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Clearing out a Bandit Den

O n a hot, summer day in the forest well-beyond the domain of any king, ruled a well-renowned bandit camp. A plethora of deserters, mutineers, highwaymen - and brigands that always seemed to have the upper-hand against any would-be heroes that ventured out to defeat them.

It seemed as if this lucky-streak of incapable heroes could never end. Their most recent capture - a deerman, mistaken at first for a fine, lithe doe seemed to be continuing this trend. Another adventurer now awaiting their fate, captured in a large, wooden longhouse that served as a dungeon. Word quickly spread throughout camp. Guards mumbled to each other - wondering what the Boss would do to the prisoners. Some muttered of a conspiracy to finally push the bandits out... But no one knew for certain, what was about to happen - and even fewer could even guess what would have happened later that afternoon...

G uards eagerly patrolled around the deerman's cell. Each guard having a_certain_ vision with how they'd treat their newest prisoner - the deer Calvin. But they held themselves back for now - soon enough, orders would come down and they'd all have some fun with him, starting with the boss who seemed to enjoy breaking in new prisoners himself. Of course - they all put their bets, still uncertain on what gender the deer was. Calvin of course - knew the answer, protesting that he was indeed, very much a guy - but that ass told a different story. A few of the guards - avowed womanizers, even oogled his impressive rear.

Can this whole show hurry up? As cute as a few of these guys are - I'm damned hungry. Calvin grumbled to himself, awaiting his fate in his cell. His big fat butt - unfortunately lacking the calories it needed to get back to it's impressive heft and size... Such was the perils of traveling the road on foot...

He should have taken a carriage. At least then - that big fat ass of his would still be more than gropable. Saving him the trouble of all regaining all that caloric intake that these bandits would surely provide...

F inally, in an ostentatious display - the Boss of the bandit warband, a burly anthro-bearman who went by the name of Boris, clad in white fur befitting his polar origins, strod through at the center of his bandit encampment. His small legion of bandits greeted him humbly - parting way. Massive minotaur-barbarians capable of single-handily waylaying the King's patrols humbly stepped aside. Clever fox archers saluted in formation, as Boris strode through.

They were admittedly a ragtag group of outlaws and thieves, but Boris had a way of keeping them in line - a level of discipline and skill that brought them great results. Infamy - even.

As he approached the makeshift prison where the deerman was being held captive, Boris couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

What kind of fool would skulk around my woods - alone? He wondered to himself. Perhaps some overconfident fool, in desperate need to be shown his place.

Sure enough, as he made his way inside - he encountered the deerman, laying down on the straw floor - largely naked, save for wearing a greenish robe, lifted up conspiciously over his ass - easily mistakable for a derriere of a female, at first glance.

"Finally._Someone worth talking to." The deerman said. A hint of disdain, ego, and sneering indifference all wrapped up in a single line. "Now - what brings you here, _stud?" He smirked.

Boris took the sight in, for a second. He was _definitely_not noticing that bubbly-shaped ass, perfect for breaking in. No - he was _surely_overlooking the deer, thinking about what kind of ransom he'd bring in for his men. How long he could keep him here - how long that ego would last, after he'd-

The deerman smirked, his legs kicking back, posturing himself and finally getting up. That brief hypnotic spell wore off Boris - as he shuddered.

Indeed - it was a sight to behold - an anthro femboy deer with antlers that would put a stag to shame. But it wasn't just his physical appearance that caught Boris's attention; it was his ego.

"So, how much are you worth, again?" Boris grinned, darkly. "I would have paid attention, but that _ass_of yours is rather distracting. No wonder my men wanted to guard you so closely."

Complimented - perhaps even flattered, the deerman smirked.

"Oh, I'm worth plenty... Once I get started with your stupid encampment here. I'm just taking a break."

Boris chuckled.

"A break, hm? I'll switch your guards out for a few of my female retainers. I've dealt with your kind before - you don't impress me, you know."

Calvin smiled. A smile that almost said _'Just wait and see',_written right over it.

"Go ahead. You can't keep me here. Not for very long at least. I demand to be released at once - otherwise, I'm afraid I won't care too much for sparing you, big guy~" He smiled. "It's your last chance, you know."

Boris couldn't help himself. The sheer _smile_painted over his face, dealing with an egomaniac of this magnitude. He unlocked the iron-gate, the deerman's eyes raising in shock, as Boris stepped in.

"W-whoah, h-hold on, big guy! I don't even know your name, and you wanna get ahold of my goods?!" He bellowed, his antlers quivering with indignation. His butt wiggling and quivering even more, as he backed up against the wall, looking at Boris. A nice, juicy rear dripping with size - more than enough for a herbivore, as Boris growled - groping the femboy deer's ass, reaching under, squeezing those orbs of flab, as the deer protested.

"I'm Boris. But I'm sure - you probably guessed that." The tall, 10' bear grinned. "I'm sure we'll have plenty more time to make introductions..." He lingered, waiting for the deerman's response.

"Calvin." He said. The bearman's grip on his ass tightened - for a second.

"H-hey! I know my ass is impressive - but knock it off! Unless..." He said - suggestively, a flirtatious coming over Calvin as he wiggled his seductive body - a hand tracing his hips.

"Unless you want to let me go... Y'know... I'll be very grateful." He said - complete with a flirtatious grin. "Come on big boy - don't you want to get a nice, first-hand use of my ass, _before_all the other guys?" The deer teased.

It didn't take long for a tingling sensation to form in Boris's pants.

This slut... First thing out of his mouth is basically begging to get used... Boris thought - growling quietly. Bastard probably knows how horny I am too, not that I'd use some weakling deer like him to get off...

"Heh, well well... look who's turned around," he muttered, placing his large hand against the deer's butt. A hand drifted down, tempting to get started - when he noticed the deer's evil grin.

"Hmmh... Trying to lure me in, are ya'?" Boris said, pulling back for a second. It was a devilishly close call - this mage, or whatever he was, had almost gotten him... "Shame I'm not gonna fall for it."

Calvin looked at Boris, as if he was a momentary obstacle. He grunted, irritated, proudly wiggling his rear, as he frowned.

"Well. I suppose you have more brains than you look - though - maybe one of your cute bandit hunks will take a hint, and add to this nice fat rear. It's a matter of time, really. It's a shame. Plenty of big studs around here are gonna guard me, before I snag one of them right in my ass, and get even more _ padding _~" He grunted - his hand drifting back and pushing and squishing against his buttcheeks and making his round, bubbly ass bounce, as it shook side-to-side, the deer's tone of voice flirtatious, almost as much as his eyes.

"Once that happens, I doubt even you'll be able to resist me. All it'll take it just one." Calvin smirked.

Damn - he even almost got me. How the hell are we gonna keep him captive..? Boris thought to himself. That confidence briefly fading from him. It really was only a matter of time, with a deer rear that thick.

The deer's eyes narrowed, in a smug satisfaction. "Just say it... Calvin huffed. "You just don't even wanna ransom me, or get rid of me. You just wanna keep me around - you can't resist my juicy fat ass..." Calvin taunted - determined to keep teasing Boris.

At this point - Boris was fully under the spell of Calvin, lingering in the back of his mind. It _was_a nice ass. Something he desired very much - enough where Boris's mind was clouded enough. Whether it was from magic or lust - it was impossible to tell the difference.

"Yeah, I won't be releasing ya anytime soon... It would be a shame to waste a piece of meat like you," Boris murmured, his eyes sparkling in hardly-concealed lust, as he turned around, when Calvin pleaded again - the smug look on his face briefly being rubbed off. He _almost_had Boris in his grasp. Just a little bit more...

"W-wait. Don't leave me alone with these brutes!" Calvin said - concern slipping through the cracks as the bandit surrounding him leered and howled in amusement - the deer trying to stop him with his words. "Y-you know, they said they'd kill you - and then me..." He said - Boris stopping right at the exit, turning around.

Calvin tried his best to hide the dark, manipulative smile. He had his attention, now.

"What did you say?" Boris said, growling, marching towards Calvin with an angered, low snarl, his paws gripping the deer by the hips, flipping him over so his bare belly pressed against the rough wall. "Don't you dar-"

The deer grinned - as if Boris had fallen right into his trap. Which he completely did.

"They were talking all about how they'd kill you and fuck my tight little rump..." Calvin murmured, wiggling his ass against the bear's crotch as the bear snorted - as if protectively guarding his own property. A firm, padded hand grabbed the deer's ass - Calvin grinning darkly.

"Really now...?" Boris grunted. Only HE could fuck that deer's ass when he wanted to - when he needed to. The idea of some third-rate bandits mounting his little fucktoy deer... Before he even had a chance to break him in...

They wouldn't be anything without me. How dare they...

"Oh, big boy... Boris, right? Maybe you ought to let me go - I'm sure I can take care of those men of yours..." Calvin smirked. What he meant by that - was more than obvious.

A flash of anger sparked within Boris as the thought of one of his men using his prize filled his head. But - he couldn't be sure. What was the word of this doe - sorry, deer even worth?

He dropped Calvin, marching off and slamming the gate closed - and locking it behind him. Calvin's escape - stopped for the moment.

"He'll be back. They always come back..." Calvin sighed. "I should have really kept all that blubber on, coming here. Would have made things a lot less difficult."

B oris furiously masturbated in his private quarters, growling as he angrily thought about who would dare go behind his back. Angrily - the polar bear unbuttoned his pants, a throbbing, hard foot-long cock flopping out, as he got to work. Deducing in one part of his mind - fantasizing about fat, massive jiggling deer-ass in the other part of his mind.

Regardless, both made a very wonderful combo, for any would-be detective work. Whatever enchantment had taken over Boris - it seemed to only strengthen with time.

"_ GRRRHhhh _! T-That fucking deer is MINE! I'd fuck him right here - if he wasn't so wily... Fuck..." Boris grunted.

The bear's quarters - usually well-kept, quickly was perfumed with his distinct musk, as Boris frantically jerked and stroked and jerked and stroked his thick member - as he grunted in desire - right as a poor courier came in. A courier he had sent out a few minutes earlier, to figure out what he could about the coup from his right-hand wolf - Loup de Garou.

"Sir, not even Loup seems to know anything about a mutiny, or a coup..." The poor wolfman said, nervously intruding on Boris's privacy - his commander looking up at him, a _deeply lustful_sneer clear on his face, right before the beer overturned his desk - grabbing the poor wolfman, and stuffing his snout right on his cock.

"_ MMMHPPP!" _The poor wolfman yelled - terrified of what was about to happen to him.

"Did I tell you to bother me?! _ Did I?!?! _"

_ "Ungfgl~" The wolfman tried to explain - looking up at the polar bear man - trembling in fear. The poor wolf choked on Boris's big throbbing dick, as the bear thrust it back and forth, and he caved, unable to refuse the taste of it. Those panicked grunts and muffled yelling turning into a compliant, accepting _mmpph's and gurgles.

Yet - it wasn't enough to please Boris. The only thing that could sate his lust - was that fat deer's ass, as that fat cock pulled out - the fat cockhead slipping over the wolf's head, in one, loud_schluuuuuuurp~_

"T-this is what you get... S-should have known better, making me do this..." Boris growled - and the poor wolf was slurped up, vanishing into the bear's shaft with a growl. A big, fat bulge squirming and panicking around in the bear's shaft

"T-that's it. All your good for is making this dick even bigger~" Boris groaned. "A half-decent use for you~"

The poor wolf slid down - vanishing into the bear's fuzzy balls, forcing them to expand outward as he was curled up in it's depths. Boris's fat balls - were clearly used to taking prey, as it immediately started churning, and made an unholy groan, as the poor courier tried kicking and escaping - writhing desperately, fighting as long as he can, before he sunk beneath the white, sloshing waves that threatened to overwhelm him, all while Boris sat his rear down in his chair - laying back, with a satisfied grrrh- his hand patting that massive sack of his.

"Hope your not expecting to last much longer~" Boris grunted.

M-maybe, I was good enough to get some kind of afterlife..._The wolf naively thought for a second. It was known throughout the camp of Boris's _indulgences_involving unruly bandits - and the grim prospect that Boris was more than capable of melting even their soul away. But surely - he didn't deserve that, _right?

Even if his commander, Boris was intent on turning him into seed - he'd still get a comfortable afterlife, for his hard work...

Right?

A n hour later - Boris had forgotten completely about the loyal, and dutiful service of that cocksnack. The only thing memorable about him - was the variety of_noises_ that came from those big fat balls, now ceasing, dooming the poor cocksnack to nothing but an oblivion of being melted down _again_into those bear balls - like it was a soul-furnace, turning souls into increased prowess for Boris.

Maybe - with a few thousand more sacrifices, Boris's cock could just slurp up a dragon or two, with ease. But for right now - Boris was just happy to get back to working hard - in that command tent of his, big fat balls swaying about as he pumped his cock more. All while the poor soul of the wolf-man pleaded to any creature capable of saving him. There was nothing - nothing but being melted down, for one final time...

M eanwhile, Calvin was working on his escape, from the camp's jail. His prediction about inevitably catching a lustful guard or two - proved very much correct. Quite literally - the next guard rotation was two horny goatmen - more than eager to satisfy themselves by opening up his cell, complimenting his ass...

Unaware of Calvin's particular_patron - let alone, Calvin's particular _talents, as one of the goatmen approached, a dark smile clear on his face as he realized he'd have a good hour with the deer, before trading off with his partner, or maybe the next guardshift...

The goatman approached Calvin - who was chained up to the wall. His big, fluffy rear completely exposed.

The grin on the goatman's face spoke volumes of his intentions while the other licked his lips eagerly, watching on. Calvin sighed inwardly but outwardly didn't react, just wiggling that big, fat butt.

Come on - get closer...

The first goatman grabbed Calvin roughly by his antlers on his head, pushing his tail aside to get at what he wanted most--Calvin's tight little hole. It was almost imminent - Calvin's grin stretching wider, and wider...

"Oh, you poor little fool~" The innocent deer grunted.

Only - instead of a scenario involving Calvin getting violated - the much more terrifying situation of the first goatman's fingers getting slurped, andpushed down the deer's _ass_occurred. Before he could even bleat in alarm - that first poor guard was shoved halfway up his ass, squirming in terror as they pleaded to be let out.

"_ MmmmmPH! MUUURRMPH! _" The poor goatman bleated, muffled under the layers of fat on that jiggly ass, as Calvin sighed.

"Oh_come on, hot stuff~ Your gonna add sooo much_ weight back there..." He grunted - bitting his lip...

_ SCHLUUUUUUUUUUURP! _

The sound of what could be easily _mistaken_for an industrial machine quite literally drowned out the sounds of the poor goatman's begging, as his legs vanished - slurped up like a noodle.

The other goatman witness had his jaw drop, in pure horror and shock. Watching as Calvin just grunted, spreading out on his knees on the floor, glancing back. "Wanna join him?" He grunted, his lips lilting in a charming smile.

The goatman backed up - shocked, before slipping on a loose brick - his foot unfortunately coming into contact with the deerman's greedy ass.

SCHLUUUUUUURP!

"Oh my~ Jeez, you really_wanted to join him, huh?" Calvin smirked, almost _blushing._These bandits would be taken care of in _no time.

Both of those goatmen were pushed down further his rear by his anal-muscles. Pushed into his herbivoric gut, causing quite the bulge that pressed against the straw-coated ground, as he grunted - the deer's fat belly squishing against the ground, with a loud _grooowl._Though - he was far from content, the outline of the two poor goats screaming and pressing against his rounded belly gave Calvin a bashful look over him.

"Heh~ Glad we could spend some quality time together, boys..." he groaned, his belly churning, as his butt clenched and groaned. He could already feel it swell out - slowly...

"Gosh - you guys are gonna take _forever_to melt down, aren't ya? Well, better get comfortable... The next guard rotation isn't for... What, an hour, right?" Calvin said - examining his nails, darkly smiling. "Maybe you'll last long enough to have some friends. Or at least, friends that'll enjoy my _ ass _while you melt."

A n hour or two went by. Those two poor guards that were trapped deep inside his belly melted down - their pleading and begging ending - as they were turned into nothing but deer-padding, like they wanted. At least, that's what Calvin guessed - after all, all their complaining, and moping...

It's_like_ they wanted to get turned into deer fat, and have their souls digested and extinguished. But now - they were quiet, his big, rounded belly happily gwlorping as it shrank slowly - transfering calories right to that _expanded_ass of his, that he looked back with a smirk.

A wonderful, hefty amount of weight - enough he could feel his center-of-gravity shift...

"Jeez - really spoiling me, huh? And I'm just getting started... Hopefully your friends don't add too much more... Oh, what am I kidding... Of course they will..." Calvin grunted - letting out a soft _ UUUUURP _ that dominated the room - even causing those shackles to break off his hands, finally freeing him. The herbivore's gut heaving, as he got up - sloshing around, as digestive noises filled the room.

A big, juicy deer-butt jiggling_with new-found size, and power. Calvin grinning - getting used to walking with all that extra _rump weight.

"Now - that's what I'm talking about, bo-UUUUUUUUUUURP!" He belched out. The door out of the longhouse opened - another handful of guards, wondering what all that _noise_was.

Before him - three more hapless bandits approached, only for Calvin to happily grin. Eager for reinforcements to join the struggling, melting mass in his belly - and ultimately join the rest as deer-rear padding...

"What - you wanna join your fellows? Cause I'm happy to oblige...." Calvin chuckled, his hands grabbing his juicy ass - spreading it wide towards the bandits.

"Come on then - fill me right up, boys~!"

Calvin smirked - lecherously. His anus quivered - eager and awaiting any further treats, and the men approached, intent on capturing him, only for their eyes to focus - far more on his plump, thick ass - their crotches straining in their pants, and their thoughts lost in the fleshy clouds.

"Fuck, the boss really should have warned us of how hot his new catch is. Think he'll mind us giving it a quick squeeze?"

Calvin scoffed. "Mmmph. Would be doing me a favour... I bet I'm just irresistible in the eyes of thugs like you. Go ahead, boys - enjoy..." he grunted, grumbling.

Enjoy it - while it lasts~

"Well... What's the harm in enjoying a fine man's derriere...?" A lizardman guard said, grinning and getting closer - closer...

A hand gripping the even more juicy ass. Fleshy, ripe, succulent, thick, and oh-so-squeezable... He reached forwards, kneading the deer's rump, his hand slipping beneath, right into the deer's asscrack.

SCHLUUUURP!

With tremendous force - the lizardman's hand was slurped up, by a tremendous pressure of hungry, predatorial gurgles and the lizard-man tried to pull back... But it was no use - the deer's puckered hole and cavernous colon gripped his arm and - POP - into Calvin's gut he went.

"Uuurrrgghh.... Great. So glad you can help feed this thing..." he grunted, slurping the poor guard in. Two of his friends tried to help - to pull him out. But - with a nasty wet SCHLURP - the next hand that went in was sucked up too - and his buddies were slurped up too - unable to let go in time. The deer burped softly.

"Mmmmmhmmm...." He groaned, squeezing his big, plush gut - three or so bandits thrashing about there, melting slowly.

"Well, you guys are reaaally gonna add some extra weight... Good thing too - I got a date for later..."

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHRRRRRRRRRP!

B oris was enjoying himself, more and more. That sense of paranoia now replaced with enjoyment - as he summoned more and more of his lieutenants and officers - just to interrogate them, and slurp them down his cock and balls - both of which were beginning to look awfully more impressive...

A big, fat pair of testes squishing_against his table, _grumbling and groaning, a few poor victims struggling to escape. His big, massive cock - easily 2'6... Precum dripping onto his desk, ruining paperwork.

His last lieutenant - a foxman, stood at the entrance of the room - a 2'6 cock sloppily placed on a waist-high desk., in front of him, as Boris grunted. Cum dripping into a puddle on the ground - soaking into the terrain.

"I-if your loyal, y-you'd better just climb right now..." Boris grunted. His balls growled and rumbled - two prior victims thrashing around within his nut-sacks. Visibly melting. The fox trembled - watching his boss literally melt his brothers-in-arms.

"T-they lasted a good hour~" Boris grunted. "But now they're just slosh... And I'm still hungry." He grunted. The foxman trembled, wondering what in the world was happening. He wasn't sure what to do...

"L-last chance. Climb in, and maybe I'll spare your soul~" Boris grunted. "Probably not, though~"

The foxman predictably - turned to run, to flee - but he didn't make it far. Boris lunging out of his chair, overturning the cum-coated table...

SLUUUUURP!

The poor foxman vanished down - his red tail wagging wildly - a loud_sluuurp_ causing the poor fox to vanish inside, into those churning balls.

"N-none of you are really loyal... I-if you were loyal, you would have just pushed yourself right in~" Boris groaned. As he strutted outside...

His two honor-guards looked over. He grabbed both - pushing them headfirst into his cock, slurping them up with ease, despite their heavy armor, or their weapons - as they vanished...

C alvin was in a full-on rampage at this point. His hefty, weighty deer ass rippling with fat and size, bouncing back and forth, as he chuckled to himself, evily.

"Shame none of you bandits have met an ass like mine before~" he hummed, sitting down on another unlucky victim and feeling them slurped into more caloric goodness - that colossal, big fat ass_crushing_ a group of three wolfmen bandits beneath it.

"Wanted a closer look, huh..?" He grunted - sitting down on the struggling guards - muffled shouting coming from his rear.

SCHLUUUUUUUURP

Then, the poor wolves were slurped in - their bodies disappearing within, expanding out that massive deer-gut with their bodies, outlining as they writhed and struggled against it....

"T-time to get started on your camp... Hnnh..." He grunted, hefting himself up, strutting out. A column of fifty bandits facing him down, as he smiled...

GLOOOORRRP

GLOOOORK!

His big rumbling belly audibly churned with each step he took. His big, slutty ass jiggling back and forth, as he slapped it.

"So_eager_ to become part of a herbivore's ass. Don't mind if I help myself~" He smirked, looking at the variety of snacks ahead of him...

The column of troops bristled their weapons, drawing blades, readying to draw and aim crossbows... Charging him down...

SCHLUUURP - GLOORP GLOORP!

Twenty charging bandits found themselves unfortunately stuffed in the deerman's asshole - forced to dillate to fit all those bandits in, as his industrial-grade butt slurped them up in one go.

"Finally, a half-decent meal." The deerman belched out. "Y'know, I was wondering when we'd really get started..." A hand drifting down to his huge gut - the twenty poor bandits squirming against his belly, visiblywrithing and kicking, banging.

"G-get -rk- Get him!!!" One of the bandits shouted, as Calvin smirked - more than eager to finish off the formation of bandits...

M eanwhile, Boris couldn't help himself. That big fat shaft of his grew larger - and larger. Bandit after bandit was force-fed into those balls of his, as he entered tents - forcing everyone inside down into his impressive, massive girth.

"D-damn. I s-should have done this a long time ago... M-make these bandits actually worth something..." Boris grunted - his hand struggling to wrap around his dick-cannon, squeezing tight as he rubbed it. His big, fat balls were filled with poor bandits - squirming against it, as he dragged his balls across the ground, trying to head towards the dungeon - hoping to satisfy himself with some fat, tight deer ass.

"C-come on, you idiots. J-just melt already. Your slowing your boss down~" He grunted, annoyed. His balls were working as fast as they could - but it'd probably be a whole hour before they were done with the latest batch of bandits.

But there wasn't much they could do - except struggle - and get slurped up, forced into the big bearman balls own mass increased. Those big fat balls swinging, growing larger, and larger, and his erection nearly constant...

Then - he turned the corner. Seeing the huge, jotting ass - and fat gut of the deerman, Calvin.

"I'm gonna be _ real _ full soon... Once you stupid bandits just accept being turned into deer-ass flab..." Calvin groaned, unaware of Boris coming up from behind. Moan after moan from his ass, feeling the bandits struggling against his insides - slurping down the last handful that dared stand against him. Their desperate kicks and punches making his big gut and ass jiggle and wobble as they tried to escape, but they were trapped in this sensation of stretchy, soft glutton ass.

Boris's eyes went wide, watching Calvin waddle towards the dungeon with an almost playful gait, one hand holding onto an especially fat thigh while the other rubbed his cock through his pants, eagerly anticipating the next load of bandits he could guzzle down. His eyes darted to the side - finally seeing Boris, a smirk clear.

"Oh - jeez. You were busy too, huh? Don't reckon there's that many bandits left, huh?" Calvin said, smirking. Boris grunted and licked his lips, his gaze fixated on Calvin's jiggling, rounded ass as he strode towards the dungeon. The sight of the struggling bandits inside the deer's gut served to intensifyhis appetite further. He couldn't help but notice how enticing Calvin looked, relishing in the devouring as if it were a delicacy. His own cock twitched in anticipation, a glob of precum hitting the ground. "You could say that," he replied gruffly. "We probably got most of em~"

"Damn. Well... I guess the only place left to go, is the kingdom. Would be a shame to not show off both of our assets, you know." Calvin winked.

"Oh, is that so?" Boris huffed, running his tongue over his lips as he approached Calvin from behind, admiring the way the deer's fat jiggled with every step. The sound of slurping bandits pounding against his belly mixed with the wet squelching noise of Boris's precum hitting the ground. "You know, we could always share." He said suggestively, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Calvin turned to face him with a raised eyebrow. "Share? But where's the fun in that?" He purred, shaking his ass at Boris playfully. "No need to be selfish now, we both deserve a good time."

Boris grinned wickedly and grabbed Calvin by the waist, pulling him close. "You've got a point there," he growled before planting a kiss on Calvin's cheek and wrapping an arm around his waist from behind. He couldn't help but nuzzle against the soft plushness of Calvin's neck, inhaling deeply of the mix of sweat and arousal that lingered there. With one swift motion, Boris pushed him against the pallisade wall of the camp...

Thrusting his massive, fat cock right into the deer's ass, a satisfied grunt coming from Calvin.

"D-damn~!" Calvin grunted, bitting his lip and looking back. "You know, I'm a bit of a size king myself, but... S-shit..." He grunted, his eyes

The deerman, Calvin, let out a pleased groan when he felt the massive polar bearman cock slide into his ass. It stretched him wide, forcing his hole to accommodate the beast, filling him up in one go. Boris's hands gripped onto Calvin's fleshy buttocks and pulled him in even closer as the two of them began to fuck, their bodies smacking together with each powerful thrust. Sweat beaded on their skin as they started to move in synchronization, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh reverberating through the camp. It was almost beautiful to hear the moans and groans coming from their victims inside them; it fueled their lust even more.

As they went on, Boris's balls churned and rumbled with every pound of his hips, Boris grumbled and groaned, the deer's ass taking him in like a glove. He started to hammer into the deerman's asshole, feeling his own cock's head hit that sweet spot over and over again. The deerman's cheeks wobbled with each thrust, jiggling with every smack of their hips together. Boris couldn't help but bite his own lip as he felt Calvin's insides clench around him, milking his length. The air was thick with the scent of desire and desperation as he forcefully fucked the deerman from behind, pushing the bandits deeper into their digestive systems with each powerful stroke.

"Fuck... You feel so good..." Boris growled, his hands gripping onto Calvin's quaking flanks as he pounded him from behind. The slutty deerman - grunting...

H ours went by. The two predators laying down on the dirt - the camp left abandoned. A hundred poor souls - reduced to nothingness, as Calvin let out a fat, loud UUUUUUUUUUUUURP.

"Jeez. You were a good fuck~" Calvin grumbled. His gut letting out a hungry groan. "...Where you wanna head to next, hot stuff?"

Boris grunted - the lust in his head, mostly gone as he panted.

"H-how about the rest of the Kingdom? We could show them what they're missing out on... Maybe get some more fat on that ass of yours."

Calvin smirked, as he rolled over. His colossal, jiggling ass jotting out - dripping seed onto the dirt. It could have easily been mistaken for a_MILF_ doe's ass, from it's sheer size and impressiveness...

"Mmmh. Greedy, aren't you? Wanna see my ass get even bigger, huh? Well, lucky for you... I'm totally up for that~"

Boris grinned - the two preds getting up, as they began walking of in the direction of the nearest village - leaving the abandoned bandit camp behind... Boris - glancing back at it.

_Shame those bandits couldn't add more to his waist..._He grunted, holding no regrets for leaving his former life...