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Straw clamped between his lips, Lukas idly drew from his milkshake while the thoughts continued to roll and bounce around his head. Outside the ice cream shop it was a pleasant day, with clouds just starting to gather in the sky; the wind they had encountered at the lake earlier had been the first hint that the weather was starting to change, and with this it seem as though it might rain before they made it back to the house.

That would be alright, though. The otter swallowed, blinked, watched a car pass by on the road, and immediately started another pull. Staying at home tonight worked out, actually: the two of them, being himself and this large, devastatingly attractive wolfess sitting across from him, already had plans. Plans which, if all went well, would very likely result in Lukas being unable to stand up for the rest of the night due to legs too wobbly and weak to hold his weight.

It was their third time seeing each other in person and already Rachel knew how to twist him around her finger. Lukas looked away from the window, noticed her sharp golden predator's eyes watching him, and then he immediately averted his gaze again. Hell, just this morning she had awoken him by sitting on his chest - "Good morning, sleepy," she had said, and squeezed his head between her thighs. "Breakfast is ready."

Lukas had chuckled, licked his lips, and squirmed beneath her weight. "That's exactly what my lioness friend says. Let me - get a drink first, my mouth is dry..."

So Rachel had squeezed his head again and scooted forward, pressing him back down into the pillow. Then she sat back, tilted her head, and grinned. "Dry, huh? Well, I'll change that soon."

Even over the smooth, rich flavor of malted vanilla, even going through breakfast and lunch both with several hours in between, he thought he could still taste her on his tongue and breath. _Although,_pulling away from his straw to wipe his upper lip, _she did really soak me..._and he went back in again, making sure to move the straw around on the bottom of the cup to find a better spot.

"Good God, Lukas."

The otter lifted his eyebrows and looked across at Rachel again. The ice cream cup she had gotten looked tiny in her fairly large paws, white patterned paper held carefully in tan fur, black pads, gold titanium alloy-capped claws.

He swallowed again. "What?"

"You gotta come up for air every now and again." With her other paw she took another scoop of her own ice cream and slid it into her maw, similarly capped golden fangs glistening as she did so.

"It's good!" Lukas whined indignantly. "I don't know what it is, but the malt just makes it so much better."

"It also makes it two dollars more expensive." She pointed one of those golden claws at the otter across from her, then reached into her pocket for her phone. "You'd better finish that."

"I know, I know..." Rachel had paid for it, after all. As an "advance apology for what I'm gonna do to you later tonight," she had explained, sharp fangs glistening in another grin. They had spoken about it beforehand, and Lukas had talked it out with her, and they'd come to the decision... and, in preparation, Rachel had made him agree to wear-

Suddenly, with a tap of her thumb against her screen, Lukas's body shot upright and he spat out his milkshake. He squirmed, and wriggled, and sighed - and then realized that the vibration of the plug he'd worn beneath his tail all day could be heard reverberating through the plastic cushion of the seat, so he lifted up as best he could.

He swallowed, with effort, and squeezed a paw against the edge of the table. Then, in a low voice: "What was that for?"

Rachel shrugged, gave the vibrator another pulse, and then slid it back down to its lower setting. That was part of why they had cut short their walk at the lake: Lukas's legs had started to misbehave, so they went and found a bench on which he could catch his breath. That took another ten minutes or so, of course, what with Rachel nonchalantly teasing the device with her phone until Lukas gripped the edge of the bench, gritted his teeth, and squeezed his legs together, his lower body shaking in a few conspicuous bucking motions... but, still, she did let him relax, eventually.

And then that turned the vibrator back on as soon as they stepped into the ice cream shop. Lukas hadn't forgotten about the plug, of course: that was hard to do what with the egg-sized pressure wedged beneath his tail, and especially with how Rachel wouldn't let him.

"You've slowed down," she remarked, with another spike of the intensity. "Why's that?"

"Just - let me-" A shiver racked the otter's body, and it took a good amount of self-control not to let his breath out in a shuddering moan. "-finish my thing, and then we can go home and you can-"

Just as suddenly as it began, the vibrating switched off. Lukas gingerly settled back down and shot the wolf a glare, which she deflected with another bright grin.

"Yeah," she went on, "I'm about done, I think. You can take that with you and finish it on the way home, if you'd like."

Perhaps that had been offered as consolation, or appeasement - since the ride home was, of course, almost unbearable. Lukas couldn't tell whether Rachel had flicked the vibrator on purpose or if it had just gotten bumped when she slid her phone back into her pocket, but as soon as he sat down in the passenger seat, the vibrations buzzed back through the chair and up his spine, and the wolf beside him made no sign of noticing. Even when he gripped the dashboard and thumped his head against the window, and when he squirmed in his seat, and when he leaned against the side of the car once they had arrived at the house.

Rachel hooked a strong arm around his shoulders when she passed by, somewhat forcibly pulling away from the car and up the path to the front door. "Come on, Luke," she said, leaning in close: he got a good whiff of her perfume, just a few light spritzes over her stronger natural scent. It was the same one that Luci, one of her girlfriends, wore. "We've still got a full afternoon ahead of us."

And it was through Luci, of course, that Lukas had first become acquainted with that particular scent. He swallowed and let the larger wolf basically drag him to the door, and only then did she reach into her pocket to turn his vibrator off.

"Yeah," he said, not-so-surreptitiously reaching back to adjust the thing. "And speaking of full..."

Rachel looked at him, frowned... and then blinked in realization. "Oh my God," she grumbled, pushing the door open. "Go take care of your business. I guess that's what we get for starting so early in the day, huh?"

Sheepishly, the otter slid past her to head down the hall towards the bathroom. "I'll be - right out..."

"Take your time," she called after him. "I didn't bring any fuckin' gloves, and I'm not about to mess up my fur after I got it specially done for the visit."

~ ~ ~

Rachel sprawled out on the couch in the living room, tall ears perked towards the ambient sound of the running shower. Some odd noises had been coming from the bathroom a moment ago, though she'd decided not to pay them any mind: when that otter had approached her about this and she, in turn, had gone to Luci about it, the three of them talked everything through to get all of the awkwardness out up front.

Luci had offered her own gloves, since of course she had a shoulder-length pair, but Rachel's metal-tipped claws had poked holes in the ends even before she had managed to wedge her paws all the way in. Lukas apparently had a pair as well, though they couldn't even fit him, so... that meant she would just have to hand-puppet him the old-fashioned way.

The wolf lifted her paw to inspect one of her claws, then focused in closer to flick a speck of dirt off of the reflective gold surface. A short drive in from the next town over, a sweet embrace and shared nuzzling, a home-cooked dinner... and then she'd bent Lukas over the side of his bed to get some "preparation" in, consisting of her thick tongue first, then two fingers, then three, and then the smaller of the toys she had brought with her. That made sliding the vibrating plug into him quite a bit easier this morning, and really, he had been quite a good sport carrying it around all day. Even when he'd lost control at the lake and very likely painted the inside of his pants.

That, though, had been Rachel's fault, and she gladly embraced the blame for it. It had been a delight making him squirm and gasp and moan, and this time all she'd had to do was run her thumb along the vibrator control app on her phone. Of course, she'd been worried about tiring the poor boy out, but... she flicked back through the messages in her phone, specifically her conversation with Luci between dinner and "dessert" the previous night.

oh, don't worry! the snow leopard had said. He can take a real beating. that ass of his can, at least! Then the next message came with a photo attached, showing the otter's blue-tattooed back and his thick rudder half-curled around Luci's lower body. I know from experience.

Satisfied with that claw, Rachel held her paw out at a distance and peered at each of the rest in turn, then moved her phone to do the same for the other. Satisfied with those as well, she adjusted her position on the couch, perked again at the sound of the shower shutting off, and flicked back through her other messages. There had, of course, been some exchanges with Lukas himself shortly before she'd set out on her drive, mainly of her teasing him with either of the two toys she had brought. There were those, then the vibrator, and one of Luci's bottles of viscous lube, since Lukas apparently preferred saliva.

"You've gotten eight fuckin fingers in," Rachel had said, "with only saliva?" In response he had sent her a photo of the bottle of lube he did have. It was a trial size that had come with one of his own toys.

I don't use it a lot, he'd said. Only when I'm trying to get knotted...

That, too, was on the docket for tonight. Upon hearing the bathroom door click open Rachel rose to her feet, stretched her arms over her head, and started towards the hallway herself, meeting the slim otter halfway there.

~ ~ ~

Lukas jumped upon turning and seeing those bright golden eyes glistening in the shadow of the hall, and on instinct he reached to cover himself - then sighed and let his arms drop to his sides.

"You startled me!"

"Yeah." Rachel braced her paws on her hips and leaned down over him. She had gotten really good at that hungry, predatory grin in the time since she had last visited. "I know. How d'you feel?"

"Empty." He blinked, then coughed. "I mean. Better."

"Loose?"

That earned a shrug from him. "Probably good to start with three fingers instead of one?"

"Baby steps, right?" Rachel shrugged too, then patted him on the back to push him towards the bedroom. She must have seen her opportunity in him leaving his clothes off after his shower, since as soon as the otter's back was turned, he felt that large paw against his rump - then a pair of exploratory fingers sliding beneath his rudder, and then one quickly finding and sliding into his tailhole. "Oh. Wow. Yeah."

Lukas gasped, then slapped at her arm and tried his best at a glare: hopefully she wouldn't notice that just that touch had brought him halfway hard again. The wolf just grinned once more.

Naturally he still felt some manner of modesty and embarrassment at being nude in front of her, but practice and routine had helped him overcome some of that: as soon as the two made it into the bedroom he went over to the bed and climbed up onto it, waiting for her to see what she would want to do. Rachel closed the door with her foot, looked to him, and grinned.

"Got a mirror?"

"A-" He raised his knees onto the bed, letting his tail hang off. That, always, was a good pose. "I mean, in the bathroom wall?"

"No, like, a full-length."

"Oh. Bathroom closet. Why?"

"Because," she answered, briefly disappearing around the corner. The light flashed on; the clicking of metal-tipped claws reverberated across the tile floor. A second later she returned, even the body-sized mirror looking somewhat smell held before her body. "I figured you'd like to see just how much I destroy you."

He watched as she leaned it against the wall, looked from it to him, then scooted it over a bit. "Oh."

"That looks good, doesn't it? Can you see?"

"Move your - huge body, and I can - yeah. Yeah, that's fine. Should I get... on the floor?"

"No, stay there for now. We should set out a towel, though."

"Also in the-"

"Bathroom, yeah." Rachel took the few steps to cross the room towards Lukas, and then quickly, powerfully, leaned forward over him with one paw pressing into the mattress beside him and the other sliding a pair of fingers up beneath his sack again. "While I'm getting that, why don't you flip over onto your belly?"

He didn't even have time, or the capability, really, to respond before she had tugged out of him and disappeared into the bathroom again. Her words and touch both had already earned a response from him, of course: Lukas slid a paw down his chest and gave his half-hard length a slow stroke up and down before he huffed and changed position, sliding forward to hang his legs off the edge of the bed as well, and then from there turning over. He braced his footpaws against the floor, crossed his arms in front of him, let his tail hang down, looked back behind himself - and then jumped, despite himself, when Rachel's dark-furred form came into view again.

"Saliva." She shook her head, unfolded the towel, and spread it out around his footpaws. "I can't believe you."

"What? It feels good. Besides, you should know that I_really_ like giving oral, so-"

"-I do, in fact, know that-"

"-it just works out. One leads to another." Lukas glanced behind again, feeling the stir in the air and the brush of fur as Rachel dropped to her knees behind him. A thick paw lifted up beneath his rudder, the warm titanium of her claw tracing gently through his fur; he shivered with the feeling and instinctively pushed back, then did so again when that pad pressed against him.

Following his responses, the wolf smirked, her breath puffing out hot against his rump. "Yeah," she said, "I bet it does. If you want fuckin' saliva..."

As usual, then, she wasted no time. That thumbpad pressed in, squeezing in through the already-weakened muscles still slick from his treatment in the bathroom - and then with a pull to the side her lips followed, pursing and pressing in against his tailhole, settling into a warm kiss with not the slightest lack of attention. Broad, wet canid tongue flicked across and over the tender ridges of skin, easily curling its way inside of the otter: he arched his back and let out a low sigh of pleasure, willing himself to relax further.

He had felt plenty of tongues before, so perhaps it was his own looseness, or Rachel's size, or both that made this one stand out to him: the tickling and teasing along sensitive muscles, the swirling within squeezing flesh, the pushing, pulling, digging along slick surfaces, making him tingle and twitch. Paws gripping at the sheets of the bed, Lukas did his best to keep his tail raised when he felt Rachel's grip slide to his waist and from there to his rump, her other thumb coming in to spread him as well - and she brought her tongue back to press that one in beside the first, briefly squeezing the two together before tugging outwards along his rim.

"Look at that," she breathed, then leaned in - he felt her nose against the underside of his rudder - and dropped a fat glob of saliva directly against his tailhole. It tickled as it trailed down across the skin and then dripped inside of him, and then he gasped again when she shoved it the rest of the way in with her tongue.

"O-ohh..." The otter sighed again and let his legs spread, bending at the knees a bit and pushing back against the wolf's larger muzzle. Rachel's lips pressed against his ridged rim, her thick tongue working and wiggling inside of him, repeatedly sinking in, swirling around, pulling out, then curling back in again to unload another mouthful of drool into and onto him, until he could feel it dripping down his sack and clinging to his skin. "God..."

"Mhmm." Once again her breath wafted out against the base of his rudder, and then, she drew back, swallowed, and inspected her work once more. Those large thumbs slid easily in past his muscles, curling back around to pull him open: his body reflexively clenched against the tug, though Rachel's strength was superior. Lukas felt the so-familiar tug and stretch of skin and muscles, pulling open, straining against the motion. "That's what I thought. Look at you, otter. I bet I could..."

One of her thumbs slid back out, and just as Lukas glanced behind to see, he felt the wolf's massive paw slide up beneath his rudder. "What are you-" he started, and then sighed with the sensation: Rachel dragged the backs of her fingers along his saliva-slickened rump, then turned her paw over for the front, then spat against her fingers for good measure, and then lined one, two, three up with the center of his tailhole... and pressed them into him, careful with her claws.

Those three felt like at least five of Lukas's own. He gripped at the sheets of the bed and gritted his teeth, at once squeezing around those fingers and then willing himself to relax... and then push back against them, arching his back and squishing his rump further down along the knuckles. A shudder wracked his body, and he unclenched his jaw - which resulted in a heavy moan dripping out from between his lips.

"Oh, wow..." Rachel murmured, and leaned in again to drag her tongue along the rim of his tailhole again. With Lukas's pushing a slick, wet schlp_slid out between her fingers, as well as a good amount of the drool she had so carefully pressed into him. Seeing it, though, the wolf tilted her muzzle down, curled her tongue along the back of his sack, and scooped it right back up. "Now _that's a feeling."

Lukas opened his eyes and looked behind himself again. Rachel met his gaze with her own sharp gold, then slid her paw back - his tailhole again clenched around the retreating fingers, then squelched again when she dug them back in - and grinned. "What?" he said, and stuck his tongue out and pushed again. "That?"

The wolf nodded, licked her lips again, then brought her other paw up as well. The otter felt the same pressure from those first three fingers, suddenly joined by a fourth right underneath... and then more tugging, more stretching, more pleasantly-uncomfortable tension. With each push into him she pressed a little bit deeper, stretching him around her wide knuckles; she turned her paws to the side a bit, slid almost all the way out, dropped another glob of saliva to his winking pucker, pressed back in; she pulled out on the rim of his tailhole with that fourth finger, making room for a fifth... Lukas gritted his teeth again and sucked in a gasp, trying his best not to clench too tightly around her.

Then he jumped, again, when Rachel leaned forward and touched her nose to one side of his rump. He could feel the pulsing around her paws, half-buried inside of him, keeping the muscles stretched and open; the slight pain of the pull, not at all unfamiliar, oddly pleasant. Every time he squeezed, intentionally or otherwise, he could feel the wolf's fingers strain back against the tightening and push into place.

"You doing okay?"

Lukas swallowed - he might have started drooling onto the bed - and slid one of his own arms down between his legs. He wrapped a paw around his length, gave a stroke, shuddered, angled it down between his legs...

"What's it look like?"

This time it was a soft laugh that puffed out across his rump. Rachel drew her paws out of him, with another thick shlrp, and then nuzzled down so she could drag that same thick tongue up along the presented underside of his length, tip to base.

"Looks like a yes to me. Paws?"

Lukas turned his head over his other shoulder, wondering what she meant. The wolf straightened up and held her paws out; still confused, he did his best to reach his arms back for her, on either side of his body. His chest pressed against the mattress, and after straining his neck a bit he gave up and rested his head back down - and then jumped yet again when he felt that tongue suddenly curl across and between the fingers of one paw, the wet, deft muscle slipping along and between his knuckles, thick sticky drool soaking through and clinging to fur. Then she did the same for his other paw, then turned his wrists, brought them in... and had him slide his fingers inside of himself, four on each side of his rump.

For eight fingers, with nothing but saliva. It was a bit of a stretch fitting those in, and Lukas had to take over and wiggle the fingers of his second paw in one at a time, but once done he shivered, relaxed, and sighed again.

"You stay there, like that. See if you can work yourself a bit more." Lukas heard Rachel stand up, though he wasn't fully listening: it was already tough for him to reach this far back, and then he had to deal with the straining and twitching of his tailhole around his fingers... "I'll be right back."

So far this wasn't much different from one of his regular intensive play sessions. Several times before he had squatted down on the floor in here with one of his toys beneath his tail, the red one with the knot or the grey one with the bulb at the top roughly the same diameter as Rachel's three fingers: he would ride them, push down as far as he could, slide upwards, tease that bulb in and out of his rim until he could no longer clench around it, and then he'd fall forward and press a paw in against himself, never _quite_managing to work it in.

That didn't stop him from trying, though. He pulled against himself with all eight fingers, loving the way the slick flesh inside squished and pulled around his pads, and squeezed back around when he gave a push; he swallowed and let his mouth hang open, pressing his fingers in as deep as he could reach and then sliding them back out. Something about the depth as well as the stretch, about those eight fingers squeezing into him and pushing from the inside... after a while of doing that he realized, vaguely, he was glad that Rachel had thought to spread out the towel first.

He'd taken no fewer than three videos in the past of one of those toys causing him to lose control of his bladder. Often when it started he didn't feel like making it stop.

The otter closed his eyes once more and let one paw slide down out of himself, to press those slick, sticky fingers down against the underside of his shaft. With the other he changed his angle and pressed it down along the base of his tail, four fingers and thumb angled together, pushing in further, pressing on his rim and his insides... with the angle just slightly wrong so that he couldn't pop it in past the base of his knuckles.

"Okay..." Rachel said, suddenly behind him again. Lukas rolled his head to the other side and looked back at her again - and then took another glance. Black leather straps coursed around the dark fur of her hips and waist, accented with metal studs and rings, and right in the middle... a _large_dildo, blue silicone, at least as thick as the otter's own arm with a hell of a knot at the base. "Here we go. I did bring lube for this."

"That..." Lukas let that other paw drop out of himself and dead-weighted across the side of the bed, fully aware that his tailhole remained gaped loosely open. He could feel the strings and drips of drool and natural slickness hang from the stretched lips of his rim and the flesh inside. "Looks dangerous..."

"Everyone says that." He heard the pop of a flip-top, a squirt of the liquid being pushed out, and opened his eyes again to see Rachel running her paw back and forth along its length, as formidable as its girth. "You ready?"

"I... I guess so..." He gave himself one more push from his paw, feeling the squeeze against his knuckles and the hunger, the desire to press deeper, squeezed against the inability to do so. With another sigh he brought that paw back out, making sure to push his fingers out against his stretched rim as he did so.

Rachel lowered herself down a bit, needing nearly to squat to come even with his tail, and lined it up; a second later the otter gasped with the also-familiar sensation of cold silicone and colder lube kissing against him, the tapered tip pushing his paw out of the way. When he brought it forward to rest his arm against the bed, thick strings of sticky drool and musk clung between his fingers. Already he could feel the slight stinging in the ring of his tailhole from so much stretching so quickly, but that would be fine. After all, he had spent a few days out of the previous week training himself on the knot of one of his own toys, seeing how long he could keep it tied inside of him before it became too uncomfortable.

One of those days had led to another of his accidental-wetting incidents, that one having taken him completely by surprise. The otter's slick, sticky fingers clenched together as Rachel started to push forward into him, the well-lubed shaft slipping smoothly into the just-as-well-lubed rear, warm inner flesh not so much gripping as sliding across the silicone. That day - it had been a Thursday, a rather long day at work leaving Lukas with the desire to sit back and relax and enjoy himself, yet not put too much effort into doing so. He had ended up, as usual, with his muzzle and chest against the floor while his rump remained hiked into the air, one arm aching with effort pounding the toy into him from behind; this led to him adjusting his posture and sitting back onto it, running first one, then two, then three of his fingers in alongside the bulge of the knot to help ease it in.

Rachel leaned in over him as she continued to press into him, the weight and warmth of her body pushing down against him from behind. The otter squirmed and stretched his arms out across the bed, the girth of the thing squeezing in on all the right spots inside of him.

"You holding up alright?" she asked, then adjusted and started to pull back. Lukas felt his skin cling to the toy and pull, then intentionally clenched around it and pushed back again. "It's not too much, is it?"

The smaller otter let his breath out between clenched teeth, willing himself to relax again. The tapered tip of the toy broadened out into the flattened canid head, and then from there followed the smooth contours of the shaft. Just the same as his own toy, that one that he had squeezed inside of himself and sat on for twelve minutes straight last Thursday until he just _had_to lift up and move and brace the side of his face against the floor again to catch his breath. It was the same and yet different, this one roughly as thick as his own wrist pushing, sliding inside of him, those contours rolling smoothly across well-lubed flesh and slipping in between his already-stretched muscles.

"Yeah," he breathed after a moment, and swallowed. Then he flicked his tongue over his lips to catch any loose drool. "Yeah, I'm good. It's - big..."

"You bet it is." One of Rachel's arms settled against his shoulders, pushing him down into the bed as she pressed into him. Lukas braced his footpaws against the floor and lifted his rump up into her thrust. "Like I said, Luci's favorite."

"I can... see why..."

With his own knotted toy, after those twelve minutes spent with his tailhole shivering around the base of the knot he had come up, fallen forward, felt himself gape open, tried to clench those exhausted muscles, and then shuddered again, the sudden release of pressure from the toy previously buried inside of him causing the rest of him to relax as well. It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening: those few seconds gave enough time for the puddle of his own piss streaming out between his legs to spread to his knees and footpaws.

He had chuckled and enjoyed it at the time, slipping a paw back into the rich wet heat and then drawing it along himself a few times, but the exhaustion of working the toy had knocked all will to finish out of him. That enjoyment shortly turned to annoyance, as he hadn't set out a big enough towel.

Rachel adjusted her position behind him, bringing him back into the present with the way she tugged his hips further up against her. The huge toy shifted and pressed inside of him, causing him to pull in another breath and let it out as a warm moan; that arm that she had placed across his back slid down beneath his body, running first along his chest and then down to his belly.

"I wonder..." the wolf rumbled. Other paw still on Lukas's hip she held him in place and started to pull back, then pressed slowly forward again. "I bet I'll be able to feel this thing inside of you."

Already he could feel some of that same pressure as that day last week, the little squeezing warmth in his abdomen that brightened with each thrust in and tingled every time she pulled out. Lukas still reflexively pushed back against the wolf and her toy, but tried not to push too hard or else that pressure would certainly relieve itself all over again.

It still might happen, of course. Part of him expected and desired it to - and this same part twitched and throbbed between his legs against the side of the mattress, each slow yet powerful thrust forward from the larger wolf causing him to grind forward and rub against the sheets, enjoying the sensation and slickness from leaked pre and dripping saliva.

Suddenly Rachel's breath caressed his ear. "What do you think?" Lukas shivered with that too, and instinctively adjusted his posture.

He himself could certainly feel the thing inside of him, thick and cool and pressing on every inch of him from inside, just a _bit_larger than what he was used to. He felt rooted in place between her legs, as though he couldn't move - and yet his entire body shook and shivered with the deep, hot pleasure, the pressure and need.

"Well, let's..." Lukas licked his lips, lifted up on a shaky arm, slid his other down beneath himself - that would be the one that he had pressed beneath his tail - and with that still-sticky paw pressed Rachel's more firmly up against his lower belly. She pulled back and pressed forward again, and then Lukas could feel the tip of the toy sliding in along his guts and pushing down against her paw through his skin.

"Oh." The wolf paused in her thrusts. It took Lukas another few seconds and a push back to realize that she had buried it up to its knot inside of him. Warm fingers explored the fur and skin of his belly, reaching and poking, squeezing and feeling. That, too, increased the pressure on his bladder, making him squirm on the shaft hilted inside of him, which in turn just further increased that pressure. "Oh."

Lukas tried to lift himself up a bit further but found he couldn't, what with shaky legs and Rachel's powerful hips keeping him angled forward. He pushed his paws against the mattress again and half-turned to look back at her, knowing that he wouldn't be able to turn further than that. Every movement no matter how small reminded him of the size of this toy, keeping his legs spread and his tail pulsing. He'd be able to feel this inside of him even tomorrow, probably, and likely the next two days as well.

Paws in place there, he dug his claws into the blankets and used that leverage to pull himself forward and then back, forward and back. Even with him relaxing he could still feel the slight pull and resistance of the toy's girth inside of him. That in itself was one of the best feelings: the tug and the stretch right beneath the smooth, sleek depth. The otter grinned, licked his lips, shivered... felt himself leak another thick glob of pre against the hanging sheets, then pushed himself back again.

"Are you gonna knot me?"

Rachel returned his grin, gold-plated fangs glittering bright, and straightened up. She drew her metal claws gently down along his shoulder blades, cutting shallow rifts through his plush fur. That sensation, too, made him shiver, and he found that when he tried to clench around the base of the toy, he simply couldn't. Those muscles wouldn't respond.

She continued down his body, enclosing his hips in her large paws with fingers digging in near his groin. Right there she could still stretch her thumbs back, slide them up beneath his tail, and drag her pads along his stretched rim, spreading some of the thick lube further down along him.

"Lukas." The wolf brought her thumbs back a little bit further. Vaguely, he could feel the vibrations from her tapping the knot. "What did we talk about?"

"I don't - know..." There was that distant, growing feeling again, the gentle deep discomfort of having something so big buried inside of him for so long. He had pushed through it for those twelve minutes last week, but this time he found himself pinned between a giant she-wolf and the mattress of his bed, with nowhere to go except for a half-inch of free wriggling space. He felt like a string stretched out across that space: the slightest touch or nudge sent his entire body vibrating and shivering, the echoes of pleasure rebounding in along himself. "My mind's kind of... empty right now..."

Suddenly he gritted his teeth as those thumbs tried to squeeze their way into his tailhole, one on either side of the base of the toy's shaft. "Eight fingers is one thing," Rachel said, giving up on one. The other still pushed and wormed its way through taut-stretched muscle, claw carefully angled so as not to nick him. He felt the heat of her fur and softness of the pad, trying to squeeze in yet still unable to. "Baby steps, remember? Even Luci has trouble on The Matriarch's knot. I don't wanna split you in half."

"I can take it." Lukas gave yet another push backwards, and pulled forward at the same time. Slick flesh slid across Rachel's thumb and pressed out with the movement.

"Oh, honey..."

She came in close to his ear again, so that he could see the glimmer of one of her bright fangs out of the edge of his vision. With her weight bearing down on him again and her breasts against his back she started to work her hips again, one paw pushing down into the bed ahead of him and the other arm wrapped around his lower body, keeping the smaller otter in place.

Rachel pulled out half an inch, then squeezed back in; then a full inch, and back in; then a full inch again, and then a little bit further, and further again, each time pulling a gasp and groan out of the otter beneath her against the pressure and movement. Her strong arm tightened around his body; before he knew it the side of his muzzle was pressed against her other arm near his shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around it for balance.

Under the squeaking of the bed, the wolf's breathing in his ear, and his own grunting and moaning, he could hardly make out the rest of her words:

"I don't think you can. Besides, I came over to bury my arm in you." Rachel straightened up a bit, giving herself space to pull all the way back out. Almost all the way: Lukas felt the slight swell near the toy's head pull against his tailhole, weakened muscles trying to squeeze back around it to keep that delicious pressure inside of him, and then shivered as Rachel reversed her motion to sink back into him. This time he wasn't so sure if it was just pre that dribbled down the side of the blankets. "Not my knot."

Another press of that wide bulge against his tailhole and then she started to pull out again, this time not stopping at the tip. The toy came free from his stretched rear with a wet schlk, and just like the previous week Lukas could feel himself try to clench back and fail. Cool air drifted down beneath his tail and over the warm wet flesh inside of him, revealed amid the gaping muscles. Lukas already had his forearms pressed against the mattress, keeping himself propped up with his elbows, but within another few seconds his energy there went out as well and he flopped back down onto his chest across the side of the bed.

Legs shivering, rudder lashing, chest heaving, Lukas quite distinctly felt the lack of having something inside of him and wanted it back, though he knew he was already too exhausted to do it himself. Again and again he tried to push away from the bed and back onto Rachel's toy, but his arms failed him and his legs threatened to buckle beneath him. It took one of those large paws gripping his rudder halfway up and yanking it up into the air to straighten them back out.

Rachel leaned in over him again. The otter gasped and shuddered as she wiped the back of her other paw across his stretched tailhole, knuckles and claws slipping smoothly across wet flesh and dripping skin.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" Three fingers and her thumb held to a point poked in at the center of that flesh, still circling around to catch the gathered saliva and lube and natural slickness. Rachel pushed them in a little bit, slowly sinking into him; Lukas swallowed and pushed back, feeling the sting of the stretch at her knuckles. "You've been through a lot already, and it looks like you're about to crumple. Like a hand-puppet without the hand. I guess that's exactly what you are right now, though."

All he could work out in response to that was a jumbled _mrrh_and an exhalation of breath through his nose. Rachel kept her paw in place there and briefly moved her other away from his rudder, the heavy appendage draping over her shoulder, so she could take up the bottle of lube again. A second later a thick, cool drip of sticky slickness oozed down over the gaping rim of his tailhole and the fingers halfway inside of him. He reflexively clenched against the sensation, then felt those fingers tense and widen back against the straining muscles.

A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed the soft wet noises that followed to be Rachel spreading more of that lube over her arm, thoroughly coating the dark fur in a straight line before rubbing it in with her other paw. Glistening and dripping, thick and slick and wet; her nose curled with the soft artificial scent of the stuff, and when she noticed the otter watching her, she shook her head. Then she brought her fingers back out of him to more fully lube her paw.

"I swear," Rachel grumbled, rubbing the clear liquid between each finger and along her palm, "I'm gonna have to take two showers after to get all of this out..."

Lukas would have responded to that in turn, had she not replaced her paw right where it had been a second before. His little teacup ears shot up and his back straightened, body naturally leaning back into the pressure starting to sink up beneath his tail again. This time the wolf had all four fingers pinned to her thumb, pushing in, gently stretching. That was the same way Lukas did it when he tried to take care of things himself, but where he always got caught along the last knuckles, Rachel had another paw to reach in and squeeze her fingers together, to change her angle, to shift down and press up a little bit... and then, just like the knot of his toy last week, those knuckles popped into him.

He gasped and his muscles squeezed as tightly as they could in response, legs suddenly shivering all over again. The weight and girth of her paw half-buried inside of him, wide brim of her knuckles pulling back against his clenching muscles, fingers squishing and sloshing inside sensitive wet flesh... the otter let out a shuddering groan and smushed his face against the mattress again, his own fingers taut along the blankets of the bed.

Rachel leaned around him, keeping her paw in place there. "Good God," she said, and let the squeezing suck her paw in to the wrist. Lukas rumbled at that sensation, too. "I feel like I'm stuffing a fuckin' turkey at Thanksgiving."

Carefully, gingerly, Lukas pushed himself back a little bit further. This was already so much more than he had felt before and certainly pushed his limits, even after all of the preparation and stretching he had done in advance, but it still felt - so good. Another breathy moan dripped out from between his parted lips as he continued to slide back along the wolf's thick wrist and forearm, able to feel her clenched paw press up into him, shift his insides around, push out against his belly from inside.

"God..." he breathed. It almost felt like he was unable to draw full breaths from the pressure sinking up inside of him, wriggling around, making him squirm on Rachel's arm and clamp both against the sheets of the bed and her forearm. "Feels..."

"Yeah?"

Lukas felt Rachel clench her paw into a fist inside of him, the extra width pressing in on a different part of his insides. He wriggled and tried his best to hold it in, but couldn't tell if he'd succeeded.

"Oh. Oh, my." Then there was a soft, slick fingerpad running up along the underside of his shaft, making him twitch and squirm yet again. A second later Rachel wrapped the rest of her fingers around him as well, and angled him partially back. "You're leaking."

So that was that feeling, then. The otter gritted his teeth and pulled forward a half-inch along her arm, the relief of pressure sending another electric jolt through him, but he couldn't stop. Now he could definitely feel the sweet heat pulsing out of him, the warmth and relief streaming out and down along the towel thankfully placed along the floor.

He lifted his body a little bit, trying to look down between his legs. "Am... am I? I - oh, God..."

Rachel sank her forearm back up into him, this time leaning in over him to get a better angle. Lukas swallowed and shivered, and felt his stream pick up in force with the added pressure inside of him. Forced out of him it came hot and fast, his hard shaft twitching and throbbing with each little movement and adjustment inside of him, stray drops of piss spraying against his thighs and probably the side of the bed as well, picking up each time Rachel sank into him and then weakening when she pulled back out.

Lukas loved it. The pressure, the exhilaration, the sensation of having his bladder forcefully drained from the inside, the shivering of exhausted muscles and constant stretch and squeeze. As she worked her arm slowly in and out of him, tugging against his tailhole from inside yet never quite pulling her paw fully free of him, Rachel ran her fingers along his length with the other, rolling his foreskin back and forth, back and forth even as he continued dribbling and squirting, more incessant and interrupted now that he was bordering on empty. The otter had found a good angle on the bed and rhythmically pressed back against her as well, lifting up so that her clenched fingers grazed and pushed against that certain spot that made his legs shake and muscles clench.

This time when Rachel leaned forward over him she braced her other paw against his rump, at once spreading him further and lifting his tail out of the way. Her other arm worked steadily in against him, sinking in past squeezing flesh, turning inside of him, pulling back out to tug on his muscles with the bulge of her wrist, then pushing right back in again.

"Still doing alright?"

In rhythm with that arm pressing up into him Lukas felt his body clench and relax, clench and relax. Still fully hard and still dripping with leaked piss, he brushed and grinded forward against the side of the bed whenever he could, fully aware of the warm wetness clinging to the fabric there as well as of the bubbling, sizzling need inside of him, pulsing with each pull of the wolf's large paw beneath his tail.

He struggled to find his voice for a moment. It took Rachel drawing her paw halfway out of him, knuckles pulling free of his tenuously clenching tailhole, and then popping them back in to push his voice back out of his chest.

"I'm - gonna..."

"Oh, yeah?" Rachel slid her paw all the way out of him this time, her wrist coming free with another wet schlrp, then another as Lukas pushed, squeezed, shivered. The wolf splayed her fingers, cupped them around his gaping tailhole, ran her pads across the wet flesh revealed from inside, then brought them together again... and leaned her weight back onto him from behind to press her fist right back in past his exhausted muscles, the pressure forcing him to arch his back and gasp again. Yet again she drew a finger from her other paw back down along his shaft, first lifting up beneath his sack and then running it down towards his slick head; he shivered again as she spread the gathered wetness of piss and pre and drool over and around. "Should I..."

"No," Lukas managed, teeth gritted. He knew that words wouldn't obey him too well right now, so in an effort to communicate what he wanted, he just continued sliding his hips backwards and further onto Rachel's arm, still twisting slowly as she pushed it deeper inside of him. "Just - keep on..."

She ran her fingers over his head one more time, then returned that paw to his rump. "If you say so." From there the wolf leaned in over him again and immediately resumed the pace of her arm thrusting into his rump, each time now pushing a little bit faster, a little bit deeper, while he lifted away from the bed and arched his back into the movements, trying to get her to pound down into him against the spot that had first forced his bladder to empty and which was now quickly bringing him close to draining his balls as well.

That had been something he had managed on one of his other toys, too. It had been a similar position yet again, face down with his rump up in the air, one arm reached back to shove the thing quickly, fervently inside of him. His mouth had hung open, his eyes had fluttered shut, he was pulling in ragged breaths across a lolling tongue; his entire lower body had started to tingle, and his toes curled, and he felt the pressure build up and boil and-

-and start to spill out of him, the beginnings of his peak more of a dribble than a spurt, out across the side of the bed. Then his entire body jerked, his claws pierced into the sheets of the bed, and he bucked forward, grinding his hard cock against the side of the mattress with the force of the second spurt, and then the third after it, each one coming free only after Rachel's paw pressed deeper into him. Lukas realized he was moaning again, hot breaths spreading out across the bed from his parted lips; he lifted his rear up into the pounding but quickly lost the ability to do so, legs fiercely shaking from the knees up beneath the pleasure. He actually ended up crumpling across the side of the bed, with Rachel briefly stammering as he basically sat down to pin her elbow to the floor.

With a little bit of effort she pulled free with yet another slick, wet sucking sound. Lukas could feel everything dripping out of him from his gaped tailhole, interior flesh brushing against the already-soaked material of the towel beneath him. Panting, shivering, dripping - though he tried to clench again, his body wouldn't respond, and the last of his load dribbled weakly down the underside of his shaft - the otter dropped his head to the bed, letting his arms keep himself up. His tail flicked behind him across the floor, every now and then brushing along Rachel's knee.

In a few moments the area of the mattress beside him dipped and creaked, and then he found himself rolling over into the dip to bump his head against her large, warm thigh. Her paw - the one that hadn't just been buried halfway to the elbow inside of his backside - settled on his head, careful in its weight, and gently scratched behind his ears.

"Well..." she began, and chuckled as she watched him. "You're gonna be really fuckin' sore tomorrow."

Still panting, Lukas licked his lips. His mouth was dry. As he struggled to lift his head, he quickly found out why: he had drooled all over the sheets here.

"Worth... it..."

"Are you gonna need a shower? You're really... wet."

"No, I'll..." Lukas blinked, suddenly faced with the sight of that same thick blue knotted shaft rising from between the wolf's legs. He had forgotten that she was wearing that. When his eyes met hers, Rachel grinned. "I'll just... take a bath..."

Briefly he imagined himself sinking back into her lap, already-stretched tailhole wrapping smoothly, easily around those contours, settling on, around, and eventually beneath that huge knot... but then the image was gone, as he started to realize just how unsteady he really was. He could hardly even pull himself up onto the bed, and then thought better of it from everything leaking out of him.

Bright gold eyes appraised him for a second. Amid her smirk he caught a flash of golden fang as well.

"A bath?" Rachel leaned back and gave the toy a flick from her finger, making it swing between her thighs. "Boy, with you the way you are, that's just gonna be round two of an easy enema."

"Well, I'll..." In an effort to keep himself from staining the sheets Lukas pulled himself across her body, draping over her belly. A layer of soft fur and skin with firm, taut muscle beneath; he squirmed and then settled in, still very aware of the massive toy just beside his head. "I'll take a nap, and then a bath."

Her heavy arm rested across his back and then drifted down, fingers teasing along the base of his tail and exhausted muscles beneath. She ran a fingerpad along the wide rim of his tailhole and then circled in to the wet flesh inside.

"You really are just a stuffed turkey," she rumbled, and then slid a second finger in alongside that first. Lukas wriggled again, then gasped when she spread her fingers to stretch him further. "Or, like... a whale shark. Just, gaping, all the time."

He turned to bury his muzzle in her fur. "It's your fault," he replied, muffled.

"It was your idea."

"It was Luci's idea."

"I don't think that's correct."

The two lay there for a moment, Lukas becoming gradually more aware of the stinging and residual discomfort of their session. He felt more than thoroughly drained, however, and knew that he wouldn't be able to stand up on his own. It still felt as though his entire lower half tingled; Rachel had drawn her fingers back out of him, though now just played them gently through the fur of his inner thighs and behind his sack, all similarly soaked and matted with lube and saliva. It made him twitch and shiver.

"So," the wolf said after a while, "I need a shower, or else my fur's gonna get all fucked up. If you need me to hold you up, I can do that." She paused, licked her chops, and chuckled. "I can also pick you up and hold you upside-down to fill you up and pour you out, like we're cleaning a drinking glass."

"Oh, my God." Lukas lifted his head to glare at her, though failed as soon as she grinned again. The otter reached over and teased a pair of fingers along the tip of her strap-on. "Are you gonna wear this the whole time?"

"I would..." Rachel reached down with her other paw, still slick and sticky, and guided his to wrap around the shaft and push down towards the knot. He couldn't bring his fingers and thumb to touch around it. "But the straps aren't waterproof."

"Oh. That's a shame. Also seems... counterproductive." Lukas paused, perked, and leaned over to look across the side of the bed. "Also, I should... really clean that up..."

Rachel moved to stand up off the bed, carefully placing the otter back into place after doing so. "Don't you worry about a thing," she said, and patted his head again. "I saw you fuckin' fall over. There's no way you can stand. I'll take care of it, and then we'll take a shower, and then we'll just relax and watch a movie for the rest of the night. Sound good?"

As soon as she bent over and peeled the tower off the floor, Lukas got hit with a whiff of his own mark, thoroughly soaked into the fabric. It made him squirm and blush, and when Rachel met his eyes he had to look away.

"Yeah," he said, and swallowed. His tail flicked; _that_part of him, especially, still tingled. "That sounds great."