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Luvian in "Helping a Coworker"

By Danath

Freebies Vol. 84: Themeless Edition 2, Round 3

Luvian & Chelsey © Luvian

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As far as decorating an office went, this job wasn't the most difficult. Luvian glanced around the small outer office for the secretary and the larger inner office for the manager. The new department leads and employees would arrive in two weeks, but the rest of the team of interior designers were summoned away to a more pressing project. Luvian, being one of the more junior designers, was given the task of finishing the last large office remaining on the thirtieth floor of the tower, which involved new wallpaper, carpet, furniture, and personal touches - a lamp here, a painting there. Luvian prided himself on his attention to detail when it came to finishing a room. Apparently the place was a real mess after some sort of accident a few weeks before, but now it looked brand new, though entirely empty. There was no furniture, decorations, or even a throw rug!

Unfortunately, because Luvian was the only one left from the larger team, moving some of the furniture himself would be difficult. The solution came via Luvian's boss chatting with the on-duty Securitaur, who was there because all of the computer workstations were wired to the main network already. The big Newfietaur cheerfully agreed to the request, seeing as he was posted on this floor for the next two weeks anyways, and it was always a good thing to have some inter-departmental cooperation, sure, no problem. You say it's Luvian, the wolfbird, that's decorating the office? Oh, sure, we get along famously.

And so on. Luvian's boss was very impressed with Chelsey, which was clear when he delivered the news, with clear instructions to keep the Securitaur happy.

Luvian, of course, knew Chelsey. His rump twinged at the memories of the party a few weeks ago. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of the enormous canine since that night. But Luvian was sure he was looking at Chelsey now - every foot of the enormous Newfietaur's awe-inspiringly large body - as the big male padded out of the elevator.

"Oh, hey, Luvian, looks like we'll be partnering up for a few weeks."

The gray-furred wolfbird's eyes traveled up the tall, muscular Newfietaur's forelegs, past the thick ruff of darker brown fur forming lines down his hips, and up the treasure trail no doubt hiding behind the tight black SynTech Securitaur uniform. Trying not to let his feathered tail rustle too much as it draped down the back of his legs, Luvian tore his gaze away from the very firm, thick pecs and biceps to the Newfie's face.

The Newfietaur sat down, dropping his hindquarters to the floor. The Securitaur uniform, in addition to the dark black button-up shirt and optional jacket, included black gloves for hands and feet, a belt full of useful gadgets like the radio, and, of course, a coat with the SynTech logo across their long lower bodies. Sitting down as he was, the straps that wrapped around his broad underbelly to keep the coat in place held the shaggy brown, tan, and gray fur along his underside upwards, giving a clear view of his enormous package. Like most Securitaurs on duty in the building, Chelsey rarely wore the optional attachment to the uniform that would hide the thick, cream-furred sheath and watermelon-sized balls packed between his wide hindquarters. The big Newfie grinned and crossed his arms over his chest as his thick sheath draped forward, full and heavy with an obvious weight to it. Luvian's gut churned.

"Sorry I didn't get in touch with you after that party. Got sent on an assignment, you know how it is," Chelsey said, an apologetic look on his canine muzzle. "Anyways, why don't you show me what you need moved? Hopefully I can make it up to you!"

Luvian took shallow breaths and kept his gaze carefully elevated. His large gray wings rested on his backside and only twitched a little as he carefully held a picture frame in front of his hips.

"O-of course!" he said. How could the big Newfie act so casual after what happened the last time? "Uh... the desks and chairs are by the elevator over here..."

Luvian led the way around the offices, through the halls and past the cubicles. He could feel the Newfietaur's massive presence behind him, though the big canine was surprisingly light on his feet despite his size. He towered over Luvian by several feet and, considering his muscular lower body, weighed inordinately more as well. Luvian's head spun as he focused on putting one foot in front of the next, though he couldn't stop the rapid twitching in the base of his feathery tail as memories of the Newfietaur flooded back into him. The smell, the heaviness, the power...

"These boxes here, right?"

Luvian's head snapped around. He'd been daydreaming. That wasn't good. Still holding the picture frame in front of his hips, he nodded and hoped he wasn't visibly blushing.

"Yeah, those right there, all those boxes go into the office we came from."

Chelsey showed no hint of lewdness, no playful attempts at "interrogating" him, and Luvian wondered if perhaps the display earlier was just... coincidence? Maybe Chelsey wasn't going to jump him at the earliest opportunity. Luvian was a little relieved - he did only have two weeks to get the offices finished.

"Right, I'll just take these - woops, sorry!"

Luvian, distracted by his thoughts, failed to notice the huge Securitaur backing up towards him. The wolfbird let out something of a squawk that was quickly muffled as his face disappeared into the big canine's low-hanging balls. The wolfbird's muzzle disappeared entirely before, as if he were experiencing it all in slow motion, he rebounded off the warm, musky sac and fell backwards onto his rump, nearly bruising his tail.

"Oh, wow, sorry about that. Here, let me help you up."

Still holding the entire desk in one arm, the Newfie braced his forelegs, leaned down, and grasped Luvian's paw.

"My bad. You alright?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine."

"Alright, let's get this office done, huh?"

Luvian squinted at the back of Chelsey's head. Had that truly been an accident? Was the big taur messing with him? Regardless, the wolfbird stuck a paw down his pants and readjusted himself, hoping his erection wouldn't show through too much. His nostrils flared, still full of the scent...

It was going to be a long two weeks.

The wallpaper looked alright, fortunately, but Luvian looked a mess when, several hours later, he'd finished the majority of the bigger, simpler projects like positioning furniture on the new area rugs and such. Chelsey really came in handy - the Newfie could lift just about anything with ease. Luvian tried not to gawk too much as the taur's huge arms swelled with muscle that rippled all the way down his broad torso and through his lower half, leading right to the fat, juicy, plump, musky shea...

"Oh, watch out!"

For the fourth or fifth time that day, Luvian found himself thrust against the Newfie's warm sac, only this time, his back was to the office wall. Chelsey's weight squeezed back, blocking out the light for the wolfbird, whose open muzzle filled with the bulging, sloshing balls. The heat of the huge sac rivalled the heat in his cheeks as his nostrils flared, pulling deep on the Newfie's dense musk.

Luvian's face returned to the light a few moments later once Chelsey recovered his footing, having slipped on an area rug. The wolbird nodded automatically and made assurances he was fine as Chelsey promised to track down some of those anti-slip mats to put underneath. It wasn't until the wolfbird was back in the hallway, out of sight of the taur, that he leaned over and clenched his paws around his bulging pants. The painfully hard erection throbbed through the fabric as his nostrils inhaled as deeply as he could. A wet spot appeared near his fingers and he groaned. His balls ached like mad. How was he supposed to concentrate on his job like this? Maybe, he thought, I should run off to the restroom for some relief... no, the dogtaur would smell it for sure.

Was the Newfie doing this on purpose? He just couldn't tell. Either Chelsey was a great actor or he, Luvian, was reading far too much into things. Securitaurs were known to be clumsy, after all. Everyone had stories about running into them - literally - in the halls and around the campus. They were a little famous for it, despite how good they were at everything else they did. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Either way, Luvian walked quite stiffly to the elevator at the end of the day.

"Thanks for all the help, Chelsey," he said, holding his messenger bag across his lap as he faced the big canine. "I'll see you tomo... row. Oh."

Luvian's eyes wandered, as was their want, from Chelsey's grinning black-furred muzzle. He found himself peering between the big taur's forelegs. Chelsey was sitting down again, and as the elevator doors closed, Luvian realized the thick, dark red shaft draping out of the shaggy pale sheath was Chelsey's monstrously large arousal. It was glistening, half hard, and inviting, with the powerful bulge of a knot still hinted at inside the full sheath... but the elevator doors closed. Luvian blinked. His jaw snapped shut, and he wondered if he'd just imagined it. The lights on the floor were kept dim since nobody was working there yet. And he was tired. Right? That was all. He was getting worked up and imagining it.

Luvian arrived at the work site a little early the next morning and found Chelsey already waiting for him.

"Hey! I brought you some coffee!"

Luvian took the smaller of the two mugs proffered by the muscular taur and nodded. Pretending to look around the office as he sipped his drink, he chanced a glance at Chelsey's undercarriage, which currently showed nothing more than the outline of the sheath and sac amidst the shaggy, deep fur. The Newfie's coat glistened, as always, gleaming with its patterns of dark and light browns and whites. The wolfbird realized he was staring and quickly glanced away as he took another sip.

"Well, let's get started. You made good progress yesterday, right?"

"Yeah, we got a lot more done than I figured," Luvian said. "Definitely ahead of schedule. Looks like I may be finished with this project early."

"Great! Glad I can help! Just point me towards the heavy stuff!"

The Securitaur grinned and curled his biceps while twisting his upper body. He also lifted one foreleg as the flex caused his pelt to shift and drag against the dense muscles mostly hidden beneath the fur. Luvian stifled a groan. This had to be on purpose. Right? But then again...

And so passed the morning. The Newfie's hips and haunches managed to stumble into, on top of, and over the wolfbird half a dozen times by lunch, each time accompanied by profuse apologies. They were working in a tight space, small quarters, you know, and sometimes it's hard to see in the blind spots, you understand.

All Luvian knew was that he couldn't breath through his nose without getting a ball-churning whiff of pungent Newfie musk.

When the gray wolfbird went to a cafe on another floor in the tower for lunch, he realized a few of the patrons with sensitive noses gave him funny looks. Blushing the whole while, he grabbed his order and rushed back to the project floor as quick as he could.

Despite Chelsey's non-stop clumsiness, Luvian made excellent progress. By the end of the third day, he was down to some of the more mundane elements, like stocking pens and paper. He had a few more hours of work to do, but there was nothing heavy to move or pictures to hang that required Chelsey's assistance. The Securitaur chatted with Luvian as they walked to the elevator together.

"Oh, I picked up the shift tomorrow," the big taur said. "Normally I'd have it off, but the other guy called in. Came down with a bad case of something or other he caught."

"That's nice of you, but there's not much else to do," Luvian said. "Mostly the office supplies to-"

The wolfbird stopped speaking mid-sentence. His tail fluttered and his eyes jerked forward. When he'd glanced to his left, out of his peripheral, he'd seen the thick, half-hard length of the taur's maleness bobbing up and down, bouncing off of his furry underbelly.

"What was that?" Chelsey asked as they got to the elevator doors.

"Uh... I mean, just the stocks to office basic, I mean, stock the office basics, you know, penis- I mean pens! And paper. Uh."

It was no good. The wolfbird, once on the elevator, turned around and stared, eyes wide, as the big taur grinned.

"Oh, yes, very important, pens and paper."

The thick meat flexed. Within the sheath, the ominous bulge of the knot fattened up. The wolfbird's tail hung limp from his rump and his muzzle dropped open as his wide eyes stared openly.

"Well, Luvian, I'll see you tomorrow."

The doors closed and the wolfbird's ears, he realized, were folded back. Was there something... different... in the Newfie's tone? Luvian shivered as the numbers decreased, then inhaled his arms and chest. He stank of the Newfie's musk, just like the last few days. Between his legs, his arousal tensed and he winced. The blue balling started earlier every day - he'd thought about taking a quick break to take care of business in the bathroom after lunch, but the Newfie would be sure to notice the smell. But would he care? Luvian still didn't know if this was a big game and Chelsey was going to try to pull something like he did before. Not that Luvian would mind. His brain was getting more and more used to the Newfie's scent... he kind of liked it, after all... and the big taur was so powerful... so big and hung...

There was a ding and the elevator door opened. An otter in a business suit stepped inside, glanced down at Luvian's crotch, and then faced ahead with a smirk on his muzzle. Luvian shifted his bag and flushed with embarrassment.

The next morning, Luvian did indeed see the Newfie, bright and early and waiting, once again, with a cup of coffee for the wolfbird.

The wolfbird couldn't stop blushing. He'd dreamed of the big taur all night long. He'd woken to the scent still lingering on his fur because he put off taking a shower. Even on the commute to the building, he'd gotten a stiffy right in the elevator. Making eye contact was out of the question.

"Uh, hey, Chelsey, thanks."

"No problem! Got anything you need from me?"

'Oh, God, yes', Luvian thought. But he said: "Uh, no, I think I'll be done by noon and heading back to the main office, since we got everything done a week early."

There was a slight shuffling noise from the taur walking beside him.

"Oh? Basically a whole week before they expect you back?"

Luvian's ears twitched. What was that supposed to mean?

"Uh, I guess so, ha ha..." he said. His feathered tail twitched nonstop.

"All right, Luvian, I'll leave you to it. Stop by and see me before you go, though."

"Sure, Chelsey."

Luvian sagged against the wall after the taur left the office. His paw was in his pants a few moments later, trying to adjust the ridiculous hard-on that just wouldn't go down. His eyes closed as his paw went from readjusting to stroking, and his nostrils flared as he picked up the traces of the Newfie's scent. It was so strong, almost like he was still in the room.

"Oh, and Luvian, I brought lunch."

The wolfbird froze mid-stroke, and his heart jumped into his stomach. Cracking his eyes open, he got to see the Newfie's shaggy tail sweep out of the room. Had the taur seen him? Surely he had. Luvian groaned. This morning was going to be brutal.

The wolfbird left the office only once to get a few boxes of supplies and decorations like SynTech logos for the windows, and did his best to avoid the Securitaur along the way. He finished quickly, perhaps a tad sloppily, but nobody would notice a few crooked papers or scattered pens in the hustle and bustle of a brand new office opening.

The wolfbird poked his head out of the doorway to the office. The cubicle area beyond looked empty and he couldn't hear anything in the halls. He winced as his crotch grazed the wall, sending unending shivers up his spine as his balls throbbed. The job was done, he reasoned. No sense sticking around. The wolfbird put his raging arousal out of mind and focused on the floor in front of his feet. He'd made it not two steps out of the office doors, though, when a familiar voice made him freeze in his tracks.

"Hey, Luvian."

The wolfbird was about to turn, but a large, heavy paw dropped onto his shoulder. The big taur leaned over, draping his chin and jowls across the lanky hybrid's other shoulder. Luvian's wings, folded in and sticking up around either side of Chelsey's broad head, twitched and shivered.

"Already finished?" he asked. His lips slid against the wolfbird's cheek and Luvian huffed, stiffening completely.

"Y-yeah," he gasped. "J-just got done."

Oh, that smell, That delicious, musky canine scent. Deep and powerful, it was even stronger now than before. Luvian rolled backwards on his feet slightly, though the firm grip of the Newfie's paw kept him upright. The wolfbird inhaled deeply through his nose and his eyes lidded over.

"Good."

A huge arm wrapped around Luvian's head, blocking out the hallway light. He felt himself lifted as another arm wrapped around his belly and hips, carrying him effortlessly. He didn't bother struggling as he felt the bare fur of the Newfie's chest rubbing against his backside. There was no noise at all save the gentle growling of the Securitaur.

When Chelsey finally set him down, Luvian realized they were in the small guard post near the elevators. The guard post itself wasn't small, but it seemed like it when occupied by a burly Securitaur, especially one as big as Chelsey. Luvian leaned against the counter behind him as the big taur trotted in after, filling in the space. The wolfbird's gaze flitted down and was rewarded with a clear view of the canine's arousal, just as thick and hard as it had been at the end of the day yesterday. Chelsey's broad muzzle held a hungry expression and he licked his lips while grinning down at the wolfbird.

"Since I saved a week of work, it seems only fair you help me out with mine, right?" he said, stretching his paws out for Luvian. "I mean, fair's fair, right?"

Luvian gasped and moaned as he felt the large fingers pulling at his clothes, shredding and ripping them away. His wings stretched out and flapped before his shirt fell to the floor in tatters. There was no hiding his arousal once the massive taur got his pants off, either. Chelsey smirked.

"You know I could smell how hard up you've been, right?" he said. "I don't think you're half as subtle as you think you are."

Luvian tried to protest, but found himself buried in shaggy fur. Large paws pinned back his wings and squeezed his arms to his sides before thrusting him underneath the enormous Newfie's lower body. The heat was even more apparent here, as the canine's deep, rich musky scent was strong enough to make Luvian's eyes water even as he huffed it as fast as he could. Luvian's muffled squawks and moans barely made it through the giant taur's wide lower belly and forelegs as he settled down, with only his rear legs slightly lifted.

Luvian groaned as those hips dropped and lifted, sliding the thick canine stalk jutting from between the hind legs across his thighs and rump and back. Pinned between the taur and the floor, Luvian could do little but squirm as he gasped for breath under the big, musky canine's immense weight.

"Ooh, yeah... this'll make the shifts go by much faster," Chelsey rumbled. His large pink tongue hung out of the side of his muzzle as he worked his hindquarters, pumping steadily, nonstop, tirelessly on his powerful and muscular legs.

Luvian groaned. The weight of Chelsey's arousal was one thing. The warmth was another. But combining those two with the scent was just unfair. Luvian's hips twinged as his wings compressed under the bulk of the shaggy canine stomach. The thick maleness was probably thicker than the wolfbird's thigh. Luvian moaned again, stretching and shifting, pushing himself back against the thick stalk as it squeezed down into him relentlessly. The wolfbird lost all sense of time in the dark, warm, musky cavern, not that he had his eyes open anyways as that massive canine arousal ground his sense of self-preservation away one stroke at a time. He could have been under there for minutes or hours - had had no idea. At one point in the middle somewhere, he was aware that Chelsey's humping had led to significant leaking.

Luvian, of course, came several times. He didn't even need to touch himself. Just the threat of that huge taur-shaft plowing him open was enough to send his body into shuddering, orgasmic pleasure.

"Oh, I don't know if I mentioned it, but I picked up a few more shifts. They decided to use a 24-hour on-call system for this floor's security until it opens to save some money, but it means I'll get a lot of overtime," Chelsey said. Luvian wasn't sure what time it was when the huge belly finally lifted away, allowing a cold breeze of air to wash in and remove at least a little of the warm canine scent from the wolfbird's body. "Anyways, I'll be here until next Friday night. I'm really glad you offered to help me out with this!"

Luvian's brain, long since past mush, nevertheless found a few functioning neurons to process the Newfie's words. Next week. 24-7. Friday. Gradually, the idea of what that all meant formed in Luvian's mind, and the groan of expectation that followed could be heard all throughout the empty floor.

Of course, it wasn't all just frotting. Around dinnertime, Chelsey stood up, leaving Luvian squirming in a puddle of thick canine pre, and fetched a few dinners before returning and, like a nesting hen, settling back in over the wolfbird's prone body. Okay, it was just all frotting. Luvian wasn't sure if he'd be allowed to breathe clean air ever again, not that he'd complain.

They both fell asleep at some point. Luvian couldn't have known when, but he woke up on his back, wings pinned beneath his shoulders, with the turgid canine length shoved against his belly. The bulge of the knot, still embedded in the Newfie's sheath, throbbed rapidly against Luvian's own erection.

It had been quite the night. Luvian was plastered to the floor. Chelsey, despite sleeping soundly, was still shifting and humping, grunting from his dreams. The wolfbird wasn't sure, but through the mass of muscle and fur he was sure he heard the taur saying, "pretty birdy."

Luvian decided to have his own fun while Chelsey slept, working his paws along the obscenely thick and warm slab of maleness. Even considering the Securitaur's bulk and height, the Newfie's cock impressed. Especially the knot. Luvian's rump tensed as he leaned into the shaggy white and brown belly fur, both paws slipping inside of the thick white-furred sheath, shoving down alongside the warm, pulsing knot inside. Luvian groaned as he felt the thing tense and twinge in response to direct stimulation, and his own stomach knotted at the memory of the last time he'd felt Chelsey's thickness.

"Oh, good, you're awake," Chelsey grunted. "I could really go for some coffee. You want to come with?"

Luvian, both paws still wrapped around the canine's knot, looked through the big male's forelegs as Chelsey bent over to watch him.

"Uh... yeah, I'll go with it...you! I meant you."

"Perfect. I'll give you a lift."

Luvian's eyes widened as the Securitaur's body shifted, dragging the knot away from his paws. Chelsey leaned down and grabbed Luvian by the shoulders, flipping him onto his back and pushing his hips towards the base of the cock dragging on the floor. The surprisingly flexible Newfie was able to kneel down and lower his upper torso to reach while keeping the wolfbird firmly pinned between his forelegs. Luvian's muzzle filled with musk and fur as he felt the prodding tip grind between his thighs.

At no point had Luvian ever felt what a cock teased and frotted and edged overnight felt like. He couldn't say he didn't like it. The angry, throbbing tip spread him open, firing loads of pre-cum that, to the wolfbird, felt like buckets. The pressure on his shoulders from Chelsey's paws increased and, at the same time, his haunches scooted forward.

A long, high-pitched howl with a bit of a trill on it rang out, only to end in a loud, furry WHOMPF.

"Ahhhhh... can't believe I waited five days for this," Chelsey said. "Duty first, though, duty first."

Luvian's legs kicked and his tail, shoved unceremoniously aside, flickered weakly. His open muzzle sagged across the ground as he hung limp and only partly invaded by the thick canine arousal. He trembled and moaned, already feeling as though he were going to split in two, but Chelsey's fingers tightened their grip and puuuuuuushed.

Luvian's eyes rolled into the back of his head. His cock erupted, firing again and again, as his legs kicked and trembled. The Newfietaur's flanks trembled as well, resisting the urge to simply plunge into the tight, warm, squirming wolfbird. Chelsey slowed down a little, trying to enjoy the moment and make it last. His arousal ached, hard as it could be, and was like a steel piston pushing in, pulling out, pushing in slightly deeper, and so on, nice and rhythmic. Thick squirts of canine pre erupted throughout each cycle as the wolfbird's quavering, trilling groans dissipated into the taur's thick pelt.

"Well, that'll do for a quick coffee, anyways. Up we go!"

Something wrapped around Luvian's wrists and lifted them up, attaching them to the lower front clasp of Chelsey's SynTech security coat that draped over his taurhalf. The same thing happened to his legs, which were pulled up between the taur's huge sac and the insides of his flanks. Strung up like he was, Luvian could only twitch, squirm, and cry out as the taur's huge shaft plunged deeper than ever, especially once Chelsey took a few short steps. It was the party all over again.

"Ah, connected safely? Well, then, let's go!"

The wolfbird's belly visibly bulged with every little jaunty step the happy Newfie took. His thick erection sunk deeper, almost to the sheath, as the thick white-furred flesh slowly pulled back on the evergrowing knot inside. Luvian couldn't even moan as he was bounced and jounced, pumped to his limit and beyond as the straps around his ankle and wrists carried him forward and back. With Chelsey being so long, there was little chance of him coming off, though there was plenty of coming going on. Luvian left a trail of his own seed beneath him as they walked to the elevators, though his output was swamped by the productive Newfie's own abilities.

In the elevator, Chelsey shook his hindquarters in time to the music. Luvian saw stars.

It was only when the big canine taur pushed open the doors to the cafe on a floor higher up in the building that Luvian realized what was going on, and that he was being visibly, obscenely pumped full right in public in front of everyone. Surely there'd be a shocked scream, and he'd be reported, and lose his job, and... and... a host of terrible possibilities suddenly flooded his mind before the Newfie's gait drove him down onto the thick canine stalk right up to the sheath.

Chelsey coughed to cover the sounds of muffled moaning from beneath him. The shaggy, long-furred Newfie grinned at the otter behind the counter and placed his order - one super large coffee, black. Then, having paid for and gotten his drink, he turned and, with a nod at employees, trotted back out. Luvian, buried in fur and pumped within an inch of his life, was reduced to drooling and twitching as the bulk of the huge, partly hidden knot flexed against his cheeks. The outline of Chelsey's arousal showed in his belly as the Newfietaur increased his gait once out of the elevator, practically jogging back to the security office. Luvian almost hit the floor each time, but the running action also ensured he received the most intense pounding he'd felt so far. His cheeks burned and his belly surged, already round and full just from the big canine's precum.

Rather than go inside the small office, though, Chelsey paused at the door. He took a sip of coffee, then grunted and heaved his forelegs up against the wall. Luvian squawked as he fell forward, still impaled by the overgrown Newfie dick, backside arched as his wrists and ankles pulled him back.

"How about some cream with my coffee? Why yes, please, of course," Chelsey grunted, talking to himself. His forepaws shifted, with one remaining on the wall to support his lower body and the other draping around Luvian's shoulder. The wolfbird squirmed as the pressure forced the immense knot tighter between already widespread gray-furred rump cheeks.

The muscular Newfietaur's hindquarters pumped forwards while his foreleg pushed down. Chelsey sighed as he held his coffee mug with both of his paws, savoring the flavor while his underbody pounded the writhing little wolfbird on near autopilot. The huge stalk squeezed deep until Luvian gurgled and flexed his chest along with the curve of the tremendous shaft, only for the hindquarters to pull away, letting Luvian drop in the shackles and flop forward with a moan and a squirt.

"Mmmhhh... yeah, this'll really wake me up," Chelsey groaned, though Luvian wasn't sure if he was referring to the coffee or the mess he was making of the wolfbird's rump.

Chelsey set the coffee down on the counter with a clink, then braced his arms against the wall. Holding himself at the same 45-degree angle, he got his other forepaw around Luvian's shoulder and, with that, even more pressure. Luvian let out a low, long groan as he felt the massive knot flex and throb, a tight and hot ball of flesh that strained his thighs, let alone his tail hole. The wolfbird's muzzle fell open and he groaned again as the pressure intensified. Chelsey started to growl as the first third of the thick knot found its way into the small male's shifting, twitching body.

The Newfie figured out a solution quickly. Rapid, hard pumps seemed to do the trick. Luvian's squawk cut-off and was replaced by a gurgle as his belly bulged, stretching and distending around the incredible knot. Chelsey's forepaws forced the smaller male's shoulders down harder still, wanting to more than bottom out in the wriggling, hot little winged wolf. Luvian felt the heat rising inside as his arms pulled at the wrists, still shackled, completely filled, only for something to force his neck to straighten. His eyes widened as his head tipped back and his muzzle opened. A sea of thick white seed filled his open jaws like a cup running over, and then, from the center, the pointed, angry red tip of the Newfie's impossibly thick shaft. Luvian's belly clenched around the knot inside as his throat swallowed and rubbed and squeezed the rest. Thick gushes of seed splattered the wall and ran into the carpet as Chelsey swung his hindquarters even faster. The big canine's claws stroked over Luvian's shoulders as he came hard, fully sleeving the wolf in the process.

"Ooooh, yeah, that's a good wake-up call," Chelsey moaned, sagging forward, Luvian, tasting nothing but salty seed in his muzzle, felt the huge shaft retract back down his throat, only to slide all the way through again, forcing his mouth open and his cheeks to bulge. "Oh, yeeeeaaaaaah... this is gonna be the best week of work ever..."

Luvian's eyes crossed as the huge knot flexed inside of him again, forcing another spontaneous orgasm to make him tense up. The savage feedback loop continued all as Chelsey's beastly strong hindquarters kept up the tempo.

"Told you I brought lunch, Luvian..."

The End