Horrible Things Inside
Albert had left for a five month trip to China. There were no long good byes, no tears, and no farewell parties. Albert was simply here one day, and gone the next. His parting words were the request that that no one go into his room. So, after driving home from the airport, naturally the first thing Tarn did upon arriving at the apartment was to go into his room. Not all at once, mind you. There were several steps when going into a room that belonged to someone like Albert. Albert was a rat, so, naturally he was quite short, which meant when standing next to the 6'5" wolf, he looked absolutely miniscule. Not that Tarn and Albert often interacted, or Albert interacted with anyone for that matter. He was quiet and shy, speaking with a voice that squeaked and was rarely above a whisper. Albert was the sort of rat who hated being touched more than anything else in the world. Once had outright screamed when Ophelia, in a fit of joy, had hugged him.
Tarn was staying in the three floor apartment with six other people: Sadie, Xander, Ophelia, Iason, Albert, Yolanda. He had a small room on the ground floor, a room that had at one time been a game room and general live space in the apartment until it was converted into his present bedroom. With Albert going to China, they would be without a sixth person's contribution to utilities and rent, so Tarn had agreed to move in for the time being. Already good friends with Sadie and Xander, Ophelia was so comically friendly that she and Tarn hit it off rather quickly. Iason didn't like Tarn, but as Sadie explained, he didn't really like anyone, so Tarn didn't feel bad when they passed each other in the hallway with little more than a glare and grunt of acknowledgement that the other existed. And he simply never saw Yolanda, if she never left her room or was so rarely in it, he didn't know.
Tarn had never been in Albert's room, and felt an odd hesitation to step inside, even though he knew he was just being silly. While everyone else decorated the door to their personal quarters, Albert's door was bare and barren, having the standard egg shell white of the hallway walls. Tarn imagined that when he opened the door, he would find an open room consisting of only an old cot: no windows, no furniture, not even a poster that might give some hint of Albert's interest. Xander had been in Albert's room before, after Albert did something that pissed Xander off enough he broke down the door and stomped inside. Maybe he could go ask Xander what it was like inside the rat's room, but then Xander would want to know what sparked the sudden curiosity, and then Tarn would have to explain he wanted to go inside, and then Xander would get mad and he just didn't want to deal with any of that. Tarn placed his paw on the doorknob, and gave it a twist. It turned without hesitation, and when the door gave in slightly, Tarn pushed, and the path was clear without so much as a creak.
Albert's favorite color was blue, so why did it surprise Tarn that Albert's room would be painted blue? The walls were ocean blue, the windows that allowed the sun to come in were tinted a faint blue, and there was a poster on the wall of an underwater scene, something Albert had probably purchased at K-Mart or something. In the closet, Tarn found several identical blue sweatshirts, which explained how Albert was always wearing one. The dresser drawers were all neatly organized: T-shirts in the top drawer, pants folded neat and ordered in the second, underwear and socks in the third. Who the hell put underwear and socks in the last drawer? Underwear were top shelf articles of clothing, everyone knew that. Tarn had to resist the urge to move them to their proper place, since in a few months when Albert came back, he would indeed notice that his underwear was no longer where it should be.
The bookshelf on one of the walls was lined with literature. That shouldn't have surprised Tarn. Albert always had his nose in books, and yet anything that made Albert closer to normal seemed out of place. He had expected to come in and find the living quarters of a robot; instead he found a room not unlike anyone else's. Sure, everything felt a little too orderly, a little too neat, but it was...
Tarn's eyes skimmed across the top of the bookshelf, and he spied something that he knew he just had to get a hold of. Albert had a stepstool, probably in case he had to reach something high. Tarn used that, and stretching onto his toes, he just managed to grab hold of the statue he had spied. He held it greedily, giggly, between his two large hands.
The statue was maybe ten inches in length, and appeared to be carved out of some sort of wood and coated in a lacquer finish. The statue appeared to be a carving of a rat, like Avise, judging by the comically oversized ears and the wormy tail that stretched out its back. The lips were pulled back, revealing a pair of oversized buckteeth. But what had caught Tarn's eye was the absolutely enormous erection that jutted forward from the statue's crotch. Tarn smirked. While the statue itself was crude (he could only tell it was a rat only because of the stereotypical features such as the ears and teeth) the penis was sculpted with precision and care. He traced a finger over the five inch shaft, feeling a tickle of fine hair. Looking closely Tarn noticed that individual strands of hair had been worked into the wooden shaft and around the base to give the illusion of pubic fur. Beneath the hair, protrusions of wood made up the statue's veins, some of the veins had slightly more lacquer applied to give the appearance of darker arteries versus lighter veins. The statue's testicles hung heavy and firm, two swollen orbs that were also covered in the fine layer of hair. What Tarn liked most about the statue, however, was that both its little hands were wrapped tight around its prideful girth, holding it up or rubbing one off, Tarn wasn't sure.
His interest sated and replaced by boredom, he climbed back onto the step stool and hoisted himself up. Without thinking he had taken the statue by the penis, and attempted to place it back on top of the shelf. There was a square on the shelf's that was not covered in dust, so Tarn knew where it was supposed to go, but as he was placing it, it must have hit the shelf at a bad angle, because the penis suddenly snapped off.
Tarn bit his lip, and quickly pulled his hand away. The little wooden penis thudded and bounced against the wooden floor before lying still at the statue's feet. Tarn climbed off the stepstool and returned it to its corner, then wordlessly left the room, shutting the door behind him. He looked down the hallway, left, then right. No one was there. No one had seen him. Nonchalantly he went down the stairs and to the ground floor of the apartment, and headed into his room, closing and locking the door behind him.
"Fuck," he finally muttered, sitting down on his bed and letting himself release a long held breath. But what was he really worried about? Albert would be gone for half a year. That was plenty of time to glue the statue back together. And, the amount of dust that had covered it, Albert probably didn't pay that much attention to it. He had probably bought it at a novelty shop or something and put it on the shelf, forgetting about it not much later. And even if he did discover the broken statue, how could Albert prove it was him? Tarn was sure he could work his charm and get everyone to think it was Iason. Iason was such a huge dick he was probably planning to do it anyway.
Tarn felt better, and relaxed, and for the first time noticed that his erection had gotten a bit stiff and hard. What about sneaking into someone else's room, breaking their stuff and then rationalizing how he could blame someone else made him horny, he hadn't a clue, but his pants were fitting rather tight and he figured he could use a shower anyway. Everyone was out save Ophelia, but she never came down to the ground floor, so he flung off his clothing and, only in his boxers, headed into the bathroom. Turning on the water, he parted the curtain and stepped inside slowly.
The water was warm and kind against his thick fur; penetrating through the coat and going deep to the skin. His erection: pink and thick and laced with a spider web of purple veins, protruded from his pubic fur, already fully engorged. He was rather proud of his magnificent shaft; a full foot in length and several inches thick. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, wrapping his rough hands around his erection and giving it a gentle squeeze. Feeling a bit randy, as always, he reached up and took hold of the shower head, pulling it off its mount. Setting it to the highest intensity, he lifted his tail and braced himself against the shower wall. He washed over his groin and testicles, the pounding of the water feeling rather good, until he moved the jet stream of water behind him. The intense water pounded against his puckered anus, ramming hard against his vent before the water dispersed, but then another burst hit him without pause. He squeezed his erection tight, growling and grunting, and began to rub gently, moving his paw forward and back, forward and back. Despite the rush of climax that was quickly building in his swollen testicles, he hoped to savor these precious moments, and released his erection in favor of groping at his buttocks. When he heard something plop against the ground, he passed it off as a blob of water or a washcloth or a bar of soap, and continued squeezing and massaging his rump cheeks, letting the jet stream of water do all the work. Soon he reached for his erection, but try as he might, he couldn't find it between his legs.
Baffled by that, he opened his eyes and looked down, only to give a yelp of horror. There, resting innocently between his large feet, was his full twelve inch shaft and the set of magnificent testicles that hung down from it. The purple spider web of veins were still engorged and pumping blood, and a trickle of white cream spurted out of the engorged glans and cute slit that rested atop them. His two massive testicles were still slightly swollen from the load that was housed inside them. Tarn cupped his crotch in his paw, squeezing it, sure that this was some sort of joke and Xander had replaced the bar of soap with a penis shaped one, but there was simply nothing between his legs anymore. There wasn't even a slit or gash that might imply he had somehow cut himself, or yanked his shaft too hard during masturbation and torn it from his crotch. There was no blood spurting out of the base end of his erection, and hesitantly, he reached down for it. He shivered and whined as his rough, wet paw took hold of the penis and balls. It felt the same way it did any other time he took hold of his great wolfhood, as if it was still connected to his crotch in some invisible manner.
Was this a dream? Was this all some insane nightmare and he would wake up with his usual morning wood, craving a touch of affection? It had to be. This was all too insane to be real. But when he gave the testicles in his hands a plaintive squeeze, he almost doubled over in pain. The sickening rush made him want to throw up, and seemed to absolve any thoughts that this might all just be a dream. Treating the erection with more care now, he gently poked at the glans and worked his nail into the slit, shivering in the way he had so many times before. He rubbed his index finger and thumb just above the swollen knot at his special pleasure place only he knew, and felt warm bliss surge through him, and the urge of climax build inside the testicles that were no longer connected to him. He could feel, yes feel, the seed churning inside his scrotum. If he wrapped his index finger around the erection's base, squeezing it tight enough to cut off the flow of blood, he felt the blissful pleasure but also the pain.
As utterly maddening as this might have been, Tarn felt an odd eagerness building in his gut. Sure, it was insane. It was crazy. But if this was all a dream (it must be), he wanted to make the most of it, and tenderly lifted his erection to his lips. He flicked out his tongue, tasting himself, and the rich musky flavor flooded through his senses. He growled lowly, and returned the shower head to its spot under his tail. Holding his erection tight, he started to softly lick and nuzzle over the slit, before opening his mouth wide and gradually putting his jaws over the glans and upper part of the shaft.
The bliss was surreal. The pleasure of a musky flavor on his tongue, and his aching shaft in a warm, wet cavern, he could even turn his erection over so the testicles were above and he could press them right into his wet snout. Unlike 69ing with a partner, the bliss was only his. He smiled greedily, hungrily, and began to suckle and nibble on the shaft, whining and humping forward and moving the erection in and out of his mouth. When he was younger and more flexible, he could do something like this, but that had been painfully and not really worth it in the end. Now, he didn't want to wake up from this dream.
When at last he came, he almost ended up choking on his own seed. So intense was the rush and the spurts that were shooting out of his erection, only several quick, noisy gulps spared him a very odd death. Soon enough he was in the rhythm of things again, gulping down the mouthfuls when the spurts were in a lull, then bracing himself for what came next. When it finally stopped, he shut off the water and simply lay on the tub floor, his detached shaft and scrotum resting on his wet belly fur. He rubbed it gently with one finger, petting it with a leather pad like it was his new pet. Sure, it was horrifying, and he wondered how he would urinate, but holy fuck that had been one hell of a blow job! He smiled vainly, the taste of his own musk and his own seed still bitter on his lips. With a low sigh, he tilted his head back, mind already racing with all the new things he could do. His erection was still hard. He picked it up and inspected it, seeing that the blood was not leaving the shaft. Perhaps it could no longer go soft, which was good, since it was useless to him if it was just a mound of limp flesh.
He started his next game by placing the erection on the soap dish, where it would be safe and out of the way. Lathering up his right paw with liquid soap, he carefully slipped one of his fingers into the anus that had been loosened by the jet stream of water. Working his finger in and out, in and out, changing fingers when one grew too dry, he soon felt that his anal walls were lubricated enough. Dousing his hard shaft in shampoo, rubbing it a bit longer than perhaps he needed to, he lowered to all fours and brought the shaft around to his back door. Whining pitifully, he began to ease the shaft inside him, the incredible bliss returning in violent waves. He pushed the shaft hard, two fingers on its base enough to work it into his large anus. Ah, yes... that was good. He had been taken this way by others before, but always found them somewhat lacking in girth or length. Bit by bit, taking his time so he might savor this unique experience, he eased the shaft inside, up to the two testicles and knot. Standing, almost slipping on the slippery floor, he whined as he felt the shaft come to rest right up against his wolfy prostate. He lowered his tail to be sure it wouldn't slip out, and flexed his cheeks to massage the two testicles that were outside his puckered anus. If nothing else, this would sure liven up mundane tasks like washing up or eating.
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As true absurd a situation as it might have seemed to an outside observer, Tarn grew accustomed to it rather quickly. Neither his crotch nor his detached genitals ached or were in pain, which would have implied something was wrong. His penis continued to function as it always had, with the exception that it was always hard. And the fear of urination was alleviated when Tarn found a small hole in his groin where the fluids were relieved. Granted, having to sit down to pee was a bit of a hassle, but all and all things could have been worse, and he went an entire month without any problems.
It was November 2nd, and Sadie was taking Xander out of town for his birthday. Sadie crept into Tarn's room, hoping to say goodbye to the big wolf, but found that he must have slipped out without telling anyone. She frowned at that. Sadie was a lioness, standing about 5'3", even shorter than Albert which meant she barely came up to Tarn's belly. Buff colored fur coated her body, the exception being the long, goldenrod hair that stretched far down her back, all the way down to her rather shapely rump. She was thin and lithe, which made her relation with Xander all the more baffling. Compared to her, Xander was a brute of a wolf, over a head taller than the kitty, with dark brown fur in various shades over his body. He honked his pick-up's truck horn, wanting to get on the road, and Sadie walked to Tarn's window to shout, "Give me a fucking minute!" She grabbed a piece of paper from the desk and scribbled a quick note, saying good bye and sending her love, and was just going to leave when she spied a dildo sitting innocently on Tarn's bed.
It was a beautiful creation, soft pink in color with a crisscross of purple veins to give it a realistic look. The craftsmanship was remarkable, to the point Sadie felt the urge to pick it up and examine it. It was made of some sort high grade latex that felt very much like skin, holding it in her paws was like holding a living thing. It must have had a small motor somewhere inside it, because she could feel a steady thump vibrate in her hands. The thumping grew more intense when she gave the shaft a squeeze, seeming to react to the pressure. It even smelled real; rich and musky. Perhaps Tarn had coated it in some sort of fluid coating that doubled as a lubricant. Tarn... Sadie shook her head, giggling to herself, until Xander once more honked the horn. She stomped to the window, called him a literal "son of a bitch," and headed out the door. When she was in the hallway, she noticed that she was still holding the dildo tight in her grip. It would be nice to surprise Xander with it, and she was sure Tarn could go a few nights without his special toy, so she threw it into her messenger bag and headed out to meet Xander in the truck. By the time Tarn got back home, Sadie, Xander, and his penis were long gone.
Tarn climbed out of his car, holding his groin as if it might ward off another jolt of sickening pain. Sadie must have thrown her bag against a wall or something, because it felt like she had kicked him square in the crotch, and he was now left with dull revulsion, like his balls were in a vice. Maybe she was sitting on her back, maybe it was under her foot, but he could barely stand with the sickness that was rolling through him in waves.
As hard as it was, he walked up the stairs and into the apartment. Every step caused sickening agony to rush through him, but eventually he made it to his room and plopped down on the bed, holding his crotch, wanting to throw up with all the pain that was raking through his body.
Xander drove for most of the day and into the night, and when he was feeling too fatigued, he switched seats with Sadie and she drove. "I don't understand, I offer to take you anywhere, and all you want to do is go to some cabin in the woods?" Sadie asked.
"I like the woods," was Xander's passive response.
"You know, I am the one driving. I could take you anywhere I want."
Xander looked passively at the clock. "It's my birthday in another three hours. I took you to that Driver-for-a-Day thing for your birthday. I took Albert to the waterpark for his. Today can be about me? Honestly, is it so selfish that I just want something completely mine and no one else's?"
"Yes, that is the definition of selfish, as a matter of fact. But alright. It is your special day. I can't wait to give you your gift."
It only took another hour and a half of driving before they finally reached the cabin that they would be spending the next week at. Secluded in the middle of the woods, so deep in that no one ever bothered following an inconspicuous dirt road to its final destination, it was peaceful and quiet and all theirs. Xander and Sadie were the only two who knew how to get here, in fact. There was no internet access and no phone lines. The only means of communication was a satellite phone Xander kept with him, the number of which he never gave out, because when he was up here, he did not want to be bothered with petty things.
Despite his imminent birthday, Xander carried the bags. It was simply easier given his strength, and he didn't mind. Sadie scurried in front of him, undid the three locks to get into the front door, and stepped inside. Xander set the bags down, and then went about the practiced task of making sure that no animals or junkies had broken into the house and taken up residence during his long absence. But all the windows were safe, the bars were still secured over them, none of the doors had been broken off their hinges. Everything was fine. And by the time he ascended the flight of stairs and walked into the bedroom, Sadie had removed her pants and shirt, revealing she was wearing only a lacy red thong beneath, her shapely buttocks embracing the thin stretch of fabric. Rather comically, she continued to wear her red and white messenger bag against her left thigh.
"Happy birthday," she whispered, walking up to Xander, stroking over his chest with her delicate claws. She took a step forward, placing one leg between his thick thighs, so she was gently straddling his right leg, her warm, nearly bare groin brushing against the fur. Xander placed a gentle hand on her back, holding her close.
"It's not my birthday for another few minutes," he said with a smile. His mouth opened gently, his green tongue rolling out as he started to pant, until Sadie cringed at the warm breath that blew over her face and he stopped.
"Well, we'll just have to find a way to kill some time then," she said. Taking his paw into hers, she tugged him gently, bringing him back towards the bed, and gestured for him to relax. He scooted back and rested on the bed's backboard, as Sadie waltzed forward, climbing onto the bed with the skill and grace of her jungle cat cousins.
"What's first?" Xander asked, swallowing the drool that was dribbling down his lips. Sadie's small, perky breasts hung down from her torso, swaying side to side as she prowled. They looked delightful, especially since Xander so rarely got the appreciate them.
"You get to watch, silly."
She revealed that, concealed in the messenger bag, was a dildo of significant size and girth. Sadie settled down between Xander's thick legs, sitting on one of his thighs, tail curled around her waist, the throbbing dildo in her lap. She had to hold the foot long length with both hands, and spent a moment just rubbing it idly, massaging, tracing her sharp nails down the length and leaving little tickles over the latex like skin. She hugged the dildo to her, allowing her perky A-cups to part and then embrace the shaft at its sides, as she craned her neck down and softly licked over the erection's head. After several such licks, she was surprised when she tasted something salty on her tongue, and pulling back noticed that white cream was bubbling up from the slit. She passed this off as another innovation of what was, no doubt, a very expensive sex toy. "The most advanced piece of technology you will ever shove up your ass." She laughed to herself.
The dribbles of white, sticky cream served her purposes well, and she dabbed her fingers in the cream before tracing them down the long rod. "Have to get it nice and lubricated," she explained to the drooling wolf. "So big... so massive, can't have someone getting hurt, can we?" When it seemed the white cream would not be enough, she lifted the dildo, and ran her rough tongue over the length of it, starting at the swollen knot and moving all the way to the dribbling head. Again, the bitter taste of musk was remarkable, how it hadn't faded, how it had even grown stronger from the time in her bag. She turned her mouth to the side, and nibbled up the length of the shaft, her sharp teeth poking cute little impressions up and down the girth, but especially the head, which she found herself eagerly nibbling and biting at.
A long, steady growl reminded her she had a very horny lupine just in front of her. One of Xander's paws had slipped into his pants and was tenderly massaging himself, as Sadie continued to service the dildo. Sometimes she would spend precious moments licking and nuzzling every inch of it, other times she would brush it between her perky breasts, up and down, up and down, getting her chin messy with the spurts of cream.
Sadie set the dildo down on the bed, and looked to Xander. "You can get undressed if you want."
Xander practically leapt out of the bed, and quickly tore himself out of his clothing. Literally, his shirt was in two separate pieces when he finally managed to get it off his back. His pants didn't fare much better, and he tore his underwear off last, revealing the eager green erection that was poking out of his brown pubic fur. He was tempted to push Sadie against a wall and take her right then and there, but the lioness batted him gently with her tail, stopping whatever cruel thoughts he had been concocting. She ordered him onto the bed, on all fours, and although he was slightly annoyed she was the one giving orders, he complied. He walked over to the bed and got onto all fours. Then he lowered his upper body to the bed, propping himself up on his elbows, his tail wagging out behind him despite the humiliating position he found himself in.
Sadie had been planning just what to do for quite a while, and her messenger bag was filled not only with the dildo she had taken from Tarn, but any number of goodies and toys. She restrained Xander's wrists with a pair of handcuffs, and then fetched a harness that went around one's hips, designed for use with a range of props. She carefully set the dildo into place in the harness, and buckled the harness onto her groin, before climbing onto the bed and settling behind Xander.
Xander was huge compared to her, not just in height but in build. His shoulders were the broadest part of him, and his chest was large and powerful, leaving his hips and rump narrow and flat by comparison. Still, his hips were quite large, and she parted his hefty cheeks carefully to reveal the quivering, eager pucker. She was thinking of licking him to get things started. She was aware how much he adored rim jobs. But after his tail batted her in the face, she gripped... and another idea came to her.
"What are you doing?" he asked, looking over his shoulder and behind him, only for her to give his tail a sharp yank.
"Shut up, mutt," she growled, leaning her hips forward so the dildo pressed gently into his rump cheek. She pulled her hips back, trying to aim better, and then carefully pushed her hips forward, the shaft guided between his large rump cheeks and up against his puckered hole. Xander gave a low, rumbling chuckle at the feel of getting poked and prodded clumsily in his vent. Sadie, taking a bit of offense at the laughter, pulled his buttocks farther apart and pushed herself right up against him. A low growl and shiver worked its way through the canine, as the soft humps began to grow harder and more powerful. His tail batted her, but Sadie was gripping it surprisingly tight, keeping it from getting in the way as she rocked her hips back and forth, in much the same way he had done to her many time before.
His back arched when the tight seal of his sphincter finally yielded and the head of the erection, the thickest part, pushed itself inside. It spread his rim so wide, Xander's only reaction was to drop his head and drool. Sadie continued to rock her hips, back and forth, learning the rhythm of being on top quickly. She was going slow and steady to push inside him, easing the thick headed bulk into the tight cavern a few inches at a time, rather than ram the dildo in all at once. The effect was incredible for Xander, who buried his head in the drool soaked pillow, as the steady rocks of the lioness worked him so well. He tried to grip his shaft to relieve the painful buildup of lust, but the handcuffs at his wrists were not permitting it. He growled and grunted, soon succumbing to several breathless howls as Sadie pushed deeper, and the swollen knot of the shaft was pressing right against his rim. But perhaps what was most amazing was the trickle of warm cream he could feel oozing into his tight anus. That dildo felt so life like, so real, like a mate was savaging him from behind. The way the two testicles swung like twin wrecking balls and rammed against his thighs... the way the engorged knot struggled to stretch his rim wide enough it could slip into him...
Sadie leaned down, and hugged Xander from behind. She rubbed over his chest softly, and gave his pectorals a gentle squeeze. But she knew what he wanted, what he needed, and slowly wrapped her hands delicately around his erection. He was panting and wheezing noisily, his whole body shaking as she used both hands to rub him. She knew what he liked. She knew he loved two fingers at the base of his erection, just above the rim of his sheath, and that those two fingers should rub in little circles without ever making the pleasure intrusive. She knew he loved it when his skin of his shaft was pulled tight, almost as if she intended to tear it off his aching penis. And she knew he loved the occasional tickle over his testicles, never routine enough he could expect it, but always a possibility in their sexual games.
He gulped all the drool that was pooling in his lips and then arched his back, howling loudly. His erection tensed, and suddenly spurted a great loud of cream onto the bed, but that release was suddenly cut off when Sadie's fingers, squeezing like a vice, cut off the flow of both seed and blood to his glans. His howl caught in his throat and his eyes almost bulged, as Sadie struggled to hold the release back. Even two hands were not enough to keep him at bay, however, and her grip on him broke. Once more, a massive load shot out of him...and into him as well. He felt a rush of seed spurting into his anus, a great tide that washed through his walls and slammed against his prostate again and again like a jack hammer. He howled and bucked so intensely, Sadie was forced to hug tight only so she wouldn't be thrown aside in his lust driven bucking.
Tide after tide washed over the bed, filling the room with a musky odor, tickling Sadie's senses. She hugged, and humped into him, to pleasure the birthday wolf but also hoped that somehow such motions might relieve the burning in her groin. They did nothing but tantalize her further, and though she ached, for now she focused on Exilo, at least until he stopped bucking like mad. He lay down on the bed, folding his paws neatly and resting his head down, as he reveled in the sweet afterglow of such an intense climax. The first of his 23rd year of life...
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Tarn, meanwhile, was laying in his bed doing much the same. He hadn't been able to move, as his senses were overwhelmed from the pain of his genitals getting stuffed in a bag, and when that finally stopped, he prayed it was all over. Instead, the agony that surged through him was suddenly replaced with a sweet sensation.
was a sweet sensation. A soft, rough surface; a washcloth or a tongue, was gently brushing over his penis, again and again. It tickled his sensitive flesh, easing him into a lull of calm after such an agonizing few hours, the contrast making the pleasure all that more overwhelming. And when he felt his penis gently pushed into a tight, warm cavern, he figured out what was happening rather quickly. Oh, whoever he was fucking, they were delightfully tight, and he quickly rolled onto his front and placed a pillow between his legs. He squeezed the pillow between his thighs, rubbing his furless crotch against the pillow, feeling himself tickled and rubbed. His penis' thrusts into the tight cavern were rhythmic. He could time them, and hump forward into the pillow, dreaming that he was still attached and had the tight virgin before him, until he felt his explosive release. And then he lay down on the bed, unsure, perhaps even frightened of what would happen next, but some part of him also desperately hoped that the pleasure may return.
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"That thing is amazing," Xander said, laying on his side, rubbing his limping green cock gently. He couldn't sit up, considering the stretch and pain that his anus had gone through. "The money Tarn must drop on sex toys, it's a wonder he can pay rent."
Sadie smiled, and crawled over towards Xander, and gently kissed him on the long muzzle. "Happy birthday, Fido."
Xander's nose twitched at the musky aroma in the air. Not just his own scent, or the odor that the dildo radiated, but he could smell something softer, more feminine, more feline. "My birthday's not done, you know. I've still got twenty-three hours."
Sadie smiled. "Oh? What do you have in mind? I'll even give you blow jobs. I think my jaw has healed since last time."
Xander carefully sat up, groaning as his stretched and sore anus brushed against the bed. He looked around, at last his eyes falling on the desk that was against one of the walls. He quickly retrieved the dildo that had served him so well, he walked over, and placed it carefully on the desk's flat top. Then he retrieved Sadie from the bed, picking her up under the arms like a child and holding her at arm's length. "You smell delightful," he said. He pulled her close and nuzzled her neck, making her whine and purr softly. So desperate for satisfaction, she quickly wrapped her legs around his torso, and rubbed her aching groin against his belly fur. He shifted his grip, brushing his hands down her back, over her buttocks, until he was holding her by the thighs. "Wrap your arms around my neck, please?"
Sadie did that, nuzzling into the front of his throat as she felt herself held up in his powerful grip. She felt herself lifted gently, held up, and then lowered down slowly. The engorged glans of the great wolf were suddenly pressing gently against her nether lips. She wiggled side to side, spreading her legs just a bit farther apart to give the green headed girth passage inside her. He eased her down slowly, knowing he was a bit bigger than she was and not wanting to hurt her. He suddenly bounced on his feet, and she felt the tip of his erection pushed inside. She clenched down suddenly upon him, groaning loudly, and then relaxed and rested. Her face was buried in his chest, she breathed in the scent of his fur, and occasionally felt a soft nip on her ear or a gentle lick over her crown. She relaxed, sighing, and reveling in the bliss of her favorite position.
What she wasn't expecting was a poking touch under her tail. She growled, giving a confused "Mrrw?" as she felt the poking and prodding against her booty, then against her crack as Xander positioned her right to accept the dildo into her tail hole.
She growled lowly, feeling the pressure against her tail and between her legs slip into her, stimulating the nerves that lined both her sensitive entrances. Xander moved her carefully, slowly, rolling her back to take the bulk into her ass, and then pulling her forward and down so she could take his erection. She could tolerate the two pleasures separately, but when he pulled her down all at once, and forced her to endure her entire body inflamed with bliss, she could only press her face harder into his chest and growl and yap. She was vaguely aware she had bitten him any number of times, her teeth exploring through the delicious, chocolaty fur or sometimes closing on one of his nipples.
Tarn, too, was laying on the bed, twitching and groaning but mostly quite unable to move. The pleasure was similar but different to what he had first had. He imagined his shaft was being used in another anus, by how tight and dry the embrace was, but his host this time was infinitely smaller, infinitely tighter, and so much warmer and sweeter he almost lost his load right there. Only sucking in a deep breath did he hold himself in, and he was rewarded with a few more precious moments inside the wondrous cavern.
Sadie felt Xander and the dildo hilt inside her. She was limp in his arms, quietly thankful that Xander was so strong and he could so easily support her. Her arms couldn't even wrap around his neck any longer. They just hung useless at her sides as the twin shafts jammed deeper and deeper, filling her, until both, together, released a great tide.
Xander howled, Tarn howled, and Sadie roared all together, as each released what they had left inside the tank. But while Xander pulled Sadie off the dildo, and carried her to the bed where they could both relax in each other's arms, Tarn was left alone and weakened in his room, body utterly tuckered out from the two orgasms that had ravaged him. He had no clue what would come next, if another game was in the future, or if his penis' new owners were curious what was inside the pink flesh. There was nothing he could do though. He just lay there, weak and tired, unable to move, barely keeping his breathing steady.
He actually groaned when he felt his penis handled once more. Xander was casually inspecting it, toying with it, sniffing it. He squeezed the two large testicles curiously, which caused Tarn to double over. Ignorant of the pain he was causing, Xander squeezed the testicle tighter between his finger and thumb. He squeezed it and squeezed it, curious how much pressure he could cause before it broke, but released it before that happened. He casually took the other testicle in his fingers and gave it a sharp, sudden, intense squeeze. Then both at once, squeezing them in his large hand.
Xander's black ears twitched. "Did you just hear something?" he asked. "It sounded like a wolf howling."
"We're in the middle of the woods. There are ferals all around us." She paused, and looked around nervously. "I'm a cat in the middle of a forest of dogs. I have many enemies here... Xander, squeezing that fucking thing. I borrowed it from Tarn."
Xander shrugged, and gave the two orbs one more, very tight, squeeze. "It must be latex," he said. "A small motor to make it throb. What I can't figure out is how to load it with the white goo. You'd figure there would be some slit or opening behind it, but there's nothing. We could try injecting it with fluids."
"Xander, don't go stabbing it with needles, alright? It's not yours. If you break it, you're the one who's going to have to tell Tarn. Does it have any of the goo left inside?"
Xander looked the erection over. Finally, taking it around the middle, he delivered a hard, open handed slap to the erection's base. A spurt of white cream shot out like a cannon, splashing onto the bed a few inches from Sadie. She idly dabbed a finger into the white, brought it to her nose to sniff, and then slipped her tongue out to taste it. "Fascinating."
"It seems there's still a bit inside," the wolf said. Then he turned to Sadie and smiled. "You said something about oral?"
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Tarn had to figure something out. Ophelia was a doctor, or psychologist or he didn't fucking care! She could give him painkillers or something, anything for to get through the next few days. He couldn't bare the abuse any more. Not even the physical pain, but by far the worse aspect of this was he never knew when it was coming. He would rather be tied to a chair and beaten for days than this... living with the absolute terror of what would happen next. Even the pleasure did not make the situation more tolerable. His body was no longer his, the pleasure racked him and terrified him as much as the pain.
On his hands and knees he attempted to crawl for the door. Ophelia could help him. She was a doctor. She would have some sort of drug that would fix this. Hell, she could put him in a coma for the next week. She had to. But before he had even crossed his room, his body was once more racked with immense pain and pleasure, he could no longer distinguish one from the other. He just wanted them both to end.
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Xander had secured the dildo into the harness, and then hung the harness from a nail. The top heavy dildo insisted on aiming at the floor, but that problem was solved when he slammed the base against the wall several times, and eventually it stayed erect, jutting forth from the wall. Xander took a few steps away from it, and then lowered to his knees, sitting back on his feet and shins. His bushy tail wagged side to side as he rubbed and stroked his pride tenderly, already working up another climax deep inside him. The hardening of his shaft was aided by several gentle nuzzles and licks from Sadie, who was on her hands and knees before him. Her red tongue was sweet and tender against his aching flesh. She was so attentive, so whenever a trickle of white broke up the monotony of the green flesh, it was flicked away with the rough, wet surface. Of course this only caused more white to ooze out of the engorged shaft, but then Sadie's tongue brushed over it once more.
Holding his shaft up, he poked gently at Sadie's mouth. She smiled at him, and lifted her tail, before coyly scooting backwards. Xander followed, skidding forward on his knees, never letting her get away from the bobbing shaft. Eventually, Sadie felt the poking of the erect dildo against her rump cheeks, the trickle of the white cream wetting her fur. She wiggled her hips until she felt the dildo's head slip between her flanks. Insistently, Xander scooted forward, the green erection once more poking at her face, forcing her to back up, until the dildo's head was right against her already stretched vent. With a deep breath, she began to back up more, groaning and roaring softly to herself as she felt the familiar stretch of her anus, as her tight rim was put over the dildo's perfectly sculpted glans.
She backed up until the dildo had slipped halfway inside her, and then attempted to relax, but insistently Xander poked at her mouth. She looked up at him, to see his tongue out and dangling, and a pleading, puppy dog look in his green eyes. His ears, despite being covered in bistre fur, were clearly starting to turn red in the anticipation of what was to come. She smiled, before opening her mouth wide, in true cat fashion, and stretching her neck forward. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth, wrapping around the wolf's pride, and making him whimper like a puppy. He scooted forward once more, and she closed her lips on his girth. She sucked noisily, aware that the lewd sounds only made Xander hornier. She bobbed her head up and down, using her teeth to tingle the stretched skin, using her tongue expertly to toy over his warm shaft. She pulled her head, and her whole body, back, so that only the tip of his glans were housed by her lips. In doing so, she pushed the erection harder and harder into her anus, feeling the loosened skin stretch and slurp over the warm dildo, feeling the trickles of white seed ooze into her tight cavern. Xander whimpered, of course, when the mouth was no longer on his shaft. She eased herself forward, off the dildo, and once more gulped up his erection. This time, she did not stop. Despite the pain in her jaw as it was forced to stretch, and the gag reflex that was triggered as the erection pushed still farther down her throat, she clenched her eyes shut and continued forward, until her snout was pressed right into his pubic fur.
A drop of drool splashed onto her crown. Though she could not see it, she was sure that Xander's head was drooped, his tongue out and saliva dripping down the green appendage. She cringed as another drop hit her squarely on the skull, and then a third. She nibbled softly over the erection, suckling when she could, but mostly she just bit at his base, which was more than enough for the wolf. She was completely off the dildo now, and to relieve her own desires, she lifted her hips just a little higher, and backed up. Not wanting her lost, Xander scooted with her, and soon she was impaled on both ends, the unyielding dildo between her legs, and the throbbing green shaft down her throat.
Xander tilted his head back and howled. He pushed his hips further forward, bruising Sadie's snout on his pubic bone, as his climax ripped through him. With the erection shoved so far down her throat, the bulge of his glans was visibly pressing out of her neck, and there was no resistance as spurt after spurt tore inside her, filling her belly with that wonderful warmth. The intensity of the climax caused her body to lock, and her nether lips clamped down like a vice onto the dildo. Xander had actually said more than once that she had hurt him when he was hilted inside her, and she squeezed his erection so tight. She was just thankful that it was an object behind her, not someone who would have to endure their genitals being squeezed so mercilessly.
Xander's erection tasted wonderful on her tongue, and she bobbed her head forward and back, tasting the sweet rod of flesh. Pockets of his flavor were housed just behind his glans. She found them with her dexterous tongue, as the warmth continued to fill her belly, until she had a rather cute protrusion in her usual tight stomach.
Xander stroked her behind the ear. She swiveled her eyes up, and saw that the wolf's face spoke of pure bliss. To relieve her, he scooted back very slowly, allowing her to pull off his erection at her own pace until she was finally free. She groaned as she rubbed her throat, and then slowly, carefully, extracted herself from the great dildo behind her. The moment the intense stretching has been relieved, she plopped forward onto her chest and lay there still, unsure she could stand. She would never know, because Xander squatted down before her, and gathered her into his thick, strong arms.
"I should really be carrying you," she mumbled, turning her head to the side and nuzzling into Xander's chocolaty chest. She nibbled at the delicious tuft of fur that was just at his solar plexus. He brought her to the bed, and climbed in, keeping tight hold of her the entire time. He set her down beside him, and reached for the bed sheets. The nights were cold in the middle of the woods. In fact, with the lust no longer burning behind her cheeks, and her groin rather wet, a shiver ran down Sadie's spine. The thick, green comforter swallowed them both up. Xander wrapped his thick, powerful arms around her and nuzzled her, as they both set their heads down to rest, and dream about all the fun they would have the next few days with the dildo that was left to hang, still mounted on the wall and dribbling white into a puddle on the ground.
Tarn, as well, lay on the ground; cold, shivering and utterly exhausted. He closed his eyes, no longer caring about the agony that was throbbing between his legs, he just wanted to sleep, and setting his head down, he finally slipped into a fitful rest, always terrified that the pain would return with a vengeance.