Queen of Cock: Cynder VS Midna (Match 12)

Plap, plap, plap.

The sound of Midna’s balls striking Cynder’s the back of thighs resounded across the clearing. But then again, it was a particularly massive set of imp-balls and a plush set of dragoness-thighs producing the sound, rhythmic and lewd.

“I should’ve won,” Midna mumbled between thrusts. “The goat cheated.”

“It was unfair,” Cynder agreed. “Stupid pony.” She laid on her back in a bed out in the open, her own enormous cock slung across her front as Midna railed her. With every thrust, the imps’ cock grew larger, her balls filling with need—and  Cynder’s monstrous equipment filled out likewise, balls the size of pumpkins slung sideways as her third leg of a cock arched beyond her face.

“Are you getting close? Because I need to take a load off badly,” Cynder said.

“Almost,” Midna said. She floated unsteadily as she rammed her cock inside the dragoness, bulging her belly out with 8, 9, 10 feet and counting. Her nuts had reached the ground, now, churning aggressively as they filled with gallons upon gallons of potent jizz, and their expansion only accelerated as Midna’s thrusts grew fast and feverish. “Ah!” she called, her jaw going slack and her eyes rolling back as she hilted a cock some 5 times her own size inside Cynder and came so explosively that the dragoness’ belly dwarfed them both in seconds.

“F-fuck!” Cynder called, holding her cumflating middle in a vain attempt to hold back the tide; but there was no stopping Midna’s orgasm, the horny shortstack bloating her beyond belief. Good thing they were outside; Cynder’s belly would have crushed any house that they might’ve chosen for their session.

“Phew. That was… good,” Midna said, leaning forward to survey her handiwork. Her cock, now a towering 20 feet long, remained inside Cynder as it softened—and, notably, remained just as massive in its flaccid state as the enormous erection she had built up. Her balls gurgled beneath her, already replenishing.

Cynder sighed. “I bet. Now move. I want my turn.”

“I don’t feel like moving yet. Besides, how’re you even gonna fuck me with a belly that big?” Midna grinned. “I might as well put a few more loads in you while I’m at it.”

“That’s not the deal!”

“So?” There was a tremor between Midna’s legs, a profound pulse of blood as her 20-foot shaft started to grow hard again, adding 5 feet to its tremendous size at a time . “What’re you going to do about it?”

Cynder grumbled behind her gigantic belly. “Something like this.”

That something poked Midna’s back. The imp duly turned her head to find a cockhead big enough to slip her up its cumslit looming behind her. At the end of it stood another Cynder, smirking with the appropriate arrogance for wielding such a titanic member.

“How’s that?” the second Cynder asked as she smeared a droplet of pre the size of a bathtub over the imp’s fat butt.

“Fine,” Midna snapped defiantly and spread her legs. “See if you’ve got what it takes!” Already, her cunt was dripping, and already it grew, her plump lips swelling big and plush between her thighs.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Cynder purred, aiming her towering rod straight at Midna’s slit and slipped inside her with surprising deftness. They both gasped—Midna most of all—and carried on as 50 feet of dragoness cock lodged itself deep inside Midna’s tight pussy.

“Is that all?” Midna said, hiding the strain in her voice. Her pussy kept growing, bulging past her knees, then her feet, swelling madly to rival and dominate Cynder’s tremendous cock. Her curves got in on the fun, next, tits and ass expanding out in all directions around her tiny frame. All to make it more impossible for a single dragoness to please.

But Cynder wasn’t a single dragoness.

“Cute trick,” she said, slapping Midna’s plump rear as she surveyed the growing mountain of curves and cunt. “Guess it’s only fair to bring in some extra firepower, hm?”

She did not wait to ask for permission before another pair of Cynders appeared beside her, the trio triple-stuffing Midna’s cavernous cunt with ease.

Midna gasped and squirmed in place, her own cock blowing another earth-shaking load inside the first cumflated Cynder. “E-easy…” she said, clenching around the dragonesses.

“Sounds like she wants more,” Cynder noted to herself, both grinning wide. “So let’s give it to her.”

Three more Cynders materialized, instantly sliding their by now several hundred feet of cock inside Midna, moving their hips with lazy thrusts. It didn’t take much effort to make the imp squirm, filling her with so much cockflesh, the throbbing spires moving between each other, slick with Midna’s lubrication and their own. “That enough for ya?” all six of her asked as one, as hands reached out to tease the shortstack’s sensitive curves.

“N-not nearly…” came the reply.

Twelve Cynders laughed in response. Twenty four. Fourty Eight. And then…

Midna looked up to find nothing but cocks around her, hundreds, thousands of imposing erections pointed straight at her. It was hard enough keeping sane with dozens of them stuffed inside her; the sight and the following knowledge of just how much more was about to ravage her made her lose her mind. “Oh, fuck…”

There was a mighty throb, ten thousand draconic cocks pulsing in perfect synchronicity while the wall of balls that surrounded them all sloshed and rose higher still.

“Good. I’m glad you’re coming around to my side of things,” Cynder purred. She flashed an evil grin. “I could do this all day. And you know what? Maybe I will.”

Start of Match:

Cynder

5E02 m

Score: 19.4

Midna

3E06 m ≈ 0.5 Earth

Score: 21.7

End of Match:

Cynder

1E16 m ≈ 120,000 Solar Systems

53,000 cocks

Score: 69.2

Wildcard: Clones

Midna

6E15 m ≈ 56,000 Solar Systems

157 cocks

Score: 59.7

Wildcard: Curves, Pussy Growth