legs, kneaded her sex, and spread her marehood for him. The dark flesh of her lower lips parted, giving him a view of her succulent, pink, and decadently juicy interior; it was the perfect accoutrement to her shameless display, and it had an immediate effect. The brutish creature’s cock slowly emerged, giving her her first good look at his endowment.
Bearing a pointed head and girthy shaft, Frost’s length was, in a word, gorgeous. Unlike a pony’s stallionhood, with a blunt, battering-ram like crown, the monster’s equipment seemed like it was designed for maximum penetration. The long, meaty shaft gave way to an obscenely large, bulbous root, which remained just inside his sheath; she knew good and damn well what knots were used for, and the thought alone sent a shiver up her spine.
“Woof,” she playfully barked, fondling one tit and rubbing her clit.
It wasn’t her fault that she was so lecherous - at least, that’s what she told herself; she simply had a penchant for carnal matters. At some point or another, in her youth, she’d embraced her slatternly side and trained herself accordingly. While some had aspirations of decadence, riches, or grand adventures, she’d devoted herself to the carnal arts.
Frost lowered himself onto all fours, bringing his head low to the ground, before he inched between her legs. Drawing in her scent, coming to a halt mere inches from her snatch, he inhaled deeply. Leech invitingly held her sex open for him, hoping he’d give her a lick, but his actions took a sudden and jarring turn. Grabbing her ankles, he stood and hauled her from the ground.
“Fuck,” she reflexively bleated, finding herself airborne and upside down.
The abrupt transition hadn’t been what she’d expected, yet she quickly discovered what he had in store for her. Struggling to orient herself, several sharp somethings pressed against her abdomen, rump, and lower back. Craning her head and peering up her body, she gulped. The big bastard had moved his head between her legs and held her entire groin in his jaws.
Her arousal mingled with apprehension, only then realizing the predicament she was in. If Frost bit down, there was a very real chance that he could crush her pelvis and possibly murder her. Flexing her abs and bringing herself towards his face, hoping to assuage him, her prayers were answered. Without any warning whatsoever, his large, muscular tongue played over her marehood.
The single lick was enough to send bolts of pleasure coursing through her frame, but he was far from finished with her. Lavishing her nethers, coating his taste buds in her juices, he set upon her like a starved animal. She couldn’t say if he was tenderizing her, like one would a prime cut of steak, or simply enjoying himself, but she didn’t care - either way, it felt fan-fucking-tastic. Relaxing, dangling above the ground, she did the only thing one could when faced with a legendary monster she had no way of defeating - she enjoyed herself.
“R...right there,” she sighed.
Situated as she was, with her gargantuan friend holding her calves above his shoulders, there wasn’t all that much she could do, yet she couldn’t resist trying. Flexing her legs, she attempted to bring her heels over his back. If she could hitch her heels on him, she may get enough leverage to pull her snatch deeper into his cavernous jaws; it was an absurd and, some may say, suicidal idea, but she figured it couldn’t hurt to try - after all, if he was going to eat her, he shouldn’t half ass it.
Frost snarled, showing his fangs yet again, yet he didn’t bite down. Either he had some intellect left, having figured out what she was doing, or he really liked to munch on pony puss. Shifting his grip, rested her knees on his shoulders, and drove his head forward. His tongue played over her entrance, for the briefest of moments, before he sent the long, muscular organ plunging into her depths.
It was fair enough to say that Leech had been eaten out a fair number of times, relishing some pre-fucking oral, but it was exceedingly rare that she be caught off guard by someone’s cunnilingus skills. As his tongue slammed into her cervix, thrashing at and bathing her inner gate, she gasped. She could count on one hand the number of times she’d received a muff-munching so intense, causing her heart to skip a beat.
Despite the precarious and amazing situation she found herself in, her hands wandered towards Frost’s muzzle. His nose rested just below her tits, allowing her to easily pet and stroke the sides of his face. It was pretty obvious that he wasn’t intending on killing her, unless he was some sort of sadist who enjoyed playing with his food, but she couldn’t resist giving him a little bit of affection.
“Who’s a - Oh Celestia,” she grunted, feeling his tongue prod at her womb, “a...a good boy.”
“Rrrrrrrrrr,” he tersely replied, his vitriol standing in stark contrast to his amorous actions.
Craning her head to the side, seeing his tail lightly swishing behind him, she breathed a sigh of relief. Weird giant monster dog or not, a wagging tail meant she wasn’t in as much trouble as she’d originally thought. Grinning victoriously to herself, gently scratching the sides of his snout, she grinned up at him.
“That’s right, you’re a good boy!” she childishly assured him, squeezing his head between her legs. She really did like canines, having had one when she was a foal, so wrangling with a titanic one was actually kind of fun, in a twisted, perverse, somewhat bloodcurdling fashion. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you!”
His ministrations redoubled, transitioning from the deep, exploratory teasing to eager lapping of her entrance. Honestly, she couldn’t say which technique was better, with both having a certain charm, but that was of little consequence - regardless, the telltale sensation of an impending climax gradually welled within her. Stroking the patch between his eyes, she shivered in delight.
It was a bit regretful that she wasn’t facing the other direction, since that would have meant a suspended sixty-nine, but she wasn’t about to complain. If he was like most guys, he wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d gotten his rocks off - an act she’d gleefully volunteer her services for. Even if she didn’t get a chance for a beastly blowjob, she’d make sure she got some canine cream on or preferably in herself before they were finished - even if it meant she’d have to beg like a good little bitch.
Minutes passed, with Leech staving off her inevitable release, before Frost retracted his tongue and pulled away. Awkwardly grabbing her waist, pulling her off himself and easing her down, he licked her cooling juices off his furry chops. There was no denying how bizarrely hot it was to see a living, breathing monster’s face covered in her nectar, spurring her to kick things up a notch.
Though she was tempted to step over and wrap her lips around the mammoth meaty monolith throbbing at his groin, giving herself a taste of him, that could wait. After he was done pumping a pound’s worth of dog nut into her foal-factory, which is something she wasn’t going to let him get away without doing, she’d be able to suck him clean. Licking her chops, spying a bead of pre-cum creeping down his shaft, she leisurely spun around and settled into a deep squat.
Getting onto her knees, she hastily removed her shirt and bra. If she was about to get plowed like a bitch in heat, she may as well play the part accordingly - that and she’d rather not have her clothes torn to shreds and/or covered in jizz. Buck naked, settling onto her knees, she leaned forward, pressed her chest to the cool earth, and reached behind herself. As she prized her buns apart, flagging her tail and wiggling her rump from side to side, she couldn’t help but issue a terrible invitation.
“I got somewhere for you to bury that bone, big boy…”
With what she could only assume was a pleased snort, he strode towards her. Finally, at long last, she’d be able to check the Fuck a Cryptid off her bucket list. Content to let him mount her, closing her eyes and contentedly humming to herself, she was in for yet another rude surprise. The hulk grabbed ankles, flipped her onto her back, and drove her legs up and over her head.
She definitely hadn’t been expecting missionary, let alone the advantageous mating press Frost seemed keen on throwing her into, but the development was a pleasing one. Being railed from behind was fun and all, but she actually preferred looking at her mate’s face; something about watching someone, when they blew a load in her, couldn’t be beat. With her hands suddenly free, her fingers danced up his neck, to his jaw, and cradled his face.
Shuffling forward on his knees, Frost ground his dick over her cunt. Actually feeling the heat of his tool would have been enchanting enough, but finally seeing its size contrasted against her relatively small frame caused her marehood to hungrily wink. His cock was draped over her groin, coming to rest just below her rib cage, giving her a good view for just how badly he’d be rearranging her insides. She could already tell she’d be getting one hell of a belly bulge from the big bastard, seeing the imprint of his goods within her gut, and the thought drove her wild.
Even without a clear view of his knot, since it was nestled within its furry hot pocket of a sheath, she had little doubt that it would be more than big enough to plug her snatch and let his creamy deposit marinate in her womb. She truthfully didn’t know if he was trying to get her worked up, but she’d had enough of it. Bucking upwards, she ground her groin against him.
“Come ooooooooon,” she quietly whined, sweetly scratching his chin. “Don’t you want to put a litter in…” she trailed off, as he gradually rocked back and brought the tip of his length to her entrance.
Locking eyes with her, as his tool came into position, he drove his hips forward. Simply gazing at such a magnificent package hadn’t done justice to the divine sensation it delivered, as it stretched her canal and ground into her depths. Bearing all the size of a well endowed stallion, but being several degrees hotter and with a pointed head, his dick felt amazing.
Being so close to him allowed her to catch the first tantalizing whiff of his scent. Earthy and primal, fitting perfectly with his predatory nature, his musk was downright intoxicating. Ponies could smell pretty hot, especially if they’d worked up some fresh sweat, but something about the aroma of a meat eater triggered the prey areas of her mind and upped the perverse stimulation up to unimaginable heights.
Pinned beneath him, as his crown smashed against her cervix, her hands shot to her tits. She’d had her womb pounded more times than she could count, and she couldn’t wait for him to be the next one to despoil her. Between his size, strength, equipment, and savage streak, he probably wouldn’t be taking his time or caring too much about her comfort - a fact that her masochistic side was dying to experience. Peering down at her, he leaned in, clamped his jaws to either side of her face, and jammed his tongue into her mouth, a split second before started plowing.
The monstrous makeout session elevated the entire experience. His tongue thrashed around in her muzzle, coating her palate with his saliva, but that wasn’t the best part. Thrusting into her like a beast possessed, his rhythm was absolutely savage. Most mares would have been horrified by the prospect of being pinned down and screwed by something so nightmarish and huge, but not her - no, she was far from what many would call normal or sane.
Even if she hadn’t spread her legs and offered herself to him, she felt as though he would have taken her all the same; the thought was almost as hot as the act itself, fanning the flames of her lust and demanding that she reciprocate his passion. Carefully twisting her head, virtually fellating his tongue, she steadily clenched and relaxed her depths; held down, with the use of her legs robbed from her, it was the best she could do - still, she wished she could lock her ankles around his waist and draw him deeper.
“Harder you big - Mmmph?!” her goading was cut woefully short, as his long, sinuous tongue was forced into her throat.
The sensation of the squirming appendage choking her airway, paired with a deep growl from Frost, caused her to cum on the spot. Climactic nectar erupted out of her snatch, dribbling through the cleft of her ass and coating her lover’s nuts. Abandoning the grip on her tits, she reached up and grasped his head. She wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot, and she needed him to know it’d take more than one orgasm to put her under.
His jaw flexed, increasing the pressure on her skull, as he ramped up the intensity. Either he’d viewed her embrace as a challenge or an invitation to rut her harder - either way, she got exactly what she desired. Bearing down, nearly crushing her beneath himself, he rammed the entirety of his cock into her. As her cervix was breached, allowing his tool to sink into and bump against the back of her womb, her rapture redoubled.
The sensation of being fucked so hard and so deep used to be uncomfortable, but a lifetime of dubious life choices and, shall we say, adventurous conquests had left her astonishingly malleable. The raw intensity of accommodating something so large was indescribable, evoking a physical and psychological ecstasy beyond belief. Though she couldn’t see it, blinded by the terrifying interior of Frost’s cavernous, fang-filled maw, she could feel his knot teasing her entrance.
“Come on,” she bellowed, spitting his tongue from her mouth.
Pulling away, heedlessly scratching the sides of her face against his canines, she roughly grabbed his cheeks and retracted her head from his muzzle. The moment the mythical monster’s member had slipped into her, common sense had gone out the window - as such, she didn’t care what he ended up doing to her. If she was going to get railed then eaten by the big bastard, at least she would have died doing what she loved.
As she locked eyes with him, causing his motions to falter, she drew a breath. “Quit fucking around and breed me,” she demanded.
Glowering at her, nearly snarling, he shifted slightly. Instead of going for her face, he locked his jaws over her collar and neck, further asserting his dominance. Leech gasped, feeling his teeth dig into her flesh. The twinge of pain mingled with her bliss, coalescing into something all the more greater. Brutally pounding her, with all the force of a freight train, the fat root of his dick forced its way into her entrance.
The moment his knot slipped inside her, Leech howled to the heavens. The thick bulb was popping in and out of her snatch with every other thrust, but that was just a prelude to the impending highlight. Given his pace, force, and ferocity, it probably wouldn’t be too long before he reached his limit and, when that did happen, she’d be in for the real fun. Losing herself, discarding what little rationality she had left, she grabbed his ears and pulled.
“Pump a litter into me, you big, stupid mutt,” she goaded, yearning to be claimed. “Make me your bitch!”
Her comment didn’t fall on deaf ears, causing Frost to shift tactics once again. Hauling her legs higher, effectively leaving her balanced on her shoulders, he glared down at her and smiled - SMILED!!! The big son of a bitch definitely wasn’t as stupid as she’d initially thought, likely playing her like a fiddle from the very beginning, but there was little she could do. Rolling his hips back, withdrawing all but the very tip of his shaft, he drove everything he had into her.
Leech’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, as he started jackhammering her. She’d been right about his size; she could definitely see the imprint of his dog dick within her belly. Wickedly pulling and twisting her tits, dialing up the stimulation as much as she could, her mind started to fog. Though there were a million questions and concerns she had, only one held any precedence - she needed to be bred.
“D...don’t - Oh fuck - don’t stop,” she wheezed.
The sight of his knot rhythmically forcing its way into and out of her confines was enchanting. She’d probably be sore for a few days, walking funny for the better part of a week, and it’d likely take a month before her marehood regained its signature tautness, but she couldn’t care less. So long as she got every drop of cum in his ripe, fuzzy nuts, she’d let him do as he pleased.
Harder and harder, faster and faster, he used her like a living, breathing sex doll. She couldn’t rightly say how long they’d been going at it, having suffered through no fewer than a half dozen climaxes, but his wildly throbbing cock eventually shook her from her cum-drunk reverie. The time had come, she was about to get her rich, virile reward.
Just as swiftly as he’d begun, Frost hilted. Leech mewled out, writhing beneath him, as the colossal base of his length steadily grew larger and larger. She had no way to tell just how big his knot was getting, but it pushed her considerable skills and durability to the very limit. Her pelvis groaned, her uterus clung to the head of his cock, and she grit her teeth. Just when the intensity of it all was becoming too much to bear, the beast’s dam broke.
A deluge of spunk surged through Frost’s pulsing length, being deposited straight into her womb. The influx was jaw dropping, sending her into a feedback loop of mind breaking, unfettered ecstasy. She could feel the heat of his seed seeping into every nook and cranny of her depths, flowing to her very ovaries, and the sensation broke her. As he triumphantly howled to the moon, her slatternly cries joined his.
There were few things in life as awe inspiring, for Leech, as having a hulking brute pin you down and fill your womb - at least, not for Leech. Knowing she was capable of taking such a merciless fucking, that she’d been able appease something so much more powerful than herself, was gratifying beyond words. She’d learned fairly early on that she was a slut, but she embraced the title.
There were moments in her life when she was very thankful for her automatic biological functions, and this was one of those times. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t move - hell, even breathing felt like a chore - still, her body kept her alive. Her higher functions escaped her, leaving her weaving in and out of consciousness, though there was one thing she was vaguely aware of - he didn’t leave her.
Curling his colossal frame around her, while his knot stayed lodged in her snatch, he held her close. Perhaps he viewed her as a mate, sheltering and protecting her from the world, or maybe he was just a slut for post-coitus snuggles - either way, she eventually regained some semblance of composure with him beside herself. Chest to chest, hugging his torso, she wearily pushed herself away - that was, until she felt some resistance at her groin.
As she peered downward, she froze. Her gut had ballooned to a comedic size, leaving her looking positively gravid, but that wasn’t the problem; the problem was that she was still tied to the big lug. If Frost was anything like a diamond dog, chances were high that she wasn’t going anywhere for at least half an hour. Scrunching her snout, she looked up towards his face. To her surprise, he softly dozed beside her, breathing deeply with a contented smile on his face.
She sighed, realizing she’d probably be stuck for the better part of the night, but it wasn’t all bad. For all intents and purposes, she’d kept a horrifying creature away from the populace and possibly saved dozens of lives - she was a fucking hero! Smiling to herself, she embraced the massive, shaggy mutt; even if nobody believed her, she’d gotten one hell of a story to tell. Drifting off, happy to sleep away the insane bedding she’d had, the mare absentmindedly rubbed several scabbing bite marks on her collar and upper chest…