Short Summary Vol. 8
#8 of Short Summaries
This week's Short Summary was a little late, but I've also been pumping out content like a monster these last few days. Over on my FA page, if you haven't seen it already, I uploaded a spicy Gideon Grey story called Confectionary Climax, for Fat Fox Week, and I think I may keep that as an exclusive for that site. But today I'll be uploading a series of steamy vignettes for you all shortly for Father's Day!
But you all know my usual dribble, if you aren't following my Twitter already for daily Shorts, please by all means go ahead, keep tabs on my FA and Sofurry here for more content as I have a ton of projects I'm working on for you all. Have a lovely week everybody!
Gripping the sheets as Gideon throated your cock, you can't help but moan and whimper as you emptied your sack into his gullet.
The fox pulled off and licked his lips, "Mmm, sweeter than my pie," he said with a wink.
"Prize winning?"
"First place, babe,"
All you can do and huff and the dad skunk's package as he keeps your head between his plump thighs.
"There's a boy, keep that up," he said.
He leaned his head back with a growl as you lapped at the tent of his briefs like a thirsty dog.
Obedient.
Unquestioning
Willing.
Your gaze studied the sheepdog across from you, leaned back in his chair, beer in hand and only clad in a speedo. As you do, he lowered his sunglasses, looking back at you; you look away blushing.
"Don't be shy kid, nothin' wrong with a lil' Dad Watching," he said with a wink.
Moaning from behind the gag, the chubby boar squeals as the vibrating toy milks his prostate.
"In 3... 2... 1." You watch him buck and groan as pearly white cum oozed onto the floor
You press the button on a remote as the rod retracts from his hole.
"A...again," he panted.
The stocky hippo threw his head back, whimpering as he pumped his third load of the day into the stroking toy. It squelched lewdly as you slowed its pace watching the last bits of cum flow out of him.
"F-fuck son, you're milkin me dry,"
"Good," you lean in and kiss his nose.
You briefly pause, dressed in only a shirt and a jockstrap in the summer heat while the chubby otter watches you mow the lawn from the porch.
Your break is interrupted when a harsh buzzing sensation assaults your prostate.
"No breaks yet sport, barely got half to go!" he said.
You look up at the burly skunk, wide-eyed. But with a nod, you scurry off briefly before returning.
Your usual chainmail collar had been replaced with a thick, leather one as you carried a leash in your mouth.
Kho grinned from behind his cigar, "Good boy," he growled.
You crack the leather belt across the chubby polar bear's ass. His fluffy nub of a tail wagged in excitement.
"Ya like that don't you?" you gently caress the tender flesh, feeling it quiver beneath your fingertips.
"Y-yes sir," he whimpered.
"Relax Papa Burr," you say.
You reach beneath him and grip his pulsing ursine cock.
"Nothing wrong with punishment."
You stroke him tenderly, listening to him whimper and moan until he climaxes, emptying his full nuts in your hand.
"F-fuck, Sir,"
You plant a kiss on his sore ass, "Good Papa."
"Hold on, sport,"
You turn around just in time for your sheepdog dad to smear a glob of sunscreen on your nose.
"Dad, I don't need sunscreen," you grumble
"And I don't need that little snoofer of yours gettin' burned."
You hated it, but your wagging tail said otherwise.
The chubby raccoon pins you to the ground, hotdogging your cock while their own throbbing member bobs in your face.
"I've waited a week," they growled, "You're gonna fuck me till the cows come home!"
They lick their lips seductively.
This was gonna be a long night...