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The kitsune-taur squeezed her eyes shut against the bitter, somewhat tangy bite of the drink, the thick fluid seeming to stick to the back of her throat as she drank it down. Gulp after gulp sucked it further back until she could feel it rolling down and plopping into a pile down into her first stomach; she winced, wrinkled her nose, shook her head, coughed, then tilted her head back again, this time thumping the bottom of the vial with her other paw. This one was by no means her favorite flavor of the stuff, but in all of her experiments and trials - and there had been many - it performed the best.

Which was why she had gotten three each for herself and the other taur across from her, Scotty the panther now finishing his up as well, and then simmered those three down into a thicker, denser substance that they could put down in one go. Whether that actually tripled the effectiveness of the potion or not, she didn't know, but either way it meant that they were taking in three times the recommended dosage. And that had to do something.

Call today a trial for that, then, Cynder mused to herself, trying to lighten up beneath the foul taste of the stuff. A "productivity"-tripling potion, then tripled again... is that multiplied, or exponential?

"How're you doing over there, Scott?"

The panther grimaced, his little pink tongue flicking out across his lips to catch a stray thick drop. "I hate this part," he grumbled. "But I know why we do it, and-"

"And the payoff is so fucking worth it?"

His muzzle split in a grin, bright white teeth shimmering within lovely violet-black fur. "And the payoff is so fucking worth it. Do we know when they're gonna show up?"

The big fox shifted on the couch where she lay, already giving the lower portions of her body time to adjust to the mixture. The label said fast-acting, but the two had learned from experience that sometimes it wasn't fast enough. That was alright, though: each of the taurs' natural physiologies meant that they could go on for extended sessions, with multiple... _outlets._She reached over to the table and tapped her phone on.

"Mm. No updates yet. Jessie said they're on their way, though, so I'd expect it to be... soon..."

Near the end of this Cynder trailed off, her ears perking to the sound of three rapid knocks at the front door. Scotty looked up as well, then glanced over to the other taur across from him. "Speak of the devil," he said, and then shifted his hindlegs as well. That was one side effect of the productivity potion, mild intestinal distress while it worked its magic, so to say. He grimaced again, then swallowed and spread out where he lay on the other couch; Cynder's gaze traced down the feline's body, following the sleek curves and lines from his upper chest down to his feral half, then further along towards the plump, pert sheath and full sack resting along one inner thigh.

"Devils," she clarified, eyes lingering there a moment. He stirred again; one of those balls shifted in his sack, pulling gently up towards his groin and then sinking back down again. "Plural. They come as a package."

"Yeah, I bet they fuckin' do."

Cynder rolled her eyes and rose to all four of her footpaws, giving her upper body a stretch as she went. Already her own "mild intestinal distress" had passed and gone on to the next stage of the side effects, where she could feel the potion starting to disperse through her body - or, rather, through a few specific parts of her body. The tickling, the stirring, the faint tingling... it made her lower body walk with her hindmost legs splayed a little bit further apart, the heavy balls in her own sack constantly adjusting and shifting as their production ramped up beyond the normal biological limits. It was a feeling to which she had become accustomed, and one that she had come to enjoy quite a bit.

In the short time it took for her to cross the room towards the front door she could feel Scotty's eyes on her. The kitsune swallowed, took in a breath, glanced briefly back behind herself - yes, he had _definitely_noticed, and she figured that their visitors would be able to as well for the little trail of loose drips her stirring shaft had dribbled out along the floor as the potion sent little impulses through her loins - and then tugged the door open.

Standing there on the porch was indeed not one but _two_hyenas, each spotted, one with the standard charred wood splashes and specks and the other with a warmer, softer pink, rich and fresh against the pale tan of the rest of her fur. Jessie swung her head to toss her mane, the same shade of pink, and grinned upon seeing the kitsune there within the door.

"Hey! Here we are. Sorry it took a moment - we got turned around at the-"

"At the highway intersection?" Scotty called from inside. Cynder looked over her shoulder: he had shifted his other hindleg on top of himself, holding it awkwardly above his similarly swelling, twitching sheath.

Jessie's muzzle lit up. She stood up on her tiptoes to look over Cynder's feral lower half. "Hey Scotty! Yeah. At that damn intersection. What a mess."

"Always is," Cynder remarked, and then stepped aside to let the hyenas in. Already she was aware of the jiggle and sway of heavy, full balls and a needy sheath swinging between her hindlegs... she swallowed again, nodded her greetings to Sasha, then closed the door behind them.

"I thought it was fitting," said the second hyena. Sasha raised a paw towards the panther on the other couch. "Hell of a fuckin' mess over there on the roads, I told Jessie here - well, I hope y'all'll make a similar mess of us here in a bit. God knows I need it."

Still standing, Cynder crossed her upper arms and looked over to Scotty. The panther licked his lips and winked; the kitsune grinned back and then looked to their guests. She had been the one to originally meet them, Jessie specifically, back at her favorite club one night a few weeks ago; upon having a chat and learning some rather enticing interests and traits of the hyena, Cynder had invited her back for a night of getting to know each other better, to which Jessie had dropped the simple "Sure, but can I bring a friend, too? I think you'd like her." There had been a certain glimmer in her eyes that had caught the then deeply inebriated Cynder's attention, and both knew that there was no way she could tell her no.

Good thing, too. Finding a hyena gal as equipped as each of these standing before her was already a bit of a demand, but now already they had two of them at their disposal. The kitsune braced a paw on her upper hip and returned her gaze to the two of them.

"We were actually just about to talk about that," she said, and motioned over to the couch she had vacated a moment earlier. "Go on and get comfy. We're currently waiting on the max-load potions to get to work, but I think we're - almost there."

Behind her Scotty grunted again. When Cynder looked over her shoulder, the panther-taur shifted again, rolled his feral body onto its side, and then let his hindleg drift out of the way to show his plump sheath resting there against his belly, already leaking glistening, slightly milky fluid from his revealed tip, with his fat swollen balls hanging down just beneath. Normally Cynder's had a bit of an advantage on his, requiring nearly an entire cupped paw to heft one, but these potions tended to have their physical effects on the user as well. She could see his just fine and appreciated the boost in size, while all she had to go off of for herself was the feeling and sensation of dense, hanging weight... and the way that both hyenas swiftly looked up when she turned back to them.

"We won't be going as hard as, ah... last time," the kitsune went on. Sasha looked relieved; Jessie looked disappointed. "Safe word's the same as then, though. We'll all help with cleanup after; you haven't seen in person what these potions can do, but I did send you a video-"

Sasha blinked and tilted her head. "You did?"

Jessie nudged her. "She sent it to me. I'll show you later."

Cynder smirked. "-so watch out for that. Until then, well..." And here she stepped around a bit, nudged the table aside with her hind end, and then slowly, carefully sprawled out there along the floor. The kitsune-taur welcomed her audience's gaze upon her as she spread herself out, able to feel the heavy stir and shift and expanded balls and sheath between her hind legs; she took in a breath, swallowed, sighed, and then finally relaxed, moving her hindleg out of the way just as Scotty had done. "We're yours. Take your pick."

And then she herself took a moment to admire the changes that the drink had put through her. Thick, white fur puffed together along her sheath and sack, soft and plush, dense yet delicate; the supple skin and flesh underneath stirred and shifted, suddenly revealed to the cooler air of the room after being freed from the heat of her lower groin. Sure enough the first few inches of her tapered tip already poked out from the end of her sheath, the fur around the lip moistened and matted from the constant dribble.

It felt good to have each of these lovely hyenas looking her over, murmuring among themselves, pointing from one taur to the other and then looking back again. Jessie said something that made Sasha's façade break so that she tossed her head back and cackled, but then the latter leaned in close, murmured something into her friend's ear, and slipped a paw down around her waist, creeping up under the hem of her shirt and then coming in towards the front of her pants. Cynder's gaze lingered there for a moment, knowing what each hyena hid just beneath there, wanting to see it, knowing she would before too long.

Then, her fingers just barely poking beneath the waist of Jessie's jeans, Sasha abruptly rose to her feet. "Alright," she said, already moving to strip her shirt off. Smooth, soft fur flexed with the movement, her slim bra bouncing in place as she managed to tug her shirt up over her head; then she spent a moment fiddling with the back, before she turned a bit further so that Jessie could reach the clasps instead. "You and I haven't spoken much, Cynder. Let's chat."

The kitsune chuckled and pushed her hips a little closer. "Won't be able to do much of that with how full your mouth is about to be."

"Well..." And Sasha breathed a little sigh of relief when her bra popped forward away from her, freeing the smooth, soft breasts underneath. She paused for a moment to toss her clothes aside, then yipped when Jessie's paws continued up to squeeze around her from behind, easily pinning her nipples between her fingers and giving a little tug. "Ah - Jessie! - if we're not chatting, then at least it will... will be quality time spent." She batted at the other hyena's paws, but instead of pull away entirely they instead just dropped down to the waistband of her pants.

Once more Cynder looked back to Scotty behind her, who now comfortably lounged along the couch with one paw resting along his body. Due to the proportions and sizing of the taurs they couldn't exactly pleasure themselves, but already the potion as well as the idea of what was to come next had had its effect on him, with slick red flesh growing steadily out across the dark fur of his lower belly. Then his eyes flashed forward towards the hyenas, with Cynder's to follow soon.

Jessie poked her muzzle out from behind her friend, where she had already undone Sasha's pants fly and now tugged down. Thumbs hooked easily within the waist of her underwear as well, bringing that with it - and Cynder felt a stir of interest and arousal thrum through her at the sight of the base of the thick, supple length of flesh already twitching there between her legs, half-"hard" as much as it could be. One paw continued undressing her while the other wrapped around Sasha's pseudopenis the further it came into view, squishing and squeezing the soft yet firm shaft in between gentle fingerpads.

Cynder understood what Jessie had said that one night they had met, about how "most guys don't like wrangling a gal who's got a dick bigger than they do, even if it's not a 'real' one". The kitsune glanced down between her own hind legs, at the hefty, heavy rod of flesh and full balls hanging there over her lower thigh; she understood that perfectly well.

Sasha let out a little rumble of appreciation, running a paw up along her own chest, then stepped out of her pants at her ankles and turned to return the offer. "So that means," she said, taking her sweet time in unbuttoning Jessie's shirt, "that you get Scotty over there."

"Well, good. I always love trying new things..."

Jessie had already gotten there as well, her own pseudo hanging down slightly further than Sasha's as she took her pants off. The hyenas remained close to each other for a moment, each enjoying the closeness and contact between then, Sasha's gradually twitching, throbbing, rising up as she reached her full arousal, Jessie doing the same soon after; and then they murmured something to one another, giggled, and went their separate ways, one towards Cynder and the other towards Scotty. The kitsune smiled and adjust a little further, rising up and holding an arm out towards the couch.

"Go ahead and lie down, beautiful," she said, immediately turning Sasha's look of maintained confidence into a surprised blush. "I've got something for you. No, no. Eyes over here. Here."

She pointed downwards, knowing that her standing while Sasha took her place on the couch afforded the hyena the perfect unbroken sight of Cynder's impressive undercarriage. Warm pink eyes lingered there as she approached, widening a bit as the taur then came into position just above where she lay; Cynder lifted one of her forelegs and stepped over the reclining hyena, then braced a hindleg there on the back of the couch and lowered herself forward, and down, and down a bit further... until she felt the smooth, soft sensation of her hefty balls draping down across Sasha's breasts, and warm breath against the side of her sheath.

"There," she purred, and peered down to look between her forelegs. The hyena glanced up at her, paws held in front of her chest, ears back and blush hot. "You said you wanted to chat, so - let's put that mouth to work. You know where that thing's going next, so I'd suggest you get nice and... slickened up..."

She didn't have to tell her twice, apparently. Before she had finished speaking Sasha had moved to cup each of those heavy balls in her paws, lifting them up and off of her body - and taking a needed breath, apparently - then moved up towards the kitsune's plump sheath. Thick, supple skin kept wet from natural arousal kicked up a notch under the effects of the potion slid easily back and forth to the hyena's slightest touch, her fingers wrapping halfway around and squeezing, pulling forward, then pushing back, and again and again. Soon her other paw came to join the first, fingers spreading between Cynder's balls and then dragging along the soft skin there first; the kitsune tilted her head back and sighed, spreading her stance a bit and lifting slightly away to allow Sasha room to work.

It certainly seemed like she knew what she was doing, too. Gentle fingertips poked and prodded there at the rim of Cynder's sheath, curling just barely inside without digging too deep. The vulpine shivered at that sensation, then again at the slight tug and pull as Sasha spread her sheath open, coaxing her stirring length out from deeper inside. One paw there pulling at the rim, the other slipping in, coating itself in slick, gathered slime, pushing soft fingerpads along her natural contours and following the lines of veins... and then a moment later, the unmistakable sensation of a pair of lips pursing against her tapered tip, sucking at the pre constantly dribbling from there.

Each time Cynder heard Sasha swallow, she felt another throb of arousal pump through her. Before long the kitsune's lower half had already started reflexively grinding and thrusting, thick shaft slipping back and forth within her sheath while the hyena's paws had drifted back to cup at her balls, rolling them back and forth, squeezing and caressing, digging her fingers through the soft fur and softer skin there.

A little tickle, another shudder and throb, a soft gasp as Sasha received an unexpected spurt of sticky pre across the side of her muzzle, only to then get right to lapping it back up... Cynder opened her eyes, blinked a few times, and looked across the room towards where Scotty still lounged halfway on his side, arms up behind his bed with his eyes closed. Jessie lay between his spread hindlegs, back towards the other taur so that Cynder couldn't quite see what she was doing, but the steady back-and-forth movement of her arm gave a tempting indication.

Just above Jessie's muzzle stirred Scotty's sheath, the panther's length a bit more uniform than Cynder's yet ridged with little points of soft, gentle barbs. Dark, liquid streaks spread out across his bellyfur and the cushions of the couch underneath him, where repeated jets of pre had emptied out; the hyena herself nuzzled and nudged and dug down at the base towards his balls.

While Cynder watched Jessie moved her arm up and around, wrapping it behind the panther-taur's sack and tugging it in towards her. The soft, loose pouch of skin spread out against her chest, and she nuzzled down to lift her muzzle up between them, then pressed her lips against the surface, licked, sucked, filled her mouth with fur and skin... there was no way she would be able to fit even one of his balls into her maw, but that didn't stop the hungry hyena from trying. Scotty's mouth fell open with the sensation and he gave another little thrust, shaft grinding along the top of her head with his heavy sack trailing after a moment later, pressing against her face and pulling across. Soon Jessie rolled over a little further and thankfully gave the other two a better view at what she was doing: now both paws came up underneath those heavy balls, her own shaft fully hard and exposed against her belly where she lay. She hefted them up, rolled them together, let them hang back down along her palms and wrists, then gave them a toss and bounce, and another, and mooshed her face in between yet again, all the while Cynder couldn't help but continue to rock gently forward and back under the sensation of deft lips and tongue playing over her revealed tip.

Then from there the other hyena dragged her nose up between feline balls, pressed it firmly against his supple sheath, and let her tongue follow afterwards, catching along dark fur and smearing over the coating of gathered slickness there. Thick ropes of the stuff hung off of her chin when she grinned up at him, now with one paw digging gently inside his sheath as well, where Sasha's still lingered in Cynder's.

And she just watched Scotty for a moment, the panther becoming steadily more aware of her gaze. His ears flicked, and then he blinked, blushed, looked from her to Cynder and back, and gave a little squirm. Jessie stroked at his shaft; he shuddered and thrust into her grip.

"S-so, uh," he rumbled, a little bit shy, "what do you want me to do?"

"I want you," said with a poke of a juice-smeared finger against his feral half's chest, "to roll over onto your back a bit more, so I can ride this nice dick of yours."

Scotty's head rolled back with another sweet moan on his lips, under Jessie reaching back to give him a few more slow, steady strokes. She rolled her fingers along the gentle barbs surrounding his shaft, letting them brush up against her fingerpads and then fold free. "Yeah," he said after moment. "Yeah. Okay. Let me..."

Another nearly overwhelming sensation from between her hind legs sent a shudder and buck through the kitsune's body, and this time when she looked down she saw Sasha there with both paws at the lips of her sheath, pulling the thick, supple skin as far forward as it would stretch around the vulpine's now nearly fully-hard shaft. Once in place there the hyena set her mouth around her tip, sucked again, and slid her sheath right back, pushing steadily until it rolled past the slight bulge of her knot, caught there, then twitched, throbbed, and swelled again, with another pulse and dump of pre. Cynder watched as Sasha's cheeks ballooned out with the volume, yet still the hyena showed little surprise and took one gulp, a second, a third, and then finally let her maw come open so that what remained dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. She rolled her head back to look up at the kitsune from beneath her body, hungry tongue flashing out to catch those spare drops; Cynder could see from here that her pseudo also lay across her belly, firm and ready to go. It looked as though she had been teasing at it as well, judging by the thin strand of saliva draped over her fur between the blunted end and her thumb.

Sasha swallowed again. "So-"

"Scoot down a bit," Cynder instructed, accentuating the point with a thrust forward and then tug back from her lower hips. Sasha grunted and giggled, a smear of sticky wetness smeared across the side of her cheek. "And turn around."

"Turn around?"

"Yeah. Front to back."

"So you..." The hyena sat up, bumped against the kitsune's underside, then started to rotate around, and then realized what was going on. "Oh. Oh. I see. Yeah. Yeah, here, I'll... just..."

Cynder stood up and away a bit to allow her the room to do so, keeping one eye over at what kept the other pair busy across the room. It reassured her to see Scotty and Jessie getting along so well, with the panther's forepaws and upper arms held in front of himself while he watched, simultaneously helpless and deeply involved as Jessie held her own pseudo in one paw and his shaft with the other, guiding his tapered tip up and into the end of her shaft. The sleek, slightly greasy skin parted easily around Scotty there, folding over, spreading wider the deeper she brought him; it wrapped around him like a smooth, moist sleeve of supple meat, like a warm mouth squeezing around him, making him squirm and sigh and lift up to assist.

And Cynder was about to get hers as well. Once more she looked down between her forelegs, Sasha's legs now hanging over the arm of the couch as well: this positioning meant that each of them faced each other, fully hard vulpine shaft pointing, twitching, throbbing over the longer, skinnier, softer length of the hyena's pseudo. She gave a few little shakes of her hips, deliberately swinging her heft back and forth above Sasha's belly and groin, knowing full well how it made her balls swing and jiggle.

"Wow," the hyena rumbled. "Hell of a good view..."

"I know," Cynder replied, with another sway of the hips. She rested her heavy sack down across Sasha's breasts, dragged back and forth a few times, felt the smaller hyena shift and sigh underneath her, and then pushed down a little further to bring her own tip closer to the end of Sasha's shaft. The other hyena recognized her intent and reached down to help, both arms squeezing around the kitsune's huge balls, one paw lifting her pseudo while the other helped to angle her in. "Want me to go slow?"

"Only as slow as you like. I can take it, promise."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I spent all of yesterday with - a vibrating plug shoved in there..."

The taur was about to ask what kind of plug when she, too, felt the distinct, familiar sensation of the supple lips of a spotted hyena's pseudopenis wrapping up around her tip and slipping slowly, gently down. Immediately she tilted her head back and sighed, reflexively throbbing as her body pushed herself deeper in: she could feel Sasha's paw around both of them, squeezing it like a fleshlight around her as she went deeper and deeper.

Then across from them, Scotty letting out a shuddering sigh and twitching on the other couch - "God," he purred, "I've never felt - anything like this before..."

Jessie halfway straddled his lower body, one footpaw braced against the couch cushion and the other wrapped around his back. She had both paws down between her legs, vigorously pulling herself down over the panther's barbed cock, fully hooding him in her own shaft. "Yeah," she rumbled back, "and now you'll be addicted to it. They always are."

A little twitch and strain through the sleeve of soft flesh wrapping around her brought Cynder's attention back down. She glanced between her forelegs again, Sasha's legs kicking gently over the side of the couch.

"You doing already back there? I know I'm a bit big..."

The hyena gave a little gasp, a sigh, and a moan, then curled her toes in. Cynder gave a thrust; Sasha moaned again and clenched around her.

"Big enough," she replied, "but, y'know, you could go a bit harder-"

So she did. Cynder had never been one to turn down a challenge, and as such she braced herself there on the couch a little more fully, squeezed down into place, and now rhythmically, steadily pumped herself forward and down, her first thrust nearly pushing Sasha's length free from her own grip. Then again and again, feeling for all the world like she was pounding down into someone's warm, tight throat, the sleek tube of soft, moist flesh stretching easily around her, swelling out as she went and then sucking tight each time she pulled back.

As long as she pressed down against the couch there, and as long as Sasha kept the lips of her pseudo stretched open with one paw and her shaft straight with the other, the kitsune could quite easily sink deeper and deeper, the natural slickness between her sheath and the hyena's insides providing more than enough lubrication for the stretch. And Scotty was right: it really wasn't like anything else, once she pressed deeper down. The close tightness, the sweet, supple silkiness, the sensation of grip and suction and wet, slimy meat stirring around her... every time the taur thrust forward she felt her balls drag across Sasha's chest, squishing along the hyena's breasts and then swinging free, only to then tug back all over again.

Across from her Scotty reflexively grinded into Jessie's as well, the hyena's shaft growing out around his cock each time he pushed into her. Her muzzle quite clearly showed her own pleasure, with her pushing forward each time he did as well: she kept one paw at the head of her pseudo and the other down at the base, both rolling and squeezing around Scotty's length buried inside, teasing and massaging as he went. She rocked back and forth atop him, slurping him deeper inside of her until he had simply filled her pseudo all the way to the base... and then a little bit further.

Jessie's head tilted back and her eyes fluttered shut, then, as she pushed herself rather forcefully down between Scotty's hindlegs. The panther kicked and shivered, his upper body squirming back and forth: she squeezed the stretched head of her pseudo right there around the base of his shaft, pushing it forward further, further until it nestled inside the skin of his sheath as well. Jessie wrapped his supple, wet skin around her own and then squeezed there, effectively sealing the panther inside her, inside _his_sheath. The look on her face and the way she grinded her hips back and forth, around and around, told Cynder that she had gotten him deeper inside of herself as well, and was loving the sensation of those gentle little barbs teasing and pulling.

The kitsune pushed down further herself, filling Sasha down to the brim and then pulling back again and again. Now the hyena between her own legs had moved her paws into a similar position, keeping herself at the perfect angle for her to continue pistoning in and then pulling back out, heavy balls swinging back and forth over her chest and muzzle. Cynder felt her elevated breathing, warm sighs issuing out from between parted lips. The wet warmth just increased the further down she sank, as did the tension, the tightness: right down at the base where Sasha's exterior length met the rest of her body there was another ring, another valve, that squeezed so deliciously tight against her tip, nudging gently open around her so that she could plunge deeper, with the hyena lifting her lower body up to accommodate. On and on she went, Sasha scooting herself ever further down until she had practically rolled completely over, her legs reaching up along the sides of Cynder's feral half to wrap around the kitsune there.

The hyena squirmed and shivered underneath her, so many sensitive nerves within her pseudo as well down deeper in her loins constantly bumped and squeezed and rubbed under the vulpine's impressive length. It seemed that Jessie over there was in quite a similar spot as well, one paw reaching back to try to cup one of the other taur's hefty balls while she squeezed herself down inside his sheath with the other, stroking and rubbing him around herself, around him again. Her lips had curled back in a bared, hungry grin, her eyes had wrenched closed, and her nostrils flared again and again with unsteady breathing shared with the panther underneath her.

Cynder looked over at Scotty through half-lidded eyes, the familiar sensation of her own peaking pleasure beginning to stir deep within her lower loins. The feline's mouth hung open and his eyes remained closed, arms halfway lifted towards Jessie's body where she grinded between his hind legs, somewhere between bouncing in his lap and then pressing down into him. Then, at first gradually and then much, much quicker, his eyes flashed open and his mouth curled back with strain. He pulled in a breath, writhed where he lay, gasped, lifted his lower body with enough force to bounce the hyena in his lap so that she had to reach out and balance herself against one of his hindlegs - and then he jerked, and jerked again, and his breathing turned to a low, rumbling moan, punctuated time and again with little grunts and gasps.

And Jessie, too, gasped on top of him, her paw tightening around where her pseudo had wrapped within his sheath. Her face wrenched together for a moment, and then she blinked, and gasped again, and shuddered... and from here Cynder could see the force with which Scotty unloaded through her pseudopenis sleeved there around him, the taur's hard shaft pulsing, throbbing, straining within her, swelling out with each powerful spurt as they each shot deep inside. Again and again Jessie tightened her paw around his sheath, now leaning forward to help bring him deeper inside herself.

Each time Scotty emptied out another spurt into her, she shivered atop him, her pseudo briefly ballooning out with the extra volume before that slick stickiness slopped further into her. Scotty's upper body lurched with each powerful draw until finally he slumped back where he lay, chest heaving with slow, unsteady breathing and eyes once more closed; Jessie remained in place for a moment longer and then finally released her paw from around his sheath, immediately letting loose a thick, oozing dribble of milky white to spread out between them.

Through all of this Cynder still continued with her rhythm, and now the burgeoning urgency of doing so brought her back to the matter at hand. Once more she glanced down beneath herself, trying to say something to warn Sasha, but found that the feeling overwhelmed her, and instead the kitsune tossed her head back, sucked in a breath through gritted teeth, and then reflexively pushed down, further, further. She felt Sasha's muscles clench around her in response, at once trying to drag her deeper as well as push her out - and then the hyena lifted up, gasped, gasped again, and let all that breath out in one quick, heavy rush.

This wasn't quite a new feeling to the kitsune-taur, but still she found herself shaking where she stood under the sheer force of the pleasure. Just as she had seen Scotty's load balloon out through Jessie's shaft, now she felt her own squirt and seethe within Sasha's, pushing back and forth around her buried cock as it pulsed deeper and deeper. Each spurt brought her lower hips down a little bit further, the pressure against her tapered tip growing as her grith butted up against the much smaller hyena's anatomy.

Each shudder from her finish made her jerk and shiver all over again, hypersensitivity weaving its way throughout her with this slick, sticky suction inside of the hyena's length, just pulling out rope after rope deep inside of her. Cynder felt Sasha squirm underneath her throughout, paws grasping at the kitsune's underbelly, legs squeezing tight, slipping away, then pulling back up for balance again, until finally she dropped completely away. The tight, semi-firm length of her pseudopenis sucked back along Cynder's twitching cock and then finally flopped free, streaking the hyena's belly with loose dribbling ropes of that pale white.

Still occasionally shivering with the sensation, Cynder finally lifted her head and opened her eyes again, mouth hanging open in steady panting, to see how the others were doing. Scotty still looked a million miles away, head hanging limp with his mouth open and tongue out, chest stirring while he still tried to catch his breath. Jessie, meanwhile, now had both paws at his lower body, carefully extracting herself from around his cum-slickened shaft. Both of them hissed and twitched as she pulled free, the frothy, bubbly mixture oozing out across his dark fur - until she clamped both paws around the upper end of her pseudopenis just behind the head, squeezing herself shut like a nearly-empty water balloon.

A little squeeze and twitch from the hyena beneath Cynder brought her back again, though, and she couldn't help but moan as Sasha's paws pressed around her swollen knot and then once more sank beneath the thick, supple rim of her sheath, earning another squirt of her load directly across her belly. Sasha purred softly, dragged a pair of fingers through the mess, and then slid those fingers into her maw, another shudder soon vibrating down her back.

"God," Sasha breathed. After a moment Cynder lifted herself up and stepped forward, heavy shaft and sack still dragging underneath her, to give her the room to breathe - though she knew that the hyena was perfectly happy where she had been right underneath the taur's undercarriage. "Never had it that deep before. I bet I'm gonna be tasting that tomorrow."

Cynder smirked down at her. "If you stay the night," she cooed, one hindleg halfway lifted to allow her heavy shaft the room to twitch and dribble without brushing against the floor, "I can make certain you do."

Jessie leaned back as well, now propping herself up against the panther's hindlegs where they still shivered and kicked gently. She continued to hold her pseudo squeezed shut over her belly, sloshing and pushing the feline's sizeable load back and forth throughout herself, shuddering with delight each time it squirted up inside of her again.

"So," she said, and ran her other paw up through Scotty's bellyfur. The panther-taur churred and squirmed. "What's next? I'm holding onto this since I don't wanna stain your nice couch, so, like - should I go get a bowl from the kitchen and we can do shots, or?"

With effort Scotty lifted his head, and reached up to wipe some of the drool from his mouth. Still his chest rocked in slow, steady breaths. "Not a bad idea," he said, and looked over to the other taur. "Cynder?"

"I hadn't thought of that. But I was thinking..." The kitsune stepped out into the middle of the room and looked from one hyena to the other, Sasha just now pulling herself up onto the couch and scrambling to keep herself from dumping her load right back out along the cushions. A thick yet loose spurt of milky white dribbled out and into the fabric before she could get a hold on it, though; and Cynder knew from experience that anything the two held inside themselves like that was only what hadn't made it all the way down to the root of their shafts. She knew her own volume, particularly under the effects of the hyper-load potion from earlier, and also knew that neither of these hyenas had come over with bellies as bloated as they were now. All it would take was some determined pushing, and a little bit of extra pressure... "How about you give those loads right back to us?"

Jessie looked from taur to fellow hyena and back. "Isn't that what I just suggested?"

"In a way, yes. But then also..." And now the kitsune tossed her head, winked, and turned her lower body so that her back end faced Jessie, and deliberately hiked her tail. She lowered herself down a bit, swung forward, then pushed up and back, letting the weight of her still-heavy sack swing underneath her and pull at the wrinkled pucker of her tailhole; immediately Jessie's eyes flashed down there, and she couldn't help but lick her lips and swallow. "A bit more specific."

Jessie slowly turned her muzzle up towards Cynder's, though her gaze remained glued to that revealed tailhole for a while longer. She gave a few more deliberate clenches just for good measure, and saw the hyena's pseudopenis twitch in her paw. "You want me to-?"

"Well, I'd reach back and spread myself for you, but-" Cynder tried it for good measure. "Body plan. You know how it is. You're gonna have to drive here, hon."

Over on the other couch Sasha sat up a bit further. "So what do I...?"

With some further effort Scotty managed to lift himself up. Jessie wobbled a bit as she dismounted from on top of him, then had to reach back towards the couch to balance herself on shaky legs. "There's two of us, isn't there?" the panther said, rolling over as well: he came over to stand beside Cynder facing the other way, then lowered his forelegs down and kept his backside hiked up into the air. His long, ropy tail danced and swung slowly in the air, offering a tantalizing view at another pert tailhole; Cynder reached over, ran a paw over his haunch, then traced her fingers across that pink pucker for good measure, pulling a reflexive twitch and shiver out of him. "Unless - Cynder, you said there was something you wanted to do first?"

"That's correct. Hang tight..."

Jessie grunted while stretching an arm over her head. Thick, whitish cum oozed down along the underside of her still-stiff length. "Little chance of that."

So far everything had gone precisely as planned. The kitsune smiled to herself on the way over to the other room, delighting in the sensation of her own augmented capabilities still swinging and bouncing underneath herself with each step, and the lurking knowledge of a second orgasm not that far around the corner: along with upping production, the potions also helped to break down the limits to allow for much faster, more intense_play. Over next to where the two had prepared themselves earlier she had kept the other things as well, mainly two pairs - just in case - of extra-large, extra-durable condoms, pre-lubed but not _too much. So the kitsune swiped up two of them, opened them on the way back over, and resumed her prior position alongside Scotty head to tail, making sure to hand one over to him.

Sasha, now standing as well, eyed them as the kitsune leaned over to slide the smooth rubber down over Scotty's still-hard shaft. "What's that for?"

The panther shivered at the sensation - luckily a feline's barbs weren't quite sharp or stiff enough to poke through - and gave an instinctive thrust. "You saw, or I guess felt, how much we're putting out. Do you know how much work it would take to clean up after another?"

"No," said Sasha, over Jessie's "Yes." The two looked at each other, then shared yet another bright grin.

Cynder lifted herself up a bit more, once again hiking a hindleg to allow Scotty access. She licked her lips, closed her eyes, and rumbled at the feeling of that sleek casing wrapping down around her length, just a vague ghost of what she had just pounded into Sasha just a few minutes ago yet still enough to remind her of it. Her knot had come down a bit, just enough that with effort Scotty managed to tug the rim of the condom down and over it - which naturally forced the kitsune to thrust and grind forward, already ballooning out the end with a few spurts of pre. "Sasha, dear?"

"Oh, right, um..." The hyena positioned herself behind the taur, nervous about reaching out to touch her at first, and then finally letting her paws settle forward along the feral half's rump. Cynder wiggled her rear back into that touch, deliberately keeping her tail up so that Sasha had no choice but to stare down at her tailhole and the back of her sack. "Can you... lower down a bit?"

"Anything for you."

"Actually, hang on, let me... just..."

Cynder waited - then couldn't help but perk and rumble softly at the hyena pursing her lips and dumping out a glob of thick, wet saliva against the upper rim of her tailhole, to then get rubbed in along and around under her thumbpad. She licked his lips and swallowed, then wiggled gently side to side; due to the size difference between the two of them all it took was a simple push back and a touch of relaxation to her muscles, and then that thumb slip up inside of her. She squeezed for good measure and then pushed it back out, and soon after felt Sasha line the end of her pseudopenis up with her now saliva-smeared center.

"So I just-?"

"Ever topped with that thing before?"

"I mean, yeah, but-"

The two were interrupted by a sudden wet, sticky squelch coming from beside them. Cynder looked over and got the front row seat in seeing Jessie now pushing along her shaft from the base to the tip, squeezing it like a tube of toothpaste in emptying out the portion of Scotty's load that remained there, right across his own tailhole. Still warm, still sticky, still delightful as though it had come straight from the source, the taur flexed his muscles back and then tightened together, already puckering himself against the blunted end of Jessie's length.

"C'mon, Sasha," the other hyena teased. Scotty perked at the grip of a confident paw at the base of his tail and then the other circling in over the wrinkles of his tailhole, spreading his load like lube all throughout that spot there. Not one, not two, but three fingers poked in against his rim, gyrating gently in a circle and coaxing at the muscles there, teasing them to loosen without spreading him right open. "All you have to do is get ready, line up, and... and then..."

Then the panther's back arched and he pulled in a slow, sweet breath as Jessie started to sink up into him, managing to bury herself to the balls - so to say - in one smooth movement. A sweet moan trickled out from Scotty's parted lips, and Cynder watched in delight as he pressed himself back up against her, feral haunches grinding against her lap and loins. Already his shaft dumped another spurt of pre into the condom wrapped snug around him, briefly flexing out its nose.

"How's that, cat?"

"That's... good..."

Bolstered on by the display, Sasha's fingers tightened along Cynder's rump and she angled herself forward. Carefully she circled her tip around through the stickiness of her saliva, then poked up against the center - the kitsune relaxed again and pushed back, letting her tailhole purse out against the hyena - and then started to press on in, slowly at first and then gaining speed with her confidence. Cynder sighed with that sweet entry, nerves tingling under the action, body wanting already to clench and squeeze and pound back against the smaller hyena to get what she really wanted out of her.

So instead she waited until she felt Sasha's lower body press against the base of her tail, and only then squeezed. It was quite easy for a taur of her relative size to work her top just like that, by flexing and relaxing the muscles of her lower bowels around them. Even as Jessie got into a steady rhythm at Scotty's backside, the panther rocking gently forward and back with little chirps and moans escaping his lips, Cynder felt Sasha's claws dig into her haunches for the way the kitsune squished and squeezed and pushed and wrapped around her. There was a little shudder, and a thrust, and a sensation of wet heat spurting out against her inner walls; Cynder smirked, knowing that that was her milking out what of her own load remained caught within the length of Sasha's pseudo.

Gradually she grew in confidence and pace as well, thumbs pulling out near the rim of Cynder's tailhole to spread the taur further around her, her own mock-sack brushing up against the root of the kitsune's each time she buried herself forward inside of her. The two maintained a slightly different pace, Jessie going at Scotty's backside with more force and energy, arms straining with how she held onto him and pulled him back against herself about as roughly as she thrust forward; he had wrapped his tail around her midsection, and during a pause while she readjusted how she stood behind him, the hyena swept that up over her shoulder and clamped it between her teeth, broad fangs punching through sleek black fur and gripping into place.

Immediately Scotty pulled in another gasp and pressed back against her, the rich pink of his sleeved shaft slapping up against his belly as it pumped another few spurts of pre out into his condom. Every time Cynder adjusted herself from squeezing to pushing again she felt the familiar warm trickle of her own continuing to fill up as well, along with the sensation of weight from the end of the rubber starting to balloon out, sopping and sloshing within itself against the floor. There was just something about the size and shape of Sasha's length slurping up into her, sinking deep, squishing along her lower bowels, and then yanking back out, now smeared with the natural sticky wetness of her insides along with the saliva that the hyena had dumped out across her beforehand.

Throughout this Cynder wondered just what, exactly, this felt like to the hyenas: she had spent plenty of time with similarly-equipped gals before, and while they certainly enjoyed getting touched and squeezed and stroked as though they had the more "common" variety of member between their legs, each one seemed to much more enjoy the sensation of having something _inside_themselves, or most preferably, both at once. Jessie certainly seemed not to mind, though, for the way that her hips slapped and pumped against Scotty's backside, the panther's hard cock now rhythmically bouncing under his belly with little cloudy jets pouring out into his condom, and Cynder felt herself coming to much the same point as Sasha bent more fully over her, chest and belly pressing at her haunches and affording her a different angle inside the kitsune's depths.

"God," the hyena rumbled, sliding her paws back and forth around the sides of Cynder's feral lower body. One came forward along her ribs while the other reached down and underneath, coming tantalizingly close to the throbbing, bouncing length of her cock, then back again towards her tailhole to spread the supple skin, and reach around the underside to press in between heavy balls. "Feels - so..."

"As good as it did for us, I imagine," the kitsune purred, again pushing herself back against her. Sasha gasped, swallowed, held there for a moment, then drew almost all the way back towards her blunted tip, and sank right on back in.

"In fact, I'm... having trouble... ah-"

_ _

"Mm?"

At first Cynder thought Sasha hadn't heard her, under the rhythmic slapping of hips to rump and energetic, unsteady panting. A moment later, though, she realized why: those paws at her haunches tightened, the hyena pressed even more firmly in against her, and then she gasped, shuddered, pushed, pushed again - and pushed her lower belly in against the rise of the kitsune's back end for that little bit of extra pressure, with that distinct sensation of thick, warm wetness pouring out deep inside of her, squirting free from the hyena's shaft after the time it took to travel the length from inside of her. Sasha shuddered and moaned throughout this, her muscles trying to work against the natural flow.

"Not..." Sasha shuddered all over again, her claws pricking gently into Cynder's haunches. The kitsune freely pressed herself back against the hyena, welcoming the fulfilling sensation of what was still her own load pouring right up into herself; her own shaft continued to jerk and twitch underneath her, repeatedly spurting out into her swollen condom, not quite there herself but getting very close. "Cumming - hah... I gotta... squeeze like I'm pissing, so I'm sorry if-"

"Don't be," Cynder managed, and licked her lips. "Keep going."

"What?"

"Keep going."

_ _

And so she did, as Cynder knew she would. Soon after Sasha picked her pace back up, her thrusts now wet and sloppy and sticky from the bits and streaks of the kitsune's own cum that had started to leak and squirt back out from the imperfect seal of her wrinkled tailhole around her shaft, Scotty gasped, jerked, and halfway lifted up, nearly knocking Jessie off-balance where she stood behind him. From here Cynder could just barely see that the hyena had wrapped an arm down around his lower body and now pumped him into his condom, fingers running smoothly over those barbs and getting them further caught within the material as he rhythmically twitched, throbbed, then throbbed again, sharp ropes of white splattering out into what was now a sizeable, heavy balloon spread out across the floor underneath him; while he still emptied his balls for a second time out the other hyena tilted her head back, took in a breath between teeth gritted around his tail, then glanced down, yanked that tail up and out of the way, forced herself forward, and then almost doubled over with the sensation of her own peak. She, too, briefly concentrated and then managed to do the very same as Sasha, the volume swelling out her lower belly visibly receding as she worked her internal muscles to empty out.

The sight of this, the sounds of Scotty's desperate, urgent panting, the barely audible plopping and sloshing of his ropes dumping out into the condom swollen so far around his length that his tip soon started to dip beneath the milky white surface, and then the steady, determined rhythm of Sasha's shaft still deep inside of her. Pressure warmed, simmered, built; Cynder bit her lip, closed her eyes, took in a slow breath through her nose; then all of the muscles within her bowels and loins steadily tightened, first deliberately, and then beyond her control - and then her entire body jerked and bucked, that breath puffing out in a sharp exhalation and then sucking right back in, as she felt her untended cock pulse and spurt with another load spraying out into her condom, the elastic rubber straining around the force and volume. The longer she went on the faster her breaths came, and soon Sasha buried herself to the base again amid the kitsune's orgasm, grunting gently every time the taur's formidable muscles clenched around her shaft again.

Then, slowly, Sasha pulled herself free, her pseudo slipping quite easily from Cynder's cum-slickened depths. She felt the telltale dribble of the leaking mess roll down her slightly stretched rim and the back of her sack, warm and sticky; when she lowered her hind end down close to the floor, careful not to put too much pressure onto the overfilled condom. Both panting gently still, the hyena wiped the still-leaking head of her shaft off across Cynder's tailhole, coaxing the ring of wrinkled muscle to pucker and wink and purse against her, smacking gently each time it parted open.

Slowly Scotty lowered himself down as well, then rolled part of the way onto his side. Balls still heavy despite their thorough milking spread out across his inner thigh, and he stretched his arms up over his head with a wide, relaxed sigh; Jessie dismounted, gave her slickened, slimy shaft a few slow strokes, and then dropped onto the couch, now letting the floppy-firm length of flesh hang down between her legs and drip onto the floor.

"Good God," she breathed, chest heaving. She swallowed. "I think I'm finally done."

"Yeah," Cynder replied, turning herself so that her lower body faced Scotty's with each of their full condoms sloshing between them. "Gonna need a good breather..."

To her surprise, though, it was Sasha who disagreed: "Oh, no you're not."

All three of the other muzzles tilted up to her. The hyena blinked with surprise first, then showed a grin; she stepped carefully over the tangle of feral legs, reached down towards Cynder's still hard cock - the kitsune lifted her leg and rolled over a bit to allow her access - and then with a bit of effort managed to unfurl the rim from back around her swollen knot, then managed to slurp the thing up and off of her sizeable length. Some of that mess slopped free and soaked quickly across the floor and Cynder's fur, but the rest Sasha managed to pinch back and hold tight in a paw just as she and Jessie had done with themselves a little while before; she cradled the swollen thing in the crook of her arm and carried it over towards where Scotty lay, and then with a quick look for permission, knelt down, pressed the mouth of the condom up against his slightly-parted tailhole, waited for confirmation...

...and then pressed against the back end of it, smoothly dumping globules of Cynder's captured mess up and into the panther's lower bowels. Immediately he perked up, swallowed, then shivered with the sensation of that load dispersing out inside of him, sloshing around inside of him and settling deeper and deeper the more Sasha pressed and squeezed at the oversized condom, until finally she had no more to give him, and nearly ended up pressing her entire paw into him as well. This left the other taur panting and squirming all over again, with Jessie leaning forward where she sat on the couch to get a closer look.

Cynder licked her lips. "Well, then," she said, "don't leave me out, huh? Jessie?"

Another pair of eyes flashed over to her.

"You wanna return the favor?"

"Fill your belly again? Well, don't mind if I do." The couch creaked gently when she stood up and went over to Scotty, murmuring something under her breath to him - which made him perk and blush - as she wrestled with his condom. His barbs had poked a few holes up near the neck, but the hyena didn't seem to mind the warm, sticky mess dribbling down through her fur as she brought it over to Cynder, who got herself right back into position with her forelegs on the ground and her hind end hiked up, already able to feel her tailhole naturally spreading slightly open with the angle. "How many bellies have you got to fill, anyway?"

"Well, I-" And a sweet shiver vibrated up her back at the first sensation of that liquid dumping out into her, gravity aiding its course in sweeping through the twists and turns of her guts. She both felt as well as heard her bowels groan and slosh with the extra volume, this second load joining the first already deep inside of her. "-Ah... how about - you reach up inside of me one of these days, and count for yourself?"

The hyena pressed herself up against her while she continued to empty out the condom, each grip of her paw squirting out what felt like another forceful spurt into her already-full depths. "Sounds like a date. Next time, maybe?"

When she pulled the condom free from Cynder's tailhole, it sucked in place for a moment and then popped free with a wet smack, like a deep, sloppy kiss. The kitsune licked her lips and swallowed, instinctively clenching back down to keep that mess from flowing right on out of her. "Next time."

"Until then, though..." Jessie reached down to Sasha, arms still streaked in dripping cum, and hoisted the other hyena up. She wobbled where she stood and leaned forward against her, breasts briefly pressing together, then came apart again. "Wanna go, uh, get cleaned up in the shower with me?"

"Ooh." Sasha trailed her fingers along Jessie's thigh, came in between her legs, gave her hanging pseudo a little tap and brush, and then slid away. "Read my mind. Is that alright?"

"Of course," Cynder answered, again rolling over onto her side. Her tailhole pursed and puckered under the sheer volume pumped inside of her. "We have the extra-size, because... well, you know. I'd tell you two not to get too crazy, but that drain has handled literally everything we've thrown at it so far."

Sasha let her arm drop around Jessie's waist, and the other hyena did the same but around her shoulder. Jessie said something into Sasha's ear, which made her cover her mouth to suppress a cackle, and then they stepped carefully over the reclining taurs toward the hall... and Cynder gladly followed their progress, eyes slipping down their backs towards sleek, soft rumps swinging and swaying with each step, long pseudopenises still visible between their legs as they went.

Then she looked over to Scotty again, just now catching his breath, and winked.