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A massive dark orange feline took up half the grocery aisle, glancing along a row of yogurts. His arms are marked with long spots that could be mistaken for stripes, and his large canines reach his chin, identifying the feline more specifically as some sort of sabre toothed tiger. Long dreads draped over his shoulders, and he dressed in a baggy hoody and sweatpants.

Bespectacled brown eyes scanned over the different brands of yogurt in front of him. His shopping cart showed a healthy representation of bodily sustenance. Meats, carbohydrates, a helping of greens and fruits. The care this man took with his diet reflected in his physique, concealed as it was under his baggy clothing, but it didn't do much to hide his belly, a little of his treasure trail peaking out from under the hem. He might've eaten well, but he ate a lot.

He picked out a few different flavors, two of each. Kiwi raspberry, strawberry banana, and one he hadn't tried before, watermelon. He placed them into his cart, aligning them with a few other refrigerated goods he had, and walked down to the next aisle.

Amongst the vodka, wine, and beer, he picked up a bottle of spiced rum. Carrying it over to his cart, he stumbled, eyes wide as the quietest of moans escaping his lips.

An astute observer would have noticed the bulge in the cat man's sweats. It hid among the folds of the loose material, showing itself rarely when he walked, outlining a thick cock. One that seemed to be awakening.

The feline, one named Ruslan, recovered his footing and leaned over to place the drink into his cart. He placed a hand on the refrigerated door next to him, leaning on it to catch his breath, and hopefully his composure. He'd felt like someone had just gently caressed his balls, catching him entirely by surprise. He waited a few moments, and when nothing happened, he sighed in relief.

In an effort to avoid parading through the store with a barely concealed hardon, he thought of puppies, and continued to calmly walk down the aisle. Just one more thing on his list, and then he could go home, and maybe take care of this predicament.

<Last night...>

The sound of laughter burst through the door as it opened, shedding light from the outside porchlight into the darkness inside. Two figures, one the familiar tall feline, the other a diminutive smooth lizard, less than half the height of our friend Ruslan. He stumbled past the threshold into his home, his laughter dying down as he tried to find the light switch, paws sliding around the wall.

"And like, I wasn't even saying anything!" The lizard came after, the door closing behind him. Sleek and striped, probably a type of skink.

"Shut up," Ruslan chuckled, "They threw you out because of the rip in your pants."

"And who put the rip in my pants?"

Ruslan fingered the light switch, looking down at his guest, who stood looking like an offended aristocrat. He couldn't stop slurring his words, "Who put the rip in your-"

"You! Ripped my pants!"

Ruslan couldn't even remember his name, but he watched the lizard unsteadily walk into his home, slumping onto his couch. "And now, as repayment, I get to sleep in your house."

"You get to sleep with me?" Ruslan grinned. He slowly walked over to the couch, careful not to fall over, or to sit on the stranger.

Skink replied with a stern, "No."

"Sleep with me a little?"

By now, the big sabre cat had touched down on the couch, and was getting very close and comfortable to his guest, resting an arm around him. He'd managed to halfway slip his shorts down, showing just a bush and a peep of the beginning of his soft cock.

"Augh, alright." The stranger grumbled, and fished out Ruslan's cock. He looked up at Ruslan, watched him close his eyes with the biggest, dumbest grin on his face. "Sleepy..."

<At the foodmart...>

He'd been staring at the row of spices for a while now, readjusting himself. His erection was not going away at this point, at full mast and ready for action. Tucked into his waistband, Rusland regretted immensely his foolish decision to go commando. Nothing hid between the outside world and his cock except for a breathable mesh fabric, threatening to expose him if he moved too quickly.

The mysterious surges of pleasure haven't stopped either. He'd figured out they were coming from somewhere either in his ballsack, or even his prostate. He was at no liberty to investigate however. His only course was to finish this trip sooner rather than later. His face getting hotter, his eyes scanning for the last ingredient. There! Not exactly the Tuscan heat spice he was looking for, but "italian blend" will have to suffice.

<Back to the skink...>

The audacity of this big cat to just. Fall asleep? Barely minutes after they got home; after all the frisky talk at the bar; literally ripping a hole in the ass of his pants; and now this. The lizard, named Danior, was left disappointed. Watching the cat rumble out a snore, his eyes trailed down his barely buttoned shirt, to the cock in his hands. Might as well have some fun.

He trailed a paw across the cats thighs, watching for any reactions but getting none. Ruslan drifted in a world of dreams, unwaking. Pushing further towards the crotch, Danior massaged into the soft flesh, feeling the heat seep into him. He massaged the length with both hands, coaxing the meat to full hardness.

The lizard marvelled at it in the dim light, lightly pushing his paws up and down it's length, the leathery skin pulsing just beneath the surface with the cat's heartbeat. A shiny spurt of pre formed at the tip, and the lizard wasn't about to let such an invitation pass.

Leaning over, he wraps his lips around the tip, pushing his jaws to the limit. He probably wasn't going to be able to get this thing into him at all, but not from lack of effort. He orbited the head, slurping and slathering spit around.

Ruslan's cock reacted as all cocks should. The balls, still hidden in his underwear, began operation copulation, churning up cum and pre, the former pushing up through the cock and getting sucked up by the hungry mink. The cock grew harder, unimpeded by the inebrated state of its owner. The house was quiet save for the sounds of wet flesh against flesh.

In the spice aisle...

This was ridiculous. Lying on the floor, Ruslan stared up at the fluorescent lights. A spike in pleasure centered around his crotch had caused him to trip and fall. His prone form was noticed by a helpful deer passing by, wearing the store vest and nametag, "Elias."

"Oh shit, are you okay?"

The chirp of a cheerful voice contrasted with the despair in Ruslan, who groaned. "I'm alright, just slipped, my fault." Elias nevertheless crouched down to help the old cat up, quickly sensing that his assistance meant nothing besides the gesture. He felt the cats muscles ripple in concert, the finale ending in Ruslan standing at his full height, a head taller than the cervine.

"Thanks, I-" Ruslan looked away, pushing down a moan as his cock throbbed.

"Are you sure? You look like you're in pain, I can grab a first aid kit..." Elias' voice trailed off, a blush forming on his face.

"Really I'm fine, I just need to get home." Ruslan looked back, not hearing a reply. He saw Elias staring down at his crotch, and that's when he realized his cock had become untucked.

"Oh fuck, I am so, so sorry." Reaching down to adjust himself, tucking his erection back out of sight.

"No, it's..." Elias looks around and sees they are mostly alone, and summons enough brashness to make an offer, "Follow me, I'll help you out okay?"

Ruslan can hardly think straight at this point, and relief from this situation sounds like the best thing he's heard all day. He tucked his cock back into his waistband. "Okay, yeah. Lead the way."

Following the deer, Ruslan got to appreciate the deer's form. Curvy, with a lot to grab hold of should the desire arise, and his desire was rising considerably. They came to a door labeled "Employees Only" which Elias unlocked. Inside was a simple breakroom, some chairs and tables, a small kitchen. Ruslan leaves his cart outside, one last glance to scan the area but, nobody was coming after him. He wasn't sure who expected to be "after them" but the coast was clear nonetheless.

Past the breakroom, Elias opened a restroom door, "Uh, in here. Should be... secluded enough, I think." Ruslan ducked through the doorway, a sigh of relief as he brought down his sweats. His hardness bounced to attention, jutting out from him.

<And the mink did what?>

Danior was in heaven, his own erection left unattended, pushing out against his shorts. His focus lie directly in servicing sleeping Ruslan's grand spire. He found their size difference was enough that he could tongue the urethra. Whenever he did so, the cock surged and pulsed a cup of pre out, without him having to massage it out.

He abused this method until he managed to nudge his snout into the tip. Lost in a haze of somewhat-solo sexual intimacy, he didn't fret. Instead he moaned, the vibrations pleasuring the cock further. It was a tight fit, and much darker than the already dark room. Sound became muffled when he lodged his entire head into the beginning of the urethra. He couldn't tell if he was pushing himself in, or if he was being pulled, but he didn't care. Danior snuck his tongue out, licking across the fleshy walls, swallowing as much as he could.

Finding himself chest deep within the tube, he wriggled deeper, in for an inch, in for a foot, or however tall he was. It didn't matter, his still drunken mind convinced himself to fit all the way inside. Pushing his clawed hands in across his chest, he's able to reach forward into the slimy darkness, streamlining himself. The sound of the wet flesh sliding across his scales filling his ears.

The bulge he made on Ruslan's rhythmically throbbing cock slid down, mirroring the general shape of the lizard. His legs and tail extended from the tip, flailing around. The bulge all alongth length ever steadily sunk down towards the sac, still inside Ruslan's shorts. Inside, skink boy crawled himself closer to the source of the thick fluid, hungry for his fill. His entire body ensconced within Ruslan's meat, his hands ahead of him dipped down, feeling an open area. His head soon followed, smelling the strong scent of cum, and quickly the rest of him slipped inside, the cock eager to squeeze him in. Danior guzzled at the pool of cum he now found himself submerged in, and rubbing himself all along the testicle walls. Ruslan's one night stand had no care in the world, while Ruslan himself slept the night away.

The employee only restroom...

There was no time to waste. Elias saw the need in the big cat's eyes, and in the cock throbbing in the air. He knealt and took it into his hands, appreciating it's weight, rubbing it around the head and then moving to the base. There he noticed something. Did this guy's sac just... move? He rubbed his hands around it for a while, noticing it seemed larger than one would typically see of a man this size.

Ruslan drew his attention back to his needs, saying, "Usually I'm not this, ah, demanding, but I don't really need the teasing.."

"Right! Obviously, sorry." He leaned down and brought the head into his mouth. It was excited to be inside something warm and wet, spewing out pre that Elias dutily swilled and swallowed. Working around the head, to the pleasured groans from Ruslan, he slowly bobbed his head to make headway down the cock. Every bob going further than the last, every movement making the cock more slick, allowing him to slide along the length easier.

He got about three fourths of the way down the shaft before it poked into his throat. No worry, he's practiced enough for this. Pulling back, playing along the underside with his tongue, he put his hands around Ruslan's thighs and pulled himself onto the shaft. He let it spear into his throat with a soft gulp, not stopping until he'd shoved his nose deep into the cat's pubic bush, his chin resting just atop those large balls.

Ruslan panted, "Oh, fuck!" With the tightness and subtle massaging of the cervine's throat, the idea of grabbing the deer and skull fucking him until he came became more and more enticing, but the deer pulled off before it got there. "Fuck... That's a good throat you've got."

Elias looked up, holding eye contact with the sabre tooth as he bobbed slowly up and down the cock, really appreciating it. He understood his task. With the whole thing lubricated with his spit, his lips glide along the surface, allowing him to go much quicker than when he started. He bobbed up and down, not letting the head escape his capture, and making sure to bury into the crotch, grinding his nose against it and feeling the entire cock throb in him.

Ruslan truly did not need any foreplay or edging, his cock was loaded and ready to blow the moment they stepped into the restroom. His tongue hung out, breathily moaning as he was serviced. A few drops landed down on Elias, but he didn't seem to notice. His peak quickly approached, and he grabbed Elias's antlers and thrust into him, properly skull fucking him. His cock bulged out the cervine's throat with every push in, his balls slapping against his chin. With one last powerful thrust, nearly pushing Elias over, Ruslan shoved his cock down the deer's throat and let loose.

Elias felt the entire cock pulse hard, the balls along his chind rising up and pulsing in rhythm. They unloaded straight down his throat, accompanied by the slightest churning gurgle with each deposit. He could even feel the warmness of the load, radiating out from his stomach. He noticed a quiet moaning, coming from behind Ruslan.

This orgasm was trying to go for a record, Elias losing count after the eighth shot of cum dumped directly into his belly. He could still hear dull moans, outside the rough growls coming from overhead, mixed in with the pulses of the cock lodged nearly into his chest. He tapped against Ruslan's thigh, wanting to push off, but the cat didn't budge.

Elias's eyes were beginning to tear up from the overall effort, his lungs beginning to burn. He tried one last time to pull off, when something shocked him. He heard the balls make a gurgling sound, flexing against his chin, and then he felt a large moving bulge along the underside of the cock move past his lips, over his tongue, and down his throat. He felt whatever it was shoot down his throat, into his belly. That was also when Ruslan's orgasm ended relaxing his hold. Elias pushed off him and lay on the floor, taking in precious gulps of air.

"Fuck... that was really good. Really, I have to thank you." Ruslan sank to a kneeling position, leaning against the wall, moist cock still heaving in the air.

Elias found his breath. "What the fuck did you have in there?!"

Ruslan stared at him, while the deer pulled up his shirt and started at his own belly. It had swelled some, but while they both watched, they saw it move. The lizard inside trying to make himself known.