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'Making a Mess', by Thaddeus Thaddeus (Inkbunny Thaddeus888 (SoFurry), a commission forLen(Endromida)

Len scrubbed the black tiled back-splash over the counter, where a spot of yellowing, congealed cum had gone unnoticed during last nights cam show special's clean-up. It clung angrily to the edge of the grout, blending except for the infinitesimal bit that overlapped the tile, and he hoped that it could be removed after being allowed to dry. But it was resolved to remain in place come hell or high water, and he threw down his cleaning supplies in disgust, ducked under the counter, and reevaluated his choice of chemical warfare.

"Let us see you resist this, you little blob of fuck juice!" he hissed, reemerging with a Magic Eraser and Bleach.

It dissolved under the renewed onslaught. "Take that, you little shit!" he crowed, throwing the magic eraser into the sink. "Now, I need food!"

"What a coincidence! I was just coming to get some breakfast myself!" Len started and about-faced to the hulking, orange furred and black striped mass of Shelby looming predatorily over him by more than a head and shoulders.

"Oh Christ, you scared me!" Len said, grabbing his chest and leaning back against the counter.

"Sorry Len." She stepped closer. "Now, you gonna give me breakfast or not?"

"Uh, yeah, lemme-"

Len turned to the cupboard for a bowl, but Shelby grabbed him by the wrists and lifted him to her shoulders. He narrowly avoided banging his head against the ceiling, but he couldn't stop the grating of his back, ears, and tail against the popcorned surface.

"What I want to eat this morning isn't _in_a box." Shelby mumbled into his crotch as she slammed his butt into the cupboards. "What I want _is_the box. Your fox box." Hot breath blew across his pussy, juices flowed, and when her broad, rough, feline tongue dragged across the lips of his cunt, it sent shivers up his spine.

His mind became profane pudding of pleasure and responsibilities; grocery lists, chores, places he had to go, his cam show, the cleanliness of his counter top, and hunger melted into a muddled stew with a stick of lust butter as that enthrallingly textured tongue drilled into his vaginal canal. He couldn't resist the unique pleasures of her mouth, and he convulsed, his whole body contracting, as if being drawn into itself, throbbing in time with the relentless probing.

"It's not even eight, guys, come on," Trey said, walking into the kitchen, and searching the cabinets. "Can you move? I need to eat before I can run to the base. The mess hall is closed for repairs still." His white and black striped hand reached past Len's face to rummage in the cupboard with all the fluid, cat-like grace that Shelby's hulking body never displayed. Len wanted to invite him to join, but he couldn't respond even if he wanted to. Even his best attempts were barely distinguishable from moans.

There were further exchanges between Shelby and Trey, but Len gave up on trying to listen and participate, and focused instead on the intermittent sensations of an empty pussy, and the cold cabinet on his butt while he tried to catch his breath. He couldn't even do that, as Shelby continued to rub his clit aggressively while she spoke with their other roommate.

Vaguely, he heard Trey say good-bye, and he flung his arm out in a wave in the general direction of the door. Shelby returned to eating him out with gusto, and together, made a new mess on the clean counter.

"Mm, that was tasty. Here, I have some breakfast for you too. Open wide!"

Len focused on her swollen, red, knotted cock. A mere inch from the tip of his muzzle, it leaked like a faulty drip feeder over his chest. It pulsed with her heartbeat, one drop to each, bouncing up and down a fraction of an inch. This close, it was hard to see anything else.

Shelby grabbed his muzzle in her strong hands, and pried Len's unresistant muzzle open with her thumb. She jammed his mouth over her enormous cock, the slick red flesh gliding without effort into his willing face hole, and both welcomed it.

Taking some control back, Len aimed to take Shelby's knot, but the tip hit the back of his throat poorly as it passed deeper in, and he suppressed a gag. Undeterred, he adjusted his angle, and swallowed it whole again, taking it all the way to the top of her knot, kissing it with his nose, and began sucking it like a baby bottle.

"You keep that up, and I'll give you a BIG breakfast."

Len felt her hand tighten in his hair and push him down further, and his lips spread to take part of her swelling knot. It was too big for him, and he struggled against her hand to ease the burden on his jaw, and to breathe. "Oh yeah... BIG big breakfast!"

She was too strong for him, so Len sucked harder, and squeezed with all the strength in his throat on the turgid flesh. He swallowed, licked, and sucked until an almighty throb that stretched his esophagus tight made him tear up, and fresh hot seed squirted down his throat. It was impossible to swallow it all, and the heat and swell of her semen rose higher and higher, then gushed out of his muzzle, staining his cleaning shirt and pouring over the cabinets. Mentally, he added laundry and re-added kitchen clean-up to the list of chores for the day, and wondered how he would ever find the time to make dinner that evening.

Fresh and clean, Len stepped from the shower an hour later, having re-cleaned the kitchen, and satisfied with his belly full of warm cum. He dried, and went through the list of things he needed to do today. The laundry he could start on his way out the door, and upon entering his room, tossed the wet towel into the hamper, where it landed atop a pile of semen stained clothes. He needed to run to the mall too. His headset was wearing out, and he was growing bored of the games he had. If he was quick, he might run into Alex on his break, and they could get a lunch and fuck while he was there.

But what to wear, he wondered, opening his wardrobe. Should he go nude? Or fully clothed? Or somewhere in between? He dithered among his shirts and pants, examining plain and lacy panties, and finally settled on the singular selection of a blue tee that matched his dyed hair tips and eyes. Its stylized black lettering proclaimed him a cum dump, and he felt that today, that's exactly what he would be. He forwent leg and underwear, then went and threw in the dirty clothes in for the washing, and left the apartment to catch the bus to the city center.

Down the hall Len strutted, bushy tail held aloft, and entered into the third floor elevator with several others, a few of whom looked disdainfully upon the half nude fox, or averted their eyes, or even muttered insults under their breaths. A few looked on more appreciatively, pinching his butt playfully, or whispering invitations to their apartments later. Tempting offers all, but he was busy now. In the corner, a young boy stared, and his father snickered. He didn't care though. It felt too nice to be free- the attention was wonderful, the breeze pleasant, and he pitied the prudes their self-imposed cloth prisons. Upon exiting to the lobby of the apartment building, a hand grabbed his tail, but he was too slow to see who did it. It didn't matter though; the thought of a stranger touching was all it took to make him wet, and he frankly didn't care who knew about it.

Taking the 218 to downtown went as expected; the crowd was well used to his presence, and he was propositioned by several, which he was sorely tempted to accept. The majority however, ignored with varying degrees of success and exasperation, him and the casual frotting with strange men that occurred before their incredulous eyes. A muscly roan stallion in tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination, and a newly recurring sight on the bus and easily his favorite and most readily recognized fellow traveler came aboard and joined the fun. Len enjoyed letting him rub the wide, flat head of his dick over his pussy until streaks of slippery precum ran in rivulets over the lips of his cunt. He wanted more, but his stop was fast approaching, so had to turn away his propositions again, and content himself with fingering some of the pre into his twat in the last few seconds he had.

"But," Len said, reconsidering as he turned in hopes of a long shot, "If you're on the bus on my way home... Perhaps we could get off a stop early and do a little something something this time?"

"Aren't you afraid this thing will break you?" the stallion laughed

"Oh it will. But I want you to break me." With a graceful caress of his cock with his bushy tail and a coy smile thrown over his shoulder, Len disembarked, dripping excitement and stallion pre as he exited, and walked up the hill to his destination. He walked with a wide stance, elevated tail, and swung his wide, cub bearing hips with every step, turning heads the whole way up.

At the pinnacle of the hill, at the center of a crown of trees and asphalt parking lots that spanned several acres, the edifice of concrete and glass stood. Four stories tall, and larger than a football field, the mall was easily the most impressive and one of the largest non-skyscraper buildings in the city. It even had a park inside, with a small garden full of flowers and a few clumps of real, full grown trees. Thinking of all the times that he and his twin, or some random passing guy had taken him there jump-started his libido again, and it was a wonder that Len didn't leave a puddle in the malls' vestibule while he waited for a large group of shoppers to egress.

"Fucking cuntboys," one of their number said, as they passed by to another. "Never decent in public."

"Yeah," came a reply from behind a pile of boxes held between outstretched hands. "Who want's a knock off chick, anyways? Real pussy is better."

A soft murmur of ascent echoed through the room, but Len reveled in it, massaging the drying fluids into his crotch and spreading his cunt open for them to see. They were all just jealous they couldn't get laid as often as he did. And what was his junk to them anyway? It's not like they were going to put it good use, if they even knew how. Affecting an air of superiority that nevertheless fell a little flat as each passed him and his presented pussy by, he slipped into the building proper as soon as the last one cleared the door.

The grand arcade greeted Len, sprawling to the left, right, and center. Smaller shops marched off along the sides, while the center was crowded with vending carts. Benches, statuary, shrubbery and furs clustered around the carts, and a central fountain. The tinkle of splashing water rippled through the warm, moist air, complimenting and being washed away by the droning hubbub of conversation from furs puddled together in a handful of groups, snatches of each reaching his ears, then sinking under a roaring laugh or the next wave of conversation. High above him it all rose, layer upon layer, floor after floor of it, rising in tiers of balconies teeming with yet more furs shopping and talking and idling among well known icons of excess. It filled him with energy and want. This was his scene, and he set off into the crowd to get his fill of it.

Two floors up and on the far side of the mall was a little out of the way game shop. It was cute and unassuming, but it always had good selection and the newest games and consoles, even when other stores had long since sold out. But that wasn't the only reason Len frequented the store. Alex was the manager. Len left the flow of jeering, ass grabbing, and tail pulling foot-traffic behind for the side alley, and entered into the shop.

Bing-bong! Announced the electronic door upon his arrival to a short, awkward equine teen playing on his phone at the desk.

"Oh, uh, h-hey, Len. I-it looks like you forgot to p-put on p-pants again." the attendant said, looking up, then averting his eyes.

"That would imply I meant to put them on in the first place, Gregg." Len meandered his way through the racks of games and computer accessories towards him.

"You d-do this just to mess with me, d-don't you?"

"Sometimes."

"R-righty-o. So, what c-can I get for you?"

"A good dicking."

"Y-you know I won't, I won't d-do... We d-don't sell d-d-dickings here." he finished, face flaming, biting his lip and shifting from side to side.

"Fffffffine... You got any good new shoot'em ups in stock? I finished the last Call of Duty a few days ago, and could use a new challenge." Len leaned over the desk, peering into the game case behind Gregg.

"Well, let me see..." he said, looking off into the distance, as if perusing a catalog of games in his head. "Nothing T-triple A right now, but, uh, there is this nice rogue-lite from an indie c-company that's pretty, uh, cool. There is a gun in it, but it offers a variety of weapons. Could try that one. Greek pantheon themed, p-premise of trying to escape hell."

"It sounds good. How much?"

"I-it's thirty-five new, or uh, twenty bucks used."

"Used?"

"N-not like, uh, not like that, Len."

"Alright, I'll try it out, and I'll take a new copy. I also need a pair of headphones, and if Alex is free, then I wouldn't mind seeing him."

"S-sure. Skullcandy as usual? Or d-do you want to try out our new B-Bose? Got them in yesterday, have uh, have a good d-deal on them."

"The usual, please. You know the normal pitches won't work on me." Gregg nodded

"Alex just got off b-break. B-but you know, uh, you know where to find him if you wanna s-say hi. Also, if you f-f uh, do it, please for the love of guh-god keep it d-down. Your moaning s-scares the customers, and it m-makes me uh-uncomfortable." Gregg turned and opened the case behind him, and placed the game on the counter with the ear buds, doing his best to not turn back to face Len until his ears stopped burning.

"I'll think about it, but no promises until you give me the fucking you know I deserve."

"You're s-such an obnoxious t-t-twat, you uh, know that, r-right?"

"You bet that sweet cock of yours I am, and it's just for you!" Len stuck his tongue out, swiped his card, took the bag with his stuff in it from Gregg, and strutted off, holding his tail up extra high.

"D-door into the uh, back is unlocked, d-do us a favor and l-lock it behind you when you go in?"

"Sure thing."

Len opened the featureless, gray painted door, slipped inside, and shut it with a snap. The darkness in the back hall was thick, cool and moist, like a still damp air dried blanket taken in on a too cold morning. Only a thin strip of light beneath the two other doors alleviated the darkness. He crossed to the opposite door, anticipating what was coming to him. There was barely enough space for the desk, computer, and filing cabinet that were in there, let alone its sole occupant. The coat rack on the back of the door was thankfully empty, and there was room enough for him to enter and stand behind his twin.

"Giving Gregg grief again, bro?" Alex asked, head bent over the keyboard, and typing.

"Of course! If only he'd give me that fat dick of his, and then I'd leave him alone."

"Liar. Once you get a taste of dick, especially a big one like his, you're ten times as bad. I should know. After our first time, you've never been able to get enough."

"...Yeah, you got me."

"He's also gay."

"I'm a guy!"

"You know what I mean. Now shut up a sec, I'm busy."

Len shifted from foot to foot while he waited, growing bored. He avoided looking at the many clocks; it already felt like it was taking forever. It was a shame, he thought, that he didn't have his phone on him. Then he could at least look at porn while he waited.

Alex turned on him like lightening, startling Len out of his idle thoughts. He took a step back, trapping himself against the door, and his heart jumped up into his throat. His brothers pants were already unzipped, and the tip of his enormous throbbing cock peaked out from its sheath, nestled between the open leaves of his fly like a snake waiting to strike from the mast.

"What's the matter, Len? I know as well as you do the only reason you come and bother me at work is for lunch. Now eat up!" Alex leaned forward, and forced him onto his knees before his swelling prick.

He nuzzled at it, mesmerized, horny for his brothers sweet salami. Len suckled on the protruding tip, stomach growling, intent on enjoying his savory taste and musky scent. That was until the full force of Alex's hand came down on the back of his head, and at the same time, he bucked forward into his throat, unsheathing the entire foot of vulpine cock right into his gullet. He choked on it, gagged, but Len couldn't get enough of it, or get away from it if he wanted to, and he suckled harder, lavishing it with all his need for it. If only his muzzle wasn't full, he'd beg him to throat-fuck him harder.

A moment of fear gripped Len when he felt his brother's colossal knot begin to swell a minute later. It was always a scary, painful experience when it was allowed to get fully engorged in his muzzle no matter how many times it happened, often causing him to pass out, but he kept slurping on it; he was hungry and horny and didn't care because of it, nor had Alex told him to stop. Just when he was resigned to being stuck, Alex yanked him off his dick.

"Not this time. I can't work with an unconscious, horny brat of a twin dangling muzzle first off my cock. Now turn around, bitch. It's time I bred that pussy of yours good and hard. It doesn't look like it's been given a proper fucking yet, and you haven't been pregnant for much too long."

Scrambling to his feet, Len did as told, maneuvering around Alex so that he could lean over the desk. There were a great many accidental swats of tails, and his brother grabbed his twat and pinched his clit mercilessly as they jockeyed for position in the tiny space. By the time that he was in position, his button was hot, throbbing, and a swollen, angry red, and it tingled and ached equally, both demanding and abhorring further abuse. His thighs were a mess too. Each pinch made him drip like a faucet and it seeped into the fur on either side, slicking and matting the fur between his legs half way to the knees. Every move made a sticky noise, and when they stopped moving they could both hear the drops of his juices softly pattering onto the carpet in twos and threes. It hadn't even started yet, and room already stank of sex.

"You insatiable slut! Beg me for it, or I'll duct tape your furry cunt shut without filling it and still make you clean the carpet."

"Please, give it to me Alex! Don't tease!" He thrust his butt back, grinding against the hot, slick meat.

"I'm sorry, what? I didn't hear you." Mauling his clit himself in the absence of Alex's aggressive touch, Len nearly came as he begged.

"BREED ME LIKE MAKING KITS IS ALL I'M GOOD FOR!"

"That's more like it!" His brother gripped his hair and forced Len to look awkwardly into his eyes, but Alex didn't make any effort to stuff it in him.

Len tried to speak, but the angle crushed his windpipe. A few strained, choked syllables managed to pass his kinked vocal chords. Alex meanwhile, meandered his monster dick down his crack, then slammed it up to the knot in a single, eye widening, twat stretching thrust. He screamed in surprise, pain and ecstasy- pain because he was not warmed up and the sound tore at his throat, and ecstasy for the sheer, blind pleasure of being filled to the brim. His poor cootch strained to contain his girth, and the tip jabbed right into his cervix. Heavy contractions wracked his body, vagina trying from the start to fill itself with virile, incestuous seed.

Whimpering, tearing, squeezing, and begging without restraint, Len took Alex's relentless pounding. Something about the brutal, careless way that he bred him, the deep intimacy that they shared, and the fact that he was fucking him raw made him quake from ears, to tail, to toes. Every time one orgasm died down, that thick spear would jab just right, or he'd think about getting pregnant, and a new wave of intense contractions would grip him.

Not soon enough, he felt the familiar stretching, the widening of his twat, as Alex began shoving the fist sized knob of flesh that was his knot inside. It was just like him to wait until it was fully swollen before forcing it in, using it to further abuse him. Len bore down and pushed back with all of his strength, and it popped in, head pushing right into his womb, then gripped it with all the strength of his abdominal muscles. His nerves were frayed and strained, and he wondered what number orgasm was next, but in the lull of the last, he found he didn't care; he only craved the next.

"Ah, fuck!" Alex grunted, as he dug his fingers into Len's side, tugging his fur painfully and scratching his sensitive skin.

Len could feel him push deeper into his uterus, each millimeter an exquisite suite of sensation, and the very tip brushed the back wall of his womb. He could feel it coming, the throbbing getting more intense. His brother tried to pull back, but he held him firmly in place with the strength of his vaginal muscles alone. He knew he'd pay for it the next time they fucked, but he was okay with that. As the very first rope sprayed into the back wall of his bastion, he shuddered with every fiber of his being. There was so much, it felt like he was peeing in him more than cumming, overflowing him, and spraying around the distended lips of his labia, forced in viscus jets by the voluminous release and his own orgasmic spasming.

He couldn't keep it together anymore, and collapsed in a moaning heap on the desk. The monitor was shoved to the side, legs no longer able to support him as a new orgasm overtook the previous. Even more shamefully, his bladder relaxed, and he pissed all over his brother and the carpet.

"Oh, god, Len. That's pathetic!" Alex said, tugging on Len's tail, and tearing his knot from his abused pussy. "But it's just what I expect from a useless slut like you."

A tidal wave of seed gushed to the floor, mixing together into a slurry of semen and urine. The bitter and acrid scents of sex and piss assaulted his nose. Len hadn't realized the tightness in his abdomen under the rigorous pounding and the nonstop orgasms, but now that it was released, and the pounding halted, he sighed contentedly. But it was not a thing he was left to enjoy unmolested. Alex spread his pussy open with his thumbs, and jammed his dick in again, slamming his knot inside. Len screeched, not ready for the reinsertion. The head of his twin's dick hit the back of his uterus, and it knocked the wind from him. He whined like a bitch as the knot was yanked from his quivering folds, and slammed in a second time, then again and again. Another orgasm wracked his body, and weakly, he spread his legs to accommodate the knot-fucking, which dominated his world.

The lips of his cunt went numb, then his butt, then thighs and base of the tail. Len tried to clench, but he no longer could. Soreness settled into his abdomen. He wanted more, oh god he wanted more, but it was already more than he could take. His knees and elbow burned from the strain. He passed out.

When Len came to, he was laying on the floor of the small office. The lights were off, and only the soft blue glow of the computer on the desk above emitted any light. Either he or the chair had been maneuvered to let them both fit underneath, and he strongly suspected it was he, shoved under by Alex so he would have room to work. The position was uncomfortable. An unpleasant burning tingle had spread throughout his thighs, crotch, and belly while he was unconscious, and when he rolled from his side to his back, he felt like he was made of jello from his navel to his ankles. The motion opened his gummed up pussy, and he hissed in the darkness, then cooed as a soothing wave of warm semen trickled over his tormented folds. It was always deeply fulfilling to be so completely used, and he hoped in the process that Alex had knocked him up again.

Several long, uncomfortable minutes passed while the burn subsided before attempting to put his hand to his pussy. There was a tearing sound, and pain blossomed in his forearm as fur was torn out at the root. He gritted his teeth; his arm had fallen into and lain in the drying puddle of cum and piss. He pushed it out of his mind, and explored his twat. It was very sore, and very sloppy, just the way he liked it. He wished he had a plug of some kind handy to keep it all in, but such was the drawback of not wearing pants- one simply had no room to carry along such important items. Sighing, Len crawled from under the desk, and rose shakily to his knees, cursing his protesting muscles. On it, there was a roll of paper towels and a spray bottle.

A long while later, Len staggered out of the back room, much his strength and feeling returned to his legs. In spite of having cleaned himself up enough to be presentable once more, semen still dripped from his folds. The door closing behind him startled Gregg, who lost his train of thought with a bat and both looked at him.

"Hi" Len waved.

"H-hello again, uh, Len." Gregg stammered.

"What the fuck?" the customer asked, glaring at him. "Where are your pants?"

"I didn't wear any."

"D-don't worry about him, uh sir. T-they were j-just leaving."

The customer looked back and forth between them while Gregg frantically tried to give Len a significant look.

"Do you people really employ fake men here? Next you're going to tell me that you employ fake women and hermaphrodites too! How utterly indecent! I won't do business here if that's the case!"

Len strutted forward, trying not to stumble in the process, right up to the customer and put a hand on him. His knees were weak, but there was nothing wrong with his grip, and it was like steel on the unsuspecting bats' shoulder. "I'd break you in half for that, were I not recovering from having my brains fucked out. People like you aren't worth the time it would take anyway. Gregg, I'm going to get lunch. Tell Alex I said thanks when he gets back."

"Oh, uh... um, o-okay, L-Len."

The door beeped behind him, and he escaped into the flow of traffic. The bustle around him brought new life to him, but the smell of food from the court below awakened such a hunger in him that could not be fed from between his legs that a passerby stopped to ask if he was alright. Len waved them on, and he made for the nearest lift. He was grateful for the seats outside it while he waited for the overburdened thing to make its way to his floor and disgorge its busy, disgruntled, or ecstatic passengers, and squeezed himself into the claustrophobic space among the others. There were no seats in here, and the blasted thing went back up first, jiggling back and forth as energetic cubs fidgeted and fought, and their tired parents slothfully tried to restrain them, before descending, agonizingly slow, to the bottom floor, but only after malevolently stopping at each other one going both ways.

The wait, then each and every step after was a minor ordeal, but Len was drawn onward by the myriad scents of burgers and fries towards the only destination that promised to satisfy his other, more traditional needs. It was not far once on the first floor of the mall, and he was vastly grateful to the owners for the central placement of the canteen. It opened before him, a vast round space that occupied the better part of the buildings' width. Shops ended with curving walls, and in concentric circles around the perimeter planters of flowering shrubs with private seating for groups or pairs, with a circle of pillars supporting a vast glass dome that let the hot sun into the enormous space, giving the people below a taste of real sunlight. In the center, a large round building with many serving windows, a series of glorified hot-dog and burger stands were fitted together like brightly colored pie wedges. Furs stood in files, ten deep to a line around it, awaiting their chance at the cheap, greasy, and utterly delectable food produced from within. The shouts of a hundred furs beat on his ears, and the whirling motion of so many milling about was disorienting.

There was no particular desire for burgers and fries over chicken nuggets or whatever other meal was offered, so Len joined a line chosen for its shortness, and not, as he tried to tell himself, for the vaguely pornographic foot long dogs advertised all over the front. In short order, he sat to rest his weary legs and eat. Every bite exploded with flavor in his muzzle. Grease dripped between his teeth and ketchup stained his lips red like blood.

Satisfied at both ends, Len remained slouched in his seat and enjoyed the chaos around him, spying on others like himself waltzing topless, bottomless, or even completely in the buff. And best of all, from where he sat, he could see a couple where one was jerking off his partners sizable cock under the table. Oh how his loins quivered, thinking of sidling on over and join in the fun, but a finger idly tracing his vulva reminded him of his soreness, and that it might not be a good idea to join just yet. In any event, the show was fun in and of itself, and after eating such gloriously poor fair, he was not inclined to move until it had settled somewhat. Instead, he massaged his clitoral hood and contented himself with imagining getting double penetrated by them at their table. As if all that had not been sufficient incentive to stay put, he spotted Alex weaving his way through the crowd, to slide into the seat next to him with an L.L Bean bag. Any interest in the goings on at the other table waned in favor of what had been brought to him.

"I'm glad you're still here."

"Yep. Just finished eating. Now I'm just watching that couple over there." Len pushed the tray out of the way, and pointed out the shenanigans.

"Ooh, hot. I'm surprised you're not over there getting a slice of the action."

"I would be, but you have a habit of wrecking my cunt. It's going to be at least twenty more minutes before I can take another fucking."

"Oh, is that all?" Alex reached under the table, and jammed a finger inside Len's cum slicked twat.

"Oh! Ooh god, Alex, please!" Len tried to cross his legs and push him away.

"Oh, wow, you really are sensitive right now..."

"Please, Alex, I want it, but I can't take it right noo-ooohh."

"Alright, alright. It's not what I came down here for anyways. I need to run back to work, not waste time."

"Does it have to do with what's in the bag?"

"It does, actually. You see, I was hoping to catch you before you woke up and left, but I got held up at the store."

"I was cleaning the floor for half an hour before I left, and I don't know how long I was out."

"It was a really long line, alright? But that's not what's important. No, what's important is that I have a little gift for you. Something for you to wear."

"Something for me? That's so thoughtful! You never get me gifts! Except... to... Oh. Oh no."

"Oh yes. I have here a pair of panties and sweat pants, and you're going to wear them, all the way home, unless you want to be punished."

"But, but..."

"No butts. Put them on, right now, or so help me I'll fuck you into a coma and leave you here in another puddle of cum and piss in public." Fire blossomed between Len's legs and raged across his cheeks and ears, and his birth canal contracted in an uncomfortable mini-orgasm just thinking about it, and his needy moan turned the heads of a mother and her young daughter as they passed.

"But it isn't an option. Put them on. Now." Len flushed, and he stood, took the bag, and pulled out the two articles of clothing therein.

The larger article was a pair of ugly gray sweat pants with no pockets. It was cheaply made and the color reminded him of the static on their grandmothers' ancient analogue TV. The other item, a pair of gaudy, pink, and overly frilly pair of panties, looked as if its purpose in existing was causing its wearer misery. He could feel it camel-toeing painfully already, and the sequins would chafe through his fur for sure.

"But why?"

"Because it will bother you, and that will please me. But I'm sure that you'll find no shortage of ways to make these into a fun exercise rather than the sexually frustrating inconvenience that I intend them to be."

Stoically squatting to put on the panties, a squirt of thick, warm cum splattered past his lips and on to the sparkling tile floor, and the black pant legs of a passing businessman. The gentleman cussed him out and moved on, while Len stopped the wave of dripping semen with the thick cotton of the fabric prison being forced over his beautiful parts. At least, he reflected, it wasn't a chastity belt. Never again.

He stood, and Alex watched him, chuckling, eyes gleaming, and a hand in his pants. Len made no show of putting it on for him, knowing that his twin was expecting one. This was a game he cold play too, and he was very good at it, when he wanted to be. It was all about the subversion of expectations, and subvert them he did, pulling them on without flourish, even though his every nerve demanded he show off to the limits of his capability. His brother was clearly not amused with the total lack, but dared not make a scene.

Eyes lit with fiery excitement, Len shivered with anticipation of the severity of his next pounding as Alex rose irritably, and spanked him once hard enough to make him yelp and went off to work. He returned to his seat, ignoring all the people looking at him, and looked to where the couple had been fooling around, and saw that they had finished their funny business and left, only a pair of plastic trays, and the gentle drip of cooling jizz from the underside of the table to the floor. Now irritable himself, he rose again, and thinking of Trey, went back into line to pick him up a nice hamburger. It would be a nice thing to drop in on him with some lunch.

A long and uncomfortable walk with a rest at damn near every bench later, Len arrived at the bus stop with his surprise package for Trey wrapped in the bag left by Alex. The panties were doing exactly as he had expected, and now chaffed at his tender vagina with every step. He was perpetually adjusting, plucking at the ugly sweats from inside and out, and it drew almost as many eyes as when he was naked. A game was made of it, to see how many men or dick girls he could make hard in his way. Not all, as he had hoped, but a respectable number nonetheless, so far as he was concerned, and each prude sent huffing in the opposite direction was an acceptable consolation prize.

When the bus pulled up and he entered onto it, he smeared his cum streaked effeminate juices along the hand railing, to the disproving glare of the driver. It could not be helped. Len shrugged apologetically, and then took up a position holding a pole near the back. The game resumed, and soon all but a couple of the men around him were horny, and a few were openly masturbating to him playing with his peach.

That monster of a stallion from that morning, who would if compared to Shelby, would have stood almost a head over her approached. He had been watching, and among the few that had been openly playing with himself to the erotic displays. It was no surprise really. Len had been paying special attention to him. His cock was as long and thick as his arm. The flair was as big as Shelby's knot.

"I'm not sure I can fit this. Gods help me I want it in me, but I'm not sure it's in my limits. This thing might kill me." Len said to him, lifting the head to his lips, and giving the pre dripping hole a loving tongue kiss.

"Ah, but you see, now that you've gotten me so hard, there must be something you can do about this. I don't think it can wait until later." he replied.

"I don't know. I could jerk it for you, but you'd do a better job I think. My hands... they're too small for this." He gripped the shaft, and his fingers barely met around the middle.

"I think those hands will do splendidly."

"If you think so, then I have an idea."

Len adjusted his grip on the monster cock, guiding it with one hand into his sweat pants and panties. The head of his dick was held in firmly by the hem, keeping the pre slicked, burning hot cock head against his labia. Taking a wider stance, the gentle curve of it exerted enough force to spread him, causing it to grinding against his clit. He wrapped his hands around the colossal shaft, and ground against it.

The stallion groaned, and humped furiously into Len's clothes and wet, silky crotch, jamming the massive flair against his pussy. It throbbed visibly, and then exploded. It happened too quickly for him to climax, but the steaming hot seed flooding against his sore cunt was heavenly, and it soaked through his clothes in seconds. The seed gushed its way between his legs and made a mess of his ass, some of it even forcing its way in between his vaginal lips.

"Well that was a little disappointing," Len said to the stallion, the giant cock already shriveling away to nothing. "Couldn't have held out a little bit longer there champ?"

"I couldn't help it. You've had me on edge since this morning. And those hands are magic. Where did you even learn to touch a man like that?"

"Wouldn't you like to know? Now go take a seat, you're holding up the line."

"Holding up th...?" He turned to see others had lined up behind him, cocks in hand. The stallion shook his head and went to his seat.

"Step right up. Professional cum disposal at your service!" Len called to the first in the line.

A lion in his late teens or early twenties approached with barbed dick in hand, already jerking furiously. It brought Len no end of fascination the way those rubbery nubs flexed and throbbed as they were passed over, and the second of many loads was deposited into his panties. The fresh seed joined the pool, bringing fresh warmth. With seed still dripping from his cock, a feisty middle-aged kangaroo muscled him out of the way, and added his virile seed to the growing pool.

Len's hand dove into the mess and played with it, using it to masturbate as the next, a bear, stepped up and deposited his baby batter into the bowl formed by holding the sweat pants open. The seething bath of seed was silky smooth, and let his fingers slid effortlessly in and out of his pussy, and the next in line, a badger, lost his load to the erotic display, spilling his cum on the floor to the laughter of the furs around him. He irritably took his seat, making way for the next. The line of furs never seemed to end; more joined at every stop, and a few returned for seconds and thirds, leaving load after load of sperm in his clothes, until it seeped down his legs and puddled on the floor of the bus. He imagined with each fresh deposit that he could feel them swimming around, searching for his his entrance and going for the goal. Still more came, and he reveled in the sloppiness, until his stop was announced and put a depressing halt to the fun. He put out a hand to stop the next up, the bear who had been third in line, returned to relieve himself for the third time since.

"Sorry handsome, but this is my stop."

Getting into the base where Trey worked was always hassle, and being covered in the jizz of a dozen or more furs didn't help. It disappointed Len that he couldn't just bribe the guards with the best lay of their lives, but to be fair, he thought, it would've been even more disappointing if he could. Nevertheless, it was a significant source of amusement watching them grimace and affect disdain as they patted him down and compulsively wiped their hands with moist towelettes between pats. After which, they called ahead to confirm that he was expected, then opened the gate and waved him through.

"Mind your place, whore." One of the guards called as he strutted off, "And maybe clean up between clients next time!" But Len ignored him, and cut though the trees on the left to a side path. It was to his limited knowledge the most serene place in the whole base outside of Trey's bed. Surrounded by pine and oak, a couple of picnic tables for off-duty officers were scattered about, hidden from the view of the austere concrete structures and omnipresent voices of drill sergeants and trucks. Today, it was unusually quiet, but after all the hustle and bustle of the mall and the bus, it was a welcome change as he walked.

The seed, cool and stale, began pulling at his fur as it seeped into his clothes and crusted over. His pants grew stiff, the panties became glued to his labia, and walking became painful. Silently, Len cursed how far in Trey's office was.

The side path eventually opened onto a wide busy lane with foot-traffic going in both directions; sergeants in perpetual haste one way, ensigns straggling behind squads doing laps going the other, and officers with their noses buried in paperwork as they ran to the next training session or meeting with a superior and various contractors going both. Through the bustle, on the far side, an army surplus store stood, and beyond that, a series of large fields with a cluster of drab, gray buildings beyond that. Barracks he always assumed, what with the constant stream of fresh faces hustling between them and the adjacent greens.

At the first intersection, Len turned left, and walked a mile, ignoring the occasional catcalls, jeers, and bigoted remarks from soldiers and contractors he passed. He wanted to show off, prove how little he cared about their rude remarks, fly in their conservative ways, but his heart just wasn't in it, what with what felt like a microcosm of pinching things on his crotch as the cum continued to dry. He settled on giving them all the finger, and staunchly refused to learn any lesson from his predicament.

It was with great relief that he saw his destination ahead, the third in a series of yet another series of identical, drab gray buildings distinguished only by virtue of being taller and less frequented by fresh-faced youths. He dashed to the door, and pounded the button to announce to security his presence. It buzzed, and a disgruntled officer at a desk directed him dourly to the third floor. Len ignored her; he knew where to go, and jumped into the elevator. He was greeted with a hug right out of the door.

"Len! What are you doing here? When the front gate called I was so surprised I almost turned you away! And good god, you're absolutely covered in cum. What the hell?"

"What?"

"You're covered in cum!"

"What?" Len asked again, pulling his shirt out and examining it. "How is this surprising?"

"Gah! Go take a shower. I'll see if I can't clean these somehow. I'll be home late for this, I hope you'll know."

"Aw, but-"

"Go." Trey pointed towards the private quarters attached to his office. Len handed him the food that he brought, then went, stripping as he did, being an incorrigible tease the whole way in an attempt to lure Trey to join. It might've worked had the dried semen not kept pulling tufts of fur and pinching skin, making him wince and say ow with every pose. But even minus his presence in the shower, he was grateful for the soothing hot water, and even the harsh soap that cleaned away all the accumulated cum.

Clean, fresh eyed and relaxed, he stepped from the shower cubical, clean and drying, and strutted butt naked from the spartan bathroom and into Trey's equally sparse office. He saw him there, sitting, head down, burger half eaten in the off hand, and a pen in the other, drafting a report. Len leaned against the door frame and watched him work, taking a simple enjoyment from the scratching of the pen, the fluid way it moved across the page, and absentminded bites of burger.

"Ahem."

Trey looked up, and saw him standing there, fingers caressing his labia. "Uh, hey. You're clothes aren't dry yet."

"I didn't think they would be. It's been twenty minutes. Maybe we can find a better way to pass the time?"

"Um, I'm not finished with my re-"

"Just fuck me already. Please?"

"I- uh... Okay. I'll be right behind you." Trey looked back down at his report and resumed writing.

"I know what that means, Trey." Len came up to his side and laid a hand on his shoulder. His pussy was right at shoulder level, and he abused the advantage, spreading open his lower lips to reveal the fresh, clean pinkness of his folds. The visible shudder that ran through his friend and roommate amused him. "Come on, you know you want to. You can finish that after. And my clothes might be dry by then, and I can leave you to your work then too..."

"Well, I suppose I can do that..." Trey laid his unfinished lunch on the desk and pushed away from it. Len made for the door.

Trey grabbed his hand, and pulled him back, his strength irresistible, to stand in front of him. Len attempted to straddle his legs, but he was rebuffed. He was obliged to remain standing as his roommate dived into his crotch.

"Your pussy smells good when it's clean, and tastes even better." The sappiness was sweet and made him giggle, but it deepened to a groan as the broad, rough tongue of his feline friend touched his perineum, and ran in one long, slow, smooth stroke to his clit. He stopped and lavished attention on it, tongue bathing and sucking on it. Len trembled and leaned forward, supporting himself with a hand on the back of the chair, but remained otherwise upright. A second lick and clit sucking, as long as the first came. Then a third, and a fourth, tongue slipping further inside each time as it passed over his vaginal opening and weakening his knees until he couldn't keep standing under his own power, and only Trey's strength, imparted through his grip on his hips kept him standing until he was done.

Trey smacked his lips, then pushed Len in the direction of the door. He was confused, but Trey came after him, and guided him into the tiny bedroom. The twin sized bed did not look comfortable, being only a glorified cot. But, he thought, it was serviceable enough for a good romp, and he let himself be guided onto his back over the rough fabric.

Trey knelt between his legs, put a hand to his cheek, and kissed him. It was such a sweet and tender kiss; they were nothing like the rough, lust-filled ones and the uncontrolled, often brutal rough-and-tumble fucks he usually sought after and received from Alex, Shelby, or strangers. It was wonderful, and it turned him on as much as being used as a fucktoy. He probed back, tongue wrestling with Trey.

His fingers scrabbled at Trey's fly while they made out. No matter how nice it was to have love made to him over getting used like a cheap ona hole, there was simply no replacement for a good dicking. His friend made a halfhearted attempt to delay by brushing his fingers aside, but it made no difference. Len's fingers were cock seeking missiles, and there was no defense.

Unbuttoned pants were blindly worked down to Trey's knees and skillfully shimmied off with his feet without ever breaking lip lock. But at length, Len grew bored of his kisses, and he broke the lip lock, and took Trey's large prick in his hands.

"Enough of that. Now stuff me like a Thanksgiving turkey!" Trey leveraged himself, putting space between them, and nodded, looking only mildly put off by the euphemism.

Len lifted and spread his legs for him, and his labia spread on its own, revealing all its secrets, and expressing the deep hunger he felt. Trey made to touch it, but he tightened his grip on his cock painfully

"No, not those! This!" and he waggled Trey's cock, then tugged it down to nestle in his crevasse. It squelched satisfactorily as it sank into his wetness.

Trey sighed, a combination of pleasure as softness engulfed his member, and exasperation at Len's neediness, and lack of patience. He might have teased him a little to spite him, but no such option was left to him while sinking to balls deep inside.

Len hooked his ankles around him, and pulled him closer, embedding the whole foot of dick into himself. The tip bumped into his cervix and Trey's exasperation evaporated, and he himself moaned like the whore he reveled in being. The soft start and long buildup had gotten him so wet that his pussy squelched as his hips mashed into his roommates'.

"Now fuck me, Trey!"

"Yes sir!" Trey jack-hammered Len's cunt carefully but relentlessly for a short time only before blowing a large, thick load. He would've been disappointed in him- he knew he could do better than that- but he forgave him; he was very pent up, and like a good boy, had deposited his seed right into his womb, where it belonged, and he imagined he could feel it mixing with that of Alex and Shelby, and all the strangers whose cum he had masturbated with from the bus. More than that though, even though the hot length of his cock slid out of his well used twat, it didn't disappear, but instead slid lower, and pressed into the tightness of his ass, disrupting his fantasy. He hadn't expected it, and he yowled as the cock stretched his anus and pushed deeper and deeper. The shock threw him into orgasm, his folds spasming on nothing, and pushing the freshly laid sperm out. It trickled down his crack and helped lubricate him.

"Oh, oh gosh, Trey!" Back arching, passage rippling and empty, Len stuffed a few fingers into his pussy to banish the horrid feeling, and bucked his hips hard, helping Trey in the last few inches. He clenched while he was drilled in the backdoor for the first time in days. They both came again, almost together, and wetness slicked their mashed genitals, messing the bed linens, and making such lewd noises as was music in the ears of mates.

"No, don't take it out! Leave it in!"

"You're never satisfied."

"No, I'm not. Fuck me again!"

"I really should get back to work."

"Come on, I bet my clothes aren't even dry yet. Please?"

"Grrr, Len, we just did it! Came twice!"

"Now make it three!" Len passed himself Trey's boxers with his foot, and used it to clean his dick. Trey hissed, the fabric rough and the treatment too harsh for his sensitive flesh.

"But-" But Len, brooking no argument, lined Trey up and shoved his cock back into his pussy, moaning as it penetrated his folds again.

"Alright, fine. But you owe me for this!" and Trey gave him everything he had.

When Len took a seat on the bus headed home, cleaner than before but leaking fresh seed, the sun had long since begun its journey back towards the horizon. It cast phallic shadows from buildings, statuary, and trees, and he had taken great delight in them as he mounted bus's steps. He couldn't sit comfortably on the seat after the unexpected anal, and shifted around, satisfied, sticky, and very fidgety. Anticipation of the next fuck kept him on edge. Soon, he settled, the soreness fading like it had from his thighs, and observed his fellow passengers.

He knew several of them- a few from earlier in the day, and they each eyed him hungrily. A few more from other days much like this one. A couple he knew from other places and times. His loins thirsted for them, quivered with desire, parched for their seed. It made looking anywhere other than at the magnificent tents they pitched for him as they thirsted likewise for his flesh difficult. He buried his hands into his clean sweats and awful sequined panties and he considered letting them do things to him while he waited and hoped. But the bus stopped, and who should appear but the roan stallion, who, spotting Len right away, grinned, made straight for him, and without preamble, plopped heavily next to him, knocked his hands away from his pants and took up masturbating him himself.

"So, where's your stop, sexy?"

Breath stolen away by his forwardness, swaggering confidence, manly scent, the two beefy fingers plunging into his depths, and the coy smile as he discovered his cunt was wet with the seed of another man like a true slut, had an enormously difficult time stringing any two syllables together. Len gave up trying to speak altogether, gripped his muscly arm, rocked his hips into those big fingers, and pointed unsteadily at the bulkhead that showed his stop. He leaned his head into the stallion's shoulder and huffed his heavy scent, and let everything except his probing digits fall away, and the regular orgasms he induced with them. They were so large, they were a stretch even after a whole day's use to when he added the third. His whorish moans turned heads, and he didn't give a flying fuck.

"My name's Rick, by the way. I don't think we've ever properly introduced ourselves." he chuckled, pulling his fingers free of Len's twat and standing some time later. "We've been rather too busy enjoying ourselves for that."

His knees shook from the stallion's ministrations, and his breath caught at the sudden, uncomfortable emptiness.

"I-I'm Len," he stammered as Rick lifted him from his seat, helping him down the isle and out into the cool evening air. He allowed himself to be pulled along the better part of a city block before he really got his legs working again from the amazing fingering, but no sooner than he had started taking the lead towards home, he was yanked into a tight alleyway between a corner pub and a small office building. It was dingy, heavily shadowed and dimly lit, smelled of burgers, and frying oil, and heavily degraded, generic wrappers littered the ground. A few broken bottles and an upturned crate made navigating it treacherous, and an overflowing dumpster filled with shredded paper near the dead end closed them in. Behind this, beyond the sight of the bustling avenue he was pulled.

Len was spun and pressed muzzle first into the hard brick wall. The peeling green paint and rusty metal of the dumpster filled his vision. Rick's big hands held his tail and pulled his lower body away from the wall so that he bent awkwardly against it. It put all his weight on the side of his face. Irregularities in the brick and mortar dug into his skin through his fur, but did nothing to curb his lusty panting or beating of his heart. There was nothing new to being taken in an alley or side street, but the way this one- Rick, he reminded himself- did it; he was so rough, so confident, and without warning or regard for himself, as if he was nothing but a possession or a plaything for him to use and abuse... It made his already sopping cunt wet enough to soak through both layers of his clothes.

The soddening ended when Rick took the crotch of his pants and tore it. He shred the panties too, leaving a ragged, gaping hole that stretched from just below the hem to his knees, the fabric hanging down uselessly from his hips in thin streamers that tickled his inner thighs through his pelt. A warm breeze cooled his wet twat, and drops of arousal splattered the ground. His tail was yanked upwards, and Len took a wider stance and angled his butt to accommodate. When the hot pole of flesh that was his dick slid between his legs, it's flared tip gliding past the ruins of his pants, he took it, the lovely thing, and caressed the top with his hands, fingering the thick edges of his urethra and ground the shaft with his labia. It spread his lower lips so much, and it was so long, there was no way it would all fit. But he threw caution to the grease laden winds.

"Break me," he begged. "Wreck my pussy, turn me insi-"

"Shut up! You're mine now!" He overruled, gripping Len's hair and yanking his head back, silencing his pleas to be wrecked. For a couple seconds, all his weight was against the wall, supported only by where his neck and shoulders touched it still, and it was painful.

"But... but..."

Rick backed up, pulling his cock out of his reach. Len tried to get his hands back on it, but his head was thrust into the wall and spots exploded behind his eyes. Then his hands were gathered together and pinned behind his back. He was completely helpless now, a giant rod of meat slapping between his legs and he couldn't do anything about it other than try to squirm desperately, and hope that he could make is slip in somehow.

"Shut up and stay still, you useless twat!"

"Please," Len said, realization dawning, and getting into his role. "P-please, let me go, I-I don't want this!"

"This is my pussy now," he said, leaning up close, and grabbing him between the legs. Len could feel his hard body, chiseled abs against his pinned hands and small of his back as he crooned his ownership into his ear lovingly. "and I'm not letting you go until I've turned you inside out, I'm satisfied your pregnant, or I'm completely drained." Rick nipped his ear gently, then whispered 'banana' and pulled away. Len suppressed a chuckle. Safe words were for pussies.

The hand pushing his head into the wall vanished, and all was quiet for a moment, but he dared not move without permission. Then a clicking, and cold metal wrapped around his wrists. Len vibrated with excitement. Those hands, no longer holding him hostage, were free to explore his curves, but there was no roaming done; the destinations were set, and each flew on one-way tickets. First to land was on the tender nipples of his chest, pinching and tugging. The other went to his tail, and tugged it up and away, forcing him to go on tip toes and spread his legs again, which pushed his face even harder into the wall. Then the second hand finished its journey around his front, and covered his burning vagina. Rick jammed three fingers into his abused tunnel and stretched him out with all the considerable strength in them.

"Don't you dare fall," Rick growled, when Len's knees wobbled. "Or I'll do worse things to you than fucking you senseless, leaving you lost, pregnant, and unable to walk in the back alleys."

Curiosity and desire tempted him to disobey, and he nearly slipped, the side of his muzzle scraping half an inch downward against the mortar. But he thought better of it, and stilled his quaking legs. The burn in his thighs returned, and he hoped that soon he would be supported instead by that thick, meaty pole. Otherwise, he might not have a choice but to find out what would happen if he did fall.

"Please, d-don't! Don't touch me there!" Len struggled against the cuffs and attempted to escape, but Rick was too strong, and he only helped Rick shove his fingers deeper. He whimpered, and bucked wildly, his escape attempts empowered with orgasmic strength. The fingers made a quick retreat, and he was pulled away from the wall at last. He was grateful, his muzzle having started to chafe, but the relief was temporary. He was spun around, and shoved back against it, now facing his pretend assailant.

"Spread 'em!"

"Fuck you!" Len said, and Rick smacked him.

"Fuck you!" He repeated, and Rick smacked him again. He licked his lips to ease the sting, and tasted blood.

Wanting to see how far he would go, Len spit on him. He was immediately hoisted and slammed against the wall by his neck, feet dangling far enough to now look him in the eyes. He could feel the strain in his shoulders and jaw already, and he kicked wildly to get down. It didn't do anything other than increase the strain. Rick laughed and closed the gap between them, restricting his range of motion, and he felt that monstrous prick line up with his cunt.

"P-please..." Len moaned, hoping it sounded more like fearful begging than the words of a slut, but if it wasn't, he didn't remark on it. He was glad for that, as all his attention focused now on the flaring horse cock between his legs. It was held there, the flat top pressed right to his labia. He could feel Rick flexing it, feel as it flared between his legs over and over, as if measuring to see if it would break him or not. At the peak of that flair, he was himself worried that it wouldn't fit, but Rick had decided that it would, and thrust it in.

Len yowled like a cat as his vulva admitted his girth, and stretched wider than he ever recalled being. The whole of his inner labia felt squashed, and the sudden pressure made his bladder loosen, but nothing came out: his urethra was pinched shut. Rick slammed it in as far as it could go, bruising his cervix, and he yowled again. Reflexively, he spread his legs and kicked, and craned his head to see it; his pussy was distended, filled out and rounded to the max, and Rick wasn't even up to his medial ring. Bucking and straining, Rick tried to work himself a little deeper, then pulled half-way out. Len saw strings of Trey's stale seed and his wetness clinging to it. Every muscle in his body tensed, and then released, and he came almost hard enough to black out. The giant sausage was smashed back in, and his tunnel contracted painfully around the too big intrusion.

"F-fuck, you're so tight, you little bitch!" Rick grunted, and jammed himself as far as he could again, fucking Len right through his climax, and into the next, and the one after that.

He wanted to beg him to stop, but it was too much effort. Instead, Len went limp, letting all pretense of resistance fall away so Rick could rough him up however he wanted. The strain on his neck became intermittent in exchange for an equal and opposite intermittent strain in his abdomen, centered on his cervix. Each powerful thrust sent his arms and legs jiggling bonelessly, caused his overworked pussy to twitch feebly, and that tight muscle at the end of his tunnel to stretch in wonderful, terrible ways. Between each twat crushing plunge, when the world was spinning less, he begged the fates that this stallion's seed would overtake any other.

The pounding went on and on and on, and soon Len lost track of time; the sun had already been hidden behind the building at his back, and he could only track the passage of time as a slow dimming of light in the alley, and his hopes of getting impregnated had long since dissolved into nothing more than the transition of his body from tired climax to to tired climax. Rick's stamina would have impressed him, had he been able to think through the impenetrable haze left by near constant cumming. His poor labia had gone numb again, but he could still feel him deep inside, depositing hot thick load after hot thick load of sperm, bloating him, spraying and slopping all over his legs, soaking the rags of his clothes, and splattering on the wall and asphalt behind and below them into an ever expanding pool of white. It spread around them and splashed as it was unavoidably trodden in.

Each devastating thrust pressed painfully at his cervix, and in his worn down state, Len could feel its resistance weakening, and the flat head of Rick's mammoth penis force it wider and wider. The wearing down of that internal bastion was a slow, agonizing process, but it was as desirable as it was inevitable, and when the lights in the alley came on, a startled shove overcame the last of its futile resistance.

Len felt it as a pop and a sharp stabbing pain that was lost in a fresh wave of climactic contractions and burning heat that spread through the whole of his core. His belly distended even further, and he could feel Rick's thick shaft flex and bend to accommodate every inch that could be made to fit. The feeling of bloating grew as Rick went off like a fire hose into the center of his receptive flesh. The passing at last of the medial ring into his overstretched twat and the flaring of the cock head that kept everything inside as Rick cumming one last time went virtually unnoticed.

Too tired and sore to yell, a hoarse moan fell half-assed from his lips, and was mirrored by his lover. Rick stopped trying to cram his dick in farther, and rested while he turned loose the last of his seed into Len's fertile fields.

It didn't register when Rick pulled out of him several minutes later, he was so tired and spent. Nor did he register the tidal wave of seed that gushed from his gaping vaginal lips when the titanic fuck stick holding it all in slipped free. He didn't feel himself set down against the wall, his butt and tail splashing into the puddle of seed, nor did he hear Rick ask if he was okay, or even himself say that he was, and only needed a minute. There was a vague sense of Rick walking away, and the next thing he was aware of was a small feral dog stuffing his knot into his ruined pussy and adding its seed into the ocean of sperm already there. Some feeling had by then returned to him, and his tired out vaginal muscles spasmed weakly somewhere between pleasure and pain. He let it finish, hoping it could tie and give him reason to stay put a little longer, but it slipped effortlessly out.

On his stomach was a small wad of cash and a business card, signed by Rick. It was sweet of him to give him cab fair home and a means to get back in touch with him, something that he was very inclined to do; that had been one of the best rides in recent memory. He tried to get up, but he was too sore, and slid back into the cooling, drying pool of cum, and fantasized intermittently about another shot with that dick. Then he thought with regret that tonight, he wouldn't make it back in time to host his cam show. He was already much too late for it, he was sure. There was no way he could take another fuck either, even with just a couple of toys today. Not after all that. His audience would understand. His roommates on the other hand might give him shit about not having dinner ready when they got home. He shook his head, and wondered at how long he'd been out of it. The stars were out and the moon was just visible over the eaves of the pub.

But Len didn't care. He couldn't. Not today. Today, he was satisfied, and staggering to his feet, he propped himself up against the wall, and began the slow, painful, limping trek home, dribbling the seed of two people and a dog. Reflecting on his needs and the day's wild rides, he discovered he was satisfied. It was a rare, and deeply unsettling feeling. He didn't like it, but it the was the inevitable, unenviable, and unfortunate consequence of getting the best possible reaming.

"Sir, are you okay? Do you need help?" A deer on the sidewalk asked him as he hobbled passed a store front, and a fresh gush of white spilled out between his legs and torn pants.

"N-no thanks... I've already been helped."