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Desert Milkweed feat. Moon the Vixentaur

By Danath

Freebies Vol. 84: Themeless Edition 2, Round 5

Moon © Moons7ruck

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Moon preened as the cute black and blonde rabbit fawned over her, waving a copy of her latest novel and a marker in his paws. They stood in one of the two aisles of the local grocery-hardware-general store.

"Oh, Miss Moon, your work is so fantastic, so earnest! I mean, reading the novel, it's like I'm actually there when Midnight defeats the assassins and rescues the hostage!" he said, leaning up on his tip-toes so as to see above the uppermost pair of breasts on the vixentaur's upper torso. "I'm Dexter and I own the bookstore at the end of the street. I've been selling copies of both of your books to everyone in town!"

The vixentaur's muzzle curled at the corners into a big smile as she nodded, ears cocked as the cute bunny extolled the virtues of her second book, which was proving to be even more successful than the first. She hadn't actually expected anyone in this small, sleepy little desert town to have heard of her, let alone enjoy her somewhat steamy action-mystery stories. In fact, she viewed the remoteness and climate as virtues of her new creative base of operations. Getting away from the constant interruption of the journalists, publishers, and fans to be able to focus on her next novel was the whole point. Still, she did like attention, and wagged her tail carefully behind her broadset hindquarters as she listened.

"I just can't believe you moved here! To our little village! Wow! Gosh, I hope you'll agree to do a proper signing at my bookstore, Miss Moon!"

The town was too small for any big box stores to bother with, and due to its distance from the highway, saw more traffic from ranchers than tourists or travellers. Dexter was short, though most everyone was short compared to the vixentaur, and exceedingly cute in his black button-up shirt, blue jeans, and a wide-brimmed hat with holes for his large fuzzy ears to pop through.

Glossy black fur covered Moon's arms from the elbows down, similar to the black socks reaching to her knees on her four wide, thick taurlegs. The fur on the back of her paws shifted as she scribbled her name on the inside of the book. She adjusted her large, wire-rim glasses as she leaned forward, handing the book back to the rabbit, who accepted eagerly. A little too eagerly, perhaps, because the small male tripped in his haste and fell forward, arms spread, into her tripled-up breasts.

The rabbit's arms sunk between the upper and middle set, while his hips bounced off the third set at the bottom. The dark blue sundress fluttered around the juncture of her upper and lower halves as the rabbit made some muffled grunts and squirmed, trying to regain his footing by shoving his paws against the only thing in reach. Moon's grin froze and her eyes closed halfway as she felt his fingers pushing against the dress, dragging the stacked-up sewn-in cups up and down, rubbing the fabric across the trio of large, dark gray bras beneath. The vixentaur's muzzle opened and her tongue flopped over her plump lower lip as she sagged a little on her haunches. There was no need to worry about the rabbit dislodging her clothes as he squirmed around trying to regain his footing. The bras beneath the sundress were made of a super stretchy and super strong material. Custom-designed and -ordered to keep not only the three enormous pairs lifted and supported at the same time, but for the other sets draping along her long taur underbody. Her nipples were made of sterner stuff, but she preferred to keep them from dragging so as to prevent any "accidents."

Eventually, the vixentaur and rabbit managed to disentangle themselves, though the small male was left far more flustered than Moon. Once you got to a certain size, she'd long ago realized, things like this just sort of happened. Better to go with the flow. The vixentaur licked her lips before putting her tongue away, opened her eyes, and patted the dazed rabbit on his shoulder.

"Woops, sorry! You okay? And yes, a signing would be great. I'm just getting settled into my new place, but I'll drop by your store in a few weeks. Do you have a card? Great!"

Being famous had its downsides. Moon was only a minor celebrity for her two works (and a bit of camwhoring when the rent was due and the writers block set in, but that was another time - now she did it for free), but the problem was how recognizable she was. It was hard to hide her upper torso in any meaningful way - the opulent teardrops were far too large, too full and ripe to be merely covered up instead of flaunted. The real problem, though, was the other four pairs hanging off her long, wide taur half. All eight jugs swelled and sloshed with her gait, supported by four more of the same style of super strong and stretchy bras that kept them from dragging on the floor. At least those four huge orbs, along with the constantly churning sac that filled the gap between her hind legs, could be mostly hidden with a simple blanket. Today, it was a dark green and gold blanket featuring a large, open-muzzled bear, and the initials "PSU" in white stitching around the edges - a souvenir sent by her alma mater upon the success of her first book.

Once the bookstore proprietor left, Moon leaned her upper torso back and stretched out her paw. She rummaged around beneath the blanket, under her tail, and pulled on the super-sized version of the same bra supporting her tits that kept her musk-laden nuts from dragging on the ground, grunting as she tried to reposition it a little more comfortably now that there was a significant amount of swelling going on down there. Maybe she'd just start going around naked from the hips down - it was legal for taurs anyways, and she only covered up to keep a low profile. But this little town in the middle of the desert, remote and isolated, was her new home, and since moving in to her fantastic new house a month ago, she'd been enjoying it very much. The vixentaur didn't want to upset any of her new neighbors.

Moon sighed as her huge balls sloshed backwards, resettling into the ball bra that cupped them from below. Her inner flanks constantly rubbed against them as she walked which sometimes caused them to roll one way or another.

"Uh... can I help you find anything else, Miss Moon?"

The cashier was young, in his twenties. He'd been at the store each time Moon dropped in, so he was probably the owner's son or something. She grinned. His eyes were fixated on the round bulges and orbs shifting around beneath the light blanket, especially where her paw was moving.

"Oh, no, thanks, that'll be everything."

The cashier already had her total ready, having finished while she was engaged with the rabbit.

"There you go, thank you, Miss Moon."

His gaze never lifted once.

"Thank you!"

Maloo almost bumped chest-first into someone else on her way out of the shop. The cougartaur deputy nodded and took a step back, holding the door for Moon as she walked past.

"Thank you, deputy," she said, grinning. She'd seen the cougartaur around town before. The uniform out here in the desert was a pale tan that nearly disappeared into the feline's bronze pelt. She was a little shorter than Moon and much more lean and lithe, especially her underbody, which was flat and smooth and did not feature endless rolling mountains of boobflesh like the foxtaur. The deputy had several belts, one around her hips, beneath her large pair of breasts, and another around the midsection of her taur half, which what was the tactical shorts snapped to, keeping them snug along her underside and providing a bit of discretion for the prominent male bulge between her hind legs.

"You're welcome, Miss Moon. Hope you're enjoying the town."

"Oh, it's wonderful! Everyone has been very nice."

The cougartaur grinned. "Yeah, it's a good place. I've been here for my whole life and can't imagine living anywhere else."

"Maybe you can tell me about it sometime," Moon said.

"Maybe I'll do that."

"See you later, deputy."

"Miss Moon."

The vixentaur smirked as she trotted away, bouncing and jostling along with her grocery bags swinging from her arms. She heard the cougartaur enter the store and greet the cashier.

"Hey, Don, what's the pollen forecast today? Oh, that's pretty high, isn't it?" but then the rest faded as the door closed.

There was one main road in town that sloped down in a straight line towards the banks of a long-dry riverbed. Sometimes the flats were used for racing or other events, but the town was so remote that traveling all the way made it difficult. That didn't matter for Moon's writing career - she could email as easily from the small desert community as she could anywhere else. Plus, the land was cheap, which meant she could include many more amenities in her new home that was custom built along a ridge overlooking the town.

The house was one story and featured a large balcony overlooking the desert and dry riverbed sprawling below the ridge and the outlines of pale blue mountains far in the distance. The windows were darkened and the roof was covered in solar panels. There were some moisture extractors and other hardware built in to manage water as well, but overall the rocky brown exterior of the house blended in with the landscape. The roof, being only slightly sloped to keep the solar panels in the sun as much as possible, also diminished its profile so as not to be an eyesore. It had a large, open backyard - actually Moon owned several hundred acres of land on both sides of the road. It had been, literally, dirt cheap, in that trucking in the fill dirt for the foundations alone had been more expensive than the deeds. She was lucky her books sold so well.

Perhaps the defining feature of the property, and it's many open acres, was the drainage. Moon bit her lower lip as she felt her sloshing sac squeeze her sheath forward into the furthest back pair and let out a little snort. That rabbit sure was a tease, she thought. Still, a little personal time before settling in for an afternoon of writing sounded good.

Moon waved her phone at her door, unlocking it. The tall glass slid to the side automatically and the vixentaur quickly walked inside. Moon hastily put away the groceries and started a pot of coffee in the kitchen. The house featured a mostly open floor plan, so the kitchen occupied one corner while the living room filled the center, including the door to the balcony. The house featured three bedrooms as well as a large tiled shower area big enough for even Moon to comfortably turn around inside without knocking into the walls. As the water boiled, Moon threw her dress from the kitchen to one of the giant foam pads serving as her couch in the living room. One bra after another followed, landing in a tangled heap on the floor. There was a loud twang and a curse when she removed the straps around her huge balls, but by the time the coffee was ready, so was she - fully in the buff and eager to work hard. The vixentaur needed a minute to find her laptop amidst the pile of house paperwork on the table. Her paw brushed aside a large pink envelope from the city with the words "POLLEN WARNING" in dark red on the front.

The vixentaur paused for a moment and scanned the envelope. Some notice from the regional weather authority about higher pollen counts? Well, that wouldn't matter to Moon - she never had allergies of any kind and was perfectly healthy. A memory came to mind - she remembered seeing something about high pollen counts on the news, too. Well, she'd look into it all later because right now, as her gurgling four-balled sac squeezed her hind legs outwards, making it hard to walk, she knew she'd have to take care of something a little more pressing first.

"Ah, here we go!"

Moon grabbed her laptop and was glad to see it was charged. She tucked it in between her upper and middle sets of breasts, which were heavy enough to pinch it into place and keep it there, then carefully walked to the doors to the balcony so as not to spill the coffee. The extra wide sliding glass doors opened automatically when she waved a paw over a sensor in the wall. A blast of hot, dry desert air blew in from outside, causing the dark brown bob framing the vixentaur's face to stream behind her triangular black ears. Her wide forepaws splayed across the artificial turf installed on the other side of the sliding door - a patch of vivid greet in the otherwise rocky and sandy landscape.

The vixentaur lifted herself up on her toes as she passed through the entrance. After living in the specially built house for two weeks now, she'd been learning there were still a few improvements to be made - like the raised metal sliders on the floor that tended to pinch at any of the eight plump pink nipples hanging from her lower taur half. Starting just behind her forelegs and continuing back in four neat, evenly sized pairs, the foxtaur's lower bosoms easily stretched to the floor were she to slouch. For a taur, she had very good posture.

The four pairs of enormous breasts featured the same white fur that covered the front of her upper body as well, dipping and weaving through three more heavy, full sets, before narrowing along the front of her neck and ending around the lower half of her jaw. Her upper body was surprisingly lean considering the heft and weight of the jostling, sloshing six-pack that trembled uncontrollably with every step no matter how carefully placed.

The artificial turf felt good under her paws as she relaxed a little once she got her wide hindquarters through. The vixentaur's four legs were chunky and thick, powerful enough to easily lift and carry her wherever she needed to go despite the extra baggage slinging around her undercarriage, which included not just her stunningly full quadrupled-up breasts, but a white-furred sac that put them to shame. Round, perhaps slightly oblong as gravity pulled them down, the deep white fur coating her very male sac splayed and stretched, especially where the sides squeezed into her inner flanks. Learning to walk with such a heavy pair took some time, but by now, the vixentaur had the hang of it, and, as gracefully as anyone with her assets could, she flopped down onto the turf and reached for her laptop.

The morning sun warmed the vixen's pelt as she stretched out. This was her favorite part of the house, and a big reason why she not only built in the desert, but in a fairly remote, secluded little town. Her lungs filled with the sweet scent of blooming desert flowers and her heavy jugs tussled for space on top of each other. Laying on her side, she propped up her head and tapped at her laptop with a claw tip.

Offers from publishers... offers from movie studios... offers from magazines and websites... everyone wanted a piece of Moon these days. The vixentaur smirked, then stretched lazily again. Success felt satisfying, she thought, as she rolled onto her back and let the sun wash down her pale white undercoat. The heat felt great on her thick, dark pink nipples as the array of fourteen plump nubs and wide aereolae pointed towards the sky. The vixentaur's hind legs idly kneaded one of the pairs in the middle as she grabbed her laptop and propped it up against her upper torso's top set.

She didn't bother replying to most as the rights to her wildly popular second book - A Vixen in Name Only - sold even better than her first, giving her the funds and means to finally build her dream getaway in the desert. Her lungs filled again as she tasted the air, enjoying the hot, dry, sauna-like sensation, as well as the natural scents of the desert.

Almost hidden, despite its girth, between her plump jugs and her enormous nuts, the vixentaur's thick sheath stuffed itself forward, growing and growing until the dark pink tip of her vulpine maleness sunk between the furry white orbs. Moon hummed to herself, basking in the sun, and teased her forepaws across her underbelly, groping and squeezing at the warm, soft fur covering her sensitive mounds.

A gust of hot, dry, breezy air ruffled the vixentaur's fur as she replied to a few emails, journalists, even the odd fan who found a way to contact her. She'd kept the location of her new home mostly a secret to avoid paparazzi, but after two weeks, none were to be found, and she could finally sunbathe the way mother nature intended. Her thick red shaft stretched further through the first set of breasts it encountered and plunged happily into the second. Another email came in, this one from her publisher about setting a meeting to discuss the timeline for the sequel, which Moon wasn't even sure she wanted to write yet. Not that she was the one-and-done type of girl, but it was fun to experiment. The throbbing red foxcock gave a warm, solid throb as it spread the third set and showed no signs of slowing. Her plump white sheath, meanwhile, filled even fuller and thicker around until it was much wide than the huge length jutting from it. The knot twitched, causing her furry white sheath to stretch even tighter, while her claw tips tapped away at the computer.

She was used to getting the occasional uncalled for boner. In fact, it was rare when she wasn't getting one, when she thought about it. But the vixentaur's attention didn't drift from her emails. Moon was long since used to her body's particular demands, but she also knew how to focus long enough to write several successful books. Putting off her growing arousal for a few minutes to respond to her publisher wouldn't be difficult.

The universe, however, decided to prove Moon incorrect. Wildly so.

A shock blast of lust rippled through her cock, then up her spine, spreading along the long lower back and upper torso into each of the heavy, full breasts. Moon's muzzle tipped back and a cry of pleasure echoed into the quiet morning sky above, while the laptop fell to the side and closed. The vixentaur's nostrils flared as she clenched her forelegs and hindlegs together, squeezing at her heavy breasts and enormous balls, while her arms did what they could with the three massive sets on her upper body. She groaned, gasping, as a fiery pleasure swept through her, setting her nerves vibrating. The thick white fur on her sheath stretched further before suddenly snapping back, forcefully ejecting the enormous vulpine knot, and the long arousal speared the fourth and final set of enormous breasts arranged along her underbody.

On cue, fourteen nipples tensed, then released. Sprays of warm, creamy milk rose four or five feet into the air before gracefully raining down around the wriggling vixentaur's outstretched body.

"Ahhhh! Oooooh, oooh myyyyyy!"

Moon's eager squeals of pleasure grew as her cannon of a cock reared back, dragging through her heavy breasts, before pumping forward, stopped only by the size of the knot against the first set's spread cleavage. A wrist-thick stream of thick white seed arced over Moon's upper body and splattered across the rocky sand beyond the balcony's edge.

"Nnnggghhh... what's... going on?" Moon gasped. "Not... again! Nnnffff!"

The vixentaur barely managed to roll onto her side as she felt her nipples throbbing, fattening up further, growing moment by moment. It took less than a minute for her entire body to swell, plump up, thicken and ripen until she was kicking her legs and gasping for release. The thin streams forced out by the internal pressure in her aching, massive breasts would never alleviate itself. Her paws swept down, grabbing the nearest two, and squeezed.

Moon's muzzle and face disappeared behind her bob haircut for a moment before reappearing. The shuddering continued as she milked herself, groping at the full nipples eagerly, pulling and twisting until great sloshing bucket loads of milk and seed flooded her barren backyard. Her tongue fell over her white jaw as she panted and cooed. Each time her hindquarters thrust forward, her aching arousal tried to knot with her heavy breasts, sending sharp and needy pangs that made her toes curl, all twenty of them.

"Ahhhhh! Ahh, oh, yessss! Yessssssmmffff!"

When it does rain in the desert, the water doesn't get absorbed into the ground very easily. The dirt is too dry, too compact. It's usually not absorbent enough. So the water skates along the surface instead, gathering and flowing downhill. Which is what gradually happened as the vixentaur's slowly growing, plumping figure produced the first monsoon of the season. A wave of thick seed and milk crashed over the edges of the balcony, turning Moon's new cliff-side house into a waterfall. The rushing waves gathered strength before crushing through the old wooden fence at the edge of her property, then headed down the hill towards the main road into town. Moon couldn't stop even if she wanted to - the pleasure of her flesh was all she could focus on. Her aching, veiny arousal, the huge knot pounding against her heavy tits, the taste of her own nipple as she tugged one of her upper bosoms to her muzzle... she didn't plan on stopping this anytime soon. She couldn't, not as every quivering moment sent lustful shocks up and down her achingly hard, throbbing arousal.

Her wide hips grew even wider, though the foxtaur's chunky legs still weren't quite wide enough to contain the immense white sac, which draped outwards and pulled away. It tugged her cock out from between the valley of milky breasts lining her furry white underbelly, only for the enormous member to flex back in with a wet, solid thump. Moon's eyes closed as she felt the orgasmic pleasure continue to build and swallowed her own thick milk with greedy laps of her tongue. She couldn't even tell how big she was now - stretched out on her side, her stacked-up breasts were still wider than her backside both above and below. She wasn't even sure that her legs would be able to stretch to the floor around all the new mass stretching and filling her from within.

Soon the unstoppable orgasmic lust turned the waterfall into rapids. The vixentaur's muzzle disappeared beneath the pungent, musky mix of seed and milk as her forelegs clamped around her oversized erection, trying to keep the huge thing pinned, but causing the massive blasts of seed to fire at her upper torso instead, coating her again and again in gallons of stickiness. Her immense balls creaked as the production increased further, amping up as her whole body swelled, thickening in every direction, until the moaning and keening vixentaur's emissions fired off the balcony with the force of many fire hydrants.

Eruptions of vixentaur energy eventually battered down the fence entirely and swept away the pieces. The road turned into a river, and while some drained off into ditches, a majority of Moon's production traveled straight through town. A knee-deep flood of fast-moving musk, it caught several pedestrians unaware along the way, carrying them off through the main street for a few blocks before dumping them on the edge of the dry riverbed a few blocks away, at the end of the road. It was not a large town, but the spectacle drew nearly everyone who lived there out to see what was happening. Even at the far end of the main street, where the road ended and the dry lake bed filled in, if one listened carefully, they could hear the vixentaur's high-pitched moans.

The townsfolk, of course, felt the need to investigate this strange occurrence. They tracked the source easily enough - all they had to do was walk up the hill to the new house built over the past few months. Didn't some rich author live there? You know... the vixentaur?

Trudging through the rushing waves of knee-deep milk and spooge, the cougartaur deputy that Moon met earlier at the general store used her broad stance and powerful legs to keep her balance. She was already on that end of town, so she was the first to make her way up the hill to the new house on the outskirts.

Once on the side of the house, the cougartaur was able to shake off the sticky globs and pound on the door. The plaintive moans and echoing cries of the vixentaur's ongoing episode rang out in the air, so the deputy made her way around the side of the house and climbed the stairs to the balcony, which started on the ground and then turned the corner at the top.

The vixentaur's engorged figure pulsed and throbbed. The cougartaur deputy stared in shock as she watched Moon's four-balled sac, by now nearly as tall as she was, fire another flood of seed over the edge of the balcony. The cougar couldn't believe it - the vixen was big, sure, but she wasn't this big! And the smell of it! Having waded through it for several minutes already, she thought she was prepared, but up close to the source...

The deputy's forelegs trembled and the seams of the tan shorts wrapped around her hindquarters stretched as a wave of pleasure rolled through her body. She bit her lower lip and then tried to stiffen up to report in.

"Deputy Bugle here. I'm at the scene, nothing to worry about. Just a bad pollen reaction. Must not have known she was allergic."

"Happens every year, don't it?" someone said back over the radio.

"Yeah, I'll make sure the area stays... uh... secure."

"Yeah, just be back to work by Monday."

Bugle grinned as she shifted her paw away from her shoulder-mounted radio to the swells of her chest. Her plump nipples shoved forward at the ends of her heavy jugs as she watched the writhing vixentaur's swollen body shuddering and sloshing. Sprays of milk splattered across her forelegs as several pairs of huge, white-furred vixen tits bounced across the decking. Between the cougartaur's hindquarters, the outline of her growing maleness surged against the fabric, shifting and pulsing as a large wet spot grew at the tip before clear cougar pre dripped to the deck between her hind legs.

"Ms Moon?" Bugle called out, stepping around the side. She reached into the front pocket of her uniform, stretching her arm to get to where her heavy breasts pushed it, and pulled out a nasal spray bottle. "I've got some anti-allergen medication here that will help control the pollen reaction!"

"ANnnnnggghhffffffuuuuuuuuuu!"

Geysers of seed erupted from the vixentaur's cock. Bugle moaned and shifted, dancing back and forth on her hind legs, as her aching member throbbed. The cougartaur had to squeeze her upper body forward and shove at the swollen, milk-laden breasts to get to the vixentaur's head. With a practiced jab, the cougartaur delivered a few squirts of saline solution laden with an antiallergen specifically designed for this region's peculiar flowering seasons. Between Bugle's hind legs, her twitching flanks spread as her shorts ripped to pieces, leaving only the tactical belt remaining. Several feet of big cat cock slapped forward onto the decking as a surprisingly huge pair of balls descended and bounced.

"NNnnfffff! Though it doesn't work 100 percent, you know?" the cougartaur grunted.

Moon's eyes blinked. The cannon of vixencock throbbing between her tits cooled somewhat, fired less explosively, as a warm and soft sensation spread from her head down through her body. She could actually think and string a few sentences together, and the overwhelming growth appeared to have mostly stopped, though she was still nearly twice the size she was before.

"Deputy?" Moon gasped. Gallons of milk and cum drained from her upper body as she rolled onto her sides. "What... what are you doing here?"

"Your little pollen reaction put Main Street out of commission for a few hours already," the cougar said. "Guess it's your first year here, but the desert milkweed pollen isn't anything to mess around with. You'll want to keep this on hand."

As Bugle turned around, her wide, glossy gold hindquarters swung towards Moon. Bugle set the nasal spray bottle on a small table near the door, but then gasped when she felt something envelop her balls. Vulpine arms dragged her hind end backwards, causing them to flatten across several of the vixen's pairs of heavy, warm breasts. The cougartaur moaned as she felt her arousal thicken, especially once the lustful vixentaur's paws found the base.

"Hey, now, we just met, and maybe we shou-hoooooo hannffff!"

Bugle's eyes closed as the vixentaur's heavy body smothered her from above. Moon simply rolled over, surrounding the cougartaur completely in over half a dozen pairs of heavy, full, warm breasts. What was more, a massive arousal pressed down along Bugle's spine, keeping her underbelly pinned and her legs splayed. Beneath, her own enormous arousal throbbed and pumped. It jutted backwards, beneath her heavy nuts and past her hind legs, and released regular pulses of musky pre. She gasped as she felt the vixentaur's eager hips dragging backwards, but when she realized what the powerful vixentaur intended, her eyes snapped open wide.

"W-wait, it's too- hurk!"

Moon's upper torso flung backwards. Six fat, heavy breasts bounced and jiggled, each huge orb far larger than the vulpine head attached above. Fat pink nipples fired in tandem, sending waves of thick cream to drip down the sides of the balcony. Moon's forelegs spread around the outer swells of her forwardmost pair of underboobs, which were themselves spreading around the upper torso of Deputy Bugle. Moon's other heavy underjugs covered the rest of the golden-furred feline, pinning her down.

There wasn't any foreplay to be had here and lube was not an issue. Moon's high moans were even louder than Bugle's gurgles as the hypersized vixentaur's arousal surged forward, filling the cougar and stretching her hips wide. The feline's lower belly shifted and swelled, fattening rapidly. Bugle's fur stretched several feet outwards in all directions every few seconds as the vixentaur's eager lower body sunk down, pushing in deeper. Within a few sloppy, wet thrusts, a spray of thick white vixenseed gushed from between the cougartaur's open muzzle, which was itself buried between Moon's massively oversized tits. In fact, the only parts of the cougartaur that could be seen at all beneath the aroused vixen's shifting, lurching, plumped-up bulk was the growing golden belly filled with untold gallons of vixenspooge.

"Nnngggffffffff... ooooh, yes, yes! Oooooh, you're so... tight!" Moon moaned.

There were some gurgles in response before the tightness increased. Moon's hindquarters slapped downwards as she used the cougar's own swollen balls and belly for purchase. The vixen's four-balled sac smacked down, driving her maleness so deep that Bugle was forced to lean her upper torso forward, as her upper body's figure bloated just the same as her lower half. And Moon wasn't about to stop there... the oversexed vulpine's claws stroked through the cougar's bellyfur - what little she could reach - as she felt herself being lifted into the air. It was like straddling a waterbed - a tight, hot, squeezing, clenching, squirming waterbed.

There was no stopping it. Moon hilted.

The cougar's upper torso distended, especially her neck. Bugle's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her jaw stretched open. Huge gushes of pungent vixenseed exploded from within before the pointed tip of the vulpine cock speared past the cougar's plump lips. The feline taur's hind- and forelegs dangled down the sides of her swollen underbelly as her entire length slid down the massive vixen cock, stopping only when the silky golden hindquarters mashed up against Moon's fat, angry vixen-knot.

There was pressure, tremendous pressure, and both vixen and cougar felt it as the huge weight of the many-breasted red and white taur smooshed down into the bloated, flooded body of the cougar beneath. Moon's eyes squeezed shut and she reared back, even pushing her whole upper body away from the cougar with both forelegs. Her six upper breasts fired off rich streams of milk as she desperately pawed at all of them she could reach, while her massively overgrown maleness popped forward. The cougartaur's swollen body lurched backwards, pulling the massive knot in, which had the other effect of shoving the tip several feet past the deputy's bulging, stretched jaws.

For the first time since she started growing, when Moon came, she felt some relief. Fountains of seed, thousands of gallons, as much as she'd fired off every second at the height of her allergic reaction, cannoned down her shaft, rippling through the bloated under and upper bodies of the cougar before restarting the flood down below. Waves of seed and milk cascaded over the balcony as her weight fwomped back down and her forelegs spread around the cougar's swollen sides. With the sloshing, rocking motion of the inflated feline's body supporting her, Moon found it easy to grind her immense, veiny knot back and forth until she was going in for a second mind-shattering orgasm, then a third and fourth. The feel of the cougar's tight, hot body, long enough to actually wrap around more than half her length, drove her on and on as the hours passed.

Eventually, her massive jugs and overfilled nuts emptied. Her huge cock was still bigger than it had been, but at least it felt like she'd be able to walk despite the growth. It took several more hours, well past sundown, before Moon was able to pop her half-hard knot free of the cougar's backend, and several more minutes of grunting, tugging, and dragging before the cougartaur's huge, swollen body began to properly drain for the first time.

Both collapsed in the puddles they'd created, exhausted and completely worn out.

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Several months later...

"Hey, Bugle, the town really changes during pollen season, don't it?"

The cougartaur grinned as she listened to the familiar voice on the radio before pushing the button to reply.

"Sure does... though I can't say I mind too much!"

Bugle's eyes drifted from the front of the bookstore, where a long line of eager patrons waited to get a chance to say hello to the renowned author inside. Any of the local fans got their signatures long ago, so the line featured primarily out-of-towners and tourists who came to the small, sleepy desert village for the semi-annual Milkweed Festival. While the two-legged customers appeared regular in shape and size, the four-legged taur book enthusiasts displayed prominent symptoms of the milkweed pollen allergy: distended breasts, oversized balls, and a constant leaking of milk and seed that flowed into the full gutters on both sides of Main Street. The gutters were deepened and improved, but could still barely contain the swollen loads it carried out to the glistening, milky white lake at the edge of town.

Bugle herself suffered no less than anyone else, though she was taking copious snorts of the anti-allergen medication to combat the effects - at least while she was on duty. Still, like every season, the pollen-hardened cougartaur couldn't prevent the wet spots forming on her covered underbody or uniformed upper half. Like the few other full-time taur residents of the village, she'd long since learned to monitor her own symptoms. The tourists and travellers, on the other hand, seemed to relish in letting themselves grow right up to the edge of losing the ability to think. Most of the taurs in line sported massive nuts big enough to scrape on the ground or tits so huge they had to squeeze through the doorway.

Other taurs trotted up and down the sidewalks, some using slings or supersized bras (sold by the local general store) to support their oversized assets. Others stopped by doorways of local shops to purchase pollen jam, pollen cookies, pollen shampoo and conditioner, or any of a number of milkweed-based products created by local businesses. Thanks to the non-stop tourist rush of the Milkweed Festival, the local business owners found themselves unable to say a single negative thing about the nonstop parade of lewdness. They didn't see the flopping cocks, dripping tits, and moaning, groaning, public displays of desire for all of the dollar signs in their eyes.

The visitors themselves camped out, paying a nominal fee in order for Moon to hire a few event organizers, caterers, and security guards, plus trucking in extra food and water. The taurs slept in tents or trailers or other temporary housing for as long as they stayed throughout the festival. Thanks to Bugle's relationship with Moon, the deputy was in charge of event security and had a constant stream of hired guards appearing before her throughout the day, despite the relative lack of problems in the campsites. Most of the taurs were too busy getting horny for anyone to bother stealing or threatening or fighting, so most of the guard's duties devolved into finding missing campsites when a flash flood hit or mediating campsite arguments when taurs outgrew their designated campsites.

Bugle was, in other words, a busy cougar. Today, though, she was able to get away during lunch and, holding her copy of Moon's newest novel - which just so happened to feature a deputy cougartaur - trotted inside the bookstore. The deputy took advantage of her uniform to skip the line.

"Deputy! Good to see you again!"

The vixentaur sprawled across the floor behind a tall table, with her upper body leaning forward to sign the books and chat with the guests. The vulpine's enormous chest spilled onto the platform, with the uppermost pair sliding back and forth across the top while her lower two pairs fought for space beneath. Her plump, fat pink nipples throbbed, constantly dripping and leaking steady rivers of thick milk that dribbled down onto the tarps below, which funneled the thick cream out the back door, through which her long hindquarters extended out of view.

"Miss Moon. Just came to get my copy of your new book signed while I'm on my lunch break, if you would be so kind."

"Sure thing, Deputy! Glad you could make it!"

"I don't think anyone expected you to finish a third book so quickly," Bugle said, smiling at Moon.

Moon's forelegs tapped the floor as she rested her body on the flattened swells of her underboobs. Using the marker pen in her paw, Moon leaned over and signed the cougar's book, while a line of other bookstore patrons waited impatiently behind.

Not to mention the twice-yearly seasonal flooding of the dry riverbed and flats beyond that became a tourist sensation - and thanks to Moon's ownership of the surrounding land that it happened on, she was able to have professionals organize the event to keep it from becoming a nuisance for the city. The desert milkweed, once considered a nuisance, was now seen in a wholly different light when the fragile pink blooms appeared across the milky desert floor.

"Say, have you seen Dexter around? I wanted to put in an order," Bugle asked, taking her book back.

The vixentaur smirked, then shifted her hindquarters out of sight beyond the door to the back. There was a wet sloshing noise and a gurgle. Bugle's lips spread into a grin.

"You know Dexter," the vixentaur said, shifting her hind end around again. "Wouldn't even wait until after... hnnfff... the signing..."

"Well, it appears I might just have something to investigate," the cougartaur said with a grin as she padded away, allowing the next customer to approach. "Looks like my order will have to wait. I'll see you out back..."

The End