Published in White
Foxtaur Moonstruck finally gets some good news from a publisher. Very, very good news.
Published in White
By Danath
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Moonstruck lifted a finger to hir muzzle and smeared hir own thick seed across hir plump ruby lips. Shi smiled, licked hir muzzle clean, and leaned forward to type.
"Goodnight, you little pervs... I had fun, and hope you did too! Don't forget to tip!"
Satisfied, the foxtaur leaned back on hir haunches and disconnected hir camera from the streaming site. Hir recent attempts at writing had been rejected by hir old publishers as too graphic and obscene, but Moonstruck plugged away at it regardless. Cam work helped pay the rent in the meantime. The show tonight had gone well; Moonstruck earned almost a hundred bucks over the course of a long and graphic masturbation session. Milk and cum covered hir upper and lower bodies, as well as most of the floor around hir. Shi had a tarp stretched across the hard wood for ten feet all around hir; the edges of the tarp were raised, forming a wide, shallow pool which caught most of hir various fluids during the show. Later on shi'd drain it in the bathtub. Hir heavy triple-D breasts hung from hir slender shoulders, ripe and full, still dribbling milk occasionally. Four more sets of breasts hung from hir underbody; the rearmost sat so far back it bumped up against hir thick sheath. Hir massive cock was only half-hard at the moment and lay flat against the floor, pulsing and leaking slowly from the tip, but was still long enough to stretch past all four sets and between hir forelegs. Hir heavy testicles, each the size of a bowling ball, fought for space between hir rear legs and under-breasts.
Life wasn't easy as a taur. Until shi could afford to make changes to hir house to accommodate hir new body, shi'd had to improvise. The tarp, for one. Shi'd rigged a campfire shower in the shed out back; otherwise shi could only wash half of hirself at a time in the tub. Shi ate more than shi did as a human, of course, and fur-care products were definitely not cheap - at least, the ones that didn't smell like wet dog weren't cheap. Between water bills and food costs, the taur was regularly strapped, but the cam work helped keep hir in the house, at least.
Still, shi thought, watching as milk rolled from hir round, smooth teats, at least shi didn't have to worry about that particular commodity. Fixing a bowl of cereal was always an enticing proposition these days.
With the cam show over, Moonstruck checked hir email. There were well over a hundred. Some were offers from various porn companies and competing cam sites. Most were hir perverted fans sending dick and tit pics, fan fiction, or requests for hir address so they could send hir something else entirely. Shi had a PO Box shi used for business. One email, though, surprised hir, especially since it was in hir cam email account and not hir professional author account: a note from a well-known publishing company inviting hir in for preliminary contract talks. The news was very much welcome. For as horny as Moonstruck was all the time, shi didn't figure working on camera for anonymous internet pervs was much of a career path. The foxtaur typed out a quick reply before standing up and heading for the bathroom. Hir deep red pelt was soaked through with cum. Hir seed was tasty, with a pleasant sort of musk, so shi didn't mind the whole house reeking of sex every time shi came, but if shi let it dry into hir fur, it meant even more work cleaning hirself up later on.
A few tarps hung on ropes in hir backyard, providing a bit of privacy for the short walk from hir back garage door to the shed. Once inside the improvised shower, shi sat down on hir haunches and let the water spray down into hir coat, washing off hir heavy breasts first. The warmth was welcome and made hir aching nipples tingle. Shi thumbed at them slowly, sighing as shi relaxed. Hir cock, still drooping out of hir sheath and laying along the floor of the tube, twitched nicely in the water. Jacking off on camera was just business. Jacking off in the tub... well, that was for fun. The shed wasn't much of a tub, but it offered a little more space. The floor was smooth laminate - shi'd scored it for cheap when shi was a human with the intention of putting it in the upstairs bathroom, but this was a better use for now. A drain in the center let the water and cum gurgle away as it drained out of hir fur.
Shi squirmed onto hir side and rolled halfways over, so that hir upper torso lay along the back wall, where shi'd put in a tub-like angle to lean on. Hir hind legs and forelegs stuck up in the air, and the hot water rushed across hir underbelly, coating hir erection and all four sets of breasts in hot, soothing water. Hir forelegs stroked slowly across hir length, urging it to get fully hard between breasts, while hir hands felt around hir mammoth triple-Ds, hefting and squeezing the orbs on hir upper body.
Soon enough, the foxtaur's arousal throbbed with an urgent need. The hot water steamed around hir, relaxing hir further as shi slowly stroked hirself to an orgasm. Shi gasped, moaning, shuddering with pleasure, and yipped as several long, thick streams of warm foxtaur seed splattered over hir upper torso, only to be washed away by the spraying water. Shi was just as productive as the first time on camera. Moonstruck closed hir eyes, relishing the experience. Hir cock was over five feet long, thick around as most average people's hips. The fat knot at the base hadn't swollen up completely this time around, but still felt incredible when hir forelegs dropped down to awkwardly squeeze it. Shi curled hir head towards hir tip, catching a few warm gushes across hir muzzle, before settling back against the porcelain, a satisfied smile on hir muzzle. Hir fingers teased hir flexing tip as the flood continued for a few minutes longer.
Once showered and dry, Moonstruck headed back inside and cleaned up the living room. The tarp saved a lot of time, but shi still needed to wipe down the walls and ceiling. Shi used to have carpet, but that proved untenable. The last of hir money had been sunk into the new floors. Shi glanced at the email still open on the screen and re-read it. The foxtaur didn't want to get too excited about the prospect, but it was tantalizing. A contract would mean multiple books and possibly an advance...
The meeting was just before lunch the next day. Moonstruck got to bed early, sprawling across the queen-sized mattress on hir side, breasts jiggling lightly across the sheets. With hir fur coat, shi no longer needed blankets, but shi still pulled a loose sheet around hir shoulders before drifting off to sleep. The sheets were, of course, plastic beneath; wet dreams plagued the lust-plagued foxtaur, so that even in hir sleep shi often came two, three times a night. Combined with the pleasure-induced lactation, shi was lucky to have a mattress at all. A tarp arrangement similar to the living room under the bed helped contain the output of hir over-productive testicles and teats.
The next day, Moonstruck stood in front of hir closet trying to decide what to wear. Shi'd masturbated three times that morning, at 7, 8, and 9, just to make sure there'd be no awkward situations at the publishers. Clothing, however, was still an issue for a foxtaur, especially one with Moonstruck's dimensions. Shi settled on a large button-up blouse for hir upper torso and a simple blue blanket draped over hir taurhalf. It hung low enough to nearly scrape along the ground, but managed to hid the low-hanging nuts and breasts that would otherwise be on full display. The blanket had been modified to include a cinch around the middle and front, so that it could be secured around Moonstruck's body and wouldn't roll off when shi moved.
The publisher's was in the city, so Moonstruck called a cab company and asked for the minivan to come get hir. By squirming in through the hatch in the back and laying the seats flat, shi could fit inside with hir torso near the back of the driver's seat. Cars for taurs were out of the question, so for longer trips, this was the best option shi had available.
After a rather undignified exit from the back of the van, Moonstruck walked towards the publisher's building. It was a medium-height office building; the publishers only took up the top floor. Fortunately, the elevator was empty when Moonstruck got in. Crowded elevators tended to rub hir the right way, unfortunately.
A short lady with red hair and glasses took Moonstruck to a conference room when shi arrived. The foxtaur was only waiting a few minutes before the door opened again. Shi couldn't hardly believe what shi saw walk in.
"Ah, Ms. Moonstruck. Pleasure to meet you."
The tiger-taur who padded in wore a black suit coat over a white button-up. The shirt stretched across a prodigious set of breasts, though not quite as large as Moonstruck's. A back-blanket, also similar to the foxtaur's, hung over hir backside. Nevertheless, Moonstruck was amazed at the sight of another taur. Shi knew they existed, of course, but taurs were incredibly rare. Most people who ended up taur were incredibly private about it, making meeting anyone like hirself difficult.
"When..."
"When did I turn?" the tiger-taur said, hir voice a deep purr. "A few years ago. Seems like there are more and more of us out there every year now. Fortunately, I had a job in which being a taur wasn't an impediment, so I didn't have to resort to putting on shows."
Moonstruck blushed and glanced away. The tiger was smiling, though. Hitting on hir? Hir hind legs shuffled a bit as the tiger-taur took a seat on the other side of the conference table, resting on hir haunches.
"My name is Mickey," the tiger-taur said. "I'm one of the readers here. A senior reader, as well as one of the vice presidents. I'm interested in starting a new imprint focused on your style of creativity. And despite the crack about the camera work, I have to say, I quite enjoyed the show. So much I'm willing to start an imprint just to get you in my office for a while."
Moonstruck stared. First, this oversized tigertaur wanted to start a whole line of book based on hir smutty stories? And second... shi'd been watching... and enjoying... hir webcam masturbation sessions... Moonstruck's ears folded back. The things shi'd said on cam could only be described as filthy.
"We're prepared to offer you a generous advance and royalty scheme. We're very confident your books will lead to a very successful new imprint," the tiger-taur continued. Shi leaned over the desk which made hir heavy breasts squeeze between hir forearms. Moonstruck felt hir sheath twitch. "Of course, you don't have to answer right away. Do you have any questions you'd like to ask?"
Moonstruck shook hir head. Shi did have questions, but at the moment shi was just trying to process what shi was hearing. Shi had a job? Money, again? No more cam work? It seemed too good to be true.
Mickey rose onto all four legs and padded around the table. "No questions?" the tiger asked, leaning in close. Moonstruck's nostrils flared as the feline's scent hit hir. "None at all?"
Moonstruck watched as the tiger reached for hir midsection, under the swells of hir chest, and undid the buckle holding the blanket draped over hir lower half. With a practiced shrug, the feline slipped free of the garment. A massive male sheath hung between the tiger's hind legs, which were squeezed into the sides of hir testicles. The tiger was hung, that was for sure, putting Moonstruck even to shame. Hir underbelly was smooth, with no breasts - just a few thick black nipples poking through the fur in twin rows. The tiger's suit jacket dropped to the floor next, followed quickly by hir shirt.
Moonstruck looked around wildly, wondering if perhaps shi were just dreaming this. It would make for a fun story to put on the blog. The blinds around the room were all closed, giving them some privacy, as the fully nude tiger-taur reached out and cupped Moonstruck's chest with both paws.
"Mmmm... very nice... we're all slightly different, you know," the tiger-taur purred. "No two taurs alike."
Moonstruck panted as the feline's fingers danced over hir nipples, which already ached with need. Hir sheath throbbed, dropping hir length out and onto the floor, where it quickly stiffened up. Hir breath came quickly as shi realized shi was going to get a fourth orgasm in before lunch today.
So, in other words, a very good day.
Moonstruck undid the buckles on hir back-blanket and shrugged it off, then used hir hind leg to kick it aside. Mickey purred at the sight of hir heavy under-breasts, each one swollen with milk. The foxtaur shivered as Mickey's paws pulled hir shirt off after unbuttoning it, freeing hir heavy chest as well. The tiger-taur leaned in quickly, muzzle open wide, plump lips pursing around the left teat. Moonstruck moaned with eagerness as a thick stream of warm milk flooded the feline's muzzle. Mickey growled and swallowed quickly. The tiger's erection grew rapidly from that point on, stiffening and hardening to its full length, which meant that it jutted from between hir forelegs by a good foot and a half. It was thicker than Moonstruck's by far, but lacked a knot at the base as the fox did.
The tiger took hir time, suckling on each of the large teats in turn. Moonstruck's fingers rolled through the tiger's fur as shi gasped and moaned with pleasure. Eventually, though, the tiger-taur's flexing cock demanded more. The big feline backed away and trotted around behind Moonstruck. The vixen braced hir arms against the table as the tiger reared back, then came down heavily on top of hir. Mickey's forelegs squeezed around the junction of hir upper and lower body, holding the tiger in place. Hir paws grasped Moonstruck's shoulders as hir hind legs balanced hir, maneuvering hir into position, feeling for hir fat shaft to poke up underneath the vixen's tail.
It didn't take long for the practice taur to get lined up. Moonstruck's eyes squeezed tightly closed as the warm, thick length spread hir lips apart. Shi moaned and leaned forward, only to be pulled back by Mickey's paws. The tiger's fingers spread over hir breasts, squeezing and stroking them from above, as the tiger-taur's hips pushed forward. Moonstruck couldn't believe how big Micky felt. The tiger's maleness was enormous, by far the largest shi'd ever seen. And yet, shi was taking it with... well, not ease, but close enough. Mickey grunted, thrust hir hips experimentally, pushing hir leaking cock in deeper, all while hir paws massaged the vixen's chest.
Mickey wasn't even halfway in before Moonstruck had hir first orgasm. The massive shaft simply filled hir up, stretching hir out, constantly sending sparks of heat up hir spine. Hir own erection lurched between hir forelegs, hir knot already fully inflated, as the tiger-taur's hips continued to pump slowly, grinding in deeper and deeper with every thrust. The warm, heavy weight of the feline on hir backside, the large breasts squeezing into hir shoulders, the paws on hir chest... Moonstruck panted heavily, tongue hanging out, body shivering. This felt good. So much better than doing it hirself. Shi felt so full, so stretched... with the size of the tigertaur's cock, it was a wonder shi wasn't splitting in half, but shi was a little too busy to ask questions like that.
"Rrrrrhhhhh! Harder!" shi managed to gasp.
Mickey rumbled louder and increased hir pace. The tiger's incredible length sunk into the vixen, disappearing deep into hir long lower body. Hir under-breasts grew fat and swollen with milk, until the thick caps on each orb scraped across the floor. Hir heavy balls waved back and forth like pendulums as the tiger's body pressed down into hir, going deeper and deeper. Moonstruck had another orgasm, then another, each time moaning and gasping, not caring how much noise shi made or who heard hir inside the conference room. Sometimes, a fucking is too good to not make noise.
Mickey took a firm hold on Moonstruck's head fur with one paw, pulling it back as shi lunged forward roughly, sinking in hard, deep, aggressively going in again and again. Hir other paw reached down and wrapped around one of the foxtaur's heavy nipples, groping and squeezing it, ignoring Moonstruck's cries as thick cream sprayed from the fat teat. Harder and faster, the tigertaur's hips plowed forward, grinding in and out, sending another orgasm through Moonstruck's quivering body, then another and another, until the hung vixen was cumming like a rocket, shooting milk from all ten tits and spraying the floor with thick male seed. The tigertaur was rough, dominating; the tiger's forelegs squeezed around Moonstruck's hips possessively as the heavy body shoved down against hir.
Mickey's lean, powerful legs propelled hir flanks down, grinding in the last few feet of shaft. The big taur leaned heavily on Moonstruck until the vixen's forelegs went to their knees. Mickey let up a little, but continued to pull back several feet of shaft before grinding back in, completely stuffing the overwhelmed vixentaur, all while keeping a firm grasp on hir head fur, keeping hir head back, neck exposed, breasts lifted. Moonstruck's eight lower breasts dribbled milk constantly, creating a mess of the floor and hir fur, while hir upper teats were even worse, sending sprays of milk across the conference table.
Mickey clutched at hir tightly all of the sudden. The tiger-taur's lower body humped forward roughly, over and over, harder and harder, until hir massive cock plunged in deep and held, throbbing, jerking, warming Moonstruck's insides. The flood of seed made the vixen's head spin and flooded the room with the scent of tiger musk. Cum poured out of hir stretched pussy, around the invading shaft, and down over hir low-hanging balls. The vixentaur's aching shaft let out a few thick blasts of pre-cum, but shi didn't hit the edge again, though plenty of thick white cum dribbled out of hir tip, more than a pint with every pulse. Mickey moaned into Moonstruck's ears as shi came, growling and nipping at them as the vixentaur's belly flooded with gooey, thick seed. Gallons upon gallons of the stuff, surprising Moonstruck with the volume, though judging from the tigertaur's size, it perhaps wasn't so surprising. The foxtaur could pump out quite a lot, but this tiger's production was in an entirely different league - and Moonstruck loved every moment of it.
It was almost ten minutes before Mickey began the long, slow pullback, easing out the foot-and-a-half thick shaft from inside the vixen's body. Hir cock ached, hir nipples ached, hir pussy ached... and all Moonstruck wanted was more, more, and more. Shi cried out when Mickey's length finally pulled free entirely and shuddered as shi felt cum pouring down hir hind legs.
Raunchy urges seized the foxtaur. Once Mickey hopped back onto all four legs, Moonstruck pushed into hir, getting hir onto hir back, legs in the air. The vixentaur stood over top of hir, smiling down at the tiger's long, lean, sexy figure. Hir massive, throbbing erection pressed firmly into Mickey's length, while hir eight under-breasts draped around both lengths, keeping them squeezed together. Moonstruck shoved hir hips down, grinding hir length to Mickey's. It was frottage for miles; each grind down forced more thick white cum from the tiger's length, while Moonstruck's erection soaked the feline's front in clear pre.
With the warmup complete and hir cock fully dripping and slick with pre, Moonstruck took a few steps back. Mickey used hir hind legs to help guide hir tip down into hir furry snatch. The vixen meant to take it slow, but when hir aching tip slipped inside the warm, tight tunnel, shi couldn't hold back. Mickey let out a roar as the foxtaur surged inside of hir, forcing half of hir length in in one deep go. Mickey's long length poked out of the front-most set of breasts along Moonstruck's underbody, but was firmly trapped inside them as the vixen's body lowered. The tiger moaned as shi felt eight firm, milk-laden breasts massage hir spent and aching cock. Much of that would rejuvenate hir rapidly.
Moonstruck groped at hir chest with hir paws as shi braced hir forelegs to either side of Mickey's body. The tiger groaned beneath hir as shi pumped in hard and fast, less gentle than the tiger, but much smaller. Mickey didn't seem to mind and enthusiastically responded, using hir hind legs to clutch at Moonstruck's flanks and pull hir in more firmly yet.
The vixen wasn't as experienced with this sort of thing as Mickey, who'd had experience with other taurs. The foxtaur cried out as hir male orgasm spread through hir, triggering another feminine surge of pleasure at the same time. Mickey growled beneath hir as hir belly inflated with seed, squeezing hir cock more firmly yet between the fox's heavy breasts.
Mickey pushed Moonstruck back, urging the vixen to pull hir shaft free. It curved upwards, splattering the tiger with gooey loads of fresh cum, before slapping back down against the feline's shaft, which throbbed and stiffened up on its way back to full hardness. They ground together for a few more minutes as Moonstruck's knees locked in place. The vixen hadn't cum like that in a long time, especially not inside of someone. The tiger moaned up at hir and shi moaned back, crooning as shi dumped a few more loads of cum over the feline's midsection.
"I'm pleased... I can tell... the president... that negotiations... got off... to a good start," Mickey said between gasps. "We'll have to schedule... a few more... meetings, of course... oooooh..."
Moonstruck lowered hirself on top of Mickey, squeezing their erections and the vixen's breasts tightly together. The other taur pulled hir down to the floor, where they rolled around for a few minutes, constantly humping and thrust, gradually moving into another position. Mickey ended up on top of Moonstruck, but facing the opposite way. The tiger's muzzle went after the vixentaur's testicles enthusiastically, coating them in saliva after a few good, long licks. The basketball-sized orbs were heavy and fat in the tiger's palms. Hir cock, meanwhile, hung from hir hind legs directly over the foxtaur's face. Paws and tongue and forelegs all went into stroking and massaging the tiger's meaty, incredible length, until Mickey was prancing on all four legs and growling incessantly. The tiger pushed down, grinding through Moonstruck's underbelly, spreading apart those eight milk-laden breasts.
Another satisfying orgasm, followed by lewd moans and gasps. Back and forth the two taurs went for the better part of three hours. Micky on top, then Moonstruck. Moonstruck from behind, then Mickey. They stretched each other over and over, filling and refilling their bodies with fresh taur cum. Mickey developed quite the taste for Moonstruck's milk and took whatever chances shi could to get hir lips around the foxtaur's teats. The productive vixen didn't mind a bit.
Eventually, though, all good things must end. Moonstruck lay on top of Mickey's backside, cock halfway inside the tiger, half-hard and pulsing. Their feet scrabbled against the smooth surface of the table, which they'd somehow mounted during their frantic lovemaking. Both tiger and fox had swollen, gravid bellies, but considerably lighter testicles. Moonstruck wondered what would have happened had shi not masturbated three times before showing up.
"There's an... executive washroom with a shower... over there," Mickey said. Hir tail flipped up lazily. pointing to a door at the far end of the room.
Moonstruck shivered as hir length slipped free from Mickey's tight pussy, then carefully descended from the table. Shi padded to the washroom and opened it, but paused and leaned hir upper torso back out of the doorway to glance at Mickey.
"You coming?" shi asked, hir voice a mischevious growl. "I've got some story ideas I think you'll want to discuss..."
Mickey groaned lustfully and heaved hirself up onto hir legs. Hir massive cock dragged on the floor behind hir, smearing cum and milk around the smooth floor.
"Can't wait to hear them," the tiger-taur said, trotting into the shower after the vixen. "I have a few ideas for you as well... mostly concerning your thoughts on collars and leashes..."
The contract was worked out... eventually. Negotiations were longer than normal for signing an author, but both parties agreed the results were spectacular. Moonstruck became a regular around the office, but the bane of the janitorial team's existence.
And shi was finally able to put a drain in the living room.
The end