Taurship [Sketch]

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RenamonTri gave me chef's choice on this story, asking only that I luxuriously worship Tri's taur form >:3 ain't gotta ask me twice!

Wish I could've fit more here, but it's only a sketch, after all! And speaking of, Kinktober slots are still very much open, and will be for the duration of October! Go see full info and maybe snag a slot or 3 here (link)!


The striped hyena sighed and swallowed, one paw coming forward to caress the lovely sight set out here before him. He glanced down his body towards the far end of the taur lounging out in front of him, the black-furred Renamon having plopped himself down here in front of him without even so much as a hello or a get to work; this last was, of course, obvious even in the silence. And seeing the way that his plump sheath had bounced and jiggled when he had settled down, how these huge balls had stirred and slid along the interior of his hindleg, how slick supple skin had pulled and shifted when he hoisted the other leg up to allow Shekh easy access... the hyena's nose curled with the soft, intoxicating scent, and the closer he brought his paw and muzzle the more he could feel the damp, dank heat wafting out from between Tri's hindlegs.

The grey fur of the taur's sheath puckered up around the smooth, wet black of his glistening tip. Shekh came in closer, pursed his lips, met that tapered tip in a soft, gentle kiss, and then before he could stop himself dove in much further. Both paws squished in along the sides of Tri's sheath, mushing the supple skin forward, bringing it to fold and wrinkle over both itself as well as the hyena's muzzle as he slid in deeper, lips parting around that tip, snout slipping easily beneath the layers of slick, succulent skin. Immediately Tri's scent wrapped around him further, his breath puffing out into little pockets between firm meat and soft skin; he swallowed again, felt the sticky slickness in the back of his throat, swallowed again, continued to drag the taur's sheath back across his already-buried muzzle.

Above and around him he felt the Renamon give a little twitch and thrust - and then a spurt of warm stickiness jetted across his tongue, loose and salty, invigorating. That made him smirk, and in another moment he managed to slop his muzzle free from the taur's thick, pulsing sheath, strands of foggy stickiness hanging between the two; most couldn't resist squirting pre at the sensation of having their sheaths played with, and here he was shoving his entire muzzle inside.

Although...

The hyena reached up, wiped some of that wetness off his face, and looked as the strands hung down between his fingers. Then he stood up - he heard Tri's upper body shift behind him, the taur likely adjusting to get a better look - and adjusted his stance, one paw coming up along the underside of the Renamon's revealed length, the other gently squeezing the rim of his sheath. The first paw slid quite easily underneath, folding itself into the warm, wet space between shaft and sheath, bulge visible as he dug it deeper into hot, swampy depths; Tri shivered and rumbled, showing his appreciation through both noise as well as physical response.

That was good, then. Shekh grinned, licked his lips, tasted nothing but huge Renamon taur - he wrinkled his upper lip towards his nose to get another good whiff of it - and angled his other paw down towards the first, then kept on going. It felt like settling his fingers into a chunk of meat straight out of the stew pot, warm and soft on the outside with a delicious firmness within; he squeezed gently at Tri's cock, ran his pads over the slickness of his musk, then slid that paw into his sheath as well, easily stretching the supple skin around both now buried inside. Further he went with his fingers, pushing between the layers of squeezing meat and shifting flesh, feeling the pulse of the Renamon's buried knot inside, and the occasional twitch of nerves and muscle tightening back.

From here, though, Shekh quickly discovered _another_target. His heart skipped another beat, his own shaft twitching fully hard between his legs, as it had been since the taur had first lifted that leg on him. He took another half-step forward, halfway slid one paw out from Tri's sheath, rubbed himself against the lip on accident, glanced down, looked up again... and decided to split his attention. That one paw streaked and smeared in gathered sheath-musk slipped easily across his own hard cock, coating himself in Tri's scent even more than he already was; then with barely a shift in his posture he lined himself up, foreskin rim to sheath lip, and slid forward, sinking into delicious, wet warmth right up against the taur's much larger arousal. For a moment there was nothing he could do but enjoy it, able to feel every time Tri shifted and twitched and throbbed, squeezing in around his own cock buried to the base - and still barely halfway into the taur's sheath.

But that wasn't the main reason he wanted to be here. Entire lower body shivering from the sensation, Shekh managed to redirect himself downward again, other paw finally slipping out from underneath dank skin as well. He reached forward, slid his musk-damp fingers along balls huge enough that there was no way he would be able to fit one into his mouth, squished into the soft, supple mass of the taur's impressive sack, then spread the skin and pushed it aside... and looked down across the succulent meat of his tailhole instead, thick donut of muscle protruding a good few inches away from the rest of his body, slightly wrinkled skin glistening with the same gathered grease of musk.

Good God, Shekh thought, unconsciously thrusting deeper into Tri's sheath. The taur reciprocated the motions, pressing back up against him so that his supple lip wrinkled in against his lower body, nearly consuming the hyena's balls as well before pulling wetly back. If I could fit both paws halfway to the elbow in his sheath, I bet I could fit 'em to the shoulder in here. Hell, probably my damn head as well. Or, like... probably the entire upper half of my body, at least, and...

Wet, slightly sticky meat tugged slowly open at his touch, his paws caressing the full rim of Tri's tailhole, squeezing in against the strong ring of muscle, tugging against it, feeling him twitch and tense underneath. The bulge of meat pressed out, winked together, rolled in along Shekh's thumbs; the hyena shivered, licked his lips, and then leaned in further, having to stretch himself out to begin planting a line of kisses along the taur's massive tailhole. If I stick my muzzle in, he thought, now dragging his tongue out at the spot where the succulent meat pressed out from the rest of him, all the way to the bridge of my nose, I still won't be inside his body. God, this thing's so... huge, and...

Quickly he lost himself there, hips churning against Tri's sheath growing steadily wetter and slicker as the Renamon continued to squirt out little bursts of pre across the hyena's loins, his own muzzle sliding back and forth in between overlapping wrinkles, sucking the gathered wetness free and replacing it with saliva, gradually working himself deeper into the central pucker where dank warmth turned to simmering swampy heat, inviting and intoxicating. He rested himself forward in between Tri's balls, the hefty weights squeezing up along either side of his chest, and continued pumping his hips forward, hard cock slurping within the taur's sheath, peeling it away from Tri's own arousal now poking out between Shekh's legs and twitching; he ran both paws in along the exterior rim of the taur's protruding donut, squished the firm flesh up, pursed his own lips, and leaned in to dive into that wet, indulgent kiss.

He closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, smelled and tasted nothing but Tri, and then closed the distance.