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6. Naantam - Canine puss

The minty-furred German shepherd breathed out a low, shivering sigh of contentment, the world around him still swimming slowly in the remnant luxurious dizziness of his afterglow. He had found her here in the woods - found, as though the two hadn't planned for this, and didn't do it regularly - and the way she had looked back at him, the way she had run her muzzle underneath this and pressed her body against his own... the she-wolf's tail had flagged as soon as she had caught his eye, and as she made her course around him she had tickled at his chin with it, warm soft fur spreading across like a luxurious brush.

And then as she had passed he had gotten a good, rich whiff of what she had in store for him. The scent drove him wild, warmth and wetness, stirring arousal, thrumming anticipation; it fueled the flame burning inside of him on a deep, base level, while simultaneously tickling at his conscious awareness as well. He had been unable to keep his muzzle from swinging to follow her course, eyes immediately fixing on the lupine's bared backside. Beneath the base of her lifted tail nestled the warm, sleek pucker of her tailhole, smooth skin shifting to a warm, velvety black away from the short fur around it, wrinkles pulling together in the center, tightening there, twitching and pulsing with each of her movements - and then underneath...

She stirred again underneath him, the back end of her body providing most of the support for his own, and the shepherd squirmed and let another sigh ooze out of his parted lips. Thick, plump flesh similarly black, glistening with the natural moisture of her body, hung slightly down away from her body; on first seeing it the shepherd had sniffed at the air, lapped his chops, then leaned in closer. Hiona - the she-wolf - knew his aim and had kept her tail hiked, and even pushed herself back against just slightly so that the firm yet soft meat of her full lupine spade spread up against his nose, warm rich flesh parting open, smearing him in scent and taste, driving his senses wild.

So there he had busied himself for a while, drawing his tongue up in between luscious silken walls until he felt the slight ache of stretching too far; turning his head to the side, pressing his lips forward against hers, feeling the way the plump weight of her spade squished inwards and spread out against him; parting his mouth open, cupping his tongue beneath the peak of her sex, drawing it in so that he could suckle on it. Over time his own arousal had grown as well, leading him to thrust gently at the air beneath him at first, then more forcefully, more urgently. The she-wolf in front of him - as well as in his mouth; when he flicked his tongue up inside of her he felt her muscles shiver and clench, spade tugging slightly upwards and then relaxing back out to fill his cheeks again - slid deeper into desire as well, her tail coming up further, her hindlegs splaying and moving back, her head tilting and jaw coming open.

When the German shepherd finally slopped his muzzle free from both around and inside of her she gave a full-body shiver, lapped at her chops, then looked back at him, anticipating more. All he could taste and smell was her and her arousal, her need: sweet savory heat trickled down the back of his throat, the thick slickness coating his tongue and interior of his mouth, matting the fur of his muzzle, dripping gently from his chin mixed with hungry indulgent saliva. His thrusts had returned to slow, steady throbs and twitches, hips now pulsing forward with the twitches of his fully hard shaft, rich reddish-pink flesh hefting up towards his belly, hanging in the air, and then swinging back down, leaving a streak of loose pre across the forest floor where he had spurted. He had licked his chops once more, swallowed down her taste, then came forward - and hoisted himself up.

And the rest went by in a blazing blur, bright sensation, sharp pleasure, inimitable feeling coursing through both of their bodies as he sank deep into her, pressed tight, pounded away. The protruding lips of Hiona's spade sucked sweetly around his girth, welcoming him deeper into the luscious silken wetness inside, stirring and pressing around the contours of his length, tightening each time he pressed in, squeezing when he pulled back out. Quickly his pace increased, heavy balls swinging forward underneath her, his own tailhole flexing and pulsing with the tension of the contact; he grasped his forepaws around her waist, squeezed his muzzle along her side, took sharp, heavy breaths through nostrils smeared with her scent -

-and before he knew it, he had buried himself deep inside of her, tugged, found himself stuck, tugged again, and then shuddered underneath the force of his peak, thick ropes spurting out into her, coaxed out by the ring of succulent muscle squeezing at the back of his swelling knot. The pleasure dribbled on for what felt like ages, drawing the energy and focus out of him and replacing it with this sweet, tingling warmth, one footpaw kicking, his tail wagging, Hiona's trying to do the same underneath him... and that left him where he stood now, still hilted inside of her, both of them still panting, still feeling the dribbling heat of each other's bodies. She turned her head up and bumped her muzzle against his; he nudged back, licked his chops, gave another tug - and with a shiver felt himself slide free, with no little amount of spillage.

Upon dismount the minty shepherd stepped back, still panting, and looked over his work. Plump black flesh parted open to show the soft pink inside, and Hiona apparently couldn't keep herself from squatting partially down, haunches shivering and tail hiked, with another thick glob of milky whiteness dribbling free from inside of her. The German shepherd lapped at his chops and came forward, nosing directly up into the leaking mess, drawing in the rich musk of himself dominating over hers - and he lapped his tongue across her again and again, slurping up the warmth, slipping up inside of her again, shifting his lips to once more encompass her sizeable sex and suck gently from inside. When he pulled back again the full meat bounced and jiggled slightly, then tensed up underneath a clench... and dribbled no more. The rest had shot suitably far enough inside of her. Rumbling softly, hefty shaft still twitching underneath him, he came forward and bumped his muzzle to Hiona's again. She nuzzled back, and gave him another nudge from her hind end as well.

Perhaps this would be the time it took.

7. SoraCasus - Canine puss

Aeon glanced behind themselves again, still certain that they were being followed. It had seemed a good idea at the time, leaving the little hut in the woods to take an even bath in the river: the water had been a_little_ chilly, but the seasons hadn't completely shifted yet so that some of summer's latent heat still simmered throughout - and, they had figured, if I'm caught up, the light of the full moon will still be enough to see by.

And they had gotten caught up, of course. Upon stepping out of the river they had dropped their fur-comb, then on bending over to retrieve it caught sight of their own plump canine spade between their legs reflected in the surface, jiggling slightly with each movement. So the hyena-fox had held there and taken a few more minutes poking and prodding, touching, squishing, rubbing... grinding, thrusting, gasping, enjoying the sight of themselves as they had done so.

And now, they thought, with someone else having done the same. It was a fairly short walk, and as such they had opted not to bring any clothes with them: now the hybrid bustled along the forest path, old leaves and bits of twigs sticking to the undersides of their still damp pawpads. Heart thumping in their chest, paws reaching out to brush any low-hanging branches out of the way, Aeon looked over their shoulder again, caught something twisted in the half-light of the moon far overhead - then felt their footpaw catch against a root and stick. With a cry they tumbled forward, arms going out in front of them, body impacting the moist earth with enough of a punch to knock the air out of them.

For a moment they lay there dazed and groaning, ears ringing, world spinning slowly. Still the forest whispered and crackled around them, constantly alive and awake despite the depth of night; Aeon took a few more seconds to gather himself, then pushed their arms in underneath their smooth, flat chest, pressed against the ground, started to lift up - and felt themselves weighted down in place as though one of these trees had fallen across them.

But what kind of tree feels like a trap? they thought, turning their head to the side. With limbs reaching down on either side of my neck, and both sides of my chest, and - there's the roughness of bark, except it has a softness underneath it... and there's the light tickle of moss in between, loose and airy, almost like... fur...

A low growl rumbled out across the fox's lower back, the sensation making their fur stand on end. They lifted their head and whipped it around, and for a moment saw nothing - until their eyes adjusted to the stark difference between dim light and shadow, and the shape of some huge _thing_materialized out of liquid shadow already here behind them, one massive twisted forepaw keeping their body pressed against the ground, hungry breath puffing out from flared nostrils. At first Aeon was stunned, mind uncomprehending; and then they gasped, squirmed, tried to free themselves again, and again, and _again,_only for that paw to tighten down further. The huge, wrinkled muzzle came closer, breath sickeningly hot and humid across their bared haunches; amber-yellow eyes glistened in the moonlight, black lips curled back to show rich pink gums wet with dribbling saliva, and-

-that black-leather nose came forward and scooped up underneath the hyena-fox's tail, driving them forward into the ground a little bit. They gasped, annoyed with the scrapes of twigs and pebbles in their freshly-washed fur, and then twitched as one of their footpaws lifted up off the ground. Again the beast nuzzled up underneath their tail, breath coming in slowly and then puffing right back out like a burst of steam. Moist flesh slid across sleek puckered skin, then drew down further, and there Aeon felt the beast's focus shift.

For a moment the paw on their back lightened, but then tightened back down again. The creature turned its head, flicked its broad tongue out across its lips, then drew in closer again, and this time that nose pushed right up against the center of the hyena-fox's sex, mushing slick, supple meat around it, spreading them against its nose. They felt the breath draw their rich musk in from around it, warm air tickling across such sensitive skin; then another breath, and another, and the beast's jaws smacked open. Aeon's heart leapt in their chest again, fearing those huge teeth, but instead it was the tongue that came out.

It felt as though the world around them flashed with bright light, to then shiver back down to a low-grade glittering sparkle. Delicious, indulgent sensation zapped up from their lifted haunches again and again as that wild, feral tongue slurped and slopped around, tasting the source of the scent, curling up along the protruding flesh of their spade, parting the squeezing lips, folding its way inside of them. Aeon felt their body reflexively adjust to the intrusion, rings of muscle tightening and pushing back, inner walls sucking in around the firm muscle as it explored. They groaned and grunted, pushed themselves against the ground, gritted their teeth... pressed their hind end more firmly back against that huge muzzle.

Gradually the paw on their back receded, finally letting them draw a deep, full breath. Aeon folded their arms under their chest and lifted up, now looking back over their shoulder at their captor. Those eyes had closed underneath the attention, broad shoulders up and forward, muzzle angled down as the beast continued lapping and slurping, broad tongue pressing across Aeon's spade, pushing it up against their body, then drawing free from it so that it bounced gently back down. Then again and again, tip slipping a little bit deeper each time, making the hyena-fox gasp and push their hindlegs against the earth to lift up against that muzzle, hot breath puffing out across their clenching tailhole.

They slid a paw down underneath their body, felt the peak of that soft flesh now swollen out with resurgent arousal, and spread themselves for the beast's tongue. Another shift and flutter and gasp, and Aeon felt their breath pushed out of their body once more in an eager sigh - then yanked right back in with another gasp, as the beast's lips closed entirely around their soft sex and suckled. They kicked a hindleg, arched their back further, rested their tail across the thing's shoulder, and squeezed down with another curl of its tongue inside of them.

Their other paw reached out to scrabble across the earth. This is going to be... Aeon paused in their thought, mind already clouded with pleasure.

-a long night...

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8. Jesam - Portal play

Jesam gasped inwardly and clamped their legs a little tighter together, trying their best not to show any sign of the electrifying sensations constantly thrumming through them. The fox kept their paws in their lap, their tail wrapped around their legs, and their back straight, but had to continually unclench their jaw - and there was no way they could hope to look away from the object, the center of the game, being passed around the others in the room.

The party had already started to get a bit rowdy, and then that leopard showed up with a fully functioning "pocket portal" device in hand: he stuck his finger through one end and showed how it came out the other in his other paw to prove it. Naturally this was met with amazement and interest from everyone else in attendance, but when he had pressed one against his muzzle and reached down to unzip the fly of his pants...

The point of the game was simple, and those who weren't fully comfortable with participating lounged off to the side to watch. One person receives one end of the portal and has to _reveal themselves_through it, genitalia hanging out, on full display for free use by whoever's paws, mouth, lap, et cetera into which the device happens to fall, and everyone else must try to guess whose bits it is sticking through. It had bounced from the leopard himself, still trying to catch his breath, to the otter over on the other couch with his rudder still held at a bit of an angle, to the disgruntled stallion sitting by the window, and then... of course, to Jesam.

So now the fox sat bolt-upright in their own corner, paws in their lap, legs clamped together around the plump sheath, hard shaft, and sleek balls that technically were still there, yet to his perception and feeling were halfway across the room twitching across that otter's muzzle. Each time the otter nosed up between the cream-furred balls, Jesam felt his breath puffing out across them; he flicked his tongue out, drew it up along the side of the fox's sheath, even curled it under the slick, supple skin at one point, and it was all Jesam could do not to gasp out and thrust forward. This was a special kind of torture, invigorating and infuriating at the same time: they had_agreed to doing this, and intended to carry it out to the end - the fun and pleasure of the game _far outstripped whatever discomfort there might be at times, thinking mainly of the housecat sitting across from the leopard who _clearly_didn't know how her own sandpaper-tongue felt - but at this point things were getting quite tough.

In contrast the otter definitely knew how to use his tongue. He peered around the room as he worked, blue eyes dancing from muzzle to muzzle as he sucked at the supple skin of Jesam's sheath, drawing it between his lips; he swallowed, swirled his tongue up around the base of the vulpine knot, dragged up along the contours of their shaft, drew back down again. A shift in his posture and Jesam thought he was about to tug his pants back down and use their displaced cock like a dildo - but instead he fiddled with his pants and brought his own shaft out into the air, and rubbed himself back and forth across the fox's.

"Jeez," he said, "I really don't know. Between how many of you here could have-" And he reached in with his other paw, nestling the root of Jesam's knot between his fingers so he could tug. The fox pulled in a short, sharp gasp, but tried to cover it with a cough. "-one of these? Poker faces, all around. I give up. That means..."

The game was "won" by correctly guessing who had the portal, and the prize for the winner was to then swap with the previous bearer of the portal. It was fun, and it felt good, and it was a challenge to maintain composure when receiving all kinds of interesting tactics and techniques - but what happened when the other end of the portal came back to the original bearer?

Jesam jumped as the otter tapped them on the shoulder, their own shaft, sheath, and sack hanging stiff from the portal. He grinned. "Your turn. I tried my best. I think it might be that wolf over there, but..." And blue eyes drifted down towards the fox's lap. "You never know."

Surprised, Jesam took the portal, smiled, and then made as though they were actually going in to investigate this mystery. They gave themselves a quick but thorough inspection, for the first time seeing everything about themselves in person that had come through in selfies and quick videos sent to friends and partners; their nose tickled and tingled with their own musk from the source, rich and warm, inviting, intoxicating. The more they sniffed at themselves the more they throbbed against their own muzzle, balls pulling up in their sack, sheath plumping out, knot swelling up and then relaxing back down.

"Whoever this is," the fox said out loud for the benefit of the party, "they really like getting checked out like this..."

It was a weird sensation, being so close to himself like this. Jesam turned the portal this way and that, feeling the phantom sensation between their loins of the shifting air across their sensitive skin; they let it roll forward, fully hard cock swinging down and then twitching upwards, sack spreading out. With their other paw they reached up and cupped their own balls, rolling them back and forth between their fingers, and marveled at how different it felt here than when they were back in their own bedroom with everything where it belonged. Jesam swallowed again, leaned in, sniffed at the tapered tip of their own hard cock again, and then as they had imagined and fantasized about so many times in the past - everyone had, they were certain - they slipped their tongue out... and drew it up along themselves.

Then again, and again, and again, scent swelling into taste, slick wet warmth coating the inside of their maw. Jesam swallowed, closed their eyes, and then wrapped their lips around their own cock, bobbing slowly downwards and trying to resist the temptation to spread their legs and thrust forward. Here they busied themselves for a while, feeling their own contours and shape, trying out all the tricks that they had noticed from others between their legs, finally tasting themselves, enjoying it, loving it, and - and then they remembered where they were, and what they were doing.

Their eyes flashed open again and they drew the portal back, slurping themselves out of their mouth. A little flustered, Jesam wiped at their mouth while they looked around the room.

"I don't know," they said, a little too quickly. They both wanted to pass it along to the next guesser, and wanted to keep it for themselves. "It's too hard to say."

The otter reached out towards them again. "Hey," he said, a smirk on his muzzle, "can I try again? I think I have an idea..."

9. Peegus - Portal play

Kopa resisted the urge to reach up and tug at his shirt collar again, and it was a struggle not to constantly blink his eyes against the slow, gentle breeze stirring loose sand across his muzzle. Guard duty,_he thought with a scoff, and finally gave into both of these desires - no more guests had arrived; it would be fine. _From the way they talk of it in the taverns you'd think it was some dangerous position with their lives constantly on the line. But no, I'm just here outside one of the city's manor houses, told to stand like this, look this way, keep my paws behind my back, barely be a person, and let through only those who look like they belong.

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Which is, to say, folks that don't look like me. He rolled his eyes and took another breath, straining to fill his lungs fully within the tight material of the outfit. Far too rich for his blood, but at least the task paid well: he had been able to use the advance to pick up quite an interesting little bauble from the traveling merchant, one that he made sure to test out this time before handing it over to Mo at the library.

The leopard's ears flicked with the thought of her... and he appropriately shifted where he stood. A pair of baubles, really: in way it was two ends of the same tube, except the tube in between the ends could cover any amount of distance without that distance getting in the way. He had tested it out by hiding one in a drawer and having the other on top of a desk, and when he stuck his finger into the end of the magic mirror on top, he could feel everything inside the drawer.

And then, naturally, he had tested it out on another part of him, making things quite a bit easier than his usual attempts involving the feline wrapping his body tightly, painfully over himself, legs up over his head or vide-versa. And that was what he had give to Mo: the other end of the mirror, with his own settled quite comfortably here within the front of his pants, helping to relieve much of the pressure and tension of wearing such an outfit like this. Kopa had had to tug at his collar several times by now, but never once had he reached down to unstick himself from his inner thighs, as his counterpart over on the other side of the gate had.

She hadn't yet done anything with it, though. The leopard grumbled, shifting side to side, seeing if he could maybe send her some sort of sign. Maybe he should have explained in clear terms what the device was, so that she could-

But then, suddenly, something changed. The leopard gasped and straightened up against the phantom feeling of a soft, delicate paw reaching up to cup his sack, both here in his pants and somewhere else, perhaps tucked into a nook in the loft of the library. A sweet shiver vibrated out through his lower body, those fingers curling up, wrapping around the base of his sack, tugging at his balls; the thumb came down to press lightly in between, running from his sheath down over the sleek bulging shapes, then squishing supple skin in against itself.

Kopa shifted again, reflexively spreading his legs a little even though in this case it served no use. He took in a breath, held it a moment, let it back out as Mo across the city gave his balls another little tug, then continued up to slip a forefinger and thumb along the outside of his sheath; the sleek skin tugged and slid easily in response to her touch, tightening around the steadily growing firmness inside, warm wetness smoothing over soft malleable barbs.

The discomfort of his outfit forgotten, Kopa leaned fully back against the doorway, ears and tail both flicking. He closed his eyes for a moment to imagine what things might look like over there: the sleek, shapely serval lounging in her little secret spot up by one of the library's windows, obscured from the rest of the building by her stacks of books and her hammock; maybe she was sprawled out on her back mirror held out while her other arm reached down between her legs, fingers poking and touching and nudging.

A puff of what could only be breath against his balls made Kopa shiver and tighten again. He adjusted his imagination: Mo on her belly, rump hoisted into the air, with the mirror close to her muzzle. Another waft of tickling, humid heat through his fur further cemented the idea, and then to make things even tighter her tongue soon followed, dragging out across the root of his sheath, making its way down across his sack in slow, soft tugs that made him squirm and gasp.

Across the doorway, the other guard leaned forward. "All good?"

Kopa jumped and straightened up, though immediately faltered again at the sensation of the serval's tongue swirling around his sack, drawing him up close to her lips, suckling softly, then slipping back up along his sheath. "Yeah," he answered, attempting to resume the formal posture that they had been instructed. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just got - a little sleepy..."

"I feel that." The other guard, a slim hyena, leaned his head back to look at the sky. "At least it pays well."

"Yeah. At least it-" Then that tongue folded its way into the space between his sheath and his shaft, cupping around the firm, sensitive flesh, smearing slick saliva amid supple wet folds. Sandpaper-tongue drawing up along soft barbs, all of his nerves tingling, sizzling, simmering away at him; he squirmed and sighed again, just barely resisting the urge to thrust forward once Mo's lips wrapped around him and she continued there. Such a strange sensation, feeling and knowing what was going on, yet looking down in front of him and seeing nothing there but the flat front of his pants. "Ah..."

On it went, the serval's interest growing with his arousal, until when he closed his eyes he could imagine her head bobbing here in his lap, right outside the front of this manor house - only to open them and see nothing there. Then as suddenly as the sensation began did it end, leaving him wet and slick and furiously worked up. The leopard swallowed, wiped at his mouth, and resumed his posture again for another arriving party guest, hoping that his slightly ruffled breathlessness wasn't too obvious.

"Greetings, sirs," he intoned, and bent at the waist as he had been told. "Welcome. We've been awaiting your arrival and - ah, and...hah..."

This time it was a wholly different sleek, silken wet warmth squeezing down along his now fully hard shaft, sucking gently around him, pushing further and further. The image in his head changed and shifted as he tried to figure it out, until he settled on Mo on her knees with the mirror positioned underneath her, paws forward for balance, as she lowered herself down onto him.

The other guard finished up the greeting and gave Kopa a glare. He grinned an apology, then leaned back against the wall again with another tight, urgent exhale, and this time really couldn't resist thrusting forward.

10. Kefl - Property destruction

Kieran grumbled and readjusted his stance, the world still spinning slowly around him even though he was fairly certain he stood still. One huge were-hyena paw held his shirt up above the little ruff of fur at his belly while the other continued its rhythm, pumping vigorously forward and back, the gentle slp-slp-slp of soft pawpads across smooth, sleek, silky-wet flesh bouncing out into the room over the murmuring of his impromptu audience.

He looked over at his shoulder at some of the other guys, but deliberately avoided making eye contact. Something about knowing they were watching him ignited a fire down in his loins, and maybe it was his somewhat-inebriated brain that eliminated the rest of the awkwardness, but - he just couldn't get himself to actually look at any of them. Not while he was enjoying himself like this, though really it was them enjoying him.

"Do I really have to-"

"Bet's a bet," answered the other hyena from the doorway. He stood there nonchalant, arms crossed in front of his chest and his own erection very obviously tenting out the front of his pants while he watched Kieran continue at himself, big paw slurping back and forth along his barrel-like equine shaft. He squeezed behind the bulge of his medial ring each time he stroked, a little secret technique that often served as a benchmark for new partners as to whether they had messed around with someone with this equipment before. That other hyena had passed this test. "You gotta. I had to dig around in your - wet fucking sheath and scoop that thing out of there."

"Yeah, yeah." Kieran swallowed, still able to taste the cool touch of alcohol in the back of his throat, and looked back down to his target. "As if you didn't like it."

The other hyena glared at him, swinging his paw away from where it had returned to his nose. He shifted in the doorway, huffed, and rolled his eyes. "Shut up and get back to work," he growled, motioning down at where Kieran kept his cock aimed. "When'd you say he'd be back?"

"What? I don't know. Maybe like - half an hour? I could-"

"Hey, quit distracting him," said another voice from out in the dorm hallway. Someone else's arm grabbed at the other hyena's shirt and tugged him away, and Kieran saw the owner step in to take his place in the threshold of the door.

As he pawed himself off he felt another pulse and bounce of fluttering arousal, knowing that this was now someone else seeing him doing this. He swallowed, gritted his teeth, and pumped a little faster. His other paw dropped from keeping his shirt lifted and now slid down into his pants, scooping out his hefty balls; for a moment he rested them across the edge of the open clothing drawer, then realized this didn't give him quite enough room to continue comfortably stroking.

"Oh, Jesus Christ," said the new voice. Kieran glanced up at him, then back down to himself; his nostrils filled with the heady warmth of his own musk, thick dribbles and strands of clear pre having already dropped out across the neatly folded clothing within the drawer, and sprayed out over the unfinished wood. That'll leave a stain. "Fucking horse dick? Really? Kieran, you're fucking huge-"

"Yeah," he responded, slipping his paw back down to the base. With a few slow, ponderous hefts he hoisted himself up, then smacked the blunted head back down against the wood; the reverberation shivered through the drawers. "Don't I fuckin' know it. Gets in the way."

"When we dared you to do this I thought you were just, like - y'know. Fucking normal. I thought it was gonna be maybe a few little squirts, maybe something that he won't notice for a few days, but... wow. You're gonna fill that thing, aren't you?"

He already knew the truth of it. Kieran nodded and bent further forward over his work, paw now coming up from underneath his balls to brace against the edge of the drawer as he came steadily closer. Fucking bet, he thought, muzzle hot, ears burning; 'cum in your roommate's clothes drawer.' Of course I fucking get that one. He's gonna fucking kill me. He's - gonna...

The sensation began small at first, simmering and rumbling, and then suddenly, aggressive swelled within him. Kieran gasped, straightened up, bucked forward, smeared his blunted head across the upper drawer, wobbled where he stood, then stepped back again. In the doorway his new visitor, as well as all three of the other guys who had come along to verify him carrying out his bet, appeared and leaned in to watch: he gritted his teeth and now squeezed both paws along his sizeable shaft, one squishing up behind the ridge of his head as it flared out, the other pressing in along his ring again. His entire body lurched; his hips bucked; his footpaws scrabbled and shifted along the floor, legs wide, knees forward. Kieran shuddered, felt that fire burn and sear inside of him, bucked again -

-and then the first spurt, thick and heavy like a rope blasted out of a fire hose, impacted the front of the upper drawer with enough force to squirt back across his shirt and belly. He barely managed to wrangle his pulsing hard shaft down into the open one for the second, where slick, sticky white jetted out and immediately mussed the clothing underneath it, forcibly wrinkling the neat folds away from the point of impact; then another strong enough to straighten out his length slightly bent with the angle, pounding out along the particle-board floor of the drawer as though someone had punched it. Sharp pleasure and shivering embarrassment thrummed throughout his body, drawing his half-drunken peak out further, making him totter where he stood beneath the force of his enjoyment as he continued to empty his sizeable balls into his roommate's drawer here, each impressive spurt causing the level of glue-like white to steadily rise, the pool growing, the folded jeans and freshly washed shirts glistening with sticky wetness.

"Holy fuck," he heard from the doorway; "good fucking God," and another spurt shot out across the back. Panting, exhausted, Kieran slid his paws away from himself and let his shaft rest across the side of the drawer; head flared and balls still stirring between his legs, he could feel the simmering humidity of his load wafting up around him, sticky globules of milky white dripping from the corners of the drawer, puddling on the floor. The thing was, he would keep on squirting and dribbling for a while, particularly as he softened up and his _"unreasonably big dick,"_as another viewer so tactfully put it, retracted back into his sheath; Kieran tugged himself back, deliberately letting himself graze along the rim of the drawer, and clenched again to unload another dribble.

"There," he said. "I did it. Can we go back now?"

The striped hyena reached into his pants and adjusted himself in the doorway. "I think we should," he answered. "We don't wanna be here when someone calls about this flooding."