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Watersports

Matteh

"Wait. Hang on."

Lukas froze where he sat at the sensation of the border collie's legs tightening on his shoulders. Already he had worked himself up a bit from the thought of being held in such a compromising position like this, Katy sitting atop the couch behind him with him lounging in front, his shoulders just beneath her knees, his head conveniently placed so that all he needed to do was tilt back and he'd be able to see up her skirt. She had pushed him down there, of course, and he hadn't been able to tell her no.

The otter blinked and leaned his head back, careful not to look up underneath that hem of fabric. Or - careful not to make it too obvious that he was looking. He wet his lips. "What? What's up?"

Katy pointed back to the screen in front of them. "Look. Look at that."

So he did. He'd already seen this movie a few times before, but had wanted to show it to her; he waited for the next interaction, frowned, and tilted his head again. There wasn't anything really notable about it. He waited another second to see if he had missed something, then turned to look up at her again... and paused when he saw her with her head back, eyes closed, and mouth just barely open.

His lips formed the shape of her name but no sound came out. Her eyes fluttered partially open and she motioned back to the TV; he looked there, glanced back, saw her eyeing him, and turned again. Lukas kept his ears perked and eyes to the side, trying to see if he could keep her in his field of vision, and - then she sighed and shivered around him, her legs squeezing down on his collar a little more firmly. The dog's skirt brushed along the back of his head and neck and spilled over his shoulders, trickling down and...

And that wasn't fabric. Warm, hot in fact, and definitely liquid; it blossomed against the back of his neck and poured out over his shoulders, soaking quickly through his shirt and the fur underneath. As soon as he realized it Lukas tried to jerk upright, only for Katy's legs to clamp down around his shoulders, her footpaws crossing in front of his chest, and yank him back to the source of the heat. It didn't take long for the scent to wrap up around him as well, the salty weight of canine heat slipping its fingers around his jaws and up into his nose while her acrid mark continued to pour down his shoulders.

He swallowed and shifted, trying to work himself free. His shirt plastered further against his body. "Hey! Katy-"

"Oh. Oh, my. Oh, dear." The collie loosened her thighs a bit, allowing Lukas to finally come forward. He turned to glare at her, though her spread legs quickly caught his gaze: she leaned back on the couch and drained herself straight through her panties, the yellowish fluid streaming out from among the now darkened, dampened material, slathering it against her body and bringing into full sharp detail its source hidden beneath. "It's getting all over the couch, and the floor. Oh, gosh. If only there were someone here to keep this from happening..."

Lukas wanted to roll his eyes, wanted to glare and sigh, but - it really was getting everywhere. He grumbled, hoping that his crossed legs would help to hide the arousal that stirred in his pants, then turned himself fully around. Katy lifted her legs up to allow him to do so, her lip piercing glittering among her sly grin and her skirt drifting up along her thighs, just showing more of herself as she continued to destroy his couch. Then the otter hooked his arms under her raised legs, yanked her closer to the edge - she yipped with the sudden movement - and pressed his lips up against the source of the trickling, mouth pushing in against the already-soaked fabric.

But there was still almost nothing he could do to stem the tide. Katy giggled softly and brought a paw up to her muzzle, one of her legs kicking in growing pleasure as Lukas held himself there: he closed his eyes and felt her fill his maw, hot piss pouring out through the fabric and pooling in his mouth, streaking over his tongue, dribbling down the sides of his cheeks. He swallowed once, shivered against the salty, musky bite, swallowed again, swallowed again, and then had to turn to sucking the moisture out of her panties. The collie lifted herself up a bit, now bracing her footpaws against the table behind him, so that he could more fully enclose his jaws around her; he felt her push, trying to squeeze her stream more forcefully out into his mouth, truly giving him no choice but to continue slurping and drinking.

Already he could feel her taste overtake his breath, so that he could smell that mark every time he paused to draw in a breath. Lukas squeezed his paws around her thighs and drew her closer to him, flicking his tongue up along the divot in the center of her panties from which her mark continued to spill, just now starting to taper off to a finish. Still it dripped and dribbled from the corners of his mouth and chin, the otter unable to keep up with her flow through the soaked underwear; even after she had fully finished he remained there sucking at her, drawing in both the salty taste of her piss as well as warm air tainted by her musk.

The dog shivered and giggled again, that paw still up at her muzzle. She squirmed where she sat, then drew in a hiss as she settled onto a wet spot in the cushion. "S-sorry about that..." she rumbled, her other paw slowly trailing down to scritch between the otter's ears. "I just couldn't help myself."

Lukas opened his eyes again, trying to put more frustration in his gaze than he really felt. At least she wouldn't be able to see his full arousal from up there. "Mmm."

"But, y'know, while you're down there..." Katy tilted her head, gave her piercing a tug beneath her upper lip, then shifted Lukas's head away. He watched, enraptured and also softly panting, as she slid a pair of fingers down beneath her soaked, dripping panties and tugged them to the side. "Might as well finish what you started, right? You've seen the movie before. But I can still-"

Her breath caught in her throat when he clamped his lips down on hers again, already sucking and slurping the rest of her mark out of those sleek, wet folds.

"-tell you what happens, if you'd... like..."

Watersports

RussetPotato

Shen leaned back and sighed, paws gripping the arms of the chair as he made himself sink into relaxation. Still his body shook and shivered with the force of that unexpected orgasm, the slick stickiness dribbling down along his underside and catching in his fur as the otter between his legs nosed up into that spot between the base of his shaft and his balls, length softening gradually atop his snout. Warm turquoise eyes looked up at him, Lukas gently lapping along his sack while he waited.

"Go on," the otter murmured, breath hot and humid between Shen's legs. That sensation sent another twitch through the feline's body, shaft bouncing, rocking, then settling back down across his nose; his head glistened with gathered cum and lube both, coming off in little drips along the other male's fur. "I'm ready whenever you are."

"Are you sure? Just, like, right-" Shen gritted his teeth as another throb lanced through him. Lukas closed his eyes with another little squirt of his remnant load emptying out between his eyes. "Right here?"

In response the otter nodded, using the movement to lift his head up and rest the tip of the cat's cock right there against his lips. Shen grimaced - lube never tasted good - but Lukas didn't seem to mind, running his mouth back along his shaft, rolling his foreskin forward until he could gently pinch it there between his lips. Shen squirmed with the feeling of those supple, sensitive folds rubbing and sliding over one another, slickened by the lube and his own load, but if anything it just brought him closer and closer to this growing urgency.

He swallowed, gritted his teeth again, tried to prick his retractable claws back out of the arms of the chair, then took in a slow, deep breath... and started to let it right back out, a hot, tingling relief already stirring in his loins. He felt the sizzling heat of his piss as it started to rush out of him, flowing out through his half-soft length and then pouching out within his foreskin, held shut there between the otter's lips.

The lube meant that Lukas could not quite get a solid seal, though. Shen rolled his head forward and watched as that pocket of sensitive skin swelled and ballooned out, filling with his own scent and warmth - then started to spray out the side from the growing pressure. Lukas held his gaze for a moment longer and then closed his eyes, paw running down to Shen's base just as his muzzle dove down a little further as well; the cat shivered then as Lukas let his tongue slip into the folds at the front there, keeping most of the pressure against him while Shen continued to fill up. Slick warmth growing, stirring, flowing around his still-sensitive head, that tightness continuing to rise as Lukas managed to find a firmer grip - and then he released his lips, all of that gathered mark spraying out, flooding into his mouth, while his tongue remained in place there beneath the rim of his skin.

Shen couldn't help but twitch in response to that, his shaft bouncing between the otter's lips. Lukas's head bobbed as he swallowed that first mouthful, swirling his tongue in around the rim, briefly breaking and splattering Shen's mark into his mouth, before he parted his lips and dropped back. Immediately the cat tried to tense up to avoid making a mess, but his body had other plans and kept on going, the muscles of his loins refusing to comply.

Lukas pushed his paw down along Shen's length, rolling his foreskin back as he did so. It now glistened and glittered with fresh, clear wetness, his slightly yellowish stream spraying for a moment and then arcing up and out across his snout, lips, lolling tongue, and chest; he leaned forward and waved the aim slowly back and forth, letting it soak through his fur and trickle down his body to gather along his legs. It brought Shen a deep, indulgent pleasure to see how much the otter enjoyed this, his own hard cock twitching and bouncing between his legs.

Once more he released the cat's length and came forward to nuzzle up alongside it, keeping one eye half-open to watch. Those now damp paws curled up and around Shen's thighs, pulling himself in deeper so he could nuzzle and lap along the base of his length, each movement of his muzzle making it lift up and spray out over his back a little bit more, the warmth and scent wafting up and tickling at Shen's sensitive nose.

The cat swallowed and brought a paw to his mouth, relief and pleasure stirring within him in equal portions. Slowly he reached down with his other, waited for permission from the otter - Lukas opened his other eye and slid back a bit to see what he would do - then picked himself up, rolled his skin up towards his tip, bunched it there, rolled back again, then once more rolled forward, and now pinched himself shut. Lukas licked his dripping lips again and straightened up, blue eyes flashing up towards him once more before he leaned forward, opened his maw, positioned himself there with his lower jaw resting softly against Shen's balls - then jumped just slightly when the cat released it again, emptying another flood of fresh mark directly into his mouth.

Lukas came forward, tongue out, and rested Shen's cock there to directly pipe the rest into his mouth, throat pulsing and rising up with each open-mouthed swallow, until he had no more to give. Shen sighed again, his deliberate relaxation turning into a fuller push to try to dump out the last few drops, straining there within his foreskin before coming free; Lukas felt this lull and closed his lips around him again, tongue swirling up and in, suckling softly to draw out the last of that slickness. Again and again Shen twitched with the sensitivity, until his claws poked out and dug into the arms of the chair again.

The otter between his legs gave one more swallow, dove down until his nose nudged against his belly, then drew back again and let his breath out in a soft sigh. Lips still resting against Shen's shaft, he looked up at the cat once more.

"Okay," he said, and licked his lips. "Wanna switch spots? It's my turn."

Portal Play

Peegus

Kopa kept his paw pressed against his forehead while he worked, drawing idle scratches and doodles in an attempt to look like he was actually keeping focused on taking notes. Naturally the leopard had taken a seat in the back corner of the lecture hall and now kept himself with his muzzle angled away from the other students, but he wasn't sure just how much of this he could get away with.

There was only so much spluttering, gagging, and half-suppressed panting and moaning that he could keep down, after all, what with the thick, fully hard shaft pushing down his throat and throbbing atop his tongue, jutting out from the interior of his face mask as though it belonged there. Which, in a way, it did: he had been the one to offer the other end of the portal to Six earlier this morning before classes started, and then he had deliberately set out a half-hour early so the two could test it out, Kopa staying hidden in one of the bathroom stalls over in the geoscience building where nobody would disturb him.

What an amazing device, really. There was no denying that it had felt a little bit strange to press the fabric of the other side up against and into his maw, trying to work his tongue through and against the puckered tailhole that Six presented to the other side, and then even weirder when he pushed it down into his lap and saw - but did not feel - the bulge of his own erection disappear, as though he had nothing there. If he sat back and closed his eyes though, Six using his transported cock like a living dildo, he could almost imagine the red panda bouncing in his lap.

And it had been strange to grip the rim of the toilet underneath him with one paw while the other pressed the mask down into his lap, hips and loins pulsing and thrusting in a finish that made no mess immediately around him. When he had returned the mask to his face all he could smell was his own familiar musk stacked on top of Six's, and he spent the walk to his first class licking and sucking his load right back out of the panda's tailhole across campus.

Then he had been able to focus for the first half of this class, until that soft, slightly damp warmth poked through the portal inside his mask and brushed against his lips. Enticed but not surprised, the leopard had sat up and adjusted his posture to try to hide what he was doing, opening his maw to let Six in; then for a good several minutes he had just suckled and licked softly, working him up steadily further, issuing all of the little explorations and ministrations that he could want to. Nobody would be able to see other than if they were to look uncomfortably close at the movements of his jaw and throat, or were listening to the noises that trickled out from behind his mask, or maybe peeked under the desk to see that he kept on squirming and adjusting how he sat, crossing and uncrossing his legs again and again.

Now he stared down at his notebook without seeing any of it, eyes wide and unfocused, jaw as relaxed as he could get it without making any extra noise. Just as he tried not to suck and slurp at Six's length pumping into his maw, so too was he careful not to relax too much and drool out across the interior of his mask and surface of his desk. He just kept himself there, tongue lifting up to welcome the panda's shaft as it thrust into his throat, again and again, and imagined what his friend might look like across campus doing this in the dorm.

Lying back on his bed, or pushing up against the side of the mattress, or maybe... Kopa rolled his eyes back and suppressed another reflexive gag at the sensation of pressure in the back of his throat, Six pushing back and hilting there for a moment. Were he not thrusting so fast and hard he might assume the panda had set it up on the interior of his underwear, bouncing and jostling with every step he took, but he could tell from the movements that this was not the case. Six was having his fun with the other end of the portal just as the two had agreed. He knew Kopa was in class, knew that he had to focus, and knew that he would be completely unable to.

The leopard lifted his head and squinted down towards the board, just now noticing the professor had moved onto another subject. He felt like an idiot sitting here with his mouth wide open, even though the other male thrust his shaft deep between his open lips - and another splutter brought the leopard forward to brace himself against his deck, sharply enough that the next person a few seats down leaned over to look at him. He tried to pass it off as a coughing fit, which themselves sounded a little wet and strange, but there wasn't much he could do about that.

Then, though, the faked coughing quickly became real, as Six drew back, gave him a split second to draw a breath, then pounded all the way forward, far enough that Kopa felt the tufts of his pubic fur against his upper lip and the soft skin of his sack against his lower. Before he knew what was happening, then, the panda's girth pulsed, and pulsed again, and Kopa felt the thick splashes of heat empty out against the back of his throat before he could taste them, the panda's shaft pulsing and throbbing as he dumped his peak out. Kopa wrenched his eyes shut and leaned forward again, trying to drink down that warmth as it came without letting any spill. All this resulted in was him making another noise like a wet sneeze, then another as he finally started to taste the panda's load across the back of his tongue, Six remaining buried to the base to squeeze out the last of those spurts.

"Kopa?"

The leopard's ears flattened back and he looked up. Way down at the front of the lecture hall, the professor stood with his paws behind his back and his eyes focused.

"Is there something you'd like to say?"

Portal Play

AskiaStarclaw

Askia looked back and forth, then did so again before daring to even open the zipper of his backpack again. There sat the portal device, inactive and inert between his books; to anyone who hadn't seen one before, it would look just like a tablet in a case, or maybe a fancy coaster, or something else along those lines. The wild dog took one more surreptitious glance around himself to make sure the coast was clear, then slid it out and over his paws, thumbs hovering over the lock and activation keys.

Of course he had used one of these before, to great and breathtaking effect - going across campus barely able to walk straight for the muzzle that slurped and slopped along the base of his sheath where he had left the other end of the portal stuck to one of the bathroom stall walls in the biology building; clamping a paw across his muzzle in his history class while trying not to bounce and jostle in his seat too much while his roommate across the campus used him like a fleshlight; and then naturally his most common use of it, to explore and indulge in himself and nobody else late at night before bed - but this was an improved and enhanced version of the device. Askia took another glance around himself, having taken one of the furthest, most remote corner seats in the campus library for this precise purpose, then held down the lock button, swallowed, pressed in against the activation key... and then jumped as the center of the device fizzled to life, particles and materials shifting in whatever strange way they did to allow the link to establish itself.

Then he jumped again as the other end kicked into gear as well - and flopped a pair of firm, heavy balls right out along the lower rim of the portal, the owner of this equipment shifting as they noticed the activation. This version allowed for clean, seamless shifting between all connected channels, without any of the gruesome side-effects that might be expected of such a change. Sure, he could be doing this back in his dorm, but where would the fun be in that? Askia shifted his stack of books a little more fully in front of himself and leaned down over the table, drawing his muzzle close to pick up the scent, the musk, of the offering that hung and swung down in front of him now.

If he closed his eyes, and flared his nostrils, and lifted his nose up between those balls... he really could imagine that he was just doing this in person instead of separated by who knows how much distance, through a tiny window in reality allowing the other to come over here. Again and again he nuzzled against those balls, running his nose back and forth, draping them against his lips, opening his maw, flicking his tongue out to swirl and caress and soon suck one, then the other into his mouth. Already his pants grew a bit tighter, and only then did he realize he should have put another one of the devices down inside his own underwear, so he could take care of himself as well.

Hearing a noise from behind the nearby bookshelf Askia jumped and pulled himself back, that hefty slack slipping free from his muzzle with a slurp. He held it down close to himself while he watched, heart thumping, but before long figured he was in the clear. Still, though, he looked down, gave those balls another tender, tentative squeeze and massage, then went to change the channel. That thought made him chuckle briefly - as though he were watching TV - when he hit the button, the "window" of the device fizzling with its occupant doing the same, then briefly blinking out. He'd read the manual on the device, and even though it specified there Askia still had no earthly idea how it worked, but in another second after what he could only imagine was "loading", the window sparkled back open and this time out flopped something much heftier, enough that the wild dog had to push himself back in his seat a bit.

Someone had already been in use, it seemed. The equine shaft rested out across his lap, seeping damp heat through his pants and twitching, throbbing gently, the blunted head glistening with someone else's saliva; Askia licked his lips, looked around again, and picked it up in his paws, letting the portal rest atop the table. The size of this thing, and the angle with which it hung down out of the portal, those huge, double-handful balls jiggling and swaying just on the other side.

The library chair squeaked beneath his shifting weight as the wild dog lifted it up to his muzzle, pursing his lips against the tip, slipping his tongue forward, caressing the little nozzle of the urethra there, then opened his jaws further to take it in. Soft yet firm, smooth yet a little bit crusty, delightfully musky... he held it in both paws and let himself sink further along its length, as far as he could go before that blunted head pushed up into the back of his throat and prevented any further movement.

And he hadn't even reached the medial ring yet. Askia stayed there a while, keeping his head bowed forward so that anyone passing by - and there was one now - might think he was just taking a drink from a straw or something. So long as they didn't look any closer, that was.

This time Askia kept the massive shaft between his lips and weighing down his tongue when he hit the button. It felt like it dissolved in his mouth when it switched, and he flicked it back to that channel just to make extra certain it was still there, then went on again. This time what flopped through was a much more respectably sized set of equipment, a soft, dangling sack with balls behind which he could wrap his forefinger and thumb, and a half-hard length hanging out on top, sleek foreskin pinching to overhang that gently receded as the owner worked themselves up.

Oh. That worked. The wild dog licked his lips, lifted the portal, and dug his nose into the spot there between sack and shaft to pull in a slow, steady breath - which again made that cock bounce on his nose. He recognized that musk; he knew who this was. Askia looked around himself once more, then leaned in to wrap his lips around that shaft, tongue already slipping its way beneath the fold of sensitive skin.

As he worked there, the familiar warmth and weight growing between his lips, he cast his gaze around to find the bathrooms for this floor of the library. Once he was done here, it would be easy to step aside and slip himself through the portal, then, to return the favor.

Oviposition

AranYaps

Aran couldn't believe the situation in which he had found himself. His body ached, his limbs felt heavy, his eyelids strained to stay open, and yet at the same time he felt sharply, distinctly aware of everything going on around and especially inside of him. The fox had spent the past week and a half or so trudging through the depths of the forest out here, bow in paw and quiver slung over his back trying to track down the bandit clan for which he had taken a bounty in the last major town. He knew the forest as well as he knew the hunt, and as such had set out with little more than just the needed equipment; despite this he felt considerably more vulnerable than when he had worn the loincloth and tunic, even though the clothing provided more for modesty than it had for defense.

At least, he thought that he had known the forest. With the coming of night came the need for shelter, and an unsuccessful day of hunting drawn into evening meant he had to use what was already there for him, and Aran had climbed a short distance up a ridge towards a cave that had caught his eye earlier. His usual explorations and investigations showed it was a safe, otherwise uninhabited location, so he set his things out and went to sleep... only to awaken to a low, rumbling heat trickling down across him, as thick as the oozing saliva that pattered along his muzzle and shoulders.

Upon awakening the first thing to meet his eyes were the sharp yellowed fangs of the great reptilian beast atop him, glistening beneath the same slick layer of drool that plopped into sticky puddles atop his chest and over the ground beneath him. Startled and still dazed from sleep the fox had tried to scramble and escape, only for one of those massive forelegs to come forward and clamp easily down in the middle of his chest, firm enough to hold him down, gentle enough that at least none of his bones strained or cracked. Deadly sharp claws scraped through the stone underneath him, powerful toes squeezed at his shoulders and arms, and the beast - the dragon - tilted his head, looked over him with those slitted gemstone eyes, then ran its way down his body.

It was roughly the size of a horse, only the _biggest_draft horse he had ever seen. Like the one stabled not in this last village but the one before it, where he had had to climb up onto the fence, and then from there to the roof of the shed to mount it in order to start the work he had promised in exchanged for lodgings for the night. Sleek and powerful, rippling with tense muscles neatly constrained beneath silky scales, the dragon moved down his body, keeping that foreleg against his chest; its wide nostrils flared and puffed as it tasted his scent, anticipation sharpening into fear the lower it went.

Then sniffing turned to tasting, and Aran had tossed his head to the side, grunted, tossed again, then shivered, shuddered, and relaxed, the thick forked tongue working up between his legs, slurping and slopping around his sheath and sack, working him up even as worry still thrummed throughout his system. Then that surprisingly dexterous tongue flicked down further, and with the foreleg on his chest loosening its grip the adventurer fox brought his paws to his muzzle, hiding his face, covering his mouth to keep from grunting or moaning too loud.

Then like a toy the beast had flipped him over, that huge foreleg sliding underneath and swiping him to the side. Aran had immediately propped himself and looked up and back, trepidation thrumming through him; as far as he could see nothing hung, dangled, or otherwise drooped between the dragon's hindlegs, much unlike the massive draft horse it reminded him of, and for a moment he wondered if this was just a wayward beast in the throes of its rut looking for relief. Then it came forward against the base of his tail, grinded itself forward, pushed, rocked, pushed - and before long he had felt the beginnings of wet tapered flesh start to sink up into him, making him grit his teeth and then sigh in pleasure mixed with discomfort again.

But it had kept on coming. Deeper, thicker, still deft and dexterous and certainly prehensile like that forked tongue, slipping up into his bowels, stretching him open, coating his insides in thick, sludgy heat that seemed to coat the sensitive flesh. Each time the dragon pushed down into him that pressure continued to grow and swell, until he felt it crane its head down next to his, hold him tight, then pulse, and pulse again... but instead of the usual thick, hot spurts of liquid that he had come to expect, instead Aran felt something much bigger, thicker, and decidedly solid push its way up into him, followed by another, and another.

Each one that sank its way up into him made him gasp and jerk, tailhole rolling open around the girth of the things, then settling back around the dragon's length. Bit by bit he felt his belly swell and hang forward with the volume, the number, and when the beast finally took a step off of him and slopped free, some of that sticky sludge rolling down the back of the fox's sack, it was all he could do to try to squeeze his muscles to keep all of that inside himself.

It had to be something inside the stuff. Bleary-eyed and dazed now that morning had come, Aran tried to sit up, found he couldn't quite manage it, and instead flopped back where he lay, his paws reflexively tracing down his body towards his still bloated, lumpy belly, the smooth curves of several huge eggs rising up from within his skin. If he pressed at one he felt it sink down inside his bowels and roll around, clacking against the others caught inside there where the dragon had deposited them.

Once more the beast had disappeared, but now the fox knew to expect it to come back. There had been no nest here simply because the dragon hadn't had one until he had tried to stay the night, and now he _was_the nest. Aran managed to pull himself up, and let out another exhausted sigh. The thing was, though, part of him still looked forward to the beast's return.

A nest needed tending, after all.