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This story was written by myself, GryphonWings, and my dear pet Atlas86.

*It contains interactions between a large anthro crocodile and an otteress, and about a dozen gryphons and an otter. *

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The truck rumbled to a stop just a few dozen meters ahead of them, kicking up a cloud of dust as it pulled off the road and onto the clay. A loud sigh of relief escaped the mouth of a young otteress, lowering her outstretched hand as she and her husband walked up towards the vehicle.

"See," she huffed, looking over at her husband Peter and patting down her fur, "I told you someone would stop eventually." Peter frowned and looked up at the truck, somewhat intimidated by its size.

"It mightn't be safe Triss," he warned, "you never know these days who could be looking to kidnap you." She looked back at him and gestured to the truck, approaching the window with a cautious yet eager gaze. They had been hiking for over a week now, after Peter has lost their GPS. Their supplies were running low, and a truck of any description was a welcome sight after having walked the quiet highway for hours.

"We don't have a choice," she replied, "it's either this or we potentially starve." Peter grumbled but knew she was right, and together they looked into the rolled-down window.

"Can I give ya'll a lift inta town?" came a deep, accented voice from the cabin. Both otters gasped a little when they saw what was inside. A huge, muscular croc, sporting a wide-brimmed hat with a cigar propped between his jaws, sat in the driver's seat. He was looking at them with a somewhat intimidating gaze, but then again anything looked intimidating from someone of that size and stature. Seeing the startled gaze of the two smaller creatures, he chuckled in a low, baritone voice and removed the cigar, placing it into a small container on his dash.'

"Ain't no need for concern," he reassured them, "I'm just an' interstate truckie deliverin' some goods. Name's Louis, yer welcome to tag along to the next town if ya want." Triss and Peter looked at one another briefly, somewhat reassures by his laid-back demeanour. He didn't seem creepy or dangerous, and Peter nodded slowly.

"Alright, thanks for the help," Triss said gratefully, looking back at the crocodile with a smile, "where are you headed?"

"Tarven," the croc replied, and Peter's eyes widened.

"Tarven! That was our original destination," he said in surprise, "how far away is it?"

"Oh... 'bout a hundred miles," the croc replied, scratching his jaw in thought. Triss scowled and turned on Peter.

"We're a hundred miles off course thanks to you," she snapped, and he raised his hands defensively. "I said I'm sorry, okay?" he replied quickly, and the truckie chuckled from behind them.

"Sorry ta interrupt your argument," Louis said with a toothy grin, "but I do gotta make my delivery on a schedule. If yer gonna tag along, then ya best hurry things along." Triss turned back and nodded, slowly stepping forward towards the cabin.

"Oh, there's only room for one in tha front," the croc added, "but there's plenty of room in the trailer. Never picked up a pair 'o hitchhikers before. Hope that isn't too much of an' issue for ya." Peter frowned again, but slowly shrugged.

"Triss, you go in the front, I'll hop in the back," Peter offered, "hopefully it'll make up for getting lost a little." Triss paused, but then nodded. "It'll help your case," she said with a small smile.

"Plenty to sit on in the back," Louis informed him, "it 'aint that bad. You hop up in the front lassie, and I'll go help your hubby into the back. I'm transportin' some cattle, so it might smell a little funny but it beats walkin'." He laughed again and hopped out of the truck, walking around to the back while Peter followed from the other side.

Wrapping his thick fingers around the handle, the croc threw the door open with practiced precision. His thick biceps barely flexed as he pulled the heavy-looking metal door open, swinging it on its hinges until it slowly edged to a stop at a perfect right angle. A musty scent rolled from the open door and into the otter's nose; that distinct barn scent made portable. He wrinkled his nose a little, and the big croc chuckled down at him.

"City folk, if I ain't mistaken," he commented light-heartedly. Stepping to Peter's side, he slapped a heavy palm against his back, making the otter at half his size stumble forward and cough from the sudden blow. "Ya get used ta it pretty quick. It ain't air conditioned like tha cab, but I'm sure you'll manage."

Leading him to the rear edge of the trailer, Peter put his paws on the smooth rubber floor and hefted himself upwards. The floor sat just above his waist, making it a bit of an effort to get into. Louis waited with his hand on the door and an amused smile on his snout, waiting for the little otter to get himself completely inside the trailer. The metal box felt warm from all the heat it had absorbed throughout the day, but it was nothing compared to the blazing sun beating down on their backs.

"Thanks again, Louis. I hope we won't be a burden to you," he said, turning back to the croc as he began to close the door.

"No trouble 'tall," he replied, grinning down at the otter who was still a few heads short of eye level. "You can keep the birds company till they get home."

"Birds?" Peter asked. "I thought you said you were moving cattle?"

"Cows, birds, they're all jus' big animals. Probably gettin' antsy after such a long trip. Give 'em a rub, would ya?" Louis replied, and before he could respond the door was closed in Peter's face. He heard Louis' boots thumping on the road as he returned to the cab. Turning around, he looked at the short door that separated him from the animals that he knew lingered beyond.

"What kind of birds could be thought of as cattle?" he asked himself, and reached for the door.

****

Louis reached up and popped the passenger door with ease. It was a strange thing for her to notice, but the croc was just so large and strong. Her eyes trailed down the contours of his bare biceps, bulging and uncovered by the wife beater that stretched around his well-stocked torso. He had a strong chest, pecs pushing against the elastic fabric, but not nearly as much as the thick gut he was sporting. He just exuded masculinity, something she found Peter certainly lacked.

"Ya gonna get in?" he asked, smiling at her with a strange, courteous smile bordering on a smirk. She blushed as she realized she had been caught staring, and after clearing her throat she stepped up to the side of the behemoth truck. The steps leading up to the door were made for species with longer legs than her, and after she had struggled her way onto the first step, she felt strong, thick hands wrapping gingerly around her sides. She stiffened as she was lifted right up into the seat by the croc, and left to settle as he returned to his side of the vehicle. She reached across and pulled the oversized seat belt over her body as he hauled himself into his seat, making the whole truck rock as the suspension bobbed under his weight. He didn't seem concerned about the belt, and elected instead to turn the key and wake his beast. A controlled stutter preceded the engine's roar to life, and with a hefty clunk he shifted into gear and smoothly rolled back onto the lonely road. A heavy silence fell over the cab, and Triss wasn't sure what do with herself. She twiddled her thumbs in her lap, keeping her eyes what horizon she could see over the high dashboard. Occasionally she glanced over at the big croc, who seemed more interested in looking at her than the road.

"So... what's yer story?" came his gruff voice as he turned on the cruise control, sitting back a little in the chair and popping the cigar back in his mouth. Triss looked up at him, the bulky male seeming even larger now that they were sitting together in the cabin. He was twice her height and likely five times her weight, and she couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by his stature.

"We... we were out for a hiking trip," she said quietly, "and a couple of days in, Peter lost our GPS over a cliff. After that we were lost... wandering around for days while our supplies ran down. It was a good thing you found us, or we might have been in serious trouble." She watched as he drew in a breath, and breathed out a waft of smoke. Normally she found smoking somewhat unpleasant, but it seemed to suit the crocodile.

"Glad I could help out," Louis said with a nod, "trips up'n down the highway can get a little borin' sometimes. Don't mind the company." Triss nodded, and looked forward. The road seemed to stretch on forever, pretty much dead straight as it reached into the horizon. She swallowed a little; if they'd kept walking it was very likely they'd have starved.

"Is he going to be okay back there?" the otteress asked, gesturing back towards the trailer. The croc chuckles and little and nodded his head. "Nuttin' back there for him to hurt himself on," Louis explained, "all the animals are locked up good." Triss nodded, and looked down at her paws. She was still upset with her husband, and she doubted that would go away until they got back to a warm shower and a comfortable bed.

"What about you?" she asked, "got any story to tell?" The crocodile laughed a little, and shook his head.

"Me missus died a few years back," he replied, "tragic accident... an the fishin' business wasn't doin' so well either. After she passed... well, I didn't have much ta keep me tied down, so I packed it all up and got me truck-drivin' license." Triss wasn't quite sure what to say; she hadn't expected such a tale.

"Sorry to hear that," she said, and the bulky male chuckled and popped the cigar back down.

"Nuthin' to be sorry for, lass," he told her with a smile, "I don't mind the open road. Make a decent livin', get to see new places, it ain't so bad." Triss couldn't help but smile at his positive attitude, and found herself looking once more at his impressively muscled body. He was a broad-shouldered beast that would have dwarfed football players. The rippling muscles on his arms were as thick as her head, and covered in a skin of rough, leathery, deep-green scales. Despite the cold air blasting from the truck's vents, his entire body was coated in a layer of sweat that made the harsh light outside reflect and glimmer off his body. There were wet marks around his neckline, under his arms, and around the bottom of his tight shirt, which led into a pair of baggy beige cargo shorts that hung loosely from even his monstrous thighs. She was amazed that they even made a truck big enough for a person like him, although being an otter she had little experience with the vehicles made for larger species than herself. Louis grunted and shifted sideways in his seat. With one hand still on the wheel, he reached down and scratched between his legs, drawing Triss' attention to the spot. Her eyes widened as for the first time she noticed his bulging groin. Her perspective had made it look like he was just propping up his other leg a little, but whatever lay beneath that fabric was definitely straining against its bonds, and she imagined it wasn't even trying. Her cheeks flushed deep beneath her chestnut fur.

"Not many crocs back home, huh?" he asked with a chuckle, looking back at her with a friendly smile. "Been quite interested in me."

Triss snapped her attention to the croc's face, trying to hide her burning embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry. You're just so...big," she replied, stumbling around inside her own head for something more to say. "I've never seen someone that big before."

Louis' hearty laughter filled the cab. "Ain't many men like me," he agreed. "'An likewise, I ain't really seen someone so little before, beggin' yer pardon. Otters tend ta stick near water, don't cha? Not a swimmin' hole for miles, much as I love ta take a dip meself. Don't get much time for it these days, haulin' beasts around. Good money, though."

"This is the first trip Peter and I have taken since we got married," Triss commented. "He's such an idiot."

"Men ain't perfect," Louis chuckled. "Sure his heart's in the right place."

"He's so hopeless. I used to find it endearing, I wanted to take care of him, but after five years it's just become a headache," she sighed, crossing her arms and looking up at the sky through the passenger-side window. "I'm thinking of getting a divorce when we get home."

"I ain't in any position ta give marital advice," the big croc replied, shaking his head and frowning. "I'm still married to a corpse, and for now I'm plenty fine with that. She's good to me, even in my memories. I would reckon he's lucky to have ya, though,"

Triss chuckled softly. "Thank you, Louis. You're very sweet," she replied, bringing a small smile to the croc's face. "How long has it been, if you don't mind me asking?"

He scratched his lower jaw thoughtfully, staring out along the empty road ahead. "'Bout three an' a half years now. It was hard, and I ain't been with a woman since."

Something sparked inside Triss at that moment, something she hadn't felt since her dating years. It was just a thought that ran through her head, a dirty, baseless opinion, but it was suddenly on her tongue and in the air before she realized what she was doing. "I don't feel like I've ever been with a real man."

Louis' head turned back to her, his brow cocked curiously, before a deceptively innocent smile broke across his snout.

****

Peter's paws slowly wrapped around the gate, fiddling with the latch as the truck rumbled along the open highway. He was slightly concerned about leaving his wife up there with the massive crocodile, but anthros didn't eat prey in the same way feral creatures did these days. He doubted any harm would befall her, especially since this truck driver was already carrying around some kind of animal. Anyone who would be looking to cause harm probably wouldn't be carrying actual cargo anyway. Still, he was curious to know what was being transported.

Finally managing to grasp the latch that was evidently made for a much bigger pair of hands, he tugged it back and pulled open the door. At first he wasn't quite sure what he was seeing; the shapes moving about the inside of the truck were too large to be anything recognizable. Yet, when one of them turned to look at him, he fell back with a startled gasp.

Gryphons! Peter panicked, scrambling backwards away from the gate as the hybrid creatures began to turn their attention towards the unexpected newcomer. The one that had spotted him first began to walk over, and the otter froze in fear as the feral beast came into proper view.

It was huge; easily twice his size, with a curved, golden beak and dark brown feathers and fur. A whip-like corded tail flicked behind it, while a set of green eyes focused their attention upon the otter. He hadn't ever seen a gryphon before in his life, and yet as he looked down the length of the trailer, eight of them were abandoning their pens to come see what the fuss was about.

The little otter didn't say anything; they were ferals, beasts that walked on four legs and didn't speak a word of the common language. Yet those eyes scrutinized him with a firm intelligence, and he felt somewhat small and powerless as more gryphons crowded around him. It was too late to close the gate now, and he only hoped that gryphons weren't quite as scary as he'd heard in the stories.

Yet, they didn't do anything at first. They simply looked down at him with a degree of confusion, seemingly just as surprised at the otter's appearance as he was with theirs. Peter's back was pressed up against the cold steel door of the truck, and he cursed his own curiosity. The croc would probably be annoyed that he'd ventured where he shouldn't, and let all of his cargo free. He couldn't open the door now; they might all escape and that certainly wouldn't go down well. Still, perhaps it was better than being eaten.

Something caught his eye however, a sign that he'd missed before hanging just above the pens. It read: 'Caution - Live stud gryphons for insemination trials. No unauthorized entry'. A wave of realization fell over the otter as he looked up at the eight curious beaks that surrounded him, and down slowly between their legs where eight sets of very heavy testicles swung freely between their legs.

"Oh gods..." Peter breathed as one of the gryphons slowly stepped forward.

He gasped and fell back as the huge creature pressed its heavy beak against his body, pushing him back and causing him to lose his balance. Its eyes roamed across his body, and he could feel its hot breath wafting through its nares as it drew in his scent. Having been hiking for so long in the hot sun, he didn't imagine he smelled very good. However, with the way the gryphon squawked excitedly to its companions, he surmised that maybe the beast thought different. A moment later, two more beaks were around him, the beasts testing the width of the trailer by trying to squeeze as many around him as they could. Unfortunately for them, they could fit little more than two birds side-by-side between the walls. Two of the large creatures stepped over him, turning around to seal him in a box of fur and feathers. Four gryphons surrounded him in the suddenly tight trailer, nuzzling and bumping their heads against him. He had no idea what they wanted, but he was terrified of what they could do to him. These were huge beasts, and very carnivorous. Any one of them could want him as a snack; pick him up and swallow him whole, or worse. He just lay there, cowering, as beaktips jabbed gently against his body.

Clawed forepaws began to graze over his body, exploring his body and his curves. His heart pounded as the sharp points grazed so gently over his skin, so close to tearing him to shreds but leaving without a scratch on him. He gasped and tensed up when he felt a sudden tug on his body, one of the claws catching on the collar of his shirt. The pressure only lasted a moment, though, before the thin, sweat-soaked fabric gave way and tore. The birds gave an excited squawk at the discovery, and continued to claw at his shirt until it was reduced to ribbons on his chest and belly. They then moved on to his shorts, fixing him with the same excited stare a child gave to a Christmas present. He held himself perfectly still as they fiddled between his legs, shredding his thicker shorts and underwear in a matter of moments, and leaving him totally bare. One of the gryphons seemed to caw in distaste when it saw his cock and his tight scrotum resting between his thighs, while the others seemed to chirp like they were laughing at him. One of them looked more curious, and lowered his beak between his legs to push his nares against his groin. He shivered as he felt its hot breath wafting over his most sensitive place. He jumped, a yelp of surprise echoing through the trailer as something wet and slick was suddenly pressed against his tailhole, and run up through his taint to the underside of his testicles. The beast purred softly as it savoured his taste, and all of the birds suddenly looked to him with what he could only describe as a lusty smile. He gulped nervously, seeing pointed red flesh beginning to slip from the heavy sheaths of the beasts. He knew what they wanted, but he had never done anything like that before. He just hoped they would be gentle with him.

****

The croc leaned back a little in his seat, resting one arm on the steering wheel while the other came up to scratch his jaw. His eyes were turned downwards towards the otteress in the seat next to him, a low chuckle rising to his throat.

"Ain't been with a real man before?" Louis asked with amusement, "what 'bout your hubby there in the back?" The otteress blushed a little as she realized how personal the statement had been, and she fell silent for a few moments, thinking about her reply.

"Peter... I mean, he's nice and all but... you know... he's..." she muttered, not quite sure how to phrase her answer. Louis watched her for a bit before turning his gaze back towards the road.

"I get'cha," he said, chuckling a little. Triss paused, and then blushed as she looked up at him.

"What do you mean, you get me?" she quickly asked, a little heat rising to her cheeks. The croc laughed a little and straightened his hat.

"He ain't givin yer what ya need in the bedroom," the bulky male explained, and the heat in her cheeks turning into a full-blown embarrassed blush. She wanted to say something, to correct him or tell him off for being so forward, yet he spoke the truth. Peter hadn't exactly done much to satisfy for for the past few years. She looked away, trying to hide her flustered expression, and the crocodile kept silent for a bit while she composed herself.

"I shouldn't pry," he said finally, "It's none 'o my business." Triss didn't say anything, merely looking over at the driver with a curious stare. It didn't matter how many times she turned her stare over him, he was still just as big and intimidating as before. She couldn't help but look at his cargo shorts again, that pronounced bulge in the front still evident. Her thoughts turned lewd as she thought about the handsome beast in an inappropriate manner, and she swallowed nervously. Even she couldn't convince herself that she wasn't interested; his low, sexy accent, rippling muscles and that constant, sweaty odor that filled her nose was enough to have her body responding in kind.

Everything in her mind told her it was wrong. He was twice her size, a different species, someone she had just met less than an hour ago, and she was married to boot. Yet, as Louis turned his head to look at her, her own body was betraying her. For all his silly charm, Peter hadn't given her what she wanted for years. She locked eyes with the green-scaled truck-driver, well aware that he knew where she'd been giving her attention.

"We still a few hours worth 'o drivin' 'till we reach town," he told her with a chuckle, "if yer like what ya see, then say so."

"Louis, I...I mean...I'm married," she stammered, suddenly backtracking as her flirting and poorly-hidden desires were becoming tangible in front of her.

"Said ya wanted a divorce not five minutes ago," he replied. "Why don't ya tell me what ya find so appealin'?"

"I've always...been attracted to larger men," she replied with a blush and a sigh. "Before I met Peter I would hang around clubs and bars, trying to get the dogs, cats or whatever other larger men were around to notice me. They would sometimes let me drink with them or dance for awhile, but when the nights wore down they always gravitated to the larger, more shapely women at the clubs."

A hearty laugh rolled from Louis' mouth when she had finished. "My wife's chest was flatter than mine, an' I never fucked her any gentler for it," the croc said jokingly, although the comment made Triss shiver. She was sure he would be a powerful force in bed, or anywhere. "Not scared I would hurt ya?"

She shook her head. "I know we just met, but I feel like I can trust you."

Louis smiled at her. "Ain't done anything ta earn it, but I appreciate it," he replied. "An' if it's anything ta ya, I think yer quite pretty."

Triss' face warmed at the compliment, and she stiffened slightly as his hand fell over her shoulders. His thick fingers easily wrapped over her collar, feeling heavy on her body as he began to rub her softly. Slowly she relaxed, leaning back against his palm as he worked over her idly, half his attention on the empty road.

"It feels like Peter hasn't touched me in years," she whispered softly, her head resting back in the crook of his thumb.

"Sounds like he's wastin' what he's got," Louis replied. "Tell me what ya want."

"I...I want you," she gasped, looking across the cab at him with all those years of lust and need welling up inside her. "Please Louis. I need you."

The big croc smirked, and gave her a soft chuckle. He lifted his hand away from her, making her whimper as its comfort left her. She followed it with her eyes to where it settled over his bulge, fingers wrapping around it to shift the entire mass once more. "Undo yer seatbelt, an let's get ya out of those dirty clothes," he said.

Triss' cheeks bloomed, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest. This was really happening. She was hooking up with this huge man she had just met while her husband waited in the trailer just behind them. It was so dirty, so wrong, and yet she had never wanted anything more. Reaching down, she fumbled with the release until her seatbelt slithered back against the wall. Freed from its constriction, she put her paws around the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, the sweat-soaked fabric sliding off her short, smooth fur with ease. The button on her shorts were next, the metal feeling especially cool with her increasing warmth. When she finally fished it through its hole, the deafening roar of her zipper filled the quiet cabin. The heavy fabric slipped from her legs and onto the floor mat. She was left in only a pair of black panties, wet and tight. At this point, she was unsure of what that wetness in her underwear was from. Pushing her thumbs under the elastic, she pushed them down slowly, providing a teasing display for the croc watching her. When the light clothing fell off the tip of her paws, she was left bare in his passenger seat, blushing furiously and looking at him with a sheepish expression. She didn't know what to do, but whatever it was she wanted it. Without pomp and circumstance, he reached across and slipped a heavy digit between her legs. She gasped aloud as his leathery fingertip ground over her sex, spreading her lips and sparking her clit. He pulled it out after one stroke, glimmering with her fluids, and promptly slid it into his mouth. Her heart fluttered as he tasted her, and he grinned wide as his finger left his lips with a satisfied smirk. "Won't be able to eat ya out while I'm drivin', but I wanted a taste all the same," he said.

****

Peter's nervous eyes darted back and forth between the gryphons surrounding him on both sides, wondering which one would make a move first. Each gryphon was a little unique, each one sporting a different shade of brown across their fur and feathers, mottling in different places, and varying sizes. The largest, who had just tasted between his legs, stood over him with a dominant smirk across his beak. It seemed that even feral animals knew how to intimidate him. He whimpered fearfully despite the glowing blush on his cheek, and he watched meekly as the large bird stalked around him slowly. The other gryphons chirped excitedly between each other, like they were gossiping quietly about him behind his back. Their sharp eyes kept gazing over his body, their beaks curving upwards wickedly, before turning back to their nearest compatriot.

Putting his paws to the floor, he kept his eyes locked on the lead gryphon as he came around beside him. When he tried to slowly sit up, he suddenly felt a hard, heavy forepaw pressing down on his chest. He hit the vibrating floor of the moving trailer with a dull thud, grunting as the weight overwhelmed him. The gryphon shrieked dominantly at him, snapping its beak in front of his face in a display of strength. Peter didn't dare move again. A moment later the beast pulled away, clicking his beak in distaste of his disobedience.

He wasn't entirely sure what to do. The amount of gryphons made it hard to think of any way to escape, even if he did have some kind of plan. He doubted he could get the giant metal door open by himself, and even if he could somehow manage that he would be stopped before he got there. His eyes continued to glance from gryphon to gryphon, both at their curious stares and emerging arousals. He swallowed nervously, sizing up what was between their legs. Stud gryphons, the sign had read, and he could see now why they were labelled as such. Each one had a penis the size of his arm; a very intimidating prospect for the cornered otter. Worst of all, he'd never been with anyone except Triss; he didn't want this, not at all.

The leader came to his head and looked down upon him, drawing his attention up towards the shadowed ceiling. The huge beast loomed over him, smirking down at him intimidatingly. His heart pounded in his chest, unsure of exactly what was going to happen to him. He only had the vague idea in his mind that he was going to be raped by these creatures. He heard shuffling behind him as the huge bird shifted its body, sliding its forelegs forward while the rest of its body moved just outside his field of view. Tilting his head back a little further, he gasped as two thick thighs moved up on either side of his head. Directly above him, rocking back and forth with the momentum of his movements, the gryphon's balls swayed. They looked heavy, each about the size of his paw in diameter. He had no idea the last time they had been used, but judging by how quickly all of the gryphons had grown aroused at his arrival, he anticipated they were all looking for long-awaited relief.

He sniffed nervously, and caught a lungful of the lead gryphon's potent musk. These were truly beasts, providing a thicker, deeper scent than just any unwashed anthro. The smell wafted down from above, no doubt from the damp fur between the gryphon's thighs. Such a large beast with such thick fur would sweat a lot in desert heat like this, even if the trailer was air-conditioned. Still, having all the gryphons, especially this one, so close to him did a good job to fend off the artificial cool, covering his body in their combined, humid aura.

He tried to worm his way back out from under the hovering gryphon, but that only landed its strong forepaw on his chest again, holding him down to the floor and squawking at him in disapproval once more. It was clear that he was right where they wanted him, and he was in no position to change that. With the other birds anxiously watching from the sidelines, the largest, lead gryphon sat down. Peter winced as his imposing frame fell towards him, sturdy hips crashing down into the trailer floor all around him. The top and sides of his head were grazed by thick groin fur, but instead of ending up with his face pressed under its wide rump, his loose testicles fell across his head, rolling over his eyes and shrouding half his face in damp, musky darkness. His mouth was uncovered, but his nose did not fair so lucky, trapped between the two heavy nuts and forced to inhale the rich, earthy odour straight from the folds of its source. At such close range, even his mouth was unsaved, as each breath carried the salty taste of ball sweat to his taste buds.

The gryphon purred loudly above him, taunting him with its pleasure and satisfaction. The other birds cawed and squawked at him as well, as if they were all laughing at him. Peter's cheeks flushed bright red, barely visible from under the gryphon's testicles. Lifting his paws to the beast's scrotum, he pressed his fingers against the underside of the his scrotum and attempted to push it away. The gryphon only chuckled in amusement at his attempts to struggle, and slowly rolled himself forward. Peter's cry was silenced under a thick layer of short-furred skin filling his lips and moulding to his face. He writhed and wriggled, attempting to dislodge himself from the sweaty hood over his eyes, but the gryphon was just too strong for him to defy. His mouth was filled with his powerful flavour, his saliva tainting with sweat to cover every corner in a rich, masculine coating. Struggling only garnered more amused cackling from the crowd gathered around them and a heavier weight pressed down on his face, while a pathetic whimper only increased the strength of the vibrating purr all around him. The gryphon loved smothering him, and there would be nothing he could do to escape until the bird was satisfied. In fact, it felt like all of the birds wanted in on it, as he felt the heat and softness of other pairs of testicles sliding in over his feet and against his sides. He was pinned and smothered beneath the group, and whimpered softly as he saw no means of escape. He hoped they were almost there; only Louis could save him from his cargo.

****

Triss gasped breathlessly as her sex was stroked again and again, the huge croc next to her rubbing his thick fingertip across her clit idly while he drove. Her paws gripped the seat firmly as her body was wracked with pleasure. It had been ages since she felt anything like this, unable to think straight with sparks flying up her spine.

"L-Louis...please wait," she gasped, pushing her paws against the heel of his palm and pushing it away. He looked down at her with a confused expression.

"I wasn't hurtin' ya, was I?" he asked, putting his fingers back to his maw to lick her sweet juices.

"N-No, no you were wonderful," she replied, wiping the corner of her mouth of the spittle that had leaked there during her fit of pleasure. "I just...I don't want to be the only one being pleasured here. You lost your wife, and you've been alone since then. Could I...Could I return the favor?"

She loved the way Louis' snout cracked with a smile, and he waved her across the center console towards the front of the truck. "She's in cruise, so it'll be fine if ya get down under the wheel."

She blushed, her thoughts turning to what it must be like between the huge gator's thighs. Down under the wheel, where no one outside would be able to see her. It was so secret, so dirty, her whole body shivered in anticipation. Rolling onto her knees, she crawled across the seat towards him. Carefully avoiding the shifter as she slipped by, she put her paw on Louis' knee to ease herself down to the floor. She could already feel the warmth of his body, and a dry, earthy odour hovered in the air around her. The heavy croc spread his legs a little further, giving her extra room to get comfortable between his thighs. She blushed as the thick bulge loomed in front of her face, spreading a warm aura around her face. Every breath was filled with his scent, making her salivate gently at the thought of what lay beyond this trucker's shorts. Reaching up with shaking paws, she fumbled with the button until the two halves of his waistband separated. His thick gut, filled with cheap truck-stop and roadside diner meals, sagged as it was released, straining the zipper beneath that was just holding together. She took the tab between her fingers, looking up to Louis for confirmation with an embarrassed, excited blush on her cheeks. All he did was smile, warm and friendly as he always was. When he glanced back up at the road, she filled the cabin with the sounds of undressing, and she gasped as the gator's endowment spilled out towards her.

"Ahh, that's better," Louis sighed, slouching a little further down in his seat. This pushed his bulging groin further towards Triss' stunned face. "Those were gettin' a little tight."

She had no idea where to even begin. The gator's genitals would be an envy to even other species his size. Nothing about him was small, size, length, smell, nor the beads of sweat rolling around the curves of his scrotum. His penis, semi-soft as it was, could have flopped over her face and reached from her chin up to her forehead. A thick, supple-looking foreskin hooded its tip, meeting at the end in a fleshy, puckered entrance. The entire log of flesh sat upon two ripe oranges, wrapped in soft flesh that looked like the smoothest, softest thing in the world. With nothing to hold it back anymore, the built-up scent of a desert trucker billowed forth, flooding her nostrils and overwhelming her senses with pure, unwavering masculinity. She didn't know whether she loved it or was disgusted by it, but the more musk she drank in the more she desired it.

"I spose you ain't seen anything quite like that before, huh?" He remarked, taking one hand off the wheel to rub between her ears reassuringly. He chuckled softly to himself."No idea what an otter's dick looks like. Hope it ain't too strange."

"N-No! No, not at all," she replied, unsure of how she was supposed to react. She didn't want to sound too excited so she looked desperate, nor did she want to be too quietly in awe, as Louis might think she wasn't interested after all. "I just need to...I don't...when I married Peter, I gave up my dream of being with a big male."

"Dunno where to start, huh?" he chuckled. "Sorry, I can't be much help. Never had a face between my legs before, not even the wife. Crocs don't really give great blowjobs." he cracked a wide smile, showing off his huge, sharp teeth. He idly sniffed at the air, and wrinkled his nose at his own wafting scent. "Sure ya wanna be down there right now? Been on the road awhile now, haven't really had a good shower."

"It's...it's fine," she stammered, looking up at the enormous male. The spongy tip of his top-heavy cock covered part of her vision, making her feel excessively small as she looked up past it to the seated croc's face. "I...I kinda like it..."

"Ah, yer one of those girls that likes to lead with her nose, huh?" he replied with a smirk. "Every truckstop is the same. Greasy food, bathrooms dirtier than the bushes outside, an' a bunch of guys talkin' bout some girl with her face between their legs. I would never go callin' ya a truckstop hussy, but from up here it's a mighty-fine prospect. Whaddya think? While you're down there, mind givin' me a paw with that?"

Triss' blushed, suddenly thinking of how much of a slut she looked like. Cheating on her husband with this big, dirty crocodile they found in the desert. The only thing was, she didn't care. Thinking about it just stoked the fire between her legs, and made her want it all the more. Peter could stay in that trailer for all she cared; she was through with him. All she wanted was Louis now, his kindness and his soft, scaled body. She wanted it all. Without a second thought, she lifted her face and pressed forward, burying her nose in Louis' scrotum. The both of them shuddered, one from the sudden, unfamiliar contact with his most sensitive place, and the other from the overwhelming musk that was suddenly being exuded straight into her nostrils. Her first breath was released a moment later with stuttered, euphoric pressure, overwhelmed by its heat and power.

"Mmm look like ya don't hate it," Louis remarked, smiling down at her from high in his seat. His shaft was already beginning to throb and bounce, sensitive from so much neglect. She blushed as she had to look up past it to see him, even if all he could see was one of her eyes. The rest of her face was hidden behind that thick pillar of breeding flesh and wrapped in the supple flesh of his scrotum, her head entirely shadowed beneath his endowment.

"I've sucked Peter off a few times since we've been together," she blushed, still able to taste his sweat on her lips even after pulling away. "He didn't taste anything like this."

"He woulda been a lot cleaner than me," Louis chuckled. "So don't hold that 'gainst him."

Triss shook her head softly. "This is what it's supposed to be like," she replied, and pushed her face back into the croc's scrotum, twice as deep as before. The large male around her couldn't help but rumble quietly as his hefty testicles were shuffled gently by her curved face, pushed aside until the two orbs rested against her cheeks. She drank the scent from the tucked-away depths of his sac as if she were addicted to it, huffing it in like it would run out. Deep down, she knew that this was Louis' natural scent. Even if he showered, it wouldn't take long before this came back.

"I'll hafta keep my hands on the wheel so I'm not tempted to put 'em down there," the gator said with a hearty laugh, making his gut, his cock and everything around her bounce with his mirth. The lessened weight on his groin made it easier for her to push deeper between his thighs, her paws scrabbling against the mat for a moment before she dug in and slid her head deeper. She heard Louis grunt above her, and she groaned aloud as his entire scrotum fell across her face. It was a little awkward, but she managed to turn herself around, pressing the back of her head to the seat so she could sniff at the underside of the balls pinning her down. This area of his balls, the back and underside, had been long-hidden deep inside his pants, allowing them to build up their scent in the folds between his thighs and his taint. Her nostrils flared hungrily against the sack, and for the first time she opened her mouth as wide as she could. The supple flesh sagged into her open mouth slightly, sealing the space and forcing her to suckle on the unwashed flesh. Her tongue pressed up against the smooth surface, her taste buds tingling as raw, unrelenting flavor was spread all across the sensitive organ. She couldn't help but moan, her eyes closing in bliss as she savoured the trucker's masculinity.

"Wasn't expecting ya ta fit comfortably in there," Louis grunted, shuffling his thighs a little further apart to better fit Triss' face into the cleft behind his scrotum. She moaned again, muffled by the layers of his body pressing down around her. The pleasure in her voice, the lust powering her huffing breaths, and the fervor behind every stroke of her tongue made his pulse quicken and his thick shaft throb. It had been far too long since he he had felt such pleasure, and his groin tingled with sensitivity at her every touch. His lips curled up in the makings of a lustful snarl, and he couldn't resist reaching down to fondle and touch his thickening shaft. The thick slab of meat stiffened against his palm, filling his grasp in a matter of moments as the otter continued to bathe the underside of his ballsack in her saliva.

Triss' paws continued to push at the mat beneath her, sending her deeper into the trench between the gator's meaty thighs. He was so big that he had the space for her comparatively miniscule frame just between his legs, but it always a tight fit between her eager face and the trucker's musky crevices.She dug her tongue deep between the folds of joining muscles, tracing the connections between his thighs and deep taint. She couldn't help herself, she loved the sweaty scent of this pillar of masculinity. Her body moved automatically, constantly looking for a new source of fresh musk after her tongue had diluted it with her saliva. She wasn't even paying attention to where she was, until her forehead slipped free of the tight canyon of the croc's thighs, and brushed against something softer. Louis' entire body shuddered around her at the contact, and he chuckled as her paws once again searched for grip on the mat below.

"I know ya like it down there," Louis commented, repositioning his thighs once more and shuffling the heavy testicles that now draped over her chest. "Ya may want ta reconsider goin' any deeper, though. I don't skip on hygiene like that, but it can get pretty swampy back there after a long drive."

Triss heard every word he said. She could feel for herself the humidity of that space just ahead of her. Part of her brain told her that going any deeper would be taking this too far, and yet her paws were planted firmly. She knew exactly what she was getting herself into, and she had never wanted anything more. With a mighty push with her legs, she pushed herself in. Her paws left the floor, hanging in the air while her body filled the space between Louis' thighs. The slickness made it easy for her head to slide in against the underside of his tail, leaving her face pressed against the croc's surprisingly soft tailhole.

"Mmf, don't say I didn't warn ya," Louis grunted, shifting his rump further apart to more comfortably fit the dirty little otter between the seat and his ass. With her paws dangling in the air and her arms pinned at her sides by his thighs, she wouldn't be able to get out even if she wanted to. "Just lemme know when ya want out," he chuckled, wiggling his hips into the perfect place.

Meanwhile, Triss was wrapped in a masculine heaven. The humidity was high, and the heat was inescapable. The softness of Louis' body and the seat below her made it surprisingly comfortable for her, even as the scent made her head swim and forget any other discomforts. There was no way she could move her head to get her face away from his puckered tailhole, not that she had any intention of doing so. She had never tried rimming before, but as with every aspect of this male she immediately fell in love with it. The rounded tip of her nose was cradled by the slightly concave surface of his hole, and every flex and quiver it gave was like a kiss on her lips. It exuded an all-encompassing scent that never diminished, and even though she knew it was coming from the sweaty anus of a truck-driving crocodile, she never considered it a foul, dirty smell. It was a rich, earthy musk that made her nostrils burn gently with its power, and filled her lungs with its warmth and weight. Her breathing came exclusively from her nostrils, the rhythm becoming slower and savoring. She wanted to enjoy every second she spent huffing on her new partner's tailhole. When she opened her mouth to release her first, breathy moan, her tongue was overwhelmed by the rich flavour that was pressed across it. She didn't miss a beat as the flat of her tongue accidentally brushed against the supple flesh, following it through into a long, expressive lick across the male's quivering pucker. She could hear his growl from far beneath his heavy body, everything vibrating around her with his satisfaction. She had never known anthros could make such a primal, lustful sound. It only spurred her on to keep licking, swiping her tongue back and forth across every exposed inch she could reach, all while constantly nuzzling up into the deep tailhole, nearly dripping with fresh sweat.

"Mmm, ya may be the first girl I've thought about taking home with me since I lost 'er," Louis moaned, past the point of wanting to keep his pleasure quiet. Driving down the middle of a lonesome desert highway with his pants unbuckled, with an attractive young woman he just met wedged beneath his rump. He had never thought much about kinks or sexual deviance; his wife had always been a lady of simple pleasures. Hearing about a scene like this in a truckstop bar would have made him sock the other driver across the face for hurting the poor lady. Now, however, he was the driver with the story to tell, and from the gentle but constant dripping of fluids against his floor mat, he could tell that this lady was far from hurt by this. "If this is what you'll do in the cab of my truck, I'd love to see what you'll do in my bed."

Triss shuddered at the gator's words. He was inviting her back to his place, he wanted to sleep with her. She was finally experiencing that sexual fantasy she had longed for when she was younger. She was going to have sex with a bigger male anthro. She gasped into the encompassing tailhole of the male above her, feeling it pucker and kiss against her lips as she kissed it back. It was like making out with the perfect mouth, the perfect pressure and firmness in its lips that matched her movements. It wasn't long before her tongue was drawn into it as well, pushing its curious tip inside the folds of Louis' tailhole, to taste his inner walls. The taste was again powerful, but not dirty. For a trucker, the croc really did keep himself clean.

"Do ya like the taste of my tailhole?" he asked, his soft chuckle cut off by a moan as the little otter's tongue played across his sensitive inner walls. "It sure feels like ya do. It's more than enough ta get me goin', but it's not enough ta finish me off. Why don't we getcha outta there?"

Triss gasped as she felt firm fingers wrapped around her ankle, and the weight wrapped around her body was briefly lessened. With a firm tug, she was pulled free of Louis' rear and into the open air once more. Even with the midday desert heat building in the truck's cabin, it felt cooler there than it did under the bulky crocodile. She was lowered down beneath the truck's steering wheel once more, surrounded by croc's fabric-covered thighs like walls on either side of her head. She sucked in air through her nostrils, the clarity of it making the scent that clung to her face all the more prevalent. She would be smelling the huge male's musky ass on every breath until her next shower, and she had no idea how far away that was. She would have to get used to the scent, something she had no issues with.

Looking up at the huge male around her, she gasped as she was greeted with a new example of his masculinity. Louis' cock, standing high and mighty above her. Ten inches of the thickest, most powerful shaft she had ever seen, even in pornography. Tinged green like the scales on his body, the shaft was evenly thick all the way up, and ended in a rounded, mushroom-like tip. The entire thing was wrapped in a layer of thick foreskin, which even when fully aroused slipped up over the tip snugly. She was amazed by the sexual power this anthro had, and he had managed to keep it contained all this time. At that moment, there was nothing she wanted more than that cock, and she knew from the way Louis grinned at her that he could easily see that. "Just try not ta hurt yerself. It's gonna be a tight fit if ya wanna get yer lips around it. Maybe just take it slow for now, get a feel for it. I'm in no rush."

****

After what felt like ages, Peter was finally released from the stifling grip of the gryphon's testicles. He gasped at the cooler, fresher air that was suddenly available to him, unconcerned by the shameless gryphon still smirking down at him from above. He gulped nervously, terrified of the way the bird was looking over him. Looking down his body, he could see the other gryphons crowding around him too, their cocks hard and shaking between their hind legs as they walked. There was no doubt in his mind of what they wanted, and there was nothing he could do. He only hoped that the ride into town was almost over, so Louis could come save him from his terrible situation. Still, he knew they hadn't turned at all since they had been picked up, so there was no way they had even gotten off this endless highway yet. He would probably have a while yet at the gryphons' mercy.

A warm splatter against his cheek made him squeal in a very unmasculine way, and he jerked his gaze upwards. The largest gryphon was laughing at him, a squawking chuckle rolling from its beak as the tip of its thick red cock hovered over him. A drop of thick pre dangled from his slit with a thin connective strand, dangling above his head before it, too, fell onto his cheek. He couldn't tell what was hotter, the gryphon's sexual fluids or the blush that was blooming under his fur. He grunted as the gryphon stepped forward, trapping his wrists under its heavy forepaws, and stuck its hips forward towards his face. He nearly went cross-eyed as the jutting tip of the gryphon's penis ground across his face, smearing lubricants from its sheath down the bridge of his nose. Peter was given no choice but to smell the humid scent of the bird's emerged cock, just before it dawned on him where the larger male wanted that tapered tip to go. He pursed his lips tightly as the sloppy tip pressed against the center of his mouth, but as soon as force was applied, his jaw was spread to accommodate it. He yelped and squirmed as the first inch of thick, flavourful gryphon cock was forced into his mouth, the dripping slit running directly across his tongue as his lips were pressed flush against the entrance to his sheath.

Peter's throat felt tight with the avian's drooling tip poking at its entrance, and he gagged when the gryphon tried to push just that little bit further. The bird seemed to recognize the struggling of his new toy, and pulled back to give him room to breathe around his thick shaft before pushing as far as he could once more. He had to adapt quickly to the larger male's rythme, sucking back as much air as he could while his airways were open enough to do so. The beast's musk flooded his nostrils and weighed his lungs down with its heat and potency. Peter coughed and struggled while the gryphon above him purred in delight, hunching over him to properly rut his mouth.

The little otter grunted and writhed ineffectively on the floor, the male's sheath pushing up against his spread lips and squelching wetly as he was used as a sleeve for the bird's penis. The creamy taste of fresh pre leaked against his tongue as he was used, forced to swallow whenever he could to keep his mouth clear of the copious fluids. Barbs raked against the entrance to his throat, the bird above him warbling every time his muscles clamped down around the sensitive, fleshy spikes. The huge gryphon hung his head low and purred, eyes shut tight in pleasure as he enjoyed the smaller creature's tight passage. It seemed like the other gryphons were getting excited from watching, seeing the tip of their leader's cock bulging from the front of their otter's throat. Peter could feel other thick, hot gryphon members being rubbed against the rest of his body, smearing his fur with their lubricants and pre. Shafts were left in his palms by birds hopeful for a stroking paw against their sensitive skin. He grunted as a heavy shaft flopped against his stomach, grinding back and forth against the soft muscles. Despite his situation, he could only feel thankful that none of them had tried to get between his legs yet. Even so, he imagined the lead gryphon, already balls-deep in his throat, was saving that hole for himself too.

Ten minutes of this rough treatment passed, his throat aching from the thick gryphon penis that had been raping it for the entire duration. His paws idly grabbed at the passing cocks, squeezing them in the hope they would leave him alone if they got off. The knot slapping his muzzle was uncomfortable and the smell in the trailer reeked of horny avians. He found himself briefly wondering if his wife was doing okay up in the front, but he couldn't spend much time pondering her when his mouth was being used like a gryphoness' wet pussy.

Without warning the gryphon slammed deep into his neck and came, thick ropes of fresh avian breeding syrup splashing down his throat. His little belly filled up quickly with the hybrid's sperm, gut distending as the bigger male ejaculated straight down into his stomach. Unable to prevent the flow of cum, it quickly came back up from his throat from the pressure and dribbled down across his chest, cock and legs. The sheer quantity of the load did them proud as breeding gryphons, the poor otter forced to ingest more than two litres of fertile spunk.

Once he was finished, the gryphon pulled out his cock from the young male's muzzle and walked off, satisfied. Peter coughed and spluttered as he tried to keep down the huge, creamy filling, his body smelling of that sticky white mess. Looking up, he watched as another huge cock came down in front of him, demanding entrance to him. Unable to stomach the idea of being muzzlefucked by another horny beast, he rolled over onto his paws and knees and spread his legs wide.

With delight, the gryphons pounced.

***

Triss' breath came out in an unsteady huff across the head of the penis staring back at her. Her paws cradled the underside of the stiff length, the croc's shaft so heavy she felt like holding it too long would make her tired. She could feel the arousal pumping through him, his shaft throbbing in her gentle grip while she decided how best to tackle this monstrous male.

"Betcha never had ta think about this before, huh?" Louis asked, chuckling softly as he did his best to focus on the road. "You could go right down on that little man of yers, but if you did that with me, you'd break yer jaw."

The larger man's amusement made her blush bright red. Whether he meant to or not, he was taunting her, saying that she couldn't handle him. She wanted to prove him wrong, to pleasure him with her mouth like he had never experienced before. Tightening her grip, she gently pulled back the smooth foreskin covering Louis' cock. The opening that had once stretched up and ringed around his slit now slid down and wrinkled, revealing more of his bare flesh. Her nostrils twitched as the deep, humid odour of sweaty cock filled her nose and hung heavily in her lungs. From this distance, the dripping tip was nearly kissing her, barely an inch from her muzzle. A clear, drooling bead of excitement dribbled down his flawless head, and she couldn't help reaching out with her tongue to catch it. When the taste of his fresh pre-cum spread across her tongue, she felt a shiver go through her whole body. The salted, creamy fluid didn't hesitate as it rolled over her taste buds and straight down her throat, and its warmth let her feel it all the way down until it disappeared into her stomach.

"Like it?" He asked, a heavy hand finding her head and ruffling her fur gently. She found enjoyment in the croc's encouragement, giving the head of his cock another lick in reply. "You'll find even more under the skin. Why don't ya try getting yer tongue in there? I bet you'd like it."

Lowering herself away from the rounded end of his cock, Triss slid her lips across the side towards the pulled-back edge of his foreskin. The layer of rubbery skin felt so soft and flexible under her paws, and she could only imagine what that might be like around her tongue. Leaving her lips flush to his cock, she pressed her tongue against the wrinkled edge and wriggled it underneath, surrounding herself in the taste of the croc's sexual power. Pre-cum that had been drooling from his cock all day long had pooled and condensed, creating an even richer flavour than she had experienced before. Her knees wobbled as her legs went weak, unsure of she could hold herself up to the huge croc's groin with such a pleasurable sensation running through her. Her nether lips were getting wet again, and she couldn't help but release a low, satisfied moan as she ran her tongue beneath the surface of Louis' foreskin, slurping up everything she found.

The next five minutes were spent in a blissful paradise of musky croc flavour, her tongue eagerly working under his mushroom-like cockhead with no sign of reluctance. She was properly infatuated with this large male and everything he had to offer. Her paws clutched at the sides of his fat erection, squeezing and kneading and stroking while he continued his drive like nothing unusual was occurring.

"Gods Louis..." She huffed heavily, pulling back from his enormous penis, "you must think I'm a whore." He chuckled quietly, reaching down to rub the top of her head.

"An' why would I think that?" He replied with a brief glance down, "from where I'm sittin' all I can see is my future wife between my legs and a bit o' bird food in the back." She looked up at him with confusion.

"What do you mean?" She asked, still unable stop her slow masturbation of his thick, drooling cock.

"I'm transportin' gryphons," he explained, "shoulda been pretty safe back there for yer' hubby though, they're kept in separate pens." Triss' eyes widened, and she suddenly got back to her feet and opened her mouth, only to have a thick finger press against it.

"About a half hour ago the light came on that tells me that the pens have been opened," he continued, "so he musta done that himself. I dunno if he's crazy, but right now I'd say you're not there only one doin' some cheatin'." Triss sat back in shock, trying to comprehend what the situation was coming to.

"S... so... he's..."

"Getting used by a bunch o' horny gryphons? Most certainly, he's likely already very messy." Louis grinned and gently ran a hand down the back of her head, pre-cum oozing from his urethra.

"If you're really worried I can go fish him back out," he offered, "but if not, well, gryphons get pretty hungry after sex. It'd be an easy divorce."

Triss stared up at the croc above her. His hand was surprisingly soft against her neck while he rubbed her, and his huge, warm palm did a little to help soothe her pounding heart. Even if she wasn't happy with how their marriage had turned out, did she really want him to be eaten by gryphons? The thick penis of her new lover throbbed expectantly in her hands, and the clear bead of oozing pre-cum enticed her like nothing before. There was time for her to think about Peter later; whether he being used by gryphons or not made no difference to her now. Her new man was waiting for her, and it would do the otter some good to see what a real male was like.

Holding Louis' cock firmly between her paws, Triss eagerly pressed her lips to the drooling tip, using her fingers to pull back the thick foreskin that surrounded the croc's thick head. The taste of fresh pre-cum dazzled her tongue, the male providing such a distinct, salty flavour just from his pre. She couldn't wait to try what came after. He was so huge, nearly too much for her to handle, but she had decided that she would not leave the cab of the truck until she had a thick load of crocodile seed swimming in her stomach.

Yawning her jaw wide, she engulfed the tip of Louis' shaft, pushing until her lips wrapped behind the thick ridge of his glans. Louis grunted in surprise and glanced up at the road for a brief moment before returning his attention to the girl between his legs. He patted her head encouragingly while she gagged on the size and heady taste of his dick filling her mouth. His leaking pre-cum drooled straight onto her taste buds and down her throat, letting her loose a muffled groan of delight.

"Careful now. Don't try to take more than ya can fit," he advised, giving his penis a flex that lifted her chin a little. It didn't look like she would be able to get more than an inch or two more into her mouth without breaking her little jaw, which he had no desire to do. What she was able to reach, however, tingled with tightness and pleasure that made his loins ache with need. "Just keep going as well as ya can. Ya have a nice tongue, soft paws, and a few hours left ta go. Yer makin' me a very happy man, Triss."

The otteresscouldn't have been happier, feeling her jaw stretch wide to admit the bigger male's massive erection. It didn't matter to her that she could only suck eagerly on the glans, because it reminded her even more how big and virile the crocodile in front of her really was. Her soft paws sunk into the fleshy sides of his breeding organ as she jerked him off, eyes fixed upon that beautiful foreskin as it shifted back and forth under her enthusiastic stimulation.

She couldn't really believe how far things had progressed, having only got in the truck to catch a ride into town and now she stank of crocodile musk with his dick in her mouth, while her husband was possibly being raped by feral gryphons. Despite Louis' dark comment, she'd never heard of gryphons taking otters as prey. Part of her wanted to go watch him take a real cock, see if he could learn anything from the experience.

A rich glob of pre-cum filling up her throat brought her thoughts back to that meaty slab in her muzzle, and she slid back off the tip with a gooey schlurp and gazed up at Louis while taking a deep breath.

"Did you really mean that you wanted to be my husband?" She asked, the thought having lingered on her mind. He gazed back down at her with a large smile on his features.

"Well, I think yer' a beautiful young lass," he replied, "ya seem to be smart an' have a taste for croc, so why not? You want a chubby ol' croc in yer life?" He paused, wondering if she was going to tell him no. She smiled and leaned in to lick the drooling pre from his urethra.

"I want to be with you," she said honestly, "I don't want to be some pretty little housewife though. You have to take me with you so I can do things like this." His smile widened and he rubbed the side of her head with his thick digits.

"If it's that yer want, then my passenger seat will always be there for ya. Although... yer can have the driver's seat too, you don' seem ta mind bein' sat on." She blushed and grabbed his cock firmly.

"I know we only just met but I know what I want," she told him firmly, "now I'm going to make you cum." Leaning in, she took his plump maleness back into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down eagerly while her paws returned to jerking him off with double the effort.

Louis growled and tightened his claws on the steering wheel as the little otteress pulled out all the stops. After going so long without any pleasure, even the fast but clumsy stroking of her paws and the strained gagging around his tip felt like the greatest sensation in the world. He knew that by the time he was used to regular pleasure again, she would be experienced enough to maintain this level of perfection. She seemed like the type that would easily pick up on how best to pleasure him.

"I'm gonna hafta take some time off for our wedding an honeymoon," he grunted. "Won't get paid, but that ain't so important. I've been savin' that cash for nuthin' in particular. I wonder where we should go."

Triss moaned in agreement, already thinking about and looking forward to their ceremony. She wondered what the huge croc would like. He didn't seem like the type that would wait for her to come down the aisle in a clean, well-fit tuxedo, but maybe he would surprise her. As the throbbing in his cock grew more frequent and powerful, she put the thoughts aside, and instead let the taste of his copious pre-cum replace them. With the taste and the smell swirling through her head, she felt like she could cum without him having even touched her. She could tell he was getting close now, as his pulse quickened as his balls began to tighten up from where they lay draped across the seat. It got her own heart racing with anticipation, wondering just what a pent-up load from this enormous male would be like.

"Better get ready," he warned. "Gonna blow soon. Hope yer hungry."

Triss was starving. Knowing he was on the edge of orgasm, she squeezed her paws tighter around his shaft and really leaned into him, trying to slide his cock tip into her throat and choke on it. It was much too large for the tight tunnel, but the sensation of her swallowing against the very tip made Louis suddenly growl and tense up in his seat. When he opened his mouth again, it was to release a long and expressive moan of relief as his first orgasm in ages shot from the yawning slit at the end of his cock. The first powerful shot slipped straight down the otteress' throat, making her eyes go wide with surprise. The unexpected pressure made her back off slightly and gag, leaving her mouth and throat open to be filled with more gooey crocodile seed. The hot fluid soaked her tongue and filled her cheeks, making her face bulge with the huge male's load, and he didn't seem anywhere near close to stopping. The creamy, somewhat bitter taste of his cum burned on her tongue as she shoveled it back as best she could, swallowing as much as she could. However, there was no way she could gulp down as much as the croc produced, and soon it was leaking from her mouth and drooling down her chin and chest. She shuddered as thick, creamy spunk covered her fur, sinking in and pressing against her skin. The smell of sex and musk filled the truck's hot cabin, and she loved every bit of it. Her new husband had left his unmistakable claim upon her.

Even with the size of his massive balls, she hadn't quite expected to get so soaked. The last few gooey spurts drooled over her torso, enticing her to lean in and lick his urethra clean of its last few traces of his climax. Looking down it was an absolute mess, the entire floor under her splattered with a pool of fresh crocodile semen, along with every bit of her front. Louis sat back, panting in low rumbling breaths as he came down from his incredible orgasm.

"Sorry 'bout that," he grunted finally, "though yer shoulda expected it." Triss giggled slightly, wriggling her sore jaw. Every breath that she took was laced with the steaming scent and flavour of her new lover's breeding batter. His ejaculate was so thick that she felt it drip from her fur in globs, like a rich custard full of his virile seed. There was no doubt that she was going to stink of him for days.

"I loved it," she huffed, giving his softening cock a small kiss and a rub, "it feels so warm... I know I'm a mess but I don't want to be clean either." She reached down and rubbed her own clit eagerly, feeling his sloppy cum lubricate her movements.

"Don't go puttin' on a show like that or I'll hafta get off again," he teased, and she smiled, pulling her fingers back to lick his load off them.

"How about you fuck me then?" She asked bluntly, earning a chuckle in response.

"Can't exactly do that while I'm drivin', but when we get back to my place I'll at least let ya try." He grinned and she beamed back at him happily. She sat back at his feet, right next to the pedals his massive feet were resting upon. Suddenly, she felt the truck start to slow, pulling over to the side of the road.

"What are you stopping for?" She asked curiously, as the big croc pulled the handbrake on.

"Got ta get ya cleaned up," Louis explained, "unless ya want to sit on the floor all day." He smiled at her and grabbed a towel out of his rucksack from the storage behind his seat. Reaching out he curled it around her body and picked her up with ease, rubbing her down with the towel while handling her with ease. Triss couldn't help but relish in his strength as the male more than twice her size rolled her in his grip like a mere toy.

When she was somewhat less dirty, he placed her down on the ground outside his truck, climbing out to stand next to her.

"Ya still reek 'o croc," he told her, "but at least yer don' look like a ghost." She laughed at the mental image, before realising that her companion was already moving around to the back of his truck.

"How 'bout we check on yer ex?" Louis smirked.

With a hesitant nod, Triss followed behind the huge croc as he lumbered down the length of his trailer. The hot desert sun was beating down on her bare back, and she was glad that no one else seemed to be using this highway, lest she be seen with him like this.

"Gryphons can get a lil' rowdy when they can't see the sky," he remarked. "That's why there're special trailers for 'em, to keep 'em separated and calm. They're all breeders, too, if I remember the manifest correctly. Poor things must be pretty horny, gettin' blue balls from bein' trucked around fer so long. If he really did let 'em out, they must be havin' a great time with 'im."

"Do you think he's okay?" she asked, her heart pounding in her chest as they rounded the back corner and Louis grabbed hold of the handle.

"Depends on what ya think 'okay' is." he chuckled, and pulled the heavy door open. Both he and Triss looked into the trailer curiously, and the otteress' eyes widened as she saw the mass of fur and feathers gathered in the center of the trailer. Peter was nowhere to be seen, but the sound of frantic gagging and grunting in time with a gryphon's thrusting hips was enough to let them know that he was at least still alive. Triss shivered, a flock of feral, breeding gryphons were raping her husband. They would be huge, and he would be even tighter and less experienced in male pleasure than her. A wave of thick musk blew back towards them as the air shifted inside the trailer, making her wince as an overwhelming scent wafted to her nostrils from a dozen different males, possibly all as masculine and sweaty as Louis was. Sweat and cum were pooling on the floor, and deep under the mass of horny bodies, Peter was drowning in it.

"Welp, looks like yer hubby's in a bit of a jam," Louis said matter-of-factly. "Want me to get in there an' save him? Not too bad at wranglin' these bastards, an' I can probably drag 'im back an' he can ride in the front with us. Might not smell so great 'tween 'im an' me, though."

"Don't." she replied simply, which caused Louis to look down at her, a little taken aback.

"Ya know what's gonna happen if we leave 'im in there. Remind me not to get on yer bad side," he chuckled, and slowly closed the door again, leaving Peter to his fate. He was her husband, he wasn't going to argue with her. "Alright then. We still got a lil' ways to go, so let's hit the road," he said with a nod, and headed back towards the cab. Triss lingered a moment, just watching the door that now sealed her good-for-nothing husband in with those horny, hungry predators. She couldn't help it, thinking about what was going to happen lit a familiar burn between her legs. It may have been cruel, but she didn't need Peter anymore. All the man she could ever want was calling for her from around the corner.

Louis lifted her back up onto the seat as she approached, looking at her.

"Ya do know they're probably going to eat him, right?" The croc said quietly, "aren't ya worried about everyone wondering where he went?" Triss scratched her chin for a few moments, before returning his gaze.

"I really like the idea of him getting fucked by gryphons," she admitted with a blush, "and it feels good to let him experience what a male who knows what they're doing with their dick is like." She leaned in and placed a paw on Louis' jaw, rubbing it gently.

"If he got back out of there and told anyone I know what happened, it would be very problematic," she continued, "so why not just let them have their way with him. If he gets eaten, well, gryphons do that kind of thing. He shouldn't have opened your pens, should he?" She chuckled, and the crocodile gave her a somewhat bemused look.

"Fer a little preything you certainly talk like a predator," he grunted, getting up into the cabin with her, "when I was younger I ate a young rabbit at school, behind the gym. Swallowed 'im whole, then wen' home right after. I'm not like that anymore but... I won't tell if you don'. You really want yer hubby eaten? Was he really that bad?" Triss paused, but nodded her head.

"You ate someone!?" Triss exclaimed in surprise, "jeez... I guess Peter was right, it really could have been unsafe getting in here with you. But no, he's theirs now. If they don't eat him before we arrive, then you can let him go, okay?" The croc smirked and turned the engine back on, putting the truck into gear.

"As my fiancee wishes," he replied gruffly, getting the vehicle moving again, "and I'm not gonna eat ya, if yer worried about that. Yer way too sexy fer that." He grinned at her, before turning his attention to the road.

Triss sat there quietly, looking over the body of the large reptilian male. Part of her wondered if she was scared of Louis, or scared of herself. The nagging part of her mind knew she has just sentenced the otter in the trailer to at the very least an extended ravaging by a group of horny gryphons. Yet, as her eyes slipped back down to Louis' bulge, she knew it would all be worth the risk. She didn't need an otter, or safety. She needed a huge croc to fuck her within an inch of her life and smother her in the wondrous stench of his body.

****

A few hours down the road, in the humble ranching town of Tarven, Louis pulled his truck off the main road and down into the rural side-roads of the town that were dotted with small houses in various states of repair. Triss stood on her seat to get a look out the window, wondering which one of these would be her new home. His truck rumbled through the quiet neighbourhood, until he suddenly pulled off to the right and took the truck onto the dead, dried grass. Set a fair way back from the road was a quaint bungalow, with a white roof and yellow siding. There was nothing fancy or ornate about it, and it was really more of a rectangle with some windows and a door. Even still, it brought a grin to her face as she looked over it. It fit the croc so well, and she couldn't wait to have a look at the house of such a large anthro. Adjusting to the size would be difficult for a while, but she was excited for the challenge. The rumbling machine around them finally calmed and grew silent, and Louis undid his seatbelt before reaching across the cab to open the door and let her out. He did the same a moment later, hopping down to the dirt of his front yard with a grunt. They met again at the trailer's door, where he nodded and looked across the yard to the house beyond.

"Well, this is home," he said matter-of-factly. "Hope it's good 'nuff fer a city gal like you."

"It's perfect," she replied with a grin, and looked up at the man who would be her husband from now on. Whether it was official or not, she wanted to stay, and just looking at him made her heart throb in her chest. She watched as her huge husband leaned down and picked her up in his meaty fingers, bringing her to a height where he could comfortably kiss her. With a quiet moan, she pressed back into his thick, scaled jaw, before he pulled back and smiled.

"Glad ya think so. The ranch these birds are off ta is just outside 'a town, but I gotta get this trailer cleaned up before I take 'em over. We can do that tomorrow, but for now, you can take my keys and have a look 'round if ya like. I'm gonna get started, and then I'll join ya."

"I want to check on Peter," she said, and Louis nodded in response. He reached up and tugged the trailer doors open, both creatures wrinkling their noses at the potent stench of sex that rolled out from within. As the light filtered in, Triss gazed upon a pile of gryphons in the centre of trailer. They appeared to be asleep, sprawled out in a pile with semen coating just about every inch of the floor.

"Where is he?" She asked, gazing at the male hybrids to find the one her ex was likely smothered by. Louis picked her up and placed her down inside the trailer, gesturing to one gryphon in the middle of the group.

"Check that one," he grunted, and she cautiously moved in until she could see the beast proper. Her eyes widened as she saw the gryphon, laying on its side, sleeping soundly. Unlike the rest it sported a plump, rounded belly, and it dawned on the young otteress that Peter was the cause.

"God..." She breathed, almost unable to believe it had actually happened. At some point, every gryphon has gotten its fill from the otter and now he had been eaten by one.

"I told ya," Louis called out gruffly, "yer not gonna get him back now. He's bird food." She nodded slowly in agreement, kneeling down and placing her paws on that plush belly. She knew it was so terribly wrong, but the part of her that had been unhappy with him for years enjoyed knowing he'd been bred so well by all these hung male gryphons.

Just as she was about to leave the trailer she felt something stir under her paws. She fell back in surprise, worried the avian was waking, but instead she realised that the only movement was within the creature's gut.

"He's..." She stammered suddenly, "st... still alive!" Louis chuckled behind her as she watched the stomach shift in front of her.

"Gryphons eat meals whole and digest 'em alive," the croc told her with a nod, "he'll be 'bout halfway there. Leave 'im be, and we'll go get some dinner." Triss stared in shock, but knelt back down. Gripping her paw slid off her wedding ring and looked at it for a few moments before placing it down in a puddle of gryphon ejaculate. Leaning in she planted a kiss on that gurgling stomach, and whispered her final goodbye to her ex.

"At least you satisfied the gryphon," she spoke into the stomach, and with the sudden increase in struggling she knew he had heard her. Standing back up, Triss walked to the edge of the trailer and jumped back down onto the dusty ground.

"All done?" Louis asked, "want to go grab some dinner?" She looked up at him with a smile, reaching out to rub the front of his shorts. No more would the young otter girl settle for merely adequate.

"How about you fuck me first?"