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The first day of Blake's vacation was so relaxing and comfortable that he worried he was going to sleep the whole thing away, but then, that was exactly what the proverbial doctor ordered.

Even spending a day doing nothing wasn't quite enough for him to recharge his batteries, but the promise of what the rest of the weekend would bring was giving him new life: he and a trio of his friends split the cost of the place, but there were only three bedrooms, and four of them to split the spaces.

The evening before was spent on old friends and catching up, but once everyone had picked their room and turned in for the night, it was up to Blake to decide who was going to get to spend some quality time with him first...and it only felt right that the man behind the trip was treated to the honor of the first dance.

**

Libra was close enough with Blake that he was able to tell when the slender fox was in need of a break, and further still, he knew that Blake wasn't the kind to give himself a break when it was obvious that he desperately needed one.

In so many words, he'd have to be forced to put down his work, take a few days off and get away from the world, but once he was there, the vulpine was immediately looking more comfortable than they had in weeks.

"You sure this place didn't put you guys out too much?" Blake asked. He was already stripping out of his slacks and relieving himself of the kind of outfits that he was eager to get away from for a time. "I'd hate to think that you all put yourselves in debt for me."

"It was dirt cheap," Libra explained, standing behind Blake without a single thread of clothing on his body. "And it came with a hell of a view, so...don't be surprised if you end up seeing the forest from a few different angles before the weekend is over."

Each of the bedrooms in the cabin were situated with a patio, allowing whoever had rights to Blake for the night to decide if they wanted to keep things in the privacy of the bedroom, or take things out to the patio to truly connect with nature. It was a difficult choice, given the seclusion of the cabin itself: even on the patio, no one would be able to hear what they were up to, no matter how intense matters became.

As much frustration as Blake was harboring, they were sure to become truly intense before the night was over, but the short, slender fox was still moving at the behest of the hybrid behind him, knowing that Libra would be more than happy to take the lead and take the pressure off of his old friend.

"That your way of telling me that the others already have our 'quiet time' all planned out?" Blake asked, his lips curled with a knowing, excited grin. "Because you seem more than happy to keep things indoors..."

The earlier months of the spring weren't in the same high demand as the peak months of the summer. It was just a hint chilly outside at night, and without a fire to keep them warm, Libra was more than happy to keep things indoors, and at that, right in front of the vanity mirror, where Blake was already bent over at the hip.

His backside twitched with the weight of Libra's paws upon it, and a quick glance over the shoulder reminded Blake just how much thicker and stronger the hybrid was: he knew he could say no anytime, but there was a certain emphasis behind Libra's touch as the tight, smooth cling of briefs became a thing of the past, tugged down to Blake's knees.

"I'm just happy to get things started," Libra admitted. "It's been way too long since we've had a chance to do this..."

Being friends with benefits, there was usually a sensual overtone to their interactions, but seeing the long, dripping strand of arousal that followed Blake's briefs as they were moved away told a story that Libra was eager to dive further into.

This vacation wasn't just one to get Blake away from work, but one geared toward helping him find the sweet, seemingly impossible relief he needed when his heat cycle was in full swing.

"You're telling me," Blake agreed, "But I really wish you'd stop telling me and start fucking me already."

The impatience flooded his voice just as the cool air of the cabin brushed across the subtle pout in his folds, revealing a few tiny webs of liquid arousal and an eager clench of inner walls at the air: his body was more than happy to speak up when his voice was still playing it subtle.

"So much for taking it to the patio," Libra teased.

It wasn't quite as easy as Libra standing behind the fox and taking a stance: he had to spread his legs just a little bit, and even then, Blake had to push his ass higher in the air, standing on his tiptoes until he felt the delicate moisture on his labia brushing against the full, twitching tip of Libra's cock.

The smaller creature was showing the desperation of his heat in every action he took, and when he found he needed more support, the chair in front of him proved just high enough that a push of his paws and a narrowing of his legs aligned everything just right: Libra's leaning hips guided the tip of his hybrid cock into the waiting passage and spread the first few inches with ease.

Being made of rubber had plenty of benefits, as it were; even without the plentiful, fluid desire spilling from his body, Blake would have been able to take the full girth of his friend with ease, but the overt pleasure of the juices dripping down upon Libra's shaft and the clenching walls of smooth rubber made for an experience that only those who were lucky enough to bed Blake could describe.

Even knowing it as well as he did, Libra found it tough to gather the words when he was so busy gritting his teeth together with the weight of his ecstasy.

"I didn't think...t-that you were gonna make it there," Libra explained. The hybrid's thick, toned arms wrapped down around Blake's torso and tugged his hips a little higher from the ground, making it easier to take a deep, satisfying angle of penetration. "Figured I'd just g-get right to business...fucking the heat right out of you..."

The intersexed fox didn't think one romp was going to be enough to soothe the fires of his heat: Libra realized the same thing, hence the group of friends that had come along for the journey, but he was excited to give it the first try.

In a way, he'd have bragging rights among their little social circle if he managed to pull it off, but that didn't mean Blake was going to waste the opportunity to sample so many handsome, young men in such a short amount of time...it just meant that he'd need a little more time to get warmed up before the others had their chance.

"That means you're planning on f-fucking something else into me, aren't you?" Blake asked, wincing with delight as the full, pulsing length of the hybrid spread his inner walls with a delicious girth. "Cause...I d-don't think I can stand being teased about it right now...if you're gonna cum in me, t-then you...just need to fucking do it , Libra!"

Warm, chocolate eyes gazed back, capturing the unique, chilling blue stare of the hybrid above.

Even if the words weren't enough to get the point across, an inner clench and a powerful gaze would surely do the trick for Libra, who tightened his grip around the hips of the vulpine, holding him steady.

"To be making demands like that, you must r-really be feeling the need," Libra murmured. He was trying to keep his voice down just a little bit, knowing they'd be heard across the hall...but they were all there for the same purpose, and if he was given the honor to go first, he was going to set the bar as high as he could. "Guess I shouldn't keep you waiting any longer, should I?"

The tail was already hiked, but Libra was glad to wrap his digits around the pliable, squeaky flesh and give it another tug, stretching out the visible pucker of Blake's tailhole and giving his pussy a new sensation to contend with.

There was no risk to be had in the tugging stretch, but all the bliss in the world to be felt...and Blake couldn't keep the sounds of the same under wraps as he looked in the mirror and watched Libra's expression shifting, giving a visual cue that they were about to have one hell of a mess to clean up.

"_Fuuuuck..._h-harder," Blake groaned, his head tilting back and his ears wilting with the gravity of his impending climax. "Tug it harder... please!"

Gripping the base of the tail so firmly that his claws poked upon the surface of Blake's flesh, Libra did just as he was instructed, but from there, the gloves were off: his hips pounded into the fox from behind and shook the vanity, one thrust at a time, until it was thudding against the interior wall with a thick, dull WHUD on every pass.

Humping his friend into blissful abandon, Libra was doing all he could to drag out the experience a little bit, but their bodies were travel weary and their minds were tired: that they were sneaking in a quick fuck at all gave credence to just how aroused they were on arrival, but this first act wasn't meant to last forever.

It was meant to kick off a weekend that Blake would never forget, and in that regard, it was already a romp for the ages.

"You know I can't s-stand it when you beg like that," Libra reminded his vulpine friend, but those words came too late to be a warning: the heated rush of his cum was already spilling into tight, quivering walls and threatening to pour deeper still. "It's t-too fucking much, Blake...mnnnf!"

Leaning more of his weight over the fox and placing his other paw on Blake's shoulder, Libra was giving it everything he had the rest of the way: the swing of his sack as the contents of the same were emptied gave way to a delicate pap pap pap , like a song of their flesh to accompany the sweet chorus of their impassioned moans.

Gripping the chair so tight he worried he might break the top support off in his paws, Blake seized up in place, giving himself over entirely to the overwhelming pleasure of his orgasm. A little excess seed was already spilling over his parted, tender folds and dripping over his inner thighs, but he was never worried about the mess: it'd clean up easily with a shower, even if they were sure to make an even bigger mess in the stall later on.

Right then, he was only worried about how blissful it felt to know the full volume of Libra's ejaculate, splashing around in his womb and giving him a brief, but entirely real break from his heat. It was a step in the right direction, but to call it a cure wasn't quite right...

...In that sense, it was only the first dose he needed to take.

**

Metro and Blake had an interesting friendship, though everyone would have thought it unlikely that they'd be the ones to start off the next day together.

Fresh out of a shower and cleaned up from the antics of the previous evening, Blake still found he had energy to burn, and the delicious aroma of his heat was still following his pubic mound everywhere he went: that was the first thing to capture Metro's attention when the fox knocked on his bedroom door in the morning.

The sight of the fox in nothing more than a bathrobe would have been enough for Metro to get the point, but as soon as he saw Blake standing in his cutesy pose, letting the edge of his towel slip from his waist before the door was even open, he cemented the very reason they were there in the first place.

"All cleaned up and the first place you go is my room?" he asked, snickering. "You must feel like getting messy all over again..."

"Wouldn't have come knocking if I didn't," Blake admitted. "Though I was a little worried it might take some convincing to get a little sausage out of you before breakfast."

"I wasn't quite hungry enough to eat just yet, anyway," Metro claimed. "Though...I've got a feeling you can help me work my appetite the rest of the way up."

"What if it isn't your appetite that I'm after?"

" Good. That means we're on the same page, and we can cut all this cutesy shit out."

Everyone else at the cabin was delighted to have their chance with Blake: Metro was no exception, but he didn't harbor quite the same amount of affection as the others did for the rubbery fox.

He was there to get his rocks off, and so long as he was willing to finish inside of Blake, that same vulpine was more than happy to help Metro with his sensual frustrations, no matter how sore he was going to be when they were done.

"I thought you might like a little playfulness," Blake claimed. He gave a brief roll of the eyes; he knew exactly what he was doing, stoking the fires of Metro's arousal little by little and giving him all the excuses he'd need to be as rough with the fox as he wanted. "If I was wrong about that, I suppose I can go see what Halo's up to..."

He started to turn, but before he could get anywhere, the wolf stepped around him and slammed the door to his bedroom closed.

"Like I'd honestly let you, after you came all this way..."

Blake gulped, but the hint of nerves about him was easily overwhelmed by the arousal that was growing with every rapid, excited beat of his heart.

"If he wants to stand on the other side of the door and listen to what it sounds like when you really breed someone, he's more than welcome to," Metro offered. "But whether he's listening from right there, or from all the way across the house, that's all he's gonna do while he's waiting his turn."

Sensually greedy and charged with more arousal than he knew what to do with, Metro proved his continued point by pushing down the towel when it easily would have fallen away on its own, given enough time. He was naked to start the day, and figured he'd spend most of it the same way, but as far as he knew, this was the only part of his day where that would be a practical choice.

"Can't help yourself after all, can you?" Blake asked, continuing a tease that he'd been offering to the wolf for what seemed like the better part of a year. "I knew you'd give in sooner or later..."

Metro wasn't worried about arguing that point: the fox was impossible to resist, but he was always busy when the wolf was in the mood, keeping him at arm's reach and letting him follow just close enough to appreciate the scent of his heat without getting to taste the source.

This time, the wolf was going right past the taste: a sample wouldn't be enough to satiate him, and he knew the same was true for Blake, feeling the warmth of the fox's cunt against the front of his thigh.

A cock was already emerging from the depths of Metro's sheath as he leaned into the door and pinned Blake against it, and for a moment, he thought about simply grinding upon the trapped fox, knowing their bodies could rub together in a teasing revenge; Blake needed this even more than he did, and there was no better revenge than turning the tables...

...But there was no greater pleasure than stretching a heated, rubbery fox around his cock and forcing him to beg for the very load that might impregnate him.

When it came to Metro, pleasure won out over revenge every single time.

"I was ready to give in over a month ago," Metro confirmed, his voice grating through every word of that confession. "But you just kept stringing me along, little by little, knowing damn well what I was going to do to you when I finally got my paws on you..."

"Then why don't you stop talking about it and start doing it?"

Cocking a brow, Metro made it clear that he was shocked at how far Blake could carry the teasing games between them, but he wasn't going to shut the mouth of the fox the old-fashioned way.

He wouldn't even put his cock to use for that, tempting as it was...he couldn't impregnate the fox orally, after all, and there was plenty of weekend left for him to prove that fact to himself later on.

"I was thinking of teasing you right back...just locking you in here and making you try to manage your heat for the rest of the weekend with nothing more than your fingers and your imagination," Metro confessed. "But even I'm not able to be that cruel."

Blake quivered at the thought, even as he felt his body being lifted up and into the door. "Y-you...you sure about that? I dunno if I believe you."

Light as the rubbery fox was, there was no effort for Metro to lift his smaller, slimmer body up from the floor, and the weight of lupine paws against a vulpine chest kept the fox propped in place as he dangled helplessly, his legs spreading out and trying to wrap around the wolf's hips.

He was deceptively eager; for all the nerves he'd shown, a trickle of arousal was quick to spill from the petals of his sex as it was revealed, and those juices dripped down and kissed upon Metro's cock as it emerged from the depths of his sheath.

In that way, the pair were already connected, even before Metro grinned at his target and lowered their body down toward the tip of his member.

"You can believe that I won't show you that particular cruelty...not today," Metro explained, moving his hips forth and kissing the head of his cock to the delicious, narrow part of Blake's petals. "And by not today, I mean not...r-right this moment..."

Even feeling that first, smooth part of rubbery, slick folds around the tip of his length was enough to force Metro to stammer, but Blake didn't dare to tease him about it: he'd already pushed the buttons of the hybrid wolf so many times that it wasn't worth the risk to go any further with the so-called fun and games.

He was already going to be brutalized by the slowly moving cock, and the wolf attached to it...he didn't need to risk further punishment beyond that, when he had Metro right where he wanted him.

"You really think you'll be able to get a m-moment alone with me later on?" Blake asked, his own words turning choppy as the decidedly canine shape of the cock spread his bodice wider and wider with each inch that poured into him. "Probably gonna be awfully b-busy with Halo, y'know."

"By the time I'm through with you, there won't be anything left for Halo to play with," Metro claimed.

His normally warm and comforting gaze was narrowed, and as the very hilt of his cock met with Blake, the pair shared a knowing gaze: the fox felt his lower lip drop in a desperate gape as the fires of his heat were stoked anew, and the wolf, for his part, couldn't hide his admiration at Blake being able to take the entire shaft.

Knowing that the rubbery fox was that pliable, however, spelled the end of whatever mercy Metro had left about his actions.

"You know y-you can't break me," Blake foolishly reminded the wolf, and as he did, his inner muscles clenched and tightened around the impressive shaft, daring it to try and pull back, now that the full length was buried within him. "No matter h-how hard you try..."

"Let's put that to the test, shall we?"

Metro was too experienced to be caught off guard by such a trick: impressive as it was that Blake had such control over his body, Metro was more than capable of pulling back and slamming the girth of his member forth once more, bucking Blake against the door with such force that the fox couldn't help yelping with the depth of the penetration.

There was only a little pain behind that sound...everything else was a sheer, pleasured groan as Blake took responsibility for the weeks and weeks of teasing with every pass of Metro's hips crashing into the underside of his thighs.

"Okay; m-maybe that wasn't my best idea," Blake admitted, breathless as he could be. "Fuck...o-oh fuck, Metro...if I'd know you were that big, I wouldn't have teased you all t-this time...I would have let you take me, however you wanted...h-holy fuck!"

The literal banging on the door wasn't the curious knocking of Halo from the other side, but the pummeling thrusts of Metro from the inside, his pumps lifting Blake further and further up the door and leaving his insides stretched in the most delicious way.

It was such a rapid pace that even a proper lupine like Metro couldn't keep it up forever, but he was more than happy to drive from his wide, planted legs and pound Blake into the door as many times as his body had the energy for...

...And Blake was already losing count of the minutes when he felt the first presence of Metro's knot threatening to stretch his entrance.

"W-wait, Metro! Don-

"You're trying to break this heat cycle, right?" Metro interrupted, the grin on his lips evident in his voice, even when Blake couldn't see that sinister, curled smile above him. The wolf was leaning in too close, keeping the smaller fox propped up against the door by the sheer power behind every push. "But you didn't take the knot last night...no wonder you still smell like such a needy bitch..."

Metro had plenty of experience on the subject, it seemed...and Blake was in no position to question those words, as he suckled desperately at the air, wishing he could manage a fuller breath.

Already, his petals were stretched and his passage was spilling more arousal than he needed to make the tie a comfortable one, but there was nothing that could prepare him for the pressure and weight of the bulge as it eased past the tight, narrow entrance of his slit and took hold in the front of his vaginal passage.

"You're...d-damn right I'm needy," Blake confessed, struggling to keep the waves of pleasure from rattling his entire body. His orgasm was already in the deepest of throes, but it wasn't until he felt the first powerful gush of seed against his insides, flooding his womb and tickling his passage that he was forced to throw his arms around Metro's neck, looking for any form of purchase to help control the overwhelming ecstasy. "So fill me...f-fucking fill me already, dude!"

If he could have slowed himself, that would have been the moment that Metro got his revenge...but his knot was already trapped inside by clenching, fluttering walls.

Knowing that his tie would take, the wolf couldn't ignore his instincts, and the best way to make sure that his load would take was leaving his knot right where it was as his shaft continued to throb, pumping over and over again...and with each internal pulse, Blake felt another hot, streak of cum spread across the inside of his flooded womb.

It was a heavenly sensation to know, even just a single time.

To feel it over and over again as Metro's warm, tickling breath rolled over the tips of his ears, Blake couldn't imagine that his heat would continue to bother him after breakfast, but as amazing as his romp with Metro proved to be, his heat was just persistent enough to need one more treatment, before all was said and done.

**

The aforementioned treatment took place in the great outdoors, right on the balcony of the private room that Halo was given for their weekend at the cabin.

They'd all come out there with a purpose, and in his case, this was quite the devious trip: Halo was already in a committed relationship, and the possibility that his load might be the one to break the heat was every bit as naughty as it was exciting, both for the rubbery fox and the canine that was settled beneath him.

"Can't really beat the sight of the sun setting over the edge of the mountains, can you?" Halo asked, seeing beams of gold peer over the edges of the crags, flooding what was left of their view of the evening valley. "For the deal we got on this place, I would have paid this much just for the view; the cabin is a fringe benefit, far as I'm concerned."

Looking back over his shoulder and wiggling the already messy petals of his sex over the tip of Halo's member, Blake offered a teasing grin and kissed the folds down upon Halo's tip, but didn't grant his friend the much-needed relief of penetration just yet.

"Pretty sure you can beat the sight pretty easily when you've got someone sitting in your lap and blocking most of the view," he teased. "I was about to drop out of the way a little bit, but now I'm feeling a little underappreciated."

Halo rolled his eyes, but he matched that grin with one of his own. "If you really wanted me to tug down on your hips and force you onto my dick, all you had to do was ask, y'know."

The pair had more fun dancing around the topic than they did just coming out and saying it, but once it was out there, Blake wasn't afraid to wiggle the soaking flesh of his folds upon Halo's tip once more, and in the very next instant, he felt the delicious, tight grip of the hybrid's paws around the front of his thighs, tugging him right into place and settling his tired, but entirely eager bodice upon the best seat in the house.

"W-way more fun to do it this way," Blake mentioned. "Never would h-have seen that coming...f-fuck..."

Breathing heavily and leaning back into Halo's chest, Blake had to admit that he'd pushed himself a little too far in the name of satisfying his heat, but until he was sure that he'd been bred, he wasn't going to be able to calm down; it only took a couple hours after his romp with Metro to know that he'd need another, and though Halo was more than happy to oblige, Blake was starting to wonder if anything would ever be enough to soothe him.

"So if I'm gonna wrap my arms around you and start pumping, I shouldn't warn you first?"

Blake let out a brief yelp as armed gripped tight around his slender tummy and tugged his smaller body into Halo's larger form, but even that subtle shift in angle made it easy for the hybrid to plant his feet and slam up into the rubber vulpine, stretching his passage out all over again and splashing the excess arousal from within on the chair beneath them.

The puddle that was already forming was just one of the many signs that Blake's heat was still in full force, but as arms clenched around his torso and kept him in place for a deep, hard fuck, the fox couldn't help wondering if any amount of seed was going to do the trick.

If it wasn't...he was going to have more than his fair share of fun in the process of trying; he was glad that Halo was still fresh and doing the majority of the work.

"Do whatever you w-want to me, Halo...least I c-can offer you for doing all the heavy lifting," Blake groaned, immediately overcome with bliss at the feeling a deep, driving cock stretching his insides to the brim once more. "Some pretty f-fucking good heavy lifting, too..."

The pair were good friends for a long time: that they'd eventually come to such a conclusion wasn't a guarantee, but they'd both thought about it more than enough to have given it a try.

That they were being sneaky about it was enough to bring a grin to both of their muzzles, but the closest those came to touching was a brief, tickling kiss on the back of Blake's ear as Halo faithfully pounded into him from below, racking up the thrusts by the second, rather than the minute.

"Heavy lifting? You're so light that I could take you in whatever pose you wanted," Halo claimed. "Not that I'm complaining about this one...bouncing you on my cock f-feels so fucking good, I wish we could have spent the whole weekend this way!"

With only the valley to hear the sounds of their lovemaking, the pair were unashamed: as Halo picked up the pace, his sack slapped up against the rubbery inside of Blake's thighs, letting the fox feel the sheer weight of what Halo had been saving up.

In anticipation of the trip, he knew his body was making that much more seed than it usually would, and as his claws raked over Blake's tummy and his paws clenched at his hips, the hybrid was making it clear that he was about to share every single drop with his friend, no matter what the consequences would be if that mess did what it was supposed to.

"You sure you'd be saying that if we had spent it all like this?" Blake teased, feeling the familiar, internal tickle of an orgasm, settling right at the peak of his clit. "I bet you'd be exhausted by now."

"And happily so, at that," Halo claimed. "But there's plenty of time left...f-for this to only be the f-first one I give you!"

Blake was grinning over his shoulder, looking back at Halo and stealing a quick kiss from his cheek in the middle of a longing gaze. "Don't make promises y-you can't keep, dude..."

The weight and heat of Halo's climax was evident second later, as the hybrid poured his load deep into the womb of the rubbery fox. Gush after gush of impressive, plentiful seed continued to flood the already overflowing bodice as he met with Blake's inner thighs, the pair bouncing against each other and giving the setting sun the kind of farewell that would have made any of the stars in the sky jealous.

"I never have b-before," Halo reminded his friend, digging the claws on his toes into the wooden flesh of the chair beneath him and thrusting up with such force that the excess, overflowing seed was cast across the balcony in a long, messy strands. "Trust me, I'm n-not gonna...f-fucking start now..."

Cum ran back down over the original source as long, messy trails of white spilled back out and tickled over Halo's sack, but even as his lips curled from the subtle delight, he didn't slow down in the least, wanting to make sure that he gave all of himself to the fox with every round that they shared.

He didn't know how many he had in the tank, but seeing another needy grin from Blake as they trembled together, he knew there was still plenty of work left to be done...

**

Being a rubber fox, Blake was plenty flexible enough to do whatever his friends asked of him, but he didn't think their weekend would come to a close with him having to balance all of their desires at once.

With the waning hours passing by, everyone was gathered in the living room with their things, but there were no clothes being worn until the umpteenth hour...and the lack thereof should have come as no surprise to Blake, who could still feel the combined weight of their loads swimming around in the base of his stomach.

It was an exciting...perhaps even _scary_prospect that surely, one of the men in the room with him right then would be the father of his first litter of pups: he couldn't imagine that he wasn't knocked up already, but he gave the honors to Halo to have the final shot at trying, as they nestled in close on the couch.

Blake's vaginal passage was being stuffed by the eager hybrid as they stayed in nice and tight, with the rubber fox bouncing away on his friend's lap, but the flexibility came into play once more, especially in regards to the flesh of his tail: it was being lifted out of the way by a single, tight grasp, as Libra moved into position and pressed the tip of his cock against the warmth of the exposed pucker.

Two cocks at once would have been an impressive task to begin with, but seeing what had developed as they were getting ready to leave, Metro wasn't going to leave himself out of the fun.

"Three straight days of getting your brains fucked out, and you're still this horny?" he asked, stepping to the edge of the couch and pressing the warmth of his sheath against Blake's lips. "I'm starting to think you're not even trying to get better..."

They all knew that a heat cycle didn't work that way, but after going so many rounds, it was hard for anyone to believe that Blake had a single ounce of effort left in him...even the rubbery vulpine himself was struggling to accept that he was going for a final round, but feeling the third cock emerge and push into the comforting embrace of his muzzle, he didn't dare to truncate the experience.

If anything, he was hoping they'd be able to book another day at the cabin so they could all have a turn trying the three different holes that he offered, but if this was the way the last day was going to end, he didn't have any complaints or regrets.

The messy seed in his womb was being tossed about, and his rubbery form had expanded to allow for more than he should have been able to contain, but Halo was going to leave one last load inside of him before all was said and done, and though it wouldn't help his chances of impregnation at all, Libra wasn't going to stop pumping until the last of his cum was buried deep in the tailhole of the lucky vulpine.

Metro was more than happy to finally leave a load in a different place, and as warm and slick as the curling touch of Blake's tongue was, it would only be a matter of minutes before he was grabbing the fox by the ears and yanking his throat further and further into the depths of his crotch.

"If this isn't enough to get the job done, I'll guess we'll just have to try against next weekend," Halo murmured, his voice dreamy and quiet as he rested flat on his back, letting Blake do all the work for the last bit of fun. "I dunno about you guys, but I don't have anything going on..."

Libra squeeze the backside of the fox nice and tight in his grasp, holding Blake just steady enough that the full length of his cock could slip into the tight, gripping confines of a warm, eager tailhole. "If you guys wanna book it, I'll gladly clear my calendar for another round with this ass..."

Pulling his cock free for a moment and letting it sit over the bridge of Blake's muzzle, still covered in spit, Metro watched his glistening length throb between the vulpine's eyes with an appreciative grin.

"...I've never left a job half finished before," he claimed. "If another round is what it's gonna take to knock this little bitch up...book it."