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Limo Load

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

SynTech Slushpile #9

Duncan & Darwen are © Darwen

Content warning: male, altersex/herm, size difference, excessive spooge

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“And another thing about having four legs,” Duncan said as he trotted along next to Darwen down the sidewalk, “you have twice as many opportunities to slip, you know.”

Though what the corgitaur said was true, it was unlikely to happen while trotting through the pristine plaza surrounding SynTech Tower. For nearly a block on three sides of the building, pavement, planters, and public art filled the plaza. Benches, food vendors, and, on the weekends, even performers used the area to make a living and give the tower workers entertainment opportunities. The plaza was perfectly maintained, just as the building was, and usually patrolled by a half-dozen or so otters in blue and black SynTech jumpsuits.

Duncan’s four wide footpaws made easy and non-slip contact with the pavement as he jogged along next to the orca next to him. His large, triangular ears twisted around, constantly alert like his eyes. The insiders of his ears had a coat of fluffy white fur, while the outsides were mostly a smooth medium brown with a patch of darker gray at the bases each each, to either side of the light gray hair. His hair formed a natural puffed peak in the front and featured spots of dark gray; the light on dark coloring continued over the back of his head and spread across his shoulders, back, hips, and the top of his tail. In the front, the white fur around Dunacn’s short and wide muzzle spread across his neck and narrowed into a band between his pecs, before spreading outwards again over his muscular abdominals and inner thighs of his forelegs. All four of the taur’s legs were brown with white-socked feet. The securitaur’s furry pelt rippled and pulled across the powerful muscles working in unison to make his body move, especially his hind haunches.

The large orca rolled his eyes as he strode along through the plaza, heading from the south side to the east side, where several lanes routed away from the main road to create a large area for taxis, buses, and corporate vehicles to pick-up and drop-off passengers. Darwen drew more attention on the walk through the plaza than Duncan thanks to his height and size. His massive chest easily filled the formal black suit hanging from his shoulders, barely hiding the roundness of his pecs or the thickness of his belly. A huge tail draped from the back of the reinforced seat of the pants and curled slightly off the ground as the orca’s powerful legs kept his pace up, which accounted for Duncan’s bouncing trot alongside to keep up. The black-and-white skinned male glanced to his side at the Securitaur. The taur’s ears barely reached as high as Darwen’s chest - Duncan was almost three full feet shorter than the orca despite his long taurbody. Darwen let his eyes linger on the long, thick four-legged lower body of the corgitaur and licked his lips.

“Are you still complaining about that?” the orca grunted. “Didn’t you think that over before you got the job?”

He peeked at the corgitaur’s powerful and stubby legs, thick and floofy haunches, and the imposing bulges currently held up in sleek black straps and fabric, which wrapped around the canine’s fore- and rear-malenesses and hips like jockstraps modified to accommodate the taur’s physiology. A plain back coat hung around Duncan’s upper body, resting on top of a white button-up shirt and black tie. The powerful taur’s arms filled the suit coat, adding definition to the fabric with each bouncing step. The straps around his upper forelegs connected to the black pouch containing an impressive bulge hanging from between his hips, as well as connecting to a belt that strapped around his upper belly underneath the coat flaps. It held various tools the bodyguard needed to perform his job protecting the SynTech VIP. It was a little strange, though, that the corgitaur, who was relatively short and small compared to the seven-and-a-half-foot-tall orca, was the bodyguard, and not the other way around.

“It’s surprisingly hard to really consider all of the options,” Duncan said, eyes remaining straight ahead as he spoke, “when the person offering you the job is also shoving several feet of orca dick up your backside.”

Darwen grinned.

The corgi’s multicolored pelt shifted as he walked up to the side of a large electric SUV stretch limo parked on the street outside the huge SynTech Tower. Duncan pulled open the door, revealing a richly upholstered interior. The orca leaned over and stepped inside, pulling his finned tail through before Duncan closed the door. The Securitaur walked to the front of the limo, had a chat with the beefy rabbit driver behind the wheel, and then walked back to the other end of the SUV. He pressed his hand up against a panel on the rear, and the whole thing lowered outwards until the top hit the pavement, taking just a few seconds to descend and form a ramp for the large, muscular taur to pad up and into the limo.

Duncan had to lean his upper torso over as he squeezed inside and lowered himself onto his belly, all four legs folded neatly underneath him. Darwen watched, an amused smile splitting the orca’s black upper jaw from his white lower jaw.

“I wouldn’t be able to even get in the limo if they didn’t install that ramp. Don’t know why you think it’s funny,” the corgi grunted.

“Would you rather run along beside it?” Darwen asked. “I can tell the driver not to take the highway.”

Duncan rolled his eyes. Darwen leaned back in the plush chair and lifted his feet. The orca’s large, muscular calves descended on the taur’s long lower backside as the orca’s grin stretched even wider.

“Don’t mind me, just getting comfortable,” Darwen grunted.

“I’ve told you before, I’m a bodyguard, not furniture,” Duncan said, though the corgi’s stubby tail wiggled despite himself as the large orca’s muscular legs draped across his wide side.

The orca leaned back and fished his phone out of his pocket, reading the latest reports and messages from his various teams.

“You sure about that?” he asked, glancing past the phone to the corgi’s multi-colored tan, gray, and white pelt. “You certainly seemed to enjoy being my mattress last night.”

The limo bounced over an uneven street and the taur’s eyes widened as his back end bounced down over his package. He quickly shifted position, shoving his hind legs to the side and twisting his upper torso so that he was leaning against the bench seat opposite the orca. The big, muscular whale’s eyes scanned the corgi’s soft, fuzzy, tan-furred underbelly as he splayed, especially the large package wrapped up in a discreet black cloth. He licked his lips and tried to focus on the corgi’s face as he felt a stirring in his loins. The orca blinked and took a breath, though he had to ignore Duncan’s scent and the urges running through him. They were on their way to an important launch event - there was no time for any fun right now. With a sigh, Darwen pulled his socks and shoes back on.

Duncan stuck close to the orca all through the event, eyes constantly scanning the crowd as he shadowed the big male for the next several hours. The canine was discreet, or at least, as discreet as a corgitaur with shaggy hindquarters, a muscular frame, and what were clearly a pair of magnum sized dongs bouncing along strapped up between his hind legs and forelegs.

Darwen found himself distracted by the canine more often than he should have been, considering how much glad-handing he had to do. Important company executives milled around in the large, expensive restaurant, the entirety of which was rented out for the event. A live band played soft jazz music in the corner as the orca went around the room shaking hands and paws and making small talk. Fortunately, the launch for the newest generation of transformative suits went without a hitch, and the party now was more to make sure everyone knew it was Darwen’s project. He fended off clingers-on with ease, wading past other executives jealous of his success and seeking to steal a little glory through proximity. Duncan shadowed him the whole while, subtly maneuvering his long body to block the overeager from approaching too quickly.

After three hours, Darwen had enough. The clearly grumpy orca grunted replies to the shiny-faced young feline executive jabbering at him about increased synergy flows and recursive supply configurations based on AI predictions. An empty plastic cup squeezed between Darwen’s large white fingers until they curled completely around the plastic, crushing it into a little ball and showing off the size of the big orca’s white-gloved fist and arm.

Duncan, seeing the orca needed an excuse to leave, stepped up and whispered something in his boss’s ear. The orca nodded and made a brusque apology to the crestfallen junior executive, then followed the corgi through the crowd. The orca found the sight of the taur’s ham hocks lifting and falling with all that associated light brown and tan fur a much more pleasant sight to track than the crowds of people still trying to get a word in with him. Sometimes, he thought, success was more complicated than he’d like.

The limo was waiting in the street when Duncan finally cleared a path out of the building and down the steps for the orca. The cool night air ruffled his fur as he opened the door and the orca clambered in. After repeating the routine of checking in with the driver before boarding himself, Duncan settled onto the floor of the limo again. Darwen let out a sigh.

“We shouldn’t release products so often,” he grunted.

The corgi grinned. “Would be out of business if we do that.”

“Hmmm…”

The orca’s eyes closed briefly, then cracked open and stared at the corgi. His large, smooth head turned towards the front of the limo, where he could see the back of the driver’s head. The rabbit’s long ears stood partially upright, with both folded over at the tips. She had white fur with a splotchy, Dalmatian-like black pattern filling in the canvas across the back of her neck and head, along with a short crop of bright red hair.

“Have you seen the latest product demo?” the orca asked, glancing back towards Duncan.

The corgi shook his head as he adjusted his hind legs and forelegs into a more comfortable arrangement between the limo’s bench seats. “No, I haven’t. I was part of the security team outside the event.”

Darwen kicked off his shoes, then used his large toes to pull off his black socks. Duncan’s muzzle dropped open, already panting as he recognized what the orca was preparing to do.

“Maybe I should fix that. After all, one of the perks of working for my department is access to the latest tech,” Darwen said, his voice lowering a little, deeper and quieter as he pressed his large feet forward and slid the soles against the corgitaur’s large, low-slung underbelly. Duncan’s eyes closed and his tongue fell over his lips as the muscular taur relaxed.

“Perks… yeah… latest…” Duncan mumbled, clearly not listening anymore as Darwen kneaded his toes into the canine’s deep fuzz.

Darwen grinned and leaned to the side without disrupting the belly rubs. He opened a small compartment set into the seats. Reaching past some short, wide glasses and a bottle of whiskey, he grabbed a small handset and held it to his lips while pushing in the button. After a few short directions to the driver, the car slowed and turned off the main road. Duncan glanced over at the orca, an eyebrow lifting to ask where they were going, but the big male just leaned back in his seat and spread his arms out to either side of the headrest, smirking from one side of his muzzle to the other.

“There’s no detour planned in the schedule for tonight,” Duncan said, but the big orca ignored him and shrugged as the vehicle went down even less travelled roads with fewer stoplights.

“Better not to do this demo where any corporate spies could see it, don’t you think?”

The corgi looked around, watching as the streets darkened, before the long, tall limo pulled into the parking lot of an empty building and parked behind, out of sight of the street.

“Why are we stopping he- ooooh,” Duncan said, suddenly grinning as he felt the car shifting.

Looking to the front, the corgi saw the large rabbit was already climbing out of the driver’s seat and walking around towards the back door of the car. There was a large smile plastered across her muzzle as she pulled open the door to the limo and stepped inside.

“You boys invite me back here for a reason, or what?”

The rabbit’s red lips pushed together. They were painted to match her short, fiery hair. The chauffeur’s jacket and matching pants clung to her heavyset figure. She was thick in the middle, with few curves, and a flat chest. The black slacks of her driving uniform were smooth and wrinkle-free from the hips to the hems.

Darwen nodded as he pulled his shoes and socks off again and tossed them towards the front of the limo.

“I’d like you to assist me in providing my bodyguard here with a demo of that latest bit of SynTech kit,” the orca said.

The driver grinned and lifted her fingers to her jacket, already undoing the buttons as she spoke. “He hasn’t seen it in action yet?”

The orca smirked as the corgi’s head turned back and forth between them. “Seen what?”

Duncan patted the bench seat next to him and the shorter rabbit flopped down, legs spreading and smile growing as she and the orca pulled off their jackets, leaving both in only button-up long-sleeves shirts. Darwen filled his out nicely, the buff male’s shoulders and biceps clearly visible against the fabric, while the rabbit’s frame left a bit more sag and drift in the cloth. Duncan watched, wondering what they were doing.

“Let’s see,” Darwen said, shifting down the bench seat. “Here ought to work.” The rabbit followed, and the two ended up in the aisle in front of the corgitaur’s upper torso. The black and white orca and spotted black and white rabbit grinned, fingers wrapping around the seam of buttons running over their chests.

“What kind of demonstration is this?” Duncan asked, both paws lifted halfway as his eyes widened.

FLOOMP! POMP!

The corgitaur’s thick hind end slid two feet back down the long limo towards the back ramp door. His arms stretched wide to the sides, and his muzzle and head disappeared between the two massive pairs of breasts that suddenly filled the interior. The corgi’s grunts and groans vibrated through the huge tits - a pair of sleek, warm, whiny white orbs capped with fat, solid black nubs from Darwen, and a pair of furry white round bosoms from the rabbit. The driver’s were, if anything, larger proportionally than the orca’s; they were wider than her shoulders by a good two feet and completely obscured her belly and thighs. The right breast flattened in front against the corgi’s chest and on the side against Darwen’s breast, while the other squeezed into around Duncan’s flexing arm.

Darwen grinned as he leaned forward. Being overall larger than the rabbit, his massive mammaries smacked loudly as they bounced forward, taut and firm and plump, easily forming up against the taur’s chest and belly. The orca’s rippling, hard muscle gut pressed from beneath, but the front of his black pants remained flat and calm despite how hard and stiff each of the black nips capping his breasts looked.

And felt. Duncan slid both of his paws inwards, across the orca’s sleek skin and the rabbit’s velvet fur, until each paw wrapped around one teat each and squeezed, urging out several low groans and huffed gasps.

“And now… for the second part… of the demonstration!”

Darwen closed his eyes and waited just a moment, shivering at the touch of the corgi’s soft pads along his sensitive nipple, then stood up until his head and shoulders pushed into the ceiling. The rabbit followed suit, and pulled her shirt off full, leaving her bare from the hips up. Her massive breasts hung low, pulled by gravity, as she leaned over and smirked up at the corgi, her paws quickly moving to her hips once she pulled off her shit.

The orca nodded, and simultaneously, they tugged at the belts holding up their pants. With their hands, they pushed down their pants and underwear at the same time.

THWAP WHAP!

A pair of monstrously large malenesses surged from the hips of the rabbit and orca, both smacking against Duncan’s chest and belly before flipping upwards. Darwen’s white stalk flexed to full hardness, long enough for the black crown to disappear into the taut white cleavage of his enormous breasts. The rabbit’s onyx shaft hardened just as quickly, though only a few inches were visible between her full white-furred sheath and the deep, inviting cleavage. Her fat cock was just as thick as Darwen’s, surprisingly, but wasn’t as long, making it a juicy, stubby piece of maleness that Duncan couldn’t quite staring at. The rabbit groaned and used her paws to squeeze her breasts together around her immense schlong as the corgitaur watched, muzzle dropping. How these two incredibly thick, oversized cocks could be kept hidden from view so completely was a technical marvel.

“And now,” Darwen said, his voice nearly a purr as a rumble of pleasure and excitement welled up inside his large, broad mouth, “for the third part of the demonstration.”

“Let me guess,” Duncan said, both hands reaching into the cleavage displayed before him, wrapping around the tips of the huge lengths hidden within. “Is this the audience participation segment?”

The patchwork of dark gray on light gray covering the corgitaur’s shoulders and flanks came into view as he pulled off his jacket and shirt with Darwen’s help. The rabbit and orca squeezed forward, hips and breasts pressing into Duncan’s upper body, leaning him back so that his shoulders hung over the middle of his long lower body. His paws squeezed and groped, sliding up and down the fat, throbbing malenesses presented to him, and his muzzle opened, wrapping first around Darwen’s large black nubs before switching to the rabbit’s pink nipples, each time suckling and slobbering, his broad muzzle stretching and filling with nipple as the moans and gasps of the two filled the air and made his ears perk up.

Using his paws, Duncan pulled the two huge length forward, pulling the glistening malenesses free. He pressed his muzzle forward, wrapping his lips around Darwen’s shaft. The tip pushed in, fattening up his cheeks, as four huge breasts draped over and around his head and shoulders. The orca’s hips pumped forward, and Duncan’s eyes squeezed shut harder. The rabbit’s cock thrust as well, gliding through his fingers and stroking along his chest and neck. He couldn’t hear anything but the pounding of his own blood rushing through his body as he pulled off the orca’s cock with a wet slurp and immediately went for the rabbit’s.

The chauffeur’s hips immediately sank forward. Duncan’s throat bulged as he felt his nose grind into her lower belly, the scent of her arousal sparking even higher lust in the corgitaur. After a few moments of thrusting wetly into the corgi’s muzzle, the rabbit let out a low moan, tongue hanging over her plump black lips, and her hips dragged back, leaving strands of pre-cum hanging from Duncan’s muzzle before they fell into the huge white-furred and white-skinned pairs of balls squeezing into his belly. Darwen’s cock pushed forward, replacing the rabbit’s within seconds, and as if trying not to be outdone, the orca’s fingers wrapped around Duncan’s head and pulled him forward. The corgitaur’s muzzle scrunched as his throat bulged. He swallowed rapidly, both hands shoving forward flat between the breasts and balls and cocks to grip Darwen’s straining, powerful thighs. The orca’s hips shoved forward again and again, thrusting deep, grinding in, working the corgi’s throat open until Darwen let out a big, deep sigh. The canine’s nose squeezed into the moist white lower belly of the orca’s large muscle gut, his fat shaft fully embedded, hard and aching and flexing each time Duncan swallowed and squeezed around it.

By the time both rabbit and orca satisfied themselves with the canine’s muzzle, they’d traded back and forth a dozen times. Thick strands of pre-cum, both rabbit and orca in type, soaked into Duncan’s fur, wetting down his face and chest as he licked his lips clean.

The chunky, fat-dicked rabbit turned around and backed up against the corgitaur as Darwen shifted around, sliding his feet between the corgi and the bench seats as he worked his way down towards the other end of the shuddering canine-taur’s body. Duncan’s eyes closed as he wrapped his paws around the rabbit’s full, firm breasts, each heavy orb filling and spilling over his fingers as he clutched at them, dimpling the white fur and black spots. Her head leaned back over his shoulders as her hips slid up against his thick forecock, clenching the knot between her glutes as she did. Duncan growled and moaned, his hind legs lifting his rear end up as he felt paws grope at his backside and haunches.

Duncan and the rabbit both let out gasps as the taur’s frontside pitched forward. His forelegs spread for support as his massive knot flexed into the rabbit’s rump. She groaned, huge breasts flopping even as the canine’s hands squeezed harder and deeper around them. The corgi’s hind legs suddenly spread as warm, soft weight pushed up from beneath his body, squeezing into the several feet of thick canine cock jutting from between his flanks. His swollen sac disappeared into the sleek white cleavage of the orca’s body as Darwen made his way up the underside from behind, on his back, shoulders grinding over the carpet. The corgi’s hind legs spread around the orca’s huge body, draping around his sides. Duncan groaned with lust, cock bucking as the orca’s surprisingly firm and large breasts squeezed around the tip and knot before pulling away and forcing Duncan’s forelegs to spread.

Darwen ended up on his back with the canine’s long taurbody draping over and around his chest and belly. The orca’s muscle gut lifted the canine’s lower belly, pinning the squirming, gasping male’s thick knotted shaft between the orca’s muscles and the canine fur. Darwen’s pecs bounced as Duncan’s forelegs squeezed around his shoulders. The orca’s head pushed right between the rabbit’s spread legs, and his arms reached through a moment later so that he could wrap his massive white hands around the rabbit’s thickness and pull it down towards his muzzle.

Darwen thrust his hips upwards as Duncan bent his hind legs, sitting his wide and fluffy hocks down atop the fat, broad black crown of the white shaft. The taur’s body was knocked forward into the rabbit’s backside. Their moans echoed in unison as Darwen pumped again, long and slow strokes that maximized the contact of his hard, heavily veined shaft and the corgi’s thick, full rump. The rabbit’s massive, stubby cock pointed down, the same midnight black as the loose array of spots covering her plush white pelt. A pair of white-furred balls pulled up into a dense sphere underneath as she felt the taur’s forehips pull back and line up under her wispy tail.

The point of Duncan’s canine length speared forward. The rabbit’s ears flopped back after momentarily pointing straight upwards, losing their twin folds for a second. The rabbit’s muzzle dropped open in a huge, satisfied smile as she felt the thick canine shaft invade, right up until the huge knot flexed against the tight, clenching ring of her tail hole. The rabbit’s muzzle snapped shut and she squeaked, eyes going wide, when she felt a muzzle wrap around the tip of her cock. Her head dropped, staring past her flopping, shivering chest towards the orca laying on his back beneath them. His wide muzzle squeezed around the thick black tip of her relatively short shaft, and the urethra bulged outwards as the large, muscular male’s tongue forced its way down. Her hips shivered, and she wasn’t sure what to do: push herself back against the fantastically thick knot grinding under her tail, or pump down against the tongue grinding her shaft into a whole new plane of pleasure.

Darwen closed his eyes as he pumped his hips, enjoying the clenching and the noise from above. The taste of the rabbit filled his muzzle as he kept the tip locked between his lips. His tongue darted down, wiggled, and pulled out, each time distending the rabbit’s thick cock. He could taste her pre-cum as she moaned and panted, her voice coming out in short and sharp squeaks that made Duncan’s ears perk up all the way. The taur’s lower belly flattened against the orca’s muscle gut, trapping and massaging the taur’s larger hind-cock between them. Duncan’s huge balls draped around the top of Darwen’s shaft, spilling over the orca’s thighs as the massive black stalk and white crown disappeared to the hilt once again inside the corgitaur’s multicolored backside.

Darwen reached upwards and shoved his paws into the rabbit’s large breasts, sinking his hands in up to the wrists. Her squeal of pleasure came with a pulsing in his muzzle as he forced his tongue even deeper. The rabbit’s plump belly and rump jiggled madly as she lifted her legs, held aloft above the orca’s chest entirely by the thick canine cock still trying to knot her tight, clasping rump. Darwen’s cheeks filled with seed as she came, pushed quickly over the edge by the rough pounding and the teasing muzzle of the muscular orca. The big male closed his eyes again as dribbles of seed spilled from the corners of his mouth, while lower, his massive hips lurched upwards, making the whole limo rock up and down each time he pounded his immense thickness between Duncan’s squeezing cheeks.

Duncan was the next to fire off. The corgi could only make it a few minutes after the rabbit erupted. His claws scraped over her belly as he shoved forward, knot grinding harder, making her squeal in one long tone that rose in pitch until the corgi locked in. Their dual moan filled the back of the limo with noise as the corgitaur’s upper body leaned forward, pressing hard against the rabbit’s backside, while his hind end slammed down against the orca’s thrusting hips. Duncan’s fingers dug deep into the rabbit’s large breasts as she squeezed back into him; her wide hips flattened against Darwen’s enormous breasts as thick seed dribbled down from her plump rump to the orca’s cleavage.

Darwen maintained control for a good amount of time after that. He kept stroking his cock into the taur’s body, each time forcing the four-legged securitaur to hump against the rabbit wrapped around his knot, which in turn forced her thick shaft more firmly against the orca’s piercing tongue. The cycle continued until Darwen milked another round of orgasms out of the taur and rabbit, his grin stretching as the floor of the limo around him gradually filled with a thick layer of pungent, musky seed.

Darwen’s musclegut shoved upwards, tight and hard against the taur’s underbelly as Duncan’s long, knotted hindcock fired, causing a white, goopy mess to roll down over the orca’s sides. The tip of the pointed pink canine cock flexed into the orca’s cleavage, creating a series of rivulets that crossed the white muscles of his belly down towards the black skin wrapping up the orca’s backside. Darwen went harder, faster, and the limousine bounced on its shocks, a foot or more each time, creaking and groaning even louder than the rabbit and canine as the orca’s biceps bulged, pecs hardened, breath coming faster and faster as he approached his peak, needing to just feel the tight warmth of his securitaur’s rump jam down around his maleness once… more… before…

“Nnnggghhh!”

The orca’s groan overwhelmed the other two. The rabbit’s eyes widened as she felt the corgitaur firing off deep inside her guts, while the orca’s tongue wriggled around at the base of her cock, deep down in her urethra, fishing out every last drop of seed she produced from her white-furred balls. The corgitaur’s back legs splayed outwards, unable to hold his own weight, collapsing him down on the still-thrusting orca’s hips. Pungent white cum shot back out from the corgi’s rump as even more filled his long underbelly, fattening him up and weighing him down pleasantly across the orca’s broad, powerful torso, fur on the smooth white flesh of the grunting, shivering male.

The rabbit’s hips pulled at Duncan’s knot as the corgi’s fingers stroked back up, clutching at her heavy breasts and pulling at her nipples. The hard nubs filled Duncan’s paws as Darwen shifted his grip, leaning forward so as to squeeze the rabbit tighter down around the corgi’s front-side shaft and knot. The orca’s hands pushed the corgi’s backend, tightening the seal and making more of the orca’s thick, warm seed gush inside, filling and claiming the thick-hipped corgi as the orca’s own. His loud rumbles and pleasured moans filled the cab as the rabbit and the corgi were reduced to pants and whimpers.

The wide-hipped lapine’s eyes crossed as Darwen tickled his tongue all the way out of her length and pulled his muzzle away, followed by a few spurts of buncream across his thick neck.

“Nothing like relaxing after a big event,” the orca grunted. “Two or three more of those and I think we’ll be good. Heh heh… still complaining about four legs now, Duncan? Don’t see you slipping, do I?”

The corgi’s eyes closed, chest heaving, as he felt the big, muscular male’s body shifting beneath him, resuming the rough, deep pounding. The rabbit gasped a moment later as the orca’s tongue returned, tormenting her thick, fat shaft anew.

The orca closed his eyes, smirking as he shoved his tongue deeper, feeling the flexing cock react immediately, and shifted his hips next, getting Duncan to let out another one of those cute, high-pitched half-growl, half-gasps that Darwen just couldn’t get enough of. As more thick seed spilled around the orca’s muscular, prone figure, he upped the pace and squeezed his paws harder around the bodies of the other two. Hopefully he’d be able to write off the limo as a business expense later.

The end