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Chapter 23: A New Assignment

Pages 350-369

Chris' cock was sore when he woke up the next morning in his bed. Hell, everything was sore, but his prick was on fire. He tried to remember what he had done the previous night, while he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Hurry up, or we will be late for class. Hunter, get him moving," Marcus snapped before he stifled a yawn. "Damn, I mounted three different girls last night. My dick is on fire it hurts so badly," he grumbled with a frown as he looked down at his exhausted junk.

"What? How did you... three?" Chris stammered in his confusion as he staggered around while trying to force his uncooperative body into his clothes. "What the fuck?" he complained once he realized his clothes wouldn't fit once again, before his memories flooded into him.

"What the fuck?" Marcus exclaimed after his roommate collapsed on the ground.

"You should go on to class. Please apologize to Professor Meyers for me. Tell him I needed Chris' assistance for a crucial experiment. Tell him I will have Chris write a report on the results, if he wishes it," Hunter suggested as he scooped Chris up off the floor and replaced him in his bed. "We will be there before lunch, I promise," he assured with his best liars grin.

***

"Are you listening to me? This is important," Hunter, scolded Chris as he continued to urge his roommate towards their class.

"Yeah, I need to learn to control it," Chris mumbled absentmindedly.

"That was twenty minutes ago. How do you change the settings on this injector," Hunter grilled with a scowl.

"Why am I taller?" Chris mumbled as he rubbed his head.

"I already...," Hunter started angrily, before he took a deep breath to calm himself. "Do you know what triggered it?" he asked curiously after he decided Chris was still trying to cope with what had happened to him.

"It's called urethral insertion," Chris answered reluctantly after a little thought.

"I don't...," Hunter began until his frustrations caused him to pause. "I know the word insertion, but urethral is unfamiliar. Remember I only pretend I have an education like you have," he confessed despite his embarrassment and frustrations.

"She inserted her erect clit up my cock," Chris blurted uncomfortably after a brief pause.

"You put what? In where?" Hunter asked again in disbelief. It took him a few minutes to realize he had actually heard what he thought he heard. "Well, so much for using it to practice," he grumbled as he disregarded his ability to recreate the circumstances to help Chris learn control. "What does that feel like?" he asked curiously. However, the shivers and shudders that coursed over his body told him he didn't want to know the answer. "Never mind. I have enough problems with nightmares," he added before he pushed Chris towards their class.

***

The days seemed to pass in a blur as Chris struggled to deal with the realization that he now could relate to Hunter's plight to a certain degree. He found himself fondling the injector Hunter had given him, constantly. Every time he saw Kyra, his hand shot to his pocket for his injector in case he had to give himself a sedative. He was beginning to believe the anxiety created by his fear of changing was worse than the actual change. Of course, he thought Hunter's insistence that they find a way to trigger his change again, so he could practice was out of the question. It was pure insanity. He was not going to practice turning himself into a... Chris stopped mid step as he recognized Hunter's insistence to refer to himself as a monster.

"Are you well? Do you have your tranquilizers?" Hunter asked as he studied his roommate. "Do you feel feverish or heat coursing through your veins?" he continued to question.

"I am sorry, Hunter. I underestimated your struggles. If this is what you call a slight infection, I just don't know how you continue. It must be very taxing on you mentally," Chris admitted as he glanced at his friend.

"I... it is difficult at times. I would be lying if I told you otherwise. However, I have found purpose helps me stay focused. You will find your focus soon. I am sure of it," Hunter tried to reassure. "I think you left a good impression on Kyra," he observed with a grin as he nodded towards her trotting in their direction.

"I don't know how," Chris grumbled as he remembered his brutal assault on her.

"I think it is good that you both know you are both furs. You are alike but different," Hunter explained with a smile. He wished he could say more but it was not his place.

"Good morning," Chris greeted nervously as she kissed him on the cheek.

"It is... isn't it," Kyra agreed with glee. "Oh, for heaven's sakes, you are not going to change over a peck on the cheek. Maybe, we should practice later as Hunter suggested. I am feeling better. I mean I am not sore... not much anyway," she teased with a blush.

"You do have a glow about you, this morning," Hunter observed as he resumed their passage towards their class.

Chris didn't say anything. His mind was still consumed by his thoughts as they entered the fur relations and history class, where the professor was already listening to a broadcast over the telenet. It became obvious there had been developments in the galactic treaty. He also noticed Hunter didn't sit with the rest of them as he had become accustomed to recently. Instead, his friend sat in the isolated corner away from the rest of the class, which had been set up before he had arrived at the University.

"Well, what does everyone think about this new development? How do you think it will affect your lives?" the professor asked the class.

Chris listened to the others argue for a few minutes until he realized all eyes had turned to Hunter.

"Hunter, I think the rest of the class would like to hear your analysis of the development," the professor announced as he studied their guest from the common wealth.

"You are all right and wrong for reasons you do not understand. You should be concerned about the developments because they will affect your lives. However, you have no representation. You are treated as property. You have no control or influence of these events. That doesn't mean it has to stay that way or it will remain that way. You should always be looking, searching, always vigilant to find a way to change this travesty," Hunter answered quietly without looking up or meeting anyone's eyes.

"That is an excellent answer," the professor complimented thoughtfully. "Will this affect you?" the professor asked curiously.

"It was expected," Hunter admitted reluctantly.

"It was expected?" the professor questioned with a frown. "Can you explain or elaborate how this is expected or what you believe will happen next?" he continued to probe curiously.

"This area of concern is predominately ruled by a religious sect. This mid-east as you refer it was expected to withdraw from the coalition. They were expected to withdraw in a futile effort to gain more power or influence by doing so," Hunter continued to answer as he stared at the desk in front of him.

"What do you think will happen next," the professor asked again once he decided the man was correct with his assertion of circumstances once again.

Hunter looked up to look the man in the eyes before he explained. "When darkness falls across that land, someone will be sent and violence will break out like a plague. Every political leader, high-ranking military official, and cleric who has openly opposed this treaty will be slaughtered in such a horrific manner it will be said no human could behave so savagely. The brutality will be blamed on genetic hybrids. This will spread fear to any who even think about voicing their complaints over this deal. It will also serve as a warning to those in the galactic counsel. It will signify the earth is ready to stand on its own. The protections provided through the earth's being a labeled a developing planet keeps it from being invaded by other more advanced societies. That is the catch. You have to give up your protection to lift the technology trade restrictions. If you lift the restrictions too quickly, a more advanced populace will enslave you. Your leaders think they can scare the other societies with the threat of using Hybrid super soldiers to keep the earth from being invaded. They don't even realize there are hidden restrictions in the thousands upon thousands of pages of text contained by the treaty. Genetic alterations for military purposes are forbidden by agreement to the treaty. There will be no more government funding for the University. The corporation will nearly go bankrupt within days. After that, I am not too sure what will happen," Hunter lectured as he held the professors-unblinking gaze.

"That answer scares the hell out of me," the professor tried to joke weakly. However, he failed to restrain his flinch as a knock sounded on the classroom door. "See what I mean," he added quickly and was relieved when a few students chuckled with him. "Come in," he announced as the knock repeated.

"I am sorry to interrupt your class professor, but I need a moment with your guest," Frank apologized with a frown before he turned to Killer. "Come on Killer, it is time for you to go to work," he teased weakly. However, the look he received from those in the class made him wish he chosen to use the name the other students called him instead of Killer.

"I promise to do everything I can. I promise," Hunter mumbled as he looked at his roommates before he stood and followed Frank out of the class. He wasn't too sure if they would understand or forgive him for what he had done. He had become rather found of his friends... Yes, they were his first and only friends he had ever had and the odds of him keeping them were long to nonexistent.

***

"Fuck, can you believe they came and took him out of class," Marcus complained in disbelief.

"It is all the other shit Hunter said that worries me. Do you think someone will try to invade when the treaty is signed?" Chris replied as they entered their busy dorm.

"Hey, Cole what brings you out here away from the store?" Marcus greeted with a grin for his friend.

"I thought I would bring you some new material. Those new cameras are fucking unbelievable. What kind of monitor do you have in your room?" Cole asked excitedly.

"The best Hunter could provide," Chris boasted with a grin as his mind turned to more pleasant thoughts.

"Truck?" Chris questioned more than greeted once he recognized the big bovine.

"Cole what a surprise. I thought you lived in your shop," Truck accused with a snort. "Can we talk?" he asked more seriously as he turned to Chris and Marcus.

"Chris... Marcus?" Blake called as he entered the dorm. "Shit this place is crowded," he observed quickly as he started to recognize everyone present.

"Let's go to the gym," Chris suggested as he led everyone to his dorm room to take the private elevator. "What brings you two out for a visit?" Chris asked Leah and Blake as they packed into the elevator.

"Hunter asked us to come over. He wanted to show us how to operate something he added for the club," Blake answered with a frown.

"He is gone," Marcus grumbled as an unexplainable shiver ran the length of his spine.

"Gone?" Truck questioned with a scowl. "That is a shame. There is a certain female equine, who has become very interested in your roommate as of late," he explained with a grin.

"Yeah she has even asked about him at the store. She wanted to know if I had a mold of him yet," Cole added with a grin of his own. "I thought she was a lesbian. I don't know anyone who has ever coupled with her. However, she does like some of my merchandise," he explained quickly.

"I don't know of anyone either. It isn't for lack of trying either," Truck admitted reluctantly. At least, he wasn't the only one who had failed in that conquest.

"He did save her life," Chris offered with a shrug of his shoulders.

"He is infatuated with her too," Marcus added with a chuckle. "She may be one of the few able to leave the man drooling vegetable," he added with a laugh as they exited the elevator.

"This is the main control panel for the entire room. Hunter uses a mental link when he is here, but I can operate some of the features," Chris explained as he activated the holographic panel at one side of the room. "I think he actually added these controls recently. The other one wasn't in English," he continued to explain as he activated the mating.

"Hey, I recognize that icon. Tap it," Cole instructed as he pointed to the familiar icon.

Chris complied with the request when he decided he couldn't hurt anything. However, the dozens of images that popped up of them standing around the control panel was almost unnerving.

"Shit, he installed cameras," Cole observed in disbelief. "Check this shit out," he instructed as he clicked on another icon.

"Wow, that is weird," Blake, observed as a dozen or so three-dimensional holograms of them popped up around the room.

"You think that is weird. Watch this," Chris declared as he touched the solid model icon.

"Oh, that is sick," Cole, declared as the images seamed to become solid. "Is... there... what the fuck?" he questioned as the other him mimicked his exact words.

"It will play back just as it is recorded. There is a slight delay as you can hear," Chris explained as he watched the other him talking to the others.

"He doesn't plan on videoing the club does he?" Leah questioned with a frown. She for one didn't like that idea at all.

"I suppose he could. However, I thought he intended to use it to help us spar. He said he wanted to watch us spar closely without getting into our way as we practice. He said he couldn't record the image without it getting choppy because the computers here are not powerful enough to handle the software. He was rather disgusted with that. Anyway, it will only live feed with minor delay for now," Chris explained as his mind began to imagine the possibilities.

"Can you imagine watching yourself getting plowed while Blake is driving his horseflesh deep into you?" Truck voiced what he was sure everyone else was thinking.

"I... may have to play with this a little to learn how to operate it," Leah admitted as she glanced at Blake. She couldn't help but notice the bulge growing in his britches at the mere thought. "I look forward to working out the kinks," she continued to tease as she moved closer so she could stroke his growing shaft through his denim jeans.

"This is what he wanted to show us," Blake asked as his heart began to race.

"Oh, no, I don't think he thought of applying this to the club. He did want to know what you thought about running more rings. He suggested we run six rings except for Saturdays when it is busiest. We could run nine to twelve if the fourth rings are open. Any more than that and we would run rather short of standing area to wait. He thought we could cut the rings down a little in size since so few actually fight or spar though. We would be able to handle quite a few more then. You may notice the rings he has laid out are considerably larger than what we had. However, I think that is because he enjoys sparing and with the matting, he can throw your ass all over the place. If you ever spar with him, you will know what I mean. Anyway, he wanted to draw four male names at a time. This computer already had the ability to record your weight as you walked across the floor. It is part of the software, which calculates the amount of fall protection is needed, as you are thrown to the ground. Anyway, the computer would arrange the names to which ring you should be assigned from lightest to heaviest. It would lessen the chances of poor Andy being paired with Truck here. The same with Terra or Mini with Truck in ring two," Chris explained with a grin. He thought the idea was brilliant.

"It does increase my chances of drawing him considerably though," Marcus complained again.

"Yes it does," Chris admitted with a sigh. He knew it was hard to please everyone, but he was still sure this was better.

"So this is what he wanted to show us?" Leah asked with a raised brow.

"He wanted to know if you wanted to use it. However, I am sure he wanted to show you this," Chris replied as he made his way to the center of the nearest ring, which was programed into the matting layout. "This matting will be a hell of an improvement for those of us who end up on our knees more often the rest of you. However, he programmed these for use as well," he added with a grin. "Activate," he declared and the square outline separated from the rest of the matting. He bent to place both hands on it before he declared, "adjust" to allow him to adjust its height. "Lock," he declared when he figured he was close enough for the demonstration. "Leah, would you mind," he questioned with a pat on the bench after he widened it and lengthened it for her approximate size. He could see her skepticism, but was relieved when she leaned over the bench. "Blake if you will put both hands on the bench and say the word adjust. You will be able to adjust the height, angle, width, length, or whatever you want to give you the best access to her.

"Adjust," Blake repeated with a scowl after placing both hands on the bench. He failed to stifle his grin as he lifted her ass to his cock. "Lock," he declared as he recalled Chris' instructions, before he pushed against her. "Oh, fuck that is going to be awesome," he observed with a wicked grin. "Yes we will have to test some of this equipment out," he declared eagerly.

"Well, don't just talk about it," Leah snapped as she flipped up her skirt to reveal her swollen sex for all to see.

"As you wish," Blake declared with a wide grin before he grabbed her to flip her to her back. "Adjust," he stated as he wondered if there was any limits to this strange device. However, he was more than delighted when he was able to raise the platform to his face. "Oh, this is going to be so nice," he declared before he pushed her knees apart and forward to allow his long face to have access to her dripping flower.

"Oh, damn... I better figure out how to work some of this," Chris cursed as he forced himself away from the show in front of him.

"Please allow me to handle this," Cole offered with enthusiasm, before he dashed to the controls.

Blake watched a long strand form as it began to hang from Leah swollen lips. His tongue wetted his lips as he longed for her sweet taste. Nevertheless, he waited for some sort of sign to cue that the cameras were ready. His wait came to an end as he thought her flavors were bound to be wasted to the floor at his feet. He dove in to lick up her nectar and savor her musky scent, before he plunged his tongue into her depths. He knew what she liked and he wasted no time to begin to rake his tongue against her clit as he drove his long tongue into her depths. He knew he would be rewarded with his treat quickly as he heard her begin to moan and arch her back, before her hips thrashed to rake herself across his muzzle. He wasn't disappointed when her sex began to clench at his tongue while she tried to fill his mouth with her gushes of nectar.

Chris was a little disappointed in the usefulness of the cameras, as Blake's big head seemed to block all of the action. However, it became more obvious it was a lack of experience at the controls than a deficiency of the cameras as Cole continued to work the controls until a close up of Blake's tongue plunging into her sex finally came to life in front of him and at least a dozen other locations around the room. He couldn't help but notice Leah's eyes widened a little as the image formed in front of her face as well. However, her gaze ended quickly as her eyes fluttered shut while her moans announced to those in the room as to why they did so.

Leah decided quickly that she loved this table. It was very effective in the way it allowed Blake such better access to her aching sex. His tongue was plunging into depths never reached by him previously and she couldn't wait to see if the table had other uses. However, the image, which appeared in front of her, surprised her. She couldn't believe how stimulating it was to watch his tongue as it slithered into her depths. Her breaths became ragged as she failed to keep her eyes on the image above her. It was merely moments, before she heard her moans as she ground herself against her lover's snout.

"Her turn," Chris instructed quickly as he realized Blake was about to mount Leah. However, he recognized the man's reluctance as he stroked his leaking flesh. Chris motioned the man to mount her mouth with what could be the galactic symbol for fellatio with his tongue in his cheek.

Blake hesitantly circled the bench before he adjusted it so his throbbing shaft lined up with her lips. He was nearly shocked at how quickly she took him into her mouth. She always preferred that he mount her. Nevertheless, he was not going to complain as he began to rock his hips to thrust into her wanting mouth. He could feel his thick shaft as it banged at the back of her throat where he paused before he withdrew to her lips once again. He thrust to the back of her throat as he felt her grab his hips. However, she didn't push him away as usual. This time she pulled him towards her. A groan and shudder escaped him when he felt his cock pop into her tight passage. To his amazement, she continued to pull him foreword. His eyes rolled back into his head as he heard as well as felt her muscles constrict on him as she swallowed loudly. He failed to restrain his groans as she continued to swallow more and more of him until he felt his testicles bump against her nose. His hips began his slow strokes as she continued to swallow his entire length. However, he made no more than a few strokes before he felt his head begin to flare. His mind shattered as he struggled with his indecision. He was afraid for her safety, but the urge to breed her mouth was too strong for his convictions or concerns. He felt his flesh jump as he fed her his seed. He could still hear her swallows over his moans as he fed her several thick ropes of his essence. He quickly withdrew his shrinking shaft once his climax began to fade. "Are you okay?" he asked quickly with concern.

"You better get that thing ready real quick. I think I deserve a good fucking for swallowing that monster," Leah declared with a nasty grin for her thoughts. She had serviced Blake orally previously. She knew he enjoyed it but she always struggled to find the excitement in it. However, this time was different. This time as he began his slow short strokes into her muzzled, while she struggled to handle the girth of his massive pole, a view of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth appeared between his legs in front of her eyes. She was amazed that she could actually see it as it bumped the back of her throat. It excited her beyond reason. Insanity triggered her action to pull him into her. She needed to see it deeper. The sight of it distending her neck as it stretched her tight passage was hypnotizing. She watched as his length passed into her depths. It was as unbelievable as it was erotic when she finally felt his massive sack rest against her nose. She didn't realize she had begun to swallow his length until she noticed her neck muscles contract on the image in front of her. It only took a second to recognize Blake's shudders in time with her swallows. A smile slid across her muzzle despite the massive pole being wedged in her throat as she imagined what her swallows were doing to his mind. However, the smile was short lived as she felt him begin his long strokes with his thick cock as he began to breed her mouth. The sight of his pole pumping and distending her neck as it passed in and out of her swallowing and constricting passage was nearly enough to push her over the edge. However, she nearly panicked as she felt him begin to flare while buried deep in her gullet. It raked her throat as she struggled to accommodate him. Her swallows became painful as the head of his magnificent cock seemed to become stuck in her depths. Her breathes were labored as she felt his flesh jump while he ground his testicles against her muzzle. The feeling of his strong stream of jizz was indescribable as her body responded with a powerful climax of its own despite the fact that she hadn't been touched. She was light headed by the time she felt his softening flesh begin to slide from her sore throat. She panted to catch her breath as a few weak stream landed across her muzzle and neck. She knew it was her imagination but the heat of his seed was incredible. Her tongue sought more of his taste until she forced it to stop. She would wear some of it out of pride for what she had accomplished. Nevertheless, it was time for him to fuck her and she could see his nearly flaccid flesh, hanging limp from him. She could have growled but she restrained her anger as she instructed her stud to give her a proper fucking.

Blake had heard the stories of Hunter's anal infatuation as well as witnessed both Marcus and Chris' repeating the performance at the club. Yet he was still hesitant as he returned to Leah's other end. He adjusted the table for to bring her tail end to his mouth before he spared a glance over to the peanut gallery who was eagerly watching while stroking their erect flesh. He would not let those two outshine his performance.

Leah waited patiently for Blake to readjust the bench once again. However, she was not pleased to find he intended to use his tongue on her instead of mounting her. She had already had his tongue. It was time for him to give her the cock she had earned. She would not... Her thoughts were broken as his tongue slathered across her sensitive tail hole. Her mind began to race as she recalled the spectacle Marcus and Chris had put on for the club. There was no way Blake would fit in her... "Aaaahhhg," she squealed as his huge tongue plunged into her tight orifice.

Blake hesitantly slid his tongue across that musky scented sphincter and was surprised. It didn't taste nearly as bad as he had expected, and he was rewarded by a small squirt of her juice across his nose. He took a deep breath before he tried to force his tongue into that quivering puckered sphincter. It was so tight; he really had to struggle to work his tongue in at all. It was stronger than he ever expected as well. He worked his tongue deeper while her sphincter clenched and spasmed. Several times, it actually hurt his tongue by its massive grip. It was as if it was going to expel his intruding tongue or kill it. His nose was nearly saturated by the constant sprays from her sex. It was as if she would reward him with more of her nectar with every plunge from his tongue and it was very motivating. He barely recognized her moans as her body began to thrash while her hips ground her tail hole on his tongue once his lips finally kissed her stretched sphincter. Instead, he felt his need to breed her as his cock ached for her tight passage. He hesitantly removed his tongue from her ass once she seemed to go limp, before he adjusted the height of the bench once again.

Leah squirmed as she felt his tongue enter her ass. She had no desire to attempt to take him in there. However, her body betrayed her instantly as he drove his tongue deeper. She gasped as her sphincter clenched at him, which was accompanied by her spasming sex. It seemed to clench at the cock, which she was denied, while she watched the image floating above her show her nectar spraying across his nose. She continued to watch with wide eyes as her tight orifice stretched to accept his thick tongue, while she sprayed a nearly constant stream onto his muzzle. Her concentration faltered as her eyes slammed shut as her climax coursed through her with the intensity of a train wreck. She didn't bother to restrain her wails as her body cramped and thrashed against his wonderful tongue. Her breath remained elusive as she panted, while his tongue slid from her ass. It felt as if all her muscles had turned to water as her limbs hung limply over the sides of the bench. She did offer her lover a slight dreamy grin as she noticed her fluids dripped from his drenched muzzle.

Leah nearly panicked as Blake readjusted the bench once more. She could see his cock was once again rock hard, as it stood straight out with a thick rope of his pre-ejaculate dangling precariously from the tip. The floating image above her remained focused on her gaping tail hole and her leaking sex. She was actually considering whether he would fit in her ass until the head of his shaft entered the view. It appeared huge next to her swollen lips. She looked down her belly as if she hadn't ever taken him previously. Her eyes darted back to the image above her as she felt pressure at her entrance. She wiggled her hips a little and he slid in to her depths, which caused her to gasp as usual. He always made her feel so full... so complete while he was inside of her. However, it nearly broke her heart to realize how much of him which was wasted. She felt him begin his withdraw as he started his long slow strokes. She pulled her exhausted legs to her chest by her knees to give him all the access he could use; despite knowing he wouldn't need it. She felt him hit bottom at the entrance of her womb, where he pause to grind against it shortly before he resumed his thrusts. Her body matched his tempo as it clenched at his long pole every time he banged against that tight passage deep within her. She found herself staring at the image above her as she could swear she could detect her belly distend slightly as he bottomed out deep inside her. She never even realized one of her hands left her knee to feel her belly. She could feel his impact through her belly in her hand. How she never noticed prior to this was mind numbing. However, she could feel him flaring inside her as well. She could watch the ripple his expanded cock caused as it pounded in and out of her passage. However, she couldn't watch it for long as he pushed it against the opening of her womb and began to grunt. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt the force of his seed as it was fed into her womb. Her body responded in kind as another climax drained what was left in his testicles.

Blake had never even thought of taking her in this position. He had always taken her from behind. It had always seemed natural. However, he would be doing this more often once he recognized he could actually see his cock as it worked in and out of her. It was more stimulating than he had ever imagined. He realized it was nearly too stimulating as he felt his shaft begin to flare. It was too soon. He wanted this experience to last longer. However, he knew his release was imminent as he pushed into her depths where he held himself. His flesh jumped to deliver his seed into his precious lover. He continued to grind at her while her hips bucked and her sex clenched at him to milk him of all he could offer. He could swear it was different this time. It seemed to last longer as his flesh continued to fill her until it began to hurt. The pressure inside her must have been incredible as his seed began to spray back onto his belly around the tight seal created by his thick shaft and her tight opening. His panting had turned to gasping by the time he felt his flesh begin to shrink. He reluctantly withdrew his flesh to squeeze a few thick ropes across her belly, which she collected with her fingers before she lapped them up with her tongue while she grinned playfully at him. He stepped back on shaky legs as he watched his lover scoop a hand full of his spunk as it drained from her gaping hole, before she brought it to her hungry mouth. However, it was her still gaping tail hole, which held his attention. It seemed to clench as his jizz dripped into its opening. He stepped forward once again, before he slid two fingers through his spunk and plunged them into her tail hole.

Blake couldn't deny her tight tail hole had consumed his thoughts as he worked his thick spunk covered fingers in and out of her ass while she wailed and thrashed. He stepped between her legs as he placed his growing flesh against her sphincter. After pushing forward, he was disappointed as she began to slide across the table away from him. He used one arm to seize her thigh as he tried to push into her once more. Then with a scream from his lover, he was inside her tight ass. He didn't even think as his hips bucked franticly to breed her, as he never imagined possible. Her tight bowels were maddening as he thrust mercilessly to finally bury the better part of twelve inches in her where he once again planted his seed. This time his orgasm did hurt. Every spray seemed to burn as it made its way through his long pole. He didn't have any delusions about how much he was able to fill her. He knew he had little left to offer, but he did give what he had. Nevertheless, his muscles seemed to turn to water as he collapsed on top of her. It took all his remaining strength to keep his weight from crushing her as he lay panting above her. His mind never recognized his kisses or his declarations of his love of this wonderful soul.

Leah had cursed at him as he plunged his thick fingers into her bowels, while her sore sphincter sent her its complaints in the form of pain. She wailed and screamed, without noticing her hips bucking back at his intruding fingers. Her hips ceased their betrayal once she felt his huge rod pressed against her. She could see him trying to force his semi-erect cock into her tight ass in the image floating above her. He wasn't nearly as thick in this state, but he was still too big to fit. Nevertheless, she was considering how small he could be and still be able to force it into her. She was almost disappointed when her light body slid away from him. She barely gasped as she resumed her cursing as he seized her thigh to hold her still. The pain from her ruined orifice ended all words, groans, or otherwise as the head of his shaft penetrated her tight passage. Her eyes went wide as she felt him thrust into her with abandon. She couldn't breathe as he raped her ass with unbridled passion. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes as she watched his flesh forcing its way in and out of her. She could swear her bowel would be ripped from her body any moment as she witnessed her tight sphincter being pulled away from her due to her tight grip on him. Her sex was clenching and spasming to cause his precious seed to gush from her to coat his belly. Nevertheless, she didn't watch for long as she felt those familiar stirrings from the depth of her soul. Her climax was as powerful and painful as the fucking she had just received. She didn't know if it lasted long nor did she care. Her mind was broken by the time his shrunken flesh slid from her ruined hole. She felt his weight crushing her and she welcomed it. Her arms snaked around his thick neck while her tongue sought his wonderful mouth. She didn't recognize her promises to do it again or her proclamations of her love to her soul mate, while she gasped for her breath and tears of love slid from her face.

"Damn that was intense. I came twice," Chris mumbled as he continued to stoke the last of his spunk from his shrinking flesh.

"I damn near came for the last twenty minutes," Marcus complained as he glanced at his sore flesh. However, he couldn't help notice his roommates cock seemed nearly as large as his for a change and it was already shrunken some. Well, he had as well, but he didn't remember his roommate ever sporting an erection anywhere close to that size. Well, he supposed he hadn't paid as close as attention as he thought he had.

"I may not have blown my load for the last twenty minutes, but damn what a mess we have made," Truck declared as he noticed the large puddle of his spunk, which had already melded with the puddle at Cole's feet.

"That is unbelievable. Can you believe these cameras? The graphics of Hunter's holographic projectors are unmatched by anything I have ever seen," Cole observed as he shook his head for how badly he had been caught up in the moment. He was supposed to be a professional. It wasn't uncommon to rub one out during a shoot, but damn, he had nearly forgotten all about the damn cameras for the majority of the session. He should be grateful he had recognized the auto track icon and activated it. "Does Hunter listen to music during his workouts or something?" he asked as he browsed the operating system for any other toys. "This room is evidently equipped with a hell of a sound system," he explained after recognizing the confused looks he received. "We could use this system to create a light show. It would be like a rave. It could be fun to do once in a while. Of course, it may be pretty intense to pipe the participants' moans and groans in the rings into the speakers as well," he declared with a grin for his idea.

"He has been trying to write software to convert his sparring partner program to a sex partner. He has the solid image down, but he can't seem to figure out how to simulate the liquids a female produces. He said it was like trying to hump a dry piece of wood. I think it actually gave him blisters once," Chris offered with a chuckle as he considered Cole's suggestion. "That would be different. I think we should try that on a Friday or Saturday," he concluded with a grin as he imagined it.

"What the fuck for? Hell, he can have nearly any female he wishes," Truck, complained with jealousy while he tried to imagine what the other two were thinking. He for one didn't need any romantic music.

"I don't think it is that simple," Marcus replied with a scratch of his head.

"There are not many females, which can accommodate all of him," Chris offered reluctantly. He suspected it was more than that with his strange roommate. He recognized Hunter's need to seek release, but he was more convinced as he thought about it, that Hunter was seeking more than a release. The man seemed very sentimental now that he thought about it. The man would want a connection with his... mate. Yes, Hunter would want a mate. Hunter would want more than a release. He would want what was taken from him. Of course, they could be overthinking it as well. The poor man had gone twenty-thousand years before coupling or mating with anything. That sort of dry spell would make anyone desperate.

"Accommodate hell, Maya and the little mouse... Mini damn near nurse on his prick the whole time he is at the club. I have never had two women worship my junk like that. I don't know how many females who have actually taken all of me but I am sure it is less than I can count on my fingers. He will have to get used to it," Truck complained with a frown. It was a damn fine thing when they could take all of him. It was a sensation to relish when all of your length was swallowed by that moist warmth of a female... or male for that matter. There was just nothing like it.

"Star, could accommodate him and she is interested in trying him on for size as well," Cole corrected with a grin.

"Uh, Chris what is that," Truck questioned nervously as he stared at the dark stain which seemed to grow on one of the walls of the room.

"Oh, I bet that is our new elevator," Chris teased with a grin. "Hunter had some micro-construction bots he programmed to build a new elevator so everyone wouldn't have to come down here through our room," he added after the looks on their faces told him they wouldn't wait any longer. "Oh, and you can't say anything about the robots. Evidently, it is technology, which he smuggled onto the planet as well as everything else. I don't know what kinds of penalties are involved but I am sure it wouldn't be pleasant for him. Of course, I don't know what he expects people to say when a new elevator magically appears in the morning. I don't exactly know how he expects to keep all of this stuff secret," he added more seriously as a shiver coursed through him as he considered what kinds of penalties the man could face. "Well, that is all he had to show you as far as I know," he added as he glanced back to Leah and Blake still holding each other in the center of the room. "Well, I assume the show is over," he declared as he made his way back to the elevator to their dorm room.