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Scotty plodded slowly through the hallway, paw coming up to stifle another yawn. His body ached, his muscles were tight, he felt generally winded and exhausted, and he wasn't too happy to be awake again after what seemed like so little rest, but the smell of sizzling bacon floating through the house had been too much of a temptation for him to resist. The panther-taur turned into the next room, cursed as the feral lower half of his body bumped first against one corner and then the other, then in the living room let himself indulge in a vast, wide stretch, front legs first followed by rear, and finally stepped forward into the kitchen.

Sure enough there he saw Cynder's familiar backside before the stove, the kitsune's tails swishing and flicking down near her footpaws while she cooked. From here it was clear that she wasn't completely naked, what with the straps of the apron hanging around the back of her neck and then her waist just above the base of her tails. At least she had _something_on, though, especially while cooking bacon. The vulpine's ears flicked back at the sound of feline toeclaws tapping forward over the tile floor, and in another moment she glanced back over her shoulder at Scotty and smiled.

"Morning."

"Mornin'," Scotty rumbled in response, padding his way over to the table. Whenever he visited Cynder made sure to leave a space by the table open for him: the panther-taur stepped up, stretched his arms over his head, and settled his hind end down along the tile in his usual spot, the height and proportions of his body putting him perfectly level with the rest. "Wish I had your energy. No idea how you can be so spry after such a busy night."

Even over the sizzling pop of the bacon he still heard her little scoff and chuckle, and knew that her mind went to the exact same place his did. Scotty pulled himself a little closer to the table, at the same time adjusting his lower body's hind legs to try to hide the stir that the memories instilled in him; Cynder, meanwhile, grinned over her work and then looked over to him again, bright eyes flashing up and down his black-furred form.

"Yeah, well." She slid a prepared plate closer, then flopped the bacon strip by strip onto it. "I suppose you could just say I've always been, ah... an early riser."

"Yeah, it really seems th-"

Only then did Scotty look up to her again. The fox stood with the plate clasped in one paw and tongs in the other, halfway facing the taur where he sat... with quite a noticeable tenting poking out underneath the front of her apron, holding it well away from her body with a soaked stain that certainly couldn't be grease. Not from the bacon, anyhow. Once he had noticed, Cynder's grin widened and she reached down to flip her apron aside, bringing into view the thick, plump arousal that pulsed and twitched there between her legs, heavy balls stirring with the change in temperature. Her length hung forward and down away from her now that it was released from its confinement.

The taur felt his cheeks warm, and his own arousal strengthen. Cynder took a few steps over to the table, sizeable shaft swinging side to side as she walked, flinging little sprays of clear pre across the tiles as she went; when she bent over the table to slide the bacon into place, then, he also caught a whiff of her musk above the high, salty touch of the other presented meat. After she straightened back up, paws on her hips, apron caught back along the base of her sheath and balls, her hard shaft bounced up and jiggled beneath its own weight, then bounced again, and again.

Scotty finally managed to pull his gaze away, thankful for the table blocking her view of his lower half. "Yeah, yeah," he grumbled, reaching for one of the strips of bacon. "I get it. That's very funny."

"Hey, I'm only saying..." The kitsune headed back towards the counter and came back in another moment with three glasses: one held in one paw, one clutched in the crook of her elbow, and the other held around the tapered tip of her shaft, catching each little squirt and burst of foggy pre. "Giving you a full spread this morning, hon. Most people couldn't even dream_of eating this well for breakfast. And, besides..." After placing each of the other glasses down she leaned back, wrapped her fingers as far as they would fit behind the bulge of her knot still caught within her sheath, then squeezed, pulled, squeezed again, shivered, and proceeded to fill the third glass with ever-strengthening spurts of liquid pre. "You're gonna have _another full night tonight. You gotta - ah - eat up."

Another shudder bounced through her body and she nearly buckled at the legs. Now that glass's inner walls had fogged up from the humid heat wafting out from her shaft; she pulled it free with a gentle wet pop, her swelling cock pressing up against the walls, and then set it down on the table near Scotty's plate. The misty, foggy fluid inside sloshed around, halfway up to the rim. He looked at it, then up at her, then back to the glass, then up to her again, and hoped that his expression showed more of his feigned annoyance than his actual arousal.

The kitsune swept her fingerpads along the underside of her still-dripping tip, then slid those fingers into her maw. "I've got some pancakes coming up, too," she said, now sweeping the apron in front of herself again. "Usually the morning wood doesn't last this long, but - I thought you'd appreciate some homemade syrup on those, too."

Once she had turned her back Scotty gave another good attempt at a frustrated grumble, then reached for the glass, tilted it in, took a sniff, and delighted in the pulse of enjoyment it sent through his body. His own sheath plumped and stirred, and he tilted it back further until that thick liquid rolled back and coated his lips, then trickled in across his tongue as well. He shivered, shuddered, swallowed it back, felt the rich, musky flavor blossom in his mouth, and was immediately reminded of the previous night. Again he shifted the stance of his lower feral body, bringing his forepaws in to press and squeeze at himself.

"Also-"

He jumped at her voice, spluttered over the viscosity of the drink, and set it back down in hopes that she wouldn't notice.

"What time are you heading out tonight?"

"Uh-" Scotty wiped at his mouth to try to erase the evidence, though succeeded only in smearing her scent deeper into his fur. It was going to be a long day. "Little after sunset?"

"Mm... alright. We'll get you all ready by then."

~ ~ ~

Cynder lay back along her bed, one leg crossed over the other, twin tails splayed out to either side of her while she idly scrolled through her phone. It had been a smooth, easy day, breakfast leading to their usual relaxation on the couch and then a quick visit into town, then right on to getting the panther-taur ready for his shift at work come evening. The trip to the store had been regrettable - Cynder had really wanted to avoid putting any clothes on all day - but as soon as they had come home she had of course returned to her desired natural state, and knew from the look on Scotty's face that the panther's thoughts had continued to stir and swim ever since he downed the entire glass that she had served him this morning.

Two nights of fun in a row was nothing. The kitsune shifted her phone in her grasp and adjusted where she rubbed at her sheath with her other paw, three fingers hanging around the plump underside while her thumb teased and toyed with the stretchy skin right there at the lip, slick and moist from the half-arousal with which she had wrestled all day. Anticipation, energy, excitement all thrummed through her since Scotty's departure, and her gaze had flicked time and time again over to the nightstand beside the bed. Maybe,_she thought, _maybe now would be a good time...

Being a taur, Scotty usually needed to enlist some help in getting himself properly dressed. Sometimes Cynder's assistance resulted in delaying his departure some minutes, and tonight he had certainly expected as much: when the kitsune had slid around to his backside he had perked, straightened up, and halfway lifted his tail at the base, presenting that pucker of sweet pink skin through soft black fur... then deflated a bit when she had him lift one leg and then the other to tug a pair of panties up and press them into place.

"Hey," he said, trying to peer back behind himself. "Hang on a second. These aren't - my usual-"

"Yeah, yeah," Cynder had purred back. The seat of the panties held a lovely little device, malleable in adjustment so that they could easily fit into place without being noticeable from outside; she leaned in near his tail, tugged the waistband to make sure it was right, then settled it back in and gave a little press from two fingers just to be certain. "I know. I just picked these up for you and was thinking, well, y'know, I want you to try 'em on. See what they're like."

_ _

"Well..." Here he had craned around to try to see from the other side. Cynder had straightened up, reached down in front, and used both paws to quite thoroughly stuff his fat sheath and peeking arousal into the fabric as well, though know that he'd leak right through them in no time. "I suppose so. I guess they're comfortable..."

And now that he was a good two hours into work, and Cynder here at home alone and still as worked up as she had been in the morning... the kitsune looked to the side, thought about her plan a little bit longer, let her thumb drag down along the rim of her sheath. The sensation made her shiver, thrust, and throb, emptying a little spurt of energetic pre into her slightly damp bellyfur. Her phone screen dimmed, then went black; she let her arm drop, tossed the thing to the bed, and then rolled over to reach for the top drawer there.

When she pulled it open the device inside rolled forward, then bumped against the door with a gentle clack. She reached in, took it out, flipped it over, then pressed and held the button on the side near the front; in a moment she felt the device shudder, then vibrate, then whirr to life... and then the front portion of it opened. Inside she couldn't see much of anything, but knew what was there: she scooted back to her original position on the bed, reached for her phone again, and started looking back through old shared messages, bringing up all of those lovely, invigorating things that still stirred in her favored thoughts and fantasies.

Bit by bit the kitsune worked herself up further, the strange penetrable resting against her side while she stroked herself in her other paw, motions lengthening and slowing the further she coaxed herself from her sheath. Her fingers spread around her girth, her thumb tightened along the back, her pads smeared and slickened with the natural wetness of vulpine arousal; she pushed down towards her base, shivered, and sucked in a gasp when the rim of her sheath finally pulled back behind the slight bulge of her unswollen knot, then slid forward again. Panting softly, she let go of herself, brought that paw to her muzzle, sniffed at it - that was indeed what Scotty's breath smelled like after breakfast this morning - then drew her tongue across her palm in a few slow, deliberate strokes. Then back and forth across herself again, until she was slick and slimy and wet; then she picked the device back up, turned it the right way up, lowered it down towards herself, closed her eyes, turned her phone off... and imagined that she was holding Scotty's lovely feral rear end here in her lap, as she slid her tip up through the portal's aperture and out along the receiving channel set into the seat of the panties he wore.

Already she had had quite a bit of fun with this little device, slipping one end of the portal somewhere fun and using the other on herself throughout the day. It was quite hard to keep her mind on the road when she had this end of it pressed down into the front of her pants, the entirety of her shaft and knot buried in some friend's tailhole several miles away; or she'd be unable to keep herself from grinding and squirming in her seat at the movie theater due to the sensation of another dutiful friend lapping, kissing, sucking at her rump, through the mouth of the portal placed there; or any number of other delightful scenarios.

Tonight, though, was as much for Scotty as it was herself. The kitsune spread her legs a little bit further and gently tugged the toy down onto herself, a sweet breath hissing out between clenched teeth as she felt herself poke up against the panther-taur's tailhole, tease at the muscles there, and then start to sink into him, his surprise evident in the clenching and resistance that soon gave way to relaxation and acceptance. What little sounds managed to make their way through the portal were music to her ears, the wet slurping and sucking of her impressive girth squeezing past his rim, digging deeper into him and then tugging back, stretching him around her.

The only way someone else would be able to tell what was going on would be by listening to him - and, probably, by peeking between his hind legs, as usually the taur just went without clothing. Many times before had this led to embarrassing situations, such as gripping the support bar on the subway with his two upper arms while his hindlegs squeezed together in trying to resist blasting his load out across the opposite seats; or when he couldn't lower his tail around the huge vibrating plug they had mashed into him, and he was dripping a little trail of an extended, delayed orgasm out along the sidewalk while Cynder had the remote to the thing in her pocket; or...

She shivered at another clench from the taur around her, bringing her back to the present. She couldn't help but wonder where he was and what he was doing now, and whether he had fully figured out just what she had gotten him into. Whenever Cynder closed her eyes it felt for all the world like she really did have him in her lap here - since for all intents and purposes, she did; it was just through a clever manipulation of space that allowed her, here at home, to fuck him, miles away and a few hours into his shift.

The one downside was that she wanted to reach up and moosh her paws against his wide, feral backside, to feel his fur press between her fingers and spread his sizeable tailhole around her similarly-sizeable cock, but the nature of the portal device prevented that. Sure, she could work _one_arm through it just fine, but certainly not with any other part of herself already inside of it. This she knew from experience.

The kitsune's body writhed in another wave of pleasure as the mouth of the portal pushed down against and then around her sheath, the casing of the device shifting and adjusting to accommodate the extra width from her half-formed knot. She pulled in a breath, shivered, sighed it back out, then started to lift it up off of her, watching with delight as she could see the spot where the rim of Scotty's tailhole sucked out around her contours and pulled upwards. Still she moved slowly, letting him get accustomed to her size and length while still pushing his boundaries, the device molding and shifting around her as she continued to grow to her full size; the kitsune adjusted her grip around it, shifted it to her other paw, reached down to cup and massage her balls as she did so, then squirmed around atop her pillow, lay back, and relaxed, eyes once more drifting shut so she could just enjoy using him.

~ ~ ~

Scotty swallowed again as he tried to keep his back end pressed against the wall, more to hide what was going on back there than anything else. It had started out as a little curiosity, just something nudging and poking against him - but when he had turned to look there had been nobody there. It was a valid concern, as it wouldn't have been the first, second, fifth, or even tenth time when some passing stranger had gotten curious and poked their nose or any other part of themselves underneath the taur's tail, seeing it on full display.

"It's like free samples at the grocery store," Cynder had explained one day. "Someone sees something put out on a platter for them, they're gonna taste it."

_ _

By now, though, he had figured out just what was going on back there, and desperately hoped that nobody else had, too. Again and again he cursed himself for all of the little tells, though, from the way his tail just wouldn't lower back down, how he couldn't help but twitch and kick one leg, how his hindpaws tried to spread apart... and then, probably the most damning piece of evidence, how every time that kitsune pressed back into the portal Scotty felt his own growing arousal pulse, twitch, slap against his belly, then hang back down again.

The worst part was that there was nothing he could _do_about it, either, other than literally just take it. No matter how he wiggled his feral half, or how far forward he pulled or how much he tried to move, the portal mouth set right there into the seat of his panties - he should have known she was up to something - stayed in place, and Cynder remained hilted underneath his tail. He couldn't help but gasp every time he felt her sheath squish up against his tailhole, then pull back with that little smear of slick arousal left in place.

At least her knot hadn't come to its full size yet. The panther-taur gritted his teeth, reached up to wipe a bead of sweat from through his fur, and tried to put on a good face.

~ ~ ~

Cynder tossed her head to flip her hair out of her face, but still had to spit and splutter at a strand caught against her lips. By now she had lifted herself up from her original reclining position and pushed the toy down atop her pillow, knees sprawled on either side of it as she forcibly thrust her hips forward and back, pounding at Scotty's distant tailhole as though she were really taking him for a ride. She was surprised that she hadn't gotten a text message from him about it yet; if anything, she just took that as silent approval to keep on going.

Besides, she was quickly approaching the point where she wouldn't be able to stop anyhow. The kitsune gritted her teeth, gasped, forced her other paw down against the shaft of the portal to hold it in place as she tried to push herself in - and then felt her entire body jerk as she finally managed it, the supple lip of her sheath popping back around her almost fully-swollen knot. The rim of the portal did its thing to adjust to the size, as did Scotty's tailhole: she felt him jump and reflexively clench up again, sweet and tight with his ring of muscle squeezing in against the fat wad of flesh there, pulsing, squeezing again, then relaxing... then moving, and sinking, and - another full-body shudder when she popped into him as well, the panther shivering around her, trying to move yet unable to.

Realizing that she had started to drool a bit, Cynder reached up with her other paw, wiped that away, then pressed back down against the portal to yank herself right back out. Once she did so she actually heard the taur's rim slurping around her, gaping open from inside and then squishing closed again. She drew back nearly to the tip - already she had stretched him enough that his rim remained partially open around her there - and then drove right back in, nudging in against her knot, pushing, plopping in with a bit less effort than before.

Then again, and again, and again she did so, each time a little bit faster and a little bit harder, working his rim around the fist-sized bulge of her knot. There was a little pause, hitch, and then sudden lurch every time she hilted inside of the panther again, as muscles no longer quite so tight strained to encompass her shaft all the way to the root; after she pushed into him she straightened up and leaned back, delighting in the tug and suction around her knot and the way her cock pulled forward, then visibly stretched the rim of his tailhole back towards the portal, just before popping free again.

Each time she did so, though, the kitsune's footpaws splayed out across the bed underneath her, and before long she had to reach out to keep herself up on one arm. Fully hunched forward over the device, hips pounding in and out, other paw having moved to the backside to force it down into her lap. She swallowed again, gritted her teeth, positioned the thing against the bed so she could more forcefully pound down into it, and kept on going, now able to feel Scotty deliberately pushing back against her each time she sank in, welcoming the bulge of her knot and the stretch and pressure. Cynder grunted, pulled in another gasp, shivered, shook, threw her head back, started to suppress a low growl of peaking pleasure -

~ ~ ~

-and Scotty felt his bowels slosh and stir around the first few waves of the kitsune's load as they blasted out deep inside of him, the thick liquid spurts splashing against his inner walls and forcing their way up into him. His tailhole strained and stirred around the root of her knot, the fat muscle keeping him plugged so that nothing squirted out. Even so, though, he felt his innards quickly start to strain with the sheer volume that she pumped into him, spurt after spurt ricocheting through her buried shaft, pulsing within his lower bowels, and then dumping deeper inside, until he felt the telltale sign of that thick liquid squirting further up into his intestines.

He swallowed and shivered at his post, his attention hopelessly divided. By this point he had long since sat his lower end down against the ground, having given up on hiding the full, pulsing erection between his hind legs. If he pushed himself down against the floor with his legs spread, he could also manage to squeeze himself a little bit further back onto Cynder's base, the thick folds of her sheath mashing against his stretched tailhole as though in a hungry kiss. Soon there came the also familiar gurgling and sloshing down in his lower belly, the distinct sensation that he had already become overfull, but still he knew that she hadn't fully finished yet. He could imagine her now, head thrown back, eyes wrenched shut, mouth open, and back arched, hips forward like she did every time she knotted him in person, balls tugging up towards her body as they emptied out.

The panther-taur kept his hind end planted against the ground as he leaned forward, a forepaw braced underneath his chin while his teeth gritted and eyes remained squeezed shut like that. Every time Cynder pumped again he felt his own shaft twitch and bounce, fully hard, flinging little ropes of urgent arousal out against the floor and the front of his little booth here. It was hard to resist the reflexive thrusting and grinding that the sensation put through him, and he wanted nothing more than to squeeze his hindpaws around himself and continue that, tailhole straining to respond around the kitsune's buried shaft and pulsing knot.

At least that'll be the end of it, though, he told himself, though knew it likely was not true. He knew Cynder, and had been on the receiving end of her attention quite a few times before: where a swollen and tied knot was enough to stop most properly equipped folks, she however tended to enjoy the extra sensation and overstimulation that yanking on it could cause. But either way he could feel the energy fizzling out of her through the portal, and the rhythmic pulses and twitches through his stretched tailhole felt like they issued from his own body rather than her nearly insatiable desire.

So he sat back, relaxed as best he could with such a huge thing still naturally twitching and oozing into his already ballooned bowels pushing out so that his belly swelled between his hind legs, and took in as deep a breath as he could.

~ ~ ~

After a few moments spent swirling around in the sweet ecstasy of her afterglow Cynder finally swung her head forward and propped herself up on her elbows again. This end of the portal device hung limp between her legs, the entire thing having shifted and grown to accommodate the size of her knot when she'd forced it through; now the mouth remained sealed behind the root of her cock, keeping herself tied tight beneath that lovely cat's tail. She could feel him twitching and grinding, squeezing and shifting, nearly enough to drive her to a second orgasm while she relaxed to catch her breath.

Now though, she lifted up, swung her legs out to the side of the bed, and lifted herself up. Her legs quivered underneath her, and the device hung heavily down between her legs with its weight tugging out along the root of her knot, sending yet another delightful shiver down through her loins, but still it held tight: there was no way she would come free from it or from Scotty's tailhole for a while. She quite enjoyed the way it hung and swung between her legs, bouncing and brushing against her lower thighs and knees; the kitsune strode over towards the nightstand, bent down there, deliberately gave her tails a swish and raise, then this time slid open the bottom drawer.

Inside a small glass vial rolled forward and bumped against the door, a thick fluid swirling around within. She plucked it up, gave it a little shake, popped the cork free, then knocked it back in one good go. It slid back along her tongue, thick and sweet and a little bitter; she felt the chill of the fluid spread out within her mouth, clinging to her lips, the back of her throat, the roof of her mouth; she swallowed, shuddered, shook her head, popped it free, took a breath, then went back in to try to suck the rest out of it.

It was an odd flavor, but one she enjoyed and also had become quite familiar with. That done, the kitsune re-corked the vial, rested it atop the nightstand, and climbed back into bed, flipping the device so that it rested along her belly this time instead of between her legs. The potion worked quickly, and efficiently too: almost before the kitsune had settled back into place did she feel its effects start to stir within her, beginning with that also-familiar warm pressure in her abdomen and loins, and the phantom sensation of fingers rolling back and forth over her balls and inside her sheath, tingling up along her shaft still buried within rich panther-taur tailhole and surrounded by her own sloshing load.

She shivered, swallowed, felt her loins pulse and thrust her hips up against the device, then wrapped her paw around it again. Some seven or eight minutes had passed since she had originally knotted the boy, and now the sensation and tension had come to a point where, with a bit of elbow grease and some good, indulgent tugging, she could squeeze, pull, pull... and then gasp as the panther's tailhole as well as the portal popped free from around that wide bulge of muscle, yanking out another throb, spurt, and moan. The rim of the portal clinked gently as it adjusted, abruptly yawning open to that that impressive vulpine girth through.

At this feeling Cynder tossed her head back again and shuddered, thrusting right back up against the thing. She felt it stir and shift to try to let her right back in, though, but already the potion was working its effect on her, that stirring pressure already turning to a palpable tingling that echoed back and forth through her, poking and prodding at her nerves, tickling her flesh and muscles. Now each time her body twitched she could feel the proper sections pulse and swell, again and again; like looking down right at the start of her arousal, like watching her shaft slowly coax itself free from her sheath and fill the supple skin around it, now she watched as what she already knew to be her full size just grew further.

It was an odd sensation, being able to feel herself growing in waves like this, and watching the device repeatedly jerk with the extra girth and then simmer back down to its original size, as of course it wasn't actually wrapped around her. That was Scotty's job - and Cynder delighted in the slick, sticky heat of his lower bowels sucking tight around her, her tapered tip diving deeper inside of him just as her shaft pressed out along those inner walls.

Her legs spread apart under the feeling of everything down there growing, the kitsune keeping herself propped up on her pillow to watch. Every time she blinked she had become bigger, her sheath quickly thickening to the same size circumference as a skateboard wheel, and then a can of soda, and then further, and further. She let the device drop against her belly again and wrapped her paws around herself, fingers squishing into the plump, supple skin as it spread out, weakening her grip, pulling her paws apart until they could no longer touch around her sheath, containing only the root of her shaft behind her knot.

The kitsune's sack went through the same changes as well, the sheer weight and heat of her balls simmering out against her inner thighs. Those were really the reason she kept on spreading her legs further as they swelled out into handfuls each, then into full fists, then further and further to accommodate the size of her thick sheath, and what currently remained buried inside the panther-taur's thankfully elastic bowels. Hell, if she shifted her hips this way and moved the portal device that way, then she could tell that she scooped up inside of him towards his back, and sloshed those guts where they wrapped around her like the casing on a sausage.

She shivered yet again, nearly blind with the immense pleasure on her recently finished cock, and then brought both her paws down to pick her pace back up.

~ ~ ~

Scotty clamped a paw down over his mouth while his innards churned and sloshed and slurped inside of him, thick liquid slopping around and splashing at the inside of his belly. Shortly after Cynder's already impressive length had started to grow even more inside of him, he had started letting loose little burps and airy belches that tasted suspiciously like the kitsune's seed.

And she had just kept on going, too. The panther had long since lost track of just what he was expected to be doing here at work, his feral rear end lifting up off the floor, tail curled up at the base, tailhole constantly twitching, straining, pulsing, flexing with the size of the shaft that that yanked out of it, panties sucking tight against him around the mouth of the portal. There was just nothing he could do: his body responded on its own, muscles pushed past their limits around the sheer size of her enhanced endowment, his balls pulling up towards his body and his own cock slapping against his belly again and again, forced to that point from each and every one of her "little" twitches squeezing at him like a lime in a citrus juicer.

Then, as abruptly and suddenly as her knot had yanked out of him - and pulled out a good wave of her load from inside of him; he had scrambled to position himself to hide the stain along the concrete floor - the kitsune started pounding away at him again, her massive shaft squeezing back and forth through the portal with about as much ease as it did his tailhole stretched around her. It felt like an absurdly long watermelon pushing up into him, reshaping his lower bowels around her and then slurping right back out again. Each time she pushed forward Scotty felt his feral half adjust to accommodate, legs splaying and bracing against the ground, tail hiking further, abused tailhole straining to squeeze around her yet at this point completely unable to.

He swallowed again, let a tense breath out between gritted teeth, and dug his claws into the counter before him, arms tight and eyes shut. No matter how much he tried to put his mind off of it, to avoid the burgeoning pleasure and squash everything back down, every time the kitsune drew back so that only her tapered tip remained inside of him and then plunged right back in to her now truly massive knot, the panther-taur's entire body trembled with the waves of pleasure that went through him. His toes curled; he felt his intestines and stomach in his lower body balloon with the pressure and volume shoved inside of him; he returned a paw to his mouth at another little blip of heavy, damp air forced up and out of him, then another, and another. With quite a bit of effort the taur shoved his hind end back down to the ground, then gasped and shuddered as the angle of the portal adjusted against his tailhole and Cynder pounded into him faster, harder, deeper. His head rolled on his shoulders; his mouth fell open; his lower half thrust and grinded into the air, balls dragging along the ground underneath him, hindpaws scraping at the floor; his shaft pulsed, and twitched, and throbbed, and -

-and the claws of his other paw dug into the surface of the counter as the first wave of his finish jolted through him, his body forced to that irresistible point through the incessant piston of Cynder's length deep inside of him. Each time she drew back and then hilted into him again, knot pressing against his already stretched tailhole, every muscle in his loins tightened and squirted out another thick rope of his own load, arcing out across the front of the stall before him, slapping wetly and spraying out across his forepaws. One of his hindpaws lifted up and kicked beneath the immense pleasure, the kitsune inside of him continuing to pound away; whether she felt his finish or not he had no idea, as even though he had tightened up and his muscles strained, he wasn't sure whether they had actually _done_anything under the abuse and stretch that she had put him through.

Scotty pulled in another breath through gritted teeth and let it right back out, still squeezing and throbbing, now drooling remnant spurts of his load out across his shaft and balls, continually forced out from the massive length emptying him out. His mouth fell open once more, and he lurched and bounced in place with the force of Cynder's repeated thrusting into him, pushing him right on past that breathtaking peak so that his own cock continued to twitch and dribble between his legs, until he wasn't sure just what it was that trickled out of him. There was no way he could make sure, either: someone was coming.

He shifted where he sat, tried to still the trembling in his body, and folded his arms along the counter before him, trying his best to hide the growing mess in the stall as well as his own urgent shivering. Their nose twitched as they approached; he put on his best attempt at a welcoming grin and leaned forward a bit.

"H-hi. How can I - ah - help... you?"

~ ~ ~

Cynder arched her back again beneath the tension and tightness of the panther-taur's tailhole squeezing around her, then again, and again, and again. That must have been his finish, then: through closed eyes she imagined the look on his face and the trembling waves that slammed through his body, the poor boy forced to that point through nothing but her cock pounding up under his tail... and that just drove her wild.

She lay back, licked her lips, and relaxed for a moment, then continued stroking herself with this end of the portal device... or, rather, with nearly the entire length of Scotty's bowels within his lower feral half. With the way the mouth of the portal moved and adjusted to accommodate the size of what she had forced into it, she did indeed have to use both paws to keep it steady now. Every time she drew the thing down on herself, at the same time she pressed her footpaws against the bed and leveraged with her lower back to thrust up into it again, breath coming and going in unsteady gasps, heart pounding in her chests and huge, heavy balls barely stirring from where they rested between her bed, weighing down the mattress underneath her.

There was just something enticing about the idea of holding Scotty's wide, feral rump here in her lap and thrusting up into it, using him as little more than a fleshlight for her own enjoyment. His enjoyment too, she supposed: she thought she had heard the noises of his orgasm through the portal as well as felt it, particularly in the squeezing of his stretched rim and then the tightening of his prostate a little bit inside, stiffening to a lump that rubbed so sweetly along her underside and then pulsed and trembled like everything else about him. Hell, she could still feel it now each time she buried herself up inside of him, squeezing her knot against his stretched rim, teasing it a little further without ever actually pushing it back in.

Not for long, though, as the kitsune felt her own second finish start to rumble and roil deep inside of her. She swallowed, lifted herself up, curled over the portal a little bit, then shivered and nearly lost it right there as the sensation from inside Scotty's bowels abruptly changed. Suddenly he went from squeezing and sucking around her, to deliberately pushing back from his muscles and insides, sleek wet walls of already cum-slickened flesh slurping back around her contours, kissing back against her knot, straining out from inside his tailhole... and, really, just welcoming her deeper inside. Cynder gasped, rolled her head to the side, and now brought her paws down behind the rim of the portal, purposely trying to mash it down around her knot.

The metallic casing spread and widened against her, just like Scotty's straining tailhole just a few inches through the portal; she felt him suddenly twitch and clench again, then return to pushing back, harder, stronger, until little jets of her load from the first time oozed out and around her sheath, soaking through the fur of her massive balls; the kitsune swallowed again, paused, took in a breath, then pulled, pulled, pulled - and nearly flung herself off the bed with the final sensation of mashing herself to the root inside of him, the panther-taur's muscles squeezing deliciously behind her huge knot and yanking it deeper up inside of him. Then again, and again, and it was then that she finally rolled over into her own second finish, each spurt forcing her body to lurch and bounce with the sheer delight.

Just like before, she kept on going and going. One paw remained holding the portal down against her sheath while the other came up to rub at her forehead, mouth halfway open and ears splayed back in exhaustion mixed with pleasure. Every time she clenched and dumped another firehose of seed deep into the taur's system, the rest of her body seized forward with her breath catching in her throat and her heart pounding; she bounced again, and again, and again, toes curling, balls tugging up towards her body, belly tightening with the strain of such a forceful orgasm that just wouldn't stop.

Soon that wasn't enough, either. She let the device rest against her belly again, bouncing and jiggling with each thrust and throb, while one paw halfway covered her mouth and the other squeezed at one of her breasts. At this rate she was liable to push herself right on to a _third_finish, just from how much she enjoyed the second: the potion vastly increased more than just her size, after all. She swallowed, gasped, tried to lift her head, failed, and then rolled onto her side as she just kept on draining herself through the portal and into the taur on the other side.

~ ~ ~

Scotty waved the customer away, then reached up to cover his mouth as soon as their back turned. The sharp yelp that Cynder had forced out of him had startled both of them, with the taur trying to pass it off as having stubbed his toe. Now, though, he couldn't tell whether it was the reflexive throbbing of his tailhole and lower innards around the kitsune's huge knot, or her shaft in itself that pulsed and bumped inside of him. It was good that the customer left when they did, though, as Scotty could tell he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer.

It seriously felt as though the kitsune had just shoved a warm firehose up into his tailhole and turned it on. All of his inner turns and twists ballooned out with each spurt, jetting up through his guts and into his stomach, then burbling up from there; he burped and coughed again, damp air slipping through his fingers with little squirts of milky, foggy white roping out as well, draping over his fingers, spitting from his nose, dribbling down his chin. He reached forward, tried to swallow it back down, felt his stomach oddly full from the other end. He lurched, twitched again, winced as his shoulders pulled up in reflex, then gagged again - and this time spilled out a mouthful of kitsune seed, fresh from the other side.

The worst part was, he was loving it. Mentally and physically both, the taur delighted in the sensation and idea, his hindlegs kicking and footpaws curling, his still hard shaft bouncing up against his belly, pulsing to its full size in feeble attempts to squeeze out another finish yet at this point completely unable to, for the way that Cynder's girth practically pinched off all of the interior tubing that would allow him to do so. The taur's body lurched through the powerful waves of a second forced orgasm, pleasure searing through him as quickly and fully as her load had, and in another few seconds he was gurgling and coughing, dripping her cum from his nose and mouth in between breaths, lower feral belly as well as his upper both swollen out with the volume that she still trickled into him.

He was stuck here - both in the booth, and likely to Cynder's knot - for at least a few hours more. This was going to be a long night.

~ ~ ~

Drained, exhausted, finally beyond her limit, the kitsune lay back along the bed with her legs spread, one arm at her side and the other across her chest, and the portal device hanging limp against her belly. It was such an odd disconnect of senses, to see her massive sack and thick sheath all leading up to what looked for all the world like just a reasonably-sized fleshlight... but she knew that, once her knot came free and she slipped back out, it would all squeeze right back out and bring her to her actual size. Eyes closed and mouth hanging open, her body still jerked in the aftershocks of her finish with her balls and the device twitching against her.

She sighed and shifted into a slightly more comfortable position, then pushed the device further down until the mouth mushed against the plump lips of her sheath. Scotty clenched around her again; Cynder shivered, licked her lips, and then started to let herself doze off. Hell, she might even still be tied when she woke up in the morning.

There was one way to find out.