Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

39. Usada Pekora's pekotastic Peko-dick, and

Usada Pekora's pekotastic Peko-dick, and Noel

Allnight9

Summary:

Pekora and Noel make their way back home from the Holocon, the largest expo in the world held in Japan, but as they walk their way down the moonlidden streets, Pekora realizes something.

Noel Shirogane is actually very hot.

So she's gonna take her as her wife.

Notes:

I do not watch Hololive. Not one single bit.

So if you're a hardcore fan, take into consideration that the characters in this story might differ from how they really are.

Also, no lovey-dovey sex. Pekora is a bunny.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Inspired by Dama shipwreck's Picture

The Holocon was a large expo held in Japan which has easily surpassed the E3 in terms of popularity 3 years ago. Even today it was still growing, drawing larger crowds from all around the world who wish to meet their favorite V-tubers in person.

It was the largest Expo in the world; 4 days filled with action, fun, events, laughter, games and even more action.

And as much as Noel Shirogane has enjoyed meeting other members and fans, a part of her wishes to never attend to it again. Noel's hands felt stiff after signing countless autographs, her voice hoarse after speaking to so many fans, her facial muscles were sore after having to put on a smile for 4 days straight, and her entire body felt heavy after standing on her feet the entire time. She was a delicate woman, that was simply not made for physical exercise, despite her constant talk about wanting to become a knight. It's been so exhausting and hard, that this very moment felt like a faint dream... She had finally done it. The last day was over, and she was now making her way home with Pekora at her side; all the excitement of it finally fading into the night...

It was already dark outside. As they walked side by side, Pekora couldn't help but notice the rise and fall of Noel's chest, her breaths heavy with the weight of the days' events. Those burdensome "watermelons", how Pekora loved to call them, have been plaguing the poor knight for 4 days, and each day was worse than the last. Noel couldn't even count how many times she just yearned to sink into a chair and let those mountainous tits find rest on a table's surface, only to be approached by an excited fan, or called by the relentless demands of their manager.

Noel's feet have been carrying her voluptuous body around, and it showed. She walked around with her arms crossed half the time, aiding her bra to hold those huge tits up on her chest, but at what cost? Her feet still held the burden of those wide generous thighs and her plump flaring hips which housed that mesmerizing heart-shaped bubble butt, making every person, man and woman alike turn their heads whenever Noel walked past, not because they were perverts; but rather because that sculpted rump commanded attention and casted a spell on every person. Her arms that carried her chest felt too weak now, limply hanging by their sides, unable to stop her breasts from bouncing and pulling on her with every step she took.

Noel was weary, shoulders weighed down by their weight. She was just too tired to care about anything else but getting the next train home, drop into a bath and let these Heavy K-cups float in the water, pulling all that weight off her shoulders.

As for the petite one-head smaller bunny walking beside her, Noel did not really know, let alone care why she so badly insisted to walk with her, considering that the way to the train-station was a long detour to Pekora's home. They had done some collabs together, and they got along, sure, but Noel wouldn't really say they were close, or at least that close for Pekora to insist on walking that extra mile with Noel.

Even though Pekora did not have to carry around 2 head-sized tits around the entire day, the 4 days filled with action should still be taxing and yet Noel couldn't understand how Pekora was so energetic. The bunny smiled, laughed and joked around in those 4 days till the very last minute; as if she was an overcharged battery that refused to lose energy.

But given the circumstances Noel couldn't really care much. She was tired, and the only thing that kept her feet going was the bath that awaited her at home. Therefore…

She did not notice how often Pekora ogled her chest on their way home.

Straight-forward, barely even hiding her adornment, she's been gazing at the sinfully low neckline of Noel's chest with an open, carefree curiosity and satisfaction. She was happy, a subtle smile curved her lips, as if she was at the verge of humming, yet the smile didn't reflect the many joyful memories she made this day. Instead, it was unmistakably wicked. Her eye-lids narrowed slightly, her red gaze fixed on Noel with a sensual intensity, and her lips were curved in a sly matter, not relishing on what was, but rather of what could be so much more joyful than the Holocon.

To put it straight, Pekora wasn't looking at a human being right now, or depending on the perspective: She was looking at a human being after all. Weak-minded, short-lived, and so very susceptible. The Peko-race had its own unique traditions, and there was a time in their life, where they would pick women of other races in the same manner someone would pick a pet in an animal shelter. But more to those wicked traditions, and how Pekora shouldn't be blamed for those biological drives later.

She had seen Noel's chest on stream and live many times, has been making jokes about their sheer size and comparing them with other Hololive members, all to entertain her audience and maintain her persona in front of the viewers, but never did she had a chance, and a clear unbothered mind to fully allow herself to appreciate the sheer quality of Noel's assets.

But now, there was this strange serenity in the atmosphere. Their bodies bathed in the soft glow of the moon, the street-lights casted shadows of their silhouettes. It was silent, and they were alone. No fans, no audience, no viewers, she didn't have anything to worry about, and could put all her attention to those tits for the very first time.

Her lips curved in a fine line, eyes gleaming with joy as Pekora for once truly realized:

Noel was hot.

Her silver hair so fashionably styled, a few strands framing her beautiful round face, green eyes big and soft. Her tits… each the size of her head. When seeing them, the brimming joy began to overflow in the form of a gentle, vibrating "hmmm~…" hum. Pekora starred, her head slightly tilting sideways in wonder. Noel wanted to be a knight? With these tits? Pekora's mind drove wild; picturing Noel in a proper knight's armor, facing an enemy, sword held high, only for the parody to kick in: Noel dropping her sword, discarding her entire armor, stunning the enemies with her naked bombshell body, leaving them open for a surprise attack by crushing her enemies in a bear-hug, yet only ending up pulling them into the soft embrace of her smooth white skin, and suffocating them with the endless mass of her milk-bags until they passed out, so that Noel could safely begin stripping down her armor and…

Well, Pekora had a pretty fucked up mind. But that was her truth: The only way Pekora could picture Noel as a knight was in a bad-quality porn-parody, where she would end up defeating her foes by suffocating them with that otherworldly chest and wringing their dicks dry with her equally otherworldly ass, not spilling blood, but stunning them with her naked body, lowering their defenses with her suffocating bear-hug and draining their HP, as well as their IQ by riding them senseless.

"Senseless…" Pekora lingered on that thought, eyes darting between Noel's tits and her exhausted eyes, and then again "hmmmmm…." Her hum intensified, vibrating through her throat as something inside her was brewing over. She would love to see Noel try…

She starred at Noel as if inspecting an object, undressing her with her eyes, and then she slacked behind, taking shorter steps on purpose, while Noel was still too tired and hyper-focused on that hot bath waiting for her at home to notice the absence of Pekora at her side, who was now starring at her posterior.

"Hmmmm~~~" She hummed, finally realizing what those alien sensations were. Her blood ran hot, she got excited, and her loins tingled. She was turned on.

Just Noel's casual walk was tempting Pekora, blood flooding her veins like wildfire. The bunny-genes of her Pekora-race possessed an abundance of adrenaline which was like a ticking time-bomb, that could set off any time. It was a wonder Pekora could remain so calm and just keep all that raging fire simmering within her smug smile and that predatory stare.

That ass just affirmed what she had thought about those tits.

With a butt like this… Noel was never becoming a knight. It was nearly as if her body was conceived, nurtured, raised for one single purpose.

Then a flash of clarity flicked inside Pekora's eyes. That they were here now, walking around the nightly alleys all alone, maybe there was a reason for that? Pekora didn't worship any higher beings, but she surely would not dare to piss them off by denying they exist. So what if this was a sign of some sort? The higher Peko-beings testing Pekora if she's capable of leading Noel to her true predestined path. After all, why else did Pekora had the urge to insist in walking home together with Noel? Something must have guided her, she thought, rationalizing it far quicker than she should, unconsciously warping her own memories, and denying that the only reason she insisted on accompanying Noel was cause she checked her tits out throughout the entire Holocon, having ogled them like a disgusting pervert and imagining what it would feel like to take a nap on them.

But when considering that she's going to ruin Noel's life and turn her into a permanent Peko-fuck-pet, the idea of a higher being commanding her to do so, rationalized things a lot better than simply admitting that Noel was freaking hot.

The tingling in her loins was burning now, and her palm was already settled at her petite abdomen, the surging urge tempting her to give her tummy 3 brushes, 3 taps, and saying the 3 magic words, to pull it out, and take Noel right here.

her tiny little fingers tensed and relaxed, tapped and swirled around her tummy, her mind conflicted, unable to decide whether to do it or not. Noel was stupid. Walking around like… like-… walking around at all. If she at least had someone, a partner, then it would ease Pekora's consciousness, knowing that there was someone waiting for Noel at home to put this sinfully ripe body to good use, even if they could never do it as good as Pekora could...

She knew Noel was single. She knew Noel would go home, do stupid things, go to sleep, do stupid things, and repeat it. She would put it to waste every single day, wasting the ripe stages of her short human life by playing knight instead of engaging in steamy, aggressive, hardcore Peko-sex… or just normal sex… but Peko-sex would be a lot better for her, Pekora thought, cause that body, so soft and pillowy, was surely able to absorb a brunt pounding. Could a human's dick even fuck such a thick body? Well, there was missionary, but… missionary wouldn't fuck Noel's brains out…

Now that she thought about it, a human dick wouldn't fuck Noel's brains out, either.

But that body – so Pekora decided – existed to get utterly wrecked in bed.

Noel was made to take Peko-cock, Pekora thought, then rationalized, and then simply declared it as truth. No one could fuck Noel as good as she could. So she didn't have much of a choice, did she?

Despite Noel's dedication to training and becoming a proper knight, the effects of her exercise had simply no way of showing themselves as her genetically gifted body concealed any visible sign of muscle definition behind a thick layer of plush fat and flesh, making sure that every pore of Noel's existence solely embodied her ability to get that ripe body in its prime bred. Pekora watched those white soft thighs gently ripple with each step, the subtle flex of muscle shortly visible before it was drowned by the rippling of her thick skin. And despite how mesmerizing it was, Pekora knew the real deal was hidden under that skirt. All she could do was imagine how that soft perky butt bounced with her steps. It was hidden like a treasure that was meant to be taken by a partner Noel choose, but Pekora had different plans.

There were so many beautiful stacked women in Hololive, girls like Aqua and Flare that could very well match Noel in terms of breast-size. Truthfully, the little bunny girl saw nothing on Noel that set her apart from the other hot Hololive members. She didn't care much about personality cause she knew any girl in her grasp would share the same amount of IQ-points and no ability to put one coherent thought together once she engaged in said steamy hardcore Peko-sex. She surely did care about looks, cause looks got her dick hard, and would create beautiful offspring… and it really, really got her dick hard.

Truth be told Pekora didn't care about kids, not yet at least, even though she knew her mommy would love to have grandkids. She was young still, for Peko-years at least, she had to savor her youth even if her youth equaled Noel's entire adulthood, but that's how life was. Pekora was victim to her biological imperatives, which saw no problem in choosing a human female as a life-long sex-pet.

There was really no reason for it to be Noel. Since all Hololive girls were each better looking than a 10, the choosing of her live-long sex partner was nothing more, nothing less than a lottery. Whoever happens to be around Pekora when her long-sealed neural pathways, meant for her sexual drive, opened purely out of a whim, would be the winner, or loser.

And Noel has drawn the winning ticket, all her dreams now meaningless as her life was now not her own to live, and the poor knight did not even realize it yet.

Pekora hummed as she closed the distance and joined Noel's side again, eyes glaring at the huge heaving chest, and then up at Noel's tired face, lingering...

She assessed something, eyes calculating, smile enigmatic, glaring attentively into Noel's green eyes, expression brimming with satisfaction and certainty as if the outcome was already clear.

With a subtle nod of approval and another soft hum, she settled it and set her eyes forward. She didn't have to ogle Noel's chest anymore, cause she knew she would be looking at it for years to come.

She was to carefree to question how she would pull it off, or if she could even do it.

She just knew it would happen.

Noel was gonna become her woman.

"That's where we part ways Pekora-chan. I am gonna have to go that way to grab my train. It's been really fun today"

"Hey, hey Noel! You can't be thinking about taking this train all by yourself at this hour, can you? It's dangerous out there, you know? Who knows what kind of weirdos might be lurking around?"

"Eh? But I've traveled alone plenty of times before, Peko-chan. I'll be fine." She tried to brush off Pekora's concern.

But the bunny was determined: "No way! I won't hear any of it! You're staying with me tonight, whether you like it or not, Peko!"

SIGH* Noel felt that mental image of her hot bath wavering, but then again, the train-station was still far away, and after that train she had to walk a little more, take a bus, and work another few minutes… "well…" she thought, "might as well rest at Pekora's place for tonight" and sighed, "If you insist I am gonna take you up on that offer… but I am gonna take the first train right in the morning, I don't want to cause any trouble, okay?"

Pekora just smiled.

Another stream-collab has ended, Noel and Pekora having set a new record with 4 collab-streams in a row, and they were gonna set it even higher day after day. Usually Pekora would grab herself a snack after each stream and lounge back on her living room to watch some TV. But today she was enjoying another kind of snack. 2 Soft, round, white and stainless globes of Noel's heart-shaped juicy bubble butt. The 2 were still in Pekora's room, the streaming set-up at the corner ignored and forgotten, her computer and the displays still on, since Pekora thought the 2-3 seconds to turn it off could be used for something better. The display casted a gentle glow into the room. It's been like this very day now. The second Pekora ended the stream, far sooner than usual, cause she couldn't hold back her anticipation, she didn't care about anything else but getting Noel on the bed, prone, with that ass exposed to her delicate gloved hands. She didn't care about Noel, and how she tried to hide her shame by burying her face in the sheets. The bunny also laid prone, but on Noel's legs, and instead of buried her face in the sheets, she buried it in those pillowy globes of her ass. Ever since her neural pathway opened days back, sex has been her only concern. She loved it, she lived it, her dick spending more than half the day buried in Noel's tight, clamping cunt.

While Pekora was savoring that ass against her face, there were occasional notifications popping up still, some late-donators, a few people using Pekora's stream as their personal chat-room, more and more bidding their farewell, unbeknown that one's favorite idol was gonna get her brains fucked out soon by another's favorite idol. None of it truly mattered, because Pekora's attention was set on her obsession. She played around with Noel's ass like it was dough. She kneaded squeezed, compressed, tapped, making it wiggle, bounce, and ripple.

That alone would have made the old Noel outrageous. But 4 days, filled with steaming sex desensitized the proper woman to Pekora's advances. She didn't even know how all this started anymore. The same night they made it home, before they got to bed, Pekora asked her if she could get something from under her bed cause Peko's small hands couldn't reach it. So she got down on her knees, looked for it, didn't find it, then the words "Peko-peko-peko" and a loud tearing noise picked up her attention, so she turned around and was hit like a truck… mentally.

Her brain couldn't put together how this petite frame sported such a massive dick, and that Pekora even had a dick, but the bunny used that stunned silence to her advantage, laying the enormous, throbbing cock on Noel's stunned face. The knight was utterly spent and drained after 4 days in the Holocon, her inhibitions lowered, her mind less able to rationalize or resist the potent allure of the throbbing member before her. The fatigue dulled her usual sense of caution and self-awareness, unable to muster any resistance as that heavy presence on her face filled her vulnerable senses. Her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, already pinned down by the weight of exhaustion and indecision, and even more so by the physical weight of that massive dick. Feeling so much dense, rigid meat pressing against her face sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through her veins that was immediately dimmed and dulled by the lingering exhaustion, making resistance impossible.

The flicker of disbelief in her gaze lasted a mere second, before the usual sparkle of vitality in her green big eyes was replaced by dull glaze, her lips parted to exhale a weary sigh, her features slackening into an expression of resigned acceptance. As overwhelming as it was, Noel lacked the energy or willpower to resist. Her facial features relaxed under the weight of Pekora's massive girlcock, and though she had never seen a dick before in her life, and had no idea why Pekora put it on her face, her exhausted self knew, if she sniffed on this vein-riddled rod up so close, something amazing would happen.

So she sniffed, and sniffed, and sniffed, and the next thing she realized; it's been about 24 hours, somewhere around afternoon, her shaking legs - pinned in a mating-press - unfolded, something massive slurped out of her insides, pulled out in a long prolonged drag after it has been lodged very, very deep inside her, then something potent gushed out like a river, and… she was in space; in a state in which she was so strangely present, and yet could feel her soul floating miles away from her body. Noel had no memories to how she lost her virginity, but given the lingering ache and soreness between her legs even hours later, she knew Pekora rocked her world. And she kept rocking her world day after day.

But today… Today Noel decided to put an end to this. But she was having a very bad start…

She took the kneading and groping without any reaction, just letting Pekora do whatever she wanted with that ass, Pekora was after all, very obsessed with Noel's creamy, soft rump. For minutes all Pekora did was grope it with worshipping quality, still having her signature-black gloves on. Though it wasn't skin-to-skin when she groped it, the visuality of it all made up for it. The black gloves contrasted starkly against the pale expanse of Noel's skin, a clear light and dark, with the light easily overpowering every attempt of Pekora to capture that ass in her grasp. Each globe was more than a handful, and yet she tried again and again, setting her palm against that smooth rounded globe, and squeezing down in an attempt to grab the entirety of it, but looking like she only pinched a tiny little portion. That she couldn't do it, only stoked the flames within her, taking it with smug ease, cause she knew, that her hand couldn't capture that ass just like Noel couldn't take her dick. Facing something so over-dimensional, something that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't capture, was a nice change of dynamics, considering how easily Pekora overpowered the voluptuous body every damn day.

When the rising heat in Pekora's blood reached a certain point, still not getting enough of just how thick Noel was, she sent a tingle down Noel's spine as she lavishly dragged her tongue over her butt-cheek, ending that long languid lick with a firm bite, that lured out a groan from up front. She opened her mouth wide again, and bit another time, trying to get some of that ass into her mouth, but the surface was so obscenely round and smooth, her teeth always just glided through. That didn't stop her from licking, and nibbing, savoring the muffled groans and moans from up front. She lifted Noel's skirt, revealing the curve of her back; how that fat beautiful ass managed to transition to such shallow curves was still a miracle for her. She didn't linger much on that, and instead inched closer to the right side, nibbing on Noel's brand-new tattoo.

Another great story: Noel would have never stained her beautiful pristine skin with a tattoo, but in that first night when they got home from the fan-con, and Pekora just ravished her the entire night, then continued on for half the day, only to drag the disoriented, delirious, well-fucked Noel into a tattoo-shop. By then her cock-drunk senses were buzzing with so much gratification and satisfaction, that she pliantly agreed to every single demand of the one girl that has fucked her soul across a dozen different dimensions and showed her that her childish talk about being a knight was nothing compared to getting her tight pussy stretched out and molded by the massive arm-sized Pekora-cock for hours straight. Pekora's endless stamina allowed her to destroy that pussy through the entire night-cycle and through countless earth-shattering orgasms, which were so explosive that Noel passed out more times than she could remember. In truth Noel did not remember one single time they had sex, because Pekora always rutted like a frenzied bunny no matter how often she begged her to be gentle.

Despite the lacking memories of the sexual marathon, Noel was always aware of one thing. Once the fog of sex settled, and her consciousness returned, she felt so utterly gratified, that she just laid on the bed for hours, her young fresh pussy fucked sore, trying and failing to regain its usual tightness as she got fucked so brutally, her legs unresponsive and shaking still minutes after Pekora pulled out, and before her body would become responsive again, Pekora was already back for more, stuffing that pussy up and making sure Noel remained satisfied at all times.

Not to understand anything wrong, Noel was no whore. She wanted to go home. Pekora fucked her great, and every bit of the female instincts in Noel's body were fulfilled to the fullest thanks to a flood of feel-good hormones drowning her in bliss, but that didn't mean she wanted it. No matter how good it felt to just feel nothing, think nothing, and get her pussy violently stretched out by a head-taller bunny-girl's massive dick, she seriously needed some sense of agency back. But that seemed impossible. Just like every other day, Noel didn't burry her face into the pillows to hide just how good she felt. She did so because she knew resistance was futile.

Pekora's stubborn assertiveness combined with her childishness made it impossible for Noel to leave. The little bunny truly believed that Noel was her property now, and that cute little bunny tattoo on her ass was like an owner-mark. She did not once ask her if she could put her oversized cock into her sensitive pussy. She just slammed in, moaned and rutted like a bunny in heat, cause Pekora knew the human race was weak and susceptible to sexual pleasure, and that was all she needed.

"We- We've been doing this for 4 days now, Pekora-Chan… When can I go home?" Noel tilted her head to the side, showing off her desperate, pleading face. She wanted her freedom back.

But her words had lost their significance in Pekora's eyes. Once a Pekora chooses a partner, they become a possession. It was the natural order of things, dictated by centuries of instinct and tradition. It was natural for her to sacrifice all the mutual respect of their friendship in order to take on her rightful place as Noel's owner. She felt entitled, superior, and though Noel's pleas were very serious, her purpose in life was reduced to nothing more than satisfying Pekora's desires; not because Noel's desires didn't matter to Pekora, but rather because Pekora knew fulfilling her own desires would fulfill Noel's 100 times over.

Noel, as a proud member of human race, where it was no norm to simply give up all dreams once a stubborn girl with a bitch-breaker between her legs decided to make her her wife, was not able to submit and accept that her life had no meaning anymore, and Pekora likewise, has lived in the human world long enough, that she has kind of lost the usual assertiveness that Peko's possess. Pekora liked humans, found them adorable and cute, and funny.

She fucked Noel senseless the entire night, made her scream out various things in various positions.

During a sensual missionary she begged Pekora a hundred times to get her pregnant.

During an intense pile-driver, in which Noel couldn't just feel, but also see her bulging skin whenever Pekora rammed that dick down into her womb, she even begged Pekora in her squirting high to take her to Pekora-city and fuck her for the rest of her life.

When she was bent over the bed, feeling that dick ram up against her womb in rapid succession, she uttered silly, incoherent praises of worship.

And when she was fucked like a dog, set on all fours for 6 puny thrusts before her weak arms gave in and her head collapsed on the bed, at the brink of unconsciousness, she begged the bunny twice to just keep fucking her when she passed out so that she would still feel this dick in her dreams.

Noel screamed, moaned and groaned out all those things… only to wake up the next morning, and mutter a half-hearted "I wanna go home."

A little bit of resistance was cute, but the longer it lasted, the more it would stain Pekora's pride.

But hell, after streaming for hours, nothing of that mattered. Her biological imperative that sought dominance, and Noel's pleads, it all was deemed irrelevant and cast aside in Pekora's mind, cause all she truly wanted was that big white ass, in which she buried her face into, grinding her petite face against it, making Noel's body go stiff as a board, and tremble when a tongue lapped up at her pucker. She was practically freezing in place, afraid of what Pekora's obsession with her ass could cause, so she took it, without a word, hoping the bunny would just stop and shift to somewhere else like she always did. A shiver of relief ran down her spine as Pekora finally raised her head again, only to slip both palms between the globes and pull them apart, setting her eyes on her price.

"I wonder if I could fit it inside there, too…"

Noel gulped, heart skipping a beat, and before she even knew it a finger was prodding at her ass. She stifled, body tensed, and she clenched her sphincter; she had never tensed up harder in her life, making sure to keep that pucker as tight as possible, to kick that rising thought of Pekora right out of her mind again. But the bunny played around, tracing her finger over her pucker, gently applying pressure, before she leaned down again and gave it another lick and kiss. She pulled back and she swore those 2 globes of white ass just fucking begged for attention, so she gently swiped her palms around that fat bubble butt in circle-motions, applying a bit of pressure to make the pliant flesh compress and shift, before her hands came lingering on those perfectly sculpted banana-rolls, playfully flicking her fingers up to make that ass bounce, before she swiped her palms up the sides, tracing Noel's wide hips, up to her shallow curves, before slowly swiping down her ass and starting all over again, tenting to that white perfect female body with worshiping quality.

"Please…" Noel murmured at some point, she was desperate, robbed of her autonomy; most of her words just falling on deaf ears, "I need to go home Pekora-Chan…"

"Aw, come on Noelly. Don't you like it here with me? We're having so much fun together…" she cooed, her tone teasing, possessive.

Noel's cheeks flushed as she tensed beneath Pekora's touch: "It's not that Peko-Chan… It's just…" her voice trembled, trying to find reason, "I miss my own bed, and… and I have things to do."

Pekora simply laughed lightly: "Oh, silly Noelly~ You don't need to worry about any of that. I'll call the manager first thing in the morning and tell him to get your bed transported over to my place. That way you can stay here with me forever!"

Noel's heart sunk, the casual declaration in combination with Pekora's possessive tone… It must have been a joke, but a part of her feared it wasn't. So Noel gulped, chuckling nervously in response: "St- stop joking Peko-Chan…" she muttered, voice shaking, waiting, or more like begging for any approving reply, but the bunny didn't. So she tried harder: "Just—just think of our image. We can't just live together, "she forced a chuckle, "what will our fans think?"

Pekora still as silent as ever leaned down, and rested her cheek on Noel's soft butt, just lying there like it was a pillow, and gently running a finger over Noel's other globe, tracing playful patterns.

"I don't like your fans…" Pekora muttered in childish envy, "So many have complimented your melons on stream again, Noelly… I don't want them to think about you like I do. Maybe we should show them that you're my woman?" Noel's breath hitched.

"I am not your woman…" Noel wanted to say, but she was sure how that would end. But neither did her dignity allow to sooth Pekora and affirm her, "please… let me go." She said instead, filling the room with a tense silence. Pekora just dwelled in thoughts, playing around with that ass for a long moment of lingering silence, as if giving Noel a chance to fix her words.

"Turn around." Pekora spoke, her usual lively voice turning possessive, making Noel tremble.

She knew best not to resist, and once Pekora stood up, Noel twisted around, hesitantly with a muffled whimper, showing off her front. Pekora didn't linger, and the moment Noel rolled, she straddled her waist and set down, pulling her pullover over her chest, revealing the white expanse of her tits and those hardened nipples that betrayed Noel's arousal.

"DO you really wanna go home, Noelly? Don't you want to please my cock again?" Pekora asked, voice tinged with sadness, her lips curved down, the question was genuine and serious, so it seemed.

Noel starred, face turning red, she could only shake her head in response.

Then Pekora smiled: "Maybe you will change your mind if I show it to you again?" her tone becoming more teasing.

"Please don't." her breath hitched with a whimper.

"Didn't you like my cock, Noelly?" Pekora teased, a gentle, yet unsettling smile lingering on her lips as she undid the ribbon of her white dress, und pulled it off, revealing her slender, petite front, but Noel's eyes, filled with fear only starred lower, below Pekora flat chest to the crotch. It was flat, covered in underpants and tight stockings. Noel knew there was no cock under them, not yet.

"Maybe you forgot what it was like…?

What it felt like…?

How big it was…?" Pekora drawled, voice sultry, and when she set a palm right above her crotch, Noel panicked, "Did you know that humans can't fill you up like I can? Pekora's are not as strong and tall as you humans…but my Mom used to tell me that Peko-cocks are a lot bigger than yours… Can you imagine why our cocks are so big Noelly? Hmm?" she asked, then chuckled, "you looked really silly every time we fucked."

Noel tensed up, hyper-focused on that palm, and then her body shivered when it moved, drawing a languid circle right above her crotch, "Peko will show you lots of love today, too." She smirked, her palm rubbing around her lower abdomen 3 times, before coming to a teasing rest, savoring Noel's unsettlement.

"PeKo" she hummed, giving her tummy a little *SLAP*

"PeKo" *SLAP*

"and…." Peko lifted her palm, letting the anticipation build, the atmosphere crackle with tension,

"PEKO!" she hummed one last time, *PLAP* and Noel immediately turned her face to the side, shutting her eyes.

Peko's eyes flinched, her lips pursed in strain, because it happened fast. Her flat crotch bulged, the noise of straining underpants filling the room as they were stretched to the seams, and to Pekora's despite, the timing and pace of the growth couldn't be controlled. Her pants just tented, Pekora flinching as she felt her growing dick bent, already hard and throbbing, it was forced to fold to make up for the provided space, but that was only temporary. While folded it still grew, the seams of Pekora underpants all stretched out to the limits, practically begging for respite, but the bulge only grew, her massive cock elongating and thickening. The folded dick was relentless, and when the fabric was stretched to the limits, the growing length tried to just grow downwards, in between Pekora's thighs but a pair of growing cum-stuffed balls was blocking the way, inflating and churning as they now too strained her pants. It looked obscene, growing fast, feeling so overwhelming and intense that Pekora sometimes wished her dick would take more than just a few seconds to expand.

At some point the bulge seemed to halt, but it did not. Her dick just got crushed, unable to expand, the thick throbbing flesh forced to compress, but then it throbbed and Pekora's pants pulsed. The bunny squeaked cutely, feeling all this throbbing meat packed up in a tiny confined space as it grew bigger by the inches, a thick vein now also visible on the tenting underpants, as the dick asserted itself, still growing, making it look obscener by the seconds, until the cloth reached the breaking point.

It ripped, another set of underpants going to waste, as her growing dick tore them apart with a soft "Hia~" from Pekora, who felt how a large torrent of blood surged through her now freed dick. The stockings, made to stretch and contort around shapes, stood no chance either, following the underpants destiny, tearing apart and finally showing this gargantuan white cock as it just leaped into the air, unfolding, throbbing with flooding blood, before it fell and crashed against Noel's tits with an audibly meaty *SLAP*.

8 staggering inches of healthy white dick set into the valley of Noel's huge tits; a length that was already big for humans, and it looked utterly obscene on Pekora's petite frame. Noel flinched, feeling the dick's tip resting against the corner of her lips, her face still tilted to the side, because she knew it wasn't done yet. Pekora was still sitting on Noel's waist, her massive dick crossing those mountainous tits like it was nothing, and now with all white inches of meat bared, one could truly below the wonder of the Pekora race.

Already hard, already throbbing, there seemed to be no room left for growth, but Pekora's dick defied reason. It looked like it was inflating, and with every growing inch the appearance of it adapted to the size; the already rigid texture losing more smoothness as meat grew. The bigger it got, the more blood it required, prompting her veins to grow:

The smaller, barely visible blood-vessels, hidden under the skin, bulged, growing and turning into proper streaming paths.

The already big veins took on ridiculous qualities, growing and inflating, at the brink of popping out of the skin, fat thick blood-vessels snaking their way from base to tip, each and every one of them able to churn up a cunt by their very own.

The fat dickhead thickened, the slit opened wider in tandem with the urethra on the underside of her dick, providing a bigger and easier output for her voluminous load that was growing in her inflating balls, the seed audibly churning and surging, and Pekora could feel it in form of trillion little tingles inside her balls. The dick has reached the proportion of Pekora's damn calf, out scaling and outweighing her arm, looking too big for her own body as the thick supporting base thickened and threatened to take over all the space on her crotch. The ever-growing phallus got connected to her loins with an abundance of muscles, tissues and veins to create a sturdy tree-trunk-like base. The skin around that growing meaty tube had no other choice but to adapt. It stretched around the girth, getting tauter with every growing inch, to the point it grew so tight that it wasn't just done by seeing veins on that surface. Like an elastic band wrapping around a massive object, the skin soon began showing outlines of tissue and strong dick-muscle, bulging out in form of ridges and grooves that gave the dick a rougher, more textured appearance; one that would promise nothing good for the pussy it was growing for.

With length and girth came a palpable sense of heaviness between her legs. With every growing inch, it felt more alien, like the dick was growing out of her body, not being a part of her anymore, escaping her grasp, and just uncontainable at some point, feeling so far and yet so close to her. With gravity alone, the weight of that dick forced Noel's chest, still clad in her pullover, to part, allowing the girth to settle in and sink deeper into the valley of those pillowy mountains.

Noel, still flinching her eyes shut could only feel the dick growing past her lips, crossing her cheek, eyes, her temple, until she didn't even know anymore how far the tip reached beyond her hairline.

When it was done, indicated by a soft sigh of Pekora, there was no hope left, no reason to be glad it ended. Pekora didn't bother to measure, but Noel was sure the dick was breaking the foot-scale, measuring about 14,15 or maybe 16 inches which did not matter because it was too big for her cunt anyways.

"mnghh~" Pekora smacked her lips, steam rising from her mouth, heavy eyes lingering on her gargantuan cock, adoring how this obscene mass of dickmeat was now covering the space of Noel's tits and face. She flexed it, and moaned lightly as she felt and most importantly saw the hardness. One single flex and her dick looked like it wanted to lurch. It throbbed, everything under the skin tensed, showing rigid outlines of strong tissue and muscle, before it relaxed, disappearing back under the skin. But many veins lingered, most practically sandwiched between the taut-stretched skin of her cock and the rigid, thick arm-sized tube of meat. And when Pekora starred at some of the biggest vessels, she could practically - literally - feel how taut it all was; the meaty tube pushed the vein out, while the taut stretched skin tried to keep it in, pushing it in and out with the heat so palpable, that it felt like an outer force was already stimulating her cock.

Noel, still refusing to stare at it, couldn't deny the strong stench that was corrupting the air with every pulse. The musk radiated outwards, trying to ensnare any fuckable being that sported a cunt. The indominable human spirit, that kept her from accepting her fate was fighting against her biological imperatives, which sensed a capable virile partner with every sniff. The aroma of the cock - the pheromones, they settled into her damn brain, and every woman in her place, no matter the mental reservations, could do nothing as the cock took hold of their senses. It was just so ridiculously potent, and that was a major part of what the Pekora race was all about. Every race in the Hololive universe held unique cultural traditions and biological differences, yet there was one little point, like a coordinate that every race crossed: the drive for reproduction. It was inevitable, cause the survival of any species depended on its ability to reproduce and secure its lineage.

Each race held advantages over one race, and disadvantages over another, that was the natural order of things to ensure harmony. The Pekora-race, small, undergrown, physically weak, not being extraordinary smart, represented a disadvantage to many, if not, all races. But to retain harmony, they were equally granted an advantage to all races:

The ability to fully and mercilessly exploit that reproduction drive of any species. Their massive cocks, riddled with veins, overflowing with potency were like beacons of fertility for females of all races, drawing them in like a moth to a flame. It was like the higher beings felt sorry for the many disadvantages the Peko-race held, so they were granted a golden ticket, a free-pass to mate with any female they wanted; but it was rather questionable, whether the higher beings had intended for the Pekora-race to grow utterly entitled and just pick a mate without given consent, cause they thought their massive dicks would deliver unparallel pleasure.

As cruel as it seems, Noel's life has been decided the moment Pekora checked her body out on their way back home from the fan-con. Not one race held any counter-measurements against excessive overwhelming potency (except those few that sported impressed massive cocks themselves). That's why Pekora has been so sure of herself.

"And?" Pekora finally asked, overconfident, "Do You still want to go home Noely?"

Noel refused to respond, and Pekora didn't mind. She smiled, her dick still resting on the side of Noel's face and that was all she had to do. Though it wasn't poised directly at her nose, the intoxicating scent slowly filled the air around her, clouding her resisting mind with a primal need that she couldn't shake away. Her body betrayed her, the evolutionary drive of reproduction sparking to life as a response to the musk of a strong, sturdy, potent cock. Noel mumbled something under her breath, desperate and helpless, trying to hold her thoughts together and keep her resolve intact, but with each breath she took, the scent of Pekora's pheromones grew stronger. Her eyes flinched shut in a whimper as she felt it consuming her. First it was getting hot around her, then inside her.

Her huge bosom heaved, her breaths getting longer, deeper, her nostrils flared, the sound of sniffing filling the air. Her mouth got wet, saliva-glands beginning to produce an abundance of it, her body already thinking about lubricating this monster cock to her best conditions, so that it wouldn't ruin her pussy too much. Her resolve was weakening second after second, so Noel stopped.

Her tits came to a standstill, the sniffing ceased. Eyes still flinched shut, she decided to just hold her breath, denying the musk to corrupt her further.

And as all the days before, she was just digging her own grave. Pekora grabbed her cock, her slender hand looking comical as it tried to wrap around the girth, to pull it aside and nudge the massive member right onto Noel's side-turned face, pressing the dick against her nose.

"It's your favorite cock Noelly~"

With her eyes closed, the sudden heat on her face came by surprise. Her breath hitched at the contact, and before she could realize or do anything against it, she took a sniff.

"Ouh~"

She moaned, eyes opening and dilating as the gargantuan cock took hold of her vision. She sniffed right at the textured dense skin, stuffing her brain full with an abundance of Pekora-pheromones, more than she supplied her lungs with oxygen. It was just too ridiculously strong, crumbling her resolve, the female inside her begging for it.

The resolved, strong knight got cock-drunk in a split-second, a rush of submission flooding her veins as the pheromones in her brain forced her body to release all kinds of neurotransmitters that would turn Noel more vulnerable to Pekora's advances, turning her 10 times weaker, just like that. Her strength faded as she slumped into the mattress, the tension within her gradually died down, her body submitting to the inevitable. Her eyes dilated with desire, starring at the skin of that monster cock, and even though the dick obscured Pekora's vision to Noel's face, the bunny knew that major damage was done. Confidently, she lifted her dick, and she knew Noel's gaze would follow, her head turning, now staring up at the massive rod hovering and casting a huge shadow over her face. She breathed, lips quivering as she starred at that thick cum-vein on the underside; her brain associating it with blurry images of the last night of Pekora stuffing her womb with so much thick, fertile cum.

"Do you like my cock?" Pekora asked, putting on an innocent tone as she shifted back, setting her butt lower on Noel's abdomen. The thick underside drew back until Noel could see the fat dickhead that once again brought back fragments of the last night, and simultaneously made her sore womb tingle. Pekora lowered in down, setting the tip against Noel's lips, with the thick slit aimed at her nostrils, before she thrust forward, to smear and push that lingering tear of pre-cum right in one of Noel's nostrils while making sure to seal her nostrils entirely.

"Smell it."

As if her body wasn't her own any more, the command rippled through her thoughts, activating neural pathways, before Noel could even decide whether she wanted to oblige.

But she didn't just smell. She sniffed loudly, dragging that little pit of pre up her nose, right into her brain, as if trying to prove Peokora her obedience.

"NOOUUU~" in a jolt, her eyes rolled, her back arched off the bed, pulling Pekora with her in the air, showing off her significance strength, that could easily overpower the petite bunny, and yet, Noel dropped into the sheets with a heave, every cell in her body positively shuddering, when Pekora playfully rubbed the slit left and right over both nostrils, the dickhead so thick, that it covered the entire entrance, letting Noel sniff in nothing but that potent addictive dick-musk.

She whined, then sniffed loudly, and just moaned whorishly. It was too addictive, melting away all the resistance and her will, all braincells submitting to this potent, virile specimen that could and would breed her body again.

Then she lifted her cock, and dropped it, enticing a whorish moan out of Noel. Her little digits wrapped around her massive cock like an oversized club, and pulled it up and down repeatedly, tapping it onto her lips, the weight heavy and substantial, and despite just teasing her, every time it landed Noel could feel and hear a meaty *THUD*.

Pekora, sitting comfortably on her tummy, could feel the shudder run through Noel's entire body, shivering for a minute now.

"You remember now, Noelly~?"

"yessshhhhh~" she moaned whorishly, feeling every damn slap on her face.

"You like my cock?"

Noel quivered, her back arching and jolting off the mattress again in a surge of resistance, her dilated eyes flinched as she shook her head, trying to clear that cloud of musk that settled into her skull, trying to regain her semblance, and the defiance in her only made Pekora bite her lip.

"Fine…" She intensified her slaps, pulling her dick higher, tearing it down faster, the heavy weight of a few pounds slamming onto Noel's lips. She was still struggling internally, eyes refusing to open, but damn, could she feel this cock. So heavy, sturdy, and so damn strong, every time it thudded against her skull she was reminded of its sheer fucking power. Pekora could beat her up with its sheer mass, she could make her see stars, and such a weapon will soon rampage inside her pussy; it got her wet and soaked.

"Keep sniffing then. I am gonna get you drunk on my cock again…" Pekora drawled, voice high, haughty, "get you so addicted, that you're gonna spread your legs for me and beg me to put it in you Noelly."

"ha~ NOOUU!"

She wailed, whining whorishly, helplessly, and she had no idea how much that turned Pekora on. The little bunny shifted forward again, not just teasing her lips anymore, but now smacking her entire damn face, every hit settling deep into her skin, like branding itself into her pores.

"Knights have to endure a lot of pain, right-Peko? Then this is how I train you from now on Noelly." Pekora pulled and shoved it down harder with each hit, slowly turning Noel's whorish moans into whimpers of pain, as the massive cock smashed into her features, making her feel like she was taking a literal beating, "I am gonna beat your face with my Peko-cock to teach you how to become a proper knight, and a proper wife."

"Haa~ that's not- haa~ how it works…"

"Your king commands…" Pekora's hand tensed on half her girth, really grabbing her dick and in a rush, she pulled it down: "SILENCE!" letting that monster cock whip down into Noel's face.

SMACK* The meaty thud resonated through the 4 walls, and Noel literally saw stars for a moment, making her moan whorishly under the heat and smell. She was melting, her thighs soaked with the wetness of her pussy.

"I am gonna let you go with a warning… but next time…" Pekora playfully draws, voice high and mighty, really trying to get into the roleplay, as she firmly pushed her dick down and grinded the fat shaft into Noel's features, "I am gonna drag your fat ass into the cellar and discipline you for days if that's what it takes to teach you strength, resilience and obedience!"

Noel whimpered, followed by a rush of shame, followed by a trembling of her legs. She just fucking came, pussy convulsing around nothing else but the images of this massive cock pressing against her face. A part of her was sure Pekora was just roleplaying, another part however did not even know this girl. So the prospect of getting dragged into a cellar, get her pussy beaten and ravished for days, was enough to tip her over the edge.

Content with Noel's silence, Pekora continued to smack her face again, "good girl. That's how loyal knights behave. Now, we will continue, and you try your best to last before getting addicted!"

Pekora went on, slower, but harder, the smacks growing louder, beating her up with her bitch-breaking Peko-cock, crashing down on her face with heavy meaty THUDS, and not even a minute in, Pekora ended the barrage of dick-slaps by lifting it all the way up to her belly before shoving it down one last time, letting it loudly *SMACK* and linger on Noel's face, who heaved, and moaned and quivered. The bunny and her abundance of adrenaline was making her get bored, too fast.

Noel was shaking when the dick dragged off, Pekora gently, playfully shifting back on Noel's belly, coming to a short halt, before she once again tapped her dickhead on Noel's lips.

No words were needed. She knocked, and Noel's quivering lips opened, hot steam rising, strands of saliva connecting the roof of her mouth to the bottom, and the little bridges all broke down when Pekora pushed her dick in, and gently filled Noel's mouth with her dickhead alone. She moaned whorishly, the noise drowned and muffled as the dickhead stuffed her mouth up completely, forcing her to take deep drags with her nose, as the dick blocked the entire passage. Her eyes widened, squinting down to see al that massive Dick poised at her, with Pekora seeming so far away. She breathed heavily, the taste of a potent dick staining her tongue, as Pekora just lingered, forcing Noel to feel every single throb of the mammoth member, until she couldn't hold it anymore. Her lips closed, creating a seal around the glans, resembling a comically wide ring as she began to suck and gently lick around the flared head, flicking over that thick slit to capture the never-ending stream of pre-cum.

Noel looked rather cute as she gently suckled on the tip, her big green eyes dilated and softly lidded in submission, trying to look proper and composed as this was who Noel truly was: the definition of vanilla, that needed a white knight, rather than a silly excuse of a king - or queen who trained the knight's resilience by smashing her massive cock on her face, and used mind-breaking hard-core sex as a form of punishment.

Noel suckled gingerly, her wide green eyes squinting to the sheer mass of cock, but the gentle proper behavior created a stark contrast to the sheer dimension of that cock stretching her mouth to the limits. As the massive cock swelled with every pulse, it was clear it needed more. But Noel kept at her own pace, savoring the sheer size, swirling her tongue around the flared head, until Pekora shifted back again.

"OR…" the bunny drawled, her dick slipping out of Noel's mouth, not even taking a hold of it and instead she let it drag over Noel's skin as she shifted back down Noel's hips, thighs, and to her knees, before pushing a tiny little palm on Noel's belly-button: "Peko's gonna give you a few deep kisses in here. Would Noelly want that?"

Noel's lips parted, mouth so damn wet; her tongue moving, lips quivering, but the words escaped her. A mist settled into her skull and no matter how hard Noel tried to resist, the surging heat between her thighs didn't allow her to say anything that would scare this cock off.

Pekora smiled, savoring the inner struggle.

The little sadist in her felt like dragging the moment out, teasingly pulling Noel's pants down, revealing that wet leaking slit, and when she lined her dick up, Noel felt a tremor, in form of a pulse rush up her body and into her head, like a warning-sign that if she allowed the monster to penetrate her again, it will all be over. Her eyes constricted. Her lips quivered, tongue moving faster, every word she tried to utter escaped her. The realization sunk in, she's gonna get raped again, and she's gonna enjoy it to the fullest.

"Do-" Noel breathed, shuddering as she spoke, "Do it gently…"

Peko's cock PULSED, her expression filling with lust; More than a foot of throbbing dick was poised at her delicate slit, ready to slam-fuck her brains out, pound that brain into space, ravish that cunt like a bulldozer, and all the cute knight could muster was a plea to do all of that gently…

Pekora's head cooked as she took a look between her legs, assuring that this vein-riddled throbbing monster-cock was still there. And when it was, Pekora was genuinely speechless and questioning. Was it Noel's angle? Her point of view? How did it even cross her mind that this monolith of masculinity was capable of going gentle?

So she pressed, Noel's entire face tensing up as she felt that massive tip trying to press against her lips, stretching them wide and then some, as a fist was stuffed into her womanhood, and when the tip was firmly lodged inside, Pekora bent over Noel, her knees setting deep into the mattress for support, her hands coming to rest on Noel's tits, instead of the bed, so that her petite body could be even higher, getting more leverage as her cock was poised diagonally down at that entrance, and then she gave Noel one last look. The silver-haired girl looked like an angel, cheeks rosy, eye-lids filled with green dilated eyes that starred down at her stretched pussy with absolute vulnerability and uncertainty. It was a kind of face that would make anyone's heart melt, coax them to lean down, embrace Noel, give her a loving tender kiss to her cheek and reassure her that everything will be okay.

Pekora just shoved it in.

Her hips slammed down with brute force, feeding 7 or so inches into Noel's pussy, forcing her dick through tight walls that were instantly molded around the fat girth.

"OUGHHHHHH~~~" Noel's world tore apart, a helpless, guttural howl escaping her lips as she once again felt just how much this cock was for her pussy. She was so utterly stuffed, her back arching off the bed again, head snapping back, looking at the headboard behind her, her pussy was too small, and the dick too big, and despite all the obvious signs, Pekora only flinched an eye shut in a cute gesture, feeling that pussy crush her oversized monster-cock, not thinking about how much dickmeat she has just force-fed into Noel's pussy, but rather how many inches still sought a hot tight home. She adjusted herself, her knees shifting back, so she was half-laying, her palms squeezing Noel's tits, and without much thought, she slammed again.

Her hips just jabbed, and more of her dick got swallowed up, Noel's wide constricted eyes twitched and lost all focus, a jolt running through her body as her cervix was crushed. It felt like a punch in the gut, her abdomen clenching down in response, and for a second or so, Noel was motionless, frozen in place. Though the sensory information has reached her brain in a split-second, the reaction was delayed. It crashed into her consciousness and nearly knocked her out, her mental capacities unable to comprehend the sheer abundance of sensory information, and there was no such thing as getting used to it. Just like the last 4 days Noel has shown not a single sign of improvement in enduring the obscene stretch that this massive cock subjected her pussy to. And the reason was simple. Her pussy didn't try to adapt, it tried to survive. Thee biological capacity to how much dick her pussy could take was breached. She was completely stuffed up with dick, every inch coring her out, stretching her out obscenely around the girth, ruthless in its desire for pleasure, the dick did not care how much its new home could handle.

The pressure against her cervix was agonizing. Pekora just crushed into it, slightly dilated it even, and then she just tensed up her thighs and hips to make sure the pussy wasn't gonna push her out, like a very stubborn child. She remained buried, made sure the pressure against that barrier lingered, and Noel couldn't do a single thing to the overwhelming sensations, cause she was victim to all the nerve-endings inside her cunt that had no off-switch. Meaning, every single time her channel convulsed around the dick, a surge of signals was sent up her mind, reminding her that she was still full, stretched and Pekora refused to give one single bit of the occupied space up.

The sensory signals were jammed in her brain like a dam, and when that dam reached full capacity, it took only one convulsion of her pussy, one affirmation that the dick was still inside her, and one single surge of neurons that fired into the dam, to cause the accumulation of all the sensory information to explode.

And that sounded as bad as it was.

Pekora smiled the entire time, eyes locked on Noel's unfocused gaze, keeping her massive dick buried and waiting for it all to come crashing down.

Without a noise, the first thing that happened were Noel's eyes, rolling up the back of her head.

Then her body undulated in convulsions, twitching on the bed, and Pekora's smile was smacked out her face when every single wall in Noel's cunt clutched her dick, making her wince in bliss.

Noel's lips parted, a choked "cu-- cummmiiinggg~~" wheezing its way out her constricted throat, her entire body on defense-mode, making sure the dick couldn't move to allow Noel to ride out her orgasm and release all those pent-up emotions.

It was like a hard-reset in her brain, every cell wired to survive, which was quickly followed by warning "ERROR" message in her mind's eye, when Pekora, smiling like a little devil, raised her hips.

She was stuck, and at first she threatened to pull that pussy inside-out, sticking so hard to her dick, that an inches or so of Noel's walls were clearly pulled to the open, showing a straining tight ring around Pekora's vein-riddled member. But its grip eventually relented, and what followed next was an assault to Noel's senses. The fat organ with its thick veins, and its rough rigid texture, dragged itself through those clamping hyper-sensitive cumming walls. Pulling and tearing on every single one of them with grinding intensity, shocking Noel to her core, and making her instantly scream out the words that every single assaulted pussy-wall in her cunt wanted to cry out:

"TOOO BIIIIGGGGGGGG~~~~" Noel's scream reverted through the walls, voice screeching as her reserved self wasn't used to putting her vocal cords to such immense use. During her orgasm her brain had kicked Noel's mind into space, so that she didn't have to endure the sheer sensory onslaught, but Pekora's drag tore Noel right back to reality, her senses wide awake, and with her pussy still painfully responsive, it all felt like Pekora's massive dick was tearing her very soul out. Her legs shook and quivered, in an action of desperation Noel's hands SLAMMED against the bed beside her, each arm stretched out as far as possible, before her hand clawed feistily into the sheets, pulling and nearly tearing them out, as her muscles convulsed and spasmed.

Pekora saw the clawing hands, the spasming limbs, and the rolling eyes, and when she heard Noel's screeching howl, she was acutely aware how true it all was; how otherworldly big she was, and yet, the only response her mind had to these clear signs of sensory overload was a pronounced deep sense of satisfaction. Seeing Noel's inability to take it all, made Pekora's heart well up in pride: "So you do love my Peko-cock." her voice was a mixture of smug pride and relief, lacking any sign of empathy.

Noel still clawed the sheets with all her strength, holding onto all the semblance and control she had left to endure – survive - the long-prolonged drawback of that cock, thinking once it got out, she would get some time to gather herself, not realizing that all Pekora wanted was some space between her dickhead and that cervix for one single purpose. She didn't warn Noel nor gave her a moment to prepare her senses, the transition ruthless and seamless, her hips not even stopping for a single second, as they tensed, reverted course to *SLAM* and drive herself into her wife's second home. With all her senses only fixated on the drag and the release of the cock, the tera of her cervix and slam into her womb felt like a thunder crashing into her brain:

"OUUUGHUUUUUUHUUU--UUUUUUUHHH~~~~" A guttural wheezing cry for help escaped her lips that lasted literal seconds, hoping the scream would breach those walls, and reach someone, just anyone that could help her get Pekora's dick out of her overstuffed pussy. Her nails nearly tore the sheets out, seeking an anchor to ground herself admits the torrent of sensations threatening to consume her. But as her scream continued ringing out, it was clear that she just couldn't contain the flood of sensations flooding her senses. It went on and on, her claws pulled and pulled and pulled the sheets, trying to survive and endure as all that dick inside her pussy and womb exerted overwhelming, unbearable pressure. Her cry still filled the room, one single tone, the same octane ringing out for many long seconds, until her body caught up with Noel's mind; realizing the futility of trying to gain control over the uncontrollable, causing her head to snap back, exposing her neck

"-ughh…" before her voice choked out in surrender, and her hands relaxed. No one was coming to save her.

It was all over for Noel at this point. Something surged, and she couldn't even tell what went on in her brain. It was like a single snap, where her body from one moment to the next stopped processing the overwhelming stimulation, limps beginning to relax as a sense of serene, timeless exhilaration overcame her. Her nervous system just shut down, protecting itself from further harm in response to the overwhelming stress, escaping reality like a little pussy, causing Noel to enter a state of semi-consciousness. Everything for her seemed dulled, thoughts clouded, her body numb, her mind distant, as if watching everything unfold from a save distance rather than participating in it. Despite it all, she could clearly feel the pressure against her skin, something prodding against it from the inside, and she knew right then that Pekora was in her womb again, bulging her belly out around her belly-button.

Pekora, still unfazed, still not done, sighed gently, feeling how her crotch was just hovering a couple more inches over Noel's own before it would make full contact, only thinking about getting more dick into that tight human pussy, while Noel already zoned out. But the position allowed Pekora to pull her knees back entirely, shift her weight to her toes, and all she needed to do was ease her hold on Noel's tits, allowing her arms to buckle and slowly let gravity lower her deeper into that already ruined pussy.

Noel's broken form could only muster some silly "ghhuuuuuuuhhh~~~" into the headboard, head still arched and her skin trembled over rippling muscles as she felt that dick use her very womb as shield to shove away her insides and burry itself somewhere below her chest. Her mind was still drifting in space, her brain working tirelessly to flood Noel's body with endorphins, releasing those pain-killers in a constant barrage to block out the convulsing waves of bliss rocking her system and keep her spiraling into a euphoric haze.

Forget about weed or any other drug out in the world, cause none of them could get Noel as high as she was on dick. It was like Pekora's massive dick was her ultimate trip, so fucking stoned on it, feeling how it just skewered her; pussy so stretched and dilated, every single pulse of that cock felt so alive, that she couldn't distinguish it from her own heart-beat anymore.

As overwhelming it all was, as a woman Noel couldn't deny how taken she felt right now. Every single time the hilted cock throbbed, her body twitched in response, releasing a flood of endorphins in response, which then filled her with a sense of being utterly conquered. The dick stretched her anatomy out, made her feel so full, she could practically feel how it asserted itself inside her, every pulse was a reminder that this pussy wasn't hers anymore, and with that dick impaling half her toros, her body didn't belong to her either. She was Pekora-property. And the realization of it filled her with a sense of completeness that no one else could ever understand. Her cunt was wrecked, and though she was still mindless tarring at the headboard, she could feel how obscenely wide her outer lips were stretched ang gaped around Pekora's massive base.

After all the shit she's been through, it was only fair that Pekora finally showed a proper sign of satisfaction herself. She could feel the entirety of her oversized dick in that clutching warmth of that pussy, trying to push it out, but all Pekora had to do was tense her little ass to keep herself buried. She lingered, and savored the sensations, body brimming with so much bliss as she felt it all radiating outwards from her loins, spreading through her cells. Every nerve-ending on her bitch-breaker surged with every contraction of Noel's walls, her poor cunt trying to regain some space, but only pressing and stimulating all of Pekora's cock. She bit lustfully against her lips, eyes shortly glazed over at the intensity of the moment, before she released those tits, and slipped her arms under Noel's waist, embracing the knight – given Pekora's petite form – like a little teddy. She pulled her arms together, pressing her skin close into Noel's, her petite head coming to rest in the crook of Noel's arched neck. She gently nibbed at Noel's soft skin, she could feel the body underneath pulse and twitch rhythmically every time her pussy constricted around her dick, proving just how overwhelming it was for the poor knight.

"Noel's pussy feels so good…" Pekora moaned, a tint of vulnerability in her voice as all the sensations flooded her body. All she did for the start was linger and savor how complete they felt. Her dick was engulfed by a tight soaking wetness all the way to the hilt, her front pressing into creamy soft white skin, her petite chest vanished under Noel's own huge milk-bags.

All in All, Noel's form resembled one of complete surrender, her taller voluptuous frame conquered by the tiny Pekora bunny. Her 4 limps were splayed out on the mattress in defeat, head still arched and facing the headboard. Pekora's toes still tensed and curled into the sheets, holding her body up while letting her entire weight – as little as it was – sink and press down into that pussy. Despite the position of sheer dominance, her feet only reached down to around Noel's calves, resembling tiny delicate twigs in comparison to the thickness of the knight's legs. Though every part of Pekora was fixated on completely conquering Noel, it looked less like a mount, but more akin to a tick clinging into her skin.

Noel's wide hips swelled out under Pekora's little ass, the curves of her figure still visible under Pekora's petite frame, her huge tits, though compressed, swelled to the sides and showed large amounts of side-boobs, and since Noel was one head taller, Pekora's head barely made it past Noel's shoulders. She was smaller, weaker, and yet, all she needed to assert dominance was this massive hung-as-a-horse cock inside that pussy.

She nuzzled and rubbed her face against Noel's neck, and though she loved the lingering heat of her buried cock, she was still half-way bunny. And Bunnies in heat, especially ones with stallion-sized dicks lived to fuck.

"I am gonna fuck you lots and lots and lots today Noelly…" Pekora promised, gently lifting her head and starring forward at Noel's arched chin, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, "tell me Noelly, and I will make you drown in my love..."

Noel, in response uttered a choked gasp, making Pekora's eyes light up and bunny-ears twitch in anticipation. The knight breathed as if on the verge of death, taking wheezing inhales and ragged exhales, feeling that hilted dick nearly against her lungs.

"…ease…." She muttered, inaudible, Pekora's sensitive bunny-ears twitched but even they couldn't hear. Noelly just paused, taking a breather for many seconds, before she tried again:

"Please…." Another long break, "…don't…."

Pekora's gaze froze, no reaction whatsoever as her mind was too stunned by Noel's spirit and unable to decide how to cope. One part wanted to just pound her right then, churn pussy-walls up with her big Peko-dick and break her. But Pekora just starred at her, and then began to bite into her lip.

Her dick pulsed, an urging wave to fuck threatening to consume Pekora as she knew right then that she choose the best mate possible.

"Human spirits are so strong…" she uttered in wonder, making that body underneath her writhe as her ass raised in a perfect arc, spine curving as she deliberately pulled her dick out of the womb, revealing glistening inches of bunny-dick into the air, inch after inch squelching out of the tight owned pussy with no end in sight until her ass was high in the air:

"Noel is a strong knight, isn't she? Cmon, Tell Peko you wanna go home. Or are you as weak as your little pussy?" Noel groaned, the rush of endorphins relenting as most of the dick was now out of her cunt, slowly pulling her out of that high, her semblance returning.

She murmured still, choking on her words:

"I- I wanna go- GUUUUOOHHHHHH~~~" Her words contorted to a brainless primal utterance as Pekora slammed down, driving her point home and filling that womb up once again; a quick shove that lacked strength but since speed and momentum equaled mass (or something like that) and Pekora was half-way bunny, her hips crashed down with a force that sent Noel's very bones rattling. She came instantly, writhing, pussy clutching the dick that Pekora once again slowly unsheathed. Her ass raised, and it wasn't the grinding sensation that made Noel whimper and her body shake; it was the fear of what that deliberate back pull meant.

When the dick came to a halt, Noel groaned, her head shaking "please…"

"Say it again." Pekora's voice was half demanding, half playing.

"NOO!!!" she screamed, not wanting to feel that big fat dick mold her pussy around its shape again.

"OUUGHHHHHHH~~~~" But Pekora slammed anyways, "BUT I DIDDNNNN'TTTT!!!!!" Noel wailed, screaming insistently, as if Pekora had no right to slam her massive cock in, and Pekora's eyes narrowed in response, kind of pissed off with Noel's resilience. She drew her hips back, faster this time around, and without demanding anything she slammed

"STUPID!" Then she lifted, and slammed

"WEAK!" again

"PUSSY!" again.

"GIVE IN!" *SLAM*

"GIVE IN!" *SLAM*

"GIVE IN!" *SLAM*

"GIVE IN!" *SLAM*

"OUGHHHH-- GODDDDDDD~~~~" her body twitched with every hilt, orgasming on every single slam of Pekora's punishing barrage, her big green eyes dazed in bliss and her mouth hung open wide in disbelief. Her body quaked and her legs didn't stop shaking. Pekora slamfucked her pussy in quick succession with 7 quick rapid-fire thrusts, and Noel already felt like she was about to pass out.

But when Pekora pulled back again, and her hips once again froze in the air, the accumulated orgasms and the dawning realization of what was to come sent Noel's mind reeling. While her mind begged for respite, her pussy clutched and convulsed around the dick that has so easily taken claim of her womb.

"Say you wanna go home." The voice slithered through her ears and made her cum. It was no different than holding a knife to her throat.

It was all too much.

She knew Pekora was gonna fuck her the whole night no matter what she said.

She knew her body kept screaming to her brain that this cock with its over dimensional proportions was the best dick that could ever fuck her pussy.

The knowledge that shit was gonna go down one way or another, Noel didn't just give up. Noel's body gathered all the last ounces of strength, taking a deep breath, and like the strong proper knight she was, she faced her end and didn't leave this world like a coward.

"I WANNA GOO HOMMMEEEEEEE!!!!"

Pekora, not giving a single fuck about Noel's honorable last stand, slammed down, ceasing the scream of resistance and instead forcing Noel to use the leftover oxygen in her lungs to release a guttural scream of surrender. Bliss crashed into her brain like a tsunami, sweeping her away, brain nonfunctioning, letting loose and making her squirt right on the spot. The giant dick drew out again, unfazed by the squirting stream of pussy-juices that jetted and splashed against the vein-riddled rigid surface and ran down the length in multiple dripping waves.

"Say it!" Pekora demanded, holding her hips poised again, and Noel's strong firm voice faltered to a shaking weak mumbling: "I wanna go- UGHHHHH~~~"

"Say it!"

"I wanna go ho-OUGHHHH~~~"

Again and again, Pekora slammed, pulled back, demanded, and slammed, punishing Noel's stubborn mind with reckless waves of pleasure, turning her utterly stupid and mindless with every punishing thrust into her core.

"You think I am gonna stop, don't you?" Pekora asked, her voice daring, but Noel:

"I wanna go home!" *SLAM* "UGGHHHHH~~" she didn't even hear anymore. Her senses were drowning, every tone, from the meaty impact of flesh, to Pekora's questions, as well as her own guttural cries; they all just ringed out into a faint noise. All she felt was this dick pummeling into her womb with mind-blanking force, and the raw draw-out that ended with an anticipating standstill. And whenever it stood still, Noel knew what she had to do. She repeated the words again and again, like a mantra, not even understanding their meaning anymore, not realizing how the words tapered off, falling and blending into each other, as her tongue felt so weak and struggled to move.

"I wona goe homeeee!" *SLAM* "OUGHHH~"

"Iwanagohoomeeeeee~~~" *SLAM* "GUUUUHHH~~"

"You wanna go home that badly, don't you Noelly?"

"Iwannagohome!"

Pekora didn't seem to mind how Noel turned more retarded with every passing second, and in an act of pure childish stubbornness, she lowered her head, and nuzzled her cheek against Noel's neck, resting: "too bad…" she uttered almost in a pout, "I am just gonna keep fucking your weak little pussy until you break then." She declared, closing her eyes, nuzzling in and continued. She stopped asking, knowing Noel was too senseless to hear anyways, before unsheathing and slamming her dick down with almost casual graze, uttering no single grunt of effort or satisfaction, as if she wasn't actually fucking Noel, and just engaging in an act of conditioning her pet. Her lips remained pursed, not a single tone leaving her throat, and yet it was like her dick took over the talking. Every time she pulled out, and halted in the air, it was like a means to exert pressure, making Noel's stupefied mind realize she had to repeat her mantra, say the words, and receive another womb-pummeling thrust as punishment.

Pekora continued on, resting her little frame on Noel, her hips moving nearly mechanically, as if she didn't even have to put any exertion into driving her ass high into the air, tensing her slender thighs, and her petite butt to burry that massive bitch-breaker down again and again.

Time lost all meaning as Noel's pussy was punished and fucked into submission. The chat has died down entirely; the constant orgasms of Noel turned the sheets between her thighs into a soaked puddle, that only grew with every passing minute.

Noel was unraveled. It was a merciless session solely meant to break her human spirit. The reserved, kind-hearted woman's words faltered entirely at some point.

Noel's breath and heart hitched every time the dick froze in the air, the anticipation of what was to come, and the realization that it was gonna overpower her, no matter how hard her pussy tightened down, melted all of her reservations. She groaned and moaned whenever the dick came slamming down into her womb, body twitching in orgasmic bliss, having long lost count to just how much and how long she has been cumming.

The more her inhibitions broke down, the more her body could focus on the sensations within; of how this stallion-sized rod just shredded her insides, dilating her little pussy, turning it sore and loose, and yet still holding an otherworldly girth that constantly ground against her nerve-endings with its textured vein-riddled surface.

She managed to repeat her mantra for many minutes, many dozen thrusts. But there was this moment - whether it was a particular thrust, or just the accumulated bliss from the ones before – in which different words slipped from her tongue when Pekora held her ass in the air:

"oh god…"

The bunny, still resting her cheek on Noel, opened one eye in wonder, but then, almost indifferently she closed it, slammed down and went on, consuming Noel more and more in the pleasure.

"So full…" *SLAM*

"So deep…" *SLAM*

"so deepppp!" *SLAM*

"its stretching me…" *SLAM*

"it's stretching me so-" *SLAM* "wiiiidddeeeeeee~~~~"

She opened up, uttering raw expressions which reflected the sensory onslaught consuming her, clearly and rawly describing what she was feeling inside her pussy. And then, a few thrusts in, her euphoric mind switched its focus, from what she was feeling, to WHY she was feeling it.

"so… big…" Noel muttered breathlessly, and then *SLAM* she writhed. The dick felt so much better all of a sudden as her reservations and doubts were gradually fucked out of her mind, drowning everything out except this massive dick inside her snatch. The overwhelmed of feeling the dick penetrate her very cervix suddenly filled her with a sense of completeness.

"fucking my pussy so deep…" allowing the usually reversed woman to utter words that should not have been in her vocabulary.

"pounding me so hard…"

"So fat…"

"So big… and….. FAT!"

"So good…" the words slipped from her tongue, and Noel felt so gratifying saying them.

"Big… Fat… COCK~~~" the last word escaped her lips in a guttural, almost primal growl, her voice strained and cracked as sensations of dick flooded her body.

"so… much… COCK!" she drew out with desperation, forgetting the decency of a woman as her usually soft voice contorts into a deep, vibrating growl, a sound reserved for animals. Not only losing her proper self, but her very damn semblance, as she turned into a being of abandon.

"Give it to me!" Every fan of Noel Shiragone wouldn't recognize this woman, "GIVE ME YOUR BIG FAT COCK!"

it was rewiring her entire mind. Every thrust into her womb was an onslaught to her senses. She couldn't take it, felt a wave of bliss sweeping her away on every thrust, and yet it kept going; the realization that Pekora just kept using her overstimulated pussy, despite her shaking, writhing, and cumming state drove her insane. With no sign of empathy or mercy, she stretched her out again and again, breaching her anatomical limits, busting through the cervix and into her womb, stuffing up more pussy than should be possible, and doing it all so casually, that she was gradually even convincing Noel that over a foot of dick in her pussy and womb was the most normal thing in the world. Noel's mind couldn't take it, and yet, with Pekora continuing on and on, some form of mental dissonance kicked in.

Just lying there, limps splayed out, legs spread wide to expose her core and get it slammed into every 3 seconds or so, Noel began to think, and soon realize that this wasn't her body. Her pussy belonged to Peko-cock. It was wrecking her. More of her senses died down, allowing her brain to focus and push Noel's mind even deeper into the sensations of that dick. Reservations, decency, it all seemed to die down until the only thing left was instinct; Her walls so responsive and sensitive at this point, that she could literally feel the overwhelming size as the massive dickhead dug a path, and all the vein-riddled inches followed like a train, stuffing her pussy up, bloating out her womb, bulging out her belly, and reminding her over and over again that this dick, with its obscene proportions wasn't meant to please a woman.

"DESTROY MY WEAK HUMAN PUSSY!" Noel growled like an animal. And Pekora, still nuzzling into her neck, couldn't stop her lips from curving up in a satisfied smile. Her embracing arms tightened, pulling herself deeper into Noel's body:

"You love Peko-cock Noelly?" she asked, hips once again halting in the air, making Noel's senses explode; the earlier fear from what that halt meant, turned to a restless desire that consumed every pore in her body. Every millisecond of stillness was agonizing; her soaked snatch convulsing rhythmically, tightening down, and all Noel wanted was to feel that dick pummel through her cervix and stuff her cunt up with an abundance of bunny-dick-meat.

So she screamed, as loud as her vocal-cords allowed:

"I LOVE PEKO-COCK!" only for the dick to pummel down, and with her head already tilted back to the limits, her neck only tensed up, showing beautiful outlines of that feminine anatomy under all that creamy white skin as another orgasm rushed over her. She was exposing her neck and all its nerve-endings in submission, surrendering to that ravishing cock inside her body, and uttering guttural noises that no human being was supposed to make.

Pekora moaned in a squeak, her dick so hard and restless, balls feeling so heavy and warm with all the bunny-juice waiting to find a new home.

Noel's pussy loosened up, ready to give that massive dick free passage to pull out, so that it could drive back inside again and again and again, but when Pekora's hips remained tense, and refused to pull out, Noel's back arched off the bed, all her sensors overwhelmed by the sudden break of the usual rhythm, forcing her cunt to adapt, and tighten back down.

Pekora's cute little features flinched as she felt all the warmth embracing her dick, feeling connected with Noel in the most literal sense; her embrace so warm and satisfactory, prompting her to linger a little while longer, and yet her dick throbbed and flexed inside the pussy, veins pulsing, blood pumping and her balls churning begging Pekora to get herself over the edge.

"Peko-cock is all your weak human pussy wants, right?"

"oughhhh ~~ yeeassssshhhhh~~~~"

Pekora grunted, and as if her body had its own mind, her hips began to pound. They lifted off, and without a break, they slammed down, rhythmically churning up Noel's cunt, pistoning into her exposed core and making Noel scream her very damn lungs out.

"UGGGHHHOOOUUGHHHHHHHH~~~~" she howled out as that dick straight-up wrecked her, moans mingling with breaths, breaths mingling with gasps, and gasps mingling with moans again. She was overwhelmed by the sensation, babbling, and screaming and breathing as the dick slammed down with a force and impact that was not fair.

Pekora was less than light-weight, sporting no mass to back up each hilt of her dick, but again, speed equaled mass: the sheer range of motion Pekora could gather with her hips ridiculously high in the air, and the momentum her tiny little frame gathered on its long way down to Noel's exposed core, was not enough to make the bed creak, but more than enough to flatten that fat white ass down to the mattress, making the mass of white creamy flesh compress as she was forced to take the full brunt of that bunny-dick spearing itself up her very chest.

With Pekora, pushing herself against Noel, she could feel the skin underneath her ripple and writhe every time she slammed her dickhead into that womb; Noel's entire body and muscles convulsing under the reckless onslaught.

She was a broken, unraveled mess, eyes rolled up to the whites, strands of silver hair clinging to her beautiful round face, while her tongue weakly twitched as it lolled in the open air, reducing every single compliment that she threw at Pekora into muffled nonsense.

"What else does your weak human pussy want, Noelly?" Her voice was tinged with tension, just a little bit, but that's who she was. A fully overloaded battery, with endless libido for whom this literal onslaught on Noel's body and mind, was nothing special; another sick joke of mother nature.

When Noel made out the tension in Pekora's voice, her heart leaped and she squirted intensely.

"BUNNY-JUICE!" she screamed and then felt them; fat plump balls, each the size of grapefruits smashing into her ass again and again.

Pekora smacked her lips, sighing deeply as she felt the tension within her loins boiling over:" Does Noel want to go home or does she want my creamy bunny-juice?" Pekora's voice was chill, not even betraying how close she was.

"Bunny juice! BUNNY JUICE! BUNNY JUICE!!! BUNNY-" the world stood still, Noel's entire expression frozen as Pekora hilted herself, her massive dick pulsing and not a split second later, a geyser of creamy white bunny-batter burst out of her dick with such force, that Noel could feel it physically.

A palpable sensation of hot, scorching heat radiating from her most sacred place. Her baby chamber was flooded with it, all the white cream stretching out and filling up every crevice inside her womb. "JUIIICEEEEEEE~~~~~"

Noel's eyes went right back to rolling up as she felt a deep pressure within her, the massive dick sealing up the escape routes, clogging the semen inside her, while still pumping out.

Noel's womb was full, but so were Pekora's balls. And when the bunny's pelvic floor contracted, and the cum surged, no pressure in this world could stop her.

The bunny breathed a single sigh as she pumped a life's worth of seed into Noel's pussy. She felt how the pressure against her own skin increased, Noel's belly bulging around the sheer amount of cum, bloating out in tandem with her womb as Pekora's dick refused to stop pumping. More than a dozen jets of dickcream spurted out, each one enough to bukkake Noel's entire face, and it just stuffed her entire womb up, drowning Noel's eggs in an ocean of cum as well as her consciousness in an ocean of bliss.

She just pumped everything into her underequipped baby-chamber, unloading all of her balls' contents. Noel's screams contorted to strained, choked groans. Every breath made her aware of the pressure inside her body. And yet, all it filled her with was a sense of satisfaction that no one could understand if they didn't experience it.

She just lay there, body unresponsive, her womb inseminated with so much cum, that every pore of her body surrendered fully to Pekora.

As the restless spurts of cum began to subside, and the tension in Pekora's face relaxed, a faint ringing got clearer. She ignored it, savoring that post-nut-clarity, letting it

RIIIIINNNG*

RIIIIINNNG*

"RIIIIIIIING*

"RIIIIIIIING*

until it stopped.

…

"Wait." she panicked, eyes tearing open before she sprung up,

"OUFGGHHHHH~~~ WAIIIITTTTTT-- FUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!"

Her massive dick SLURCHED out, uncorking it in an instant, jumping off the bed, and not even sparing Noel a glance as her body writhed and a moment later a veritable geyser of thick, creamy bunny-milk flooded out, staining her inner thighs and sheets as it jetted out like a fountain, but Pekora was already out of the door.

The bunny ran towards her door, tore it open, and saw the delivery-man already leaving her porch.

Pekora ran, butt-naked, the setting sun gave her massive cum-stained dick a slick sheen, as it hung and swayed: "WAIT!" she screamed and before the delivery man could fully turn around and realize that he had to look 2 feet down to see Pekora's face, Pekora already snatched the package out of his hands, turning it and twisting until she saw the label "Pekora Peko".

"Thanks" she said, and before the man could even comprehend that this girl sported one hell of a dick, she was already running back, slamming her door shut, rushing towards Noel's, leaping into the mattress, ignoring the loud SPLORTCH as her knees immersed in the pool of seed, which was still flooding out of Noel, only to grab her dick, and slam it back into her hole, plugging it up once again

" OUGHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDD~~~~"

Noel squirted on Pekora's crotch, body writhing and head once again tilting back in a long guttural scream, but Pekora only cared about the package, tearing it to shreds, pulling it out and holding it in the air, examining it in the basking room light.

Pekora's eyes turned to stars for a moment as she beheld her newest item

"It's beautiful…" she muttered, eyes gleaming with joy as she leaned down, took full advantage of Noel's exposed neck and wrapped the collar right around it.

"haaaa~~~" Pekora eyelids drooped, and her smile curved up in utter satisfaction. She looked at the little pendant, a tiny little carrot, and began flicking her finger around it:

"My personal little carrot." She uttered possessively, chuckling lightly and instead of jumping of joy, she humped Noel's pussy of joy, giving that cunt some proper attention, making Noel moan and groan out at the abuse of her sore pussy, her dick still hard as a rock, and Noel knew that one single womb-bloating load wasn't enough for Pekora. She would be laying in this bed, screaming her lungs out, and get her pussy ravished and bloated with seed until morning, and it wasn't even night yet.

Epilogue

"Why…" Noel whimpered, legs shaky as she struggled to walk through the quiet moonlit streets; another escape attempt failed. Another collab-stream ended and Noel asked Pekora if she could go out, catch some fresh air, obviously only to catch the nearest train and get the hell out of here, but Pekora casually decided to plug up her holes for a good 6 hours, before taking a quick shower and taking Noel out for a walk.

She walked right beside the taller knight, glaring up at her with sparky eyes, the whimpering question not registering for a moment as the bunny thought a leash would fit that collar pretty well. Maybe she would order one?

"What do you mean why? You said you wanted to go out!" Pekora finally retorted, voice laced with mock innocence.

"But not like this!" she whined, feeling Pekora's gloved hand on her ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh with an almost possessive glee. The bunny had no shame playing around with that ass on the nightly streets, tugging Noel's lacy panties into the cleft of her ass, ignoring Noel's trembling fingers as they tried to shield her exposed skin, easily shoving them away to fiercely grip that doughy white rump with a solid grip. She was humiliated, her gaze starring everywhere but at Pekora as the bunny tore her out to the streets after blowing countless loads into her, giving her only 10 minutes to recover from their marathon session so that Pekora could take a shower. Every path they walked or turn they took was marked by a trail of her leaking wetness or Pekora's cum, which had been buried so deep into Noel's cunt – her womb to be precise - that she could feel the pooling thickness lazily trickling out of her cervix and down her channel, soaking her panties and dripping down as they walked, resembling a walk of shame for the knight.

Noel's attempts stop the groping grew weaker and weaker, her body, still aching from the earlier pounding, responded involuntarily to every touch, feeling the wet lace of her panties riding high and digging into her sensitive folds with every tug of Pekora's finger. And whenever she wasn't playing with those panties, her palm tented to those wide pristine globes, cupping one of Noel's ass cheeks and digging fingers deep into the soft flesh as if to test the firmness. Her petite hands looked almost comical against Noel's ample curves, but For Noel it was anything but funny.

"Geez…" Pekora murmured, averting her gaze in a pout, "Here I was thinking I am gonna do you a favor taking you out for a walk, and this is how you thank me?" she looked to the side, a pout on her face that lasted a mere second, before she looked back at Noel, nuzzling into her side – into her tit - while smiling up at Noel like a content pet-owner, a wicked glint sparking in those wide blue pupils.

The knight grumped, groaning silently to herself as she tried to avoid that predatory gaze, looking aside awkwardly, lips pursed in a straight line: "Don't even think about that!" she tried to assert herself, though her voice was hitching and shaking.

"About what?" Pekora asked in a sing-song voice, acting none the wiser, pulling Noel's pants with more force, nearly making her jolt.

"You know what!" She stopped in her tracks, "let's just go home if you want to do- HIA?!" she was about to turn around, before a sharp, stinging jolt ripped through her butt, rocking up her spine and enticing a squeak into the empty streets.

It thundered, and Noel's cheeks went red in panic, holding a hand over her mouth in hopes no sleeping neighbor heard her outburst, not realizing that if someone did, it would rather be due to the resounding smack that echoed through the night like a thunderclap, her fat firm, yet yielding butt absorbing the force of Pekora's hand and amplifying it thanks to its perfect balance of firmness and softness. Her plush flesh rippled in response, the skin flushing with the mark of Pekora's tiny hand, the jiggle of the impact prolonged with every step she took.

Pekora gave it time to jiggle and react, before placing her palm back onto the naked cheek, pulling Noel into her, and nuzzling even deeper against her, resting her tiny little head against that soft tit, and staring up at Noel with a calm soft-lidded gaze:

"I love it when you act strong Noelly." She hummed, feeling playful and Noel knew playful meant nothing good.

"It looks so different to your silly face when we fuck. I think the park's closer than our home, let's go there, okay? I doubt no one's there at this hour. And then I will put it in your ass."

She shuddered in response, body stifling and halting on pure instinct only for another crackling smack to revibrate through the empty streets. The bunny was a cute, adorable thing, but Noel knew best she was anything but that.

Pekora starred, and bit into her lip, her voice sweet, yet strained with something else: "the third time you make me slap your butt, I am gonna put it inside you right here."

"Nghhh…" Noel could only muster a whimper, feeling that hand on her ass, that petite body against her side. Her gaze drifted down beyond that seemingly innocent smile, and every time her eyes took in that massive thing, a pang of shame overcame her. Every time they neared an intersection, her body tensed, and her voice hitched at the fear of crossing another person.

Her carrot-collar, Pekora's open possessive smile, or how she was holding her butt, as embarrassing as all of it was, it was nothing compared the heavy swinging pendulum-like swings of Pekora's massive arm-sized cock, hanging down her petite knees, a gigantic pillar of meat that would give anyone who could see Noel like this the wrong idea that the composed, kind-hearted knight was a ridiculous size-queen that loved huge bitch-breaking, womb-penetrating girldicks.

"Why can't you at least hide that?" Noel asked in a breathless plea, and Pekora, looked down her own body, following Noel's gaze with a genuine irritated O on her lips, as she looked at her enormous heavy cock swinging between her thighs with every step, her eyes as innocent as they were cruel couldn't really understand what the problem was.

"You mean my Peko-dick?"

Noel blushed, averting her gaze, "yes…"

"hmmm… I think I forgot to turn it back. How did I even fit that into my panties?" Pekora pondered, genuinely, before she just as quickly looked back up at Noel, having that predatory subtle smile on her lips again, "But it's better this way, no? Everyone that looks at us will know that Noelly is my soon-to-be-wife/fuck-pet/Peko-baby-mother."

"Nnghhhh…." Noel whimpered again, her body softening against Pekora's advances, realizing how futile it all was and that no matter what, her dreams and her life as it was, were now over.

"OH, look Noelly. We're at the park!"