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Kanga-ruse

Having a life with a stable job was great and all, but Sandy had always secretly desired to go on some long vacation, shooting for the odd mix of self discovery and indulgence that always seemed prominent when she saw the ads plastered all over the subway. Now that she'd basically settled into her life, she really felt that she needed to shake things up a bit before she got too comfortable.

The major problem that she kept running into was finding a place to stay. Two weeks in a hotel could set a person back thousands, more than the price of tickets. And honestly, she didn't really care for the sterile dim rooms of the few hotels she'd ever stayed in.

But now, she'd found the perfect solution. A little blue house around twenty kilometers north of Perth, right on the beach, with no neighbors in sight, and for a positive steal to rent for a whole month. The pictures were all beautiful, even if the user reviews were a little strange: "Iz ver noice for poepl." "bezt entertaing." "Fuun plase to cheel . . ." The oddly worded praise continued.

All of them were five star reviews though, so perhaps it was just a bunch of tourists with a tenuous grasp on the English language . . . Regardless, the place scoped out, looking like a nice spot from the satellite photos she'd seen. And by gum, she was going to stay there and have an honest to goodness vacation for the first time in her adult life: relax on the Australian beach, and take some time to unwind and find herself.

The flight went better than expected: a decent amount of legroom, all the wine she wanted, and all of the reruns of Seinfeld at her fingertips. The accents of the people chatting with the stewardesses were just too cute, making it feel like she was in some kind of kitschy travel advertisement, or Crocodile Dundee. After landing, it was easy enough to gather her two bags, rent a classy little orange Chevrolet, and drive out to what she hoped was the little beach house of her dreams.

The scenery wasn't quite what she was expecting. Australia in the movies had been more like some kind of vaguely tropical fantasia . . . or an endless barren dystopia, but even after she got out of the city with the aid of her phone's navigation, it wasn't that different than home. Leafy trees and grassy fields blurred by without so much as a brilliant secluded lagoon or a endless red desert in sight. Not to say it wasn't nice, driving along the coast and enjoying the sunshine, but she almost felt vaguely guilty for wanting something a little more exotic.

After a few wrong turns and roadside stops conferring with her digital maps, she made it to what was unmistakably the little blue house from the pictures. Sandy dragged her bags out of the trunk and went to the door, hand trembling as she found the lock box to the side, just as advertised. She entered in the impossibly simplistic code of 7-7-7-7, but the box clicked open none-the-less, revealing a slightly corroded key that she took and fitted into the handle of the simple wooden door.

With a little bit of wiggling, the door swung open, and she dropped her bags as a wide grin spread across her face. It was a little dusty, and there was a vague musky odor that she couldn't quite place, but other than that, it was even better than the ads online. She walked past the little side kitchen to where a bay window gave a great view of the ocean. There was even an old piano in the dining room. Perhaps she'd have to see if she could still play any of the songs she'd learned when she was in middle school.

On the other side of the kitchen towards the back door, there was a dusty old computer. She flicked the power switch just out of curiosity, faded clear plastic glowing orange as the screen buzzed to life. It was running Windows 95, and pretty much the only thing on the desktop was a link to review the residence online, but it was still kind of nice to have just in case she suddenly felt like writing a novel. Who knew what would come from a vacation such as this one?

The one odd thing was, when she dragged her bags to the single bedroom, there were quite a few other bags already in there, most collecting dust. There was a red hard case Samsonite, a few greenish duffels, and even a rather ostentatious lime green roller with a pink stripe down the middle. She was tempted to have a look inside to see what they were from; surely people couldn't forget their luggage on that regular of a basis, but who knew? Perhaps it was for a caretaker, or just extras in case people picked up too many curios in the little town a few miles away.

At this point her curiosity was well tempered by her sixteen hour plane flight. And so she stripped off her clothes, took one last look around the house watching the sunset orange on the horizon, pulling out her flannel PJs that she always took when she traveled and putting them on as she stared and imagined her next month of living the good life. As the light poured in, she closed the venetian blinds and climbed into the clean sheets of her bed, already excited for what the next day would bring.

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The warm yellow rays of the morning sun bloomed against the blinds as Sandy woke up. She rolled over and considered going back to sleep, but curious optimism got the best of her as she stumbled into the simple but clean bathroom to brush her teeth. After noshing on a somewhat crumpled granola bar that she'd bought before the flight, she made a mental note to go into town and buy some basics, but her desire to explore around the house won out over practicality as she wedged her feet into the pair of dusty flipflops by the back door and walked out to see what she could see, still clad in her green flannel pajamas.

Trotting out towards the embankment that led to the coast, Sandy spotted the small concrete set of stairs with a rickety wooden rail that wound down to the sandy beach. A smile slowly spread over her face as she skipped down the steps, past the leafy trees that smelled a little bit like cough drops before arriving at the golden sandy beach, bits of driftwood littering the flat surface as some odd looking seagulls cawed in the distance.

Not having anything better to do, Sandy sat on a beached log and simply listened to the surf for awhile, looking out over the blue water while the wind rustled the leaves up on the embankment. It was pretty nice, but after about ten minutes, she wished that she'd brought a book with her or something . . . Eventually, she decided to walk back up, getting slightly thirsty, as well as hungry for more than crumpled granola. But as she neared the top of the stairs, she paused, heart thudding in her chest in excitement as she crouched down, seeing one brown furry thing move, and then another.

Kangaroos.

There were at least ten of them, just sort of casually hanging around the lawn at the back of the house. A few lay sprawled out, scratching their tan coats lazily as others slowly nosed about, levering themselves slowly forwards between their thick tails and long feet. It felt about the same as going to the store and returning to find your house surrounded by unicorns. They were a little larger than she thought they would be, about the same size as a person, even if they were generally hunched over. She'd never really considered that, for Australians, having kangaroos in your back yard might be as uninteresting as having a deer wander past in the states but to her, it was absolutely amazing.

She crept forwards, eyes wide with childish wonder as the heads of the mob swung around to watch her with their dark eyes. A blush crept into her cheeks as one of the larger roos with dark capped ears reached down, fumbling around with its furry hanging balls while gazing towards her. It was really odd, all of them seemed to be males as she looked, even if she couldn't quite spot where their . . . other equipment was. Perhaps all of the females were just waiting around somewhere else.

They didn't really seem to mind as she walked through their midst. Some of them getting up and hopping slowly closer, craning their necks forwards inquisitively. Her breath quickened as they closed in, close enough for her to smell their odd animal scent: a mix of straw and deep earthy musk. Perhaps some of the other tenants had fed them? They didn't really seem aggressive at any rate. Sandy held out her hand as one of the curious beasts with a particularly golden coat sniffed at her palm, wide velveteen nostrils huffing against her before it licked out with its warm slightly textured tongue. The contact made shivers creep up her spine as she giggled.

She slowly moved her hand around and scratched the kangaroo's straw colored cheek, watching it close its eyes and lean in against her nails. She was so absorbed by how friendly they were that she didn't notice the black eared one galumphing up behind her, taking particular interest in the back of her button-up nightshirt.

Sandy squeaked out as she felt a tug, arm slipping out from her oversized flannel shirt as the kangaroo bit down and yanked at the material, jerking off her shirt as she covered her breasts with one hand instinctively.

"No no no," she said as if expecting the curious roo to understand. "I'll bring you back some food from the town later." Not that she knew exactly what kangaroos were supposed to eat . . . but they'd probably be fine with Gardettos . . . What sane creature wouldn't?

She went to grab for her shirt as the inquisitive creature rolled it about in its paws, sniffing and nibbling at it, but the roo didn't seem eager to let go. As hard as she jerked, it pulled back harder, making her shout as she braced her feet. This of course, made her unaware of the light coated roo on the other side of her eyeballing the elastic waist of her pajama pants. Just as she began to pull in earnest, she let lose and eep of surprise, feeling warm huffing breath against the small of her back before the mischievous beast tugged at her pants, toppling her ass over teakettle as she ended up in a pantsless heap on the lawn, with her frizzy blond hair covering her face in a haphazard mesh.

"Why you little . . ." Sandy began, reaching up with a hand to remove her hair from across her eyes. She didn't finish though as her restored vision left her staring into the muzzle of the curious light coated roo, sniffing inches away from her face before pressing forwards, bumping against her lips and licking out quickly like an overenthusiastic dog.

"Uggh." She spat, tasting the odd salty animal spittle on her gums. These things were_far_ too friendly, but she was beginning to feel a little odd, the taste tingling in her mouth as her hand began to feel a little warm as well. Their particular animal smell hung heavy in the air, not nearly as offensive as she first found it as she sniffed in absentmindedly.

"Shoo, you." She waved her hand at the overly inquisitive marsupial, making it pull its neck back, shaking its head as she pushed herself up to her hands and knees, about to get up when her eyes went wide, body tensing as the black eared kangaroo behind her bent in, butting its nose and sniffing against her crotch before lapping out with its slick animal tongue, running over her labia and prodding against her vaginal entrance.

Burning heat rose to her cheeks as she was dumbfounded that any animal would be so bold, but oddly enough, burning heat was beginning to rise in other places as well. The sensation was impossibly intense, her femininity quivering as she looked up at the other roo in front of her, fondling its heavy balls and almost seeming to shrug. She tensed as if to pull away, but there was no one around . . . it wasn't like she had any neighbors to worry about. The roo's lips teased at the edges of her labia as its tongue slipped inside of her with a hot squelch. It just felt impossibly good, like nothing she'd even considered before.

She should have gotten up right then and there. It wasn't like the kangaroos were going to stop her, but there was a niggling voice in the back of her mind, an odd wordless question insinuating something along the lines of "doesn't it feel good? What's the worst that could happen?" It gave her pause, her knuckles tightening against the rough blades of grass on the lawn as the tongue twisted around inside of her, roo's fuzzy nose brushing against her moistening cleft, sending a jolt of pleasure through her spine. As the wet lapping intensified, her mouth hung open, thoughts turning away from how this was morally unacceptable, and focusing more on just how fucking good it felt.

She rolled over, still stuck with indecision, not quite committed to either running away and pretending this never happened, or just begging for more. The roos all stood around looking down and watching her, one placing its paw on another's shoulder as if eager to know what was going to happen next. The absence of that hot lapping pressure between her legs made her bite her lip, backed against the bristly grass as she sat in confused apoplexy. She looked up towards the kangaroo with the black tipped ears before she shrugged and spread her legs, breathing a gasping sigh of fulfilled relief as it nosed forwards, now leaning over her side, one small paw resting on her belly as it sniffed and licked in at her pussy with wild abandon.

Arching her back, her insides writhed around the black eared creature's tongue as she moaned, hips rocking, arms spread to either side, nails digging into the lawn. She didn't think she could be more surprised, but her tunnel vision to the side made her miss the golden coated roo curiously levering between her legs before its oddly grasping paws rested on her thighs as it nosed between her ass cheeks, huffing at her bared anus. There was hardly a pause as she let loose a squeak of shock, blushing like a stewed beet as the other roo began to slather her ass in warm slippery affection.

She never knew that having her asshole caressed could feel so good. The longer the beast scraped and lapped the better it felt, heat spreading into her as her pink clenched ring seemed to become more pliable, quivering with every lap. It wasn't just that though, her vagina felt similarly wonderful, a foreign heat boiling into her loins as the duo licked and nipped and scraped, the golden coated roo tensing for a second before slipping into her musky passage, slick animal tongue writhing around her insides as his paws pressed tight against the pink skin of her thighs.

As the inexplicable oral stimulation increased, Sandy's behind began to clench and quiver, skin thickening as a thin dusting of light brown fur began to spread out from around her rump. She could swear that as each animal lapped into her with lusty passion, like their tongues were getting closer together, squeezes resonating through the clenched walls her torrid malleable flesh.

She couldn't quite give it enough thought though, as three other roos bent down over her face, fuzzy noses twitching. One took advantage of her slack-jawed expression of passion, giving her lips a quick peck, hay scented breath panting out as he watched her tongue brush out over her lips before leaning into her, lapping into her mouth as their tongues scraped together. She leaned into the strange animal kiss, tongue flickering over the beasts strange forward angled incisors as the other two roos nuzzled in at the sides of her head, noisily nibbling and suckling at her ears. The flesh felt hot like between her legs as the cartilage began to stretch and warp, being tugged up the sides of her head, sprouting a thin coat of tan fur as muscles developed to twitch against the marsupial's inquisitive nibbling.

The two beast's lapping between her thighs redoubled their efforts, breath huffing against her fuzzy twitching flesh as their tongues rasped into her ass and pussy. An odd knot of unknowable need rose in her stomach as their muzzles seemed to get closer and closer, tongues occasionally slipping out and lapping against each other in their sloppy eagerness. Her flesh just felt more and more pliant and sensitive, being stretched and kneaded. Insides boiling with impossible passion, each of her straining clenches felt better than the last, grinding their slippery probing tongues tighter against one another as her flesh shifted and writhed.

Her back felt uncomfortable, causing her to pull her hips from side to side as her spine strained and popped, grinding forwards, pulling her flesh along with it in a large tensed muscular bulge. The two roos had to change their angles, her anus and femininity both being shifted slightly, feelings both becoming more intense, closer and closer together as she moaned into the mouth of the kangaroo she was shamelessly making out with, forming powerful tail creaking and stretching. The kangaroos at the sides of her head licked and nibbled over her cheeks and scalp, her head feeling warm and tense as her skull creaked out slightly, hair pulling back shorter and shorter as she lost herself in a writhing furry sea of delightful attention.

Soon the feelings between her thighs became just too much, and she shook her head, shooing the marsupials around her upper body as she looked down. Sandy saw her flesh changing, vagina and anus tugged closer and closer together while straw fur spread out over the growing tugging muscular protrusion that could only be a tail. As she stared slack-jawed, the all too eager kangaroos lapped and tugged harder, the edges of her orifice becoming indistinct as her insides writhed wildly, muscles twisting and changing, forcing the two lapping tongues against one another as her ass and vagina merged, edges rising up loose and furry. All of the wild sensation was multiplied as they both nuzzled in between her legs, both tongues sliding out and grinding into the rounded sensitive edges of her singular marsupial cloaca.

It was simply too much. Sandy pushed herself up to her knees, looking down at herself, hand trembling in trepidation as she reached down, prodding the edge of her new alien orifice. The mere contact made her groan, fingertips pulling at the oddly pliant flesh as she shook her head. This was weird. She should be terrified. But maybe it wasn't that weird . . . None of the kangaroos seemed to think anything of it. In fact, the kangaroos all seemed to have a similar set up, now that she really looked. Of course, they all had heavy dangling testes over theirs. But female kangaroos had a pouch right? Did she really want a pouch?

They all seemed to be hovering around her just to see how she would react. She didn't want to disappoint them, and of course there was the rising heat burbling up inside herself as her fingers slid around her slick loose cloaca. So she did the only reasonable thing she could think of, grabbing the surprised black eared roo's shoulders and pulling it down into a sudden passionate kiss, licking over his furry snout before sliding her tongue inside of his stunned mouth. The rest of the mob seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief, closing back in around her like she was just another part of the mob.

As the kangaroo with black tipped ears began to lean into her, heavy testicles pressed against her warm flesh, the other roos behind her began to reach down with their paws, grabbing at the nearly foot long mass of her forming tail. They groped and massaged the tugging flesh, coaxing it out longer as Sandy moaned and pulled herself tighter against the roo in front of her whose warm spindly arms wrapped around her in response as they kissed. The muscles in her ass smoothed out and strained under her loosening skin as Sandy figured out how to move her heavy new appendage, still feeling the electric prickling sensations as paws rubbed and ground over the entire lengthening surface, some particularly cheeky ones groping at her now particularly sumptuous marsupial rump.

Her nipples tingled where they rubbed up against the plush fur of the black eared roo's chest, fur creeping over the edges of her breasts as she ground against him. The sensations just increased, each prickly hair rubbing over her areolas was divine torture as she slopped her lengthening tongue around the roo's mouth. Her chest tightened, breasts becoming taut as her soft coat subsumed them, surrounding her fleshy nipples in a sea of pine colored plushness. But the fur didn't stop there. The more she rubbed, the more the prickling sensation crept up the edges of her nipples as they were pulled flat along her now taut animal chest, twitching before the fur absorbed them completely, leaving her with a fluffy flat chest that rubbed up against the roo's with animal eagerness.

As they embraced, Sandy's arms began to feel strange, lanky and far too long . . . But the longer she held on to the dark eared roo, the less of a problem it seemed to be as her bones creaked, soft fur flowing down her shoulders as her limbs became slightly shorter, skin tightening and then relaxing, shoulders bulking up as her forearms slimmed down. Some of the surrounding roos licked and nibbled at her fingers as they tensed spasmodically against him, fingers bulging as her palms shrank and grew leathery. It felt so right to drag her thickening nails through the black eared roo's brushy fur, her thumbs changing alignment and leaving her with five blunt forward facing digits as she continued to be caressed all over by the rowdy roos.

The kangaroo that embraced her lapped over her changing teeth as her incisors angled forwards, broadening as her muzzle continued to stretch, ears flickering contentedly atop her head. A gap formed between her front teeth and her broadening molars, the roo carefully lapping at her sensitive gums as her face continued to press out into her vision, her eyes darkening to the deep brown of a true kangaroo. Sandy's nostrils huffed, light velveteen fur growing over them as they pushed to the front of her muzzle, flaring and sniffing, taking in the potent male odor of the entire mob around her, making her cloaca ache with a strange new foreign twinge, need seeming to shift around inside of her.

As the black eared roo pulled back, a bead of cool spittle snapping between them, Sandy wriggled her tail and shook, running her perfect scrabbling paws over her flat sexy chest, opening her mouth in something that approached a yawn as her animal tongue felt around the insides of her long marsupial maw. It all just felt so right, even if there was still that note of unrequited need that blazed between her still mostly human legs. The roos sniffed around her developing body, some brushing against her furry belly where they lapped and nibbled, the fuzzy skin there particularly loose and sensitive, making her bleat out a note of pleasure as they nibbled at it playfully. Her eyes hung half lidded as she leaned back a bit. Perhaps this was the start of her pouch? It certainly didn't seem at all like a bad thing if it felt this good, but something about the idea didn't seem quite right to her . . .

Sandy didn't have that long to ponder though as the roo in front of her seemed to grin, one ear flopping over as it leaned back on his tail and firmly kicked forwards with his powerful feet, catching her square in the midriff as she tumbled over onto her back with a surprised yap and whumph of breath. She scowled up, disgruntled by the rude action before she followed his gaze towards the golden coated roo that now loomed over her head. He bent down over Sandy, small but sturdy arms pressed down on either side of her wide marsupial hips as he scooted forwards, tail almost wagging, making his cloaca and heavy upside-down testes wriggle and tense right in front of her face, her nostrils flaring and drinking in his hot male earthen musk.

The light coated roo's own hot breath puffed against her own neglected cloaca as he nuzzled against the soft furred sensitive hole, lapping at the edges teasingly as Sandy groaned out in animal pleasure. The rest of the mob closed in around her spread legs, noses nuzzling at the backs of her knees and the balls of her feet, paws and tongues scraping out as her thighs began to clench and bulge, gaining mass and muscle as her skin loosened and twitched, dusty colored furry coat racing over it.

With the close proximity to his odoriferous maleness, she couldn't help but nuzzle and sniff at his marsupial orifice, smelling the presence of the other roos around it as well as if it had been licked clean by myriad tongues on a regular basis. The idea made her own cloaca squeeze and tense as she ground out with her tongue, darting over the edge of his loose raised hole and tasting his masculine heat. She felt his own paws began to rub in against her belly in long tight strokes, combing over that area of loose flesh as her collated orifice stretched and strained around his tongue. It made her stomach tense, twitching as the percolating heat of that loose twitching area felt like it was pushing out under his kneading paws.

The roos around her legs were happily lapping at her feet as they pedaled slowly in the air. Her skin tightened, tendons showing under the thin dusting of tan fuzz at her ankles as her toes began to wriggle and writhe, tongues lapping up and between her digits. Her middle toes started to creak and pull forwards, actual toes dwarfed as they too twisted and sprouted tough dark pads that glistened with the saliva of the eager marsupials. Grasping paws coaxed her feet longer as sniffling muzzles continued to stretch her center toes out further, nails darkening and thickening as they pressed out into singular huge black talons. Her outside toes shrunk back, two digits fusing together into a miniature double claw as the third faded altogether, but that just made the sensations intensify, causing her tail wriggle and writhe against the lawn as her legs continued to bulk up, muscles straining as her marsupial appendages pawed at the air.

There was something about the golden roo's testicles that drew her forward, feeling his loose scrotum tighten as she buried her fuzzy nose against the loose yielding flesh. The scent was just so rich and warm, making her almost jealous as she felt him switch tack, his nibbling lips sliding down to join his paws as he groped at that area of loose skin which she could feel tensing and tightening intermittently under his ministrations. Her breath caught in her throat, tail straining out as he suckled at her matted wet fur, tugging at the loose flesh as something bulged and strained out under her pliant skin, followed by another mind numbing tug as two hefty throbbing animal orbs were pulled out into her loose scrotum. His paws roughly ground against her new heavy male testes as she looked under herself, panting in disbelief. It was just so hot . . . Instead of being revolted, Sandy found herself enjoying having hefty kangaroo balls, her cloaca glistening under them as her new scrotum tensed and relaxed against the golden roo's rough yet careful finesses.

Her hind paws tensed and dangled in the air, fully animal as the mob all bunched in to nibble and admire, all of their noses taking in the subtle changing of her now masculine scent. She tried her best to emulate the ministrations of the roo above her, paws squeezing at his heavy pendulous testes while she licked at his cloaca wildly, feeling something bulge and twist against her eagerness. His own tongue danced around the edge of her single fuzzy entrance before slipping inside of her as she almost squawked out with pleasure. It felt better than it had before, new and electric as her weighty balls tensed, her hips rocking as she ground her snout against his, feeling something press back against her tongue.

Her breaths came in panting heaves as he lapped and huffed, coaxing out something from inside of her, a wriggling pink organ that curled slightly against his tongue. At that point, she knew exactly what it was: her cock, heartbeat pounding through her insides as it brushed out from her twitching cloaca. The golden roo's own muscular fleshy cock tip began to slide out of his fuzzy marsupial hole, Sandy savoring his smokey masculine flavor as the other roos smelled her growing musk, darkly harsh and deliciously passionate. Her cock pulsed out longer, base getting wider and wider as her amazingly prehensile maleness instinctually wrapped against his prodding muzzle, moving with a reactive mind of its own as her testicles tensed against her furry muscular belly.

Her ears wildly twitching, she bayed out as her fresh wriggling cock was suckled out to its full impressive length, meaty marbled base twitching as the pink tip leaked out clear pre against the smooth flesh of the roo's gums. Her testes tensed, fleshy pouch pulling back just above as she gasped at the amazingly sloppy lewd contact. But instead of wrapping his animal lips around her and sucking her dry as she vividly wished him to do, he pulled back, huffing as he rolled off of her, leaving her cock writhing in the balmy air.

Huffing, she got up unsteadily, leaning back against her thick tail as she found her footing on her elongated paws. Her pink pulsing cock writhed like a curious fleshy tentacle, brushing up between her loose furry testes as she groaned out her need to the mob in general, arms no longer long enough to reach down to the needy organ.

The roo with the dark tipped ears brayed back, and she looked over as he ran his paws over the ears of the other handsome boomer with its muzzle buried in his crotch. As her dark eared admirer pulled back, his own cock was revealed, twisting in the air as it slid from the other animal's grasping lips, loose full testes draped just above it. He seesawed his way over to Sandy with his tail and powerful legs, sniffing at her muzzle as they both leaned forwards, tails standing out for balance behind them. He could smell her fully developed masculine reek, nostrils huffing as he took in the distinct bright odor akin to sunlight shining on oak planks stained in coffee. This delightful aroma was still clear even as the other roos sucked and rubbed against each other all around them, muzzles and cloacas and cocks all slipping against each other.

Paws roving over each other's bodies, they hopped closer together, Sandy nibbling at the nape of his neck as he ran his animal paws over her long twitching ears. Sandy felt the weight of her hefty testicles swinging just above her cock as she edged her lower body forwards, leaning against him for support, standing further upright until she let loose a startled yap of pleasure. Looking down, she watched the tip of her pink slick cock brush against his own, tugging in his direction as she huffed, transfixed. The slick contact was just so nice, his own cock writhing closer against her own, the minute slippery contact making the muscles at the base of her tail quiver.

Sandy felt his breath quicken against her shoulder as she grabbed him tight with her paws, claws scraping through his fur and pulling her closer. This let their sinuous pink malnesses entwine, Sandy tossing back her head and ululating a deep and throaty cry as her shaft dribbled out a streak of musky pre. Her body went tense as she felt the muscles in her cloaca twitch, almost working by themselves as her cock wrapped against his own, both grinding back and forth as they rocked slightly, scrabbling for more contact. As they pressed their bodies tighter together, her leaking tip swabbed against the thicker base of his bulging cock before brushing up against the bottom edge of his furry cloaca, prickling fuzz making her close her eyes and hiss as electric ecstasy coursed all the way to the tip of her thick tail.

The dark eared roo braced his arms against her and thrust in with his hips, grinding forward as the probing head of his glistening shaft pressed into the warm fuzzy edge of her cloaca, her own wriggling cock simultaneously sinking into his own. He nuzzled at the new roo's exposed neck as she reeled, sensations overwhelming as his length bulged against the edge of her marsupial orifice. Her own cock rubbed against something solid and fleshy inside of him as she felt his shaft poke against her own quivering passageway.

There was a delightful wrenching hot sensation as his cock slipped into her inner orifice, her body clenching tight around him in wild spasms as he forced her insides wider. Not to be outdone, she strained forwards, feeling her shaft slide through the resistance as he groaned out and huffed against her, flesh writhing in hot strong tugs. As their marsupial lengths slid deeper and deeper into each other, their heavy furred balls patted against the other's, each thumping contact making Sandy's ears tug this way and that, her flexible scrotum tensing intermittently.

They built up a pumping rhythm as the other roos pleasured themselves around them, coiled cocks grinding as each slid further into the other's quivering depths, edges of their bulging cloacas brushing against each other as they both bayed and grunted out in bliss. She felt his cock grind against something inside of her that made her entire body tense up, squeezing around him as she huffed while his insides clenched and pulsed around her own cock. Their balls now ground together, rough contact of the musky flesh making her breath catch in ragged huffs. It was impossible to tell where she ended and he began as their thrusts became shorter and harder, mouths meeting in a needy savage kiss as their shafts pulled and tensed inside of their pulsing insides.

Sandy's eyes widened, ears pulling back as boiling heat built up inside of her, surging through her cock as she began to cum in thick hot jolts inside of him, her member snaking around against his own as he too shuddered and came, splattering liquid heat inside of her sensitive inner ass. Their short arms scrabbled against each other as they reeled back from the kiss, Sandy's mouth open in a silent scream of male pleasure as the black eared roo huffed and groaned. Her tail lashed about behind her, muscular bulk batting against other writhing marsupial forms as they continued to grind together. Each straining pulse was a benediction for her virile new body, everything else unimportant as she joined the ranks of copulating boomers with mad enthusiasm.

Eventually, as their cocks strained together one last time, they both pulled back. Sandy felt her own insides relax as he slid out of her, and her own cock tugged longingly as she withdrew it from his exhausted depths. Each of their cloacas dripped with the viscous evidence of their love-making, filling the air with their virile scents.

She thought she was done, huffing as she came down from her high, only to look over as the golden roo turned his head to the side, gesturing down to his own still twisting and throbbing erection. Sandy wasted no time, exhaustion replaced by animal eagerness as she bent down, tail pressed back for balance, feeling his paws guide her head in as she suckled at his musky maleness, tongue twining around with his wriggling cock. As she huffed and lapped at the edges of his cloaca, another roo behind her sniffed up under her at her retreating cock, nibbling at the tip and sniffing down at the cum soaked base. Her stamina seemed endless as her cock began to again pulse with need, sliding from her cloaca as she lost herself in a glorious afternoon of intense animal debauchery.

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The kangaroos all lazed about on the lawn as the sun began to set, each absolutely spent as the only movements were yawns or the occasional absent minded scratching. Eventually though, Sandy realized there was still something that she needed to do as she stretched her back, slowly getting to her long padded feet and hopping towards the door as if it was the most natural mode of locomotion in the world. The rest of the mob's ears perked up, and they followed her as she approached the house in measured bounds, paws tugging at the screen door in the back before it opened up.

They all watched with rapt fascination as the new roo hobbled over to the somewhat antiquated computer next to the kitchen, nudging the mouse to remove the flying toasters from the screen. She then wrestled to get the cursor to the internet browser, and clicked on the only saved bookmark. Sandy paused for a second, as if considering: thinking about how her stay had been, smiling as her ears twitched in remembrance. Her thick paws inaccurately tapped at the keyboard, memories causing a familiar hot pressure begin to build up in her cloaca.

"Bezt naybors for partis." She clumsily typed out before clicking the five star button.

Sandy then turned and hopped towards the door, pink tip of her cock beginning to emerge from her plump furry marsupial orifice, the other kangaroos more than happy to help her deal with her overeager condition.