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Clover traced a hand over his hip with a soft sigh. Adjusting to being empty was harder than he'd anticipated. Not physically empty, but rather, Rey and any and all other patrons who had been part of his body were all released. For the first time since he took the job at In the Mix he was small enough to fit in his car, the petite bull's proportions modest and...

"Precious." Jun crooned. The raccoon was staring, an insufferable grin plastered across his muzzle.

The svelte bull blushed, turning to face his coworker. "Don't go around looking like the cat that swallowed the canary, you don't have me yet."

"To my chagrin." The Procyon dramatically placed the back of one hand to his brow, and then seamlessly transitioned it into smoothing down his head fur between his ears with his thumb. Jun closed the distance between himself and the bovine with a practiced hip sway, his prodigious loins only just hidden by his regular skirt. "You can still back out, you know. I tease, but I do want you to enjoy it."

Clover couldn't help but smile. These little glimpses of sincerity from his coworker had done more to convince him than the teasing. Well, at least convince his mind to get on board with what his libido was definitely interested in the entire time. "Why Jun, it's almost like you're not a greedy predator who wants me to himself forever and ever."

Jun perked, and let out a bark of a laugh. "Oh, rest assured, I want you all to myself." He placed one hand on Clover's shoulder, able to do so comfortably with both standing for the first time in weeks. "I'm going to take you." He sidled the other hand to the empty shoulder. "I'm going to keep you." He leaned closer, until his muzzle was nearly brushing against the bull's snout

"Wow, get a room, boys." A grey speckled rabbit said off to one side.

"We're gonna, Speedwell. It's called the stage." Jun stuck his tongue out, letting go of Clover reluctantly.

The bull turned to his coworker, the preyish server already changed into his uniform. Clover must have been quite distracted by Jun since he didn't even hear the lapin come in.

"Yeah, and I know it way better than half a quart over here." Speedwell retorted, thumbing at the bull while talking specifically to Jun. The rabbit pivoted to Clover. "It's so weird seeing you as anything less than a gallon."

"He's gonna be more than a gallon when I'm done with him." The raccoon shot back playfully.

The rabbit ignored him. "Now, remember, the amplification spell reads intent. If you want to whisper to co-performers on stage you can, and the audience won't hear you. If you want the audience to hear you, it doesn't make a difference how loud you are, they'll be able to hear it. No need to stage whisper or project. Got it?"

Clover fidgeted, his mind lingering on the raccoon for a few moments before he snapped to attention and nodded. "Yeah, just think about whether I want the patrons to hear me."

Giving a thumbs up, Speedwell pivoted on a large foot paw and headed out of the break room. "Opening's soon, then you two are on."

"Ah, so I don't have to explain it." Kerry's voice emanated from behind his two remaining servers. Turning sharply to look, Clover saw his boss standing with a smile. He had a pair of vials, one in each glistening hand. "Now, I've formulated these so you'll continue to produce bull milk. It's just so popular with the patrons, can't bear to have it off the menu for a whole week." He held out the glass containers, one to each server.

Jun took the vial, "Oh, so I can keep him longer." He crooned, glancing at his fellow server.

The gel wolf gave the raccoon a look, like he was glancing over his glasses at the shorter male, but he wasn't wearing any. "This will be on schedule. I'll hold you to this, since I know Clover will have a harder time keeping track of it."

The bull in question blushed deeply. It was true; he'd never been on the receiving end of being part of another person so far. "So, drink these now...?"

"Yes." Kerry turned his head back to Clover's. "They won't kick in until both of you are properly engaged."

"You make it sound so clinical." The raccoon huffed, popping the cork and downing the vial. He handed the empty glass and cork back to his boss.

As Clover followed suit, Kerry casually let the vial just sink into his hand out of sight, and did the same when he received the bull's vial. "This is business, no matter how pleasurable it is. We're putting on a performance." The wolf flicked an ear, and then smiled. "Looks like we're open. Good thing I told Riberry to pre-screen patrons before the doors opened."

"Huh?" The bull looked confused.

"Means that all the patrons Riberry already ID'd can walk in at once." Jun grinned broadly.

"Yep." Kerry smirked. "JT's right, the place is already packed."

Clover quivered a bit, and then nodded. He remembered how he was 'initiated' here... that was a show too, of a different sort.

"C'mon racc-rod, we're on." The Procyon crooned lewdly and scooped an arm behind the narrow part of his fellow server's waist.

"Have fun out there." Kerry chuckled, watching the pair heading to the door out into the bar.

The stage in the bar had been there the entire time Clover had been working there, but he'd never gone up on it while the bar was open. A couple times he got up there and imagined what it would be like to be the center of attention on purpose like that, but he was the center of attention enough without trying to do it.

Currently, there was just a padded bench and the usual pole up on the stage. As the pair came into view, the patrons who knew what was coming hooted and catcalled.

As Jun set foot on the stage, the amplification magic took effect. "Well then, looks like we have quite a few in the audience who have an inkling of what to expect for tonight's performance." He hardly spoke above his normal purr, but it cut through the excited murmurs and rowdy shouting effortlessly.

"I wish you'd let me in on it." Clover said coyly as he strode over to sit on the bench, cheating towards the audience instead of looking directly at his costar. They'd agreed beforehand to pretend that he was in the dark about what was going to happen.

Jun had said it would be more exciting that way. The raccoon in question put a foot up onto the bench and dug a finger into the hem of his plaited rubber bottom. "Well, it involves you, and me, getting very close together." He tugged, unfurling what had seemed like a normal skirt out from his curved hips. The last loop of material to slip away released his loins to be shown fully to everyone in the bar.

A cheer erupted from the patrons as one of the star servers revealed his lower half all at once. This wasn't a strip show and they knew it.

His heavy Procyon balls were down to the knee on the leg he was putting most of his weight onto, and his dark-fleshed shaft was already pressing into view from his fat sheath. All along the grey fur of his loins were dark lines, patterns each corresponding to a different person currently part of the weighty heft of his balls and shaft.

"S-surely I'm not ball fat material." Clover played up the fluster, which was quite easy, considering how much he was getting legitimately flustered. His rubber shorts were clearly showing that he too was growing visibly aroused. Without the patrons that had made him larger, the shaft wasn't nearly as impressive as many of the patrons had gotten used to, but it was still above average for his height, and showed well through the stretchy material.

The Procyon crooned, stroking his fingers across the top of his firming erection. "Oh no, nothing so base as that. You'll be mine in a much deeper way." He rocked his hips, making his sagging nuts sway erotically. "Now get your adorable ass out of those shorts."

Twisting, Clover put one hoof up on the pole and lay back on the bench. He arched his back and worked his shorts down slowly with both hands. He'd never practiced this position before, so it was a bit unsteady, but he managed to keep that from being too obvious. It probably read to the audience as nerves. And he had a grinning raccoon's worth of reasons to have those.

"Showing off while you still can?" Said Procyon pressed forward into a lunge, so that his hanging sac nearly swung and bopped Clover in the face. "Don't worry, my little exhibitionist. I'll make sure you get to show off a lot."

The bull got his hands nearly halfway to his knees before this happened, and his hoof slipped off the pole. With quick thinking he turned it into a quick roll to being seated upright again, looking up and back at the leering raccoon. Clover stood, pressing his (far too small, he thought) thighs together in such a way that let the shorts fall off on their own the rest of the way.

"You okay?" Jun whispered, his muzzle barely moving. True to Speedwell's instructions, only Clover heard it at all.

The bull responded while playing at a silent moan. "Uh-huh."

"Didn't have to jump to attention like that..." Jun continued his teasing, once again fully audible. Easing his hand to stroke over the bovine shaft revealed to the audience, while the other hand reached to gently grope his soft chest. "You'll be doing plenty of that between my legs."

Clover let out a genuine moan at that, leaning against his coworker. "G-gods, Jun."

"No need to bring them into it. It's not like they can save you from your fate." The raccoon practically growled, giving a soft nip to the bull's slender neck. "Now, let's get you in position."

The bovine visibly clenched his fists and shuddered, a glistening drop of pre forming at the tip of his shaft during the teasing nibble. "A-and what position would that be...?"

Jun gently backed off, making sure Clover wouldn't topple when he did so, before sitting back onto the bench, thighs spread, sac nearly sagging to the floor with his shaft jutting nearly straight forward from the weight, but curving upward, giving it the appearance of a fat belly from its girth and how obviously wide the urethra was along its underside. "Well, isn't a femmy cow boy like yourself just..." He grinned to the audience. "...a reverse cowgirl?"

Clover almost broke character, feeling the urge to give Jun a pinch in the arm for that terrible pun, but the audience whooped and didn't seem to mind. Instead, he did something he felt they'd enjoy that got his emotion across in a different way. He flicked his tail so that it draped over one of the raccoon's shoulders, and he planted one hoof onto the edge of the bench next to Jun's hip. He reached back with that same arm to grab onto his coworker's arm for support, before raising his other hoof to plant by the opposite hip. However, he curled his tail and used it to smoosh his rear into the raccoon's face with a coy vocalization, as if it was an accident. "Sorry about that." He lowed playfully, releasing with his tail, before starting to crouch in front of, rather onto the raccoon.

Jun huffed, blushing a bit, glad that the bull's body was mostly hiding his face at the moment. He whispered to Clover. "Was that really necessary?"

"Was the cowgirl crack?" The bull whispered back, as his thighs got horizontal. He bent forward slightly, reaching for the raccoon's throbbing shaft lustily. He knew where it was going, even if, in character, he didn't.

Rolling his eyes with a smirk, Jun grasped the base of his rod and lifted it into reach for his partner. He let out a low purr as it was taken, the dark shaft pulsing eagerly. "That's my sweet beef, sit right on my dick until your hips hit my thighs..."

Clover lowed again as he got the fat tip to his rear. He closed his eyes and relaxed his thighs, which caused him to drop further, feeling the spread of penetration, a ripple of pleasure washing over his body, so much more intensely than he was used to. He wondered if the potion was working already, his lower jaw drooping for a moment while he got used to it.

Before they'd gotten into uniform, they'd both lubed up properly so that they wouldn't have to on stage. The audience proved the foresight of doing this with their cheers and hollers while the cow boy sank down over the dark rod. They would not have been patient enough to wait for that view.

The raccoon, both hands now free, caressed the well-shaped thighs of his coworker from the soft rump spread halfway down his shaft to the undersides of the bent knees. "Gonna miss these beauties, but they'll be put to good use from now on." He purred, and lifted at the inner knee.

The bull's hooves lost their grip on the edge of the bench, and suddenly his whole weight was supported by Jun. Hidden from the audience he could feel the whiskery face nuzzling just beneath his shoulder blades as arms, hands, and chest took the brunt of his weight. This arrangement caused two things: One, he sank right down to the base of the shaft with an audible squelch. Two, his formerly spread thighs were brought together in front of the raccoon.

Clover watched as the other's thighs spread further apart, before he let go with his hands, which let the legs settle down, hooves skidding along the stage until his thighs and calves met the heft, hanging sac. He was not quite low enough to properly kneel, but he was still being supported.

Jun gave a gentle squeeze around Clover's waist, before shifting his grip to be holding onto the bull's shoulders. "There we go. Time to get started, but first, why don't we give our audience a little progress report...?"

Clover felt a warm tingling wherever his body was directly in contact with any part of the raccoon that could be classified as "the loins." As such he wasn't sure what Jun meant by that, until he felt his fellow server lean back in his seat, in such a way to pull and arc the bull's back. This resulted in the rigid shaft buried so deep inside the bovine to make itself known as a visible bulge just beneath the feminine male's ribcage. Another loud round of whoops and applause filled the bar.

"W-what do you mean?" The bull asked softly, but fully audible to the bar's patrons.

Jun growled playfully, as he stroked down over the bovine's slender shoulders and arms. "By the time I'm done with you, my cock's lips and yours will have met and merged... I'm letting the adoring public see how far we have to go to achieve the goal..."

Clover gasped softly, as if learning it for the first time. "Y-you're going to turn me into your cock?"

"Yes, my precious bull-boy. You'll be the one chowing down on anyone who wants to grace my nuts from now on." The raccoon ground his hips upwards, sending a visible shudder through Clover while the bulge visibly shifted and moved inside. "Don't look now, but your beautiful thighs are already sinking in."

True to his word, while Clover had been so focused on his role and the intense stretching sensations the contortion had sent through him, he hadn't realized the intense tingling had nearly supplanted all other sensations from his legs. He tried to move his legs, but felt them adhered to something, unable to spread too much, and each motion causing a sloshing sensation against his calves.

Neither noticed that the brown mottle of Clover's legs was the prevailing coloration as legs melded into hefty scrotum. The patterns on Jun's loins started to creep up and around, turning from dark lines to colorful patterns, like Rey had been.

The bull perked. Distantly he could feel them, the patrons temped by Jun. They were becoming more and more his by the moment, the emptiness he'd felt since he let out the last of his own prey fading. He moaned out, reaching down to feel over one of the patterns that was drifting up his hip. His own shaft jumped and spurted a bit of pre onto the stage in front of him.

Jun hadn't noticed, but he was feeling the bull, more and more of Clover's body feeling like an extension of his own. He huffed softly, and reached around to grasp the bovine shaft once again, giving it a few strokes. "Now then, let's get this tucked away. It'll pale in comparison to what you're going to be." With that he pressed the pulsing shaft against the bulge in the mottled brown belly.

Clover shuddered and reached out for something to grasp onto, but found nothing. The sensations were growing more intense with every moment. His shaft had begun to tingle the way his legs had the moment it pressed against his own body, and he realized it was sinking into his lower belly. By the time he had the presence of mind to reach between his legs to feel, there was just bare cock flesh on his abdomen. Where his scrotum had begun continued down, meeting with the properly giant balls that hung beneath him, resting partially on the floor.

Stroking along the bull's sides, Jun panted lustily. "You're more cock than bull already. I can feel my heartbeat replacing yours." As he said it, Clover could feel it as well; the pulsing of the shaft inside him had supplanted his own biorhythms. His breathing was growing shallow, as his waist broadened to match the same width as his hips and chest. The patch of cock flesh that showed where the bull's arousal had melded into his torso spread outward, supplanting fur quickly, but never travelling south of its source. The raccoon trailed his fingers along the newly sensitive flesh, sitting upright mostly. His face was no longer hidden by the bull in his lap.

Somewhere along the way Clover's body had begun to shrink. The changing bovine panted in shorter, sharper breaths until abruptly they ended. His eyes widened. He didn't have lungs anymore. But the throbbing throughout his body was reassuring. The strong raccoon at his back was doing that for him. He'd be doing everything for him.

Jun gently pressed the diminishing male's arms to his sides, grinning as they adhered on his first try, already getting supplanted by cock flesh. "I'd say it's the point of no return, but really, it was the moment your hooves hit the stage, Clover." He licked his lips and grasped the broad girth of the mass of flesh in front of him that was less torso and more maleness with every passing moment. Stroking up and down, he watched the formerly slender neck swelling until Clover was forced to look forward and up. The raccoon bent at the waist and kissed the top of the cow's snout. "You're my cock now, and nothing's gonna change that." He huffed aloud.

Clover quivered. They'd agreed it would be hotter if Jun talked as if this was it, as if there was no coming back, but it was hard for him not to believe it, or at least believe that the raccoon genuinely wanted it. Amidst all of the powerful sensations, his cheeks swelling as his nostrils closed themselves up. His hearing getting muffled, and then fading to just what vibrations travelled through his new 'owner's flesh to him told him that his ears had smoothed away. His little horn nubs had vanished some time ago. His muzzle flattened, and he couldn't close his mouth anymore. The former bull tried to moan, but only pre erupted from his lips. His vision was getting blurry, so he closed his eyes, unable to turn his head away from the stage lights anyway.

The Procyon dug into his discarded skirt and pulled out a clear condom. It was already unwrapped, and all he had to do was get it on before he hit his climax. Jun rolled it down the new girth jutting out in front of his abs and chest, hand-over-hand to get all of it securely on. As he was doing so, he could feel his pelvic floor twitching. Not a moment after he was sure the condom was on completely, his sac, which had contracted and lifted nary an inch above the ground as Clover diminished in size, visibly contracted and jumped up towards his body. The urethral ridge on the underside of his mottled flesh bulged starting at his bull-skin sheath and rocketed up to the tip, before erupting in a shot that stretched the condom out at least two feet. The elastic yanked the issue back down when the pressure momentarily waned, forming at least a pint hanging in a snug balloon from the tip of the raccoon's member.

Then Jun's nuts jumped again, and the process repeated. Unable to do anything else, he pushed his shaft forward, nearly to the horizontal, and did his best to ride out the intense peak. Somewhere in his mind he thought his body was rewarding him for finally acquiring the precious bull he'd had his eyes on since he set foot in the bar the first time. Shot after shot distended the rubber out, before gravity and elasticity shot the heavy crème down into the inflating reservoir.

Jun couldn't tell you how long it had been since he started cumming, but when he finished and opened his eyes, the roar of pleasure in his mind gave way to the roar of the crowd. He grinned, clearly drained from the weakness of the expression, and looked down. His new cock was pulled downward by the weight of the seed filling it out. It looked almost like all the mass from the bull that couldn't be his dick had just been shot out. That wasn't to say he didn't gain mass from the union. His cock was around the size the bull's had been when he was full of temped patrons, and his sac felt notably heavier than before.

Kerry was suddenly there, casually peeling the condom from his server's member. "Tonight only, Bull Milk is a free upgrade to any order." The gel wolf got the rubber free finally, and skillfully held it closed without tying it. He carried it like a garbage bag back to the bar, swaying his hips.

The raccoon looked down at his new shaft, and traced a finger along it, from the swollen head down to where the mottled flesh emerged from his sheath, cowhide with colorful prey markings traveling down over his heavy balls. He was so used to his dark shaft, but this was clearly Clover's. Or rather, it was Clover. He grinned. "Mine."

Another cheer shook the bar, and Jun stood up, stretching out as his shaft slowly softened. He picked up his skirt, and strutted nakedly off the stage, shaft swinging and flinging strings of postcum this way and that. He headed right into the break room without making eye contact with anyone.

He exhaled and let his posture slump once he was out of sight of customers, heading over to the break room couch and flopped down. "Hope that wasn't too intense for you, sweetie." He addressed his cock. It just pulsed in response. "Yeah... I'm worn out too." He chuckled. "Good thing Kerry's giving me my first break of the night now..."

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Jun returned to his proper work soon enough, serving tables with his rabbit coworker. Instead of his skirt, he was wearing Clover's tight shorts, which just prominently displayed his heavy loins all the more than his skirt had. It didn't have the same enchantments he had on the skirt, though, and it was starting to show in his gait.

He found himself walking a bit differently, to minimize the stimulation. Every little movement just seemed to send his new shaft pulsing. A shift of the hips here, his thighs sliding against his heavy sac, getting the plump orbs gently squeezed between his strong legs...

He remembered Clover saying something about just how sensitive he got right after claiming a patron. Jun wondered if he had inherited that, and wondered how long it lasted, and wondered still more if it would happen next time he turned a patron to ball fat.

The raccoon made it to the bar, holding out a page from his notepad to Kerry.

"Getting used to the weight, JT?" The gel wolf chuckled, eyes clearly reading over the orders.

Despite this, Jun felt the gaze on his hips. "I've carried more- I've had to adjust to- He's really sensitive, okay?!" He blushed a bit, fidgeting. That just made it worse, though, grinding the clingy material against every inch of his borrowed splendor.

The nearby patrons at the bar could see the black rubber shorts stretching out with the familiar shape of the cow boyhood, placed in the unfamiliar territory of an effeminate raccoon groin. Several whistled or stared openly.

Apparently ignoring the show, Kerry maintained his professional façade. "Well, as long as it doesn't get in the way of your work. I'm sure you'll adapt soon." He started to load drinks onto a tray. "By the way, we had a run on Bull Milk for some reason, and we're nearly out." He smirked coyly.

Ringed tail fluffing up behind him, grinding the heel of his hand that was still gripping his notepad into the bulge of his pulsing shaft's head through the rubber, Jun cried out. His free hand slapped onto the bar between two patrons, just as his trapped loins quite blatantly jumped and throbbed. Instead of being trapped in a reservoir like during the show, the bulge of his output vanished almost immediately. With each shot the level of white raised up in the tank behind the bar.

When the raccoon was finally tapering off from that peak, Kerry chuckled. "I didn't mean you had to do it right now, but that was very thoughtful of you, JT." He held out a tray of drinks.

Jun blushed deeply, and stood himself upright again. The bulge atop the form of his weighty balls in the tight enchanted garment began to reduce once more, slowly. "You know I'm always punctual, boss." He took a deep breath as he steadied himself, before reaching to take the tray.

The amber canine smirked as the tray was finally taken, eyes following the raccoon to make sure he wasn't too shaky after that intense orgasm. It wouldn't do to spill drinks, even if that little production had been a good impromptu show for the guests.

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Hours later, Clover was once again erect in the tight rubber that he'd been wearing before he merged with Jun. Throughout the night he'd grasped snippets of what was happening, but mostly he was in a haze. Everything felt wonderful. He had lost track of the times he'd pumped Jun's seed for him already.

Presently, the former bull felt fingers trail along his back while distantly, the raccoon's voice filled his mind.

"He's not coming back, he's mine now."

The cock helplessly gushed, awash in guilty pleasure, as a good portion of his mind fixated on that idea, that this was his life now. He wondered, as he softened, why he didn't hear anyone else. Just his owner. He was Jun's shaft.

As Clover's mind fixated on that, his softening slowed, and started to reverse. Distantly he heard a low groan wash through his mind.

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After Jun's shift, he slowly ascended the stairs to the on-premises, and started to trudge his way to the stairs up to the apartments at the other end of the hall. "Guh. I think I understand why you're so tired and cranky at the end of busy nights, Clover."

Receiving only a couple pulses from his overstimulated, well-used bovine rod, the raccoon continued on his way, grasping the handrail as he made his way up the second flight of stairs.

At the top, he navigated his way to his apartment. On his way past Clover's door, the sigil on it glowed, recognizing him, but he passed by fast enough for it not to open. "Gonna have to ask Kerry about that. I guess it means I can get you anything you want from your apartment while I've got you..."

Jun made it to his door as it opened for him, and walked on through. He sighed and stretched out, quivering a little as he felt a pop or two in his back. Wearing something other than his normal support might have done something to his posture. He wasn't sure.

The raccoon peeled himself out of everything he had on and tiredly walked into his bedroom. With a toss of the covers, he flopped down, then back onto the pillow.

Nary a moment later, his new bovine shaft flopped up against his chest.

Jun chuckled. "Wanting to cuddle?" He draped an arm over the semi-hard length. "There you go, Clover. I got you." He smiled tiredly. "You know, it's weird. Most guys I sac or cock... I kinda forget they're there most of the time. It's just more heft to carry around, you know?"

He paused, trying to think of how to put his feelings to words. "But it's not like that with you. Every moment of tonight, I just knew you were there, and mine. That made it all too easy to provide Kerry with all the bull milk he wanted." He chuckled. "Here's the weird part, though... I've actually..."

The raccoon cleared his throat a bit, a light blush appearing under his fur. "I've been looking forward to when I let you go... that way I can hold you properly... is that cheesy?" Jun groaned, tilting his head back on the pillow while squeezing his radiator of bull meat against his waist. "Gods, it's really corny, isn't it? I still want to keep you... but... not like, as my dick. At least, not all the time. Does that make sense...?"

'That's really sweet, Jun.' The cow's voice rung out in the raccoon's mind.

Jun perked up, looking down at the head of his shaft. "Clover! I... I didn't know if you could hear me."

'It's been a process, adjusting to this.' The phallus responded. 'But somewhere after your wee hours break I was able to consistently understand what you were saying. Can't really tell what other people are saying back, though, which makes me think it's not "hearing" per se... '

Pondering this for a moment, the raccoon decided to answer without speaking. 'So, you're feeling the thoughts I'm voicing rather than listening to what I'm saying?'

'That might be it.' Clover responded with a throb.

Jun grinned. 'It definitely is, I'm not talking out loud to myself anymore and you heard me just fine.'

The bull shaft twitched and dribbled some pre onto the raccoon's chest. 'Oooh!'

Letting out a bark of a laugh, Jun leaned down and gave the broad tip of his shaft a kiss. 'Hey, if you keep giving me those wonderful orgasms, I'm gonna pass right out, and then what will you do?'

After a long moment of silence, Clover's voice returned, a hint of mischief in it. 'I'll eat all your bedding and learn to cum-net to start eating stuff off the walls.'

Jun perked, and then couldn't hold in the giggles. "You wouldn't!" he said out loud to his pulsing cock.

Clover dribbled some more pre. 'Yeah, but the idea's making me close. Honestly, I think I'd just fall asleep with you after...'

Shifting from a loose embrace to grasping in his dexterous fingers, the raccoon stroked over his bull shaft with a grin. 'One way to find out.'