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Party Foul

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

SynTech Slushpile #12

Characters © Luvian

Content warning: size difference, stretching, all-the-way-through, male/male

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The lights of SynTech Tower rarely went out even late into the night or early hours of the morning. The twinkling of offices from afar throughout the evening caused the enormous building to radiate and glow. Tonight, a row of lights remained fixed and steady well past the normal hours of operation for the Interior Design division of the SynTech Services Department.

If one were to approach the tower, ride the elevator, and walk down the neat gray carpets of the hallways towards those offices, the volume of the noise would seem strange, considering the rows of desks, graphing and drafting tables, computers, 3D printers, magazines, and bulletin boards throughout the cramped space where SynTech designers put together orders for new locations across the campus, from offices for professors at SynTech University to the brand new events center which was slated to host its first grand opening function the coming weekend. The music, shouts, and cheers coming from the normally staid employees celebrated that fact.

One of the employees particularly enjoying the late evening leaned against a wall near a large color printer, a blue plastic cup pinched indelicately between his claws. The gray-furred wolf wasn't very large, despite the avian wings held up on his backside from his shoulders, and showed visible signs of intoxication as he grinned and raised his cup to the group passing by.

"Luvian! Great work figuring out the rearranged quarters for the orchestra in the pit. What an insight!"

"Yeah, great job, Luvian! That was going to set us back two weeks!"

The wolf grinned even wider and traded high-fives.

"Oh, it was nothin'," the wolf said, pushing himself up off the printer so he could stand a little straighter, not that the equally drunk interior designers chatting with him were in any better state themselves. "Just need to *hic* adjust the *hic* wind instruments."

"I heard your palette was used in the main hall. I'm so jealous, I thought for sure they'd go with my idea!"

"Hey, let's get Luvian another round!"

"Yeah!"

The wolfbird finished his drink as his coworkers surrounded him, walking him around the party and forgetting entirely to get him another drink in the process as they stopped to shake hands and exchange drunken congratulations with everyone they came across. Luvian grinned as he was jostled around between them. Normally, he wouldn't be interested in crowds like this, but the liquor warmed him up and relaxed him. His long brown tail, which featured overlapping layers of rich brown feathers that glinted whenever struck by the overhead lights, wiggled as he found himself caught up in conversations. Moving around helped clear his head a little too - he quickly realized just how drunk he was when one of the people who'd approached him in the first place suddenly tipped backwards onto the carpet and started snoring.

Luvian didn't mind that. He had plenty to be happy about. His design work on the new event hall was praised by everyone who saw it, he'd get to take his pick of whatever project he wanted next, and there were rumors of a substantial promotion coming his way. Not only that, but security for the after-hours party was provided by a trio of handsome Securitaurs that made Luvian's heart flutter and his belly drop every time they padded by. The night couldn't get much better, all things considered.

The party started to trail off a bit, with small groups clustered around in conversation rather than the free-wheeling rambunctiousness of a few minutes before. Luvian looked around and, not seeing anyone unoccupied, decided to get a glass of water, which he'd heard was supposed to help prevent hangovers. He checked his fur around the ears and eyes in the small mirror above the water cooler, smoothing it along the lay around his golden eyes as he stumbled in front of the water dispenser and used his empty cup to drink a glass of water.

When he turned around, he took no more than a half step forward before careening into something huge and solid. Luvian fell backwards onto his rump and rubbed at the small of his back as his legs pulled up, bending at the knees. From the shins down, the wolfbird's legs revealed more avian heritage: golden yellow bird-like legs with three-toed talons at the ends. The sharp white claws dragged on the carpet as the wolfbird winced.

"Oh, hey there. Sorry about that!"

The voice was loud and friendly. Luvian cracked open his eyes, ears tipping forward. When he finally opened them, he saw only four large furry black tree trunks, with a broad canopy spreading outwards. Luvian shook his head, blinked, and realized that the Securitaur grinning down at him was definitely no vegetative matter, though he was seeing two of the massive security guard.

"Sometimes it's tough for a big guy like me around crowds when it comes to these narrow hallways. You alright?"

The enormous Newfoundland's shaggy head dropped down, shoulders curling over as he sat his enormous hindquarters down and propped himself up on his forelegs. His upper arms reached out, biceps straining at the black SynTech Securitaur uniform that squeezed the massive taur's shaggy pelt into place. The Newfie's neck and the collar of his uniform hid underneath an extra large and fluffy ruff of fur around his neck, over which his bright eyes, broad forehead, and baggy jowls protruded with a lopsided smirk.

"Oh, I'm fine, th-thanks," Luvian said, doing his best and failing to stop himself slurring. Was he really that drunk? The wolfbird leaned back further on his arms, eyes widening as his gaze traveled down the Newfoundland's upper torso - which was broad-shouldered and thick in the middle - to where it met with his long and shaggy underbody. The taur's legs really were like tree trunks; Luvian could imagine hurling his relatively small frame at one and bouncing right off without budging it an inch. Considering the Securitaur stood north of eight feet tall, easily the largest of the canine security forces he'd seen on campus, Luvian couldn't stop his jaw from dropping as his eyes went further. He stared, open-muzzled, his drunken stupor mixing with his reaction to the enormous taur's musk.

The belt-like shag of silky black fur hanging from the intersection of his upper and lower bodies led into similarly black shag draping from between his forelegs. Like an enormous treasure trail, the strip of extra long black fuzz ran down his underbelly before spreading around the unhidden and unrestrained sheath and sac tucked in between the glistening flanks. The Newfie's tail looked slick and shiny, the fur gleaming as it waved side to side behind him across the carpet. Luvian's eyes widened as he stared at the Securitaur's maleness, disbelieving it could really be that large. The sheath was easily as thick in the middle as Luvian's own head, and it hung outwards from the underbelly attached by a thin strip of furry black skin, so that it dangled forwards as the taur sat in front of him. The pair of enormous orbs rested underneath, nestled in together, each fat nut as large as the sheath itself, so that together they formed a fairly equal triangle of plump maleness between his hind legs.

The Newfie grinned wider, then licked his lips. The wolfbird was cute, no doubt. Lean shoulders, a little skinny perhaps, but a nice tush in his black suit pants. The Securitaur's eyes scanned Luvian in return, from the tips of his fuzzy grey wings down to the dark brown feathers that reached to the back of his knees, and his long legs to his cute face and golden eyes, which were currently locked onto the big taur's junk and not going to break contact any time soon from the look of things. The wolfbird looked a little tipsy, but that might help loosen the little guy up.

The large Securitaur glanced over his shoulder, twisting his upper torso around to look down the hallway in which he found himself, then back down the other way, then to the sides. Using his key card, the taur leaned over and swiped at the nearest office door. He pushed his huge hindquarters off the ground and kicked his back left leg, making sure to get a few good jostles in on his dangling sac before stepping up to the doorway.

"I've got to inspect this office as part of my rounds," the big canine lied. "Maybe you can help me find anything suspicious in there?"

Luvian's ears flipped up and his muzzle dropped as wide as his eyes. The wolfbird's feathery tail flapped with rapid up and down swishes before he caught himself and licked his lips.

"Oh, uh... right, sure, that's Tony's office, he's on vacation, but maybe someone, uh, was going to do something in there that might, you know, it might be something you'd want to... uh, I guess, inspect?"

As he spoke, Luvian pushed himself to his feet, injury to his posterior forgotten, and walked, zombie-like, towards the open doorway. The enormous taur didn't move out of the way, but kept his upper body positioned halfway through the jamb.

"...and I think it's a good idea to take security seriously, you know, it's nomffsomefinmmffsat youshnmff..."

Luvian's gray muzzle and black nose pressed forward into the Newfie's uniform, denting the cloth and fur inwards as he squeezed around into the office. The wolfbird's nostrils flared greedily in between his smothered, unintelligible rambling.

Before he knew it, Luvian was in the office with the Securitaur alone, their only audience the empty desk and shelves. Luvian turned around, hands at his sides, claws stroking along his thighs with nervous energy as the massive Newfie padded up and loomed over him in the darkness of the room. A powerful black-furred paw stretched out, silky strands of long fur dangling from the wrist, and wrapped around the back of Luvian's head. The lupine ears flicked against the palm of the Newfie's paw as it pressed him forward into the broad, hard belly again, even more firmly than Luvian managed on his own while squeezing through the doorway. The wolfbird groaned, eyes closing as the Newfie's hand guided his muzzle and nose. The taur leaned over, pecs bulging against his black uniform button up, and pushed the wolfbird's lips and nostrils against each powerful muscle in turn. Luvian's wings lifted off his back by a foot and spread slightly as he leaned into the massive Newfie, stretching his legs until he was standing on the tips of his talons so that he could reach.

"Hmmm... subject appears intoxicated, fails to answer simple questions," the Securitaur said, his voice lower than before with an edge to it that sent thrills down Luvian's spine. "Could potentially be a corporate spy in the process of committing espionage."

Luvian looked up, past the swell of the massive canine's pec, where the shaggy Newfoundland's wide muzzle stretched into a grin. The big canine winked as his fingers teased lower down the wolfbird's side, around the bases of his wings, before cupping the smaller male's rump. Luvian groaned, feathered tail lifting and draping over the taur's wrist as the thick fingers squeezed inward, pulling the wolfbird up against the taur's forelegs.

"Priorities," the Newfie continued. "First, interrogation. Second, confinement. Third, release in appropriate quarters."

"Interrogate me?" Luvian asked, tipping his head back to look at the Newfie's face again. "What do you mff!"

"Commencing interrogation!"

A rush of air caused a huge "PHWOOMPH!" to rattle the glass in the windows of the office. The canine's long, luxuriously silky fur spread away from his body across the carpet as he dropped his enormous belly and legs downwards - directly across the wolfbird. Luvian ended up on his backside surrounded in the canine's heavily scented, soft fur, with his ears flicking behind the canine's forelegs. His tail draped out to the side, the tip flicking, but otherwise there was no sight or sound of the winged wolf. The Newfie grinned and crossed his arms over his chest, holding his upper torso steady as he slowly rolled his belly and legs side to side. He was careful not to drop his entire weight onto the squirming wolfbird beneath him, but definitely enough to flatten his broad, muscular belly against the floor on either side of him.

Though this particular Securitaur was the only security guard at SynTech capable of the move, it was a highly effective restrainment technique. It limited the subject's movement without encumbering the Newfie. The big male grinned and licked his lips, cocking an ear as he listened to the muffled grunts and gasps from the wolfbird, who was now busily thrusting his hips upwards again and again.

"Well, first question," the Newfie said, leaning over so he could look between his own forelegs. His large bulk lifted somewhat, dragging black fur free of Luvian's gasping face. "What's your name, cutie?"

"Hahhh... hahhhh... it's Luvian..." The wolfbird wheezed, tongue flopping over his lips, a dazed look in his eyes. The massive canine's musk was thick enough to make the wolfbird's eyes water.

"Well, Luvian, you can call me Chesley."

Another rush of air sent some loose papers on the desk flying as Chesley's bulk dropped again, shifted side to side to smear and drag his silky fur across the squirming wolfbird, and then lifted.

"And what do you do here at SynTech, Luvian?"

"I'm an... interior... designer..."

WOOOOOMF!

"Mmffff!"

"You work here for a long time already? Or are you a new guy?"

"Just a few months. I finished my first big project," Luvian gasped. "It's what the party is f--!"

WOOMF!

The Newfoundland grinned as he relaxed a little more, enjoying the wiggling under his thick black pelt, and scratched his wide muzzle with his fingers.

"Well, I really don't have any other questions right now," the big male grunted. "Though my partners might."

Luvian's eyes widened. "Partners?" he gasped.

The enormous taur's hindquarters lifted and took a few steps forward. Chesley looked over his shoulder and grinned as he watched his hips descend again, this time farther up the wolfbird's body, so that the small male's hips and legs stuck out along the carpet from between the taur's hind end. The Newfie closed his eyes, groaning as he felt the wolfbird's paws groping at the enormous pair of balls sinking into the little guy's belly, as well as the broad sheath squeezing into his chest.

"Good news for you," Chesley grunted. "My partners really seem to like you!"

Luvian couldn't reply. The taur's hind legs pushed forward, shoving the bulk of his maleness higher up the wolfbird's soft, fuzzy chest. Overwhelming musk accompanied the massive balls squeezing and rolling around his head. Each one felt like a huge watermelon, and as soon he pushed one away to get a gasp of musky, hot air, the other jostled into it's place. Not to mention the thick, very full sheath, which stroked over Luvian's ears before the massive taur took a half-step backwards. The weight descended again, pinning Luvian down to the floor as the pointed tip of the red canine arousal shoved against his cheek and smeared its way up his forehead, between his eyes. The taur's hips shifted, legs widening to provide better bracing, and Luvian grunted each time the huge nuts swung forward. The Newfie used them so easily, like they weighed nothing at all, but they battered at Luvian, heavy and warm, so large he could sink his paws in up to the wrist. The wolfbird's tail shivered from base to tip as the talons on his feet snagged the carpet, trying to get purchase as Chesley's thrusts increased in weight and pace.

Before long, the massive taur was simply dragging his massive package back and forth across the wolfbird's body, dousing him and his clothes in musk. The canine arousal throbbed, half-hard, several feet of contoured, flexing maleness bigger than both of Luvian's paws put together. It made several deposits of clear pre-cum into Luvian's clothes as the taur's four powerful legs kept the rocking motion going.

Luvian could do little more than wrap his arms around the middle of the enormous cock flexing into his chest and hang on for the ride as his body and head squished and squeezed into the taur's underbelly. His nostrils soaked in the scent, reacting to the pheromones in the Securitaur's musk and causing his own pants to tent and discolor with his own raging arousal.

"Thank you for... mfff, yeah, right there... answering my questions," Chesley groaned, slowing down his rocking motions and opting instead to just grind downwards with his hindquarters. "I'm afraid I'm still going to have to... nnggghh... detain you!"

Luvian's paws stroked down the flexing length of canine arousal, barely hearing and certainly not caring what the taur was saying at the moment. His thighs pressed upwards into the base of the sheath, eliciting a long groan from Chesley and even hotter, harder, tighter grinding. Luvian's head was forced to the side, pushed into the tip of the flexing, dripping cock, and then squeezed so hard he saw stars.

Or rather, he saw white. A thick jet of Newfie seed pummeled Luvian's muzzle, soaking his head and drenching him with sticky white cum. Another shot followed quickly as the enormous taur quivered against him, groaning above as he braced his arms against the wall. A growing flood of seed spread underneath Luvian as the enormous stalk quivered and flexed, spitting and bucking as it struggled for space between the wolfbird's thin frame and the bulk of the Securitaur's long underbelly. Luvian opened his muzzle, gurgling as thick shots of the irresistible jizz coated his tongue.

He emerged some time later sticky and damp, looking like someone dumped a five gallon bucket of semi-clear paint over him. Panting and gasping as he lay on his backside in his wet clothes under the throbbing maleness, he let his arms fall to the sides. His pants were soaked with his own emissions, having cum twice through the enormous male's incredible session.

"Well, that was a good start," the friendly voice of the Newfie said, but with that added edge that made Luvian's fur stand up on end - what little of his fur could, considering how drenched in canine cum he was. "But I think further detainment procedures are necessary."

The massive canine-taur's forepaws curled inwards and flipped Luvian over. The wolfbird squawked, both wings stretching out from underneath the taur's underbelly, as Chesley's huge cock draped over his back before the stomach pushed the length down into his spine, curling to form over his shoulders and the back of his head. Luvian groaned, wiggling, gasping as he felt the trickle of warm seed running over the crook of his shoulder.

Chesley's upper body twisted down and around, arms stretching out. The Newfie plucked something off the tactical belt around his upper torso's lower belly, then shot his fingers towards Luvian's head. Before the dazed, glazed wolfbird could react, he felt a stretchy band of silicon wrap around his head like a horse bit. It pulled into the back corners of his muzzle, behind his teeth, and pulled his ears up until they were rubbing in between the taur's forelegs. Chesley, with a practice hand, looped a strap around the bit to secure the wolfbird in position.

The world turned upside down next as Chesley rolled over, clutching Luvian with his forepaws as he did so to keep the small male in place. With Luvian on his back, head locked in place, wings draping down the taur's sides, Chesley initiated the next step of his obviously well-practiced detainment routine. After first securing Luvian's arms to his shaggy sides, the massive taur's paws clenched around the wolfbird's hips and lifted into the air, until he was hanging almost upside down. It was the only way to get the small male's rumpcheeks to squeeze around the thick pointed tip of the newfie's red canine shaft, creating a triangle of wolfbird, taur, and dick, which quickly collapsed as the tip sank in.

Luvian's eyes widened as he groaned around the bit, jerking and pulling on it. His wings, trapped between his outstretched arms and the wide bulk of Chesley's underbelly, twitched in reaction as the taur's fingers groped his hips, shoving him back into the flexing length. Luvian's belly distended immediately, hips creaking as the girth spread his backside wider and wider. By the time the bulging middle of the canine length surged in, Luvian's stomach distended far out in front of his chest and head. He could see his own fur shifting and pulling around the pointed, smooth tip as the taur's hands worked him lower yet, twisting and shoving ruthlessly with desire to sate the growing need in his massive, black-furred balls.

Luvian's grunted squawk echoed for a moment before being cut off as the taur rolled back over, far less delicately this time now that the wolfbird was close to properly restrained. The Newfoundland's shaggy black fur hung around his sides, obscuring most of the wolfbird's body. Chesley groaned as he angled his hindquarters into the air and reached back with his forepaws, clutching awkwardly around Luvian's sides as he pumped his hips forward again.

"Initiating... final... lockdown!"

Luvian's jaws stretched wide again around the bit, which kept him from simply popping off the obscenely thick, swollen arousal stretching him from the inside. His belly sloshed, some of the definition being lost as the canine's eagerness grew. Luvian's cheeks twitched and his chest struggled forwards, but there was just no stopping it.

Chesley knotted.

The wolfbird's cock sprayed cum across the floor as the Newfie bounced on all four legs, immediately testing the fit. Luvian's lower belly wrapped around the huge ball of canine flesh, squeezing and gripping so tightly that Chesley had to stop for a moment and catch his breath. The wolfbird gurgled, belly throbbing, body stretched from the taur's forelegs to hindquarters, slung up and tied down, and finally locked in place with the knot that wouldn't be shrinking anytime soon.

The Newfie shifted his lower body side to side and the wolfbird gurgled as the massive shaft shifted inside him, stretching out and sliding forward, filling his chest cavity until his body bulged from hips to neck with the size of the massive taur's erection. The canine grunted and used his forelegs, which draped over the wolfbird's twitching body, to line him up properly. Luvian's eyes rolled up into his head as his neck suddenly flexed outwards, followed by bulging cheeks and a gush of sticky white seed.

"Whoops!"

Chesley shoved Luvian to the side, aiming the thick spray of jizz from the wolfbird's gray muzzle towards the floor so as not to get his fur or uniform damp. The wriggling hybrid's body clenched and squeezed, rippling uncontrollably from the knot to the top of the fat stalk as the thick red tip speared right past Luvian's stretched lips. The wolfbird's hands shoved against his swollen neck as it pulsed with the rhythmic swelling of the massive stalk lodged inside him, apparently long enough to reach from one end well past the other. Luvian's fingers and arms spasmed as he groped at the warm, flexing foot or so of red canine cock jutting from his open throat, milking more waves of warm seed free.

"Containment... mmmh... complete," Chesley groaned. His fore- and hindlegs wrapped around the wolfbird, squeezing and stroking him up and down as far as he could with his massive knot locking the small male in place. Gallons of sticky dog-jizz splattered across the floor as the huge taur bucked and humped, completely sleeving the twitching, gurgling male bouncing off his large lower belly. Luvian could do little but squeeze as he felt his body contorting and stretching, the awesome feeling of being filled so completely overwhelming his mind, the powerful musk enhancing his pleasure, the alcohol putting him over the edge as he came continuously, firing off from his relatively small cock as his stretched hips vibrated around the knot plugging him up.

Chesley rolled over, ignoring the desperate wriggles and gurgles from below, and got himself properly to his feet. He grinned at the mess he left on the floor. The wolfbird wriggled and rippled around his huge maleness even more tightly than Chesley could have hoped, and the big Newfie wore a goofy grin as he straightened his cap, checked the buttons of his shirt, and turned towards the door. His huge cock shifted and flexed, though the enormous taur's long and silky black belly fur hid most of the wolfbird's body, save for his rounded belly and draping arms and legs. The taur leaned his upper torso back and grabbed at Luvian's legs, hooking them up around the base of his immense nuts, hiding the from view, then did the same with the wolfbird's arms by tucking them behind his back so that they were pinned by the stretch of his long underbelly.

Chesley grinned as he opened the door to the office, peeked both ways down the hall, and trotted out, each bounce leaving splotches of thick white cum behind him, accompanied by gurgling groans muffled by his oversized canine body. He headed back to the main party area and grinned as he settled down into one corner where he could keep an eye on things. The wolfbird disappeared beneath the jumble of the taur's legs and belly, squashed and discreet save for the puddles.

Chesley's tongue draped over his lips as he felt another shuddering orgasm ripple along his length. Around the cubicles of the department, the partygoers were finding their second wind, and the other two Securitaurs were in the middle of a group on their backsides receiving group pettings - and more. Chesley grinned as he watched his two smaller compatriots enjoy one of the perks of being a SynTech security guard, and squished his massive balls down, getting a nice firm clench in response from the wolfbird beneath him.

"I'll be able to drop you off in the morning, cutie," Chesley said. "But it probably won't go down until lunchtime..."

From underneath the taur, another clench, followed by an audible BLORT.

"...make that dinnertime."

The end