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The rush of hot water burst across his face, and Ardanis sighed heavily, blowing a spray of it across the shower wall. Where it coursed over him, he could feel the stiffness leeched from his cum-stained fur, and the soreness from his muscles underneath. He stretched luxuriously, paws sweeping up, straining at the ceiling, and slowly falling to slide down his chest, his sides, round his hips. The smell of sweat and seed flared in his nose under the hot water, then slowly faded away. His fingers were ginger over his ass, slowly working down his cheeks and spreading them. He was leaking.

Another deep breath drew in, and let go in a long, half-voiced sigh. Relax. Globs of minotaur cum boiled from his half-gaping hole. Ardanis shivered softly, slowly turning about to present his ass to the streaming water, cheeks spread wide. The musk of Mina's seed filled the shower, and the floor of the tub grew slick with the puddling mess. He couldn't quite hold back a low moan as he felt it flow through him, and one paw tucked in, fingers gently rubbing over that abused hole. All things considered, he'd taken it better than usual this time. A day or two, and he'd probably be sitting comfortably again. Biting slowly at his lip, he dipped two fingers inside. After Mina's treatment, they slid in almost effortlessly, and he rubbed over himself, trying to soothe his sore flesh and scoop out the last few wads of seed he was going to be rid of. Just when he thought he'd gotten it, though, some more spread across his fingers. Sighing thickly, the feline glanced at the door.

He couldn't hear anything out there. Mina and Ginger were probably up to something, but if they were fucking, he'd hear it. Who knows what they were doing, then. He considered the door for a moment. If they walked in on him doing something too compromising, they could well take it as an invitation... He swallowed slowly. Well. He'd just have to take the risk. He bent over carefully, spreading himself wide once again and relaxing his tailhole. The spray of hot water stung at first, but as water splattered across his insides, some funneling down between his cheeks, he allowed himself a soft, breathy moan. It might have been just a little too hot, but it was still an exquisite sensation, relaxing yet subtly electrifying. He indulged himself for as long as he dared, and when he slowly straightened, letting the creamy water spill from inside him and run down his legs, he was rock hard again. He smiled wryly, and turned around again.

A little soap and a little scrubbing had his fur fresh and clean in no time, and the feline realized after a moment, as his fingers idly teased over his persistent pecker, that he had started to purr. He closed his eyes and squared himself under the water, such that it spread evenly and enveloped him in a quiet, flowing web of warmth. He opened his mouth just a hint, angled to catch a few shallow breaths through the water as he toyed with himself slowly.

A foreign grip on his cock sent a lightning bolt through his body, the feline jumping half a foot as the current rebounded back into his cock, setting it jerking violently. He throbbed painfully-- he'd nearly cum on the spot! A sultry voice at the edge of the shower curtain cooed, "need a little help?"

Blinking against the water, Ardanis could barely make the mousegirl out. "Ginger!"

She giggled softly, one shapely leg slipping into the shower with him. He shuffled back, half-stumbling, though he couldn't go far with her keeping ahold of him. The mouse stepped in with a teasing smile, stealing the water altogether. She took a moment to close her eyes and lean into it, humming softly to herself. The feline fidgeted, still throbbing slowly in her grip. The scent of her, warm and spicy, filled the shower. "You know," she finally murmured, "washing works better if you use soap." She smirked, stealing the bar a moment in one hand. A quick lathering, and she was spreading the slick suds over his length.

Ardanis blinked uncertainly a moment, and slowly smiled as she stroked over him, her hands dragging at him one over the other, giving him loose, twisting strokes as his hips started to sway and push forward. "My mistake..." He murred in answer, paws smoothing down her arms as he drew closer. Her mousehood stood at attention as well, and the two crossed paths, sliding against each other between her hands. Ardanis scooped a paw round her posterior with a sly smile. "But I think..." his fingers groped deep at that tight butt, giving a slow pull, "it'd be even better if you turned around..." He was using his best charmer smile-- a little sincere, a little smoky, and as confident as he could convince himself to be. Ginger's ass was the real prize in this house-- she only put out once in a blue moon. Mina was sporting about giving him a chance now and then, but Ginger was always hungry to put her mouse poker to use. Just the thought of claiming that perfect, round little butt had him steel hard in her grasp.

For a moment, her eyes held his, shimmering silver under heavy lashes. After three slow, agonizing breaths of anticipation on the cat's part, a small smile spread on those lips. "Oh...?" She stepped and turned smoothly, her fingertips still tracing along his length as her cock swung away to be replaced by two smooth cheeks, one kissing gently to his tip as she settled her footing.

Drawing a deep breath with a hint of a shudder, Ardanis shifted closer, one paw on her hip as he pressed his shaft between her cheeks. "Oh, yeah... This way will be lots better..." He hardly thought about the words as he gave a slow grind, sliding his soapy dick deep between those cheeks. The mouse giggled softly, letting her head fall back till he was in her peripheral vision, water pouring over her shoulders.

"I dunno... I think you're starting to think dirty more than clean..." She gave a slow sway of her hips, and her ass was so firm, it dragged his dick along with her, pulling him throbbing to one side, then the other.

A hint of a growl in his throat, the feline pulled one tight cheek aside as he murred at her ear, "well, it's all part of the cycle. Clean to get dirty, dirty to get clean." He was just bullshitting now, but all he cared about was thumbing his head up to that tight pucker. He gave a slow, hungry grind against her, and she let a deep breath go, flexing around him. Those cheeks squeezed at him firmly, and her pucker seized at his very tip and wrung it out, like a firm little kiss. His growl swelled, and his paw tightened on her hip as he rolled his body into a firm, grinding thrust. Her mouth fell open, a silent groan playing across her face as he split her open, if only partway. His cockhead lodged halfway in that ring, and she was wringing at him brutally. He gave a thick groan as he ground deeper, prying her open to bury his head and an inch to spare inside that ass. He could never tell if she was just naturally tight, or if she was constantly squeezing down on him, but the deeper he ground into that ass, the tighter she seemed to draw around him.

Blindly grasping paws found her breasts, and seized at them greedily as he ground in, teeth tight. The suds foaming up between them, the soap coating his rod allowed him to slide through even that tight grip with a sinful grace, and he was treated to a high, surprised bite of a moan from the mouse girl as he stabbed nice and deep inside her. Her breath was slow and heavy, creeping up past the whisper of the water and the patter on their ears despite her attempts to swallow the noise. His hips lunged forward with unabashed greed, mashing close against her cheeks as he gave a breathy snarl through his teeth. Just dragging that punishing ring of hers down his length so fast had him throbbing desperately, and he enjoyed for just a moment the pure feeling of himself tangibly fattening with pleasure and trapped blood, straining against her deepest walls. Muscles along his neck and back drew tight, pulling his head down against her back in an angle with shuddering, ratcheting motions until he dragged up again suddenly with a soft, exultant gasp, as if wrenching free of some wicked net of electricity. The bare sliver of a glance she threw back at him left him only one action.

He dragged, and pounded in, shoving her forward to meet the bathroom wall. The water poured over him now, only splashing onto her where it bounced from his low-drawn brow. He breathed low, growling words that meant nothing, their shapes lost in the water before they reached her ears. His body rolled and heaved up against hers, secreting his steely length in her belly time and again as the low cries broke from her lips. It was his shameful penetration, his transgression on her body, but he relished every stroke, even as his body's motions betrayed his furtive mood. He might have glanced around, to check the shadows for witnesses, if the water hadn't already obscured his eyes so. But witnesses or no, he would not lose this chance, and he would not allow any second-guessing to prevent him from taking his pleasure in full. He drew a deep breath, his muscles flushing with the warmth of readiness.

Heavy, brutal blows pounded against that ass, and a high, surprised cry burst from the mouse girl. Her eyes jerked backward, but jumping about with the rough rocking of her body, she couldn't find his dark, slitted gaze behind the waterfall. She had to fall against the wall, clutching at it as he clutched at her, her breasts two rough, aching handholds for the feline as he set to making full use of her ass, no matter how cruelly it squeezed at him. His hips were the plow, and her firm cheeks the stubborn dirt-- heavy and reluctant to move for the half-second it took to realize its sedentary nature was no match for pure, unbridled force. Her own hips were driven to the wall, her shaft grinding to the wall as he bit into his own snarls, a sketch of a smile on his lips as he fucked her. She was tight-- tighter than a knot or a knothole, but she wasn't punishing him-- he punished himself with her, and took every lick with a slow-forming grin. His balls slapped sloppy and soapy to her thighs, churning urgently, and he knew that if it wasn't for that terrible pressure gripping at him, he would've blown by now-- though it was that very grip that drove him so terribly. If he drew out fully, he would paint her back white, and perhaps the wall besides, in a heartbeat. But she held it in him, and so he could keep going.

Ardanis could feel the pressure inside him, white-hot and flowing slowly up his insides. She was like a pump, her tailhole shoving his seed down his bulging length in the same moment it commanded him to fire still more with its succulent, torturous, tender tightness. When he dragged back, it sucked it right out of him, providing for an instant the room for his balls to seize and fire a fresh gush-- only for it to have nowhere to go. He could swear that was what he felt-- an orgasm half-happening, then being shoved down, only to build and build. Much longer, and he thought it might boil up into his mouth. But it had to be an illusion-- just the fever dream of a silly cat with too few brains and too much delicious, wonderful ass wrapped around his dick. All the same, it was the best reason he had that he could keep going, and he took every second with that madman's smile, fingers curling possessively in those plump breasts.

His rod was a bar of steel, and every time he pounded it into her, he grew a little harder. He could feel her ass yielding, slowly-- her deepest reaches bent to him, formed around his shaft perfectly, and began to hold his shape even after he drew. Her inner walls didn't resist him but to slide snugly into place around his cock at the deepest grind of each thrust. Her breath was breaking into soft little sounds, almost mewls, under his lustful pounding, and he could feel her struggling to crush him, to even slow him. But in his ass-drunken stupor, he was a juggernaut, fueled by her very resistance. In the end, it was her weakening that was his undoing.

He hardly realized he was spilling into her until she was growing sloppy-slick, and the scent of seed mingled in the damp air. At first, he'd thought it was her --and he wasn't far from wrong-- but when the first twinge of relief jerked at the insides of his legs, his mouth tripped open, and his hips plunged forward, nailing Ginger's hips to the wall as the rest of him hung in sudden, shaky shock. He throbbed with exultant self-realization inside her, even his tender cumvein fat with an unstoppable flood, forcing her just a little wider as he pumped her full, not in spasms and throbs, but a long, terrible river of searing seed, only slowing after a long, wet moment, when she finally managed to squeeze him shut-- only for his balls to seize, and force thick, palpable gushes into her one spasm at a time, despite her shivering and biting at her lip and working her legs tight together. In this one moment, he had won. In a way, it was a cheater's victory to him, but that could only give the subtlest bitter tinge to this sweet succor.

When he finally slumped, and fell away from her, his shaft reluctantly dragging from between her cheeks after quite a long, sulking moment, he tried to cover his inexplicable shame with a smug smile and a paw rubbing at her hip. "I guess you're right... now you're messy like me." He managed a bit of a playful smirk at last as those silver-smoke eyes fluttered back across his face. She gave a small, quiet smile, turning and pressing against him before he could see her own spent shaft. She stole a deep kiss, tongue sliding firmly into his muzzle, and her fingers found his rear, giving him a firm grope. His chest deflated in a sigh, his cheeks a bit hot as his arms closed limply around her.

They washed together without too much more mischief, though she made him take special care of her ass, since he'd been so rude as to mess it up, as he'd said himself. Not that she'd helped with his, he'd noted with a hint of a pout. Satisfied, the mousegirl gave him a hint of a sultry smile before turning to stop the water. With the last of the spattering water, she might have murmured, "not too bad..."

"Huh?" Ardanis perked his ears, and the mouse girl turned and gave him a good nudge, knocking him just a little off balance and forcing him to step out of the tub.

"Mina's probably getting impatient. Why don't you go check on her?" She smirked, and threw a yellow fold of terry cloth at him.

The feline yelped as the bundle rapidly unfolded into a rapidly enlarging towel, which engulfed him thoroughly by the time it hit his face. The minotaur's towel, he supposed. Half-bathing in the huge, fluffy article, he dried briskly as he stepped back into the bedroom. "Mina?" He called blindly under a couple folds of cloth, taking a moment to disentangle himself enough to see where he was going. His shin bumped the foot of the bed, and the bed shook-- and kept shaking. He didn't hit it that hard... He finally managed to flip up the last layer of towel, and his eyes widened, the sight and smell of a minotaur fully whelmed in lust knocking him back a step.

Thick legs flexing and quivering, arms strung up to grasp at the posts, Mina panted through a fat ball gag, body shaking and arching to hump up at the air. Thick chains bound her to each corner of the bed-- no frail rope or common handcuffs could hold her. She must have been lying here, simmering in her own juices and listening to them moan in the shower all that time-- the pillar of flesh between her legs leaned preponderously from side to side, a thick string of drool hanging from the heavy cockhead bent over her belly. Clear, slimy juices pooled on her belly, trickling down her sides and forming little rivulets down the insides of her legs, giving her massive sack a wet sheen along either side.

Her eyes rolled down, and Ardanis tensed. She stared at him, groaning and lowing and panting, her teeth bared and biting into the gag in what might have been a smile or a snarl. He folded his ears low, and took another step backward.

"Well, what're you waiting for?" The voice rose, high and playful, just behind him. "She's more than warmed up, I'd say. Why don't you get her started." A familiar, delicate hand spread on his back-- and shoved him forward, sending the feline between those legs face first with a yelp. Two massive, fist-sized orbs reared in his vision, and finally blocked it.

In the dark, her musk filled his nose and his mouth, her juices smearing across his face as his cheeks mashed against those fat orbs. Two muscular thighs closed on either side of his head reflexively, trapping him smooshed in against her balls-- if she hadn't been chained in place, she well might have crushed him between those thrumming muscles. Catching his breath in narrow gasps thick with pre-fumes, he could do little but suckle at the broad walls of those cow balls, tongue and lips spreading in sluggish strokes too sloppy to be called kisses. By the rushing heartbeat in his ears and the distant, beastly groans of the shivering minotaur, she appreciated the attention, and he only hoped he could survive the gratitude of her crushing, flexing thighs.

He slurped and suckled his way up that broad, tight-stretched sack one mouthful of flesh at a time, eyes bleary and half-melted shut under the web of precum that coated his face. When he finally emerged into the light, he saw only a vague glow, but the rush of oxygen was exhilarating. He spread his mouth wider still, trying to earn his high seat on those orbs by engulfing as much of them as he could, wrapping his lips around perhaps almost half of one, then the other, his tongue scrubbing one orb clean just in time for a fresh ladling of sticky juices to roll down her fat cumvein. His shoulders were trapped under her legs, so he could only reach so high, pinned tight to the bed under the bovine captive, but he did what he could to appease her mighty, needy sex, kneeling at the throne of this little god, as it were.

When hands finally closed around his limp arms and dragged him away, Ardanis could only feel disoriented, like he was being born, or torn free of some strange symbiosis, sloppy with juices and reluctance. The real world was cold, and his fur was bent at an odd angle. "Come on, you can only do so much from down there!" A familiar, sultry voice pointed out playfully. "Hmmm..." Ginger considered her moaning, bucking lover as the feline hung slumped in her one arm. "Oh, I know!" She drew him around to the side of the bed, and guided him to crawl atop the great minotaur. Bedding and skin was slick and treacherous under his paws, but he managed to stumble most of the way on top of the larger shemale before slipping and falling on his face in the thick puddle of juices on her belly. He wasn't sure what she was doing with his legs, but he seemed to be kind of straddling the minotaur's mountains by the time his face was pushed up against a certain massive, impatiently throbbing log of beef.

It was more like headbutting a tree, really-- it was hard enough, and massive enough it hardly budged. Huffing thickly, the cat got to work before someone started shoving his head around things, his cheeks slowly warming as he spread his lips wide to slurp over the sides of that monster. The mouse cooed playfully with her lover behind him, murmuring things he couldn't catch however his ears swiveled. Whatever she was saying, the minotaur seemed to like it-- her rod heaved and pulsed against his face, thick veins bulging momentarily under his tastebuds. He shivered, grasping clumsily at the base of the beast as he climbed his way up tongue-first.

Ardanis was just starting to lap at the head of that creature, forced to swallow several thick washes of precum just cleaning her up, when Ginger slid in behind him. Her smooth thighs slid in behind his gracefully, and a hard mouse pecker was suddenly prodding between his cheeks as her hands spread on his back. The feline choked on yet another mouthful of thick precum, fur rising on his back as that eager tip poked around his backside, leaving little kisses of pre all over his cheeks as the two rode the tide of the bullgirl's eager bucks and rolls. The only cushion they had was her breasts-- two great mountains of soft flesh gradually settling firmly trapped between both their legs. Perhaps through some delightful fluke, the feline's own awakening rod found itself quickly burying in between the two mounds, completely submerged in the bottomless, tight-pressed cleavage of the noisy minotaur. It was almost enough to distract him when Ginger finally found her mark, stabbing deep into his ass with a single impatient shove. His mouth fell open as a cry burst from him, and a good buck from Mina shoved her tip past his lips to bludgeon at the roof of his mouth, leaving him dazed and abruptly filling with girlcock.

Head swimming, it was all Ardanis could do to hold himself up-- arms spread on those broad, rich brown-furred hips, he rode with every needy buck, managing to save his throat for the moment as he drew ragged, precum-slogged breaths around that fat piece of bull dick, someone's heartbeat pounding in his temples. After several rough rounds of buggery, his ass was finally, instinctively giving in. When they really got rowdy, it didn't matter if he squeezed or tried to hold them out-- they just found it all the more delicious to push through. So sooner or later, his ass went slack, and something in his mind went numb and quiet. His tongue slid out, leaking spit and bull juices, weakly slithering over that fat cumvein as the head of the beast worked its way up into the back of his mouth. He barely shuddered when the tip strained open the back of his throat, and he only gave a single, weak swallow as the bull slid the first couple fat inches down his neck with a roll of thunderous, pleasurable moans. Ardanis' presence of mind manifested in a weak twitching of his legs, spreading a little wider, perhaps to grind a hint deeper into the hot, sweet cleavage enveloping his already painfully-twitching pecker.

Ginger knew this stage. When the 'I'm a big boy' chatter fell away and he just took it like a good bitch. On the down side, he didn't even respond to teasing anymore, but it did mean she could go all out and he would just blow wads like a good little slut. Humming softly to herself, the mousegirl pulled a cord from goodness knows where and pulled the feline's arms out from under him. Without the support, unfortunately, the feline rapidly slid down that throbbing log of beef, his eyes popping wide and his fur fluffing, tail thick as an arm, as almost a foot of thick cock slid down his throat under the force of his own weight-- and two hungrily grinding pairs of hips. His face jammed tight to the minotaur's nethers with a firm 'plop,' her fat balls suddenly obscuring his vision once more as his nose was buried in her musk. He was suspended between two points-- his hips, riding the high and rather precarious seat of two massive, bra-defying teats, and his face, now firmly planted low against the cow's hips-- and supporting the greater part of his weight. He was utterly skewered, and as the leather wound around his wrists, a familiar sense of helplessness snuffed out his last few mental lights. He was, in this moment, a mass of intense sensations wrapped in black fur, being used for a receptacle-- an oversized cum reservoir, for oversized producers like those pulsing against his eyeballs.

The sudden drag was a shock-- he hadn't even realized she was hauling back on that leather line, dragging his arms up and back and his head along with. All the better for her to grind into his ass, really-- she was balls deep and painting his depths with pre, brutalizing those cheeks under her hipbones. But it also served to drag him up and off the bullgirl a bit-- enough for her to thrust up and slam those hips into his face again. The entire room seemed to fill with the minotaur's lusty cries, reverberating deep below those majestic udders enough to echo off the walls despite her gag. Mina desperately took every stroke she could, though the friction of dragging from that throat tried Ginger's strength, and she rutted up into that face with desperate, unabashed hunger, her heavy balls bludgeoning him across the brow until he was seeing spots. His throat was a smooth tunnel for her cock once again, strained into her rough shape, with a nice groove up the back where her throbbing cumvein carved it out. Thick strings and globs of precum sluiced free of his mouth with every draw, overflowing from between his gums, or bursting from the pool soaking in under his tongue. His stomach was already filling again, the excess from lubing up his throat quickly being shoved down into his digestive tract. Swallowing wasn't necessary-- she applied more than enough force on her own.

The mousegirl loved the show, but it wasn't very fair-- when she helf the boy up, all she could do was grind lovingly to that tight little ass. So she loosened her hold, letting Ardanis smoothly sink to hilt firmly against that furry crotch again as she had herself a little fun. It only took a little pulling to work herself in and out of that ass-- he was all loose and slick after everything tonight, and she was rapidly speeding up, pounding that ass with tight little grunts and snarls. Even so, her pulls on the cord were barely enough to stir the cat off that rod a quarter inch before he slid down again-- which only seemed to incense the minotaur. She huffed great streams of steaming air, lowing like an affronted alpha, and jerked her hips madly, beating rough against the catboy's head trying to get a good hump in. Ginger loved the sight of it-- Ardanis' face utterly buried between those legs, taking the punishment of that throbbing dick and those needy, surging hips, beating at him almost hard enough to bounce him up-- if she wasn't so damned big, she might have been able to shove him up and down her length with a little momentum. But she WAS that big, and that tight little throat would cling to her like a glove without something to pull it off proper. So it was up to Ginger to dose out her pleasure. She couldn't hold back a wicked grin.

She worked out a reluctant, see-sawing rhythm with time-- she would take a long, sweet moment to fuck that hot little ass, then, when she thought she was getting close, she'd force her hips to slow and drag the boy up, forcing him into a tight grind against him and freeing a few inches of slack in his throat for the minotaur to go to work on him. And when she started to groan like she was in heat, Ginger would loose the strap, and the boy would sink-- pushing a cry, almost a roar from the minotaur as she was denied her orgasm. Those broad, magnificent hips would buck up violently, taking out her frustration on the bound, stupefied feline as his rear was freshly pillaged. This probably went on a half dozen times before, panting noisily and sweating, Ginger couldn't bring herself to loosen her grip. She clung to that slender strand greedily, eyes hooded and tongue dragging across her lips as she fucked, and fucked, and fucked that tight little ass, every stroke a sweet agony around her throbbing, cruelly-edged mousecock. She tried to pull at the strap-- she tried to wrap it in her fingers-- she tried to stop her hips, but her body just drew tighter inward, clutching the strap to her breasts as those sweet, wide hips rolled in to pound that shaft nice and deep. The first burst surged right up into her throat, choking her with white-hot pleasure as her hips just kept pounding away. She poured it into him, and she could feel him convulse and tighten around her with orgasm, maybe the fourth or fifth time he'd blown his load between those tits? She gave a smile that could have been sweet, if her hair wasn't plastered to her face, her fingers bruised and her dick buried in a half-conscious young man's ass.

When she was empty, clean of all sin, it was a great effort to finally pull on that cord. Hand over hand, in sympathy for the fevered panting of her lover underneath, she dragged the catboy up and back. The bed heaved violently as bullhips launched upward and flung down over and over, a violent cacophony of flesh slapping together, juices splattering across legs, sheets, furniture, the walls. Ginger watched on in admiration, wearing a quiet smile as she felt the magnificent, unstoppable engine that was her dear lover pump raw, throbbing meat down that throat at a hundred miles an hour until, suddenly, those hips slammed up-- and stayed, arched in midair, jammed tight to the face of that cat, defying him to arch his back and try to escape as the minotaur groaned out sonorously. Ginger almost thought she could hear the thick rush, or feel the sudden weight of the feline as his belly flooded. His arms gave a weak twitch, proving he was still alive somehow as his stomach swelled with bull seed. Ginger slowly untied the boy, letting him lay fully supported by those needy hips, arms falling slack at his sides. A moment, and she leaned down to hug around the boy. His stomach was soft and thickly padded, giving a subtle sloshing when she pressed a hand against it.

The press of those plush breasts to his back sparked some vague current of pleasure in the back of what was left of Ardanis' mind. Sandwiched now between two cock and two massive pairs of breasts, the feline felt vaguely close to death, but he couldn't find any reason to regret his relationship with the two. His eyes, long since hazed to blindness, slid closed as he found some warm solace, something strangely comfortable in the thick, steady gushing of seed pouring down his gullet. When the world slowly tilted downward again, blood rushed to his head once more, and awareness left him altogether.

Vague, warm dreams broke into reality for a moment with a confusing stirring as he found himself shifting about. He was no longer upside down-- he seemed to have found his way down from those great teats, and now lay resting his head on them, though he suspected he was getting a good deal of his own jism in his headfur. His body was an achy mess, and it was hard to tell what was still there and what was just a bruise or a stain, but when he tried to shift to look around a little, a firm presence in his ass informed him he wasn't going anywhere. His voice was weak and cracked in his throat.

"Ssshhh..." A big hand stroked over his head. "Sleep." He tried to mumble something, paws weakly groping around at nothing. Another, lighter voice murmured, and his legs spread a moment. Something long, heavy, warm and slick slid up between his legs, nestling in against his spent cathood and his plump belly. He mumbled and grasped at it, hugging it to himself as his legs closed around it, firmly capturing it. It drooled a little bit of something on his forearm, and his eyes slipped shut. A soft giggling played around his ears as he soaked down into a deep, warm sleep.