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Amorous Effects of a Giant Foxtaur

Anyone who had never visited the compound before realized quickly why it was considered such a hassle to travel there. While some would drive, many flew to the nearest city and from there it was still a ways for travel by rental or by shuttle, though the complex did have a very efficient bus system. Nevertheless, it was still an hour and a half from the nearest city and the location was heavily isolated, requiring traveling over numerous mountains and hills. Even when the compound was seen from a distance, a barrier was erected to prevent anyone from getting too close outside the complex and an underground tunnel was required to be traversed. Rumors had surfaced about the reasoning for such implementations, but many didn't believe it. A few stragglers would manage to breach the security zone, but a very diligent security team would always pick them up before they got close enough to confirm the rumors. Such work and such ostensive paranoia brought about fears that their trip would be in vain, like a trip to the zoo and not getting to see the lions. But as had been repeated many times before by almost everyone who works at the complex, this is not some zoo specimen.

The complex was surrounded by walls a couple-hundred feet high and heavily reinforced, but still not tall enough to block off view of the sole inhabitant. The underground tunnel led to a covered parking lot and entrance where people were coming and going at a bustling rate. The entrance led to a series of underground tram systems that traveled to the various tourist spots of the different facilities used by the creature in the complex. Though essentially almost anyone could visit any of the tourist areas, it was impossible to visit all of them in one day given the creature's schedule. For that reason, many would plan their trip for multiple days in order to witness everything this wonder had to offer.

There was also limited room and so each tourist spot would have a maximum capacity, and is first come first serve. On this day, however, there was one tourist spot that was not often occupied due to the infrequency with which the creature was seen using the facility. However, like clockwork, today would see such use and despite the nature of the facility it was still a wonder to behold. So a large group of tourists: canids, felines, horses, pachyderms, rabbits, all kinds of anthropomorphic species crowded into a large observation deck, big enough to fit at least 600 people, with thick, reinforced glass panes on all sides. The deck rested on top of a hill that stood roughly 200 feet higher than the rest of the complex and overlooked two large nearby man-made reservoirs. Nearby were two other observation decks with a more obscured view, but would still provide a decent perspective for the upcoming spectacle.

As the visitors packed into the decks to almost full capacity, each deck had a tour guide enter towards the front in a mildly depressed section in the floor. In the largest deck, he was a tall, breton horse in a standard tour guide uniform.

"Alright, guys, how y'all doin' today?" As expected, only a handful of people actually responded to the guide's question, either out of apathy or nervousness or excitement to what they were about to witness. "Good. Now, I wan-"

Before he even got the chance to begin his normal, scripted speech, a large steel panel covering the top of each reservoir creaked and moaned and soon they were sliding off to the side, revealing the large, metal interior of the collection tanks. The guide just chuckled and shrugged.

"Well, I guess they just received word that he's coming a little earlier than normal, but that's alright. I guess I'll have to keep this short. Uh, welcome everyone. I assume that since you're here you know what's gonna happen here and you should know that while it is quite a sight to see, it can be quite gross. So it's completely understandable if you get uncomfortable watching this. I've seen people start to feel sick and have to turn away or even leave the room just from looking at it. But most people just can't pass up the opportunity to find out what it's like to see such a large creature, to keep things clean... go to the bathroom."

A few smiles and chuckles came from the captive audience who stopped packing the observation deck and stood in nervous anticipation for the main event. There were very few children present and those that were hung closely to their parents. The lid for the collection tanks stopped moving, leaving the reservoirs completely uncovered.

"Excuse me," came the voice of an older female ocelot near the front. "I have a question." The guide nodded in her direction with a smile. "Why is this observation area so far away from the main tourist area? The other areas are so close together, but this one is so much further away. Why is that?"

"That's true, and... well, because this spot was built to observe his business, it had to be isolated with the collection reservoirs which are basically the big guy's toilet. And some people forget that this isn't just some mindless animal that'll go wherever it wants. He is an alien and is actually rather intelligent and civilized and he didn't want the place he eats and meets with the guests near where he deposits his waste anymore than we did. Not to mention, he only goes once every four days, so this place isn't heavily occupied very often."

*thud*

The ocelot lady nodded along in understanding as another guest, a younger husky, sounded his own query. "Is that why those tanks have covers over them?"

*Thud*

The guide nodded. "Yes. Actually, he requested it. When he realized they would be building new collection tanks for his waste, he asked them to put on something to cover it to try and cover up the smell, which they were happy to oblige."

*THUD*

The collective audience soon notice the ground shaking, the vibrations causing the glass of the observation deck to reverberate. A very slow and rhythmic thudding of the Earth began to grow louder and louder in intensity and a mixture of emotions was seen through the menagerie of faces, some looking surprised, others smiling with excitement.

The horse guide smiled and held out a hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, my I present... Valio, the foxtaur."

Everyone stood in silence and gaped in awe as the singular purpose of the complex came into view. Off in the distance the macro foxtaur approached the waste-collection chambers with relative speed. From ground to temple, he stood just over a thousand feet tall and his ears added an extra seventy feet. His entire body was thick with muscle and fur of comparative girth for his size, but still undulated like water waves in the breeze. His feet paws were a few stories tall on their own and each step made the ground quake. His lower body was typical feral fox, but from his lower chest sprang the torso of an anthro fox with abdominals, pectorals, and a set of anthro arms. His arms remained at his side, his tail waved back and forth as he walked and between his legs hung a sheath of monstrous proportions. It seemed excessively large, even for a being of his size, and below that hung a pair of equally disproportionately large testicles wrapped in white fur. Most people had a tendency to stare at the mesmerizing male package, but few were brave enough to admit it, fewer would admit the effect the sight was having on their own arousal. His moves were sluggish from an observation standpoint compared to normal anthros, but even at a brisk pace he could still outrun the average land vehicle.

As he got closer, the children in the audience became frightened by his massive size, hugging their parents who had to assure them of their safety. But even for the adults, their nerves rose with every step the lumbering alien canid took and their hearts were beating furiously in their chest. He was almost there and a mixture of anxious wonderment and enthralling exhilaration overcame every set of eyes peering out towards the monumental creature.

Even standing 200 feet over the ground level, the tourists still didn't even reach up to the macro's lower chest. He was several hundred feet away having walked up to the reservoirs and they still got one hell of a shot of his massive sheath, the penile tip jutting out from the immense opening. Everyone watched, mouths agape, as the creature leaned over the more distant of the chambers and sniffed at it. His nose was so loud that his sniffing was audible to everyone in the observation deck, making some of the tourists smile. After a few sniffs, he pulled his head back and turned his side towards the chamber, facing the guests. He positioned himself right next to the tanks and slowly lifted up his right leg, leaning over the edge as he pointed his sheath towards the tub. Everyone watched, stomachs feeling tight and aflutter as they waited through stifled breaths for the moment they came to see.

As the taur leaned his head back, a cascade of dark yellow foxtaur urine flowed from his penis like a waterfall into the collection chamber. A loud bang was heard as the piss connected with the metal and continued as it battered away. Everyone made their exclamations to the sight of a waterfall of piss being shot out of a macro's dick, from the typical 'ah's' of some to the colloquial 'Oh my God's' and 'Damn's!' of others. Many were smiling, others were chuckling, finding humor at the fact that a living creature could produce such an exorbitant amount of pee. There was splash back with large droplets splattering quite a distance away, but the tourists were too far away for the urine to splatter onto the observation windows.

This went on for a solid 2 and a half minutes, steam rising from the lake of urine that was forming in the reservoir. Eventually... finally, the flow of taur piss slowed until the creature flexed his sheath, causing it to bob a little and tossing a few thick streams into the next chamber and the last of his urine had been expelled. Several women had their paws over their chests, in disbelief they allowed themselves to watch such an act.

Valio squeezed out a few more streams and lowered his leg, moving aside from the chambers. Once he was finished, the lid to the chamber slowly slid back into place. A few tourists noticed they could see the rim of the pool of piss that lingered in the reservoir, nearly filling it to the brim. As the lid closed, the taur sighed with relief and stared down at the observation deck. The horse guide, noting this, waved to the large creature.

"Wave hello, everyone."

Some were comfortable enough doing it, having done it before, while others were still new to the experience and waved only after a moment of frightened hesitation. In response, Valio smiled down amicably at the minute anthros and waved back. Everyone felt their hearts lighten as they witnessed the friendly nature of the giant creature.

The moment left quickly though as the taur seemed to be reminded what needed to be done. He turned around, stepping in front of the closer container, causing quakes so harsh that several people bent down onto the floor or hugged the walls to keep from falling over. He turned around with his butt facing the reservoir and though everyone was anxious before waiting for him to urinate, they were on pins and needles as they waited to see if they could bear the sight of him loosing a massive load of manure.

He lifted up his tail and backed up, pressing his calves against the tank and bending his knees, pointing his ass downward. Everyone saw the giant donut-shaped anus jutting out from the creature's backside, though some got a better look than others. It seemed to them a person could fit comfortably in one of the taur's sphincter wrinkles. They waited, watching, anxious to see a macro take a dump, and as Valio closed his eyes and clenched his muscles, they heard a loud explosion of gas that reverberated as he released a deafening fart, a light cloud of brown, gaseous vapors emanating from his back end. The entire audience erupted in laughter as he continued to pass gas, his flatulence causing the room to shake. Before long, though, they saw his tailhole open up so wide you could drive two semi trucks through stacked one on top of the other as a large, brown, literal log of shit seeped slowly of his rectum.

The guests' reactions varied, but in general displayed a more obvious tone of disgust towards the brown loaf, but were still mesmerized by the sheer size. Many laughed, others cried 'Eww', a few did as the guide suggested and turned away as more and more of the fecal matter was squeezed out. But most of the people kept their gaze as they saw Valio clench and relax as tons of taur shit was discharged. The first fragment broke off and fell into the chamber with a loud thud as the taur continued to push, the length of his feces running the length of his entire large intestine. Eventually, clouds of steam were seen floating upwards from the chamber and several guests took note of it.

One person near the front, a jaguar, turned to his friend and asked in a hushed tone, "What do you suppose that smells like?"

While the two shared a laugh, the horse guide overheard and decided to answer his question. "It's funny you should ask that because when they first found him, they discovered something very unfortunate about Valio's dung; it's actually deadly to breathe." Everyone in the audience reacted with a shocked and horrified expression. "I'm sure some of you noticed that when he farted, you could see a thick cloud coming out the back of him. That's how strong the smell is. That cloud of gas is strong enough to wilt trees and actually poison the water supply. The smell alone is strong enough to kill and a lot of people died when they first met him. This was part of the reason they needed to isolate him from the rest of the world and part of the reason people aren't allowed to get too close to him."

The jaguar and his friend gave a surprised nod and continued to watch Valio finish his business.

Valio had defecated nearly 400 feet of foul, steamy excrement before he pinched off the last of his waste, leaving a gaping hole in his rump. He clenched and unclenched his anus a few times before standing up straight again and lowering his tail, covering the sight of amusement for the day's onlookers. Unlike the visitors, however, one of the compound workers got a much better view of the taur's exhaust pipe while it was expelling his undigested nutrients. In a large booth on the opposite end of the reservoir was an arctic wolf who controlled the mechanisms for covering and uncovering the chambers as well as the distribution of the waste for sample collection. The booth was not reinforced like the observation deck, so he wore a protective suit and a mask to protect him from the toxic fumes of his putrid urine and feces, as well as the potent musk emanating from his hind quarters.

He watched as Valio lowered his tail, covering his shame and slowly walking away from the waste collection center, his signal to close the lid to cover the macro dump. All workers at the sight had been told vehemently not to assume the taur was finished with his business just because the urine or feces stop flowing. Often times, it can take a minute or longer before he expelled even more and closing the lids too early meant a potentially long and arduous clean-up process. Their signal was to watch for the creature to lower his leg or his tail and step away from the chamber, indicating the completion of his business.

Once the lid was closed, the worker switched on the transmitter for his headset. "Preparing the foxtaur's dung for compression."

Radio chatter from the worker's superior came over the wolf's headset as he pressed a few buttons, locking the lid in place. Below in the closed chamber, a compressor from the back began moving, pressing the fresh shit together up against the walls. Nearby filters allowed air to be expelled and fecal matter to be circulated back into a separate, smaller collection chamber. A vent near the exterior of the chamber released the toxic fumes of the chamber out to be diffused into the open atmosphere. Once the pressure reached a certain point, the worker shut off the compressor.

"Doors are sealed and matter is compressed. Foxtaur's waste is now ready for collection and distribution." He shut off the transmitter and sat back, awaiting instructions as the shaking of the ground lessened more and more, his eyes fixated on the macro foxtaur's backside as he walked away, his round rump flexing with each step.

******

"Seriously, every day?" asked a young, thin female gazelle.

"Obsolutely," responded a female tigress in a tour guide uniform. "Valio's semen is unlike anything found here on Earth. Everything about him has proven resourceful, but his semen has shown probably the most promise, which is why we collect samples from him every day. It's loaded with proteins, sugars, fats, steroids, and a host of other chemicals that our researchers have found a use for. In addition, the seminal fluid is composed of two very unique components, one that acts as an adhesive, making it stick together very well, and the other that has the opposite effect, making it extremely slick and slippery. Components of his semen has been used in various applications as a cohesive agent and as a quality industrial lubricant and has even shown to be safe for personal use." The last revelation garnered looks of interest from a few people, smiles from some, offput expressions from others.

"I know some of you are probably wondering why and how we could use foxtaur semen as a lubricant. But just like with industrial use, it's basically just a substitute for lubricating oil. The component that makes it so slippery is processed and purified to a safe, natural level. It's not for everybody, but I've heard it works very well for those who've tried it."

*thud* *Thud* *THUD*

The tigress guide turned away from the audience as Valio made his way over from the last facility. She stood in front of a similarly large audience in an identical observation room surrounded by reinforced glass, but at ground level looking up. The facility wasn't situated openly like the last one, but was instead covered by tall, concrete walls to shield the view from anywhere else in the compound. Given the sensitive nature of the facility's purpose, the planners wanted to keep the area private from visiting children and disinclined adults. The guests watched with hearts pumping wildly as the daunting macro approached, his stride slow, but an eagerness seen in his face. Everyone watched as he approached the next collection facility, the audience once again a few hundred feet away, but still daunted by the enormous living skyscraper.

This time, instead of a reservoir, he approached a large, cylindrical tube, the outside metal with many layers and moving parts. The inside was lined with a thick, padded membrane and coated with a thick layer of the taur's semen, unpurified. The end was pointing upward towards Valio at just above waist level and the tube was pointing downward at an angle, supported by pillars and struts with moving parts to allow flexibility and prevent breaking. The inner sanctum of the chamber leads into a large, transparent vat with various tubes leading outward to where the fluid can be collected. Behind it was a large stand about 100 feet high with a protrusion that looked like a giant cannon facing towards the opening of the collection tube, but its real purpose was unknown to the general audience as of yet.

Valio approached it, stepping over the cannon-like structure, and leaned forward, bringing his muzzle next to the entrance of the tube. His sheath was already looking thick and engorged, but his cock was so big that even the researchers there couldn't always tell when he was getting hard. He began sniffing the tube, the audible sound generating smiles from the observing guests. He whiffed at the scent of his unpurified ejaculate coating the inner chamber, the pheromones contained within causing a warming sensation in his nether region. He sniffed several more times, allowing himself to become aroused by the lusty odor of his own musk. He continued to sniff, stepping forward and bending his body over so he could reach between his legs with his paw and begin rubbing his sheath.

Everyone's eyes were transfixed on the foxtaur as he showed no hesitation or shame to molest himself in front of thousands of people. His sheath grew and his cock poked out of its hiding place, slowly sliding out and giving Valio something new to rub and fondle. He began to trill as his cock continued to grow, the pheromones taking effect on him as he approached full arousal, the large meat between his legs slumping out and hanging down between his legs almost hitting the ground. Of interest to most people was the fact that it wasn't fox-shaped, but looked more like the penis of a horse. Comparatively, had they seen this cock on an equine, it would still be quite an endowment as it would probably be 16 feet long and a third of a foot thick. On a macro, though, they measured it out to around 220 feet long and nearly 15 feet thick. The urethra alone could, and has, fit a large anthro inside of it, something the audience had not yet been made aware of. After rubbing himself a while, he brought his paw up to his nose and inhaled deeply the strong smell of his musky cock and trilled loudly at the erotic scent.

"What he's doing right now, as you may notice, is going into heat," the tigress explained to a dazed and mesmerized group of tourists. "Being the only member of his kind here on our planet, he has to rely on his own scent to get aroused, but his species produces very strong pheromones of a very complex nature that, when inhaled in strong concentrations, will produce a short-lived heat in the males, but according to him not the females, that primes them for sexual activity. His genitals are rich in strong pheromones, which is why he's rubbing his paw all over them and sniffing them like that, but nowhere is he more rich in pheromones than his semen. So we've covered the inner chamber of the collection tube with a layer of his ejaculate and that's what he's sniffing and that's the main source of his heat."

Most of the audience was too engrossed in the enormous dong that could flatten them to pay attention to their guide, but a few gentlemen off to the side were listening intently. "So, does that mean the rumors are true?" asked a short white rabbit.

The tigress turned her attention to the lagomorph with an assuming smile. "What rumors?"

The rabbit grinned nervously as the question got a lot of attention from other guests. "That, you know, simply being near the taur is enough to... uh... get off."

All eyes darted back to the guide, some looking on in suspense having heard such a rumor only now for the first time. The guide smiled and stalled for a moment and then nodded. "Yes, it's true." A series of gasps and a few 'whoas' here and there filled the room. "It's all right, we're all adults here. We all knew what we were coming here to see, I don't see the harm in explaining this aspect of him. It's just the nature of his body. When they first discovered him, they learned real quick not to go near him without protection. His entire body produces loads of the most complex pheromones ever discovered and when they get into an anthro's bloodstream, they hit an immediate heat and "suffer" from spontaneous and persistent orgasms. And they don't just have to be inhaled, they can be absorbed through the skin, which is why you'll see many workers here wearing protective suits as well as protective masks."

The rabbit and his friends, one of whom was a tall Clydesdale horse, let out a shocked and impressed chuckle. "Damn! So people have actually died from simply... smelling the big guy?"

"As far as I know, no one has died, but countless people were hospitalized after their first encounter with him. That's why no one is allowed near him without safety gear. His pheromones are so powerful and a counter-agent hasn't been developed for most of them save for one source: his saliva."

A rather loud moan and a series of loud, rumbling grunts brought the tour group back to the foxtaur. The taur moved forward, hovering over the collection tube as he positioned his cock near the entrance with two loud thuds as his feet connected with the ground. Pre-ejaculate leaked out of the tip and a long stream, more than enough for an anthro to bathe in, fell to the ground, collapsing in a large, audible splat. He flexed his cock a few times before he began bucking his hips, swinging his gigantic phallus up and down in an attempt to connect with the entrance to the collection chamber. His member flopped around with each swing, the size causing gusts of wind and with a whoosh they shook the glass of the observation deck. Eventually, he made contact and his cock found the tight, anthro-made makeshift cock sleeve that would serve as the taur's fuck hole.

Slowly, he pushed forward and with a little effort, he inserted the head of his horse-like dick past the outer rim. He continued to shove his meat inside, the inner padding expanding outward and the outer metal casing separating and making room for the giant cock. As he slid his penis inside, his paws clenched and his claws dug into the ground and he moaned a deafening roar of pleasure that shook the land. People watched with nervous excitement, some were growing abashedly hard in their pants as they watched the thousand foot macro get itself off. He moaned as he squeezed the entire length of his member into the chamber, the glans pressing against a moving membrane near the opposite end with a large hole in the middle.

As he shoved his cock into the artificial tailhole, the large cannon-like structure began to whir mechanically as it came to life. It soon lifted itself up, lights flashing and an alarm buzzing as it rose upwards, higher and higher, slowly as it approached the same height as Valio's anus which stood a good 400 feet in the air. At this point, the audience was starting to realize the purpose of the contraption. Those visitors who were already getting hard felt a twitch in their pants as their arousals grew harder while a few began to join in on the sensual sight. Once it reached the proper height, it began to creep forward, the sound of mechanical parts moving and the alarm continuing to blare as it moved forward towards the taur's sensitive back entrance. Valio got into position, spreading his legs and lifting his tail up, exposing his huge, wrinkled donut. The probe itself was massive, roughly as thick as the taur's own dick, but it was lined with countless metal electrodes that encircled the end.

Valio turned and watched from behind as the probe moved closer and closer, a smile creeping onto his face, soft moans and trills of lust and excitement. The audience watched as the probe made contact, pushing forward against the anal seal, but Valio offered little resistance and relaxed his tailhole, allowing the probe to penetrate his sphincter. He let out an aroused whimper as the probe disappeared into the depths of his bowels, sure to find the macro's enormous prostate. It stopped moving and the audience members who found "unnatural" excitement from this were almost fully hard, but embarrassment and humility kept their paws from wandering to their crotches, despite a growing urge.

His cock firmly encapsulated and his ass deeply plugged, everyone watched for a few minutes as they waited for the show to commence. A large platform had been constructed for Valio to lean on while he endured the next step of the very pleasurable and physically draining collection process. Eventually, the electrostimulator came to life, cycling through its revolutions to activity, growing faster and higher in magnitude. It grew and grew until a series of lights along the shaft lit up and then with an electric discharge it activated, stimulating the taur's sensitive prostate. Valio released a blissful moan of lust as his ass was bombarding with electrically stimulating jolts of energy. At the same time, the collection chamber began to produce an undulating motion, beginning from the base of the shaft and moving down towards the head. The tourists watched as the macro was sexually stimulated and was not shy to display the effects it was having on him. He stomped his feet around, twitched his tail, grunted and moaned, gritting his teeth and clamping his eyes shut, just to open them again wide-eyed as he thrust his head back in pure sensual pleasure.

He began to drool, pools of saliva leaking out of his gaping, cavernous maw and sliding down along his cheek or down his chin. He breathed heavy and lowered his muzzle, a mouthful of sticky, macro mucus cascading down from his open maw to the ground below, soaking it as it splattered around, forming sticky puddles. The undulations of the chamber, though seemingly slow, were still quite fast and efficient for the horny macro and they built up speed as time went on, further coaxing out the taur's oncoming earth-shattering climax. The probe released a constant surge of electrical stimulation to the macro's prostate, the sheer amount of energy required to keep the taur's arousal growing preventing the workers from lowering the voltage.

The audience members were growing antsy by the seductive performance of the macro foxtaur, some of whom were getting far too much enjoyment from the show. A few brave members, however, were far too restless to simply observe the show and ignore the lustful itch brewing in their loins. Hoping no one would notice, a few men reached down to their crotches and began fondling the hard member trapped under the fabric of their clothes while a few women rubbed along the entrapped clitoris. In the absence of privacy, their desire for stealth would go unsatisfied and a few glances from people here and there caught the self-pleasuring onlookers red-handed, so to speak. However, no one bothered saying anything and simply continued on observing the wondrous sight before them.

Valio was soon panting hard, slobbering a new small lake on the ground as he grunted erotically, both machines on his cock and in his ass working him quickly to orgasm. His grunting intensified, his tongue lolled out of his mouth, and his feet were restless as they moved around unable to resist the growing tension in his groin. At the base of his shaft, the chamber was extending out even further and the visitors could spot the growing, bulbous inflation of a canid knot forming. He grit his teeth and arched his tail along his back as he came close to his impending climax, his massive knot causing the chamber to creak as it was stretched to its limits. Valio opened his mouth and his eyes gaped open as the pressure from the push back of the chamber must've put some immense strain on his knot, causing an insane degree of sexual pleasure. Whether that was the final push or not, Valio soon tensed up every muscle in his body for all to witness, spread his fingers and paw digits as they stiffened up, arched his back, threw back his head, and released a thunderous cry of orgasmic bliss that shook the entire facility.

Many anthros covered their ears at the deafening call as the tigress guide turned to face the audience. "Here comes the money shot."

All anthro eyes were fixed on the chamber exit, the sounds of mechanical and electrical humming drowned out by the macro's wailing. As they watched and waited, eventually his giant cock spasming and through the hole in the center a torrential cascade of macro foxtaur ejaculate exploded forth with the speed and force of a bullet from a gun and flooded the floor of the semen collection vat. The audience reaction varied like it did from the waste collection facility, but with more awe and less disgust. It was incredibly thick and murky, milky white with large chunks of coagulated foxtaur sperm, gooey like slime and yet as it connected with the vat it splashed around like water and barely clung to the glass walls, leaving only a thin, faint seminal film that slowly oozed down the walls and collected with the rest. As Valio continued to pant and moan and cry and whimper in sexual euphoria, he shot another huge load to add to the first one, the lower portion of the vat now looking like a giant hot tub of macro foxtaur cum. Another shot filled it up more and each time he ejaculated, a loud thud and a splash of colliding loads resonated through the chamber. The people watched with envy and adoration at the extraordinary sight with those brave enough to fondle themselves still holding their crotches. Valio's panting slowed and his moaning quieted down, his muscles relaxed as did his paws as he continued to shoot out wave after wave of his thick, clumpy jizz. The collection chamber slowed its undulations until they came to a complete stop, allowing the macro to finish releasing his product naturally. The electrostimulator probe shut down, no more voltage being delivered to Valio's prostate, as the resonating electrical whir began to dissipate. The taur continued to lease his semen as a couple dozen cum shots spewed forth from his cockhead into the chamber below. As the visitors watched the last of his creamy, macro male milk seep out of his glans, the transparent vat, dozens of feet high, was now nearly full to the brim. One last sample to be expelled from his urethra leaked out and dribbled down the edge of the chamber, ending the macro's daily sexual release.

Valio stood still, keeping his spent dick lodged in the chamber and the probe remained stuffed inside his giant rectum. While he enjoyed the high of his monstrous orgasm, a new sound came from the vat containing his latest sample. The tigress turned towards the audience, several paws were removed from crotches and countless eyes were on her, though some continued to ogle the giant whose knot kept him locked to the tube.

"Now that the sample has been collected, they refrigerate it to keep it fresh," announced the guide. "After it's been separated and fractioned, some samples will be frozen for research while others will be sent to our processing facility where the various contents will be purified and prepped for distribution."

As the tour guide continued, the foxtaur came down from his high and turned to stare at the audience in the deck below. Several tourists took note of his stare and gazed back at him with wonderment. He grew a huge, cordial grin which at first seemed friendly enough until it turned into a more seductive and suggestive smile. Some tourists seemed a little nervous and bothered while others merely tried to hide their uncontrollable erections. Valio then moaned and grunted as the probe pulled out of his anus, detracting slowly and removing it from his bowels, leaving his tailhole to gape for a moment before it closed tightly. As it did, Valio turned and looked back at the probe with a sad, disappointed expression and the tourists noticed it.

"Wow!" exclaimed the rabbit from before. "Looks like he actually misses the probe."

"Yeah, he loves that probe and he is not shy about showing it."

"Does it ever break down?" asked another nearby tourist.

"Oh yeah. Every once in a while and let me tell you he is not happy about it."

"Does he get angry? 'Cause when he hit his peak, he roared and that was really something. I can only imagine what he's like when he's angry."

"Well actually, he never gets angry. That roar you heard when he peaked, that's about the most threatening you'll ever see from him. No, when the probe breaks down, he just constantly, and I mean constantly, bugs the workers about it, asking them when their going to finish repairing it. It's actually kinda funny." The audience chuckled and the tigress began to move back towards the exit. "Alright, well, that's the end of the show. I'm sure everyone enjoyed it. He'll be here for a little while until his knot de-swells and then he'll be off to get something to eat."

While the majority of the visitors left with the guide, numerous others stayed behind to continue to stare and admire the giant stuck to the macro cock-holster. Some were fixated on the giant container of foxtaur spunk while others were staring at various parts of the taur's body: his legs, his feet, his upper torso, his face as he continued to catch his breath, or especially his crotch. Some people simply found the sight something to marvel at while others found it titillating and sensually stimulating, though few would openly admit it, at least at the compound.

******

The rabbit peered into the restroom, surveying the area for other anthros, dipping his head and gazing under the toilet stalls for anyone that might overhear their intended activities. Upon seeing no one, the white-furred lagomorph stepped into the mensroom.

"Alright, no one here. Come on," he said to an unseen companion still outside the bathroom.

The rabbit was sporting a full erection under a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants as he rushed in, his arousal from the foxtaur's performance obvious and robust. Behind him, stepping into the doorframe, stood his Clydesdale friend who witnessed the same performance just moments before. He stood a good foot and a half taller than the bunny and sported an even more impressive display under a pair of khaki slacks.

"Oh man, I haven't done this in a while," he said excitedly, rushing in after his rabbit friend. "I never thought seeing a giant feral/anthro-fox mix getting milked while having his ass rammed could be such a fucking turn on."

The rabbit led him to the stall farthest from the entrance, a large wheelchair sign on the front indicating both its handicap accessibility and its spacious interior. He opened the door and stepped in with his equine friend following him in after, shutting the door and latching it shut.

"Yeah, tell me about it," the rabbit responded. "I don't think I've ever wished this much to be a large piece of mechanical equipment."

"The cum collector?" the horse asked expectingly.

"Or the electro-probe." The horse looked at his friend in sarcastic disbelief. "Hey, I wouldn't mind having that giant ass squeezing tight around me while I stimulate him." The last few words came out in a seductive and flirtatious tone.

His friend giggled. "Man, I am so fuckin' horny right now. Let's hurry while the experience is still fresh in my mind." The horse started to undress before the rabbit stopped him.

"Wait, hold on." The horse stopped as he watched his lagomorph friend reach into his front pocket and pull out a small pouch and from within the pouch he pulled out a small glass vial with a murky, creamy, chunky, highly viscous fluid inside.

"Holy shit, man! You got some?"

"Yeah, and it wasn't cheap, so if you want to get in on this, you owe me man."

"Heh, come on man. It's just cum. You really gonna be so selfish?"

"Hey, it's foxtaur cum, alright? You can't exactly find this stuff at your local pharmacy. This is black market shit. And the guy who sold it to me said he was risking a lot just selling it."

The horse scoffed and shook his head. "Alright, fine, but this shit better be worth it."

The rabbit unscrewed the lids and removed it from the top, revealing an eyedropper and a highly gooey, stringy, connective liquid inside. "The guy who sold this to me said to dissolve one drop into half a cup of sugar water to lessen the taste. He said it shouldn't dull the effectiveness of the pheromones."

"Lessen the taste? It's cum. Why would you want to lessen the taste?"

The rabbit took a sniff of the macro ejaculate and he immediately recoiled, his face contorting into one of pure disgust. "Ugh, it smells like stale elephant seal piss."

The horse chuckled and sniffed it himself, cringing with disdain for the excessively musky odor as well. "Oh man, you weren't kidding. Ugh, I'm starting to have second thoughts about this."

The rabbit eyed the vial with hesitation, reconsidering the thought of putting such foul-smelling liquid in his mouth. He'd heard about the effects of the macro's cum when ingested, but after getting a sample sniff, such effects seemed to come at a cost. Sighing outwardly, he dunked the eyedropper back into the vial, picking up a small amount and lifting it out again. A string of sticky ejaculate remained connected to the rest of the inner contents for a moment before quickly sliding off, leaving only what remained within the eyedropper.

"Well... down the hatch," the rabbit stated apprehensively. He brought the eyedropper over his tongue and pushed out a single drop from the end, allowing it to connect with his tongue. He closed his mouth and replaced the eyedropper and cap, handing it over to his equine friend and allowing the semen to dissolve in his mouth. The various proteins, carbs, lipids, miniscule sperm cells, and of course concentrated complex pheromones mixed together with the bunny's spit, spreading throughout his mouth and affecting his taste buds. Within an instant, he was bombarded with the taste of the foxtaur's potent jizz and the vileness of the flavor made him cringe and shudder with revulsion. He started gagging and hacking as the intense musky flavor overwhelmed the lagomorph's taste buds, making him stumble forward. The effects spread to his nose and soon the stench he smelt before was once again inflamed, but to a much higher degree.

He called out in loathing as the horse stood there and watched his friend suffer the distaste. "You OK there?"

He stood there a moment, catching his breath, panting a moment as he seemed to be calming down. "Yeah, I'm good. The taste is pretty bad, but I'm good now."

The horse looked at the vial with the same apprehension, but eventually succumbed to curiosity and took a drop of the thick spunk and dropped it into his muzzle, letting the vulgar flavor spread to his taste buds and nasal cavity.

"Ugh, man, that is disgusting. Oh, now I know why they want it diluted. Ew, man, this might've been a bad idea."

After suffering the initial taste for several seconds, the ungulate's feelings of revulsion soon gave way to a tingling sensation that spread from his head down to his torso and continuing down to his feet. He felt the sensation of abhorrence dissipate as a sense of high came over him. Soon, he found the lingering aftertaste of the macro's semen more palatable and arousing.

"Whoa, buddy. I didn't think the effect would be this quick. I am definitely feeling something. How you do-"

As he turned to look at the rabbit, he found his white-furred friend leaning against the stall, mouth agape, panting heavily with saliva dripping out. His eyes were wide and his ears were standing up straight. "He buddy, you OK?"

The rabbit swallowed the excess build-up of drool and began stripping, removing his shirt quickly. "My body is getting warm." He stripped down his pants and then the hot pink thong underneath, letting his crotch and ass breathe, his penis fully erect, 7 inches long, and primed for ejaculation. "Shit! My dick, my ass, feels like their on fire."

While watching his friend respire as though he'd just run a marathon, he caught a whiff of the rabbits own scent and suddenly he felt a warmth begin to spread through his own body, culminating in a raging tingling in his crotch. After his first whiff, he felt an odd desperation for a second, so he leaned forward, stuffed his nose against the scruff of the rabbit's neck, and inhaled with a deep breath the bunny's musk. It was warm, strong, and already showing signs of heightened sexual activity. The inhalation of rabbit pheromones was supplementing the macro's pheromones, driving the equine quickly to heat and intensifying the tingling in his groin. He reached down and ran a hefty paw in between the rabbit's butt cheeks and another one took a tight grip on his junk. He seethed with lustful delight at the warm sensation emanating from the smaller male's extremities.

"Wow! You... really... are... burnin' up."

His mind was cloudy and the mucus in his muzzle was building up, though not as much as the rabbit who was slobbering all over himself as an extreme, spontaneous rut arose. The horse turned his head and sniffed the air around his friend's back end, tasting the air coming from his hind quarters and sensing the increased musk. He dropped down to his knees behind him and sniffed at his ass, the strong rabbit musk fueling the fire burning in his loins. Turning to his animalistic side, the horse grabbed his friend by the hips roughly and plunged his muzzle into the tight bunny cheeks, forcing the rabbit forward against the stall, making him whimper at the impact. The horse breathed in the small mammal's odor, allowing the smell to enhance his growing heat. The rabbit was already in full rut and like a sexually deprived female he wanted nothing more than to have the horse ride him like a cheap sex toy.

Fortunately, the horse didn't torture him too long as he was in full rut as well, his eagerness to plug his cock into something tight and warm driven now by primitive instinct. He stood up and stripped off his shirt and helped the rabbit get his pants and panties off, leaving him in nothing but his white fur coat. The horse dropped his pants down around his thighs, letting his cock, balls, and ass hang out and reveal a lack of underwear. His cock was fully hard and jutting out towards the rabbit at 12 inches long with throbbing veins protruding from every inch of the phallic length.

He turned the rabbit around and lifted him up off the ground, holding him in his arms as they grunted to each other. The bunny lifted his legs up and wrapped them around his friend's waist as the horse grabbed his tense dick and lifted the head up to his friend's warm, moist entrance. He wasted no time shoving it forward, the tip pushing forcefully passed the wrinkled seal and opening up the smaller male. His asshole, hot and wet with amorous heat, spread warm sensations of sexual bliss through the rabbits groin and he screamed, not in pain, but pure euphoria. His cock twitched wildly as he felt an orgasm rapidly approaching. The horse, still maintaining a sense of intelligence, recognized the danger of his friend announcing their activities and tried to shush him, but the bunny persisted in his erotic mating calls. The equine decided then to cover his muzzle, stifling his cries and moans and soaking his palm with lagomorph spit. His friend grabbed his paw, trying to move it aside, but he lost his focus as he approached his climax. The horse's cock was only halfway up his ass, but pressing hard against his prostate, heightened sensitivity an apparent side effect of the macro's pheromones.

With a muffled moan, he began spewing his own creamy man-milk upwards, spraying him and his horse friend's chest and stomach with rabbit semen. The horse wasn't far off as his mind was getting foggier, the tingle in his crotch growing and the warmth throughout his body escalating. He absentmindedly continued to shove his dick deeper into the rabbit's bowels, the glans feeling more sensitive than normal, again due to the macro's pheromones. Before he even had the rabbit hilted, he opened his muzzle wide to scream, finding as much restraint as he could to call out as he unloaded a huge blast of hot equine cum into his friend's colon. Despite his heat, the rabbit felt his rectum warming up from the horse jizz, the fluid sloshing around as every flexing of his friend's penis added to the puddle growing in his intestine.

Even after their balls were emptied, both men found they still felt close to another orgasm. They were still feeling desperate for release and they knew their intense mating session wasn't over, so the horse pulled the rabbit off the stall and slammed him hard against the bathroom wall and began pumping hard in and out of him at a rapid pace, slapping his ass cheeks with his hips. To keep him from screaming, he took him into a deep kiss and jammed his tongue down his throat, allowing the both of them to moan and whimper into each other's muzzles, stifling the noise and invigorating their lust.

Their wild rutting session, induced by the foxtaur's semen, made them extremely virile and they both came not once, not twice, but three times within a matter of minutes before they felt satisfied enough to take a break. The horse, who forced the kiss on the unwilling rabbit, broke away allowing them to catch their breath. Their torsos and chins were soaked in rabbit cum while the rabbit's bowels were pooling with horse semen. As he remained impaled on his friends giant pole he felt as though there were a bulge forming in his belly from the copious fluids in his colon.

After a few minutes passed, the two regained a modicum of their normal senses and looked at each other with shock and elation. "Wow! That was really something," said the rabbit.

"Yeah," replied the horse. "God, it smells like an orgy in here."

The rabbit grinned mischievously. "Yeah. It's great, isn't it?"

"The second anyone catches our scent, their gonna know what we did. Hell, my cock is still burning and my ass feels like I sat on a hot coal."

"I know the feeling, but that's what heat feels like."

The horse sniffed his friend. "You stink of sex, man."

"So do you. So what?"

"We need to clean up so we can get going."

"Ah, right now."

"The longer we stay here fucking like this, the greater the chance of getting caught."

The rabbit sighed. "You're right. I don't want you to pull outta me, but I guess you gotta, huh?"

"Heh, don't worry. I am gonna destroy you when we get back to the hotel room."

They both smiled at each other seductively before the horse began to pull out. However, the macro pheromones mixed with four orgasms caused his cock to explode with sexual delight and he had to grit his teeth to avoid screaming. The rabbit, feeling his own sensitive prostate being abused after a few minutes of respite clutched the horse tightly, his muscles tightening up as a fifth ethereal orgasm felt imminent. The horse tried to pull out again, inch after inch, but the sensation brought him back to a primal, lustful state and he lost control.

"FUCK THAT!"

He locked lips with the rabbit again and returned to pounding his ass, hard and fast. It seemed that while he was rutting, his needs would not be satiated so quickly. One thing both men knew was that they would be getting much use out of Valio's sample over the next several months.

******

"Uh-uh, no way. There's no way you can get samples of it, at least not fresh," claimed a rhino in a plain white t-shirt and slacks, covered from neck to toe in a custom, neck to toe environmental suit. He was driving a car through an underground tunnel, quite long and quite boring, underneath the foxtaur's compound.

"No, you can. Trust me, I've got some at home," replied an arctic wolf sitting next to him in similar attire, but about a foot shorter. He had been working the waste collection facility earlier in the day, though he never complained about working there, as he found it to be the location where he got the best view of the foxtaur's sexiest features, or at least the second best view.

"No way. They are way too protective of the stuff man. They're not just gonna let some of it go."

"Dude, I think you're overestimating their dedication to securing his cum. There are people who work with his samples and I know one of them and he'll tell you that they get so many samples and often times a small amount is deemed unsuitable for research and is delivered back to processing where they are much less accurate with their weight measurements. Seriously, they sneak out quite a bit over the course of a few days and if you want, I can get you a small supply."

"Seriously? I don't know man. I think they'd probably frown on their employees drinking their macro's cum."

The wolf smiled mischievously at the pachyderm. "It's forbidden fruit. That's why it's so good. But it's perfectly safe. I'm sure they'll be able to market it to adult distributors eventually, especially when diluted down."

"Wouldn't that reduce the effectiveness?"

"Oh, you don't wanna drink that stuff pure. It is fucking foul. When I got it, it came in a vial with an eyedropper and I dripped a few drops on my tongue straight up, it made my mouth burn and I was coughing and hacking and gagging and crying like crazy... but boy was that shit effective. If you can keep it down, you'll start cummin' in your pants if you're not already balls deep in some guy's ass."

"Or a chick's cunt."

"Heh, don't give me that. You don't get off to sniffing macro balls if you're completely straight."

"Hey, man, I aint gay. But... I gotta be honest, no woman has even made me feel this good."

The wolf smiled as they approached the end of the road, which led to a small parking area, an office for the workers, and a door. As they approached, they saw a polar bear in a security guard uniform and both the rhino and wolf looked back in panic. They stopped near the door and shut the car off, stepping out and looking back at the polar bear who stood up from his stool which sat right by the door.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" he asked in a gruff voice.

"Uh... where's Ben?" asked the wolf.

The bear got an accusing look on his face. "He took the night off. You two got access to be here?"

The rhino looked back with hopelessness. "Oh, well... we... uh... we're actually here to say hi to Valio. We said we'd come say hi to him."

"Did you now?" the bear asked with a suspecting expression and crossed arms.

After a moment of silence, the wolf dropped all pretext. "Look, man, could you please just let us in?"

"Why? You know this kind of activity is prohibited by management."

"I know, but come on. He enjoys the company. He loves having people in there with him who enjoy being in his presence, even in this way."

A long pause fell between the three men and both wolf and rhino figured they weren't getting passed the guard. "I'm not letting you in because I'm OK with this. It's weird, it's unsavory, and management is right; it is dangerous. I'm letting you in because it's what 'he' wants and I've learned working here that above all, you wanna keep the taur happy."

Both men sighed. "Thank you," said the rhino.

"But I'm warning you, if anything happens and you need help, don't expect me to bring you to the hospital here. I'll take you somewhere far away where they have no clue what goes on here. I don't need management asking me question about what happened. I need to watch my own ass, you hear?"

"Oh, don't worry. We never go at the same time."

The bear furrowed a brow in annoyance before turning around and pressing a few buttons on the keypad, unlocking the door. The wolf and rhino grabbed their masks and a small backpack and stepped forward as the bear opened up the door. "There's a jeep right inside. Don't you dare get it dirty."

The wolf and the rhino nodded as the bear shut the door on them. The two men walked through a short hallway to a glass chamber that was sterilized from the outside environment. Before walking through, they both put on their masks and hoods, completing their suits as they stepped through the chamber. They pressed a few buttons and the room was desterilized, allowing the outside environment to seep through. All they had to do was remove their suits and masks and they'd be breathing in the voluminous musk emanating from the macro foxtaur.

Opposite the hallway was another door and the wolf opened it, stepping through first and out into a large cave. They were greeted by the sounds of heavy breathing and sure enough, straight ahead, was Valio resting on his side with his head laying snugly on his arms. There were no cameras and no equipment here, save for emergency vehicles, as this was Valio's personal safe space where he was granted a greater level of privacy. As the polar bear had stated, there was a jeep sitting by the door and a collection of loudspeakers for contacting the taur. There were no anthro-made paths or other pieces of construction near the far entrance they were standing by, but there was a small pathway carved into the wall by Valio himself. Appropriate to his honest nature, he has admitted that the very purpose of the path was for special visits from the workers and has not allowed anyone to fill it in or destroy it. This has led some people to think that management has maintained a professional stance of not allowing its workers to engage in these activities, but on a private level looks the other way at them for Valio's sake. No one knows for sure save for management.

The wolf and rhino stared at the taur, watching him rest as he mumbled something in his sleep. He looked so precious to the two men who could hardly believe he could be so devastating if he wanted and that his musk could paralyze people, sending them into a persistent, orgasmic state.

The wolf turned towards the controls for the loudspeaker, turning it on and holding up the microphone. "Hey, Valio. How ya doin' buddy?" His voice sounded muffled through the suit.

Valio opened his eyes and then blinked a few times before turning his attention towards the pair. Once he spotted them, he smiled. "Hi there," he said happily, his voice booming, but his speech slow as it took time to form the words. Despite their suits, the taur spoke in a volume that roared with intensity, causing the two anthros to cringe as the sound hurt their ears. "Who's here to visit me? Is that... James and Thorton?"

"Yep. How are ya, big guy?" responded James, the wolf, trying to acclimate to the thunderous boom of the macro's voice.

"Mmm, I'm good." Valio then stretched out his arms and legs as he opened his muzzle to let out an enormous yawn, showcasing his cavernous maw, his viscous saliva forming long strands that connected his upper and lower jaws. James and Thorton gazed on, still utterly amazed by the magnificence of his inner muzzle. Yet somehow it looked small to James as memories were recalled of being part of a special exploratory research team lucky enough to study the creature's digestive system. Four days and three nights spent traversing the creature's digestive tract, staring in wonder at the majesty of the cavernous insides. The wolf only wished he could've spent more time simply enjoying the view and less time working. Valio closed his maw and smacked his lips a few times, causing a loud snapping that resonated in the cave, before looking back at the pair of normal anthros. "Just a bit tired, though. I love chatting with the visitors. They're always so nice."

"Heh, yeah, they love meeting you too. But hey, if you're tired, we can come back another time."

Valio's grin widened. "Don't leave now, you just got here. Besides, I'm always happy to have people who enjoy my company."

James chuckled. "Well, we do enjoy your company."

Valio let out a very soft mew and rolled over onto his side, making the cave quake and throwing the anthros off their balance while giving them both a sideways glance. "So, you wanna just get started then?"

James and Thorton stared at each other, signaling their avidity, and James responded. "Sure, buddy. Give us a moment to get up there and remove our equipment."

Valio kept grinning like a stoned taur. "'kay."

James shut off the speakers and both men climbed into the jeep, keys in the ignition, and drove along the taur-carved path in the walls. The road was extremely uneven and bumpy, so Thorton had a rough time getting the jeep up to the point of interest, but it's nothing he hasn't done before. They reached the peak of the path, looking out towards Valio at about hip level, staring at the soft, wavy fur of his leg. The two men stepped out and prepared themselves for the physically exhausting event.

"You gonna keep the suit on like last time?" asked James as he prepared to remove his hood.

"No," Thorton responded. "I'm feeling kinda horny right now and I need my fix of that taur's musk."

"Heh, alright. Just don't take your mask off. I sure as hell won't have the energy to drive back after we're finished and it's your turn to be the designated driver."

Thorton grinned wickedly. "Don't worry. I'll keep the mask on. Just don't throw your back out this time."

James grinned back and began to strip off his environmental suit, starting with the hood, then his gloves, and then unzipping the suit and slowly lowering it off his body. Thorton followed suit and the warm air, permeated by heavy macro musk, cascaded over their bodies and they were immediately impacted by the effects. Their bodies grew warm internally, their privates in particular burned hot and caused an intense tingling in their waists. They felt feverish and sweaty in an instant and began to moan, their individual heat taking hold of them. Once their suits were off, they stripped off their clothing, tossing them into the back of the jeep. James stepped out while Thorton remained by the vehicle, breathing heavily as he cock grew quickly in his sheath.

James knelt down unsteadily onto the ground before Valio began to stir, scooting closer and closer to the edge of the cave side. He lifted up his leg high into the air, resting it against the wall and flashed his giant, cream-colored sheath to the two men. James felt his cock stir as it slid out of its sheath, his anticipation for the onslaught of giant taur pheromones making his mouth water. He sat down on the ground, staring back at the macro cock-sleeve that hung above him less than 20 feet away that could crush him in an instant.

Licking his lips and swallowing the copious drool forming in his muzzle, he reached up and slowly removed the mask from his face and set it down by his side. His heart beat furiously in his chest, his nerves firing rapidly and he exhaled all the air out of his lungs before clamping his mouth shut and taking a deep breath in through his nose. His nasal passage was bombarded by the aromatic molecules being exuded out by the taur's genitals and in an instant the wolf's olfactory senses were assaulted by the vile macro's odor. It was as if 1000 hot, sweaty, and musky anthros were packed into a phone booth and his head were stuck inside. A mixture of spicy, tart, and bitter rolled into one, his nose erupted into a burning kiln of intense smells. He could taste it on his tongue, like licking every anthro's armpit, cock, and taint on the compound after a long day in the sun. It carried an extreme burn and his eyes watered and he sweat profusely as the fiery sensation coursed throughout his entire body. But soon that burn turned into an intense tingling that tickled his body and like a rutting male the most intense sensations were localized to his privates. His ass gave off an intense heat and he clenched it reflexively as a raging pressure built up in his crotch. The tingling built up and every muscle in his crotch tensed up as the wolf was brought to orgasm spontaneously, but his peak continued to climb, the pressure growing higher and higher. The canine's body contorted into a paralyzed form of climactic ascension; he dropped down, arched his back, his arms and legs outstretched, and his muzzle wide open without a sound being made. Higher and higher, the intense burning and tingling in his crotch and ass grew, his testicles pulling hard against his groin as they were prepped to explode.

He couldn't breathe as his body was cocked and ready to fire and as another whiff of the air, rich in concentrated macro foxtaur pheromones, entered the wolf's nose, another wave of immense heat coursed through his body. As the heat wave hit his crotch, his smooth muscle contracted in a powerful explosion of pressure that released James from his paralyzed state and he howled into the air as he shot his hips upwards. Without ever laying a paw on his junk, his cock, the knot still forming, erupted like a volcano as thick wolf ejaculate spewed forth from the musk-addled canine. He continued to cry out as he was practically pissing semen, the stream flying up and landing on the wall behind him. As small strips fell, some of it entered James' maw, but he was lost to the rut and the high of his orgasm that he didn't care or notice.

He relaxed his back and started panting, staring back again at the macro sheath before him, the tip sticking out, and the foul, murky stench that this creature produced wafting inescapably into the atmosphere. He breathed in again, letting the potent odor burn his sinuses again and immediately his body burned with a fiery heat. His fur was glistening as the rutting heat induced in him was causing heavy perspiration. The wolf then found himself once again paralyzed, his back arched, his arms and legs tensed up, his mouth forced open and unable to speak as the smooth muscle in his crotch contracted once again in a second orgasm so intense that he could never reach it with penile stimulation alone. He produced no ejaculate this time, save for the residual cum from his previous orgasm, but the tingling in his cock was just as intense and persisted longer than any typical orgasm he'd ever had. His orgasm died down again, but as he forced another breath of "fresh" air through his abused snout, the concentrated pheromones would continue to torture the wolf, keeping him in heat, on edge and close to yet another dry orgasm. All it took was one more sniff of the musky sheath above to drive the canine to climax, his body spasming with heavenly pleasure.

As Thorton watched his friend wriggle around on the ground, his naked body completely exposed to the unrelenting pheromones, the rhino was feeling the effects for himself. Though he wasn't breathing them in and therefore not experiencing their full effect, having his skin exposed the same as James' made him susceptible to their essence. Sure enough, his body burned with a lusty fire of a rutting heat, his asshole tender and warm and his crotch tingling with sexual euphoria. He grunted with pleasure as he viewed his wolf friend being tormented by the taur's odor, enhancing his own growing arousal and rapidly approaching climax. He kept an eye on the macro sheath above, having gotten the same exposure in the past as James was at the moment, the memories of his own enslavement to those odoriferous pheromones playing a part in his current amorous state. As the pheromones seeped into his skin and into his blood, the burning sensation in his body grew and he could taste the taur's musk on his tongue and smell it in his nose. His rump burned with lusty heat that he was certain he could taste his own ass.

The tingling in his own crotch built up more and more, grunting and groaning as the less powerful, but still ample, effects of the pheromones were drawing the rhino towards his peak. He was tempted to jerk himself off, but despite the longer delivery time, it was still more pleasurable to get off from the pheromones alone than to provide any physical assistance. And Thorton's patience paid off as his crotch and ass were afire with pleasurable sensations. His legs became weak and he almost collapsed as he cried out in pure bliss as his own cock erupted in a wave of hot pachyderm jizz that fired up and out, landing close to his canine friend. The orgasm lasted almost a minute as string after string of his seed stained the ground below, his paws never once touching his dick. He was panting wildly, his body burning with ethereal passion as his first orgasm persisted, making him shudder with delight.

The high of his climax did eventually start to dwindle, but his testicles were still unloading their product as shorter and shorter strings shot out. After a short while, only droplets of his semen were seeping out of his urethra and the high of his orgasm began to dissipate more and more, but it never fully disappeared as the strong pheromones in the air kept him at an elevated level of arousal. He panted as he tried to catch his breath, but the effects of the taur's musk were already taking effect and his induced rut remained, drawing him into a second orgasm.

By this point, James was already on his fifth dry orgasm, his eyes watering, a common side effect of having the most intense orgasm being forcefully exerted on you without reprieve. The high was beginning to subside and his body, already sore and begging for a break, was relaxing once again. The tingling remained, the wolf lingering on the edge of another orgasm, but the strong pressure build-up he felt in his crotch the first time was returning. Without warning, James and Thorton watched as Valio pulled his hips back a little and thrust them forward, allowing his sheath to flop back and forth, damn near striking both of them in the process. The giant sheath forced a burst of wind to gush out at the two anthros, along with a more densely focused pocket of his concentrated musk and if James thought the taur's crotch odor was vile and unsavory before, as he whiffed the fresh, musky stench of the moment, he realized what he smelled before was a garden of roses by comparison.

The cacophony of spicy, tart, and bitter aromas was overwhelming to the senses and he gagged, unable to swallow the copious saliva building in his maw. As the initial reaction passed, another whiff of the offensive odor and his body reeled with lustful euphoria as he felt a pleasing fire course through his being and accumulate in his balls. His testicles were boiling with a burning tingle and the pressure built up to painful levels. Unable to contend, he attempted to flex his cock and expel the obvious overflowing ejaculate building in his vas deferens, but once again his body became paralyzed and he was stuck on the precipice of orgasmic agony. His muscles relaxed, but he still couldn't release his load, shifting around and kicking his legs wildy, crying with desperation to feel his cock explode once more.

With another whiff of the taur's tangy, spicy, musky sheath stench, James got the release he craved and his body shuddered wildly and he felt ecstatic to the sensation of his urethra expanding as his second load crawled slowly through his dick. Finally, spasming uncontrollable to the insurmountable pleasure of the climax this creature's pheromones provided, his urethral opening spread wide as large chunks of concentrated sperm seeped out of his penis and pooled on his belly, staining his fur. His eyes drew into the back of his head as he moaned and drooled as the thick glob of wolf seed oozed slowly out of him. Finally, the pressure built up to unfathomable heights and his prostatic juices erupted, firing what was left of his sperm and seminal fluid out in a powerful shot that hit the underside of the wolf's jaw with a tinge of pain. His continued to fire out, hitting the wall, his jaw, or the ground below, until the pressure died down and his cock was close to empty of his canine spunk. His breathing was erratic and he was moaning and whimpering as his weak body was still overloaded with the orgasmic sensation. He turned and eyed the mask, tempted to hold his breath while he situated the apparatus around his muzzle to shield the most notable effects of the taur's brutal musk, but he decided against it. He'd gone longer before and he wasn't ready to end his session so soon, so he once again breathed in through his nose, allowing the scent to strangle his form with its rich pheromones, keeping him in heat and on edge indefinitely.

The rest of the session continued much the same for the wolf and for his pachyderm comrade. James continued to dry orgasm several times, his entire body clenching up as his crotch burned with sexual fervor. Thorton orgasmed twice more, his balls unloading an abundant amount of rhino seed all over the ground, his body glistening with sweat, almost as much as the wolf. Eventually, James experienced a third wet orgasm, his body convulsing as he spewed more and more wolf cum around the cave. Finally, his muscles ached and as he moved the burning sensations were no longer pleasureful, but painful and James knew he couldn't handle anymore. He reached to the side, grabbed his mask, and quickly strapped it to his face.

Thorton, breathing heavily, saw his friend refit his mask and knew it was time to leave. He grabbed the backpack from the jeep and pulled out a couple of towels, drying himself off before walking over to James, who was now crawling on the ground trying to make his way back. With a wobble to his step, Thorton grabbed his friend and helped him the rest of the way, a difficult task as they were both still feeling the pheromones' effects through their exposed skin. They tried hard to ignore it and dry James off before putting their environmental suits back on, sealing themselves off from Valio's titillating musk.

Thorton helped James back into the vehicle where he slumped back into the seat, still panting and sweating into the suit. Thorton got into the driver's seat, himself panting as the pheromones were still keeping him and his friend in a rutting state. They remained there a while, though Valio must've noticed them finish as he lifted his leg off the wall and lowered it back down, hiding his odoriferous crotch from the exhausted anthros. The pair calmed down, managing to collect themselves enough to drive back to the entrance, though they would remain in heat, maintaining sexual arousal for some time. Thorton stepped out first and then assisted James who waddled to the door, his cock burning with both soreness and lust, the contradictory nature agony to the wolf.

Thorton helped him to the side and stepped back to the loudspeakers, his stride more collected now. "Did you enjoy my scent?" Valio asked, smiling at the tired anthros.

Thorton turned to face him, microphone in hand. "Absolutely. Thank you, big guy. That thing you did, waving your sheath around, I didn't get the full effect, but James really seemed to enjoy it."

Valio chuckled. "I wanted to make sure you got a large helping."

"Well, it worked." Thorton yawned and shook his head to keep himself awake.

"Are you tired? You should go get some rest. I know it's not easy taking my pheromones."

"That's an understatement," he said quietly away from the mic. "Yeah, that's what we're heading out to do now. Thanks again for letting us do this."

Valio smiled brightly. "Thank you for spending time with me. I love it when anthros enjoy being around me."

Thorton chuckled. "And we do enjoy being around you. Well you sleep tight big guy. You got another big day tomorrow."

"I will. Bye-bye."

"Goodnight."

With that, Thorton waved, as did James behind him, and the rhino put the mic down, shut off the loudspeakers, and the two men exited the cave, closing the door behind them. Now alone, Valio felt a tinge of disappointment that the day had ended, but he knew it wouldn't remain that way. Another day would come and he'd get to meet a whole new host of people and maybe he'd even get to spend some alone time with a couple more employees. He just wished he didn't have to spend every night alone like this. He sighed inwardly, but smiled nonetheless, happy that a group of small, comparatively weak creatures that could view themselves as nothing more than insects to him showed such familiarity, friendliness, and acceptance towards him. Resting his head in his arms again, he closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.