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Truth or Dare, Part 2

Boony stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. He'd been trying to catch his breath for what felt like forever. A long rope of thick, slimy wolf semen was slowly drooling down from the mess above him, and without really thinking about it, he moved his head to one side just before it would have landed on his nose. It squished down onto the couch beside him, making a solid bridge between sofa and ceiling, like a pearly stalagmite and stalactite that had each grown long enough to meet each other in the middle. Slowly, the weight of all that cum drooled farther and farther down, until the bridge thinned in its center and snapped, the upper half rebounding upward and splattering small droplets of slime in every direction while the lower half splashed down and doused the side of Boony's face.

"I feel like I'm inside a lava lamp," Esmerelda said, every bit as breathless as the wolf. The naga was still curled against the room's walls, most of her body covered in all that semen, every bit as slathered as the rest of the living room. She was right, though the thick liquid only ever sloughed and dribbled downward around them, never rising back up like it would in a lava lamp.

Boony thought it was probably more like what Fang and the other girls had experienced in his genitals before getting melted down. If the room's walls had been warm and pulsing and compressing all around him and Esmerelda, anyway.

Still lying back on the couch, he tucked his chin onto his sticky chest, his face heating as he looked over the naga, and she met his eyes for a moment before glancing down over herself as well with a self-conscious chuckle. "You really did a number on...well, everything, really." The reptilian girl swiped a hand slowly down between her generous breasts, collecting a palmful of his seed. More lupine cum dribbled from her slathered chest as her round breasts jiggled from the slight bump of her knuckles and wrist.

"Damn," Boony murmured, unable to look away from that sight. "Fang's potion really did a number on me." And that, as it turned out, was truer than he realized. After such an incredible orgasm, he shouldn't have been able to get aroused again for a whole month, but he felt his spent shaft stir on top of his thighs at the sight of Esmerelda. On top of his knees, too, and dangling over one of his shins; it hadn't really shrunk much after his climax.

It didn't help when the snake girl lifted her cum-covered hand up to her face and gave it a tentative sniff, as if it could smell any different than the rest of the musk-filled room. Then she gave him a brief look over her fingers, shrugged, and took a slow lick over her palm with her forked tongue with a small grin.

Boony groaned. After everything that had happened, the naga was still feeling flirty? She had an entire arctic fox stuffed up inside her womb! She should have been as...

...As satiated as he was, the wolf had begun to tell himself. Only, his cock was lifting farther up off his legs, soon breaking contact entirely, save for the thick webwork of semen that continued to connect the firming flesh to his fur. With another pleasured groan, he pushed himself upright, lowering the angle of his shaft slightly, and swung his legs down to the floor with a lewd little splash. How in the world were they going to clean all that up?

The naga was smearing her hand down over one of her breasts again, this time stroking her palm down right over her broad nipple before once more lifting her hand to her short snout and lapping the cum down. If she had her way, evidently, they would clean the mess up one lick at a time.

Boony's dick nearly hit him in the chest with its upward flex. "We should probably both get a shower," he said, trying to ignore the needful heat starting to pulse again in his erection, not to mention in the still-huge balls swaying underneath it.

"I would if I could fit," Esmerelda told him. She licked her lips, cleaning cum from between her teeth, and swallowed audibly.

The wolf shivered. He had to press his palms down over the top of his shaft to keep it from swinging up again. "We could go to the back yard," he suggested. "I could get out the hose." He grinned, but he was only half kidding. He didn't know how else the serpent girl thought she would get clean.

"Or you could just...you know, help me right here," she countered.

Boony found that his shaft was too slickly cum-slathered to hold down at that thought. There was a wet thud of flesh hitting fur, and more cum droplets were flung out to his sides as his erection hit him in the chest. "You're taking all of this really well, you know," he said, gesturing aimlessly at the mess around them.

Esmerelda flashed him a toothy, reptilian grin. "Must be the insatiable predator in me," she told him, then shrugged and added, "That, and I'm pretty sure Voodoo will find a way to fix everything. She told me earlier that she's been working on a few new spells."

Boony lifted an eyebrow, skeptically repeating, "Voodoo."

"Uh huh."

"You mean the fox you ate with your slit just now?"

The naga folded her arms underneath her breasts, and Boony just couldn't find it in himself to keep his eyes on her face. That position had her entire bosom smushed together, her cleavage a long, vertical crease between her squished breasts. "I didn't mean to," she protested. "She just felt so good down there. And I'm planning on letting her out. You know, once I figure out how."

"You don't know how?" the wolf asked, crossing his own arms. It was so hard not to reach down and give himself a good, long stroke. Fresh pre was drooling constantly from his tip, joining the glaze down the belly of his shaft and dripping in a steady, slimy stream down over the crease between his balls.

"Well, every time I push, she shifts around and it feels so great that I clench up again, and she just kind of keeps getting drawn back in, which feels even better..." Esmerelda stopped rambling long enough to take a deep breath. One of her hands was rubbing absentmindedly at the lower curve of her breast.

It was a good thing Boony had his arms in that position. This time he was able to block his member's upward swing, though he couldn't hold back his moan. Did she have to give him all those details? He was horny enough as it was.

"I guess you could, you know, reach up there and grab her?" the snake girl suggested, nibbling on her lower lip. She didn't sound very enthusiastic. It looked like she was still enjoying having the arctic fox inside her. When Boony looked closely, he could see the subtle swell in Esmerelda's belly shift as Voodoo squirmed about.

"Maybe after," he murmured hoarsely, taking a step closer, and the naga tilted her head.

"After what?"

He couldn't keep control of himself any longer. "After this." Reaching out, he planted his palm against Esmerelda's soft-scaled breast, pressing the flesh back against her ribs while he let his erection drag up her belly, the semen covering both of them making it wobble out beside her waist from the force of his pushing hips.

The naga's eyes widened, and he could see a blush behind her scales as she let out a surprised, "Oh." She didn't sound disappointed.

Boony drew his hips back, and this time when he pushed forward again, he kept himself lined up so that his broad, rubbery glans pressed directly up between the lower slopes of the naga's cleavage. He lifted an eyebrow at her, and she blushed again, but grinned back at him and tucked her elbows down around her chest, knowing exactly what he was after. Grinning back, the wolf shuffled forward, letting his erection bow slightly upward as it squeezed up between her scaled breasts. All that cum made the flesh around his member so slick, he almost plopped out from that valley, but with Boony keeping a palm planted on the upper edge of his cock and Esmerelda keeping her breasts squished in around him, they managed to hold his member steady within that smooth, soft crevice.

As top-heavy as Esmerelda was, her bosom offered a generous expanse for the wolf's shaft to glide through, but he was easily long enough for his crown to plop into view under the naga's chin with a foot or two of shaft left to spare. That gave him enough room to start thrusting his huge shaft back and forth between her breasts, even while leaning his upper body forward and resting his chest against those voluminous pillows. He pressed himself against them until he could feel the extra pressure squeezing around his shaft, then moved a hand behind her head to pull her into a kiss. It was almost as unexpected for Boony as it seemed for her. His libido was running rampant, but he found that no part of him wanted to hold it in check.

Esmerelda must have been in agreement. There was a loud but muffled crash in the room behind him as a serpentine coil knocked over the last lamp still standing in the living room. It shattered when it hit the floor, but all the semen covering everything kept the noise from being too loud. Then there was a wet scraping of coffee table legs through the pool on the floor, drawing closer and closer to the wolf as the naga's body squirmed. He glanced back over his shoulder, breaking their kiss. A cum-slathered green coil was slipping up and over the couch, leaving the coffee table behind, so that it could brush across his back, helping to push his whole body more firmly into Esmerelda's broad chest.

The naga didn't need to move her arms from where they kept her breasts smushed around his shaft. She just found the back of his head with the tip of her tail and pulled him into another kiss, this time tilting her face and practically pulling his tongue into her mouth with her own. His eyes went wide, at first, but then he relaxed into the kiss and gave a slow thrust of his hips that made the top of his erection nudge up against their chins.

The next thrust did the same, and Boony felt blood rushing to his face from the feeling of his own glans squishing underneath his jaw. He couldn't stop moving his hips, though. The naga's boob job felt too good.

She waited until his shaft was gliding up between her breasts again, and this time, just before his tip was about to bump into them, Esmerelda pulled back from the kiss, tucking her scaled muzzle down to nuzzle at Boony's crown. He gasped, feeling her lips smooch a slow pattern around the sensitive flesh. The wolf leaned his upper body back, enough that he could grind himself up a few more inches, and watched avidly as Esmerelda licked and nuzzled across his tip. He was panting. Boony wouldn't have realized that, he was paying so much attention to the naga girl, but he could feel each of his rapid breaths against his own taut skin.

Esmerelda's tail was massaging lightly up and down Boony's back, and he shuddered, all that rubbing turning him on even more. But not nearly as much as the sight of her forked tongue tracing a teasing oval around his cum slit while she glanced up at his face from under her eyebrows. "Careful," he murmured breathlessly, but she just chuckled.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm a naga, Boon." She gave him a small, almost innocent smile. Then she opened her mouth wide, unhinging her jaw, and closed her lips around the girth of his shaft, taking the entire glans into her mouth at once.

The wolf went rigid from the shock of pleasure that lanced down his cock and up his spine. Even as huge as his shaft was now, Esmerelda was careful to keep her teeth from grazing it aside from a few tantalizing pinpricks. She just grinned up at him around her mouthful, and started bobbing her face--and her breasts--up and down. Boony groaned, closing his eyes, and his hips moved of their own accord, matching the naga's motions. God, that felt good.

Not good enough, though. He wanted more, and as wonderful as the thought of plunging his entire length down the snake girl's throat was, he had a better idea.

He let Esmerelda nurse around his tip for a few more seconds, mostly just to catch his breath and gather enough will to pull his hips back from the warm moisture of her mouth. When he did, she blinked up at him, looking confused.

The wolf shook his head, breathing heavily and giving her a pointed grin as he started dragging his shaft back down through her cleavage. "Enough foreplay." Even after his tip escaped the cavern between her breasts, the sensation of those smooth, slippery scales under the belly of his shaft was incredible. He tried to keep as much of his erection pressed up against Esmerelda's abdomen as he could while sliding it lower and lower, nearly crouching down on the floor by the time he reached the folds of her slit.

Boony looked up at the snake girl's face, his hips held back several feet to make room for his shaft. She just stared down at him, breathing deeply and slowly tweaking one of her nipples between her fingers. The wolf rested his palm on Esmerelda's lower belly, then went still when the subtle bulge underneath those scales stirred, Voodoo feeling that light push through all those scales and flesh. Boony's cock swung up with another flex, but he caught it with a hand without thinking before it could smack him in the chest, already angling it back down to the soft-looking scales under the naga's belly.

The reptilian pussy was foreign to him; she didn't have thighs, so it simply lay down the middle of her underside, a short, vertical crease splitting scales that were slightly puffed out to the sides. He touched one of those small swells, finding it just as soft as a normal anthro's vagina.

Then he settled his member's tip against that slit, feeling warm scales squish against his glans and getting a good comparison of their sizes. Esmerelda's serpent half was bigger around than Boony was, and her slit was a good six inches long, by his estimation. Which made it almost exactly as long as his erection was wide.

He glanced up at her face again, and after a deep breath and an audible swallow, she nodded at him. "Do it."

Boony took a deep breath of his own, his attention returning raptly to the task at hand, and started pushing forward. He was careful, at first, not wanting to hurt the snake girl, but as she slowly stretched around his spongey head, her folds closing around its ridge, the moan she let out drove caution from Boony's mind entirely, and he sank an entire foot of cockflesh into the naga's body. Her hands shot to his shoulders, and she cried out, though not from pain.

Reminding himself that she had shoved an entire fox inside of herself, Boony met the naga's lust-hazed gaze and began wedging himself deeper and deeper inside of her, beginning to thrust with his hips to help drive his phallus into its new home. For her part, Esmerelda evidently couldn't stand to hold still any longer, her coils shifting and bumping against furniture through the entire room as she rocked herself in counterpoint to his thrusts. Her tail curled around his upper back, pulling him close, while another coil farther along her body brushed across his leg.

The wolf barely noticed. She was so tight! As much as his erection had grown, thanks to Fang's potion, he was stretching every inch of the naga's inner canal nearly to its limit.

He wanted to feel that slick heat around every inch of himself, but he paused when his crown squeezed past a tight ring and prodded into something solid. The fox-sized bulge in Esmerelda's lower belly jostled, and Boony moaned, realizing who he'd just bumped into.

"Don't...don't stop," Esmerelda breathed, panting open-mouthed. Boony could feel her scales brush his other leg, the smooth length of her body sliding against his calves.

The wolf didn't want to stop, but evidently he hesitated too long, because in the next instant, he found two loops of smooth naga wrapped around his legs, and his hips were suddenly tugged forward, his huge erection driving inside Esmerelda's folds all the way to the hilt. Boony almost went crosseyed with pleasure. Not only was the snake girl's inner tunnel rippling constantly around him, but he could feel Voodoo squirming against his shaft's front half, too.

His hips immediately tried to start humping. Boony's lower body was held too tightly, though, and Esmerelda's tail had begun coiling slowly around his chest, as well, its tip giving an occasional spasm from the pleasure coursing through the naga. He could no longer thrust into her of his own volition.

Fortunately, after squeezing her inner warmth around him for a few more seconds, Esmerelda took care of that. She dragged the entire coiled mass of her serpentine torso back more than two feet with a powerful arch of her entire body. Then, with Boony held secure half a yard away from the wall, she pulled her upper half in again, slamming herself down around his erection.

Boony almost went blind from the pleasure. He wanted to grab the naga by the shoulders and pin her down so he could vigorously breed her, but the exact opposite was happening. He gushed a long spurt of pre into her inner heat as she dragged her upper body back, then threw herself against him again. With Boony's arms pinned down against his sides, he could do nothing but endure Esmerelda's lust, his own building each time she sheathed herself around him. And Voodoo! The trapped arctic fox was wriggling around constantly, trying to keep herself from getting battered as all the naga's movement tumbled her about. Boony couldn't usually tell what part of the fox girl his erection pounded into, but he was sure at one point that it collided with her soft backside. He could feel the root of Voodoo's tail against his tip until that thrust upended the fox within Esmerelda's womb, making her turn a somersault and catch the next lunge with her chest.

Eventually the fox righted herself and seemed to find a stable position. Boony thought the front half of his shaft was sliding back and forth between Voodoo's tucked-up thighs, now, dragging through the soggy fur of her belly each time Esmerelda's body collided with the wolf's.

He grunted, all that contact with both of the females somehow making him feel both helpless and powerful at the same time. It was an oddly heady cocktail, but still a mere distraction compared to the pleasure wracking him. Esmerelda squeezed her coils even tighter around him, tugging him back and forth at the same time as she pulled and pushed herself against him. From what Boony could tell, Voodoo was in a fetal position with her knees parted; the wolf could feel his tip sometimes smack into her bottom or her heels when the naga hilted him inside of herself, though his erection would always plop in front of Voodoo's belly and squeeze up through the awkward hold of the fox's thighs and calves. It made for an unusual, but very pleasant cap at the end of each of Boony's thrusts.

It wasn't enough, though. As powerful as Esmerelda was, she wasn't following the rhythm that Boony's hips wanted to thrust, her lunges long enough, but her pace just a touch too slow. The wolf growled between pants, his body straining within the naga's hold. He was still getting worked gradually closer and closer to another cataclysmic orgasm, but his lust hungered for more.

Then Esmerelda slammed herself to the hilt once more, but only pulled back half a foot or so, starting to slap her underbelly against his lap in a rapid flurry, making Boony nearly go crosseyed from the pleasure. Voodoo's encased body rubbed up and down against the wolf's glans constantly, fur squishing wetly around his flesh by the excessive pre now spurting into the naga's womb. He could see the outline of his tip dragging back and forth underneath Esmerelda's scales, right between the indistinct lumps of Voodoo's shins.

It was heaven, but it was torture at the same time. For just a second, Boony went limp, but then he took a deep breath, and with a dizzy snarl, wrenched his hips back, forcing Esmerelda to loosen her coils around his body. He shouldn't have been strong enough, but there must have been something extra in that potion of Fang's, as his straining legs managed to push his rump backward and pull nearly the entire length of his shaft out from the naga's inner heat, then ram forward hard enough to stagger Esmerelda back against the wall. She cried out, more of her body loosening its hold around him as her human half arched its back, and Boony used the opportunity to pull his arms free, wrapping them around Esmerelda's torso as he began thrusting vigorously into her. He buried his face in her expansive, scaled cleavage, tucking his muzzle down and planting his forehead against her chest so he could feel her voluminous breasts jiggling to either side of his head.

She tried to wrap her coils around him again, but another powerful lunge made her serpentine body spasm, and there was a loud crash as the sofa toppled onto its back behind the wolf. Esmerelda gasped, arching her upper body again, and her inner tunnel clamped down around Boony's engorged arousal as he pulled back.

She was still mid-arch when he plowed into her again, but this time when he hilted, Boony's body tensed up in surprise, as well, a shock of heated ecstasy suddenly lancing down his cock from a sudden stretch of his cumslit. That thrust had been at a slightly different angle, and this time when it hit Voodoo's vulpine feet inside the naga's womb, it didn't just bounce the trapped fox around. He could feel Voodoo's toes flex inside of his urethra as she tried to pull her legs back, but just as with the other girls, his member only clenched around her feet even tighter.

Boony awkwardly twitched his hips backward, and he could see the shape of Voodoo's legs straightening out underneath the naga's belly scales, the subtle lump of the fox's knees growing more streamlined as her lower body was tugged downward through Esmerelda's stretched cervix right above the wolf's clenching erection. A crease formed in the fine scales on the naga's forehead, Esmerelda unable to tell just what the sensations within her meant.

Boony knew, though. But it wasn't enough to make him hold back another firm, deliberate thrust. This one didn't push Voodoo back up into the naga's womb at all; it enveloped her legs inside of the wolf's erection, his urethra pulsing and throbbing up to her thighs after that single, solid lunge. He clenched and pulled back again, dragging more of the arctic fox into Esmerelda's vaginal canal, then relaxed the tension in his cock with another thrust, his phallus surging up over Voodoo's butt and hips, right to the root of her thick tail.

He kept thrusting, slower now, but it was a deliberate slowness, not at all tentative. He knew what was going to happen, but it didn't make him want to stop at all. He watched Esmerelda's lower belly, panting as he drove himself in and out of her, and tried to picture the vulpine girl getting devoured by his cock. For now, he was only holding her snug and tight within his erection, urethra clamped underneath the fox's tail and just starting to pin it up against her back as he slowly dragged his hips back and forth, Voodoo's body getting tugged along for the ride.

Boony could barely contain a bout of laugher when he noticed Esmerelda's expression. The naga was staring up at the ceiling, one eye narrowed slightly more than the other, gasping through her mouth while her hands grasped at the wolf's shoulders. To her, the top of Boony's erection had just doubled in girth, and Voodoo's upper body was now getting dragged in and out of the naga's womb, wet fur sliding constantly through Esmerelda's cervix.

Closing his eyes, the wolf slowly drew his hips back, bracing himself for a moment with only his tip spearing into Esmerelda's soft, vaginal scales. He took a deep breath, staring down at the faint outline of Voodoo's legs visible bulging the top of his shaft. Then he made his penis relax once more, feeling it loosen its hold around the fox ever so slightly, and drove himself into Esmerelda to the hilt.

The naga's body was clenching even before his lunge, and her cervix held Voodoo right where the fox was. So the next thing Boony knew, he had Voodoo in his shaft up to her armpits. Or just one armpit, rather; he could feel one of the fox's arms flexing helplessly alongside her body within his urethra. She had been pushing one hand against his crown just before that thrust, and that arm must have gotten caught and pinned with the rest of her.

He kept his eyes shut, groaning in ecstasy. He could feel every intimate part of the fox's body inside his own, her legs starting to slip past the root of his member from the knees down, her hips stretching the base of his cock and her chest making it swell in and out with her rapid breaths. He could feel her breasts against his sensitive inner walls, right behind the head of his cock where it was smushed under her free arm. They were soft and flattened almost completely, but he could still feel them there, smooth nipples grazing his inner flesh.

Groaning again, Boony gave several vigorous humps in and out of Esmerelda while his member was clamped down, pulling Voodoo along for the ride. He was one clench away from gulping the fox's face in along with the rest of her, but he held out for a few moments longer, despite panting from the effort of restraint.

Boony dragged his hips back, cock sliding wetly from its snug, reptilian embrace. This time he didn't stop, even when he had to take a step back from the sheer length of his shaft. His legs bumped into one of Esmerelda's coils, and he simply sat back against the naga's scales, his shaft plopping from her vaginal folds and swinging upward at an angle in front of him.

Voodoo's chin was lifted to keep her muzzle clear and free of his ravenous cumslit for as long as she could. She blinked her eyes open, squinting through a veil of lupine pre and reptilian vaginal juices. Dazed as she was, it took her a moment to meet the wolf's eyes. When she did, it was all he could manage to give her an apologetic smile, his arousal far too hungry to hold back any longer.

"Boon--" the arctic fox started to murmur. But then two green-scaled hands settled between her ears. It was Esmerelda who cut Voodoo off, the naga panting in her own lust and giving the fox a firm shove downward. That easily, Voodoo's face disappeared with a sloppy squelch, Esmerelda's hands very nearly getting caught along with her. The naga was just quick enough to avoid that, but not enough to escape Voodoo's free paw catching Esmerelda's wrist as it flailed about. Voodoo's paw pads were too slick, though, sliding straight down the snake girl's smooth scales until their fingers parted.

Boony drew in a deep breath and clenched hard, and Voodoo's paw slipped out of sight, the bulge of her sinking rhythmically lower. His forehead furrowed when he felt something different in his sack as she began spilling into it. The fox was filling his entire scrotum, not just one testicle. Gradually, her legs began pushing against the fuzzy pouch from the inside, stretching a single, centered chamber instead of two smaller ones. It felt...better, he decided. More balanced. No doubt another reaction to Fang's vodka potion.

If Esmerelda noticed, she had her mind too much on other things to pay much attention to the wolf's sack. "Boony," she breathed, short, scaly muzzle lowered and staring at the wolf from under her brow. "Back inside me. Please."

She didn't have to ask him twice.

Holding onto the naga by her hips, where serpent body met humanoid waist, he lined himself up and sank back into her body in a swift forward push, hilting himself once more. Voodoo was still getting steadily gulped down into his balls, but he and Esmerelda were both more invested in each other, now. He pulled back, shoved forward again hard enough to knock the naga back against the wall, and that quickly, he was back at it.

He leaned forward, closing his eyes from the bliss of it all, and planted his face against one of Esmerelda's breasts. She was grasping him at the shoulders, and pulled his upper body straight into her smooth cleavage, surrounding him in warm, supple scales.

He was close. Even as Voodoo finished spilling into his sack, he could feel the pressure within growing too much to bear. Would he wind up shooting her back out? Shouldn't he be hoping for that?

Subconsciously shaking his head, Boony found himself struggling against his impending climax, trying to hold himself back long enough to have something less solid to spurt into the naga. It was a battle of willpower, but one he thought he could win, just so long as Esmerelda didn't...

But she did. Writhing her long body across the room behind him enough to dent the plaster in the walls, she arched her back and cried out, her inner tunnel convulsing as she came. Boony gasped, paws smashing into the naga's breasts, closing over her nipples and dimpling the soft scales as his libido responded. He couldn't hold back, not with that desperate massage around his shaft. A few seconds later, his orgasm hit, too.

Wolf semen spurted powerfully into Esmerelda's womb, but nothing else. Boony could feel Voodoo lurch upward in his sack, but rather than getting shot out to freedom, she merely plugged the flow of his cum, and he arched his own back with a snarl when his climax continued with dry spasms after those first couple spurts. It almost hurt, that backed-up pressure, but whatever part of the fox's body was plugging his cock's base, his climax wasn't enough to dislodge it.

Sparks started to fire in the corners of his vision. He could feel his sack clamping down around Voodoo's shape over and over again, but his arousal seemed especially reluctant to send solid objects in any direction except down. Snarling, he bucked his hips desperately, but Voodoo stayed right where she was until his restrained orgasm subsided, then sank back within his sore testicles when his scrotum stopped clenching.

Panting, Boony pulled his hips back after another couple furtive thrusts, his shaft feeling even more sensitive than before. He leaned against Esmerelda, and she hugged her arms around him, pulling him close while she luxuriated in a breathless afterglow. She looked quite a bit more satisfied than Boony felt. He didn't begrudge her that, but he did feel like he still urgently needed something.

Grabbing onto her scaled hips, he started to grind himself forward again, pressing his crown once more against her sensitive folds, but she shied away, scooting her serpentine body to one side with a breathless gasp. "Wait, Boony. Whew. I'm...gonna need a minute or two after that."

The wolf shook his head, panting. His cock and fox-filled sack felt on fire. They needed more than that brief half-climax. So he used his hold on the naga's sides to try to pull her back into position.

When she was unable to pull herself free, she instead wrapped Boony up in her coils again, one loop around his legs, the other around his chest, with the tip of her tail rubbing soothingly over his fur. "Just a little breather," she told him again.

He shook his head, swallowing, trying to calm himself down. "Sorry," he panted. "Just... I need more..."

"And I'll be happy to give it," Esmerelda said, smiling wearily at him. "In a few minutes, anyway. Maybe half an hour..." She rubbed gingerly over her anthro half's lower belly, and Boony groaned when her arms tucked in around her breasts, smushing them together right in front of him. He shook his head. He wasn't going to be able to wait that long.

The naga did her best to help keep him calm, but the way her scaled body was rubbing and squeezing soothingly around him had the opposite effect, making him even more eager to go. Her tail tip petted slow, lazy circles over his lower chest, and he shivered when it caressed down over his belly.

"Ooh, someone's ticklish, I see," Esmerelda cooed playfully, but that wasn't it at all. Gulping, Boony glanced down, unable to see much past the green coil around his chest. His erection was jutting into view, though, out in front of him. Still breathing heavily, he gave his arms a squirming tug or two, and the naga loosened her hold around his chest enough for him to pull them free, letting him stroke his drooling shaft with one paw.

His other paw closed around the tip of her tail.

Now that he'd stopped trying to stuff himself inside of her again, Esmerelda was leaning back against the wall, her eyes closed and a content smile plastered over her scaled muzzle. She just giggled when he brought her tail tip up to his face and gave it an affectionate smooch. The naga didn't even seem to notice, at first, when he then lowered it down and angled his gluttonous shaft up to meet it. Boony wasn't thinking clearly, his libido overwhelming conscious thought. All he knew was that he needed more. His cock either needed to get inside of something warm and tight, or it needed something else to get inside of it.

So he took a single, deep breath, then let Esmerelda's lightly flicking tail tickle the crown of his cock. The instant it teased across his soaked cum slit, his shaft lurched upward, slit yawning wide and closing around the naga's tail tip with a familiar, satisfying stretch.

Boony groaned again, letting go of the tail with his paws, and Esmerelda's eyes flicked open when she felt the inside of his shaft ripple around her last few inches, gulping her tail rapidly into itself. The stretch wasn't any greater than what he'd felt already, at first, but after just a few more swallows, it rapidly grew more and more intense. The tapered shape of Esmerelda's tail made it an easy start, but her serpent half was bigger around than any of the other girls had been. The naga was even thicker than Renee and Alexis had been while going down at the same time.

"Boony?" The snake girl looked shocked, at first, but then just folded her arms across her expansive bust and lifted a scaly eyebrow at him. "Don't you think you're being just a little overambitious?" He glanced around the room, where most of her body was still sprawled, and the wolf couldn't help but think she was right.

All he could do was shrug, though, his cock rippling steadily, eagerly around the end of Esmerelda's tail. He had about three feet of it inside him, now, meaning its tip was teasing at the entrance to his balls. "Couldn't resist," he said simply, panting. He caressed over the length of serpent tail in front of him, even as his shaft gulped more of it down. Boony would have thought his member's undulations would weaken and slow once it got over the thicker parts of Esmerelda's body, but even as it was stretched beyond any limits it should have had, it continued swallowing rapidly. It looked like a pink sleeve around the scaled girth within it, each throb slurping another six inches or so down its straining length.

There was a sudden, brief stillness inside of Boony's sack. Voodoo had been squirming around like crazy, the bulges in his scrotum's fluff wriggling about constantly, but when the trapped fox felt Esmerelda's tail brush against her, she paused, and the wolf could almost feel her confusion. As tightly as his flesh was wrapped around the arctic fox, he knew exactly where the naga's tail was as it pushed deeper and deeper into his sack, spiraling first around Voodoo's face and neck, then lower, around the fox's shoulders. The way Voodoo's legs pressed out even harder against the front of Boony's balls, Esmerelda's tail must have been squeezing between the fox's chest and knees.

Boony groaned at the thought. While his phallus was swallowing her deeper and deeper, the snake girl's body was naturally coiling around the fox balled up inside of him, gradually pushing her knees down into a kneeling position inside his sack.

He wouldn't be able to get Esmerelda all the way down. Boony knew that, but it was a distant concern; his shaft kept right on swallowing, even seeming to swell a little longer, a little thicker, just to help it with its impossible task. As pent up as he was, now, his erection was more eager than ever, his balls rumbling with wet gurgles in anticipation of being filled even more.

Esmerelda stared down at his stretching balls, her eyes wide, mouth open in astonishment. She didn't look alarmed. She looked amazed. A jostle inside of his scrotum made the naga gasp, and his sack quivered another time. Esmerelda was flicking the tip of her tail as she continued to wrap her body around Voodoo's form, scaled tail sliding lower and lower over the vulpine's lithe hips and thighs, and the motion made a visible tremble in the walls of the wolf's merged testicles. All the slimy cum inside of Boony's sack must have made it hard for the naga to keep a steady hold around the fox, but as tightly as his stretched flesh was wrapped around both of them, he thought she was probably managing it. For Voodoo, the constriction had to be unbelievable.

As Voodoo's legs were forced to straighten even further, the bottom of Boony's sack settled on the floor in front of his feet. His ears stood up in surprise at that unexpected sensation, and both he and Esmerelda looked up from his balls at the same time, meeting each other's eyes.

He wasn't sure which of the two of them moved first, but in the next instant, their lips were locked, arms wrapped around each other and paws grasping at fur and scales as they kissed hungrily. Esmerelda pressed against him, breasts squishing warmly against his chest while her tongue invaded his muzzle. He pushed his own tongue right back, leaning against her in turn, and for a while it was hard to tell whether they were making out or wrestling. She was still weakened by her afterglow, however, and Boony soon took control of the situation, pressing the naga back against the wall once more. With her pinned there, the kiss became more one sided, and Esmerelda let out a feminine mewl against his lips.

His hips were moving again, making slow humping motions while his cock continued to gulp around the snake girl's body. He was getting stretched wider and wider, approaching the thickest parts of the naga's sinuous form, but somehow, the strain only felt better, more intense than ever before. His sack was stuffed between his legs and Esmerelda's scales, bulging out to the sides with the shapes of her undulating coils inside. There was no sign of Voodoo, anymore, every little bulge of the fox packed away in the center of that spreading, cum-filled chamber. The only way Boony could tell she was still in there was the occasional shift of Esmerelda's body as she instinctively squeezed around the captive vulpine.

With their faces already tilted to keep the kiss as deep as they could, it was a little awkward when the serpent girl's head swiveled slightly farther, but she couldn't help it. Her upper torso was forced to lift off the floor, pushed upward and to the side by the growing expanse of Boony's scrotum. His balls pushed against the wall in front of him, now, and he was leaning forward just to keep his feet on the ground.

The wolf's shaft was working almost mechanically, now, one tugging clench for each push of his hips, and he let his new instincts function as they would, moaning heedlessly against Esmerelda's lips. She dug her fingers into his shoulder blades, writhing both around him and inside him. Mid-kiss, never letting his lips leave hers, he traced one paw down her smooth, soft scales until he found her vaginal slit, slipping two fingers into her inner heat and curling them upward. The naga shuddered, gasping against his muzzle, and he began working his fingers in a steady rhythm to match the gulps of his own arousal. It was nothing compared to the girth of his cock, but when he added his thumb into the mix, blindly seeking and eventually finding her hooded clit, Esmerelda began matching his moans all the same.

Boony closed his eyes. Time seemed to blur in a storm of pleasure; he pulled back from the kiss more than once to catch his breath, but always pressed in again before his head could stop spinning. He didn't look down, even when his legs spread to straddle his expanding sack and his hind paws lifted off the floor. He was crouching right on top of his own balls, and he could feel Esmerelda's coils shifting inside as more of her body was swallowed down. Still he didn't open his eyes, letting his free arm roam up and down her back, caressing her curves and pressing the softness of her rounded chest against himself. She was just as amorous, clawing gently at his upper back, exploring down from time to time to cup his flexing rump as he thrusted around yet more of her.

It wasn't until her face scooted downward all of a sudden that Boony finally opened his eyes again, and that's when he realized just how much of the snake girl he'd consumed. Nothing but her human-shaped upper body was visible, his paw forced to leave her vagina a moment later when another penile gulp made his knuckles bump into the stretched head of his shaft.

Esmerelda looked as surprised as he felt, glancing down to where her hips were gradually getting tugged into him. "How..." she breathed, panting deeply. "How are you doing this, Boony?"

He shook his head. "Don't know. Mmf, Fang's potion... She really outdid herself." Esmerelda was tugged down another foot, her scaled navel disappearing. "Maybe Voodoo had something to do with it, too?" The how wasn't important, at this point. Boony's balls were filling that entire corner of the room, and were already rounded out more smoothly than they should have been, with nearly an entire naga filling them. Some of Esmerelda's coils were still visible when she squirmed, but only as shifting lumps under Boony's stretchy pelt, and every time she moved, there was an audible slosh of fluids from inside that vast chamber. His sack had started getting to work on her the moment her tail first flicked its way inside. "It doesn't hurt, does it?" he asked.

The naga shook her head. "No, it's just...really warm." She gulped, and despite her continued pleasure, when his shaft gulped around her again, her hands caught at his sides, trying to cling uncomfortably to his fur.

Taking a deep breath, the wolf gently pulled her arms away by the wrists, lowering them down next to the snake girl's waist, and the next swallow snared her hands and forearms in one go, already starting to kiss against the lower curves of her bust. The next clench squished her breasts up until her chin was nestled in her cleavage.

He flexed there, gritting his teeth with the effort of restraint. Her chest was likely the broadest part of her entire body, but he knew he would have no trouble consuming those pillowy spheres along with the rest of her, as soft and malleable as they were. "Hff. Ready to join the others, Esmerelda?" Despite the predatory nature of the question, he smiled down at her and caressed the side of her face affectionately. He knew Voodoo was gone by now. The arctic fox had been trapped inside his balls too long not to have melted down completely.

She just kept panting, and with her cheek cupped in his palm, gave him a silent, nervous nod.

Boony stopped holding himself back. His cock relaxed briefly, letting the naga sink down another few inches before the expanse of her bosom plugged its tip. Then, in one abrupt convulsion, it rippled around her and flattened her breasts to their very limits against her upper chest and around her face. She tilted her muzzle up in that last moment, and Boony was given the tantalizing view of Esmerelda staring up at him from between her breasts' upper curves an instant before his erection sealed itself over her shoulders and head.

Her outline was still clearly visible in his pink, fleshy column, and he traced it down until a straining internal stretch in the base of his cock rippled and deposited those magnificent breasts into the sack below, along, of course, with the rest of her upper body. That last short length of her shot down with a sudden lurch that sent a visible wave through Boony's gurgling genitals, his balls rippling to and fro from the momentum of that unseen splash.

Groaning, the wolf pushed himself more upright. He'd been leaning forward, practically laying on top of his erection, but now, as he shifted his legs around to straddle the base of his cock, his ears nearly touched the living room ceiling. He twisted in place, looking behind himself at the rest of the room and taking a good measure of the expanse of his churning balls. It felt like he was perched on top of a lumpy waterbed, one with a sea serpent swimming inside. He could feel Esmerelda in there, or at least what was left of her, keeping the slimy fluids constantly swirling around herself as she moved, sometimes bumping up against his backside.

With another moan, he started to stroke himself with both paws, his tail wagging behind him. He'd done it. Every girl that had been at that party was either dripping from the walls or melting down inside his nuts. And soon enough... Soon enough...

Huffing a deep breath, he leaned forward again, hugging his shaft against his chest and caressing his forearms up and down it, holding it and fondling it like a lover. The gurgles and glorps underneath him were getting louder and louder, and he gasped when a lewd, cummy belch traveled up his cock and splashed him in the face with a noisy splurt. His balls contracted that much snugger, now that they'd pressed the only air out from that churning lake. He used his legs to knead into the taut, elastic flesh, groaning again in ecstasy.

Something solid pushed firmly up underneath his ass, a lump that he could tell by feel was Esmerelda's face, along with two smaller nudges as her hands pressed against him through his scrotum. Then she sank back down, and his balls clenched with a pressurized gush of pre that never really stopped flowing, the sticky fluid dribbling down around his shaft like a leaking fountain and absolutely soaking his belly and legs.

Boony didn't feel anything else solid underneath him after that. His ballsack was an almost perfect sphere, flattened slightly and dimpled by his weight. He didn't shy away from the musky pre covering his member, still stroking his arms all around it, moving more swiftly now, eager for the peak he was fast approaching.

There was no warning when it hit. He'd felt like he was on the verge of orgasm for ages, now, his pleasure blindingly, overwhelmingly powerful. That bliss stayed at a roaring inferno until, at last, an extra heat coursed up his shaft, not only through his urethra, but felt as a wave of ecstasy through the meaty flesh itself.

His voluminous balls tightened, and his erection clenched in the opposite direction from its earlier gulps. Boony had just enough time to angle the tip away from him before a geyser of cum rocketed out from it, cannoning into the corner where ceiling met wall. His semen splashed and cascaded down, and there were chunks of something solid oozing downward over the walls, as well, caught in the flood of that initial blast. He didn't know what the solid chunks could be, at first, and for a moment felt a morbid twist in his stomach, but when he watched the next convulsion erupt from his tip before the first could fully end, he saw what was actually happening. His orgasm was knocking the plaster from the walls and ceiling. Large flakes of it were filling the cum waterfall in front of him.

Mind blanking, the wolf leaned back, and his flexing cock fired rope after devastating rope up against the ceiling, the stripes not just painting the surface, but drilling into it. As cum and plaster rained down on top of him, the shapes of solid ceiling beams became visible between gushes, slathered completely in wolf sperm.

Boony shielded his eyes with a forearm, his other paw planted on the upper edge of his erection to try to keep it from slamming into his torso with each convulsion. It was a vain effort; his own arousal was bludgeoning him backward, until he was lying back against his contracting balls and his climax was blasting the walls behind him, every bit as powerful as before. The living room's flat-screen TV crashed back against the wall behind it, the screen shattered and instantly covered in off-white slime. A painting on the wall beside it had a hole punched through it with the next gush, and would have been sent flying if it hadn't been immediately glued off-kilter to the wall, only able to slump toward the floor as the cum covering it drooled downward.

Incredulous, disbelieving, and helpless, Boony started laughing between heated moans. What else could he do? If not for the attic above, he'd have been able to see sunlight through the holes he'd punched in the ceiling. He could feel the pool of semen rising around his balls, inch by slow inch, this second orgasm rapidly overshadowing the relative puddle he'd already filled the room with. And his balls were still so, so full...

A large wad of semen drooled down from the damaged ceiling and splattered onto his nose and into his open mouth, his quaking arousal adding to the mess non-stop. His laughter cut off, Boony swallowed without a thought, and he could almost taste Esmerelda's flavor in the musk of his cum. Moaning, the wolf took his throbbing erection in his paws and started stroking again, helping his orgasm along.

Ever so slowly, Boony was sinking downward, his sack contracting tighter and tighter with each pressurized gush. Eventually he began rolling backward, as well, his weight unbalancing him, and he had to let go of his fleshy cannon to brace his arms behind himself as the slow roll turned into a sudden fall.

Lupine cum caught him before he hit the floor, more than half a foot deep, softening his landing with a splash and a slow, lethargic ripple out to the sides. Boony's legs stuck up in a wide "V" above him, helping to keep his scrotum from rolling right on top of him. Spluttering, he propped himself up with his elbows. Trying to wipe the cum covering his eyes didn't help; it was all over his paws, too. So once he snorted semen from his nostrils and could breathe clearly again, he just lounged back and groaned as his climax continued on and on, each geyser every bit as powerful as the very first.

As his balls gradually shrank, he was able to push himself up a little more upright, which was fortunate, since the cum filling the living room was getting steadily deeper. He wasn't sure how long it took, but his orgasm did eventually start to weaken, the fountains of wolf seed only gushing up a few feet and not quite reaching the ceiling. By that time, he was sitting almost all the way up, and still bathing in a cum pond as deep as his shoulders.

Now straddling a sack as big as a pair of overfilled beach balls, Boony started rubbing his drenched palm up and down the side of his throbbing spire, letting these last fountains splatter down directly on top of him. The wolf's eyes were still glued shut, but he panted open-mouthed, the flavor of his cum overwhelming, the smell of it almost drowning him.

He still couldn't believe he'd melted down all of Esmerelda, to say nothing of Voodoo and the others. All those girls, and nothing left of any one of them except a flood of lupine semen, sloshing thickly and gradually cooling all around him.

Boony reached forward, fondling at the side of one of his sensitive testicles, and ducked his muzzle down, opening wide and sealing his cock's tip between his lips. The next couple gushes were still too much to swallow, and more splattered down under his snout as he gulped as much of it as he could, tasting those last traces of the naga girl's flavor. He had to pull back, though, as a slow-motion wave through the cum submerged the front of his nose. The only parts of him above that pearly, off-white surface were his head and his spurting glans.

He pushed himself wearily to his knees, angling his shaft forward and blinking cum out of his eyes as much as he could. The slimy ropes escaping him shot in curved arcs through the air now, instead of straight, pressurized blasts, and he watched them splash against the wall in front of him, no longer scouring off the plaster. He groaned again. That's where Esmerelda had been just a few minutes ago, the spot he was painting on the wall the same place he'd pushed her against while fucking her silly. The thought triggered a few rapid, stronger jets, and his cock held a constant, steady clench at the end of the last of those.

When it eventually relaxed, his orgasm was over. More semen drooled steadily from his tip, nonetheless, his member, finally beginning to soften, too exhausted now to prevent that constant, oozing dribble from escaping. In the sudden quiet, the messy drips and splats of wolf cum falling from the ceiling sounded obscenely loud. He wondered if he'd gained an audience outside. At some point or another stray blasts of cum had shattered two of the living room's windows and landed on the house's driveway.

Laughing deliriously, Boony got to his feet, his balls still nearly perfect spheres that wobbled in front of his knees. It was time to get himself home. He didn't even think to look for his clothes in that mess.

This hadn't been the first time he'd played Truth or Dare with Fang and her friends. But this time, he was pretty damned sure he'd won.