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"Hey! Stop! Please, wait for me!" Sven was frantically waving both his arms as he rushed to the bus stop, trying to catch the bus at all costs. If he didn't manage to take this one, he would have to wait another half hour for the next one, and he was already running late -- again. The entire week had been a disaster, and the lynx simply couldn't afford to arrive late at work for the fifth time in a row. But this time, there was still a chance! Although the bus doors were already closed, the driver seemed to pity him because they hadn't left yet.

Unfortunately, fate cruelly denied him his only chance and shoved an obstacle in his path at the worst moment. Suddenly, a massive black wall emerged before him, large enough to blot out the sun, and before the lynx could react or even identify who or what had stepped between him and his destination, he slammed head-first into it. Staggered by the tremendous impact, he stumbled back and clumsily tripped over his own feet, crashing to the ground with a dazed yelp. In the overwhelming chaos, he also dropped his glasses, and his backpack flopped open, all his office utensils and lunch box dropping onto the pavement. That was just his luck because by the time he had collected all his stuff, the bus was definitely long gone. "Why the hell does this always happen to me?"

"Well, I could ask the same, boy. What were you thinking when you were running like a cat possessed?"

Sven flinched as a booming, irritated voice rang in his ears, telling him exactly what kind of obstacle he had crashed into. "Oh shit, I'm sorry! So sorry!" He hastily pawed at the ground, searching for his glasses. When he finally found them and put them on, he found himself staring at a huge, disgruntled reindeer, her intimidating appearance reinforced by the pair of massive, intimidating antlers on her head and the half-rimmed glasses on her muzzle. She was an angry giantess veiled in a dapper black suit with stockings, high-heels, a long skirt, and a vast vest that had considerable troubles constraining her ample bust. And while her piercing gaze thankfully only looked like it could kill, she was packed with bulging muscles and looked like she could rip him apart without breaking a sweat. Terrified into a quivering heap, the lynx croaked, "Please, I only wanted to catch my bus. I never wanted to run into you, really!"

The reindeer was about to drop another snide remark when suddenly, her muzzle froze, and her eyes widened. After staring at the lynx for another tense second, her frown suddenly turned into a tentative smile, and she asked, "Hey, I know you! Is that you, Sven?"

"Yeah, that's my name... wait a second, how do you know? Who are you? Do I know you?" Sven blurted out.

"Yes, it's me, Catrin, your friend from high school. Don't you remember me?" the reindeer responded, slightly disappointed at Sven's reaction. However, her name did unlock something in the rearmost part of his head.

Memories of a young, cheerful reindeer popped into the lynx's mind, a slightly chubby and eager gal he used to know before their paths abruptly diverged after graduation. However, the species was the only similarity he could find between the girl of his memories and the buff lady towering over him. There was no way that they were the same person! "I mean, I do remember a Catrin from high school, but... well..."

A knowing grin broadened on the reindeer's muzzle, and she burst into gleeful laughter. "You mean, she was a small, chubby dork who always wore silly round glasses and pleated skirts."

"Hey, those glasses weren't silly. They were cute!... wait, it's really you? Muffin? You... you look a lot different than I remember you! Wow, you look gorgeous."

"Oh, thank you, Sven. Meanwhile, you're still the same cute, handsome boy you were back then," Catrin snickered, reaching him a big paw. "But let's get you off the ground before you take root." She yanked him up with tremendous strength before swiftly gathering all the things he had strewn over the sidewalk and handing them back to him.

Now that Sven knew who he was looking at, he recognized more and more of the details that defined Catrin like the familiar brown and white pattern of her fur, the adorable freckles on her cheeks, and last but not least, the bulge on her skirt revealing that there was something more to the reindeer than first meets the eye.

As if a dam had broken, a flood of memories rushed into Sven's mind and threw him back a few years to when he had been in high school with her. His excitement about the unexpected reunion rose quickly, but much to his dismay, she had to curb his enthusiasm, reminding him why she was in full office gear. "Here, that should be everything, Sven. And as much as I'd love to invite you for a coffee, I really need to get going posthaste, because I've got a meeting coming up and I'm running terribly late. But I'm available this evening if you want to visit me and talk about old times," she apologized and grabbed the lynx's paw, slipping something inside. "Here's my address. Now, take care and have a nice day, Sven!"

"I... um, okay. Take care and have a nice day, too, Catrin!" Sven gave the reindeer a hasty wave while she was already hurrying off to wherever she needed to be. This encounter had ended just as abruptly as it had begun, leaving him with an aching butt, a whole heap of nostalgic memories, and a little scrap of paper in his paw. After taking a quick look at her address -- just two blocks away from his apartment -- he remembered that he was running late as well, and that wouldn't get any better if he kept standing around, staring at the pavement like a buffoon. So for now, he moved to the bus stop and went on with his day, pushing the encounter into the back of his mind as there were more pressing matters to prepare for.

Fortunately, the scolding Sven received at work was gentler than anticipated. His boss acknowledged that he was having an absolutely crappy week and overlooked his tardiness in exchange for a cake for the department. So after the initial trouble, the last day of his week commenced as usual, and as it progressed, the lynx's thoughts returned to the surprise meeting with Catrin time and time again. It had been such a long time since they had last seen each other, and she had changed so much that he wasn't even sure how much of the reindeer's original self was still present. Besides, they hadn't parted on the best of terms. Not that there had been bad blood between them, quite the contrary, but a series of unfortunate circumstances had driven them apart far too quickly. In the confusing weeks of transitioning from high school to a university in a completely different city, he had simply forgotten about her, their friendship cruelly snuffed by the new stage of his life. But that moment was long over and forgotten, and as far as he could tell, she didn't resent him for it.

Ultimately, Sven decided to take Catrin up on her offer and pay her a visit after work. Despite everything else, he was really curious about where life had taken her and how she had transformed from that little bundle of joy into the mountain of muscle he had walked into earlier.

After work, Sven took a quick detour to the flower shop to buy a colorful bouquet of flowers for Catrin. He felt that this was the least he owed her after cutting ties with her so brusquely. Once at his apartment, he slipped into something more casual than his office gear only to leave immediately after, following the address she had given him.

Eventually, the lynx ended up in front of a venerable city house clad with ocher-colored bricks and plaster ornaments. It was an impressive sight that honestly made him a little nervous. He didn't really feel like he belonged in such a posh neighborhood, but despite his reservations, he soon brought himself to walk up to the ornamental wooden main door and knock.

Merely a few seconds later, Sven heard the clopping of hooves, and when it stopped, the door opened to reveal the same hulking reindeer he had encountered this morning. Just like him, Catrin had traded in her fancy suit for a casual outfit, a pleated blue skirt, a black sports bra that clung tightly to her impressive physique, and a silver pendant around her neck. The rest of her glistening, sweaty fur and most of her bulging muscles were completely exposed, and her attire beautifully accentuated her shapely butt, massive thighs, and ample cleavage, a sight he could hardly tear himself away from. Only the sound of the reindeer's amused giggle managed to snap the lynx out of his stupor, and he blushed furiously as he realized how boldly he had been staring at her. Fortunately, she didn't mind his curiosity. "Hey, Sven. I'm glad you could make it. Some things have changed quite a bit since our last time, haven't they? Also, are those flowers in your paw?"

With a hasty nod, Sven offered her the flowers and stammered, "Hey, Catrin. H-here, I thought... well, I wanted to make up for... disappearing after high school."

"Thank you so much, and don't beat yourself up about it. What happened then is history now, and I've moved on since then, as you can see," Catrin replied with a warm smile and plucked the flowers from the lynx's paws before she pulled him into a bear hug. Suddenly, the feline was so close to her that he could feel all of her new qualities at once, the incredible strength in her arms as she lifted him up, her tough abs and soft cleavage as she pressed him against her, and a noseful of her sweaty, pervasive musk. The reindeer swiftly kissed him on each cheek before setting him back down and remarking abashedly, "Sorry, I've just returned from training, so I didn't have the time to shower yet. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, no worries! It's completely fine," Sven returned with a glowing blush.

"Phew, that's a relief. Now come, let's go inside, shall we?" the reindeer invited him with a sweeping gesture and turned around, guiding the lynx through a narrow entrance hall and a narrow corridor to her living room. It was a cozy chamber outfitted with wooden parquet, countless old bookshelves, a fancy chandelier, and a set of lavish black couches and armchairs in the center.

After Catrin had seated her feline visitor on the largest of her sofas and placed the flowers in an ornate porcelain vase, she slumped into an armchair across from him and reclined with a deep sigh. "Ah, this is just what I needed after a hard workout. Anyway, what brings you here, Sven?"

Sven had never been so nervous before, not even during his most stressful job interviews. For some reason, it was even more flustering to meet someone he used to know so well after they had changed so much. The lynx nervously smacked his lips and adjusted his glasses before he felt ready to reply. "Well, here and now? Your invitation. But to this city? Mainly my new work. I've started working at an office for public waterworks a month ago after I finally graduated. You've been living here for longer, I assume? With this house and all?"

"Yeah, I've been living here ever since I left high school. I was trained as a secretary and landed a well-paid job at a prestigious tech corp. On that note, I've got something to confess to you. You're not the only one who just disappeared after high school. I kinda got so wrapped in my training that I couldn't think about anything else, and by the time the dust settled, you were already gone without a trace. Had we only taken one moment to settle addresses and stuff... but yeah, hindsight is always easier than foresight, and there's nothing we can do about that. What counts is that we somehow found each other after all, right?"

"That's right. It took a while, but here we are. Although, looking at you, that's not the only thing you've been up to, has it?"

"Oh no, not at all. There's so much that has happened since then!" With a glowing smile on her lips, Catrin began to tell the story of her life. Or at least the few years since they had parted ways. Sven was awed at all the things she had experienced in her brief but eventful position as an executive's secretary so far, but most of all, he was intrigued by the glow-up she had gone through physically. It wasn't uncommon for reindeer to experience a very late growth spurt, but hers had literally added three feet to her height. And with it, she had also discovered her enthusiasm for weight training, which had turned her into a literal behemoth. In the light of her accomplishments, his own felt meager. He had only just left the protective embrace of university to venture out into the world, but Catrin still listened to his stories with genuine curiosity.

As their conversation drifted through the bygone years, Sven couldn't help but notice that Catrin was becoming more and more relaxed. Sprawling over the armchair, the hulking reindeer sank deeper and deeper into the dark seat while her legs spread apart ever further, coincidentally granting him an unobstructed view under her skirt. But even as the lynx forced himself to only look at her face or the furniture, he ultimately couldn't escape the naughty temptation. When he finally risked a peek, he saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear and that her body had grown in more aspects than just her height. Between her legs rested a pair of huge balls and the sweaty outline of a half-erect dark horsecock that was a lot bigger than he remembered. The sight conjured a glowing red blush on the feline's face and he reflexively crossed his legs, intently staring at the framed painting behind Catrin as if it was the most interesting piece of art in the world, even though it consisted of only a handful of crisscrossing ink lines. Fortunately, the reindeer hadn't noticed his peek, or at least didn't say anything about it, because she was still casually talking about her first day with her new boss.

Eventually, their conversational journey through time took them back to high school, and with every story Catrin told, she unlocked more and more dusty memories in Sven's brain. So it wasn't long before he began sharing his own fun tales and perspectives with her, reminiscing about their time together. However, there was one memory that stood above all others.

"Speaking of lessons I hated, do you remember PE with Mr. Garrick, that old, sour bastard?" Catrin groaned and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, he really taught us to fear sports. Luckily, most of us have managed to cope with that trauma. Some more than others," Sven snickered and nodded at her.

"And I have you to thank for. Do you remember that one summer day just before vacation? We sneaked back into the gym after class, and you showed me how to properly do gymnastics and not that shit our teacher made us do."

"Yeah, I just couldn't watch him torment you anymore because you happened to be small and not the most athletic. You deserved better than that, even though I still remember that I wasn't the best in sports either. Honestly, I just kinda winged that lesson for you, but anything for my best friend at the time."

"But how you winged it! I've never had as much fun in my life as I did back then. Not to mention the aftermath," Catrin gushed, a naughty grin growing on her lips. "All sweaty and worked up, we made out on the mat trolley, stripped down, and suddenly, you were over me, kissed me on the lips, and popped my cherry. Oh, that's something I never forgot, even after you were gone."

Now that she had mentioned that crucial moment, Sven immediately remembered it as well. Unlike her, he had actually forgotten about their tryst in the chaotic weeks that followed, but now that the memory returned, it returned with a vengeance, reddening his cheeks as he bashfully hid his face behind his paws. How had he ever forgotten that!? "Yes, what a moment..."

"Speaking of friends and fun, I bet you've made a lot at university? Maybe even found someone special for you?"

"W-well, yeah, kinda. I've had a group of guys I used to hang out with and tried something more a few times. Most of it didn't work out, and even the most promising ultimately fizzled out. And now that I'm in a new city, or rather back where I came from, it's gotten harder again. I mean, I'm still in touch with some of my buddies, but other than that... I'm still waiting for an opportunity," Sven explained, nervously rubbing his neck.

"Like it always goes, right? They come and go, some stay and others don't, and some even find each other again after several years," Catrin added with an encouraging smile.

"Yeah, I guess. Anyway, how are you doing, Catrin? After all, you stayed, and I think some of our classmates stayed as well. Are you still in touch with them?"

"Yes, I've become close friends with Mara and Larissa, the two vixens from our class, and I've made quite a few new friends during training. However, just like you, I haven't found anyone yet. There's just nobody who carries that spark, the one I felt with you. Nobody ever was as genuine as..." The reindeer's voice broke, and her smile faltered. A longing expression spread across her face as she stared at Sven. Her confidence had shattered like a porcelain vase, and all of a sudden, she looked again like the young reindeer he had left all those years ago, insecure and timid. Apparently, the trip down memory lane affected her emotions just as much as it affected his.

"As genuine as who? Catrin, is everything alright?" Sven sat up on the couch and returned her gaze with concern.

"Sven?"

"Yes?

"I know it has been a few years, and quite a lot has changed since then, but I still wish that we hadn't parted ways back then. We can't turn back time. You've said it yourself, but..." The reindeer swallowed nervously and looked at him. "We're both single and looking, we've been best friends for so long, and we live in the same town again. I..."

"You want to give it another try with me?" Sven cautiously completed the reindeer's thought, not entirely sure if that's what she was getting at. In high school, it had made sense for the two shy dorks to be a couple, but now? She was a goddess of beauty and power while he... was just a guy. "Are you sure? You? With me?"

Catrin nodded coyly and rose from her armchair, slowly approaching him. "Yes, of course with you, tiger. So, what do you say?"

Sven flinched and looked up at the hulking reindeer. That was a nickname he hadn't heard in ages, and it felt even less appropriate than it had back then. To her question, however, he had only one response, "Yes. Muffin, I don't even know what else to say..."

As if on command, Catrin dashed forward and pounced on him, reeling the lynx into a big hug and burying him under her heavy body. Her sudden embrace overwhelmed Sven completely. He only managed a squeaky mewl before she pressed her muzzle on his and gave him a stormy kiss. As her paws closed around his back, she parted her lips and dragged her tongue over his lips, teasing him until he embraced her offer and reciprocated the kiss with all the passion he could muster.

As the initial surprise settled, Sven noticed just how much the voluptuous reindeer turned him on. Each of his breaths was full with her sweaty musk, a concoction that hit his horny brain like the most potent aphrodisiac, while she pinned him down with her ample cleavage and the raw weight of her muscles. His cock grew rock-hard within seconds, and he got so aroused by her forceful affection that a horny moan escaped his lips.

However, the lynx wasn't the only one getting all hot and bothered as they made out. Soon, he felt Catrlin's fat, swelling schlong pressing against his body, separated only by a few thin layers of sweat-and pre-soaked fabric, and with each passing second, her advances grew a little bolder. Thanks to her incredible strength, the feline quickly felt like a toy in her grasp, and as she dominated his muzzle with her tongue, her paws roamed his body, squeezing and kneading his flesh and groping his butt.

Although Catrin treated Sven with rough, mindless lust, it only aroused him all the more. Years had passed since they had last met, and she had grown into a big girl, but after their exchange, he knew that her heart and mind were still the same, and if there was one person he could trust to treat him the way he deserved, it was her.

Finally, after the reindeer had groped and squeezed every part of Sven's body and thoroughly soaked him with her scent, she broke the kiss and pulled away, only to apologize immediately, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry! I got carried away, and I sometimes forget how strong I..."

"Shh!" Sven pressed a finger on her lips and shook his head, taking off his glasses and putting them down so they wouldn't accidentally be subjected to her strength. "This is perfect. I'm a tough boy, and I can take it, so keep going, will you?"

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. I let you go once before, but I finally learned not to let you go again. Besides, you already were a cutie back in high school, and you're smoking hot now." The lynx demonstratively licked his lips and planted a few kisses on her sweat-drenched sports bra.

Catrin gave Sven a flustered gaze and blushed furiously under her brown fur. "Oh, tiger, how I've missed you~" Then, she reached under the seams of her bra and pulled it up over her head, only slowing down so as not to tear it with her antlers.

As the reindeer raised her arms, Sven's gaze dropped onto her exposed armpits. Dense bushes of long, cream fur sprouted from the steaming pits, dripping with sweat and infused with her scent after what must've been a long and arduous workout. The sight alone made his muzzle water. "And how I missed you." Unable to restrain himself anymore, he wrapped his arms around her trained waist and shoved his muzzle deep into the crevice. It was wonderfully warm and wet, and just one whiff of her musky stench overshadowed anything he had smelled of her so far, a concoction that was as heavy as it was potent.

The lynx's brain turned to mush within a couple of breaths, and he moaned like a slut as more of his powerful partner's scent invaded his nostrils. He could feel her stunned gaze on his hide, but he didn't care what she thought. He needed more, and he shoved his nose as deep into the sweaty fur as he could, panting and huffing her aroma like an eager dog.

Catrin acknowledged the lynx's unquestioning devotion with a deep, blissful moan and let him breathe her raw musk for another minute before she gently moved him away from her pit and began to undress him. He mewled and stared at her in confusion, his mind still foggy with musk and lust as she swiftly removed his T-shirt and his pants, revealing more and more of his fluffy gray fur.

Finally, only a pair of boxer shorts stood between her and a naked cat, but that couldn't stop the horny reindeer. She eagerly reached into his underwear and playfully squeezed his junk before pulling down his boxers and exposing his rigid, throbbing cock. "Fuck, you're such a handsome boy, tiger. A snack if I ever saw one."

Now it was the reindeer's turn to undress, and a stunned gasped escaped Sven's muzzle as he watched her paws wandering onto her skirt. Excruciatingly slowly, she opened it up and pulled it down to reveal what she was packing underneath. Even though the lynx had caught a glimpse of her endowment before, he watched the revelation with bated breath. He quivered with lust and drooled with desire as she unveiled her lush pubes, the messy, curly fur glistening with just as much sweat as her armpits and then inch after inch of her fat horsecock. Unlike before, she was fully erect now, carrying more than a foot of sweaty ebony cock meat between her massive thighs. Back in university, he had seen a few dicks, but none as delicious as hers.

The lynx was preparing to worship Catrin's cock with every fiber of his being when she surprised him with a completely different offer. Without missing a beat, she dropped on the couch next to him, spread her legs, and cooed, "Sven, before we do anything else, there's something I wanted to ask you. If you..."

"Whatever it is, I'll do it, muffin!"

Catrin shot him a perplexed look before she burst into giggles. "Well then. Remember our first and only time? I want you to do the same what you did back then. I want you to eat me out and fuck me on the couch like you fucked me on the mat trolley."

"Um... are you sure you want me to fuck you? I'd bend over in a heartbeat for you. I can..."

"No, I said fuck me, tiger. So shut your adorable mouth and lick my pussy already!"

This time, her voice left no room for interpretation, and Sven obeyed immediately, faster than even he expected, dropping between the reindeer's thighs and shuffling closer to the tempting treasures of her body. Her warmth, her thighs, and her overpowering musk enveloped him, so when he finally reached her sweaty cock, a single lick across her glans was enough to explode his mind with bliss and ignite a powerful craving. The lynx needed more, and ensnared by lust, he promptly discarded the order she had just given him. He eagerly wrapped both paws around her shaft and pressed his muzzle against her flared tip, a rumbling purr escaping his throat as he made out with her leaking urethra, swallowing and gulping her salty pre as if it was the most exquisite drink in the world.

Catrin let Sven indulge her for another minute before she stepped in and gently grabbed him by the scruff. The lynx protested with a weak meow as she pried him off her dick, but his objection turned into a muffled groan of pleasure as she shoved his face right under her sack and against her cunt. "Remember my words, you horny tiger? You do my pussy now, and you can play with my cock as much as you want later, okay?"

Sven only responded with a lusty moan as the reindeer squeezed his nose into the crease between her moist pussy and heavy sack. With his muzzle flush against her dripping folds, he darted his tongue into her hot channel and began to lick her insides in an eager frenzy. Not a second later, her thundering cry of bliss rang in his ears, and a gush of her sweet juices splashed all over his face, fueling his hunger even more. So the lynx thrust as deep and fast as he could, twisting and curling his muscle to elicit more of that delicious nectar.

Catrin moaned and sighed with ecstasy as the horny feline worshiped her plump pussy. Her husky voice empowered Sven's ministrations and turned his tongue into a blur as he lost himself in her addictive flavors, relishing every second of the best dinner he had ever had. Soon the seconds turned to minutes as he got swept away by his own desires, and once again, it was the reindeer who interrupted his mindless devotion and pulled him away from her wet cunt. Her broad paws reached around his waist, and she hoisted him up with tender but relentless force, slowly dragging him onto her ample chest and shoving his face deep into her cleavage.

This time, the lynx was so high on his lust he didn't even complain that Catrin treated him like an obstinate pet, a toy she only used to satisfy her carnal urges. Besides, being the big girl's plaything turned him on like nothing else anyway. He didn't have to bother thinking as she guided him, he only had to follow his horny instincts, and whatever she did to him, he knew that he was going to enjoy it, no matter what, because he loved every part of her.

Finally, the feline's painfully erect dick bumped into something wet and hot, and without thinking about it at all, he started thrusting, grinding, and shoving his meat against some unknown part of his partner's sweaty body.

"You're so impatient, tiger. You can't even wait until you're inside me, humping my thigh like your life depends on it," Catrin teased him with a salacious snicker.

Sven blushed as he realized just how needy he must seem to her, but already with the next thrust, any shame he felt about it was flushed away, and he just kept going, grinding against her sweaty fur and bulging muscles.

The feline's humping frenzy was cut short when the reindeer finally reached for his cock and guided him to her slit since he was clearly too horny to do it himself. How fortunate that he had her to help him.

The moment Catrin let go, Sven continued humping her, but this time his cock actually ended up inside her cunt, and a cry of pure bliss poured from his maw as her hot flesh engulfed him. She was so wonderfully tight, and every thrust into her wet depths blessed him with another wave of pleasure. This was so much better than her thigh or masturbating, this was absolute perfection, and he couldn't get enough of it.

However, as the lynx pounded the reindeer in a horny, feral frenzy, the excessive stimulation quickly overwhelmed him. After not even a dozen strokes, he came with a needy cry and collapsed on her while filling her with a few spurts of cum, perhaps a teaspoon full and definitely less than she just leaked in precum alone.

Sven didn't even realize what had happened until his orgasmic haze cleared, but once his mindless high ceased, his cheeks reddened with a furious blush. Had he really just pulled a one-pump chump on her and nutted seconds after putting it in? What was wrong with him? He hadn't even been this clumsy during her first time! Luckily, Catrin took his slip-up with humor and giggled, "Fuck, we barely even started."

"Sorry, you're just too hot for me," the lynx apologized sheepishly.

"What a charmer you are, tiger," Catrin purred and stroked his cheek. "And who am I to complain? Everything has been amazing so far, and you did exactly what I asked you to do~" Suddenly, her grin turned mischievous, and she moved a paw to her muzzle, sloppily licking her fingers, just drooling all over them. Before Sven could ask her what she was doing there, she was already reaching for his butt and circling his rosy asshole with her wet digits, eliciting a lewd yip from the stunned lynx. "However, as you can surely tell, I haven't come yet, and I'm longing for a tight hole to fill. Perhaps you can help me out?"

As Catrin spoke, the lynx felt her swollen schlong tense and throb against his midriff, its mere flexing strong enough to lift him off her body. Just like that, her fat horsecock forced itself back into his horny mind, kindling lewd fantasies, reigniting his lust, and soon he could think of nothing else, basically begging for it, "Yes! Please, fuck me, muffin! Use me and pound me with your huge cock!" There was nothing he wanted more right now than to feel her cock deep inside him, to experience her raw strength as she pleasured herself with him like a toy. After all, it was the least he could do after failing to make her cum.

Catrin accepted his offer with a chuckle, "I don't remember you being this needy, but I'm not complaining. However, as much as I'd love to stuff your hole right here and now, let's prepare first. I wouldn't want to break you right away."

The beefy reindeer gently moved Sven off her body before she got up and stretched, standing at just the perfect angle for him to watch her back muscles tense and flex. Once she was done with the show, she turned around and scooped the lynx up, pressing him against her soft, lush breasts. Better yet, his head now rested on her biceps, and his cheek nestled against her comfy armpit. Presented with such an irresistible offer, the lynx didn't hesitate a second and buried his snout in the sweaty bush. One whiff of the intoxicating cocktail was enough to flood his brain with a new wave of pleasure and turn him into a limp puppet in her arms. Now he was ready for her to take him to the end of the world.

Sven's body trembled with every clop of the reindeer's hooves as she carried him across her home and up the stairs, and he remained completely oblivious to where she was taking him until she finally moved him out of her comfy embrace and threw him onto her bed. Not a moment later, she joined him, the entire bed shaking and creaking as she slumped next to him.

"Let's get you ready, tiger!" Catrin announced with a beaming smile, swiftly climbing over Sven.

Suddenly, the full moon had risen over the lynx, and he was blessed with a glorious view of the reindeer's massive rear, from the tip of her dangling cock, to her dark, puffy anus, his own cum leaking out of her glistening cunt and dripping on his chest. Teasingly slowly, she lowered her rump onto his face, and just before her sweaty buttocks met his muzzle, she asked just out of courtesy, "Do you mind if I take a seat?"

"No, not at all," Sven moaned and spread his arms, embracing his partner's wide, mighty ass in its entirety.

With a dull thud, Catrin settled on his body, pinning him down with her weight and trapping him between her thighs. It was so hot and stuffy between her cheeks that the lynx immediately began to sweat like crazy. Her bloated balls weighed heavily on his chest, and his nose was squished against the rim of her sweaty ring, so breathing took considerable effort. But every huff also yielded another noseful of her earthy musk, yet another scent that irrevocably burned itself deep into his brain and stirred his desire like nothing else.

Deafened and blinded by Catrin's butt, Sven couldn't tell what she was up to, but he was open to anything. She could do whatever she wanted with him. Meanwhile, he continued doing what he did best, licking her, and he eagerly spread his worship to her asshole. Parting his lips, he kissed and sucked her tasty donut, relishing its aroma with a big swipe of his tongue before he drilled it right into its dark core, deeper and deeper. With every stroke and every thrust, more of her heady taste blessed his taste buds and made him moan with pleasure.

Another horny shiver rippled through Sven's body when he finally felt his hulking partner's paws on his body. She vigorously squeezed and kneaded his thighs, butt, and waist and tickled his sensitive belly before she focused her attention on his dick. Pent up from huffing and tasting Catrin's potent scents, a single touch of her paw was enough to trigger another explosive orgasm, and the lynx nutted all over himself with a feeble whimper while the reindeer acknowledged the feat with resounding laughter. "Again? Just from licking me? What a naughty, horny boy you are."

Once the feline's second orgasm blew over, and the twitching subsided, the reindeer's paws wandered down even further and homed in on his tight rosy pucker. She didn't even bother to use any lube, instead using his cum as natural lubrication when she drove the first pair of fingers into his butt. Sven reared up and moaned with desperate pleasure as her digits brushed against his still oversensitive prostate, only for his cries to be muffled by her luscious ass. She also didn't give him much time to adapt, immediately thrusting away and punching her fingers into his tight asshole, rapidly and thoroughly loosening him up.

After a minute of relentlessly finger-fucking the squirming, mewling lynx, Catrin pulled out and emptied half a bottle of lube over his butt, diligently working the cool fluid into his twitching hole. With every finger she added, Sven's anus stretched a little further, and before too long, he was loose enough to take her entire paw. The reindeer instantly claimed that opportunity as well and unceremoniously popped her whole fits into his butt, stretching his asshole to its limits. Using his legs as leverage, she vigorously pumped it deeper and deeper, turning and twisting it until she was elbow-deep inside him.

The lynx was sweating and struggling as she slammed her entire forearm into him, again and again, but he could do nothing but howl with muffled pleasure as her knuckles rubbed against his stretched, sensitive insides. Still trapped and subdued by her mighty body, she had to wait until she had satisfied her lewd curiosities and turned his anus into a gaping crater, just loose enough to take her massive cock.

Catrin fisted her boy toy for another minute before she finally got up from his face and granted him a breath of fresh air. While he lay there, gasping, sweating, and drenched in a messy mix of her and his juices, she rose from the bed and stretched passionately, flexing her muscles and her cock for him. "I honestly didn't expect you'd take my entire fist so easily, slut boy. That's not the first time you've got it up your ass, isn't it?"

"No, not at all."

"Ever taken someone as big as me?" The reindeer teasingly cradled her bloated, throbbing schlong with a paw and squirted a wad of pre onto the sheets between his legs.

"Almost, but not quite."

"Are you absolutely sure that you can take me?"

"Fuck yeah, I am!" Sven groaned, giving Catrin a come-hither look. "Use me and stuff me already, muffin!"

The reindeer nodded eagerly and sat down on the edge of the bed. Leaning toward the lynx, she dragged him closer and lifted him up over her lap. She planted a quick kiss onto his lips before she turned him around and aligned his taut little butt with her gargantuan horseschlong. For just a moment, he was sitting on her flat, flared tip before she started to push and prod against his dilated asshole, increasing the force until it surrendered and accepted her cock with an obscene slurp.

The moment Catrin's paws locked around Sven's waist, he knew he was in for the ride of his life, and with a heavy grunt, she began to pull him down onto her rod, slowly sinking inch after inch inside his ass and stretching it to its absolute limits. He felt fuller than ever, and his jaw dropped wide open, his tongue flopping out as he erupted with a squeaky, girlish moan, and once her flared cockhead reached and crushed his pleasure bulb, his voice swelled to a resounding howl.

"Fuck, you're the tightest slut I've had in a while, kitty. And all those hot noises~" Catrin purred right into his ear, giving it a wet lick. "Let's see if you can really take everything, shall we?"

Sven only responded with another needy mewl, going limp in her embrace, and as his muscles yielded to the stimulation, his head sank down as well. The perfect position to stare at his own belly and watch the outline of her fat dick sliding up his abdomen as she claimed not only his ass but his entire body and turned him into her tight, willing cocksleeve. He could even feel her fat medial ring as it plowed through his stuffed insides, while his own dick felt smaller than ever. It was just a tiny, dripping twig dangling from his crotch compared to the massive trunk inside him.

Finally, the hung girl bottomed out inside the lynx, and he could feel her heartbeat as the tip of her throbbing cock pulsed against his diaphragm. It was so much, so close to his absolute limit, and yet, with her whole schlong inside him, he felt magically complete.

As if the massive insertion wasn't enough already, Catrin suddenly shoved a moist cloth into Sven's face. "Since you enjoyed sniffing me so much, I thought I'd give you a special treat while I fuck you, kitty. The panties I wore during training."

As soon as the lynx knew what it was, he took a deep breath and filled his lungs with the reindeer's heavy scent, that mind-breaking mixture of ball-sweat, ass musk, and pussy juice, and while he was busy huffing her aroma, she wrapped her paws around his hips and got up from the bed. Now, she was standing in the center of her room with him hanging from her cock, his legs dangling in the air and neither his fingers nor toes reaching the floor anymore. He had turned into her pocket pussy, and without further ado, she began to use him like one.

Initially, the well-endowed reindeer didn't fuck Sven particularly fast or hard, but still as thoroughly and deep as she could. With every stroke, she pulled out almost her entire cock before shoving it back into his butt, grunting and snorting with pleasure as his snug insides stretched around her fat meat again and again. However, her noises and the slurping sounds of sex paled compared to his screams of bliss. His partner's schlong was already a belly-filling challenge while it was at rest, but now it moved without pause, rubbing against his insides, grinding against his prostate, and whipping up a gigantic storm of stimulation in his tiny body. It was so much that it flooded his brain and drowned out any thoughts, driving him into a trance that consisted of nothing more than raging lust, sweaty reindeer musk, and the sensation of a massive horsecock rearranging his insides.

"Oh, you're simply perfect, kitty. Tight and noisy, just how I like it," Catrin growled playfully before considerably picking up the pace.

Before too long, the endowed reindeer was pounding Sven with relentless passion. The lynx could feel and even hear her bloated nuts slamming into his tiny sack as it started swinging in sync with her thrusts, hammering home just how much bigger, stronger, and more potent she was. Her pussy was great, but this was even better. This was where he really belonged, at the receiving end of her massive cock, and it had taken him far too many years to figure that out. How lucky he was to have finally found her again! And as the little feline yielded to her rutting with every fiber and thought of his being, he howled, "Hnnng, I love you, Catrin! So, fuck me harder and break me! Make me yours!"

Although Catrin's sweaty panties caught most of his voice, enough of it penetrated the moist fabric to reach her ears. She stopped thrusting for just a second, bent the lynx back against her body, and growled her thoughts on the matter, "If that's what you really want, I'll spoil you so much that no other cock will ever satisfy you. You'll be mine forever, Sven, because I love you, and I love your slutty, warm kitty slut body even more."

With that promise, the reindeer kissed her partner's cheek and began to thrust again, this time not holding back at all anymore. She went hard and fast, ruining his asshole and catapulting him into the highest spheres of pleasure. His prostate screamed from the merciless assault, and he succumbed again, for the third time in a row before Catrin had even come once, but he wasn't the least bit ashamed about it as his flailing prick squirted droplets of cum everywhere, and his anus failed to tighten around the girl's battering schlong. Cumming fast and prematurely wasn't a big deal if she used him like a toy anyway. Basically, it was just an extra cock massage for her while she ravaged his insides.

Sven was still squirming and trashing from his climax when Catrin's pounding slowed, and she finally accomplished what he couldn't give her before. "I hope you're ready for a filling because here it comes!" she snarled, pulling him back against her body and taking him into a tight, sweaty headlock as she unleashed a warm flood inside him. Her cock flared and twitched deep inside his belly, each throb delivering a huge wad of warm, sticky cum. The lynx could feel every blast of seed as it slammed into his sensitive insides and rushed deeper, and the eruption simply wouldn't stop. Her heavy grunts filled his ears while his belly swelled with her load and his navel popped out, his guts gurgling and sloshing from the sheer amount of jizz she pumped inside him.

Inch by inch, the lynx's skin rose and stretched while the reindeer's fat nuts churned up spurt after spurt of semen, and eventually, his tummy even started to sag under the weight of the excessive filling. He was full to the brim, sweating and struggling as his body was pushed to its absolute limits, and yet, he couldn't speak a single word, couldn't even moan as her arm tightened around his neck and cut off his breath. Only when he went cross-eyed, his tongue dangling from his open jaw, the first black dots already dancing before his eyes, Catrin recovered from her excessive high and realized what she was doing to him. She hastily loosened her embrace and blurted, "Oh dear! Are you okay, Sven?"

After taking a deep breath and refilling his lungs, Sven responded with a horny grin and a groan, "I'm feeling great! Better than ever! I've never been used and pumped full like this before, and I love it! And ~ah~ there's still coming more. How are you even doing this?"

"Well, I'm just always so terribly pent up after my workout, and getting to fuck such a handsome guy doesn't help either, you know? Also, are you're sure that you're fine? I wasn't too rough on you?"

"Oh, I'm doing perfectly! Trust me, I've seen and done some things over the years, and this was the best so far," the lynx sighed and relaxed in Catrin's grip, just letting himself dangle again.

The reindeer kissed Sven on his cheek and breathed with relief before she shuffled over to her nightstand. The feline only needed to see the massive black buttplug on it once to know what would happen next. Without a comment, Catrin grabbed the toy and pulled her softening rod out of him, making him squirm and moan as her schlong rubbed his oversensitive, bloated insides one last time. Then, he felt two pops, one as her flared cockhead moved out, and another as the buttplug slipped right in and sealed him shut. Once the toy was in place and prevented any leakage, she cradled him in her arms. "There you go, all done! And just look at you," she purred and softly patted his swollen belly. After the profuse filling, he looked at least nine months pregnant, but the subtle gurgling inside hinted at the true origin of his bloated dome. "Never thought that I'd ever do this with you."

"And I wouldn't mind doing this again," Sven moaned with a tired grin.

"When you told me that you love me, was that because of the heat of the mo..."

Gathering his rapidly fading strength, the lynx reached for Catrin's head and pulled her into a deep kiss. "No, I said it because I do love you, Catrin. I always did, but I had to meet you again to realize it. I've been so stupid to let you go the first time, but no more. You're perfect, and I never want to let you go."

"Well, this can be arranged because I don't think I want to let you go either. Letting you go once was more than enough," the reindeer whispered and rubbed her nose against his. "I love you, too, my boy. The bravest tiger and sluttiest kitty I've ever met."

Slowly, Catrin reclined into her bed and made herself comfortable, always keeping Sven close to her. After such a long, eventful day, fatigue struck her just as much as him, and they yawned in unison. "Oh dear, I think I need to get some rest now. You're welcome to stay right where you are, though, tiger," she muttered and closed her eyes. "Ah yes, this is perfect." Not even a moment later, her breath softened and deepened as she drifted away.

Sven was about to follow her example, but just before he went to sleep himself, he snuggled up against her side and pressed his face into her fur, so her scent would accompany him in his dreams. One last time, his thoughts drifted through the fading day, recalling their initial meeting, the talk in her living room, and the intense carnal reunion. What fun it had been, and he couldn't wait to experience what else she was up to, starting the very next morning. Her morning wood must be impressive, he imagined, and he couldn't wait to have his fun with it, his muzzle watering just thinking about it. But he was getting ahead of himself, and there was no time to rush! After all, they would have enough time to try everything under the sun and more because this time, he knew that they would stay together like two pieces of a puzzle, one small and one large, that nevertheless fit together perfectly.