FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The sun began to rise from the horizon, bathing neighborhoods and the woodlands alike with its enriching presence. All those who had yet to wake enjoyed the newfound warmth that filled their habitats and rooms while they teetered between the dream realm and just simply being unconscious. All was peaceful in the world and the places in-between.

But it was all ruined as an old man in nothing but his underwear kicked his front door open with a yawn.

The disturbance in the calm air at least had the decency to notify any incoming parties to his household that his name was "TORGUES", which the name had been etched into the mailbox on his porch as if signifying permanent ownership. His drawn-out burst of air to rid himself of grogginess didn't work and his hand retreated to the insides of his gray-stained white briefs to scritch the scales hiding inside while he tiredly looked around his porch for anything box or envelope-sized for him to grab. But coming up short, he meandered in front of his mailbox and dug inside for the junk and rare letters that he was used to just leaving in his kitchen to take space before he just threw them away. In the middle of his scratching, he heard the *crunch* of a twig nearby and turned to see the mail carrier-a Delibird-staring at him doing his business. Once they realized he was staring back at them, they were shocked out of their stupor and retreated to their truck to gather more mail.

"Tsk. Pervert." The old man's tail began to wiggle around and stretch, rocking to the motion of his butt-scratching and soon being used as a rag to soak up the sweat he gathered on himself before he sniffed his hand and shrugged. Good enough. His brow wriggled and wiped the sweat beading down his forehead while he checked the mail. Junk, junk, junk, coupons, junk...junk. And junk. Perfect. His pupiless eyes gazed back into his house and he moved to get back in before he got bored with the day and went to sleep.

Torgues found himself situated in his armchair after getting rid of the enveloped advertisements for companies he wasn't even affiliated with and leaving the coupons on his coffee table so he could sip some of the brown, cream and sugar-rich nectar that invigorated his senses to be more active until he ran out. His gulps were audible throughout his empty house and not even his TV playing the weather warning of a heat wave to come soon joined in-he had it on mute so he could wake up to natural noise instead of the drone of the boring Castform lady on-screen. Besides his rude gesture of being loud with his mug, Torgues heard some birds chirping outside and puffed some air into his mug to get some of the steam out of it.. Burning his tongue? Not a problem when you're a Drampa-the elements ain't got shit on ya. Burning his hands? Second verse, same as the first.

He flicked the TV off once he got the third warning in a row that the humidity was gonna kick up around noon and decided to make himself some breakfast. Despite the warning of more heat to come, the old man was sweating enough to leave a trail going up to his fridge. Perhaps it was the fact that most of his body was covered in fluff thick enough to be the softest pillows anyone could ever imagine laying up against and his best options to alleviate the sweltering pressure of the hot summer days was simply be almost naked and get rid of the sweat before it became tedious.

His choice of breakfast was some bacon and eggs, so after he got the skillet sizzling with a big puff of steam rising up to the bottom of some cabinets above the stove, you can bet his brow was working overtime to keep his eyes from being stung by his own perspiration. He had to make several servings, on account of his rotund belly, so he didn't step away from his now heated kitchen until fifteen minutes later.

His underwear was soaked, just barely thick enough to avoid showing off the scales hiding behind the material and leaving a wet stain on his chair's seat once he got settled down with a fork and napkin. Seven strips of bacon were crunched down into bits and a dozen yolks of unscrambled eggs were chewed down into chunks, and after he gulped down the last of the latter, Torgues burped into the living room air.

He cleared his throat and checked the time, feeling an itch arise on his head and getting him to tend to it as he stood up to look in the kitchen. 9:14 AM. Guess he'll pass the time with his garden.

The back door to Torgues' house was kicked open, the old dragon stepping out with a twine-woven hat keeping his head shaded. His garden was actually in a greenhouse that he built from scratch himself, so the hat was only for show while it let him look at his individual plants that grew his food for him. Oran, Pecha, Rawst, Sitrus, Starf, Cornn, Nomel, and many others meant for eating were growing here, along with your traditional tomato, lettuce and cucumber plants making sure no meal was too sweet, sour, spicy or just plain on rough on the tongue. A few of the berries needed some watering, so he grabbed his sprinkling pail and dumped a carefully calculated amount over the soil and let his precious food grow on their own. He wasn't getting an automated sprinkler system to do it himself until a few weeks from now, but doing it himself was still appea-

He heard his shed door shake and his head whipped towards its place in the far right corner of the backyard. He always kept it locked and closed so you can see why he was suspicious to it being able to move on its own. He didn't need a weapon, for his stature was something to fear for someone his age, so you can bet that feeling will be shared tenfold for anyone younger.

He shoved the shed door open after fishing the key out of his briefs just in time to see something scurry into the left corner at the far wall meeting the wall opposite the door. Torgues snorted and flicked the light on, noticing his lawn mower had been overturned but the fuel was still inside thanks to the thick stopper he had over the tank. He kicked some displaced boxes out of his way and squatted down near the corner where the intruder was hiding, ignoring the sound of his underwear straining to keep his ass in the material while he poked the tarp a quivering figure hid behind.

"'Ey, what'chu doin' in mah shed?" The figure jumped the second he poked them on what he assumed was their shoulder, so he did it again when he didn't get an answer. "'Ey, I'm talkin' t' ya. Don't make me have t' call pest control if yer a damn bug. Lord knows I need less o' 'em."

Torgues showed the intruder mercy in not doing anything else other than talk to their frightened form for a good three minutes until he got impatient with the one-sided communication and ripped the tarp off of them. What he found was something he wasn't expecting.

It was a Zoroark, trembling even harder now that they were exposed to Torgues' sight, and they were covered in twigs and bush residue. Must have ran in here from the woods, and looking up showed that one of the window panes above them was broken. That explains how they got in, but they must have been trying to get out before Torgues noticed them. Another thing Torgues took in the sight of was the fox's leg and arm warmers. Polkadots of white adorned on cloths of baby blue. Funny, never knew they came in other colors than just pink or red.

Torgues ceased observing the scared Zoroark and snorted again at seeing their stupid face. "Yah done bein' a scaredyloin 'r can I make that call?"

"...please don't..." Ah, there s some words, and a male tone so he knew it was a guy fox instead of a scared young lady. The world needs less scared and alone ladies, that's for sure.

"See, all ya had t' do was say sumthin t' me. Now I know ya ain't some wild critter." The old man got up, twisting his torso around so his spine didn't get sore from being squatted down for so long. "Right, now should I be callin' yer owner 'r did ya happen t' swipe those fer warmth durin' th' winter but never took 'em off when spring hit?"

Must have been too much asking because he didn't get an answer to any of that, but Torgues shrugged and continued waiting before asking something else. "Yah got a name, kid?"

Their shaking stopped, which was a good sign for the old man, and soon they stopped staring in space and looked him in the eye. "...Thorn."

"Ooooh, I get it. Thornbush, red claws..." Yeah, that was totally why he was called Thorn, Torgues.

The fox didn't seem to mind, only nodding at the deduction that the Drampa uttered out and curling their knees to their chest and hugging their legs. This got the old man to sigh, for he was sure this was just a pity show.

"Okay fine, I won't report ya t' nobody. I jus' betta not catch that ya busted int' mah greenhouse 'r animal control won't be able t' match what I do t' ya."

Thorn hurriedly nodded his understanding of the threat and Torgues snorted to leave things at that. A Drampa was a force to be reckoned with when they were going Berserk. Anyhow, Torgues turned to leave thinking the fox would just leave on his own and he would come to be surprised by the vulpine lunging at him and hugging his tail.

"Don't...leave me...here..."

"Uh...." He was gonna ask why but when the fox merely put his face into that bushy tail and made no other noise, Torgues pouted and grumbled to himself. "Okay fine, I won't leave ya in mah shed. Like I said, no greenhouse an' ya'll be jus' fine kid." Torgues' passenger nodded into his tail, so all he had to do was lock his shed back up and ditch his straw hat once he got back inside. He felt the fox shudder against his appendage at the change in atmosphere and soon the old man was on the couch rather than his armchair.

It took a bit of time but soon the Zoroark was peeking out from the comforts of Torgues' sweaty tail and looking around, coming to a rest at the old man watching TV but not really watching it before finally saying a word. "...name?"

"It's Torgues. Glad t' know ya can still speak, kid."

"I don't..normally get allowed to speak..." Torgues would ask why, but he was already being shown the answer; the fox was holding up his hands, letting the old man see that his claws were chipped in a few places, blunt and the palms of his paws had cuts and some recovering gashes going down towards his wrists before supposedly ending at his arm warmer.

"Sheesh, kid. Talk 'bout a kinky life ya ran away from." Torgues looked away to flick through the channels but he can still see the astonished look on the fox's face gazing at him like he just said that Miltank can learn Fly with their udders.

"Are you..."

"Naw, I can tell wherever ya came up from wasn't what ya really wanted when ya said ya liked things rough. I'm jus' tryna make sure t' keep things chill. Like I said, it looks like ya ran off from a kinky life."

"I guess so...just wasn't the kinda kinky you might be thinking."

"Oh I bet. Not even a collar on ya. Musta just been usin' a whip t' treat ya like some dirty dog 'r sumthin'."

Thorn was steadily growing more and more suspicious at how Torgues' seemingly playful guesses were getting more and more spot-on as he spoke on about the fox's past, so his gaze began to narrow in turn. "Why a collar?"

"Oh ya don't know? Most folks int' that master/pet life'll be all o'er usin' a leash on they pets. An' a few times havin' one on their own necks. But that's in general-like I keep sayin' it sounds like whoever folks ya ran from was jus' in it fer them an' not fer you."

"....Maybe." Thorn didn't want to think of the bloodshed that followed his hurried departure from the home he scurried out of, and the trauma the memories left behind, so he just rolled with how nonchalant Torgues was about the whole thing and settled on one more question to break the ice. "How do you know it's...a master/pet thing?"

"Oh, I'm int' that kinda thing." ....Oh. "I'm more o' a master guy but you can bet ya'll catch a leash on me if th' guy 'r gal holdin' th' grip's a fairy. Ole Torgues ain't afraid t' receive like mos' o' these tough guy doms."

Thorn just nodded so he didn't get further flustered by the Drampa's bluntness. "You mentioned a whip...how'd you know a whip made these...?"

"I got a couple on me." Thorn's eyes shot open as Torgues not only said that but got up from his seat and began to walk to a closet nearby. Oh sweet Arceus did he just run away from an abusive home and right into another!? The Zoroark's fear grew worse when the object that Torgues had a hold of was a flogger, the sharp tips of its many strands making Thorn tremble in terror at its intimidating presence.

"Y-you can put that back! I woulda been fine with just a...just an explanation, yeah." No one on this mostly green earth would believe that to be a casual outburst from the Zoroark's mouth. Hell, Torgues was looking at him like he was crazy and Thorn got to thinking he was about to whipped again for speaking out of line. So he quickly bowed and pleaded unintelligibly for forgiveness.

When he didn't feel the lashes of a flogger tearing his back open, he looked up and saw that Torgues was standing in front of him with his hands on his hips. Thorn didn't know why, but seeing the old man just looming over his prone form made him...relax. It was like staring at a caring parent who was gonna give their child a talking-to instead of resorting to violence and Thorn was cool with that alternative.

"Maybe that place ya left wasn't any good fer ya. Tell ya what kid, I'll leave mah whips under locks an' ya ain't gotta worry 'bout 'em while ya stay 'ere. Sound good?" Thorn was about to nod that that was a good idea while he was still trying to get over the traumatic experience he had only himself and his thoughts to counsel his psyche with, but then he realized he heard the word 'stay'.

"W-wait...I can stay here ...with you?" Thorn's hopes were rising fast, liable to get shot down by a Moonblast in fact, but he nearly jumped for joy with Torgues' answer:

"Eh, what th' hell. Been gettin' lonely in here wit' jus' me and th' smell o' mah ass keepin' me company. Welcome aboard, kid."

"Oh thank you Daddy!" The Zoroark's earlier outburst was nothing compared to the shock that this next one just generated, Torgues not even returning the hug that Thorn threw at him without warning and instead just staring at him before he pulled back and caught the dragon's eye. "Uh, did I say something wrong?"

"I'm not sayin' that but...oh never mind, forget yer a Zoroark." Torgues sat back down, resisting the urge to just lay on his stomach and give his butt a nice session with his claws, but coming to another conundrum with Thorn's intensive staring into his eyes. It got weird at first, but when the sensation of being watched intently didn't fade with the afternoon breeze Torgues had to ask. "Okay kid, what's on yer mind?"

"How ...old are you?" Thorn rubbed his arm with his hand, proving just how sociable he was when he wasn't being interrogated to speak and not held accountable for punishment if he ever spoke without explicit permission first.

"I'm three-hunderd twenty."

...That was far from the answer Thorn was looking for, and his dumbfounded look attested to that. "...How?"

Torgues rolled his eyes and clicked his TV back off. "Alright kid, listen close 'cuz I'm only tellin' ya this once." Once the Drampa got the fox nodding that he was indeed listening to his every word from here on out, he continued. "Good. Us Drampa don't age like yer average human 'r dog 'r fox 'r whatever ya think got a different agin' process. I am three-hunderd twenty, not gonna be fake 'bout that, but if ya still don't get it then if ya wanna compare it to human years I'm thirty-two."

"Wow ...That's awesome!" Now it was Torgues' turn to be taken for a loop, usually expecting more confusion from his explanation on Drampa aging, but accepting the acceptance for now.

"Yeah, I guess it is. Yah betta believe these bones ain't gon' be old til I hit mah six-hunderds, a'ight?"

"Sure, Daddy." There it was again, the status calling that reminded Torgues of a dark time where he only wanted to be called that by as many people as he could get his hands on. But before he dove into memory lane, he acted as if he didn't notice Thorn being a little too eager to be under Torgues' roof and stretched his limbs. This also flexed his tail, which had been sticking out towards the Zoroark, and thus flicked some of the musk that was etched into the fluff on it. And you can bet Thorn was coughing from the pungent aroma that shot up his snout before he could stop it.

"S'matter, kid? Choke on yer spit?" Torgues' heard of people who can do that. And it always made him laugh when he saw it in action.

"No...just...why do you smell so..." Bad was gonna come up, but only having recently been granted sanctuary in this homemade Thorn withhold from insulting Torgues' scent. "...strong?"

"Who am I impressin' wit' a bod like this?" He gestured to his form, rotund gut protruding over his waistline but not sinking in like a muffin top yet his chest remained firm and steady as actual pecs to hold onto if one chose to do so.

"I dunno..."

"Exactly. Might as well bask in it, kid. This summer ain't been th' best on mah hide anyway an' it don't matter how many times I jump in th' shower t' wash it off. All comes rushin' back five minutes later." Thorn took in those words with a grain of salt but kept his nose covered while the old man got back to watching TV. The time in the lower right-hand corner said 12:04 PM, so it was ripe noon and high time for that aforementioned heat wave to roll around and kick in for the neighborhoods. The sounds of kids laughing outside, splashing water and the faint but present rumbles of A/C units on blast began to fill the white noise that Torgues' muted TV didn't fill in with its own presence. And over time, the more Thorn sat there in a room filled with the smell of the old man's butt the more he got used to it. It got to a point where he could smell the difference between genuine air and musk masquerading as oxygen but taking in more of the latter for adaptation's sake.

Thorn had gotten so into the realm of smelling another man at their most rank that he didn't even know he was leaning in towards the dragon until he lost his balance and fell right into Torgues' crotch and accidentally breathed in. The different aroma was a big contrast to the smell of parted, sweaty cheeks that Thorn'd been inhaling for the past several minutes and it left a noticeably different reaction as a result in the form of him crossing his legs together. Torgues noticed and clicked his tongue.

"'Ey now, we don't judge under mah roof. If ya get horny, then let it hang out until it goes soft 'r ya handle it on yer own 'r wit' sum help."

Thorn still held himself reserved, even bringing his hands over his crotch for extra protection. "I don't..."

"Oh c'mon now, I don't bite. If it's small that's cool-dicks are common as they are in 'ere on account o' seein' mine e'eryday." Torgues made a move to try and help break Thorn out of the shell he erected around himself, noticing the fox struggling to fight back against his grasp and feeling the fight in his being as the old man rendered his defenses null. When it came time to spread those legs, the fox's eyes were crazed but the Drampa still went for it.

When he came across no resistance from those limbs, Torgues' surprise to the big reveal was even more impactful. "....Oh..."

Thorn looked away in shame, trying to hide his groin again while he would still hold onto some dignity. "You see...I can't do it like you do."

"I dunno kid. Pussy's pussy."

"Hnnnmph..." Thorn's bashfulness was adorable, so while he was busy griping to himself Torgues took the liberty of moving his hand out of the way so he could look at it better. It was natural-looking from what he could tell, but the real kicker to those light pink folds was the fresh layer of moisture coating over the whole thing-clit included. The nipples going up Thorn's belly were also adorable and Torgues got a kick out of brushing over them with his hand.

Of course, this also got a kick out of Thorn, because he literally kicked forward at the old man and his exposed snatch began to drip some more slick onto the couch while he whimpered into the nearby pillow. This should be the sign to stop and leave the fox alone, but Torgues being Torgues led to Thorn being left a shaky mess as the old man rubbed over those nips like they were just stretch marks on his belly.

Right away, the fox began to kick some more, each thrust of his leg bringing about another cute squirt from that vagina Torgues kept his palm cupped at to get juices. The old man stopped when he couldn't carry anymore and he curiously sniffed the small puddle he collected and gave it an experimental lick. A few smacks of his lips and he smeared what wasn't graced by his tongue onto Thorn's butt fur and left a wet mark before he came to a taste conclusion.

"Yer fertile." He even snapped to finalize his deduction and Thorn broke through his upper-body fortress of pillows to nod in shame. Yes, his snatch was as fertile as you'd expect, producing lubricant for any male virile enough to exude their pungent hormones in the air nearby the fox for him to sniff. And since he was in a living room steadily filling up with the scent of dragon extremities thanks to the heat wave leaving the room a sauna with no heat rocks necessary...

He was sopping wet by the time Torgues went back to teasing him, whining louder as he neared a sensation that both felt like peeing and a quick relief. When the old man pressed down on his clit, Thorn exploded. He yowled into a pillow and felt his legs twitch as juices shot out of his pussy like miniature Water Guns and soiled the cushions he laid himself over. His orgasm only lasted for a few short moments, but it was more than enough to leave a sweet, tangy aroma in the wake of its ending by the time he was just laying there shaking.

Torgues dipped a hand into the soggy cushion and licked, tasting both old musk from his own hind end and the new flavor of Thorn's discharges. From there, it was smooth sailing.

"Think I know a good way t' help ya relax 'round me. Stay right there." Thorn didn't feel the old man depart from the couch, so he was left confused from what the Drampa was getting at until he felt a *shhhhhhlurp* against his winking cunny. He bit into his lip and nearly broke into it trying to hold back from screaming as Torgues began to eat him out, that thick tongue running up and down the outside of his passage and leaving him wishing it was the real deal until the pink muscle pushed past his folds and started stretching him out.

Thorn shuddered and felt another rush of juices push out, splashing across Torgues' face while he bent down behind the presenting fox and continued to drink up his seemingly delicious pussy slick. Thorn went slack after that last one, his folds puffy from being teased to orgasm with only a half-hearted penetration to compensate for his newfound arousal. He thought this was all Torgues would have in mind and he steadily relaxed as he got used to the old man's tongue exploring his depths.

Until he felt that calloused palm run across his nips again.

Thorn had to bite into the pillow before he left his lip bleeding, eyes wide open as Torgues attacked his biggest weak point. His walls quaked around the man's tongue and it was only seconds after did he find that burning need to climax run through him without resistance and further soil Torgues' face with enough juice to make it look like he just splashed himself with more sweat. Thorn's orgasm this time around was more drawn out thanks to having his sweet spot tended to and when he came down from his high he thought it was night time from how long he'd been out of it. The Zoroark hadn't cum like that in ages, only ever being allowed to whenever he got dragged to daycare centers to be forgotten by ex-trainers who simply wanted him out of their hair while he got approached by seemingly interested Pokemon who were there with him.

Torgues managed to find his way out and made sure his tongue could still feel things, gulping down whatever had been lurking around in his mouth and feeling the taste of fresh pussy get his underwear tenting. Once he sat up on his knees, his erection pushed forward from their musky prison and pushed through Thorn's legs to twitch in arousal on his stomach. The fox was enamored immediately, especially by the size that was forming a little faux passageway beneath him, and his pussy was winking before he even reached back to wordlessly move his folds out of the way to invite the older man inside.

The Drampa smirked, liking the way the kid worked, and took no more time flicking his white briefs down to his thighs so he could push his dick inside that squelching passage without making the material too worn. And when the tip got in, it became the victim of the best massage Torgues' ever gotten in his life. And the girth that entered Thorn made him claw the upholstery of the couch while more dug through him. Torgues felt huge inside of him and it got even better when he felt the old man reach the end of his sopping-wet passage yet wasn't balls-deep within him.

Thorn...liked this feeling of being nearly completely full.

"Fu-fuck me, Daddy....please..." His begging sounded pitiful, but it was genuine need as he slowly began rocking his hips back against Torgues to try and get the inches he had yet to take inside of his cunny. Torgues let him do it, for he was trying to do something that wouldn't be happening for a good minute anyway.

"Hol' on boy, lemme get acquainted wit' it firs'." Thorn's impatience was evident in the drawn-out whine that he generated from his pouting muzzle, but soon he laid back down and let things roll Torgues' way. And that had been a good idea.

Because Torgues knew what he was doing.

That cock made short work of those eager walls, drilling right through every sudden spasming that it quaked with to try and make it slow down with pumping through its depths with so much ease and leaving Thorn a gasping mess on the couch as he was filled with the kind of dick he never knew his body truly craved up until now. His folds were clamped shut around the inches that couldn't explore the inner reaches of his cunny but it was pointless since Torgues could still move through him without any trouble.

And the old man? He was snorting almost every time he pushed forward and hit home, moving over Thorn to push his underwear down to one ankle so his balls could swing around. Hey, not all dragons had internal nuts. Anyway, with those having their own aroma to waft around and provide a concoction for Thorn to fall in love with, it was even more smooth sailing for the Drampa to let his hips smack into that furred ass and get a splash of slick coating his crotch some more. When he felt his sweat-heavy briefs get rocked hard enough to fall on the floor, Torgues held back from having the idea of gagging the fox with them and instead used the position change to really dig into that pussy. And it worked, seemingly allowing him to hit that cervix more frequently and getting Thorn to gasp in his ear as their heads lay next to each other.

For a good amount of time, nothing but the sound of a thick dick slamming into some ripe and needy pussy filled the old man's house from top to bottom, Thorn's moaning sometimes kicking up to a point where it might be heard outside by a passerby but coming up short before he could reach that octave by Torgues shutting him up with a musky digit.

"Yah ready boy...?" Torgues uttered some time later, feeling his heavy balls start prepping up a load to actually dish out after spending what felt like ages pounding some puffy fox pussy into a powerful cumfest that left the dragon's inner thighs caked in juices.

"Yea ...give it to me, daddy.... Breed me good...." Frankly, with how much Thorn was gushing around Torgues' dick, it'd be a miracle if he somehow didn't get knocked up by the Drampa. After all, dragons were virile until they were truly elderly and as Torgues explained some time ago he was middle-aged for his species. So you can bet when he bit down into Thorn's neck and started letting his seed loose against that tiny hole he was gonna beat open soon, the Zoroark was out of breath and twitching as he sucked in all of that Drampa batter into his depths. Some part of him hoped that that was the end and things could be normally, but the rest of him was dying to get more, so when Torgues' hips started going again Thorn was moaning anew.

The old man had a lot more than virility up his sleeve when it came to sex, and it showed with his unwavered energy when he kicked back up into a speed that made sure Thorn heard every *squish* of those soaked hips hitting that swollen cunt and making cum ooze out past that cock that spread him open so wide. He didn't even have the energy to moan about his orgasms anymore, nor did his walls squeeze hard enough to be a hindrance for the old man while the fox gushed some more slick onto the dragon's crotch.

It was like Thorn's body was joining in on begging Torgues to just lay his seed over some impatient eggs and really own up to the act of breeding this boy.

The Zoroark came down from his thigh with a jolt, feeling something hard knock against his pussy like someone nudging it with a fully-clenched fist. At first, he thought Torgues had pulled out while he had been out of it and tried to fist him instead. Not unwelcome, but not what he was dying to receive at the moment. But when he still felt his pussy filled to the brim with cock meat but still had that hard something waiting to get inside, Thorn's eyes widened again and he purred when he realized what it was.

Torgues had a knot. And it was thick.

The Drampa snorted as his efforts doubled to get it inside, somehow having not fucked Thorn hard enough to make those folds give in to let his sensitive flesh dive in there and let him sire some kits. Or hatchlings, whichever the boy was capable of pushing out of himself. He growled as he had to practically beat that cunt with his hips so his knot could start gaining headway and when he felt that fist-thick knob start slipping in, he stopped and focused on just moving forward.

Thorn was crying, both in tears or joy and in newfound ecstasy as Torgues pushed through the final barrier that kept the fox's uterus safe from the flood of dragon nut tainting it with its musky presence. He was glad that the old man was finally giving him the good stuff and he pushed back with all the fight he had left in him to assist in getting that knot inside...

The loud *pop* sound that was audible even to those nearby outside the house drew some attention.

Thorn's screams didn't catch anyone else's ears but Torgues, making the old man muffle the eager fox with his 'tasty' fingers as he ground his crotch against the fox's cunny now that it was stretched to its absolute limit. He didn't need to thrust anymore, feeling that pressure bubbling up in his nuts again but at a greater intensity. Only a matter of mome-

"CUM IN ME, DADDY!" Thorn's final outburst, which nearly left Torgues' ears bleeding from the repeated assault of loud noises, was swiftly followed by a warm rush suddenly making his belly round out from the near-anorexic look it held before things got started. He gasped without air, feeling the flood fill up his womb with Drampa cream and leave him fit to burst as his little teats began to plump out from the distension at play. The excess couldn't escape in full but you can bet there was still some finding their way past Torgues' dick and oozing out onto the couch.

When it was over, Thorn felt completely at peace, mind coming to a conclusion that he had been successfully left with a hefty load in his midsection and his spirit whole. When he heard Torgues snort again, he meekly turn towards that sweat-laden head and smiled towards him while he laid there to rest. This was gonna be a good life t-

Thorn was jolted out of his reverie by Torgues yanking his knot out and making a majority of the first load squirt out like his own feminine cum, the motion bringing about a spark of pain that quickly mixed into a pleasure that only he could experience.

And then, the dragon was pumping into him again like he were an alpha Arcanine and Thorn was ready to receive.