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It had been a long, long time since Xoi had stepped onto an airplane, a good ten years at the very least. He didn't exactly hate airplanes, not at all, he found them quite fun if anything, but the fact that so few catered to taurs like him, even if he was just about as tall as a human and barely longer than that not counting the tail. The few that did were expensive, the cheap ones lacked space for his lower body to sit comfortably, had no straps to hold on to when ascending. Back when he was a young student studying abroad the relatively small dragontaur had to endure quite the bruises to his haunches whenever he wanted to get to his folks for holidays. Now, now he had quite the amount of funds in the pocket to allow the padded chair he was snugly sitting on, a good airplane company to ferry him halfway across the globe... and he had to thank one very good person for his quality of life. That being said, no amount of first class tickets could compare to his more regular living situation or his job.

"Just a couple hours..." Xoi licked his lips, cleaning some of the cake he had eaten a few minutes earlier as he shifted in his seat. "Gods I feel like a kid again." He could hardly stand still as his mind raced to all sorts of good things that would do. "Gonna start working immediately, straight to work yes, that is... that is good." The dragontaur smiled and looked outside into the sky.

"Sir, please refrain from masturbating on the flight." A mare hostess tapped on his shoulder with a smile, her nose flaring wide every second being so close to him. Xoi looked at her with confusion and then looked between his hindlegs, right where his sheath should have been staying quiet and not bothering him.

His cock stared back at him, all forty cuntbreaking inches of his ridged maleness stood proud, slapping against his red dark green scales, oozing precum by the pint. For a taur whose lower torso was about as long as a human was tall, he was immensely stacked. The dragontaur huffed, finally realizing that the entire airplane was starting to smell like his cock, his nuts churning loudly right behind it, a film of sweat covering their scaled surface. Xoi murred and spread his hindlegs to leave some room for his sizeable cock, spreading more musk as if wafted from its slick surface. The hostess huffed, her eyes going glossy for a second as her skirt tented wildly, a fat shaft of her own rising from her panties like a spear. The dragontaur chuckled and craned his neck to press his snout against the mare's groin, sampling her scent up close. She whinnied and pushed him away, blushing as she tucked her cock under her shirt and between her tits, the two feet of equine flesh bloating her uniform lewdly.

"P-please sir..." She stuttered as Xoi licked his lips again, this time cleaning a dollop of precum that had dripped onto his snout, a jet fired from the mare's flare.

"Sorry, I have a very weak spot for equines. Such fat cocks your kind has." Xoi winked, his hindpaws stroking at his far more massive cock as he stared at her. Having a dragon holding a tower of cockflesh and complimenting your junk was about as flattering as anything could be, especially when he was sniffing your sheath so close.

"Ah, well... thanks sir." She blushed again, her entire front soaked in pre. Everyone could see her nipples through the flimsy shirt. "But please refrain from masturbating on the flight." She gulped and steeled herself, looking away from the prize bobbing beneath the taur's belly, her nuts beginning to tear her panties as she got worked up from the smell of lust oozing off the dragon. Everyone around him was beginning to be too hot for a flight, nipples hardening and cocks beginning to either rip through shorts or bulge pants, skirts, and panties as everyone got a whiff of the dragontaur's prime breeder musk.

"Alright dear but I hardly think it's gonna help." He chuckled and went back to staring at the sky, his paws safely away from his slab of cockflesh that refused to go soft. It was a matter of course: he hadn't jerked off once in nearly three weeks and now that he was barely two hours away from his job, how could he not be hard as steel or drip?

For the next couple hours the flight was a nightmare for all: the air turned musky and foggy as the chain reaction spread from Xoi's vicinity to everyone as the air was recycled and reused, his musk hitting every nostril and mind. The dragontaur smelled lust in the air, deep and strong, dozens of people too needy to stand not touching themselves. More than a few came hands free as they breathed too hard. Even the humans aboard were having a hard time, harder than most as they were surrounded by horny furs on all fronts. Once the airplane landed and the door opened, even the hostesses had to rush outside, claiming the first bathrooms that were available as dozens of passengers and even the pilot sported hard cocks and beyond wet pussies. The last to get out was the cause of all that mess of course. Xoi had taken his time to pack and grab his stuff, very familiar with how hard it was to walk with forty inches swaying between his legs, casually walking through the gate as he left a trail of sloppy pre wherever he went. People stared of course, people always stared, even without him being hard or hung as he was since he never wore clothes. Had he put on anything, he'd have had to take his clothes on and off constantly due to his job.

The thought made him smile and hose the ground in a thicker shot of pre, a puddle forming beneath him as the seconds passed while he waited for his luggage, casually stroking his shaft with his forelimbs, his nuts comfortably resting on the floor despite him standing up. It took a while to get his stuff but he didn't mind, although the cleaning crew that would have to mop up a good hundred gallons of sticky pre from the floor might have some issues with him. Still hard he rushed out of the baggage claim area and bolted out of the doors, hoping to get the first cab he could and rush to work only to get blasted with a solid wall of musk.

Every muscle in his body contracted, his senses expanded as time slowed to a crawl. His nose flared to take in that dense, mind-clogging musk, his tongue burning with its taste so potent it was, eyes scanning the airport lounge to find the source as his cock throbbed. And then Xoi saw him, his most favourite person ever that just so happened to be the one he cared for. Ginger meekly waved at him with a hand the size of a couch, a smile blossoming on his face as the horsetaur locked his gaze upon the colossal centaur. Standing at fifteen feet tall, Ginger was easily taller than anything in the airport short of the building itself and the planes, most people reaching at the junction between his upper and lower torso at best and with forty five feet of body stretching behind his front he was as long as a bus and twice as heavy. The dragontaur was still frozen, huffing the air as he wondered why the titan was there, that thought quickly pushed to the side as his scales heated up with an arousal so deep that the ground was hosed in pre within seconds only to be washed as the bigger taur whinnied. A flood rushed forth as the horsetaur's nuts twitched ever so slightly, not even rumbling, a simple twitch that made the van-sized orbs pump a shot of cloudy pre so ludicrously massive that the flesh of his equally as oversized cock stretched and spread around it. The lobby had already been musky as the beast simply stood there for a few minutes, windows fogged with his body heat, but now it was a sauna: his musk glued itself to walls, making fur and scale sticky as his titanic virility made bodies flush with a heat so great dozens blew their load and slipped into the pool of pre that quickly spread like a mudslide. And the beast wasn't even hard, not by a long shot: while a good five feet of absurdly thick cock was out, that was only because even the sheath that housed it couldn't contain it all. That sheath was now bloated, slick with sweat, rivers of pre and fluids sloshing inside. Xoi's stomach rumbled in hunger.

"Hi..." Ginger blushed, trying to clench his muscles and rein all of his forty two feet of cock in check, failing only in part as the pleasure of feeling his legs squeeze so much throbbing horsecock nestled inside his sheath made him shoot another blast of pre. A few dozen people were knocked off their feet, pre gluing clothes and fur together as his flare cracked the tiles, his hooves digging into the craters he had made by standing. "I came to pick you up."

"Oh Ginger." Xoi almost came at the sight of his friend casually and accidentally turning the airport into little more than sauna that smelled of his bloated nuts. The dragontaur wobbled his way to the titan, cock hosing what little of floor wasn't already claimed by horse pre, his paws squishing as he entered the puddle. So close to the horsetaur, Xoi was like a child in front of an adult, even the ridged cock he sported, undeniably impressive, looked diminutive, puny. Xoi murred as he hugged the leg of the bigger taur. "You didn't need to."

"Yeah but I wanted to." Ginger blushed again. "I felt like you work so hard for me that I could do at least this much for you..." Xoi chuckled and waited for the horse to bend his upper torso so he could give it a kiss. "Welcome back."

"Thanks stud." The dragontaur made sure to let Ginger know how much he had missed him. "Speaking of my job... you haven't been doing your part." Xoi pulled back and fell down on the ground, dropping his luggage into the inch deep puddle of steamy horse pre and circled around the titan, his hands touching, prodding, teasing and examining.

That was, in fact, his job: Xoi had been hired years before as Ginger's personal assistant, not for business reasons but simply to avoid having the immensely hung and forgetful horsetaur from turning nearly every place he was into a chaotic mess dripping with cum. Over time the two had become good friends and the original arrangements turned into a pact the two upheld gladly. The dragontaur licked his lips, on the verge of orgasm from his friend's scent alone, from the way that literal pillar of horsecock twitched under his palm as it jutted from a sheath that could likely swallow the engine car of a freight train, from the slickness of its flesh, the fat veins akin to power cable keeping it flush with blood, the rumble of his balls and their sheer size. Xoi stood behind the titan, cock slapping beneath his belly as he sized his client with as much professional ethos as someone fully naked staring at a pair of balls the size of a minivan. Ginger blushed and shrunk into himself while his cock swelled with pre.

"You're not making my job any easier by not draining your balls, you know?" Xoi slapped the surface of the left nut, sending a ripple through the dense orb that climaxed in a loud splash and the sound of electrical stuff going haywire as precum soaked circuits. "Have you weighted your nuts this morning? This way I can make the plan to drain them properly..." The dragontaur put on his best pokerface as his entire body screamed at him to beg the titan to lift those orbs and pin him under tons of bloated horse nut.

"Ye-yes! Who do you take me for?" Ginger huffed, stomping a hoof, thus creating a wide array of webs.

"So you won't have any trouble telling me how much they weigh." Xoi smirked as the horsetaur fidgeted.

"Uhm, no." It had happened before and Xoi had hoped the big guy would be so embarrassed by the sheer weight and heft of his balls to admit it.

"Do I need to guess then?" The dragontaur licked his lips and put his hands on the closest nut, his mouth watering with hunger as he kissed that immense orb and then hugged it, his arms stretched wide, barely able to hug a tenth of their circumference, his muscles denting the surface ever so slightly as their mass pushed against him. Xoi went to the gym often, he needed to be able to tend to the beast properly, hell, he could outbench most people in every gym but the resistance of Ginger's balls was far greater than any weight he could ever lift. He kissed, rubbed his face against the fat orb, made out with its slick flesh, listened to the churning of cum inside with passion, his cock twitching as he closed in on his first orgasm by huffing and licking alone. "Mmmh twenty feet in diameter..." He kissed the orb, making it twitch. Another gush of pre turned the airport even steamier. "Density... mmmmh higher than concrete..." Ginger whinnied. People could hear him go on about his size, output and all the data that made the taur a hazard to any civilized region. "Fifty tonnes of tasty, tasty cum for me to milk out of your nuts..." Another kiss and Xoi whined, licking the sweaty surface as he came hard, his own balls churning loudly and delivering gallons upon gallons of potent spunk that impacted on the fuzzy orbs he was so fervently worshipping. There was something both lewd and impressive in that skill, especially knowing how much time Xoi had devoted to honing it till he could guess how much Ginger could cum at a glance. He had no need for all that rubbing, he just needed an excuse to hug those massive tanks.

"I still think it's weird you can calculate in your head how much I can cum..."

"It's my.... Oh lords... it's my job you stud..." Xoi pulled back, still cumming like a firehose as he circled around and began examining Ginger's sheath. "So messy..." The beast blushed as his friend pulled his flesh apart from his cock, freeing a fraction of his musky flesh. Instantly Xoi's orgasm was rekindled as a blast of musk so rich hit his nares with the power of a freight train. The titan had probably not cum enough to even get his balls under the safety curve much less actually emptying them properly, his sheath was a soaked mess that oozed precum by the tub, the scent so potent that the windows fogged up completely. "So musky..." Xoi kissed the exposed flesh, making out with Ginger's sheath at the same time. For all his professional ethos and his skill, the years of service, Xoi was a massive slut... but only for Ginger. Not a single other being made him so weak in the knees, so eager to worship every inch of him, to beg and beg for the beast to pin him down with his sheath as he kissed and humped it till he shot blanks. "So... mmmhhh." The dragontaur stared at the slick insides of the sheath he was examining, his body demanding he entered to clean it all with his tongue... but not now. "Gonna have to do an... emergency milking."

"Wh-what? No!" Ginger whined.

"Wanna try to test your luck and see if you can last another hour without cumming then? You know there's a big fine to pay..." Xoi chuckled, using the abundant sheath fluids to lube his own cock. "And you know it's my job to take care of you and as your handler and personal cumdump, sheath slut and friend... you gotta cum and cum hard..." Ginger huffed, looking far more embarrassed by his size and needs than he should have been. He never got over the shame of being so big and Xoi loved that about him: a stud with a cock heavier than a bus, balls denser than fresh concrete and able to cum literal lakes if he went too long without emptying those godly spooge factories that was constantly embarrassed by his... everything. "Come on then, there's an industrial milking station at the airport for big studs like you... even though no one is like you..."

The sight of a small dragontaur leading a titan by the hand through an airport would have been material for news and lewd stories, but few had the time to snap pics or videos as the wall of rut wafting from the horsetaur sent brains into a mushy state, urges taking over as small orgies broke out all around them. It had happened before of course: Ginger's reluctance to obey his body's needs was shocking but it gave Xoi a job and caused far too much chaos for the pervy dragontaur not to let his friend go just over the limits to make his work all the more fun. But today it was truly an emergency: in years of service Xoi had seen the horsetaur get that big only twice and both times, well, the news had to cover the aftermath from a distance using gas masks. The dragontaur's nuts churned at the thought and his stomach groaned with hunger.

The milking station was something that had been installed years before after one too many incidents with hypers on long-range flights: nothing good could happen by sticking tens of people with a hair trigger into a sealed box and recycled air for over ten hours and no way to drain them. Nothing good for the planes and airport maintenance anyways. There were a dozen different sizes of tubes to choose from, ranging from a 'mere' four feet long tubes to something that resembled an oil pipeline. Tens of tubes connected to tankers underneath the airstrips to save on space and avoid touching the cables and more regular piping beneath the main building. With a lewd grin Xoi already knew that the biggest milker would just barely do the job. Catastrophic failure was already on the table but it might just be a certainty. Few hypers were as big as the horsetaur after all.

"Do I really have to?" Ginger huffed, his cock growing out of his sheath without his approval, his muscles trying to rein it in but the massive log of cock was far too much for him to control, not now and not that the milker was in sight. As much as the titan hated being milked, his body didn't and the prospect of finally having respite was just the drop needed to break the vase. "Can't we do it at home?" The horsetaur was still negotiating a deal with his friend while his cock had already reached fifteen feet in length and had no plans to stop at all.

"Your home is an hour away on foot even at your pace and with nuts like these you're gonna need an extra half an hour." Xoi had cornered the massive taur like always, a banter that had happened a hundred times already but that was almost a ritual for them: Ginger would complain, Xoi would push and then the horsetaur would reluctantly get his nuts emptied. The dragontaur chuckled and slapped the orbs with force, sending a lewd ripple radiating from his hand, the groan that made the twin tanks shake was followed by the sound of yet more stuff crashing as Ginger pumped out a couple more shots of pre that shattered a few windows and half a dozen stalls. "So get that fat cock in the milker or so help me I'm going to have to take it myself." Ginger whinned, his shaft rising ten feet at once as the image of the lithe dragontaur pressing his tailhole against a flare twice as tall as he was popped in his mind. The plan worked well enough and the immense cock slipped inside the milking tube as Xoi had wanted, having positioned the unwilling cum disaster in the right direction and then teased him just enough so that his cock would get inside without him agreeing to. "See? It wasn't hard... or well, something's very hard."

"Oh come on, puns aren't needed." Ginger huffed and whinnied as the milker detected a truckload of cock and the cargo it was delivering. A warning sign lit up, telling everyone in the airport to evacuate once the sensors calculated the potency of the load about to be spilled and instantly kicked in high gear, pistons and belts whirring. However, no one listened since anyone who could was already gone and the few that might have had some concern were on the floor either fucking or being fucked as the titan's musk spread like wildfire. "Oh... damn..." Ginger felt the tube stretch and squeeze, the machine calibrating itself around his cock but failing to do so as his shaft was far too big and thick. Half of it was left outside of the milker. Xoi licked his lips and began his climb. "Xoi? What are you doing?"

"My job..."

"Your job does not entail climbing my nuts! Oh... ffffck..." Ginger protested, looking back and attempting to shoo the dragontaur but the milker picked up speed in that moment, his flare squeezed inside a most warm hole, the gel leaking around his shaft. The machine huffed and whirred again, taking some of the pre he was shooting and using it as lube for the titanic cock, the rest dumped inside tankers half the size of football fields deep beneath the airstrip. "Please get down..."

"My job is to make you cum and cum and cum so hard these bad boys actually shrink." Xoi smiled, his cock pinned between his own belly and the mountain of nut he was climbing, inch after inch, leaving behind a trail of cum as his own nuts ramped up production tenfold. "And I do love my job so very, very much."

The titan groaned in pleasure and embarrassment as his friend once again proclaimed his passion for making him cum. The tube leading down to the fluid tanks was hammered with more pre than it had seen in years, thick as glue already, the sperm count in the alarm sign increasing as the horsetaur grew more aroused and yet refused to cum. It was already in the trillions per millilitre and rising, the sludge brewing inside his nuts so deviously potent his pre alone was equal to a regular hyper's rut. Xoi was panting when he reached the top of Ginger's sack, his paws sticky but holding on, not even making a dent in the hard surface of the taur's nuts as rivers of spooge begged to be released. However the milker wouldn't be enough, they never were, not when Ginger could flex too hard or buck with a little too much enthusiasm and shatter them into scrap metal. That was another part of his job that he truly loved. The dragontaur drooled with hunger and lust as he was faced with his friend's imposing backside and the treasure hidden within: his hands ran over the muscular taint, the swollen piping inside trying their best to help the sludge travel through forty feet of horsecock. However, Xoi was far more focused on another part of his friend and immediately reached for it.

Ginger whinnied and bucked into the milker when he felt his friend's kiss upon his tailhole, the bolts anchoring it to the floor yielding to twenty tonnes of horsetaur cramming a cock the size of a truck into a receptacle not quite meant for so much goodness. Xoi murred, his muzzle rubbing against the massive donut with passion, a part of the giant taur he had learned to love and appreciate: fat, puffy, soft and oh so massive he could hug it and make out with it. And that he did: he kissed the dark flesh with passion, his lips pecking it over and over as his tongue ran over the supple creases, his cock poking the inviting, cavernous hole as he kneaded and pulled the rim apart. Ginger huffed with need, his body slowly yielding control to the small dragontaur, responding with eagerness to his touches, his prodding and his wordless commands. The horsetaur hips bucked, forcing him to put his forelegs onto the milker as metal creaked and screamed in protest, slowly picking up pace himself that matched the machine, his sheath mashing lewdly against the lips of the tube and making the giant whine in added pleasure. Xoi kissed and kissed, moving from the edges to the centre of the titanic tailhole, his hands spreading it wide and plunging his head within. Ginger whinnied again, coaxed into mounting the breeding stand, slowly but surely starting to love the feeling of it around his cock.

Xoi kissed the supple flesh beyond the rim, his head surrounded by a thick, mind-frying musk, the virile stench of a male of such virility he had to worship every part of him. The dragontaur gladly gave in to his desires, his behaviour utterly opposite to the one he was worshipping. His head slid deeper and deeper, kiss after kiss, lick after lick, his body swallowed by an ass as wide as a truck, the ripples of the dark musky passage welcoming him and dragging him deeper still. Xoi was almost in heaven, sliding deep into his friend's ass, licking and kissing his way to making him cum oh so hard, his cock just then slipping inside that slick passage. He stopped as he began to grind his shaft on the sensitive inner flesh, hands grabbing and teasing all the spots he could reach, cum trickling out of the massive tailhole as he came, messy spurts that made Ginger whinny and buck harder, finally grabbing onto the handles of the milker and putting some actual force into his thrusts.

The machine screamed as steel bent and buckled at the first impact of Ginger's haunches against the rim of the milker, gel seeping out as his shaft thickened with blood, the tubing straining to dump precum that was growing as thick as concrete, the sperm count in the tens of trillions already and growing as the titan gave up on holding back and forgot his embarrassment in a fog of lust. His nostrils flared and a gust of air blew out, tossing magazines in the air from the stand near the milker station, and then his muscles flexed, the ground cracked and Ginger started to breed the machine. Xoi could feel him do what he did best, his ass squeezing him down oh so pleasantly, a massage made as muscles thicker than steel cables bulged and relaxed, as the inner plumbing of the titan was truly put to use after weeks of barely any action. The dragontaur huffed, kissing the taur's prostate, making sure that his friend would feel each kiss through his flesh as his lust was kicked into overdrive. Ginger's balls groaned, sinking into the floor when their weight suddenly increased, tonnes of weight added each second as the beast within reared its head and demanded a tribute.

While Ginger had to be milked daily as his nuts churned out literal tons of cum with ease, that was when he wasn't aroused, much less horny or teased in the right way. Tankers and pools were the bare minimum needed to keep his nuts to a level where, if aroused, he'd not do as much damage as he could. Not being milked meant that his baseline rose higher and it had been nearly twenty five days since Xoi had made sure that he dumped his load. But now Ginger had been pent up for weeks, weeks in which his balls kept on brewing, simmering and waiting for the right occasion to get their due. As Xoi kissed the titan's prostate, he felt the ground shake and the beast he was oh so deep inside grunt, a deep, guttural grunt that made his bones rattle and his own sack churn in delight, bringing him to a messy orgasm on the spot as he slipped out of the cavernous ass he was lodged inside of.

Ginger's sack swelled, swelled and swelled, the twenty feet wide orbs growing visibly by the second as he bred the damn milker as hard as he possibly could, cracks in the ground spreading with every stomp of his hooves, the glass of the tube cracking and splintering here and there as too much cock was crammed inside far too fast for anything beyond solid steel to handle. And even the steel was tearing apart under the horsetaur's thrusts. Xoi was cumming nearly every second, but the blast of musk as he slipped out of Ginger's slick, puffy donut sent him into a babbling haze for long seconds before he could get used to it. The air was foggy, so laden with musk and the stench of a breeder that he could barely see beyond the massive swell of his friend's nuts as they expanded and began crushing walls and even touching the ceiling, he could taste the spunk in the air as Ginger's pre ran out and his taint pumped out pure cum. The sperm count warning had fizzled off, destroyed as the milker had been ripped off the floor as the horsetaur bucked too hard, now thrusting into the sad, cum soaked remains of the tube into the ground. Forty five feet of cock rammed into the concrete, pulverizing it and mixing it with raw cum as thick as cement and far more dense and heavy, the girth of that flare beyond what anyone could measure without getting close enough to be knocked off their feet by the musk or flow of gooey cum alone. The ground was washed with the thousands of gallons even the tubes meant for heavy flow could take. Anyone who had been around was now swimming in a sea of cum, bellies bloating as trillions, quadrillions of hyper-grade swimmers sought anyone in the thick sludge threatening to overtake the entire airport. Male, female, herm, none were spared and bellies thus swelled, taken, claimed so utterly that none touched could expect to be free from his foals for their lifetime. And still Ginger wasn't cumming, his balls now fifty feet wide, the ceiling shattered, the walls around him crumbling as he still tried to hold back just enough to not make an even bigger mess.

But Xoi wanted to feel him cum, he needed it, he loved it. The dragontaur has spent weeks waiting for this moment and he'd not be denied his own pleasure because as much as he loved Ginger, the sheer amount of cleanup after a disaster the titan could cause was probably the best part of his job. Neck deep in cum, licking his nuts inch after inch, making love to his sheath as he cleaned it. Xoi murred and bit Ginger's nuts, just hard enough to be felt by the beast as deep in his rut as he was, just enough to send a spark of pleasure through the immense swells and make the damn break.

And it broke oh so easily. Ginger whinnied one last time, his body freezing while muscles tensed and contracted with enough strength to bend steel beams into pancakes, as his taint bulged and twitched. The forty five feet of cock bloated, lifting the horsetaur upwards with ease, his flare gouging the ground, concrete and everything beneath as the tubing plumped up. There was a thump, a heavy, lewd thump when the first shot hit the tankers deep beneath the airstrip, then a second and a third, each lasting tens of seconds, followed by a lewder gurgle. The ground quaked as the first few preparatory shots left Ginger's nuts, his body primed for his orgasm at last.

His nuts heaved, rippling as if struck by a bus, then shrank a fraction of an inch. The thump was loud and strong enough to make the windows shake, the tubing on the verge of exploding as a literal river of cum thicker than cement rushed out of Ginger's sack by the tens of thousands of gallons every few seconds, only getting higher and higher with each passing second. The horsetaur murred in pleasure, his body finally feeling lighter and at peace as the landscape around him turned into a fog that reeked of his balls, the ground rumbling as the rivers of his spunk filled a tanker meant to hold and contain a horde of hypers at the peak of their rut. But it was barely enough to deal with one Ginger. Xoi was cumming nonstop as he was squeezed by his friend's donut, unable to leave, his lower torso stuck inside, massaged by muscles meant to pump out thousands of gallons of spunk, his upper torso pressed against the twin monsters that were now filling the emergency reservoir with ease. Three minutes and a warning alarm rang for but a few seconds before there was a shock and the asphalt of the airstrip split and cracked, fissures leaking jets of cum appearing all over the place as the near-football field sized tank was filled, the concrete walls giving up and shattering under the force of the horsetaur's pent up nuts. The strip exploded, geysers of cum rising high in the air, dozens of feet, rivers gurgling and spreading his scent wider and wider. Then the piping that held so bravely against his onslaught tore apart, a shower of cum raining around the shattered milker, the gushing spunk filling every inch of space of the area before windows gave up as well and emptied the contents onto the rest of the airport.

From the outside it looked as if the windows turned white and then blew clean off, tens of openings desperately dumping more cum than the airport had seen since the milker had been installed a decade ago in a handful of seconds. Across the multitude of waterfalls, one stood out the most, a thick, pressurized jet that crashed onto a building a few hundred yards away, hammering at the walls with the force of an emergency release of water at the bottom of a dam. Cum poured out of Ginger as the titan rested on his own cock, doing nothing but focusing on cumming harder. Fifteen minutes later, the flow stopped, or rather, halted for a second or so and then the horsetaur's second shot left his nuts. The building his cock was aimed at collapsed, blown clean off its foundations, followed by the control tower as the stronger flood of cum wasn't able to be slowed down by anything beyond rubble. And still Ginger was cumming.

He came and came and came hard, weeks of pent up stress, weeks of abstinence relieved all at once. The airport began to look like the aftermath of a most lewd flood, nothing left untouched by thick sludge, bellies shattering walls all over the place as pregnancies turned people into cum blimps, quadrillions of desperate seekers begging for an egg to claim as quadrillions more assaulted every womb that they could reach. At the center of the cum flood, Ginger was idly humming, relaxing as he once again admitted that maybe Xoi wasn't so wrong in telling him to let go a little more often.

Five hours later his donut had relaxed enough for the dragontaur to slip out, soaked in oils and tens of gallons of his own cum, muscles sore but eager to be put to work already as Xoi stretched and kissed the still mountainous nuts busy churning a few more millions of gallons of spunk. He looked around and smiled at the chaos: nothing wasn't covered in at least five layers of cum, nothing didn't smell like Ginger and very few things were left standing. Only the reinforced steel beams and hardened metals of the main building were mostly intact, the rest had either been turned into paste by cum or shattered by sloshing bellies brimming with thousands of growing foals. The dragontaur breathed in deep and smiled. He chuckled to himself as he waddled through a lake of thick sludge, his sheath bloated with cum as he searched for his luggage. Once he returned with two suitcases that had somehow not gotten lost in the roiling rivers of breeding batter, he opened them and slapped a sticker on Ginger's nuts, 'Warning, Heavy Cargo' it read, making the dragontaur laugh and pat the now merely thirty feet wide orbs.

"How are we feeling big boy?"

"Mmmhhhhh..." Ginger mumbled, waving his hands at the cum-soaked dragon dismissively. Another contraction rippled through the mountains of balls behind him, a fresh river of spunk let free to further hose the ruined airport.

"I'll take that as a yes then..." Xoi licked his lips, moving beneath the horsetaur and kissing his sheath, struggling to pry it open.

"Uhhhh... Xoi... wh-what are you doing?" Ginger whinnied as he felt the smaller male begin to cram himself inside his sheath, the fat, soft tube of brown furred flesh yielding with surprising ease to the scaled hands. "I'm still... c-cumming...!"

"I know." The dragontaur licked his lips and slipped inside a bit, his forelimbs instantly surrounded by warm slick flesh. "That's exactly why I'm going to my bedroom to take a nap. It's gonna take you at least five more hours and I could use a nap..."

"Don't use my sheath as your b-b-bedroom!" The horsetaur huffed, too big to move and get the horny dragon out of his pouch. "You always do this!" He protested, feeling hands reach deeper and deeper into the depths of his sheath, then a tongue as the little rascal began to lick the root of his cock clean. "Xoi?" No answers. He could feel his friend's cock frot against his own. "Xoi?" Again, no answers. "Please get out it's embarrassing."

However, the dragontaur was already too deep inside that sheath, the layers of soft fuzziness shielding the horny male from any complaint, the scent of his friend surrounding him once again as he rested and curled up around the massive base of the titan's cock, the rumble of a thousand gallons of cum a second rushing beneath the throbbing shaft's musky flesh. Fortunately there was no one left but himself to see that and the news helicopters were still a long ways away from the scene of the disaster. Ginger groaned and vowed never to let himself get this pent up again, a proposition he knew he couldn't keep. After all, he loved making a mess.

Hours passed and even Ginger had to get a nap, his body going on autopilot while he came and came and came, endless orgasms painting the landscape white. The airport was no more, either rubble or coated in so much cum that it'd have to be scrapped and rebuilt a hundred miles away to avoid the passengers creaming themselves on the spot, the airstrip gone, chunks falling into the chasms of cum below the asphalt, planes sinking as the ground gave up beneath them. The damage was going to be in the tens of millions of dollars and the one who caused it was none the wiser, or rather, he was very much aware of his orgasms' dangers for the world but so far along he cared little about making a bit more chaos. The horsetaur rested on his cock as the titanic rod pushed load after load, millions of tonnes of cum wasted above ground, millions more beneath and gods knew how many more had seeped into piping, aquifers and flowed as rivers into bigger bodies of water.

But he wasn't stopping, not for a single second and Xoi realized it as he napped within his friend's cavernous sheath. Trapped in the darkness, rock hard, surrounded by a hard cock and soft sheathflesh, he didn't feel the shaft he was using as bed soften at all. His watch was waterproof and glowed in the dark exactly so he could tell time while using Ginger's sheath as his personal house: twelve hours had passed and the horsetaur had not stopped orgasming. Twelve hour of constant orgasms. A quick calculation made Xoi cream himself, the sheer amount of zeroes following the first digit as the gallons Ginger had spilled surpassed his records so great he couldn't resist and blew his load. The dragontaur slipped out, waking his friend in the process as his hands and body squirmed oh so hard and oh so pleasantly inside that sheath.

"X-xoi?"

"Hold on big guy." Xoi dragged himself out in a deluge of cum and sheath fluids, his body glittering in the evening's last rays of sun, the moon almost up. He almost blew his load again on the spot as he smelled the sheer thickness, the potency, the virility of Ginger's cum. His paws felt as if he was walking inside literal cement, no, even more, each step a fight, each step a lovely, lewd, squelch as he waded through a solid three feet of cum that couldn't be drained fast enough even while the entirety of the floor they were in had no more doors, windows and half of the walls had been torn down. Mountains of squirming bellies ballooned behind them, looming in all of their motherly glory as legions of seekers took billions of eggs by force. "Still going at it?" Ginger would have a couple tens of thousands of children by the end of the year. Xoi licked his lips at the thought. He'd have to warn the big guy's maternity complex to expand the facilities yet again.

"Uhm... yeah." Ginger blushed, unable to move or hide his shameful virility as every movement made him cum harder, even breathing was pleasurable as his balls screamed to be emptied completely. And yet they had grown bigger.

"I can tell." Xoi smirked and marched through the swamp, grunting as he felt Ginger's cum around his taint and cock, threatening to turn him into an even bigger broodmother than the blimps in the distance. "You have cum roughly a fifty million gallons of thick... gooey... musky cum..." Xoi began to kiss his friend's cock, inch after inch, slowly but surely leaving a trail of messy kisses. "It's so thick..." Ginger blushed again, cumming a little harder as his output was bared so brazenly. "So dense I can barely walk." The massive taur whinnied as Xoi reached his flare and began making out with it, hugging it, licking it, frotting against the immense fifteen feet wide bulb and the titanic cum pipe above his head, dumping so much cum it was almost impossible. "I bet if I'm not careful I could end up pregnant..." Ginger came even harder, the hills a quarter of a mile away suddenly directly under fire as cum hit them, churning rock into sand. "I am so glad I take the pills or I'll be a big... messy... pregnant... mountain of belly." Xoi knew that Ginger would cum harder if he was teased in the right way, but the solid wall of cum impacting moments later onto the hills was something he had seen just once, the day they had met and the day he had milked a month's worth of cum out of the big guy in a single day. "Imagine me with my tight little tailhole kissing your flare and letting you cum in me so hard I'll become bigger than you..." The dragontaur murred, still making out with that flare, still humping and worshipping it.

Ginger whinnied and his nuts churned oh so hard the last remains of the airport began to crumble as if an earthquake had struck the area, the rivers and lakes of solid cum now wobbling, tidal waves spawning for miles as the horsetaur came harder than he had done in years, every last muscle and cell in his body pushed to the limit by a single, horny little taur. Xoi really loved his job after all.