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FOUR

For all his strength, he got nowhere, his engorged shaft merely bowing in the middle uncomfortably. He could feel Lev's legs straining underneath his sack, the deer's rump perking around the leopard's tip as Lev clenched. Turick growled, grabbing the deer's short tail in one paw and a thigh in the other, and tried again.

Another inch or two of Turick's crown disappeared from view between Lev's rear cheeks, and the deer cried out from the discomfort, but the leopard still wasn't inside him. The feline could still only feel warm, soft fluff rubbing all around his tip, not heated, moist insides. He was merely pushing the back of the deer's taint inward with his effort, squashing his glans that tiniest bit farther underneath the tail grasped in his paw.

Then Lev's breath caught in his throat, and a moment later Turick felt it, too: a spreading, quivering heat against his very tip, the deer's tail star beginning to spread open from the sheer force being smashed against it. Encouraged, the leopard swept his arm underneath Lev's lap to steady his thighs, letting go of the deer's tail with his other paw and holding his erection straight. He had to lean nearly doubled over with the front of his erection right under his chest. It placed his muzzle inches above Lev's tail.

He had the perfect view when it happened.

The deer's feminine butt was spread open, the cheeks parted around Turick's glans enough for him to see underneath the buck's tail, see the spot of fur along Lev's ass crack dragging inward as the leopard's tip wedged another inch firmly against the unyielding entrance. The soft buttocks surrounded his crown in curved angles. The deer's stretching tail star still wasn't visible, Turick's tapered member far too big around and hiding every trace of pink from view. So when his glans finally popped into the deer with a loud, sudden squelch, all he saw was a ring of white fur bouncing back around the front of his erection, all that shoved-forward fur and flesh rebounding to envelope nearly the entirety of Turick's sensitive crown. After another nudge of his hips, that fluffy seal closed behind the ridge of his glans, squeezing impossibly tight as Lev's soft buttocks grew more firm with his panicked clench.

The deer had his back arched, eyes bulging and staring at the ceiling, muzzle open wide, but no sound escaped him.

For his part, Turick was trembling from head to toe, unable to believe what he'd just done, yet needing desperately to do more. He moved his paws to the sides of the whitetail's rump, thumbs planting over the middle of those curves and squeezing, tugging them to either side. He couldn't part Lev's rear cheeks far enough for them to stop rubbing around his shaft, but he didn't want to. The leopard just needed something to hold onto, and could think of nothing better.

He pushed forward again, and as his shaft began to bow once more, he felt the last of Dusker's body surge into his nutsack, the mouse's feet leaving the base of Turick's shaft so that the little male could curl up fully. Turick groaned, and his erection flexed from the rush of arousal, its slight arch straightening as its front end buried itself farther into Lev's backside.

A whimper escaped the deer, and Turick shushed him soothingly, his muzzle lowering to nose and lick at the small of the whitetail's slender back. "Shh, it's okay. It's so, so good..." He hunched his hips forward again, drawing a grunted cry from the buck. "I've...I've never felt anything like this..."

"Please stop," Lev managed to whimper, then cried out again as another inch crammed into him.

"I can't," Turick moaned, propping himself back up to stare at the impossible union between his erection and the deer's fragile body. Those soft, round cheeks were hiding the front quarter of his erection, and as he gave the slightest of tugs back, tufts of musky white fur slipped back along with his shaft, sticking out around his member in little tufts before he surged forward and drew them in again. It looked for all the world as if Lev had had no anus at all before Turick arrived, as if the leopard had punched his own hole underneath the deer's tail for the single use of driving his throbbing meat inside the other male's body. A thick splash of pre poured into the buck's insides at the thought, lubing the way.

Letting go of the deer's soft haunches, the leopard leaned in again, panting against Lev's back, his arms cinching around the other's waist to hug the deer's haunches up against the feline's chest. That's when he felt the thick bulge prodding his forearm through Lev's velvety fur. More, the front of Turick's shaft could feel his own forearm through the thin wall of stretched flesh underneath it. He gasped--Lev squeaked--and he drove himself deeper still, the leopard's hips starting to move instinctively, gliding his oversized mass in and out of the deer's body by a measure of inches, but slipping farther into the skinny buck's belly with each thrust. Trembling, Turick moved his paw around that growing bulge, feeling the incredibly thick shape of it, and squeezed.

Lev made a strangled sound until the leopard's fingers relented, gasping for air afterward. Turick could only imagine what that must have felt like for the buck. For the leopard, it had been indescribable bliss. And so he did it again, and again, ignoring the strained cries coming from the other male as he slowly worked his way up through the deer's abdomen, oblivious to the absence of any twists or turns through the stag's intestines.

He didn't meet another barrier until he was fully inside Lev's stomach, the deer's rump clamping snugly around the middle of Turick's erection, and only then did it occur to him to wonder why nothing else had blocked his burrowing path. Something supernatural was happening, that was obvious, and it must have been affecting the deer as well as Turick. Changing him, making it possible for the leopard to squeeze so far inside. Maybe it had something to do with the overwhelming spice of the cinnamon-flavored musk filling the room. He couldn't be sure. He couldn't care less.

The leopard paused for a moment, panting, his paws exploring the bulge he was making in Lev's midsection. His fingertip tickled at the faint depression of the deer's navel, stretched and barely evident around the feline's penis, his tip lodged slightly farther up the deer's belly. That had to be the entrance to the stag's esophagus Turick felt spasming against his tip. He shuddered again, his body knowing exactly what to do, but a part of his mind rebelling against it, that last fragment of sanity shouting at him not to, screaming to show at least a hint of restraint.

The muscles up and down Turick's arms and legs bulged. He pulled his hips back a sliver of an inch. Then he rammed them forward, a single brutal lunge carrying him into the deer's body until his wide-stretched sheath thumped up against the stag's quivering butt.

The leopard threw his head back, the loudest roar yet filling the apothecary's sickroom. He was blinded by that sensation, warm, wet flesh surrounding every inch of his erection, his member sheathed from top to bottom in another male's body. He stumbled back, legs straining, nearly blinded by the pleasure, and groaned as his erection flexed, lifting Lev's prone form right off the cot. The deer dangled in front of him, upper body held out at a rigid angle and legs swaying limply with his hooves off the floor. Gasping, Turick grabbed ahold of the deer and hugged him up against himself, his arms tucking over that lewd bulge stretched up the stag's belly.

The leopard's overfilled balls jostled as he staggered around to face the other way. There was a mirror there, a narrow strip of glassed metal on the opposite wall. Together, the cervine and feline stared at themselves, dumbstruck.

The bulge of Turick's shaft disappeared within Lev's chest. The big cat could feel the inside of the deer's ribcage underneath his barrel. More, he could feel the strain of the buck's lungs squeezing in to either side, the flutter of the other male's heartbeat right next to his intruding flesh.

His bulge reemerged above the deer's collar bones, a curved bubble of pale fur creeping up Lev's graceful throat all the way to his chin. The lower ridges of Turick's glans were just visible where they were wedged up past the deer's chest.

The leopard moaned at the sight, caressing himself through the poor deer's belly and throat. Lev's eyes were heavily lidded, the deer barely conscious, but they abruptly opened wide, and he opened his muzzle as if to say something. Instead, a burst of sticky precum gushed from between his lips, splattering over the floor in front of the mirror, between two cots. Another pre bubble oozed down his chin, and the next splattered on the floor, as well, thicker than full cum from any normal male. Turick looked down at the little puddles forming in front of his feet. There were short strands of fur mixed in with it, gray and brown, sticking to everything they touched. Lev coughed out another muzzleful of pre that splashed against the lower half of the mirror, and as it drooled down between them and their reflections, it left more little hairs stuck in its wake.

It was then that Turick finally noticed his balls.

His left nut was almost a perfectly round, oblong sphere. There wasn't a hint of Eckart's form inside it, and when he shifted his weight from foot to foot, he could feel its contents slosh around fluidly. Next to it, Dusker's shape was still evident, but the mouse wasn't moving, and something looked oddly...soft, about his bulges. Turick reached down past Lev's hip with a shaking hand to press his palm against his right orb, rubbing at what had to be the mouse's shoulder. The leopard pressed lightly against it, then gasped when it squished inward, the lump smoothing out beside the rounder bulge of Dusker's head with a loud, morbid glorp.

The mouse started squirming again.

"Oh gods," Turick rumbled helplessly.

Lev squeezed his eyes shut, unable to say anything at all with more pre overflowing past his lips each time the leopard's embedded phallus throbbed.

Turick's legs trembled. His knees were about to go out on him. Clutching Lev tightly against his chest, he stumbled forward, only able to regain his balance after thumping the deer's body right up against the vertical mirror and leaning heavily against it, the whitetail pinned between the leopard and cool glass. Lev coughed again, and turned his face to the side afterwards, his cheek smearing against the thick pre that had splashed in front of his nose.

"I'm sorry," Turick whispered, his upper body arching back enough to keep from getting poked by the deer's short, dual-pronged antlers. "I'm sorry..." Without any conscious command, the leopard's hips began to move. "...But I can't stop."

The leopard closed his eyes, as well, trying not to think about what was happening in his scrotum, what he could feel happening against his inner thigh as he began to thrust in shallow, firm jabs into Lev's body. Each tiny lunge made his balls rub against his thighs, and each time his leg rubbed against his right nut, the lumps of Dusker's body were softer than before. There was a burst of movement inside that testicle as a particularly firm lump--the mouse's head, Turick feared--pressed up against the leopard's inner thigh, rubbing forward and back with the feline's little humping motions. The feline's legs trembled, but he couldn't spread them any further, not without losing his balance.

A surge of arousal made the leopard's scrotum tighten. The spotted yellow fur along its outer curve lifted up against the feline's inner thigh. There was a loud gurgle as that lump simply squished inward, and then all the other lumps went still.

Tears leaked from the corners of Turick's eyes, and he slowly drew his entire length back, the pink flesh glistening moistly as it slid from between Lev's skewered rump cheeks. The leopard was determined to put a stop to all this, to let the poor stag go and slump to the floor in defeat, but as the front of his erection neared the buck's abused bottom, Turick's paws lifting the other male's hips high in front of his chest, he paused.

The leopard's brow furrowed. He whimpered. And then he shoved Lev back down around himself as hard as he could.

He could feel his glans squish up against the base of the deer's skull as that tuft of a tail spasmed against the lowest curve of the leopard's belly. Gritting his teeth, Turick repeated the motion, dragging the stunned dear all the way up, then grasping those hips with clawed fingers and tugging down hard. A third time. And a fourth.

Unable to do anything to stop the onslaught, Lev's head rocked limply forward and back. His antler hit the mirror and made a spiderweb of cracks around it, but that wasn't what made him cry out in pain the next time the immense battering ram inside him pulled back far enough for him to find his voice.

Turick did need to end this, one way or another, for both their sakes. Groaning again, he turned them to one side and fell on top of the deer, the both of them crashing face forward onto the nearest cot. He arched his upper body back up, grabbed at Lev's antlers and used them as handlebars as he began rutting his shaft in and out of the poor male in a frenzy. He never pulled more than half his length free, now. He couldn't, not while keeping his paws grasped around those antlers. But he was slamming his hips into Lev's widespread rump hard enough to scoot the cot across the floor, until it bumped into the corner.

The deer barely made a sound. He took a breath every time he could, but it was always forced right back out of him with a cough or a whimper, often along with another bowlful of soupy pre. Turick didn't see any more fur in those pearly splatters. He didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. At this point, it really didn't matter.

The leopard's sack sloshed between his legs, thumping against the foot of the cot and the undersides of Lev's legs, squishing forward around those lithe limbs with every lunge. Turick could feel it in his right nut, the solid remains of a mouse's body swirling through the pool of fluids around them swiftly enough to bump against his testicle's walls here and there. Those bumps were few and far between now, and after a few more vicious thrusts, gone entirely. The leopard could feel nothing filling his stretched balls save warm, thick semen.

Turick released an antler to grab the buck's throat in one fist, just to feel the thick bulge of his glans surging up against it, his fingers giving a choking squeeze now and again to drive him into an even deeper frenzy. His other paw returned to Lev's belly, doing the same there to the pistoning barrel of his arousal, and with those two holds, he lifted the deer back up, standing upright again. He kept the other male held out at an angle, the stag's legs dangling with an occasional, weak twitch against Turick's fully rounded sack. Then the leopard started dragging the deer up and down again, using the little stag like a living toy to masturbate himself. His hips didn't stop moving, able to withdraw two thirds of his length with each thrust, and his balls rolled and jiggled between his thighs like mad, sloshing against his legs, bumping over his knees, jostling against Lev's legs, against the cot, wobbling in open air.

Why wasn't he cumming? Turick masturbated all the time, and he never took anywhere near this long to reach a climax. Now, though...now, his arousal only grew and grew, and his pumping arms and humping hips only became more frenzied with each passing moment, slamming the deer's poor rump against his lap with enough force to bruise despite the scrunched padding of his retracted sheath.

He hunched forward, hugging Lev up against himself again, teeth clamping around the stag's shoulder in a fierce mating bite while his hips continued to ream the deer. He tasted blood in his snarling muzzle, but only held the bite for a few seconds before tucking his chin over the deer's shoulder, watching the fur swelling and receding up the other male's throat. Lev's head lolled from side to side, eyes rolling, the buck's wobbly arms reaching back to grab weakly at Turick's sides.

Something unexpected happened, then. Lev came. He was only partly unsheathed, his cervine member peeking from above a ballsack that on any other day he could have been proud of. Those balls drew up between his thighs as Turick's shaft crushed his prostate from behind, and the little deer came, three quick squirts that pattered down over the cot in front of them, then subsided.

The leopard shoved himself in to the hilt, feeling the last of the deer's orgasm quivering around the base of his own shaft. He felt his own, enormous balls shift, scrotum tightening up between his thighs...then bouncing back down again.

Nope. Not enough.

Tail raised high behind him, Turick leaned forward, hammering his shaft into Lev's spent body. He spread his legs for a few seconds, then tucked them together to squeeze around his hypersensitive sack. He bit the back of the deer's neck, he licked the wounded shoulder, he nuzzled at the side of Lev's face from behind, breathing huskily into the stag's ear. He reached down to fondle the stag's sheath, the modest shaft fully retreated now, he fondled the deer's hips and rump. The leopard fondled himself through the deer's stretched belly, over and over and over again.

Nothing worked. He was always right on the edge, always finding himself somehow closer to a dramatic peak than he was a single lunge before, yet never reaching the precipice. Turick grabbed Lev by the brown and white hips again, and with a frustrated snarl, yanked the deer completely off of his shaft. Pre dribbled out from under the poor stag's tail, splattering against the leopard's tip. Lev groaned, battered and exhausted, possibly thinking Turick was done. Then, harder than ever before, hard enough to make his own eyes clench shut and force him to stagger in a half circle and stumble back against the cot, flopping on his back, Turick slammed the deer down. He thought he felt one of Lev's ribs crack from the impact behind it.

Still, the leopard didn't cum. Whimpering, he pushed himself up to a sitting position, letting go of the deer entirely and letting his rigid phallus hold Lev upright. Turick opened his eyes. He was facing the sickroom's open doorway now.

And he was looking straight at Solierre.

In his rutting frenzy, Turick hadn't heard the shop's door ring, but there the tiger-striped bunny stood, eyes wide and mortified, paw covering his muzzle. The feminine little male didn't say a word, didn't make a sound, merely staring back at the leopard and stag with his long rabbit ears pinned flat over the back of his head. Who knew how long the striped bunny had been there, watching?

"S...Sol..." Turick stammered, his voice hoarse. And then he came.

Solierre turned and fled the shop at a sprint, but Turick barely noticed. His pillar of a penis turned steel hard inside of Lev's digestive tract, his balls drew up tight between his legs, then tighter, and tighter still, and in a sudden, massive surge, a throb that the leopard could see through Lev's white belly fur, those balls sent a flood of mouse-turned-cum up through Turick's erection and blasted it out the stag's gaping muzzle. The deer had been nearly unconscious, but that woke him up, the next awe-inspiring eruption squirting from his nose, as well, seeping from the corners of his eyes.

Turick held him down and roared, his paws on the stag's shoulders, claws digging into the fur and skin. He felt blast after blast of his cum splash against his feet, against the front of his convulsing sack, against all the rest of him when Lev threw his head back from the force of one surge. Turick kept cumming and cumming, but then, abruptly, with his orgasm continuing on as strong as ever, the storm of semen stopped.

The leopard could barely concentrate mid-climax, but he made himself look at the stag's face in confusion. It was a mess of pearly semen, but wedged between the buck's teeth, stuffed inside his mouth and the top of his throat, was a bundle of green cloth, covered and fully saturated in Turick's sperm, and blocking off all the rest of it. Dusker's tunic. The leopard could feel the soft fabric plastered against his tip. More, with its escape route blocked, he could feel his semen surging back around the front of his member to pool around its middle.

The big cat looked down as he felt the fur under his lower paw swelling out even more, gasping when he realized what was happening. Against his better judgment, which was severely lacking at that moment, the leopard pressed his paw in against the fluid-filled swell rising out underneath it. There was some give and jiggle to the deer's belly, already looking pregnant, but his hide was growing more taut with every gush of cum that filled and stretched it. Taut or not, it began jiggling again, bouncing and rippling up and down, and for the longest time Turick couldn't figure out why.

Then he finally noticed. He was thrusting again. His hips were sliding his shaft an inch in and out of the deer's smeared and slathered insides, bouncing the stag on top of his lap, those soft butt cheeks making a pleasant cushion around Turick's sheath. He planted a palm on top of that growing dome, feeling it wobble, feeling the sperm underneath the deer's pelt swirling and sloshing around his undiminished shaft. The leopard was still cumming, his balls still quaking and spasming up between his thighs, what used to be a pair of friendly mice brothers spewing up and out of his shaft, then surging straight back down around it to join the growing pool.

Lev's eyes were wide and wild, his hands grasping desperately back at Turick's sides, but the leopard took the deer's wrists in his own paws and guided the smaller hands to the stag's swelling gut. "None of this is possible," Turick whispered, bouncing the little deer in his lap. He covered Lev's smaller hands with his own, feeling the other male's belly stretch and swell, the dome broad enough now to wobble out over the deer's thighs. It had been such a trim and lithely toned abdomen not long before, but now...

One last time, Turick picked himself up and got unsteadily to his feet. His orgasm wasn't about to end, he somehow knew, not until every last drop of the mice brothers' remains were drained, spilled out into the fuzzy, helpless condom of Lev's body. His climax was as strong as ever, but he wasn't done having sex with the deer. With raping the deer, he allowed himself to admit, too filled with lust to feel a shred of guilt.

He started thrusting in earnest again, not as furiously as before his orgasm hit, but still with a swift, ruthless rhythm, never pulling out far enough to let more than a few drops of his cum escape between the deer's rear cheeks. It was still enough for a messy webwork to begin to form between Turick's lap and the whitetail's bottom. The leopard didn't dare hold Lev by the deer's middle again, not now, with all that cum making the stag's belly creak with sloshing tension. Instead, Turick's paws returned to the other male's antlers, his shallowly rutting shaft helping to straighten and strengthen the deer's spine and keep it from snapping under the growing weight of his gut.

He wasn't sure if Lev was still conscious. He didn't care.

Turick stared at the still growing swell of the deer's belly, not even looking up when he heard the shop door's bell tinkle and dozens of frantic footsteps pattering up to the sickroom. Solierre had run to get others, to get help, but it was too late for the mice now. The only signs of their existence were a few thick, milky pools splattered around the room, Turick's gradually shrinking sack, and Lev's gradually stretching stomach. The leopard didn't stop humping into the deer's frame, ignoring the stunned silence of his growing audience as they peered in at him from the sickroom door, all those familiar faces watching him with inexpressible horror. They were whispering to each other, shouting at him to stop, but he couldn't hear them.

One of the leopard's paws lowered back to the deer's side, Lev's waist bulging outward in a wobbling sphere. The stag's belly jiggled and swayed, the white fur down the middle an incredibly wide stripe between the brown fur flanking it. Turick could feel the heat of his cum through that taut pelt, the semen hotter by a wide margin than Lev's fur. It was stretching more and more, a jiggling tear drop that bounced in front of the deer's dangling legs.

No one watching could think of anything to do, evidently, too stunned to take any action. Solierre was at the front of the press, such a crowd in the doorway the little rabbit was forced to stumble alone into the sickroom.

Semen dribbled from the fabric gag in Lev's muzzle, thick ropes of it swaying and flinging from side to side, forward and back as his head lolled in front of him, held only by one of Turick's paws around his left antler. It was saturated so thoroughly, some sperm leaked through, but not nearly enough to lessen the tension in the deer's gut.

Turick groaned and slumped to his knees, but he wasn't done yet, his tail thrashing behind him as he continued to bounce the deer condom on his lap. Lev's belly wobbled directly on top of the leopard's spotted balls, that growing teardrop overtaking their size, now. The deer's leg kicked, his arms thumped back against the leopard, as his eyes finally focused enough to notice their mortified audience. Lev's ears pinned back, and he shut his eyes, nostrils flaring as he tried to somehow breathe.

Each spasm of the leopard's quaking balls was visible, both as a clench of his scrotum tightening around Eckart and Dusker's wet remains, and as a rippling stretch in Lev's belly. Turick kept thrusting, kept thrusting, as if his body had forgotten how to do anything else. The bulge of his glans was still visible each time it speared up through the deer's throat, but the stag's gut was swelling so much now, the hide over his chest was stretching out from his ribcage, joining his entire torso's teardrop shape. A straining sound began to come from the deer's pelt, making Turick's ears perk worriedly. His, and everyone else's.

Still, he couldn't stop. He found himself meeting Solierre's eyes as he pounded up and down through his never ending orgasm. Turick couldn't stop himself from imagining the little rabbit in Lev's place, picturing the bunny bloating out from gallons upon gallons of his cum, the bunny's curved rump padding his thrusts up into the little male's body.

Having Solierre watching him stoked the leopard's arousal even higher, his spurts into the stag's spherical belly growing longer, the big cat's thrusts becoming short, powerful jabs that made Lev's entire body quake, with long, slow withdrawals between them. Turick grabbed the deer's belly in a wide hug, barely able to get his arms around more than half of it, and a gentle squeeze from the leopard's arms was only able to squish the taut hide inward ever so slightly, twin, quivering dimples along the middle of Lev's ballooning body that bounced back to a sphere again as soon as Turick let go.

The leopard groaned, leaning forward where he knelt, feeling the bottom of Lev's dome rest against the floor. When he rolled them further forward, the buck's legs lifted off the ground, propped up by the lowest curve of his midsection, the deer's belly growing a little flatter under their combined weight, but only a very little. Turick's knees pressed into the taut gut, straddling the deer's legs. It put Lev's rump at the perfect height to thrust into, as if the leopard had bent him over a cot all over again.

More, it made Lev's entire stretching body bounce with each lunge.

"Someone stop him!" One of the other apprentices shouted, and this time, when a couple of them started moving into the room along with Solierre, Turick glared up at the lot of them from under his eyebrows, giving a warning snarl.

"Stay back," he growled, a husky whisper. When they looked uncertain, he unsheathed the claws of one hand and ran them through Lev's side, lightly raking them against the overtensioned skin beneath. "I'm not done yet."

They backed off. Solierre did, too, as far as he was able, but the press of aghast onlookers kept the bunny from leaving the room entirely. Turick should have been aghast, too, but he no longer gave his behavior a second thought. This felt so, _so_good.

He slammed his hips forward and smacked his lap against Lev's backside, feeling those soft cheeks thump around his base. The stag balloon made a sound like a water-filled drum. Turick ploughed into him again, his paws caressing over the deer's overfilled sides. The condom of that gut didn't seem to be getting any bigger anymore, but the leopard could feel plenty more of his micecum gushing from his throbbing shaft. His balls were as big as large pumpkins, now. He still had around a quarter of his load to pump into the deer's body, but it looked and felt like that poor belly had expanded as far as it possibly could, even with the aid of whatever phenomena was altering their physiology.

Lev's tail spasmed against Turick's lower belly as he held himself fully sheathed in the deer's body. The buck's tailhole stretched tight around the leopard's base, Lev's ribs snug around the top of the feline's shaft, but all Turick could feel around the middle of his erection were Eckart and Dusker, their liquid remnants merging into that singular, slimy entity that swirled around the leopard's erection. Lev's head arched back, his eyes wide and panicky as his arms braced around his curved sides, as if trying to hold himself together. His straining hide made a creaking noise, stretched so dramatically, Turick could see pale pink skin between each strand of fur, paler even than it should have been. It was almost translucent, the semen behind it tinting it a creamy off-white.

Turick leaned in and nuzzled at the side of Lev's face. "Shh. It's okay. I'm almost done. We're almost there." He lowered his muzzle further, rubbing his cheek against the bulge of his crown in the deer's throat, and shuddered in ecstasy as he felt the next gush of his climax ripple underneath the other male's fur, right against the leopard's face.

The deer's belly creaked and groaned again, louder this time, and when the feline stroked his palms down over what he could reach of the poor stag's belly, there wasn't any give at all. It was like petting a fuzzy rock. His hips started moving again, making the cum filling Lev swirl around once more, but there was no more bounce or jiggle left in that enormous abdomen.

A small scrap of green cloth fluttered to the floor in front of them. Lev was clenching his jaws so hard, he'd bitten clean through part of Dusker's tunic. The deer's nostrils were flaring, his arms held up in the air at his sides, no longer daring to touch the high-tension dome of his body. His legs twitched underneath Turick's still-erupting sack.

A footstep came from in front of them, and Turick looked up to find Solierre stepping closer, the bunny's paws outstretched in front of him. The look on the rabbit's face managed to break through the leopard's haze, if only a little. It was the terror of someone who saw a friend teetering at the edge of a cliff. Turick slowly slid his shaft fully inside of Lev's body one more time, hilting the deer, and met the rabbit's eyes. "Just a little more," the leopard whimpered.

Solierre licked his lips. He swallowed. He opened his petite muzzle and whispered, "Rick--"

The sound that suddenly filled the small sickroom was like nothing Turick had ever heard before. It was like a silk bag of runny eggs hitting the ground after a long drop, a loud bang and sploorsch at the same time. It happened all at once, no single part of the deer's body giving in first, but rather his entire form exploding in every direction in an all-encompassing burst of white. Turick staggered backward from the force of it, his entire frontside covered in that single instant by his semen. Solierre was knocked off his feet by the explosion, sprawling back in the pool of it with his face and body a miniature mirror of the leopard's, his fur and clothing completely obscured in the front by what was left of the apprentice alchemists.

Everyone stood completely stunned. It wasn't quite silent in the room, however. An occasional plop sounded when cum dripped from the ceiling, a louder slop splashing next to the open doorway as Dusker's soaked tunic fell onto a thicker lump in the semen pool, a lump with a single antler sticking up from it, a dual-pronged branch covered in cum. And there were regular, rhythmic splashes, messy splattering sounds, each time another jet gushed out of Turick's shaft.

His erection stood out from him at an upward angle, so smothered in its own semen, there wasn't a hint of pink visible. He was still climaxing, every bit as hard as before, and each long, musky rope of it was splattering down right on top of the cum-covered bunny in front of him.

Turick's shaking paws reached down and grabbed around the base of his shaft, squeezing.

There was fur in the air, brown and white, drifting down from where the strands were stuck to the ceiling. More littered the cum that had painted nearly the entire room.

Turick stroked his paws slowly from his retracted sheath to his erupting tip.

One of the only clean spots on the walls was a leopard-shaped outline behind him.

He stroked himself again, aiming his spurts right at Solierre's stunned face, unable to look away as each gush splashed between the rabbit's ears, against his cheek, over the bridge of his short muzzle.

There were other lumps in each corner of the room, longer mounds that weren't quite distinguishable. But everyone knew what they were.

Turick took a faltering step toward the bunny, and like a cum sculpture come suddenly to life, Solierre lifted an arm from the mess around him, unable to see, his eyes glued shut by semen. His ears tried to lift in alarm, but they, too, were too weighed down, only able to twitch, a network of cum ropes connecting them to the floor, one linking all the way to the wall next to the open door behind him.

The leopard took another step, feeling his balls nestled tightly between his thighs. They were still as big as large melons, but his orgasm was finally beginning to falter. "Sol," he growled through clenched fangs, every muscle in his body clenched to keep him from tackling the cum bunny in front of him then and there. "Sol... Run."

Solierre struggled back to his feet, slipped face-first in the slime, then pushed himself upright again. He was right there, within Turick's reach. One last jet of cum flung weakly against the rabbit's hip, the next throb bringing a large bubble of jism that flowed down the belly of Turick's member and cascaded down the shallow crease between his spent genitals. "Please, Sol." One arm kept pumping up and down his shaft as it began to soften ever so slightly. The other reached out for the rabbit while Solierre tried to wipe cum out of his eyes. "Please. Run!"

Turick staggered toward the rabbit, but someone else got there first, a cum-covered, green-scaled hand grabbing Solierre by the hand and tugging him out the door. They ran, every one of them, leaving Turick standing alone in the ruined sick room, ankle deep in what was left of three of his friends as the sticky mess of it drooled out the open door.

Eckart. Dusker. Lev. His cock had devoured and digested two of them and popped the third. It was slowly softening further now and retreating back into his huge sheath, but he could still feel a persistent, desperate hunger between his legs. He needed more. So much more.

Gasping for air, the hyper-endowed leopard stumbled out of the sickroom and followed the cum trail left behind by those who had taken the brunt of the blast when Lev exploded. He staggered out into the afternoon sunlight, the fresh air hitting him like a hammer. His cinnamon aroma was still heavy around him, but a steady breeze kept it from being quite so overwhelming now. Panting and gulping, he cast his eyes around the village, hugging his arms around himself. There was Solierre, being led into the temple by Marcel, the priest's reptilian apprentice. Other apprentices were standing and pointing at him, some who had watched the entire deadly spectacle, others who were seeing him for the first time since he returned from the forest.

Turick ran his paws back over his ears and the back of his head, matting his fur even more with the semen covering his hands. He was a murderer, and everyone knew it.

He was hungry, and needed a tight hole to fill. Already, his moist tip was peeking from his sheath, glistening pink and milky white in the sunlight.

With every last ounce of his willpower, Turick turned toward the edge of the village and sprinted for the sheltering edge of the trees.