FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

One sunny morning, many different workers were arriving at their jobs for the day. One of those people was Wayne, an especially large typhlosion-taur, walking in through the loading bay in the back of the building, seeing his coworkers already there. "There you are man, we were starting to wonder if you were going to show up at all." One of them said jokingly. He rolled his eyes, walking up to the other muscular pokemon that he towered over, none of them even half his height. "You know I'm early, you guys were just.. more early." He chuckled. "Since I'm apparently so late, why don't we get to work right away?" He said as he walked over to his station, a few of the others groaning. All of them were quite happy with their job, but there were still a few minutes left before they'd actually need to start. Regardless, they all readied themselves.

He raised his front half up, resting on two thick metal bars that hung from the ceiling- his upper body held onto one, and his taur half resting its front legs over the other. It exposed his dark cock too, or at least exposed it even more. It was multiple feet thick and incredibly long, enough to jut out from between his front legs if he was standing normally, two medial rings on its length with a humanoid glans, the entire length covered in angry veins that made it throb hard enough to flip a car- he knew that part from experience. Litres of precum poured from his urethra every second, as they always did, splattering against the wall in front of him and floor, with a sticky trail left from when he entered. His gargantuan balls, almost half as tall as his taur body and just as veiny as his prick, throbbed against the floor and rumbled loud enough that the ground shook lightly. Him and his coworkers had to talk louder than normal to hear each other over such a noise, but they'd all worked together long enough that they didn't really need to think about it to do so.

Marcus, a linoone coworker that was considered his personal assistant, approached him by his front, smiling up at him. "Ready for the pump, big guy?" They asked him calmly, holding up a thick glass dome covered with lube, attached to a heavy duty pump that led to a machine and several huge vats. It'd been bought so he wouldn't make as much of a mess of the workplace, and so his semen could be sold later. "Ready as always." He replied with a smile of his own, looking down at them as they lifted the pump up to his tip and shoved it onto him with a wet 'shlick', barely able to fit his glans inside but staying firmly in place.

A shudder went through his body, his dick throbbing extra hard before he let out a moan and started to cum hard, the dome over his tip and the tube almost immediately filling up, some leaking out around his shaft. Fortunately the linoone was quick to act, rushing over to the machine and turning it on, its loud rumble still quite a bit quieter than what was coming from his nuts. The pump started sucking on him, the rim sealing around his shaft and draining his cum into the large vats.

"Nnf.. alright, let's get started then." He moaned quietly, squeezing one of the bars with his hands, looking back at the others and seeing more than he expected, his eyes going wide. There were far more packages than he usually had to deal with, and while he normally had two or three large things to deliver in a day, it looked like half of the things here were things he considered 'large'. "Black friday, remember? It was on the schedule." One of his coworkers said, noticing his surprised look. "Yeah, uh.. is that a car? I haven't had to deliver one of those in months." He gulped. He was incredibly stretchy even for his size, but that didn't make such huge objects any less daunting. They nodded in response.

He watched as the car, wrapped in powerful bubblewrap with large bumps, was lifted up with a large forklift and slowly brought toward him, stopping a few metres away. There was some more preparation that needed to be done before he actually had it inserted into him, and on a tall platform right behind him his workmates lifted a large bottle of clear lubricant being lifted up and squirted right onto his huge donut of a tailhole. Just like practically every other part of him it was rather oversized, nearly six feet across and three feet thick, covered in bulging veins like the rest of his junk. He bit his lip and moaned quietly, his prick throbbing harder as some of his muscular coworkers began to rub the lubricant all over his donut using their hands, making his dark tailhole slick and shiny. Despite the angry veins his donut was incredibly soft and squishy, and the others made sure to give it lots of firm yet gentle squeezes. He trembled from that slippery massage to his throbbing pucker, cumming even harder into the pump and starting to bulge out the long tube with the sheer force and amount of his seed.

The preparation was ready, and now things were going to get even more intense. Two ropes were lifted by hand, rubbery hooks on one end and metal hooks on the other, the rubber ends brought to the center of his hole and gently pushed in, stretching him open. His attention was grabbed by something pressing down on his cock and the front of his body, looking down to see Marcus sitting on his prick with their legs over the sides, their hands lightly against his taur half to stabilize themselves. "You're doing fine, fella." They reassured him, giving his huge gut a gentle pat. He let out a sigh, relaxing and squeezing the bars he was holding. "Thanks, Mark." He told them, but he still gasped as the ropes were lifted and pulled, the rubber hooks grabbing the sides of his donut and stretching him wide open. "O-oh fuck.." He groaned, trying not to thrust or move so everyone could do their jobs, his cock pulsing hard enough that it nearly threw Marcus off of it- they had enough practice though, and stayed firmly in place. Normally the hooks were only brought out when there were many large packages, and otherwise he'd simply have himself stretched with hands the whole time- he preferred the hands, not to say that he didn't love the feeling of the hooks stretching him open. As stretchy as he was, the wider he was spread the harder it became for his rim to be pulled further, but the others were strong and kept on pulling, stretching his rim wider than the rest of his ass.

It didn't take long for the ropes to be pulled as far as they were meant to, the metal hooks being attached to rails on the sides of the platform and removing the need for the ropes to be held by hand. Though the stretching was only horizontally, it still made his pucker part slightly to show off the glistening inside, momentarily closing whenever he squeezed. "Alright bud, time to start loading up." One of the coworkers said, giving his lube-covered donut a pat that made him huff. "Just.. take it slow, you know this is huge even for me." He told them as they got off of the platform, making room for the lift to bring the wrapped-up car right up to him, lightly pressing against his hole. He groaned from the pleasure, but his worry about such a stretch was still visible- the linoone sitting on his cock made sure to calm him down. "It's alright, big guy. I know it's big, but you've taken bigger." They cooed, gently massaging his stomach while grinding their crotch back and forth on top of his shaft, their self-lubing rubber suit making the experience quite pleasurable for both of them. "T-thanks dude, just not the easiest to relax when you're having a car shoved up your ass." He laughed through his moans, the car starting to push harder. "He's right, you know, Wayne. I remember we got a bus halfway into you once, and only stopped because we realized that you wouldn't be able to walk with that whole thing inside you." Another coworker chimed in.

The front of the car slid into him at a snail's pace, his rim stretched just wide enough by the hooks for it to fit in him easily enough, the car quickly stretching him further vertically and starting to press down on his prostate. He was nearly drooling from the overwhelming pleasure, his knees quivering and his orgasm almost overpowering the pump as one of the vats reached capacity- the machine wouldn't fail, despite the mildly concerning creaking and groaning coming from it as his cum bulged out different pipes and tubes. Marcus made sure to soothe him the whole time, helping him stay relaxed to make the insertion easier for everybody, grinding the bulge of their huge balls and thick cock against him, as small as they might've been compared to his size.

The machine pushing the car stopped once it was halfway into him, his puffy tailhole squeezing around it but the strong bubblewrap keeping anything from breaking. The large bumps of those bubbles also served to give him more pleasure, his balls working hard to keep pumping out more and more cum into the vats. Now that the car was deep enough he could get a 'hold' on it with his insides, taking a moment to regain his composure before slowly and rhythmically clenching and relaxing, each squeeze drawing it a bit deeper into him without the aid of the machine holding it up. "It's almost all in, you're doing great." The linoone said, squeezing his cock between their thighs, one hand sinking into his belly and the other reaching up to gently rub his cheek. A balloon of precum had formed at their tip in the cocksleeve built into their suit, the experience being quite pleasurable to them too.

With a loud, wet slurp, the entirety of the wrapped up car slid entirely into that hot typhlosion ass, leaving his tailhole gaped as it went deeper in his rump and settled in the stomach of his taur half, the weight and size making his large belly bulge slightly and press more against his prick. He moaned loudly from the pleasure, clenching tight enough that the bars the hooks were holding onto creaked under the strain. The pump nearly overflowed, having trouble for a few seconds draining his cum faster than he could shoot it out, the dome over his glans entirely filled with white. "See? You've got nothing to worry about." Marcus told him, putting both hands on his cheeks and giving him a rub. "Yeah, you were right." He huffed and smiled, his hole quivering when he squeezed down on the rubber hooks, and the car deep inside him. "Don't tighten up too much, we still got a lot more to pack in." Somebody behind him reminded him, and he shivered. Two of the cum vats were full, with his seed loudly splashing into a third as the pump strained.

The second package, smaller than the car and in an easier shape to take, was soon lifted to his veiny donut. If he had to guess judging by its shape all wrapped up, this must've been a couch or sofa. It'd be plenty easier to take than the car was, not to say it'd be too easy. "You took the car, so you know you can take this." Marcus said, more precum spurting into their rubber suit as they grinded against him. He nodded, preparing himself for even more stretching and pleasure before the couch had started pushing in, light enough that people could push against the back of it this time. He let out a shaky moan from the bumpy wrapping stimulating his insides, once again rubbing against his prostate to make him orgasm even harder. The couch slid in a lot faster than the car, and it didn't take much time before it was all the way inside him to join the car in his depths. "H-hah.. what's next?" He asked, starting to get used to the pleasure now. "We have.. a few more couches, then we'll move onto the fridges." A coworker said, giving his butt a pat. Looked like he still had a while to go..

Time passed, and more and more packages were stuffed inside him to make his stomach slowly expand outward and make his body heavier and heavier. There were couches, fridges, ovens, even a piano, tables and desks, chairs.. All sorts of large furniture that most people probably wouldn't dream of trying to fit inside themselves, but now he had several tonnes weighing him down, not that it was anything he couldn't handle. After all of the large items were in the hooks had been taken out of him, giving his hole a chance to rest. As nice as it felt, even he would start to get sore after having those stretch him apart for so long, and they weren't really needed for smaller things. Instead, two of the other pokemon went up behind him instead, using their strong hands to grab and pull his veiny donut wide, though not as nearly as much as the hooks did. His pillow-soft pucker throbbed angrily against those hands as they squeezed him, bringing him right into a second climax as the first finally ended.

At that point, things were simply lifted and pushed into him by hand, everything covered in that thick bubblewrap, some things still in smaller boxes. Those were fisted deep into him one by one, arms going shoulder deep to make sure those packages would be safe deep in his tight and hot ass. It wasn't entirely necessary at this point, but the linoone kept soothing and pleasuring him, gradually approaching an orgasm of their own as they kept humping against him with their slippery, squeaky, rubbery suit. "Almost done, you big hunk..~" They huffed, hugging onto his big belly and resting their head on it, their fluffy tail swaying behind them. He could only moan in response as he felt another hand glide against his sensitive prostate.

He groaned as his hole was finally let go, letting it slowly close while it kept dripping lube out onto the back of his balls, twitching lightly when he squeezed. "That everything?" He asked with a long sigh, relaxing with his cheeks bright red. "Yup. Took a while but we got every last package in." Someone behind him responded, and he huffed. Above the sound of his balls rumbling he could faintly hear Marcus moaning softly, squeezing him tighter as their cock throbbed powerfully, hot cum pouring into their suit and further inflating the condomlike-balloon at their tip. It swelled larger and larger until it contained nearly five gallons of linoone cum, sloshing around as they relaxed. "H-heh, sorry about that. Got a bit carried away." They chuckled, blushing with him as their member softened, weighed down by so much cum at their tip. "It's fine, but uh.." He paused, glancing at the pokemon behind him who were preparing his saddle. "Could I get a sniff before you empty it?" He asked them, and they rolled their eyes. "Of course, big guy." They chuckled, slowly unzipping the front of their suit, a zipper going down from their neck to right above their crotch- as they opened it it exposed their hot, sweaty fur, a wave of steamy musk rolling out. He shivered lightly, taking a sniff before shaking his head. "Mmf, thanks." He grunted.

It took a bit longer for his orgasm to finally come to an end, the last vat nearly full. In that time, Marcus had climbed off of him and emptied the cum from their suit before taking the pump off of him, and helping the others put his saddle on his taur body- it was made of leather with a shiny black sheen, not covering his entire back but still long and wide enough with enough seats for all of his coworkers to fit on, with some space to spare. It had two large straps that went under him, pinned between his cargo-filled belly and veiny dick, tight enough that nothing would shift around on top. After everyone was secure in their seats they all got onto the road, speeding away with the thunderous steps of Wayne, the packages inside him shaking around but staying safe thanks to the bumpy bubblewrap, and his hole squeezing to prevent any from slipping out.

Soon enough they arrived at the first stop, moving around as they stopped in front of a simple little home, getting into their positions and one of them ringing the doorbell. A minute passed before the door opened up, revealing a short, chubby, samurai helmet wearing appletun standing there. "Oh, hi! Are you the deliverer.. delivery.. packa.. m.. mail bringers?" They asked, practically shouting to be heard over the sound of the typhlosion-taur's balls. "Indeed we are! And you're.. Fuji?" One of the big, muscular pokemon mailmen asked, and the appletun nodded. The taller one turned around, looking toward Wayne's ass as he crouched down, his donut stretched wide by two more of the workers. Marcus was hard at work, in more ways than one. While part of their job consisted of keeping him relaxed as packages were inserted into him, the other part was to climb inside him whenever things were delivered to make sure the right package was given with max efficiency. Along with their rubber suit they also had a pair of goggles on and a headlamp so they could see easily inside him while they were all slick with lubricant, their shaft pressing against the walls of his stomach while they looked for the right parcel.

They peeked their upper body out of his tailhole, holding a relatively small, wrapped up box in both hands, dripping with lube. "Is this yours?" They asked, panting softly. He was trying his best to suppress his noises, but every time this happened he always let out some loud moans. The feeling of someone wriggling around in his tailhole was just too good for him to stay quiet, and it helped him to continue pouring out hundreds of gallons of cum onto Fuji's lawn. They stood on their toes, looking at the label on top of the wrapping. "Uhh.. nope!" They said casually and shook their head, and Marcus mumbled a quiet 'oops' before slipping back in. The first few packages were always the hardest, it was tough to see properly inside him even with their equipment. They looked around and brought out a different package, lube dripping from their body. "Is this it?" They asked the appletun, and they peeked at it before shaking their head again. "I think it was the first one, actually." They said. Marcus certainly wasn't going to complain about more chances to go into the taur's rump, going in and finding the first box before bringing it out, handing it to the appletun with a clipboard and pen to sign, which they took and clumsily wrote their name before handing the things back. "Have a good day!" They said, Marcus giving them a smile before them and the other workers climbed back onto the saddle, the linoone giving him a pat. "Alright bud, let's get goin'." They said, and he chuckled. "Not even gonna give me time to finish cumming, huh?" He huffed, running down the street and leaving behind a huge trail of cum, as well as a massive pool of it on Fuji's lawn. They watched the taur disappear into the distance, before looking at their package again. "Wait.. is this my package..?"

Later on, around halfway through the deliveries, they stopped in front of a cozy little home. After ringing the doorbell Marcus casually climbed into Wayne's rump again while it was held open by the others, looking at what was meant to be delivered here. At first they thought there must've been some sort of error, but looking at the packages around them everything seemed to be right- about two dozen packages were being sent here, all to the same person. They grabbed the first one, which was very obviously a dildo despite the wrapping on it, poking back out of the taur's hole and seeing a large charizard standing by the front door, tall enough that they'd have to duck to fit through the doorway.

"You Razi?" Marcus asked, and the charizard nodded. "Yeah, that's me." They said before being handed the clipboard and told to sign it, which they did. "Here, just give me a minute to get the rest." The linoone said, giving them the dildo before going back in. They found the second package.. which was also a dildo. Razi chuckled nervously as they were handed that one as well. Even as casual as things were around here, it still tended to be awkward for some when someone gave you a sex toy, let alone two of them. Marcus didn't mind- they were literally inside somebody's ass to deliver mail- going back in entirely to get the third package.

It wasn't much of a surprise when the third package was also a dildo, just like the fourth, and the fifth, and the sixth.. each one was bigger than the last, and every time Marcus popped out to hand over one of the toys the charizard was more embarrassed. By the sixth dildo they were as big as the linoone's own cock, coming in all sorts different shapes and colours, from a simple humanoid cock to one with a flare, ridges, spines, and a knot. "S-something wrong back there?" Wayne groaned, feeling Marcus move back and forth inside him again and again, repeatedly rubbing up against different sensitive spots. He didn't get an answer, not being heard over the volume of his balls rumbling. Eventually there was only one toy left, taller and wider than the linoone, needing lots of hard pushing before it fell to the ground with a wet, heavy thud, right next to the large pile of other dildos. Razi was sitting on the ground, their hands hiding their face as it burned bright red with embarrassment. Twenty five toys had been delivered, the smallest of them being a foot long and quite thick.

"T-thanks.." They mumbled, just sitting there and not trying to bring anything inside yet. "Must've been a sale, huh?" Marcus asked as they came back out of his hole, standing on the ground and lightly brushing themselves off as if that'd get rid of the lube that covered every inch of their body. "R-right." They huffed in response. The others had to maintain professionalism and contain their laughter, Marcus giving Razi a pat on the back before the crew all climbed back onto Wayne's saddle. He turned around to face them, bending his front half down so he could whisper something to them without the others hearing. "So uh.. Where'd you buy that?" He asked, awkwardly pointing toward the largest dildo of the bunch, his tip still pouring cum which completely covered all of the bubblewrapped toys. "..I got it from Jurassic Subs' website.." They mumbled in return, even more embarrassed about the whole situation."T-thanks." He said, standing back up and turning away, Marcus giving them a little wave before he ran off, continuing with work.

Many, many packages later with not too many left, they arrived at a high-rise apartment. Wayne obviously couldn't fit inside so they buzzed in, asking for the tenant who the package was meant to be delivered to. After a short wait the door opened, revealing a tall lunala with an ass almost as big as Wayne's despite them being only a bit under a third of his height. "Lukas?" Marcus asked, standing behind his rump while it was held open by the others, holding a clipboard. With the larger deliveries they usually weren't needed inside him, and he'd just push things out on his own. "Yeah, that's me." The lunala replied, unfazed by the sight of the gigantic typhlosion-taur ass and his earthquake-deep balls, even while he moaned and continued to cum all over the street. "Sign here, please." The linoone said and handed over the clipboard and pen, Lukas quickly signing their name and handing it back.

He huffed and panted, doing his best to squeeze and push out the piano that'd been ordered, to no avail. After a few fruitless tries he groaned, talking back to the others. "I-I think I'm a bit too tired after all that, could Mark go in and help?" Hearing that, Marcus handed the clipboard to one of the others, putting their hands on his donut. "Wait here, please." They said to the lunala, who patiently waited for their order, before climbing into him again and disappearing from sight. It was easy enough to find the piano inside him despite the occasional squeezing against their body, massaging every inch of their being, including their long, throbbing cock. Every time they climbed inside him they felt closer to cumming, but since the larger packages usually didn't require them being in his rump their orgasm had basically been denied. Now that pleasure was coming back at full strength even with his squeezes being lighter, rubbing their sensitive prick through the lube-secreting rubber and coaxing out even more precum into the tip.

While Marcus wasn't as strong as everybody else on the crew, they were strong enough to push and pull at the piano to slowly help it out, slipping around in his lube-covered insides and only mildly distracted by their lust. The feeling of them not just moving around in his stomach but sometimes pressing right out, straightening their legs or arms to push their feet or hands down against the inside of his stomach while trying to shove the piano, was enough to make his knees go weak. He reflexively clenched tighter, making it harder to get the piano out but pressing against Marcus more at the same time, making it tougher for them to do anything other than hump against his insides.

It only took a few more squeezes before they couldn't hold it anymore, their moans muffled as they shuddered and tensed, pouring hot cum into their suit and inflating the tip again. Once they finished their body relaxed, allowing him to relax in turn, and letting the piano slip right out. Fortunately the others caught it before it could hit the ground, putting it down on the ground as it dripped with lube. "He's- nnf- still in there." Wayne grunted, feeling them lightly wiggle around. "Just let 'em rest for now, we won't need him until the next stop." One of the other workers said, helping the others carry the piano inside with the lunala. He simply huffed and waited, feeling Marcus relax in his stomach again, still able to feel their cock throbbing along with the liquid weight of the inflated tip. It was hard for him to keep himself from clenching too much still, continuing to cum hard all over the practically flooded street, but he didn't want to disturb the linoone during their rest. They were still resting inside him after the others returned, and remained there as he went on to continue delivering packages.

Eventually, there was only one delivery left to make: The big, heavy car deep inside him. The place it was to be delivered to was so out of the way that he needed to be given a gps to find out how to get there. It was deep in a forest, not hidden away from any trail but certainly not connected to any main road. The house itself was unassuming, just a simple home that wasn't out of place in a forest. They knocked on the door as there wasn't a doorbell and got into position, spreading the taur's butt wide and immediately bringing him into another blissfully messy orgasm- despite the many, many times he came that day already, each climax was just as productive as the last, the ground and some trees in front of him rapidly getting covered in his seed.

The door opened up to reveal a tall riolu (tall for their species, at least), looking up at the others. They wore an outfit with the Team Rocket logo emblazoned on their hat, immediately making the crew a little bit nervous, but a delivery was a delivery. "What do you want?" They asked in a relaxed yet suspicious tone. "You're Gino, right? We're delivering your order." Marcus replied calmly. The riolu nodded, glancing at the giant typhlosion-taur ass. "Yeah, alright, where do I sign?" They asked, being handed the clipboard which they quickly signed and returned, then simply stood there with their arms crossed while they waited.

Marcus turned away, about to climb in before they stopped and looked to the others. "Uh.. you think some of you could help? I don't think I'll be able to get this one out on my own." They asked, to which the others nodded. It wasn't exactly standard protocol but it wasn't unheard of that one or more of them would go into Wayne's rump with the linoone, and he'd be quite relaxed and especially slippery now anyways. So Marcus along with three others went into him, making him gasp and squirm as they moved around inside him. At this point he could hardly even push with how tired his hole was, but he did his best to help as the crew inside him started to push the car out by hand, making it slide and rock back and forth in him as he moaned. There weren't enough people outside to catch it, but he had his rump lowered down and the strong bubblewrap would ensure there'd be no damage.

Those inside him were grunting and huffing as they slowly shoved the car out, pressing against his sensitive insides the whole time. Gino watched silently, tapping their foot on the ground as they waited. Once the car started coming into view their eyes widened, but they remained quiet even as more stretched his puffy donut wider with each shove from inside. It got stuck just before halfway, requiring some final extra-hard shoves before it finally came out and landed with a loud 'whud'. Marcus flew out with it, flopping onto the rear and letting out a huff. "Uh.. thanks." The riolu said, an eyebrow raised as the other workers climbed out, brushing some lube off of themselves and taking a minute to rest. "Let us know online if you have any complaints." Marcus said tiredly, standing up and climbing onto the saddle with the others, giving Wayne a pat on the back. "You did a great job today, big guy. It was a lot for all of us." They chuckled. "I'm more worried about my balls being sore than my ass, I've been cumming nearly all day." He laughed in response, starting to make his way back to work.

Once everyone was out of sight, and the rumbling from Wayne's dense balls couldn't be heard, Gino fetched a pair of scissors from their house. They cut open the bubble wrap, not even needing to fully take it off of the car before they threw the scissors aside and stomped a foot on the ground. "Oh come the fuck on..!" They pouted. Instead of the racecar bed they had ordered, it seemed that somehow they ended up with an actual car instead. "I could've just stolen a car if I wanted this!" They shouted to nobody in particular, stomping again in frustration.

. . .

Sometime later, the work crew had arrived back at work. Most had gone home, only Wayne and Marcus had stayed behind- they told the others it was to clean up some of the equipment, which was true, but it was also a moment where they'd spend some quiet time together. His saddle was taken off and they stripped out of their rubber suit, letting their sweaty musk fill the room they were both in, their long dick throbbing freely and dripping pre on the floor. It was a mess, but compared to the mess that he was making himself it was practically nothing, the entire floor and wall in front of him drenched with thick, white typhlosion cum.

He was laying on his side, his upper half propping itself up on one of his elbows while he moaned softly. They were kneeling behind him, both hands on his veiny donut, dragging their tongue across it in long, slow strokes. Neither of them said anything, no words were needed, just the quiet intimacy of the moment. Quiet if the ground-shaking noises from his veiny sack were excluded, of course. They'd work together for quite a while, and over that time they grew closer together. Most of that closeness was just getting along better at work, and a few nights where they went out as drinking buddies, but sometimes- like now- they had more sweet moments.

They weren't dating, they were just normal friends doing some fun and relaxing things together, even if they both loved doing such things and spending time with one another on the job, and wanted to be together much more often, and possibly be more than just friends.. both of them kept that knowledge secret from the other, happy enough only being friends for now and not wanting to take the chance of making things weird. So they enjoyed the moment, Marcus covering every inch of that thick, soft, throbbing typhlosion donut in spit. He was practically melting, his cheeks bright red as he let out all of his pleasured noises.

The rimming couldn't continue forever, already having been going on for a good half an hour, the linoone's tongue getting tired. They stood up behind his rump, barely able to see over it even with him on his side, putting one hand on his pucker and the other gripping their shaft. Their eyes met across the length of his body, both laughing embarrassedly and looking away from each other, until they pressed their tip against the center of his hyper tailhole. He gave them a little nod, and they slowly slid their length into him until every last inch was buried. Both of them let out pleasured moans, Marcus' tail sticking out as they shivered. They put both hands on his butt, gently massaging him as they began to slowly thrust. Their work day was over, but their night was just beginning..