Fight!

You have a twisted thought! An insane, illicit idea. Maybe you have this all wrong. Maybe you shouldn't be running from the sissy slut search party, maybe they should be running from YOU. You spring up, and sprint towards them, a primal scream unleashing from somewhere deep inside you that you never dared explore. You let your small size and average endowment convince you that you didn't stand a chance against these succubimbois, but you've seen strapping studs twice your size reduced to bashful bimbois, so why can't a shrimp be a stud?

Yeah...you're a shrimp all right. A pistol shrimp. Small in stature, but ready to let loose a bullet so fast it blasts away anything before you. You spit and snarl as you take to all fours to charge towards the cluster of hooded hotties. Surprised by your inexplicable confidence and savagery, they forget that they are the hunters and you the prey, and they scatter in every direction.

That's okay, you don't have to capture all of them, just the leader of the pack. When you tackle, mount, and tame the fiery fury, the rest of the gurls will know who rules them. For her part, Maeve seems almost fatalistic in her fleeing. A bimboi should be able to rabbit away faster than any puppy pursuer preparing to pound her, but Maeve hesitates as if she is so stricken by the surreality of your pursuit that she can't fathom where to flee to. Alternatively, perhaps she just wants to be caught? She gets her wish as you pin her down at the edge of the clearing.

"Get off of me, you little loser!" Maeve only seems to realize that she outweighs you after you have pulled her cloak up over her head so she can't see and exposing her plump, pale, pear shaped ass so you can squeeze slutty sighs out of it. "Stop PANT that! How WHIMPER dare yooOOooOoo..." her objections get pushed aside by her aroused moans. She struggles and gets further tangled in her own ghoulish garb, horns and cloak and cowl tangled and tieing her down, while you free your hard cock and slide it between her squirming supple cheeks.

"If I remember correctly, everyone you catch gets tested for Artemis. Well, you 'caught' me. Now you'll see what I can do!" You slide your shaft between her thicc buttocks and slam into her sissy cunt. You are far from girthy, and you are surprised how tightly her hungry hole milks your manhood. It makes a sick sense...her infection wants to spread to every shape and size boi with even a little sissy in him. It fits that her well used cunt would adapt to even the most almost average size. You realize with a smarmy snarl that means she can feel you fucking her that much more keenly as well.

As if to prove you right, the far from a lady doth protest to much, panting, "Ha! Can't you NNF fuck me AAH any OOH harder than that?! I can barely NNNGH feel EEE it!" Maeve moans mouthily, but the way she shudders around your cock tells you a truer tale. You can feel her ass match your rhythm, bucking back on you with an almost equal power as your pistoning piledriver...almost. You can tell she could push you off of her if she wanted to. She could probably pin you down with her heavy, heavenly ass and suck your seed straight from your sack with her starving slit. The fact that she doesn't try tells you that she wants to be taken by her lesser.

"Are you NNHH getting off on NNG getting bred by a AAH beta boi? It would be pretty embarassing if you OOH came before I did, and even MOAN more humiliating if I shoot NNF my slimy seed UNH inside you, and stay a stud when you NNGH ended up a bimboi when you were probably bigger GGR than me before you got bitched OOOH out!" You taunt and thrust and feel yourself ready to unleash everything you've got inside the ravished red head. Everything comes down to the next few moments. Who will cum first? And what will that mean for your manhood?