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Pre-Game Preperation (Art + Story) By Bianchi -- Report

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"Christ, what a tight little bitch you are!" Bianchi roared as he drove his massive hips into the chubby otter's plump asscheeks. "I knew you would be an eager little whore, the way you would always stare at my ass once practice was over."

Thomas panted and huffed, a smile on his face as his guts were pounded into oblivion on the locker room floor.

When the team's often vacant locker room attendant position opened, Thomas never imagined he would get it, let alone draw the eye of the team captain.

For weeks, the shy, horny otter's eyes were cast to the ground, too afraid to even peak at the slabs of hotness that surrounded him, save for this evening, when he dared to sneak a peak at Bianchi's massive, muscular backside. The donkey turned just in time to meet his gaze, a lustful hunger in the equine's eyes as he stared the shy otter down.

That fleeting moment of boldness would come back to fuck Thomas in the ass later that night as the two were left alone, and he couldn't be any happier.

Bianchi roared as he hilted Thomas, his massive cock pumping the squealing otter until gobs of thick seed oozed from his abused sphincter and pooled into a puddle on the floor.

Thomas fell to the tile in a slump, wheezing and clutching his gut as his own cock spurted its measly load onto the damp floor.

"That...that was amazing," Thomas said, breathless.

"Oh no, my cream filled treat. That was just preparation."

Thomas' eyes went wide as a deafening stomach rumble let loose above him, the donkey's massive frame blocking out dim ceiling lights as he straddled the otter.

"Don't look so surprised! It's the night before the big game, and I haven't had my pre-game meal yet. I swear, all you little star fuckers are all the same, never even bright enough to question why this position goes vacant so often."

Thomas rolled over in a panic, his heavy gut sloshing as he looked up in disbelief at the mountainous ass descending upon him.

"Feel free to squirm. I fucking love when you bitches squirm."

-End

A wonderful commission piece, courtesy of Pandottermon

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ChaoskampfNunc

Posted by ChaoskampfNunc 7 years ago Report

I'm sure he'll squrim, little bitches always squrim

SoreaRunemaster

Posted by SoreaRunemaster 7 years ago Report

Poor Otter, he's lost on Bianchi's forever now. At least he went out becoming one with something he loved.