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Softie let out a soft purring yawn when he awoke, brushing away loose hairs from his face as he stretched his arms and looked around. The bed was strangely empty as he took a moment to gather his thoughts for what had happened the night before. Yes, he was beginning to remember that Shin was having a birthday party today after telling him about it the previous night. He supposed the reason why the wolf wasn't there now was because he had finer details to look into for his celebratory arrangements.

He mewled and blushed, his very long tail wrapped around him like a feather boa as Softie took the time to look down from where his head lay on the pillow to see what greeted him below. The sheets were askew from where he'd kicked them aside, leaving him fully displayed in a snug pink nylon thong with a very prominent barbed and knotted cock almost fit to be worn on any dragon's hips. He could not help but be a bit shy, the way he was so neatly and lewdly displayed for the world with a few sweet dribbles of pre now wetting into the tenting fabric of his girlish undies.

At first he tried to cover up his male shame by pulling up the thick sheets, but when his paw brushed past the dribbling's of his arousal, he had to pause in his efforts to take a taste. He brought the morning dew to his lips, sniffing his unique musk on it first before devouring it with a purr of lustful pleasure for his own taste. The flavor of his own malehood almost caused him to orgasm right then, his libido like a hair trigger for all his myriad of felidae desires. In fact, he wasn't sure if it was the canine or feline side of him better responded to the musk of his own brand.

When he dialed back his lustful feelings enough, he was distracted by a strange new itchy sensation in his thong. Worried that he had some new venereal disease to explain to his mate, he reached his paw inside and felts something strange and light. Curiously, he pulled back the undies to take a better look of his softening malehood to see a piece of sweat and pre covered paper attached to his limpness with a cheap amber-colored rubber band.

It took some doing to remove the paper from his junk, but when he did, he wasn't in any doubt that it was a note left in a certain wolf's paw-writing. He read through it briefly, trying to figure out a barely legible address from his sweat and pre stains on the paper smudging up the ink. Even when he did happen to make sense of what was written there, the location itself didn't seem to make any sense. Shin wanted to meet up with him in the industrial sector of the city? Why, was he expecting bargain prices on decorations or catering?

Well okay, he had to end up there, anyway. It was just a good thing he kept himself from cumming when he first awoke, or he might never have been able to read the damn thing at all! It didn't give him any specific time that he had to be there, but he rightly assumed that the sooner he got there the better things would work out. The only problem was what he would end up wearing before he left the house.

First off, he had to decide on a color he liked for a whole outfit. Since the panties looked nice and received a great deal of feedback from the wolf, he decided to wear more pink to go out with. There was a stretchy garter belt with black bows he could wear under a nice silky pair of stretchy nylon briefs. Briefs were nice, as they were more formal and left more naughtiness to the imagination. He wore the panties over the garter belt and its attached black fishnet stockings going up his footpads and legs for easier removal, as if he'd worn them under the garters, then they could only be moved down mid-thigh and no more before getting hung up on the elastic straps.

Done with the naughty details, he had to clip a pink latex skirt around his middle that shined and stretched just the right way to give a good outline of his feminine rump. The hardest part of that detail was threading his exceptionally long tail through the hole for the skirt. He never bothered putting his tail through the back of the panties, as it complicated the function of pulling them down for sex when his tail was several obscene feet long, perhaps even twice his own natural height.

After slipping his hind paws into four inch high stiletto heels that would raise his butt at that oh so luscious and perky angle, it was time to pick out a proper top. His eyes fell on a matching latex schoolgirl-styled top showing off much midriff and his ownership tramp stamp above his tail. All dressed up and ready to go, he was clopping off to the front door after picking up a red purse with his money and condoms. Shin had taken the car, so he would have to ride the bus, and he suspected that the wolf planned it that way on purpose so he would get groped and handled everywhere he went.

Once he made sure the door was locked behind him, he wrapped his tail loosely around his neck like a wiggly scarf as he tapped his way toward the bus stop at the end of the street with a wild lusty mincing of his hips that allowed several peeks of the swell of his buttocks beneath the skirt for anyone to see. With the high heels angled as they were, he took a seat on the bench to wait as soon as he got there. The bus would take about forty minutes or so to arrive, so that left a great deal of time to kill.

It turned out that he didn't have long to figure out what he was going to do with half an hour of boredom, as a big horse sat down on the bench next to him, his weight so great that it made the wood creak beneath his wide muscular daisy duke jean covered ass. He was dark brown with a tail that reached the pavement and much taller in stature than Softie, maybe twelve feet if he guessed right. Those tiny shorts were there for one reason, to show off the finer details of a stud's crotch, and the tigerfox found himself taking quick peeks at that girth whenever he felt he wasn't being noticed.

As he took brief harried glances of the more than ample roundness of those two horse nuggets tenting in the hotpants like so many honeydew melons, he found himself growing in a thirst for what those nuts held in lusty nourishment for good slutty bois. The only question would be how to engage a stranger in a dialogue of carnal mutual interest. It turned out he didn't have such a problem after all, as one of the stallion's large hands crept into the back of his skirt and down the rear of his panties to grope hotly against his cheeks with several teasing caresses and firm squeezes as if his butt were being checked for ripeness like a pair of big fuzzy peaches.

A blush fell across his face beneath long lashes of blonde hair as he tried to act as naturally as he could with someone else's hand reaching down his panties like they were going steady. The horse wouldn't find a pocket back there to rest his hand in, unless one counted the cock pocket under his tail! The blush deepened into a brighter reddish color as one of the taller male's fingers found just that right spot, wiggling slowly inside using the sweat around his crack as lube to get in further. When the digit pressed a very special sissy button buried a few inches up his tush, he found his cock jumping in a tent against the tight shiny latex front of the skirt while meeping in shyness and clamping down greedily on that wiggler up there as it crept in to the knuckle.

With a horse's hand down his pants, it wasn't hard to get that they were on the same page. He gave that finger another playful squeeze with his tight tailhole to tease the towering male just as he was pulling it back. The stud let out a loud snort and pant of lust like a horny locomotive, briefly sniffing the finger to give himself a Flehmening raise of his upper lip as though sampling a mare in heat. Well, Softie was no mare, but he could certainly say he was in heat for all that was going on in his slim fuzzy feminized body.

Finally, after a long moment of enjoying Softie's smell on his hooftip, the horse spoke up gruffly as he tried to keep his building erection under control before it could be properly taken care of, his pole already leaking enough to soak his shorts and make him look like he'd pissed himself. "How much?" The chestnut-colored male grunted out with a snort, sighing with lusty whinnies while sniffing that aromatic male musk at the end of his finger.

For a moment, the tigerfox hybrid had no idea what the horse was even talking about. How much for what? He didn't exactly have anything to sell. Then he remembered what he was dressed like, and he did in fact have one thing to sell: his body. At least, he had the time to be rented out until the bus came. "Um, I want a hundred." Was he seriously asking a horse for a hundred bucks to fuck him in the ass? He took a closer look at that growing bulge of excitement in the equine male's tiny jeans. "Sorry, two hundred. The way that looks, you're gonna go to town on my virginity." He amended. If he was going to get fucked raw and sore, at least he was going to make good money off it.

The stallion reached into one of his snug pockets long enough to rip out a brown leather wallet, flipping it open to take out four paper bills and hand them off to Softie. The tigerfox looked at the pack of fifties and stuffed them in his purse before taking a quick look around for someplace more private for their needs. This was a neighborhood of suburbs and not close knit apartment buildings with alley spaces, but there was something not too far off that was just as good. Right across the street was a small park ground with a cinderblock open air public restroom. That would be as good a place as any, and it might even have locks on one of the stalls.

They stood up almost as one entity, trying to make it as natural as possible that they were dating in a heterosexual relationship as they could. Sure, it wasn't as if gay pairings was a bad thing in this society, it was just that dressed as a girl, Softie was a bit more discreet for what would soon follow. At the edge of the sidewalk, they watched a few cars pass by in both directions, finally taking the crook of his offered elbow like a princess to cross the two lanes. On the other side, he kept up the act as they slowly trudged through the slightly unkempt grass up to the gray brick building looming ahead like a smelly castle.

Now came the tricky part of sneaking into the male's room segment without anyone seeing. Gay sex was every bit acceptable, but prostitution and public sex were not, even in an oversexed animalized society. Care and discretion had to be practiced in a situation where both of them could get into trouble and be embarrassed by discovery. It was easy for the horse to go inside the bathroom, but Softie had to wait a moment for all current traffic to pass by before following him. No sooner had he entered than he had something big and floppy almost whack him in the face like a spongy hot baseball bat.

He had to quickly duck under the equine flesh mast as soon as he saw it poking out like some playful perky prankster, some of the pre wetting his blonde head fur like salted hay-flavored hair gel. Softie's cheeks broke with a blush as he deflected the big heavy power penetrator only to be face to flesh with the stud's two overfilled colt nuggets ready to burst with equine flavor. It took a great deal of restraint to keep from playing with them or licking around on their shiny latex-like surface like dangling cat toys he could tap around with his soft paws, as he was still somewhat exposed and visible from bystanders outside.

It took him a moment to shake that sexual imagery from his head and long enough to put a coherent string of thoughts together. When he finally pulled into the bathroom, the briny smell of stale piss assaulted his nose from a number of unflushed toilets and urinals. No mistaking where he was, with that kind of stink hanging in the air like mild skunk musk. His suitor was sitting in the last stall in the back with the seat pushed down and his shorts hanging on the flush handle like they belonged there. This toilet's seat was an open hole without a proper cover like household models would have, but at least it had been flushed so any unpleasant aromas would not be coming from this stall.

He closed the door behind and slid the lock into the eyelet before turning to face his conquest. If he could be considered a mountain climber or spelunker of sorts, this would be the Mt. Everest of cocks. Okay, he was exaggerating, as there were many much bigger members than this, but horse was certainly the largest he'd ever taken by far. His mate had a nice knot and shaft, but it didn't have that length that threatened to pop out of his muzzle at any time and turn him into a cum sprinkler system.

The first thing the tiger did was let his predatory feline instincts take over, getting down on his knees with his shins touching the sticky pee-stained cement floor to better worship that vast lap of horse. A blush filled his puffy striped cheeks as he shoved his muzzle into the cleft of the sheathe and balls to inhale their gamy musky flavor of equinehood, some pre dribbling down onto his head fur like humid droplets of rain that made his blush deepen even as he looked up to catch some of that male dew on his tongue like salty snowflakes.

Softie could drink that flavorful stud refreshment all day and grow fat on it like a spoiled tabby, but his boipussy was throbbing for something more stimulating than the stuffing of his belly. The seed that came out of that throbbing horse hose would go better up his rump than down his throat, as much as he wanted a nice muzzlefucking with big horse nuts thumping against his chin like two oranges in a satin bag.

Done getting high on the dirty musk like catnip, the tigerfox licked the dribbling pre off the underside of the equine shaft, his rough tongue causing the much larger male to tremble as the petite tongue traced itself along the nice groove of the bulging urethra, his paws playfully traced themselves around the medial ring and wrinkled loose skin crisscrossed with the pumping of ecstatic worming veins standing out in the foreskin-like nature of the horsecock's flappy covering.

When his tongue made it all the way up the breeding stalk, his lips locked around the tip of the urethra at the glans to suck all that was gushing out in the stallion's excitement, his deft dainty fingers working themselves up and down the tall twenty inch brown and white speckled shaft to milk as much of the sweet nectar out of the stud tunnel as he could, like it were the leftovers of toothpaste in a foil tube. After a moment of slurping noisily on horse ambrosia, Softie realized he had entered into a job that could not be fulfilled as the male fuckbeast would keep squirting out his breeding grease until he actually came.

Frustrated by that realization, he decided to play with that big pole until one of them came up with something better to do, batting the pole between his paws like a stuffed mouse on a spring sticking out of a scratching post as his tail wiggled side to side in his earnest adoration. "Awww, what a cute kitty." The large beefy male purred most pleasantly with a distinctive horseyish bluster of his lips as he reacted to his sensitive tip being knocked around. Softie paused in his playful attentions, poking his fuzzy face past those muscular thighs so he could rub his left cheek against the satin bouncing flesh of the towering maleness to stare into the stud's eyes like a shy needy mare in heat. "Mew?" He squeaked out in response, his tail raised high up in the air like a ship mast without a sail to touch the ceiling with its great length as if to present his tailhole to some imaginary male waiting behind.

He thought he might enjoy the warmth of this treat for quite some time, but it was the stallion that lost patience and reached out for the most obvious handle, which turned out to be his long fancy tail. Softie meeped in surprise as the firm hand gripped his prehensile decoration and used it as leverage to flip him around to face the opposite direction. This could only mean one thing, as the horse wanted to appreciate a different view than a pretty face, plopping that feminine heinie into his lap to hotdog on his cock as he gripped the tiger's hips in both hooves. He whined shyly as his tight miniskirt was lifted neatly out of the way to leave his wedgied panties on display along with the soft fuzzy-furred globes of his buttocks before that lusty sneering gaze. It left him in an awkward position as half of him sat in the horse's lap and his hands had to hold up the weight of his upper torso on the dirty bathroom floor somewhat like a dog.

Another shy squeak came out of his lips as those hot lusty paws now hooked on the waistband of his nice panties and ever slowly and teasingly began to peel them out from the crack of his ass like a wad of gum or taffy stuck in his fur, leaving his anus suddenly vulnerable to the huffing hot excited breath of the horse sneaking lewd peeks at his femboi goodies. The stud only pulled the girly undies down far enough to expose his rear opening, to leave some sense of sissy modesty as he stroked the tip of a finger around that black cherry rim like a feather in tingly delicate tickles that left the tigerfox ever more needy and desperate to be filled full of meat and milk.

It was only when the horny hoof-shaped fingernail began to nudge at his sweaty butthole that Softie began to lose his composure. The sharp edges of a finger hoof mildly scraping along his delicate hole was no distraction from the distinct sensation of being penetrated by a stranger, and on top of that, this was a digit with some girth and substance. Not even a cock in its own right, the equine's fingers could easily double as two inch thick sex toys on their own. As his date for the morning pushed slowly further in up to the knuckle and began to bang him with a gradually building pace of thrusts to loosen him up, Softie tried to limit his feral growls of pleasure in trying not to attract attention to the restroom area. His breathing increased in frantic huffs and his elbows turned to jelly briefly several times, threatening to almost drop his whiskers into the piss as he struggled with comical pushups to keep his muzzle afloat from the sticky sea of filth, even as his bottom faced a merciless reaming from a horse's hand.

In and out with that dry nicely textured digit, leaving him gradually ever more sore as the roughness of the hairy hoofed horse finger caught on his inner rim when pulling out several times. Oh, he was certainly getting hollowed out by those punishing strokes by what equated to something much bigger than any ordinary fur's phallically inclined amusements. And then it stopped with a sudden loud pop as it left the virginal vacuum of his tight needy kittyass. "Hold still for me babe, gotta get this fempussy all nice and ready for the show." Softie held perfectly still, if only because he had no clue what to do otherwise as lust overwhelmed all common sense, anyway.

He was surprised when the horse actually took his little purse away and looked around inside it. Just when Softie thought the sultry steed was going to rob him on the spot, it turned out he was, but his chastity and not wealth. With a mildly triumphant whinny, the horse reveals Softie's little bottle of HyperGlide lubricant and a condom which he soon disregards as far too ridiculously small to fit his malehood. The tiger hybrid was going to have his undertail virginity stolen, but at least the lube he was packing had the ideal slickness for the job at hoof. HyperGlide had been a recommended product for the more ambitious pairings, being comparable to Crisco and J-lube combined and concentrated into a tiny volume of liquid.

Softie wasn't going to complain when he felt the horse unscrew the cap and squirt all two ounces of the oily stuff into his mildly sore butthole, just as much going inside as leaking out all over his buttocks and thighs. Some might even be dribbling onto the mammoth equine shaft, but he was in no position to look behind and see the resulting mess of overflow for himself. The condoms he had brought, five in all, were wholly inadequate for the task and he wondered if he had to risk catching a disease from a strange gay horse in order to have his butt nicely filled. A worthy risk in either case.

The larger male came prepared, which seemed strangely obvious as Softie thought about it. He looked behind in awe as the lustful steed pulled out from his back pocket a square of foil the size of a paperback novel, tearing it open with his dull blocky teeth to reveal a milky pale latex sleeve rolled up in the size and shape of a glazed donut, the light smell of rubber and oily condom lube tickling in Softie's nares as the male rested it on his glans and unraveled it down the sides of his shaft until the other end of the condom was a few inches away from the opening of his sheath and balls. The title on the wrapper said "Pegasus Maximus", and the tiger believed it. This must be the kind of protection that a size queen carries around before getting their butt wrecked open by any dicks longer than a foot.

The reservoir tip poked up like the point of a hat as the horsedick already began to dribble and fill up the stretchy barrier with a bubbling of pre that oiled up the silky blackish mottled member in a shiny layer of his own juices as they were very well contained and began to pour down the sides of the shaft. Softie faintly wondered if the act of cumming would cause the condom to break in one exploding gush of projectile semen. He doubted it though, as these things had to be rigorously tested so such accidents didn't happen. "You ready to party?" The equine purred out as he poured the last dregs of the lubricant concentrate over his massive fist-sized tip.

Softie took a long time to admire it, a blush brightened up his face the way the cockhead almost drooped towards him in a saluting arc of greeting, a footlong web of pre dangling off the end like a crystalline icicle of horsey musk. The tiger looked over hungrily, knowing he wouldn't be able to slurp up that dangling stallion dew with the way he was positioned ass up and ready before the great steed monolith of mare-making. Instead, he winked his tailhole in teasing flutters like a cocoa iris to get the big stud's attention and get himself fucked that much quicker, saucy little wags of his hip and tail to add nice little flourishes to his show of impassioned male heat.

Two wide muscular hands wrapped around his striped orange hips and lifted his whole body effortlessly in the air, dangling his plush tushy just above the hard tip now pointed straight up after the horse casually leaned back a bit to get comfortable and angle his stallionhood just proper for impalement. "Bottoms up?" Softie squeaked out in a bare whisper of nervousness, wanting the cock in him bad but still somewhat intimidated by the size and dimensions of it.

The bulky muscular stallion seducer rubbed his sensitive anus around on the unflared meat mountain in teasing caresses to toy with his new mare, the blunt head so wide that even if Softie were simply dropped atop it and left to the forces of gravity, it still might not be enough to make it enter him, but instead act as a kind of narrow bar stool to sit on. "Not quite, sexy cat. Bottoms down!" The firm hooves around holding snug around his waist now applied gradual pressure, causing Softie to mewl and gasp in growing surprise as his tight little kittybutt slowly dilated wide enough apart to offer the invader admission, the muscles in his ass stretching and warping in unknown ways to better accommodate unyielding breeding mass.

At first, it was somewhat slow as he felt himself open up to the wide horsehead like a buttflower in bloom, but very soon it became a very uncomfortable race to the bottom as he couldn't stop himself from slipping along the greased pole until he was seated neatly in the horsefur's lap with both large bulging balls throbbing between his inner thighs like two hot oranges dangling around in a leathery pouch. "You make a great condom, yourself, babe." The lewd male chuckled, scratching Softie between the ears in a dismissive gesture of dominance as he took hold of the tiger's hips and gave him a few very light bounces on his groin along with lustful grunts and flicks of his hips to get better positioned.

Aside from the constant presence of fullness, there was also an odd sensation near his belly that Softie soon figured out was the condom ballooning outward a bit as the reservoir tip filled up with pre, adding a bit more squishy jellied mass to the dick implanted in him than before. It was a strange pressure, but not too uncomfortable thanks to Shin taking his ass for a ride in were-form every so often just to keep him loose and prepared for rougher excursions of lust. Compared to those, this was almost a scenic pleasure ride on the horse's lap. Of course he didn't have a knot to trouble himself over, but something much worse when the big horny horsey flared inside his bowel and would make him feel truly insignificant.

When he felt that he had gotten comfortable with the thickness stretching his walls wide open, he bounced on the horse's lap a little to signal his readiness and massage out any lingering tightness that might cause problems on the first thrust. The sexy stud caught the hint and grabbed onto his middle, moving Softie up and down bodily with impressive strength along the greased wide pole of horsemeat, the sissy kitty squeaking shyly as he was lifted up and down like a sex rollercoaster as he was taken for quite a ride. Even breathing became a bit difficult in his excitement, as having something so big working its way through him like a hot pillar of lust proved very distracting.

There were random moments of clenching his hole around the equine girth as the horny beast almost shook him senseless in quickly building waves of lust leading to one explosive result, Softie faintly wondering if such vicious ramming and the eruption of cum might break the condom when the horse came, but this would hopefully be unlikely. He had bigger worries anyway, with something the size of a tree branch slipping around inside him and one climax away from ballooning with a flare that would further stretch his bowels beyond what he was already used to.

Wide nostrils were huffing and grunting just above his ticklish sensitive ears, forecasting the stallion's readiness to blow his load any minute. A blush filled his face and he took deep rapid breaths, which heightened his pleasure the tiger received from every hard pumping thrust of those abnormally wide muscular legs as the horse angled his hip in such a way to jab his cock into Softie's supple femboy ass like a drippy stinger. He howled and whined as the ecstasy of taking a savage fucking up the ass almost made him go feral like a cat in heat, his hole quivering from the assault with slurping clenches and yet was still hungry to swallow even more inches of penetrating horsedick.

It was difficult to stay in control of his senses, with fifteen inches of throbbing horse shoved deeply up his butt and squirming around with sudden hard nudges of his muscular hips and belly to drill the tiger faster than he could handle and causing a growing burn in his bowel from all the constant quick thrusting almost like his ass might catch fire if it weren't for the generous use of lube liberally applied to every part grinding inside him. "Does the sissy squishy catbutt want some help, hmm?" Softie let out a nervous whimper as a humongous horse paw traced itself teasingly along his chest and the new decorative bulge in his tummy, only to reach down into his pretty panties and rest hotly atop his painfully hard erection like a toasty furred blanket for his cock. Softie looked back over his shoulder shyly, pleading for release wordlessly with his anxious eyes.

The stallion seemed oblivious to his begging, simply keeping his hoof idle where it was to further tease the slut and intensify his helplessness. "You only get to cum when I say." Despite this, the tiger tried to thrust his groin into the warm hand, but the hard cock up his butt didn't allow him to move much more than a centimeter or so. In fact, his wiggling only made the horse more horny as he came to the edge of his release. "Just like that. Ride my dick like the little sissy pussy you are." He chuckles, giving Softie a spank before burying his cock to the flayed hot musky sheathe opening and spurted his scalding hot horsey lava seed into the awaiting condom before grasping Softie's shaft with enough pressure to make him cum with a nice warm gooey mess in his panties.

For all intents, Softie was tired and spent, drained in the wide warm lap as he felt the gushing presence of an overstuffed condom filling out his bowels nicely. The squishy gelatin balloon full of horsey spoo almost had a mind of its own as the stallion wiggled his hips and held the opening tight in his fingertips so none would leak free as he went flaccid and pulled his monstrous maleness out until it was slurped up quickly by his sheathe deep into his groin, going into slumber once again. "Bet that feels all nice and cozy in there. Here, lemme help." Before Softie could react, the stud had already bent him further over to get at the condom opening, tying it into a tight knot and leaving the end poking just outside his anus like a ticklish button waiting to be pressed.

At the moment, the cumfilled bladder of latex seemed to hold against the contorting pressure of his bowel without bursting the stretchy condom material, warmth emanating outwards and melting a nice afterglow into his flesh from the solid fucking and higher than average equine body heat of the cum trapped within. Despite the uncomfortable position he was leaned into, Softie took a moment to enjoy the nice toasty feeling even as he rubbed his tummy with a blush, the horse lifting his panties back up to hide the sloppy mess made of his backside.

He would've spent a bit longer basking in the glory of getting fucked silly, except he had the presence of mind to check his watch and see that the bus was due within five minutes and if he didn't get his fluffy tail in gear, it would be leaving without him and he'd have to explain to Shin why he ruined the wolf's plans for the day. Not a nice situation, as it usually left him more sore than he was used to, Shin taking to revenge fucking to make the kitty learn his lesson with some nice knot rapes. After one of those episodes, he couldn't sit right for a week without soreness coming through.

Softie took only took as much time as needed to fix up his clothes and look presentable in public again, looking back at the spent horse sitting on the wide seat of the graffiti-covered toilet in a tired post-sex afterglow of fulfillment from stuffing the tiger's insides with one juicy bloated condom of his stud milk. It was obvious that he wasn't going to get up and go anywhere after that, but the feline had other places to be. So putting that mess behind him, he went back to the bus stop and sat back down on the slightly slanted bench, albeit more carefully to prevent his bubble from bursting. That would be quite the shame, to have that pop and get wasted all over the ground and his panties.

It didn't take long for the bus to arrive, prompting Softie to dig out his pass from a clutch and flash it at the driver before embarking on the next stage of his journey. Dressed as he was, the kitty was not surprised at all by the way so many furs groped and molested his shapely rear on the way to an empty side seat near the back of the bus. To get there, he endured molesting grips from almost every male and intersex fur on the bus, and a rare few sharp pinches, too! It hurt almost too much to sit down after all that attentive abuse, but if he didn't, his ass wouldn't be done any favors as the naughty harassment would no doubt continue.

Familiar with the region of where he was intending to meet Shin, he knew it would take at least a half hour to get there, but fortunately he had charged his Gameboy DS and put it in his bag the night before. A little Sonic, Mario, or Pokémon would make the time go by faster, although there was a herm lioness seated next to him that was just a bit too friendly, hir paws reaching down into a place it didn't belong, and he had to politely ignore it while playing his game. It was very hard to make those higher jumps with a hot paw caressing the pantied curves of his behind.

Just as he was starting to get used to it, the bus made a stop and an equally intersex panther of some kind sat on the opposite side and joined in while sharing a deep kiss with the lioness, suggesting their personal relationship as shemale or hermaphrodite lovers of some stripe or other. With him stuck in the middle and paws going down the waistband of his skirt from both directions to play with his malish goodies, it would look to the unaware passerby that he was some sort of adopted sissy slut that belonged to them. It wasn't true, but with their hands all over him, what fur could infer otherwise?

When he was almost about to cum from their playful teasing on his cock while stroking him off like a girl, the bus stopped and they left him on the edge just like that, getting off and going somewhere together. The relief that he should've had wasn't there, as his near orgasm and need to release his cum ruined any sort of lull in the unwanted sexual play. Perhaps, because he was about to climax, it was for once wanted. Unfortunate that things had to stop so unexpectedly once it was starting to get good, but that was the nature of all sexual situations. At least, that was what he knew based on his experiences.

It seemed cruel to leave him like that, and he certainly wasn't enough of a slut to finish himself off while everyone was looking. Slowly, his erection went back into its slumber so he could focus on playing his DS again, although it was harder to ignore the smell of so much foreign sexually charged musk clinging to his fur from so many horny doms. Maybe that was part of the reason why he had become so popular in the first place! Softie was in the process of swapping out game carts, but was interrupted by some fur sitting next to him again. Softie wouldn't pay this new passenger any mind, except this one also put a paw down his pants and it was large enough to begin pushing him to the edge of his seat.

The giant cock-sized digit poking around at his tailhole finally got his attention and made the feline look at the stranger. An elephant. It had to be a fucking elephant! The only thing good about the new situation was that this would be the extent of the elephant bull's harassment, as Softie hardly believed the pachyderm would be so crass as to fuck him right here on the bus in front of everyone. Even in a sexy society like theirs, some things were just taboo to consider doing. Still, that didn't make a trip on a bus with a two inch thick finger up his butt any more comfortable.

It was hard to ignore, especially the hard rubs on his prostate as the larger male explored his butt. He had a drippy erection from all the nudging, his balls twitching in anticipation of an orgasm that wasn't likely to come, as the elephant didn't hit all the right spots to squeeze the juice out of him. It would become another ordeal of teasing he'd be suffering through until he got to the meeting place he and Shin agreed to. Ten minutes more of this, and it was his stop. Softie pulled on the plastic-coated steel wire to signal that he would be getting off, but there was one stubborn detail that proved a bit more difficult. He blushed, unable to do much more than grab onto a vertical bar and pull himself up with a pachyderm paw down the back of his panties. The thick finger proved a bit more stubborn and selfish than he expected, pulling him backwards into the elephant's lap. He had to pull on the steel pipe in the aisles with all his strength to get free of the giant digit, filling the bus cabin with the most noticeable wet slurping pop imaginable. The blush that filled his face didn't begin to cover up his shame as he filed out of the bus as fast as he could before anyone else got bright ideas to take him hostage for illicit fucking.

For a few seconds, all he could hear was the loud rumbling of the bus receding into the distance, the warehouse district very quiet aside from the usage of some beeping forklifts and alarms on cranky factory lines starting up or shutting down for lunch breaks. The chaos was as controlled as one could expect, given the bustle of production. It was definitely an area zoned for larger industrial factories and complexes, but then, what purpose was he here for?

Softie had been given the address to one such place a few blocks away from the bus stop. He couldn't help but feel inadequately dressed compared to the fur workers in their coveralls and jumpsuits passing him by and likely assuming him to be some sort of trap prostitute. There were times he'd been rented out like that, but that was more due to Shin's doing than anything else. He hoped this wouldn't be one of those times where he was made to service all of Shin's friends down at the factory on their break, but he had been made to do weirder things for the wolf's previous birthdays.

The address he'd been given seemed innocuous enough, with rusted metal walls and a corrugated roof that had seen better days. The building had been here for a long time, and he bet money that whatever equipment was inside was likewise as old if not almost so. As he got closer, he could smell this wasn't the case as fresh oil and polished stainless steel met his nose near the burgundy-stained double doors. The possibility this might be a surprise party within a derelict building was debunked by the loud noise of whirring machinery and pressurized air hoses.

He doubted there would be any celebration going on whatsoever, but if that were the case, what was the wolfmate up to in there, anyway? Since he certain that he was at the right place, Softie went inside an open doorway at a kind of white plaster reception area, padded chairs arrayed in front of a sweeping wide mahogany desk with a flashing black plastic flat screen computer monitor and keyboard on the countertop. Despite the orderly nature of the moderately-sized waiting room, there were no other furs waiting nor anyone at the desk to take arrivals. It seemed vacantly strange, but then it was a bit too early in the morning for most clients to show up.

With nothing better to do, he took a seat gingerly on his sore horse-wrecked heinie and waited for some clerk or secretary to see to his needs. It was quite boring, with nothing to read or do, and Softie not having the presence of mind beforehand to charge his ds the night before so the battery died soon after he took it out to play. It hardly mattered even if he had remembered, as there was something very distracting going on in the main factory area behind a billowing plastic meat freezer curtain.

The smells and sounds were completely unusual for a factory setting. Amidst the noise of whirring machines were grunts and gasps mingled with loud horse whinnies. On top of those recreational vocalizations came the all too familiar smells of cartloads of cum and a mingling of saccharine salty vaginal fluid coming out of some random females in some kind of need. It was both perplexing, and intoxicating. Softie loved sex, and he loved orgies even more, but what was going on in there?

He had to keep himself content by looking around at objects in the room and giving them ridiculous levels of attention while idly rubbing the pantied bulge in his skirt as his ears followed the lewd noises on the other side of the casually flirting curtain. No matter how curious he was, he wouldn't trespass any further in the facility and risk bringing down someone's wrath. As he was thinking about that, the tigerfox idly reached a paw around the back of his panties to scratch an altogether familiar growing itch around his anus as the tender muscle recovered from the massive stretching it got on a horse pole dance.

The tingly reminder of harsh anal sex was satisfied for the moment, but it would return later while the overbearing soreness lingered on. The fact he could even stand up and walk almost normally was a testament to his lovemaking skills as a rentboi. Any lesser slut would be laid out on a couch with a bag of ice lodged up their tushy until the residual harm of the buttfucking went away. The whirring grew distinct, like it was timed to go through a specific motion before continuing on. An all too familiar sound that brought to Softie's thoughts the image of a car manufacturing plant with doors and parts being welded onto skeletal frames and painted with insectoid robot arms in a methodical timed process. It sounded like cars being made, but it certainly didn't smell like it as the cum scent intensified into a stronger musk that left the tiger panting and almost ready to cum in his girly pink little briefs like a bad kitty in heat.

So many strong hormones in the air: they should know better than to tease poor helpless slutkitties! The fact that he hadn't already reached down to bring some relief to his growing frustrations only showed his overall amazing sense of self-control. That and if Shin ever heard about it, Softie would find his cock caged faster than a sneeze. Good or bad kitty, the last thing he needed was to give the wolf a reason to restrict another part of his freedom if he so much as gave the other male a hint of a chance to do so.

A new smell filled the stuffy stale musk of the reception area, it took him a moment to look up from where he was staring at his own painfully hard groin with growing dismay at not being able to play with himself in his moment of need. The reason the new smell caught his attention was freshness, and a lot of it, too! Softie looked up to see a bottomless black mare in a leather fetish vest breezing neatly into her padded swivel office chair while obliviously leaking the signs of heat all over the fine carpet. She typed some things into the system and checked mail before noticing that he was even there waiting. "Can I help you? We weren't expecting walk-ins today. Surely the underground scheduler site we post on has notified you that we are booked with a few special orders today that are very time intensive?" She raised an eyebrow at him to further emphasize her incredulity for being here.

All those things she mentioned seemed very legitimate for a company, and yet told him nothing about its function other than it made special custom goods that took a whole day. Shin told him to be here, but he wondered if he was even in the right place or if his master had gotten that wrong. Curiosity got the better of him, and it had never served to do anything for the feline except get him in trouble. "What do you make here?" Such a simple question, but the mare looked up and stared at him as if he were feebleminded. The loss of composure was masked by cool confidence when the female horse figured something out that he wondered about.

She continued typing noisily for a moment or two as he waited nervously nearby, shy and wondering if he should even be here or if he was intruding on something. Softie only stayed around because common sense told him that if he weren't welcome, the mare would make it more obvious instead of ignoring his presence. Still, the fact that his question had been left hanging in the air like that didn't particularly make him feel warm and fuzzy, nor the lack of hospitality from some fur that should see him as a potential customer and not meat to neglect. How very little he realized how true the metaphor was!

He wasn't left waiting for long before his confusion was cleared up, or rather thrust aside by two towers of musky muscle coming through the curtain wearing starched white sanitarium shirts and pants as if he'd stepped into a mental asylum. The brown and black horses with plain obvious bulges were coming right at him just as the mare spoke at them in her brisk tone. "That's the special order, over there. Be careful, it's very fragile." Softie let out a shy squeal as each of them grabbed one of his arms and marched him back to the curtain through sheer masculine power.

Softie began to struggle, but only because he was too confused and didn't know what else to do as he was horsehandled. Having two studs in professional attire grab ahold of him was the last thing the feline femboy expected, and they seemed to take his meager resistance in stride with chuckles and patronizing grins. "Silly mare. You'll be bred before you know it." The offhoof comment was as confounding as it was disarming, the two steeds carrying him closer to the naughty hormonal smells that had set his lust on edge ever since he got here.

Once or twice, he wondered why he was even fighting back when they were taking him to the edge of his desires where the curtain hid all those delicious sexy smells away. He supposed it was something due to his odd instincts coming to the surface and resisting the enclosing walls of equine muscle ferrying him over to the bowels of the factory. When they stepped through the threshold, it was like a whole new world opened up to him full of more lewd things than even the feline's brain could comprehend. Indeed it was a factory, but the things being assembled were gaping cum oozing butts and fetish gear.

Above rattled a ceiling mounted track system with dangling harnesses, soft fleece cuffs going together with padlocks for a snug but comfortable fit. There were none in use nearby, but further down the line he could see a black and white fox restrained by all limbs dangling from his back while two naked stallions took turns seesawing their cocks through his tiny feminine body in an energetic spitroast of blurry dripping pumps of horsemeat. It was also obvious the vulpine slut had been used multiple times by other horses, as stale sticky dried cum stuck to every inch of his fur like globular bits of vanilla pudding or custard.

They were fucking hard and fast into that other fur almost like it were their job, and as he gave it some thought, it probably was. Coated headfur to tail in so many strange male's cum, he almost looked like a gooey snowman of sorts. It was the lewd smacking noises of wet pounding combined with the vacuous slurps of a gaping tailhole gobbling up a long drippy pole that best got his attention, Softie blushing as his imagination went wild with those same naughty sounds being reproduced on his own body with the wild pistoning of needy horsecocks claiming an ass.

Too lost in his fantasies, he didn't even notice his escorts ripping off his skimpy girl clothes with feverish abandon, leaving him standing there in nothing but his pretty pink panties, and soon not even that as they were torn off and stuffed into his own mouth like a kinky gag covered in his cock musk. Just as he tried to spit them out, they had him fitted with a pink dog muzzle over the bridge of his nose and chin that prevented him from opening his mouth. It was humiliating, and he loved it. While one held him still, the other horse picked a coin out of his pocket and flipped it in the air to satisfy some sort of random vote. Softie noticed how it landed on tails, which seemed good enough for them to arbitrarily decide something. The choice they were having difficulty over turned out to be how he'd be tied up for his day of servicing as well as which end to use.

Before he even knew what was happening, the feline was hoisted up in the air so the various cuffs could be applied and locked into place, stretching him out in such ways that undoing his bonds would be even more uncomfortable than simply accepting it. He blushed, dangling nakedly in the air with his tail tied off to the side for easier access, a slight tilt to better offer up his rump. It was a doggie style sex position of sorts, except he was simply hovering there with no control where his body ended up or even what direction he faced, the two moveable tracks too far away from each other for his lines to get tangled.

He didn't have any clue how long he'd simply been hanging out, but he got the impression that once the fox had finished processing through the funhouse of dicks, the employees needed to take a rest after their exertions. This was more than likely the reason why there were only a certain number of appointments for the day, as even horny horses couldn't be expected to carry on with their vigilant fucking for more than half an hour at a time.

Just as he was beginning to get comfortable in the strange position and take a nap, a loud bell rang and signalled the beginning of the next shift. The tigerfox hybrid was wiggling in anticipation of all that horsecock about to get real friendly with his tailhole, regardless of whether he wanted it or not. From the position he was hoisted aloft, it was hard to make out the naked chiseled bodies of so much half naked horseflesh covered by the barest of starched white labcoat touches, almost like sexy doctors in white hard hats. Unseen as they were in his blurry peripheral vision, he could still hear the loud pronounced clopping of hooves ringing out on the solid cum-stained concrete floor like so many clattering coconut halves.

And speaking of coconuts, those other coconuts weren't half bad, either. The healthy rotund equine testes came in a range of sizes based on breed from chicken egg sized to balls the size and heft of cantaloupes. It wasn't hard to guess that those virile sets of nuts were more than enough to flood him full with every orgasm, his only hope that the wide horsecock flares would keep all that gooey goodness in for at least a few seconds before it all had to spill out from his gaping wrecked boipussy. Maybe they would each have the decency to plug him after their usage of his butt, though he didn't hold out any hopes.

With the peculiar lunch break over with and each absurdly dressed male clopping back to their own assigned station, he briefly thought that it might be his turn to be processed through a gauntlet of horsecocks. An unexpected burst of red filled his face as warm waffling sniffed casually into an intimate place as if he meant nothing to the horse except a nice-smelling hole to fuck.

Except, after getting a good sniff off his bared posterior, the stallion seemed to lose all interest with a confused squeal of dismay. "This one isn't even ready, yet! Where are the girls? It's their job to fluff the new arrivals with heat scent." So, that was why. Until that offhoof remark, Softie wondered why his butt had been rejected so quickly.

Horses could fuck a member of the same gender, if they were gay. Apparently, all the straight and bi among their number required a bit more assistance to get it up after an entire day filled with wanton raw "exercises". It took a long agonizing pause in the operations to find the mares, snorts of sexual frustration filled the silence of machines ticking cold as they cooled from lack of use.

It turned out the delay was from a pregnant pause, or rather the attempt of one as a big brown draught stallion with white feathering on his hooves was leading a black and a white mare down some bare skeletal steel stairs with a muscular arm around each set of shoulders. In addition to the show of prideful sexual prowess of pleasuring two females at once by the large male smelling strongly of sex, the mismatched twins were covered in his seed, not to mention leaking viscous torrents of his breeding jelly both from leaking asses and flayed pussy lips. It must've been a good, but harsh pounding as they walked awkwardly under his stewardship while keeping tails hiked up flaglike in visible soreness.

He faintly wondered if he'd share the same butt ache as them or if the assembly-line of pounding would stretch him out enough for it not to be as bad. Either way, it was something the feline slut had to look forward to, wanting it or not. Softie looked on with nervous respect as the humongous hung half-naked horse took his place, right at the end of the line, erect cock bouncing side to side with his carefree gait. None of the other studs could hide the envious anger over him hoarding all of the booty, leaving the dregs of sloppy seconds in wrecked femboy butts.

A hard smack on his presented rump distracted him from his perverse thoughts, a dainty hoofed hand playing with his limp barbed junk helped remind him why he was there. "Haven't had a kitty to play with in a long while. This could be quite fun." It was the white mare talking, seeming to take charge as Softie and the black-furred female had previously met.

The black female was fiddling around with some latex thing that went up her legs like panties with a belt. "He's adorable. He doesn't even know why his master made him come here!" That earned her an incredulous giggle from the sister as she snapped on an examination glove and squirted an appropriate messy glob of lube on fingers pointed into a duck bill shape. When he saw the silent duck technique, he had reason to be afraid: it was the default way one would get fisted. It would be like taking a giant conical buttplug. The purpose of the latex glove became apparent, as equine fingernail hooves could be quite sharp.

They went from making shadow puppets to turning Softie into a sock puppet very fast, the first few fingers invading the gape made by the naughty elephant finger and blossoming out to spread his perky asshole further. Though mares had dainty delicate hands, it was still almost too much fist to take as the white wrist slowly slurped and buried itself in his tight warm hole, a big wiggly warm buttplug sensation further confusing his sissy senses.

Three inches wide, maybe. It was a lot to take in all at once, and maybe even bigger than the thickest knot he'd ever taken. At least, he didn't remember taking anything much thicker except for the occasional random stallion shaft. The black mare squirted more lube on her busy friend's arm, massaging it evenly through every bit of fur to leave a nice uniform slick shine throughout.

Only when all parts had been coated did the ivory female push forward, more sloppy popping noises followed as air was forced out of his ass or sucked back in depending on how well he managed to keep a tight seal. Somehow along the way, she had managed to straighten out all of his inner curves, as he began to feel the wrinkled sharp edge of an elbow enter him, going beyond the point where he would normally bottom out on a toy before he could go no further.

He thought she was going to shove in all the way to the shoulder, but the force relented just as the elbow tickled its way past his anus, causing him to clench down on it hard. "I knew you were a tight bitch. All the prep work was definitely needed." The arm slowly pulled itself out not because of any exaggerated care or gentleness, but because the vacuum in his hole was so great that she couldn't pull away from the strong suction any faster than that. "Are you ready with the heat injector probe?" With such an innocuous name, the tiger was put off his guard and not worried at all. It turned out he should've been.

With the fisting complete and his hole left gaping with random pathetic whistles from the ruined anal seal, the white mare had to go wash off with soap and water. From her absence, he was free to focus on the other female with the midnight black fur. It turned out she wasn't so alone as he first assumed, sporting a humongous friend made out of black sparkly silicone with a squirt tube supported on a strong balanced leather panty harness that creaked with every movement from the absurd toy weighing several pounds.

If he weren't gagged, his mouth would drop at such a humbling sight, a horsecock dildo to put many of the species to shame. That was no pony, he knew very well. If he had to judge, the metallic black intruder had to be somewhere between draft and standard saddle breeds of horses. Mares certainly don't do things half-assed when it came to making a good first impression. "Like what you see?" The lewd filly lady gave his nose a playful squirt in the face from the business end of her toy, filling his senses with the strong salty fragrance of stale cold horse piss and musky estrous pheromones.

The light fragrant mare mist to his nares wasn't just for his benefit, either, as the aroma quickly carried to all of the impatient stallions waiting along the line to do their seminal duty. Bitter envy over sharing sex leftovers or not, they would surely almost fight amongst themselves for a chance to fill his asspussy with instinctual need driving them insane with a mating frenzy.

As he looked on with fully wide round eyes, unable to believe he could take something that thick even with some helpful fisting, she made a naughty show of greasing up the entire squishy soft shaft with slick clear J-Lube. Both paws pumped up and down the nearly two foot long shaft in a mocking lewd display of clumsy masturbation while he was forced to watch and couldn't even turn away. Vigorous humping soon accompanied the stroking, the whole sexy toy bobbing half-flaccidly to the animated rolling bounces of merry mare hips, tail flicked high in an eager show of domination while she got enthusiastically into the acting role of a dominant stallion courting his mare.

If she could get any more into her role than she already was, surely she would have a real cock of her very own and not this monster dick strapon. "You see this, bitch kitty? My big black horsedick is the only way you'll ever get to fuck me, so you better enjoy it." She chuckled, a cruel tantalizing wiggle of black hips that made the dildo flop side to side. He made a shy meep noise as she licked her lips in a lioness's hunger and rubbed the slippery silicone all along his suspended bound body in degrading caresses to remind him who was in charge.

No, he wouldn't soon forget who the mistress was once he had two feet of artificial horse buried deep up his colon like a log of jelly. To further humiliate an already submissive tiger or perhaps to slick up the area of opportunity, he felt the whole wet rubbery length passing up and down between his buttocks like one obscenely thick credit card being swiped. The horsecock hotdogging was followed by harsh smacks to his presented tushy and further harsh degrading language to put him in his place as a stallion's free fucktoy.

The thing that gave him most pause was the flared tip of the toy leaking mare piss in a steamy dribble. It was very wide and thick, the worst part being that it wasn't properly pointed like other cocks for their main function, but then, stallions never did have any trouble poking into mares thanks to those wide loose openings beckoning them on. A shiver crept down his spine as the cold lube and warm piss mingled into the satin soft skin of his puckered hole as the blunt rounded silicone slid around trying to find a beachhead between his pillowy striped ass.

Due to his lingering tightness despite previously getting fucked by a horse in a public restroom, an elephant finger, and a good ol' fashioned fisting, he still managed to keep incredibly tight. His virginity seemed permanent, as no amount of girth could fully wreck his hole enough to keep it gaping for any real length of time. Instead, the strapon dildo actually bent and wiggled around as the pressure of his hole keeping it out forced the whole length to buckle and struggle to even hold its shape. He thought that the mare might surrender to his iron ass at that point, but she simply stepped closer and held the shaft straight with both paws before trying to push into him again.

A muffled grunt was forced out of him as the big toy spread his anal rings before it, his stubborn hole trying to hold it back to little effect. And then when it was through his anus, he whimpered out with a cry as tears came from his eyes, the big dildo suddenly shooting deep inside him like a rocket as his last barrier unexpectedly gave way to the unrelenting pressure of a persistent rubbery glans soft as a sponge and smooth as silk. It hurt to have it randomly jump inside him like that, but at least the sharp pain quickly numbed into a dull ache as his inner walls swelled around the thick shaft almost in a strange sentient curiosity to feel it out.

It took a moment to register the foreign sensation that came over his tight tiny body, that he was being stuffed by the cock of a species so abnormally large that he was afraid it would break him in half. Since he was still in one piece, the mare pushed further inside with little bumps of her hips while grabbing hold of his waist to shove herself down deeper into him with proper leverage and force. He could feel every detail of it sliding past his sensitive anus, but it was the halfway point of the dildo that most surprised him when the medial ring made started to make its way into his gaping tail hole.

Half of it inside, Softie wondered how he could possibly fit any more than what was in him already. He had forgotten the golden rule of gay sex, that cocks always find a way. It was difficult trying to push it back out with the muscles in his hindquarters when every slippery veiny foreskin detail of the dildo slid through his upthrust anus like squishy satin. The sensation of so much textured softness passing into his butt left him purring helplessly for more, his own pointy barbed cock leaking for any little stray amount of attention that could be garnered while he remained helpless to see to the need, himself.

With cock neglected, he let out a soft pitiful whine as he felt the spongy fake sheathe rub along the dock of his undertail as it hilted fully into his nethers with two feet of faux horsemeat, squishy silicone balls rubbing heavily against his own as his bound legs struggled for any traction beneath while the mare girl slowly pulled a little more than half of her strapon out of his greedy hole, only to slam it back in with enough alarming force to make a loud slurp noise and make him rock in his jesses like an enslaved slut hawk.

He felt like the wind got knocked out of him as the huge ramrod of toy horse was shoved back into his body and made itself snugly at home in his bowels. The pressure against his prostate didn't help either, as he felt an urgent need to pee from it and didn't want to go on the floor, even if the stained concrete had been privy to worse. Trapped the way he was, all Softie could do was close his eyes and time his breathing to the speed of the thrusts, but was surprised to feel a very low gradual orgasm building like a stoked fire kindling to life in his butt.

The loud wet slaps of the squishy fake testes bouncing against his buttocks intensified as the speed of the ravenous fucking increased. He couldn't help but clench his throbbing hole against the slippery intruder sliding back and forth deeply into his nethers like so much equine sausage, all while giving his butt a constant injection of her own piss to thoroughly mark him with a mare's vibrant scent and make him that much more appealing and fuckable to a stud along the line. Her pounding was thorough, trying to push as much of the fresh hot gushing piss as deep into him as possible by random pumps of the cumtube valve.

He certainly felt like a mare, pee dripping out of his ass while taking a good juicy fucking from behind with tail raised aside. Just when he was starting to enjoy the deep-seated strapon conquering his bowels with grinding pumps of slithering silicone, the pleasure ended right as he was on the delirious edge of orgasm as the mare girl pulled out with unexpected force and viciousness, the toy's flare popping free of his ass like a glass jar being opened. It wouldn't be so bad if he hadn't been left hanging without relief, but she had to press a button on the nearby console that continued him on his forcibly chaste way into the arms of the first stallion lover.

Naturally, he was quite surprised by the large but not so amply equipped pony stud getting the first crack at him, the smaller than average horse curling his top lip in an appreciating Flehmen reaction to the heat scent wafting out of his gaping dribbling tail. The brown and white male wasn't exactly naked, opting for the false modesty of a pair of green speedos that couldn't hide a sheathe bulge of his magnitude no matter how tight they were. This new horse gave him a good sniffing from around the satin wet skin of his pucker, offering out a hot slimy tongue for a better taste by swirling it around the edge of his wrecked rim, moaning and seeming to savor the ambrosia of mare piss that would no doubt be a heavenly taste to a stallion.

Sure enough, the heat smell fostered a strong reaction in his snug pants, the pony letting out a squeaky whinny as his arousal grew almost instantly to match the unexpected erection. It was soon too large to contain, but nowhere near as bad or as impressive as the dildo that had taken his virginity for the day. He suspected the reason why he was getting a downgrade, to get some fresh cum up his bum. It was probably the best and most humiliating way to lubricate a slut, to pass them around to every dick in a room that wanted a piece.

It came as a surprise to see the pony's cock starting to peek out of his briefs, but yet he did nothing to placate its leaky urges. Instead, he picked up a wooden clipboard with a few neon pink sheets clipped against the hard surface, going over them with his eyes as if making mental notes on a checklist. It turned out in the next mumbled breath that he was: "The scenting and stretching are done, but someone still has to do the battery of marking. Must be Jutland again." Then he turned to pay Softie attention for the first time, acknowledging him for a moment as something besides a piece of striped fuckmeat. "A draft cock and a tattoo all in one but-I mean go. Aren't you a lucky girl?" He gave the tiger's rump a friendly slap as if to seal the deal.

The hard spank reverberated around the walls, Softie rocking in the straps for a moment from the force of it until his swinging quickly lost momentum as the buff pony gave his presented almost upturned rump a good hungry glare. He had something small in one hoof that the feline didn't recognize at first, not until the mini equine squirted the mio-looking container onto his glans with one steady clear viscous stream that slowly dribbled down along the underside and his urethra to wet his stretchy undies. It was that concentrated lubricant that he was more than familiar with, always having at least one bottle in his handbag at all times. It served its purpose with the horse at the bus stop, and would no doubt be equally as useful on this two inch thick and fourteen inch long breeding shaft.

Compared to other members of his breed, it was pitiful. Compared to anyone else's, it was almost more meat than a lot of furs could handle. He was already tugging his speedos down the rest of the way so that the base of his shaft and big egg-sized testes could jiggle free, leaving the briefs resting where they were otherwise to cover up that proudly adorable tushy in case other horses got the wrong idea and tried to pile on his rump while he did his duty in Softie's rear. When the full throbbing pole was set loose, the pony began his pleasure by casually stroking himself up to a fever pitch, also spreading the lube evenly for the job at hoof.

The wet sloppy noises of the lube being wiped all over that handsome horny shaft of hefty horse was almost enough to make Softie cum in his panties were he still wearing them and not being forced to munch down on them like a bitch being taken against her will. Up and down, he could see the quickening motions of the pony's hand working that slippery sausage like so much miniature horse fuckmeat out of the corner of his peripheral vision until it shimmered and shined like one solid piece of hot pink ice.

The lustful sights and noises overcame his reservations and left him needing it so badly, his cat pucker flexing several times in a minute to invite the steed into filling him. Despite his efforts at bound seduction, the pony did not immediately take the bait, merely chuckling at his lack of modesty while slapping his buttocks around like striped bongos while wagging his dick around with flicks of his lithe hips like a baton. "Lil ol' me got a slutty kitten worked up and bothered? You make me feel almost adequate to play with the big boys, and not just in a dress and panties to be their rentmare, either!" The admission didn't surprise the tiger, knowing that smaller male horses were often press ganged into gang-bangs as the cumdump in question.

However he'd been used by other horses in the past, this pony was no longer the bottom bitch as he sidled up his hips with a tail raised high in an arc of arousal, hooves skittering impatiently along the smoothed cement floor almost like a horny sleepwalker. "Who can it be knocking at your backdoor?" The strange comment was followed by a squeaky chuckle as he slid his rigid member between Softie's bubbly rounded rumpcheeks before shoving in quick and hard with one merciless thrust of footlong horsemeat.

For the tiger, the most unpleasant part of the cock burying wasn't the girth or size offered, but the unbridled violence of the impalement. The only reason Softie could account for the unexpected cruelty and lack of moderation in the humping was that the pony was trying to overcompensate for his feelings of sexual inadequacy compared to other equines. The equine so short in stature gasped out loudly in triumph as he hilted himself in Softie's dangling upturned ass, a spray of mare piss gushing out to make room for the pitiful pony ramrod.

A blush filled his cheeks at another surprise when the dysfunctional stud flared out his glans despite not being able to ejaculate quite yet. This was something that happened to feral horses that got a bit overexcited, but he'd never heard of it happening to an anthro one. Even if he couldn't believe it, he could certainly feel it moving back and forth inside him like as stallion squeegee shifting his insides crudely around with it.

The flare was distracting and not as pleasant as he'd once assumed, the way the disproportionately thick knot of horseflesh was kneading his bowels at a fairly decent pace. "Beg me like you want it, or you won't get any cum outta me." The sheer arrogance surprised him and turned him off. Softie didn't care if he had a load in him to give or not, just that the prideful little pony prick would make way for a more skilled and passionate stallion lover down the line.

He winced a bit as the forceful shoving sent him rocking on his lines, not even keeping up any steady pace as he went at it, jamming his cock in and out in random bursts of activity that had no pattern while the teeter tottered around in his bonds. A few times he became dizzy and lightheaded, but the tugging sensation of the enlarged cockhead was enough to keep his attention on the merciless rut he was getting.

With the humps came the slapping of those meager chicken egg sized balls against the back of his thighs in a thumping pendulous blur while they hung ever so casually outside of the tight lime speedo. Even if he was above average in girth, his attitude didn't endear him to the tiger, who gave him sidelong glances during the mating in a growing restlessness of impatience.

He found himself clenching his hole as tightly as he could to send the horny overachieving stud over the edge and received the expected reward as the pony made one final shove up to the sheathe as deeply as possible, filling Softie with an inescapable sensation of spreading warmth, some of it starting to leak onto the floor just as the equine slumped over his back in mild exhaustion from the excavating anal efforts.

There was a brief pause that couldn't have lasted more than a minute as the tired beast quickly went limp, his once stony cock losing all form before falling out in a lewd sloppy gush of horsecum falling free of his wrecked hole like a steamy molten silver waterfall. He thought he hated being used so casually and unlovingly, but the dirty callous feelings attached to this act were actually turning him on. Before the tiger could sort out his peculiar feelings, the pony was already sucking his member back into its fleshy cage, ready to be released on the next available hapless slut. It was a bit like a big pink wrinkled noodle being slurped up in one slow motion.

Softie got one last peek at the delicious sheathe button as the cock collapsed into one nifty pulpit of stallion worship between strong diminutive thighs while he pulled his forest green undies back up. Having finished his fun, the pony corrected mistakes made on the clipboard for later reference and hit the button on a console that would send the kitty slut on his way. Between each check-in station was a milky white veil of thick plastic strips hanging down like one might see in a meat locker. He suspected this factory of sex liked its procedures and liaisons to remain a mystery for its victims as an added source of amusement.

As he parted the veil sideways, his crudely opened hole leaking a trail from one processing cubicle to the next, he was already greeted by an imposing caramel-furred sight of horseflesh. The new male was a fine pedigree example of thoroughbred; completely naked and proud of the fact, too. "How are you? I see our mutual friend left the job partway done, but what can you honestly expect from a half-cocked pony with more issues than a beta operating system?" For the careless comment, he received an angry snort from somewhere nearby, but nothing further came of it as this new much taller horse consulted a checklist printout covered in various dried stains, likely from other exuberant exercises and his coffee nearby.

His eyes rolled over the bullet points with a practiced casualness of professionalism from performing the same job repeatedly over a decent period of time. "I'll need to take some measurements. If you aren't dilating properly for this custom order, I feel it's my duty to inform you that things are going to get a bit freaky." Before Softie had a chance to guess what the stallion with the cocksure smile and easy pleasant eyes turned his back briefly to pull on a bright white physician coat that reached all the way to his knees.

When he turned about with a loud clop of hooves sorting themselves out, the tiger noticed the small probes and thermometer in the equine's breast pocket protector, but more worrying, he also caught sight of the stud's nametag: Dr. Bury, Large Animal Practice Veterinarian M.D. He was going to bury something, alright, the question was what. Mildly distracted by the name and fancy title, he was snapped out of his thoughts at the same time as the equine's latex examination gloves. The doctor turned his back towards the tiger with swishes of his tail while rustling through a wheeled cart of random supplies nearby, facing Softie with a big loud clattering stainless steel contraption shaped somewhat like a trap.

Most furs would be wholly ignorant of such a thing, but he recognized the strange device too well and wanted nothing to do with its three cold expanding blunt rounded prongs and lever screw, the whole obstetrical device almost looking like a claw or three-fingered hand for a robot. When doctor bigcock caught wind of the tiger's nervousness and worry, it earned him a mild chuckling response from the beefy authoritative stud. "If it makes you feel any better, the dairy cows and broodmares don't like it, either." It didn't make him feel better, but proved to insult him instead. He was being treated like some lowly non-sapient animal meant only for fucking. He didn't deserve that, did he? Even if doc stallion was uncharacteristically nice about it with a sweet bedside manner to talk Softie through the procedures and exams, he still objected to his overall treatment.

The stud simply shrugged and finished his small cup of coffee in one loud gulp, taking a foil tube of lubricating jelly and squirted some liberally on his gloved paws, using them to spread it around on the smooth polished outer surface of the sixteen inch long livestock speculum. "Let out a breath and relax for this, sweetie. The cold is a shock at first, but I have no adequate way to keep it warm before I stick it in. I guess no one cared enough about an animal's comfort to invest in such a novel concept." He let out a small whimper and shivered at the first icy touch of hard unyielding metal pushing against his sensitive hole.

The thing entering him was wide and flat, though blunted, the edges had a faint sharpness almost like the blade of a butter knife. If he tightened and clenched up, the cutting pain of it against the sides of his anus intensified, but even relaxed it still hurt. Following the could steel tongue were the two fangs perched right atop it. When the three prongs were far enough inside his slut cavity, the intrusion suddenly stopped as the device rattled and slowly blossomed apart as the horse put the screws to him by turning the crank on the rear of the apparatus.

He blushed, embarrassed by the unexpected gape as his wide open hole made gasps and whistling noises in tune with his own breathing, the muscles reacting to whatever the ones in his diaphragm did. A few more twists and the stretching ended, the jaws of metal unable to widen any further without strain. The horse took measurements with a tape ruler by wrapping it around the opened jaws of the ass trap. "Two point seven four inches diameter. Not wide enough for the Adonis giant at the end of the line. I need to remedy this with some sexy digital examination." Softie's relief over having the speculum torn free of his ass was short-lived as the horse ripped off his gloves and tossed them aside in a locking biohazard container, pulling a new sort of glove out of a nearby carton that turned out to be more a loose plastic shoulder-length sleeve which he slipped over one muscular arm with stylish ease. "Now, then. Please say 'AHHH'. This won't hurt a bit." The only warning the tiger got was the squeaky noise of the stallion pumping lube liberally all over his plastic coated arm from a big gallon jug with a handy pump spout.

Cold slimy fingers soon followed the lewd slippery noises of obstetrical lube dribbling all over the floor and the once immaculately clean and dry labcoat. The fingers hardened into a conical duck head shape as he pushed into Softie harder, using brute horsepower to plow his way through the feline's barrier. Despite the wrinkled plastic, he could still feel the hoof nails and knuckles as they twisted and scraped their way inside against his loosening anus.

Something was working, as every so often, the horse fist slid in just a bit deeper. It wasn't a lot, but the slight progress was a noticeable change compared to before. A little further and everything seemed to come to a halt as he felt something like a hardened dog knot, but was really the widest ridge of a formed fist. He already knew this part was going to hurt, as his ass wanted to be stubborn and not cooperate at all. Just as he had laid his ears back with a muffled hiss of warning and was going to resist and fight back against it, something surprising happened when thick equine fingers fluttered and wiggled inside him, massaging and crushing his prostate in random bouts. He found himself relaxing and on the edge of orgasm as the doctor worked his magic.

The horse had one final trick up his calving sleeve when the tiger not only orgasmed explosively all over the floor from the intimate rectal massage, but loosened up enough to swallow up the stallion's entire bulbous hand in one crude loud slurp. "Was that so hard?" The overconfident veterinarian chuckled and gave Softie's outthrust butt reassuring pats and molesting squeezes with his free hand while shoving the other ever deeper inside. Before he knew what was going on, the arm had fought the tightness and vacuum-sealed tunnel of his hot wet confines, burying itself inside the effeminate feline up to the elbow in very little time.

He squeezed against the hard mass buried in his butt, the plastic-wrapped flesh giving off an oddly pleasant warmth that radiated deeply through the delicate tissues of his cat cavity. Combined with the shame of having somefur's arm deep up his asspussy was the humiliation that it was a prey species doing it to him and making Softie feel like some dumb cow about to get inseminated.

The arm pulled back briefly, only to find itself trapped between the sissy kitten's upturned buttocks like a brown wooden pole stabbed into a segmented loaf of marbled bread. He was probably still too tight down there to give the intruder an easy time escaping. Instead of pulling itself out any further, the harsh shoves continued as tiny fractions of inches worked themselves stubbornly further in despite the hard bony shape of the elbow.

A fistful of horse wasn't the only thing the stallion had to offer, either, as he was priming up another part of his impressive anatomy for a far rougher ride. The rubbery mottled brown and black shaft flopped flaccidly around to his arm's motions above, the stud occasionally reaching down below to play with himself in a casual way that didn't seem to serve any function beyond the sparse reminder that the floppy shaft was still down there patiently awaiting some attention or a deep wet place to explore for a few impassioned thrusts.

At some point, Softie found himself tilted in a facedown position with his rump high in the air as the equine struggled to force his way in all the way to the shoulder, throbbing veins on the round bicep tickling against his popped open anus as they slithered along inside him. "I bet this is an odd experience for you, slut. Fully impaled on someone's entire arm and all that. Bet you'd be a great bride to an elephant once we get done here." He blushed at the lewd commentary, his squirming and struggles did little to unseal the nearly magnetized vacuum connection they now shared.

He could feel every tiny movement of the arm wiggling around within, his cock leaking a steady patter on the floor from the random rough rubbing on his prostate. To make any progress at thrusting at all, the horse had to manhandle Softie with his other hand, moving the tiger up and down along the harness, a completely unnecessary step with the much larger and heavier animals of his usual large animal practice craft. Six or so inches off and then he'd get shoved back onto the shoulder again with one crude motion that forced his breath out. He quickly figured out what was going on as his hole started to loosen appreciably enough for him to begin slipping off on his own.

Very soon it turned out that the high angle of his rump was no longer required as the horse slowly worked up speed with a cautious level of care as he began shoving in and out of the feline with an increasing ferocity of jarring unrhythmic thrusts like a feral horse mounting in the apex of his flagging passions. While Softie struggled to keep up with the hard punching pumps going deeply in his body and bulging out of his navel, he noticed how the veterinarian was already fully hard and starting to dribble his honeyed essence out from the wide glans all over the floor in growing enthusiasm.

Sometimes the whole thing pulled out almost slickly down to the wrist before getting shoved back up all the way with no delay, and other times it stopped at the elbow about to pop free of his hole as the horse seemed to delay while coming to a decision of sorts. However it went, he certainly felt himself growing more loose and cavernous as the pounding went on.

It was only when the fist met little to no resistance and all traces of the ass vacuum effect had somewhat dissipated that Dr. Bury felt confident that his work was completed, carefully pulling out with a half-hearted slurp of surrender as he tore off the plastic sleeve and tossed it aside, shaking his arm frantically to work out the stiffness and cramps from its former confinement. Softie squeezed his anus reflexively to test the results of the damage, more than appreciably surprised at the great gaping wreck left behind.

He thought the work was over and the horse would send him into the next adventure. The feline should've known better when he saw the stallion preparing another probing instrument of a sexy nature, the rubbery phallus was deceptively bouncy and flaccidlike, but Softie knew it was really hard as a rock and would straighten itself out once the equine stomped closer. "Not exactly an efficient way to inseminate a cow, but I don't hear any complaints." Softie let out a whine into his panties at the condescending jovial tone of doctor horsecock as he pumped a long slimy string of lube all over his shaft and tip like a dripping coat of wax.

There seemed no need even to spread it around, as it dribbled its way all over down to the bulge of the urethra and fell on the floor in a plopping mess. Come to that, Softie was probably so loose and wet down there that a dry baseball bat could easily slip in with little problem. What he didn't expect was the high level of the stallion's arousal, the horse turned on so much that he was already flared and leaking but hadn't stuck it in yet. He wondered how a nearly four inch thick flare would feel going in with not so gentle force, hoping the experience wouldn't hurt too much.

As Dr. Bury tried to live up to his namesake, he found the act of impaling the tiger more troublesome than even Softie could imagine. At times his cock was bending like a bow as the feline's tightness combined with a more wide blunt tip than normal, the whole fleshy thing as unwieldy as a foam golf club. It took some ridiculous effort to pry the slut open with deft thick fingers just enough to pop the spongy glans in place with one sudden sharp slurp.

Once he had it in, the vet was careful not to let the flare slip out again during the course of his work. The tiger was expecting an onslaught of frenzied fucking, but was confused as the equine simply and deliberately took his time cavitating the hot passage with his meaty cock, a slow slurping progress of shaft slipping in a bit at a time going at a torturous trickling pace of pleasure. The uncharacteristic slowness and gentle quality of the gradual filling nearly left Softie begging for a more brutal rape like a real wild horse would give him.

He was wondering how long it was going to go on for, blushing as he felt two hot bouncy balls press and smother themselves into his buns, each almost the size of a chicken egg if not larger. The whole thing took place so slowly and smoothly that he didn't actually feel how much hot oiled horsecock had actually entered him until he was at the end of the line. His only regret was the inability to toy with those cream-filled oysters, the only thing within his power was to squeeze around them with his plush squishy rump.

There was an absurdly long pause after the horse impaled him, maybe because the stud wanted to give him a few unmolested minutes to adjust to that floppy fiery hot girth stretching out his bowels with flesh and lively heat. "I bet it feels good to be reminded where you belong. You know, beneath a big male like a dumb horny cowslut in an exam chute waiting for some nice friendly bullcock. Ready to be inseminated, heifer butt?" The strange insults and odd imagery only turned the tiger on more, his rump wiggling on the horsecock as he made muffled begging moos into his panty gag to garner further attention.

Begging or no, he would get that attention, as the horse was lapsing out of his normal aura of calm patience to give the job all the passion and vigorous energy it required. Softie gasped as half of the massive throbbing length pulled out, about a foot of horsemeat or so, suddenly shoving back in with enough force to shock the tiger and cause him to forget how to breathe for a few seconds. The slam of the equine hips pounding hard against his butt for one pump also left his cheeks stinging as they were slapped by wide muscular thighs almost like a spank. He was worried what several more of those would feel like.

The second one pulled nearly all the way out of his butt except for the flare, which seemed caught up on the inner part of his anus like a wet spongy buttplug, a perfect stopping place to let the horse know how far he could pull away without popping the tie before shoving back in. While the flare was meant as an ideal plug to fit over a mare's cervix so he could squirt his full load right into her womb, it also made a great deep burrowing knot that Softie could feel digging along the whole length of his slutkitten tract.

He could feel every inch that it travelled along as his squishy anal tunnel collapsed down tightly in its wake. As it pulled back, it also scraped a hot gush of musky fluids out with it to pool on the floor. He doubted real mares or cows could compete with how wet and drippy he was in the throes of gay mating.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see the stallion's tail flagging proudly on the next sloppy loud thrust into his cummed in cunt, followed by a blustery grunt of lusty air blasting out of his nostrils like a fucktrain. It felt strangely satisfying to be filled and emptied by such rapid motions of the big dick as the pace quickened.

Not only was there a bone trembling speed to deal with, but the way the horse pounded him wasn't so fluid and smooth as the slippery silkyness of his spurting pre, the pounding of his hard chiseled thighs and buttocks shoving against him without any sense of rhythm or pattern, the stallion reaching the peak of his orgasm and wanted to cum as fast as possible without any noticeable orderly pace.

It didn't take long after that, given the stud's feral desperation to seed something, but Softie found himself wishing it had lasted longer. The doctor pulled out with a sigh after a moment of rest just as his flaccid dick fell out like a wet cum-covered rag between his legs. He thought it was over with and would be sent on, but was both surprised and terrified by the new objects the stallion happened to approach him with.

It looked like a random assortment of handheld aluminum and plastic guns that had some unknown function. "Since you like being treated like a cow so much, I might as well claim you like one." The doctor explained, putting the needle point of one of the guns to a vein in his neck and injected him with a harsh hiss and sharp pinch. "Vaccinations and aphrodisiac cocktail for the slut cow that'll go around town with her tail up in the air asking for it like a whore." He blushed and hissed at that vulgar comment just as the vet put a little pink bandaid over his neck's prick hole.

The second gun proved far more humiliating. He watched in coy silence as the doctor created a specially labeled plastic tag in an engraver and slipped the chit into a holder on the small device, grabbing one of his perky cat ears to hold it still for a degrading earring. Another hiss, more sharp pain, and he could see the cattle tag dangling off his ear with the large black lettering, "SLUTCOW".

His neck and ear were still a bit sore by the time the vet sent Softie into the next hapless station situation where there could hardly be any doubt that a more hung and meaner stallion would surely be waiting to receive him. Even before the tiger passed through the next veil, he could already discern the strong musky stench of stale cum and mare pussy juice filling the air in an aromatic humidity like so much lofty lusty horsefucking.

It was a strong mixture of smells and fragrant hormones that only served to arouse him by virtue of them being sexually charged stimuli. Mixed in with the smell of fluids were other things he didn't so much like: old leather and wood smoke. He didn't know why he distrusted those alien scents so much, only knowing that they were out of place in the factory itself.

Once he parted his way through the curtain, he knew why he had those early misgivings fairly quick when he saw that big strong tall example of horseflesh from before now wearing leather chaps, gloves, and a cowboy hat, but nothing else to leave his full proud nakedness on display like a Greek statue. "And what do we have here? I see Dr. Bury up to his usual quality work." At this point, he was in new territory when it came to fetishes and had no clue what else to expect from this deviant equine.

The red handle sticking out of the small oven was the last thing he expected to see. He had a feeling he knew what it was for, but hoped it was merely there for display purposes and intimidation. The cowhorse clopped his way casually over to Softie's front so he could read the ear tag, chuckling lewdly as he poked the branding iron around in the fiery clumps of ash and half-burned chunks of wood. "Ain't that the truth. So, slutcow, you like being treated like a dumb animal? Have I got quite the surprise for you, then." The tiger thought he meant the roasting cat iron stick when he said that comment, but instead he pulled out a bulky aluminum briefcase stained green with a few smudges of old manure.

This new thing filled the feline with curiosity and fear, as nothing that could fit in that case was likely to turn out to be anything good. "You ever get milked cow bitch? You know, like a bull? We use this thing back on the farm to get a bull's cum out even if he dun wanna cooperate all nice line n' give it up." The large drafter flicked the brass latches apart and lifted the lid to reveal a gigantic segmented metal dildo and a black box with a few switches and a twistable dial that was almost as big as a common red house brick.

No, he had no clue what that crazy thing was or why it needed so many wires, but of course he would soon figure out what a simple rancher would need such a random assortment of parts for. It looked somewhat like something for electrical kink play, but the tiger had never tried anything like that due to the equipment and accessories being expensive.

It was a TENS unit on steroids, basically. The big dildo with the "Y" shaped prongs in the rear must be some kind of electrode for his prostate, and if they hadn't gone through such trouble in stretching out his insides, the humongous bull dildo that was nearly four inch diameter wouldn't have likely fit him. He could also figure out that the prong on the back used the bull's own tail to keep it seated in place almost like a natural buttplug. Once he got an inkling of its purpose, he was both excited and nervous to have it used on him. The cowhorse, of course, didn't care how Softie thought about it either way.

There was a white extension cord hanging from the ceiling, probably to ensure it stayed dry from all those copious splashing fluids. The black plug went into the dangling outlet and he toyed with the switch and dial to test the flow of electricity as it was handled by the unit. The bull dildo wasn't even plugged in yet, probably because it wouldn't be safe to handle until properly grounded into an appropriate anus.

Softie continued fretting his usual skittish fear for new strange kinks that he'd never tried. With hardly any effort thanks to the various slick fluids coating his bowel and leaking out all over thanks to his gaping hole in random drips, the horse prodded his opening with the wide yellow conical nose of the probe and shoved with appreciable strength. He felt the hard unyielding thing sink into his flesh, the metallic toy halting in its progress from the six lengthwise rounded electrodes that looked absurdly like long slim stabilizer fins on a rocket.

Smooth thick squishy objects such as cocks and dildos he could handle without problem, but what he couldn't take was something solid that had no give and expected his hole to do all the work. Still, there was something to be said for a draft horse's strength: whatever didn't fit without a struggle would be made to fit if he merely exerted some equine power.

The tiger grunted and struggled against the nylon bonds as he felt the merciless disregard for his rump's limitations. Maybe he could handle one of those rounded finlike protrusions at a time if he were given a chance to relax and accept them, but not all six at once. He felt a cramping burn down below as his anus popped apart to accept the unexpected girth even as his rectum rejected the electrode and tried to push it back out in an almost involuntary reaction to its wide offense.

The stallion was having none of that nonsense, leaning in close to shove harder, and making sure that no matter what Softie did or wanted, it would end up where it belonged. "One way or another, this is going in. I'm never gonna let a stubborn cow get one up on me." Whatever angry noises he could've made in reply to that brusque comment were muffled by the panties. At this point, as tempted to spit them out as he was, they were too tangled up on his fangs and would no doubt be ruined once he had the chance to spit them out.

One partially nasty shove had him seeing stars as the pain of being split open surged up his spine and inflamed his nerves. He let out a muffled growl of warning that quickly became surprise as the steel dildo slowly slurped and gasped its way deeper up his body until all he could feel were the devilish prongs poking bluntly at the tender skin beneath his tail.

Although his tail was restrained in such a way that he couldn't freely move it around, the underside still managed to tickle against the cold hard metal of the bull buttplug on occasion even as his gaping anus seemed to clench and embrace the stiff girth with immodest playfulness that caused the exposed end to hop up and down in place. If he could see it, Softie might describe it as a bulky diving board poking out of his hole.

The horse gave a sarcastic round of claps and hooting whistles in satisfaction of his completed work, appraising the filled feline butt with a critical eye as he made all the necessary connections in the circuit, fumbling with the dial and switches using his wide clumsy gloved fingertips until Softie could feel a constant eerie tingle traveling along his spine like ants crawling all over his back. It had to be the electricity, starting out at such a low level that it wasn't too intense or discomfiting for him to handle.

Not bad initially, but he knew this would get worse before he knew it. He was wrong; it was hell. If he weren't already gagged by panties, the torrent of electricity shooting into his rump and contorting his muscles in awful cramps would have him bite his tongue something bad. The horse watched the harsh reaction and dialed back the voltage, apparently trying to find the proper setting that would have the tiger getting milked through his ass in some decent standard of pleasurable comfort.

He found himself shocked at how the lower half of his body refused to listen, instead responding to the puppetry force of the jolts that wanted him to cum. The silly thing was that he wasn't even being collected from, as there was nothing to catch his seed as it came out. Confusing, but the whole act was probably being done solely to humiliate him within the roleplay of the given scene.

Before long, he felt the onset of what the device was intended to do creeping up on him. It wasn't too nice a sensation to feel those ravenous bolts surging along his insides and into his prostate, but damn if it wasn't efficient. "I can see the signs. Just a bit further." Softie could feel it too, that explosive orgasmic hell on its way to overpowering what little will he had to make him inevitably spurt all over the floor.

There were a few taunting false starts where he was on the edge of an orgasm, but the zaps into his ass couldn't quite send him over, yet. Close, but not yet there. He wondered why his body was resisting the force so badly when his mind had already accepted the flow of teasing amps and wanted the whole silly sad affair to end. Perhaps it wasn't about what he wanted at all, but more to overcome any barriers left over til he went out of control.

He got his wish, or something akin to it as a mind-blowing orgasm took the tiger over in several spastic spasms of pleasure, making him rock about on his strings like a marionette even as he moaned out muffledly with ample drool. His cock jumped up and down in several heavy fluid bounces as it cast its myriad of fresh pirated loads in every random direction possible like a cannon, but especially against the plush fur of his own belly to matt up the hair into a goopy dribbling mess.

The tiger looked down at the puddle he made beneath, his dripping belly adding to it every second. As much as he liked his own taste, Softie hoped he wouldn't be the one made to clean it up. When the probe was turned off and torn out of his body with all lack of gentleness, it stole his breath away as his ass filled in the space and became angrily sore almost immediately, tightening up with inflamed tissue and refusing anything else admission within.

He could see that the stallion was packing all parts of the electrical rig away without any worry of hygiene, giving the impression that the casual equine would either wash off the unsanitary probe later or never. As thoroughly milked dry and sore as he was, the disposition of the equipment was the least of his concerns.

The iron had been festering in the oven for who knew how long, the shaft starting to creep up with a bright orange glow moving steadily halfway up to the leather-bound handle like a smoking virus. The stallion removed all doubt from his mind and set the feline into a panic as the stud seized the end sticking out with his gloved fist and shook the bright fiery end loose from a pile of smoldering cinders and ash. His little ass wiggled as his legs struggled for purchase in the air, making him look like a bondage-themed Christmas reindeer in flight, although that was silly and pointless, as he wasn't going anywhere.

The pointless show of resistance amused the equine enough to make him hesitate and watch the pathetic show with those cold calculating cowboy's eyes. He probably slaughtered, castrated, docked tails, and raped the feral variety of animals for a living, so he could hardly be expected to show any mercy when it came to branding the ass of just one more.

The bright glow of what he recognized as pain incarnate was what probably scared Softie the most. A three inch thick orange-red circle with a backwards insignia of some kind. He'd been burnt playing with ovens and cigarette lighters, but those instances only hurt a finger or a tiny area of skin. This iron ass so much bigger than that. He tried to multiply his inadequate experiences of being burned to guess how this might feel and failed at the scaling hopelessly; for him it was just unimaginable.

As the equine moved the roasting iron closer, he could already feel the incredible heat wafting off the end almost as if he'd opened a preheated oven and touched the scalding vapors as they escaped to the ceiling. "You ready for this, bitch?" As he felt the heat creeping ever closer to his left buttock, it set his squirming to a feverish pitch of panic and fear.

No sooner had the nasty thing singed his fur in little flamelets, his involuntary reaction to deal with the relentless hot pain was to finally spit out the panties to make a warning roar as loud as he could, his left thigh trembled at the unwanted contact. It stung real bad, and had been left in contact with his stubborn hide for several seconds to ensure permanent scarification could take place.

He almost felt relieved when the iron was taken away, although the smell of his own cooked flesh made him strangely nauseous and hungry, not to mention the lingering soreness that would surely continue on as the wide area of the burn healed. He looked at the mess that had been made of his ass, but couldn't yet discern any pattern or mark in the raw burnt fur of the circular wound.

The horse stooped down to pick up the panties, shoving his sweaty equine buns and anus right against the confused and flustered tiger's face to get a good sniff of his domineering powerful musk. A few more taunting wiggles of wrinkled ponut smothered into his delicate whiskered nose and fluffy cheeks before standing back up to confront Softie with them as though shaming him for disobedience.

He thought he was going to be regagged at first, but that would've been too easy and convenient for him. "I know you're probably tired of taking horsedicks in that sad wreck of a hole you call a pussy, but how would you like to gobble down this meat?" The horse patted his tight plump sheathe with its not yet dropped cock, probably because fire and erections didn't mix. At first he thought it was professional conduct, but the way the intense heat radiated from the roasting brazier, he doubted it.

The stud was waiting for an answer, Softie finally realized. For the first time he could speak for himself and had forgotten the fact! The horse was jittering around impatiently for a response, not seeming to give him much time to think about it and decide. Maybe he'd have a chance to bite the draft's dick and take some measure of revenge for all the torture and humiliation. But no: "If yer thinking what I suspect, I'll make you into a tiger steer with this," and then brandished a wicked long Bowie knife with a razor's edge and a few lingering specks of dried blood stuck in the deep grooves of a deer antler handle.

So even before he decided on a course of vengeance, it had already been rebuffed as a terrible idea to pursue. He'd suck that stallion sausage off only to save his rear some torment so it could recover from the rapeful gauntlet of horsedicks. "I want to suck it." At least, trying to save his wrecked rump was the intention, but it didn't work out that way thanks to a stallion's ingenious sense of cruelty.

With his choice made, he was surprised and felt like a fool yet again as the cowhorse dropped proudly, glistening wet marepussy-smelling cock on display for all to see, not even fully hard and yet vibrant in sparkling glory. "Good choice, slut, but I noticed your other end might feel neglected and jealous for a delicious spire of meat." He gave a sharp whistle and there was the veterinarian all naked and ready to make a house call. He whined out and struggled even more, not wanting to take horsecocks from both ends like a slutty tug o' war. The only good thing was that the massive drafter dick wouldn't be going up an already achingly wrecked feline asspussy. Small comfort in the face of humongous merciless dicks.

The larger seemingly more desirable equine was shaking that thing around haphazard through the air to stiffen it like his immaculately careful partner behind. If he had any problems with impotence, it was a shock to Softie. Maybe he was having problems because he was unapologetically straight and the tiger didn't have any of those helpful mare scent cues left in his body after all those bouts of vigorous fucking.

After a few more failed attempts at getting it up, he simply lost all patience and shoved the whole soft hot spongy formless thing down his throat like a salty noodle, the squirmy stale marecum tasting mass already choking off his airway even when it wasn't completely filled out and bloated.

While he suffocated on flaccid dick and uncircumcised horsey foreskin, there was an unmistakable sensation going on behind as something small tickled its way easily through his anal gape as some kind of nozzle entered him. "You need some help over there? Equine impotence is a very serious hindrance to job performance. Maybe you shoulda kept it in your pants instead of double bedding those ambitious lesbianic fillies." The vet was all humor and smiles, but the undertone of his friend's failures was deadly serious.

The cowhorse shrugged off the threat, wiping sweat off his forelock beneath the hat as he humped his formless phallus at the tiger with little success. "Wha kin ye do fer me? Yer a vet. Wha, got some kinda magical pills to make dicks harden?" His tone was dismissive and jeering, his frustration growing as he just couldn't facefuck the tiger properly.

The good doctor finished squirting four ounces of some kind of hyper lube into Softie's rear, shrugging as he went back to his cubicle to search through a canvas bag and return with some kind of foil and plastic wrapped finger-sized thing with one pointy end like a bullet. It looked to be made out of some kind of white paraffin candle wax. "I have this for the feral bulls. Does a fair charm for their semen collections as they get up in age." That final word was meant to be a jab at the cowhorse, the rustic steed in chaps grunting threateningly to show he got the hint.

Even for a horse, the pill seemed too big to swallow easily, but how did the vet possibly expect to get an angry penned up bull to sw-ohhh! "Nice, I guess, but how do I get that down without choking?" It was amusing to see that with as much horse sense the cowboy had, he still lacked for some imagination. The vet chuckled at his comrades' ignorance, tearing open the package and ignoring the tiger's juicy outthrust leaking butt to savor this moment of retaliation.

Even as he got in the right position to treat the impotent equine, the cowhorse was still dumb and oblivious as to his intentions. "Oh, sweety, that's the beauty of this sleek pointed design. You think I ever risked getting bit by ornery cows when I could just use an opening that had no teeth for the job?" The draft had no warning what the vet was going to do, and couldn't respond fast enough with his cock so deeply buried down a tiger's gagging throat.

Softie watched in an awe of smug satisfaction as the vet effortlessly lifted the draught's short brushy tail and shoved the milky rocket up his pucker with a slurp, following it with a jab of a thumb inside to make sure it had properly cleared the sphincter and wouldn't slip back out. "We call these things suppositories, but if you prefer, 'butt pills'." The insecurely masculine horse tried to push it back out by bearing down, but got a distracting smack on his flank. "Quit that, you big baby. It has to melt inside before you can throatfuck the kitty." The warning was all it took to remind the bigger stallion that he certainly needed the help.

He only let it stay in to keep his job, but Softie had no doubt he'd take some taunting later on for being so shy about his tailhole being poked. "How-kind of you!" It was obvious the cowhorse's sentiment was meant to be ironic, though the doctor's own chaste innocent expression made the situation more comical. It was all likely to be one of those kindnesses that wouldn't be mentioned or repeated.

Whatever the ass-shy drafter thought of the suppository, at least it was doing its work miraculously well for something meant for a different species: even Softie could feel its effectiveness as the wet oozing tube of stallion sausage ballooned up appreciably in his throat in its amazing rigid yet boneless way. Despite no longer being flaccid, the thickening flesh still had enough squishiness to it to keep him from asphyxiating.

His throat bulged with an obscene flapping bulge as the wide shaft worked its way up and down his neck. Softie found himself gargling and choking the massive thing down like a hard lumpy meal as the textured bumps of veins throbbed and tickled their way along his delicate black lips.

Most of the pre ended up directly deposited into his belly, but sometimes he got scant tastes of the delicious horse honey that flowed freely out of the bulging equine hose. Some of the sticky slippery stuff fell away from his lips down his chin, but not much was wasted overall.

He could almost pass out in a blissful relaxed sleep from the hypnotic rhythm of greased leaky horsecock sliding around his throat almost like a massage. The tiger was about to let himself fall into an oblivion of sexual peace, but the veterinarian was sneaking up behind and the naughty beast was up to no good. The tiger was stirred out of his peace by a hot breath tingling against his gaping slimy pucker. Just as he was wrenching what limited head movement he could towards the odd presence behind, a powerful shiver worked down his spine and long tail while a moan worked its way up his plugged throat and vibrated along the trapped horsecock with a lusty purr.

There was a lengthy thick hot tongue slapping wetly against the insides of his rear like a vigorous tentacle flapping about. The velvety lips and short soft fuzz on the equine muzzle tickling along the soft-skinned region between his spread defenseless buns was just a nice bonus. There must've been almost ten inches of tongue thrusting up into his hole if not more. As sore as he was, Softie was grateful for a more manageable level of stuffing than simply riding the doc's dick.

He melted against the passionate slurps of a horse eating out his ass, impressed by the skill and attention to his body's reactions. Obviously, unlike the drafter, the vet was quite unashamedly gay or bi and very talented in the wide range of anal arts. For his part, Softie's little ass seemed to wiggle and clench on the horse's face with an odd uncontrollable enthusiasm he never knew was inside him.

Before he knew it, the tongue-lashing was intensified by muscular hands on his hips to help fuck him deeper on the muzzle, a finger or two wrapped all the way around his waist to tickle and tease the delicate soft barbs on his hard conical cat cock. Having his feline barbs played with alone wasn't enough to make him cum, but it was certainly enough to garner his attention.

Sometimes it was thrusting, and other times it was a wide hard round robin rimming all around the tight flexing seal of his anus to relax the opening and get it to open further out of its state of shyness, some slurps catching the inner rim and pulling it out in imitation of that classic anal fingering technique often employed by bigger hung furs to prepare tiny asses for big black dicks. Softie realized the licking was a mere sweet gesture to prepare him for a another eagerly awaiting part of equine anatomy.

Aware that it was just a formality of foreplay, he relaxed and let it happen, trying to enjoy the enthusiastic slurping before something thicker followed. In the meantime, he enjoyed the wet meaty slaps of throbbing heavy balls against his chin as the cowhorse facefucked him with increasing force and vigor. Even some soft fuzzy bellyfur tickled against his pert black button nose as he was hilted and his stomach was straining to hold the blunt pounding horsecock.

Before long a hot musky warmth quickly spread along his esophagus as the pulsing cock within gradually pulled out to let him feel and taste the slimy cum trail as it vacated. By the time it had begun to deflate and lose its form, working its shriveling self back into the plump luscious sheathe like a tempting folded up satin love button yet again. The tiger was surprised to see the cowhorse go off somewhere else, but it wasn't as if he could continue to do an adequate job after his lust had been so well spent down the cat's throat.

While the one big critter ran off to his own tasks, the vet was in no rush to finish slurping and serving what must have been a very tasty butt. Softie had yet to stop blushing either, the lewd noises coming from behind were quite enough on their own to make him shy, much less the heated passionate sensations attacking his pussy with pleasant bliss.

A few moments he was convinced his hole was blossoming outwards, but that was surely a deception. Once or twice, it almost felt as if he could orgasm from such rough intense contact, but not quite there yet. All the same, his cock seemed to jump from the naughty touch even if it was as useless between his bound legs as ever. Horses, with all their impatience and breeding prowess, also tended to embody a certain mischief by sticking their muzzles in places they didn't necessarily belong.

Just as he was enjoying and growing used to the rude sloppy intrusion into his butt, the licking ceased with an unexpected draft that quickly worked to chill his nethers. He didn't stay cold back there for long, as thick slimy digits wormed their way into his ass and spread around what he already knew to be some kind of thick viscous anal grease that wouldn't easily dry out. Perhaps Vaseline, although he knew from firsthand experience how hard it was to wash petroleum jelly out of fur and off a horsecock.

When he noticed that nothing was dribbling out, it quickly confirmed for him that he'd been lubed with some kind of oily Vaseline or at least an equivalent substance. With a generous smear that made the wide tip of his meat glossy like a plastic shell, he was ready for round two with kitty butt just as soon as he'd planted the blunt leaky end up against Softie's eagerly awaiting fuzzbutt gape.

What was funny about the situation, or more pathetic to some, was that his ass was already starting to tighten up and recover from its abuse, making the vet's return checkup just a bit more difficult than one might initially assume. He was winking and needing the stuffing just as much as ever, but his tail wanted to relapse to its more virginal level without his permission.

What could rebuild could be rebroken, and the haughty horse was certainly doing that by putting some horsepower behind his unyielding pole, his cock almost bending in half in times as he pushed his dick against the snug resisting entrance with muscular thighs as a firm paw tried to keep the flexible shaft straight. Along with the slow lean of the pushing force of the equine's lower half, his buttocks were also wrinkling and the skin growing taut in pinched lines as the stallion put more of his strength into breaking the feline's backdoor wide open once again like a horsey battering ram.

Softie was gagging and spitting up some of the hefty deposit of cum just as it began to bubble and ferment in his belly, the acidic leftovers tainting his lips with a foamy milk-like residue he had to lick away as quickly as it frothed forth like studly beer suds. The fact it had only now started to bother him and burn up along his esophagus did not much surprise him, as it was kind of his first meal in a while. The only good thing about the nearly explosive reaction was that horsecum didn't trigger any lactose intolerance in him.

The tiger let out a long low moan that quickly became a shriek as something finally snapped free and sent the mushroom-topped head of horsecock careening into his body with unmoderated force like an unfeeling machine piston had been shoved into his barely yielding bowels to appear as a wiggling bulge just below his navel. The unexpected intrusion suddenly coming loose left him breathless despite the animalistic noises forced out from the shock of pain. The cock itself wasn't bad, it was the quick insertion combined with the commitment of power behind it. The vet, thankfully, held quite still with his bloated member stuffing the cat, allowing Softie's ass to get used to the sensation all over again before putting more style into it. It hurt for a while, maybe a few minutes, but the feline eventually adjusted and got over it as the sharp insertion slowly faded into a dull soreness like an anal toothache.

Only when he seemed to get over the initial raping thrust of being popped open, did the smart-assed horse make the professional assessment that the feline was ready for more, nudging his hips back and forth, slowly at first but gradually building up speed and length of thrusts until he was up to his whole length nearly emptying up to the tip at a pound a second or so. Whether Softie wanted some loving at this point was irrelevant; he just had to be thankful for the gradual pace and try to enjoy it as he was bred good and hard from behind, the horse's grip on his hips tightening with grunts of pleasurable blusters out of his wide nares like a steam engine with every rough shove of cock into the welcoming depths. Softie was getting into the routine, at least, finding his sea-legs for bestiary anal as it were.

Softie couldn't help but stare in awe and wonder as he bore witness to this new thicker toy that was being offered to him. Already, he'd had the pleasure of tasting it and feeling its overwhelming girth sliding along his tongue like a juicy snake. Now, his ass would get a taste of that stallion splendor whether he wanted it or not, thought after the vet had reawakened his needy nethers with a fucking and his own orgasm, he very much wanted to feel it stretching his bowel along its rigid unrelenting bulk like a hot equine fist.

The draft, though seeming slightly out of it with his peculiar expression, seemed to linger on the act and hesitate if only to savor the tiger's unease and helplessness. "You want this, bitch? Wanna take it without lube as I dry dog ya? Does that sound fun?" A great many crude questions followed by a lewd knowing chuckle, but the devious drafter smeared a generous glob of petroleum jelly all over his organ, all the same. Oily lubes were probably not the best for the sensitive skin of horsecocks and their sheathes, but it was certainly guaranteed to last for a- "This is going to be one helluva long session, bitch. And after I get done with you, there's a certain knot ready to jump in." Before Softie had time to think about that statement, slurp went the sloppy greased cockhead as it poked at his gaping hole and skipped around against his anus like a sissy slip n slide, never quite managing to enter the feline as its girth and his semi-virgin status wouldn't allow it entrance.

It almost felt as though someone were trying to shove a hot sticky fist into him while his hole seemed to somehow resist it despite the pleasant bumps encircling the equine's glans massaging around his rim like little soft knuckles twisting and grinding into his delicate tingling nether passage. There was a tremendous growing force behind the pushing sensation of hard drippy meat against his rump, and though he hiked his tail up a bit more while tensing up his spine, Softie was still too tight to let it in.

No matter how the horse tried, he just couldn't manage to keep his girthy tip from flopping around the tiger's rim, smearing musky lines of pre every which way it slimed about. It took a firm grip right around the glans to keep it stable enough to enter the not quite hungry kittybutt. From previous times fingering his rump, the feline imagined that the hairless wrinkled skin surrounding his pucker felt like a warm wet balloon as something the size of a flagpole nudged its way inside him at a ridiculous velocity once it cleared his winking opening. To feel it shoot forth suddenly, unexpectedly, took away his breath while it quickly filled out his passage with spongy flesh. "This can't be right. We've been working on you for hours, but you are still unbelievably tight. This ass requires special measures beyond the ability of any mere horse. After I finish, this slut needs to be sent down to the feral pens. No anthro will be good enough to prepare you for HIM." All the same, despite such a bleak anal prognosis, the draft did give it his best try in either case.

When he hilted the tiger all the way to the sheathe and Softie could feel those heavy horse nuggets smacking against his buttocks, it became obvious that the draft was correct about wasting his time with such a stubborn butt. He didn't take long in pounding the femboy rump before he splattered Softie's snug insides with sticky hot pony goo, the whole ramrod evacuating with haste and swinging limply between the stallion's legs to leak all over the floor and make a further mess of things for some other slut to clean up.

He didn't know what was in store for him, but the idea of having an animal with a massive cock taking away his virginity in one stab didn't sound particularly appealing, even if it was the only course of action left to this factory floor of perversion. The draft left his side long enough to pull a handle which switched the track's destination much like a train. Straight ahead was an uncertain finishing process, but that wasn't the direction he'd be going. The feline didn't have much time to recoup his anus from the previous assault and its leaking hot residue before the muscled rape beast pressed the button that would continue him on his way along the alternate room and towards the doom of his anus.

At first, as he rolled along with his drippy ass suspended in the air for just anyone to poke fun at, things seemed normal. It wasn't until he got a strong whiff of sour animal dung and musky fresh piss right before hitting an automatically opening door that he began to see what he was in for. Prior to his entrance, strong female hormones had been sprayed amidst the air like a humid estrous mist to arouse each of the denizens of the peculiar stable. The hormones were a cocktail mix of every female species imaginable to cover each of their bases and leave no cock unturned.

The gauntlet of animals went from hefty drafthorses, to a rhino, to an elephant, and finally some impressive line of knotted royal dragons of some breed or other. And in front of each enclosure was a mounting pad with a nifty hole beneath perfectly aligned with whatever poor victim rode the track. Whoever had measured and calculated this mess to make it fully automated without intervention must've been a sadist. Each of those unsympathetic animals would be spending their lust in his ass without any thought, and judging by the smell of their musk, they hadn't had a bitch to breed for a proper long time. The latter, he realized, just might make them a bit more mean and savage in their fucking.

As they seemed conditioned to react to the movement of the track and the unexpected rain of hormones from the ceiling, the ferals were already mounting their respective breeding pads and thrusting wayward drippy cocks through the offered holes. Very soon, each of them would be rewarded for their patience as Softie was forced to be the sperm receptacle to each cock and pair of balls. Although he was grateful for the overhanging supports to hold up their massive weight so he didn't have to worry about it, already seeing those cocks beginning to harden to breathtaking sizes and proportions as they slapped against bellies or quested around like hungry tentacles already began to worry him.

They started him off with something simple; a Clydesdale with bulging muscles and elegant fluffy fur on his feet like the rest of the draught parade breeds. From their acute closeness, the Clyde already knew he was going to get the first poke, sniffing the air with tosses of his maned head as nostrils opened up to inhale the female smells concoction deep into his nose. Softie let out a nervous squeak, trying to wiggle free, but only managing to spurt more gushes of the anthro draft's cum every which way even as his ass was carefully lined up with the underside of the pad until his helpless hole was nearly pushed up against the drafty hole; almost perfectly lined up for the fucking. As he waited for the first thrust, he wondered what it would feel like to be raped by something that had no mercy and didn't hold back from harm with unyielding sexuality.

Just as he was cringing and nervous while expecting the first unmoderated thrust of brutish horsemeat, an unexpected sensation greeted him as the stud sniffed at his offered hole and then began licking at it, slurping at his oozing mess of seed as it quested deeper within him, the tongue wrapped in gusts of warm breath and sniffs almost like a whispering blanket. Two inches: there had to be at least two inches of horse tongue wiggling around inside his butt if not more, causing tingles to twist down his spine like flickers of sensation while he purred contentedly and seemingly melted in the curious equine's busy mouth.

Then, after a minute or so of ceaseless slimy bliss, the pleasure withdrew with a hasty pause. Before he had time to wake his drowsy thoughts of bliss from the analingus session, a great weight dropped down on him and it was only the half-shell of a phantom mare that kept the stallion from crushing the life out of him. Sharp bony hooves crashed down, scraping around the dense hardened plastic sides for purchase as he heard the soft fur the equine's chest and belly scraping along the smooth textureless plastic almost like a dance of sands or a delicate rain on a tarp.

He couldn't look back, as he'd been shrouded by a shell of plastic and every detail of the big horse was obscured in darkness, but the growing heat behind was a good indication that the equine was right up against the hole trying to shove something in there. Amongst scrabbling hooves was the battering noise of his cock smacking wetly against the rear of the phantom as he tried to hit the mark. It may have been a decently wide hole, but even a horse seemed to have trouble threading such a blunt thick length cleanly through.

Softie meeped and squirmed as he felt the horse finally poke through the hole, hot juicy cock slithering its way around on his slick plush fur as it tried to line up with the second hole. After a few experimental thrusts down between his legs and the underside of his own cock, the studly breeder managed to angle his tip a bit higher than before, poking at the tigerfox's gasping asscunt with ease. The feline let out a harsh growl as all of that blunt hot horse did its best to push through the wrinkled folds of his anus without any success. Anthro horses had thinner cocks and anal stretching implements to work with, while the ferals had much bigger dicks and had to use brute force to get the job done.

He couldn't see what was trying to stab its way into his innards, but it felt as thick and flat as a good sized pancake. Pain flashed behind his eyelids once the monstrosity of member finally found its way inside him, easily pushing aside all obstacles and twists of his colon with the raw power of muscled thighs shoving without any trace of gentleness. It felt like lightning had suddenly shot in his ass, followed by the protesting burn of soreness when his bowels couldn't take the sudden stretching and wanted the pushy intruder gone.

Before long, the whole two or so feet had crashed deeply up his hole, causing his sore loosened pucker to quiver in angst against it as Softie trembled violently. It was easily the biggest thing he'd ever had in him so far, and made him think that he might actually begin coming apart at the seams from around it even as gushes of pre began squirting out of his fluttering anus like cane syrup, splattering all over the straw of the horse's stall floor and his own delicate striped legs. For the first time in his life, he was left breathless as a cock vacated his bowel, but that was only because the big guy had somehow managed to flare his glans in the tiger hybrid and had it scrape along his delicate intestines like a squeegee.

Just as it was about to peek from his anus, it stopped, and shoved right back in for round two as hard as the beefy stallion was able. Softie had only half a second to will his body to relax for the continuing equine assault before his ass was quickly turned into a cavernous opening as wide vicious horsecocks seemed to hollow him out like a shovel. The only thing that made this turn of events bearable was the flood of pre to accompany the horsey rape, otherwise, it might not even be survivable with the speed and brutality at which the stallion was going at it while assuming he could go as hard and fast as he would with any normal mare or collection device.

The fact that his current conquest didn't feel like either of those vaginas the stud was normally used to probably didn't enter into his silly horny head. Softie rode it out, rocking in his bonds like a cock-powered swing set, only because he simply had no choice in the matter. He almost bit his lip as the flared cockhead tried to pull out of his anus like a stubborn humongous wolf knot, but didn't quite make it as it went back into his squishy depths for seconds. Although he wasn't gagged, his nervous screams and groans wouldn't be heard amongst the loud cries of the animals. Just as he wondered how long the rape could go on for, the stallion suddenly hilted him and the tiger felt a spreading heat in his belly that made his innards queasy with fullness: the cum was quite rich and thick, not to mention very hot. For the longest of moments, Softie stayed impaled as the horse basked in the bliss of his orgasm, collapsed on the fake mare as his cock ever slowly deflated and withdrew until it squirted out of the tiger's ruined ass with a loud popping spurt of cum flying out in every direction like a bomb blast.

While the stud would have a chance to rest, dismounting and drinking water from his trough even as cum still leaked from his well satiated sheathe, the same opportunity would not be afforded the tiger as the massive weight being released from the mounting shell acted as an automated switch to inform the assembly line when to continue its process. This time, Softie had a much greater reason to panic as the overhead track brought him close to an elephant's enclosure; the packing pachyderm already fully erect from hearing and smelling the excitement going on in the one stall over and waving it around like a blunt leaky tentacle. Softie had to stare at it for a long time in awe, as it was definitely bigger than any horse, not to mention definitely more flexible than any species he'd played with before. True, he had an elephant fingering his shy pucker on the way over to the factory, but no anthros could ever compete with their feral counterparts; it was a pale comparison at best.

He shuddered nervously even as the track stopped him beneath a much larger metal reinforced breeding mount, the rounded shell scuffed all to hell with scrapes from grinding elephant bull tusks as he savagely got the job done with greater force and cruelty than one lone tiger could imagine. The fact they could fell trees by pushing up against them did not bode well for Softie's virginity: once that cock was inside him, it would have about as much chance of staying tight as a tree had being upright against such a storm of angry muscle.

Unfamiliar with African elephant courtship, he was very much surprised as something thick wiggled its way into his hole to suck all the remaining horsecum out, followed by the big beast using his trunk to spray it into the air and all over his face like sticky horse streamers. It was humiliating, but he suspected the purpose behind it was jealousy; to clean his hole out for a true challenge. Softie didn't know what to expect, only that his ass would be challenged in new and terrifying ways than before. It was a strange moment of perplexity where he couldn't decide if he was more excited or afraid of having the thick-skinned animal rape him so thoroughly.

Once all of the cum had been so rudely vacuumed out and sprayed all over him, the flexible trunk wormed its way into his hole again, much further and deeper than before. The tiger-fox suspected the reason behind this was to see how dirty he was down there and if he were constipated or not. Elephants, for some odd reason, paid particular attention to the bowel health of others. He couldn't understand it, but at least it was performing another unexpected function by stretching him out for something just as flexible and even bigger than that naughty nose.

It made him a bit sick and queasy, thinking about how it slithered around in his insides while straightening them out along the way like some kind of stubborn wrinkled tentacle. At times when the wiggling nose seemed to get stuck and jammed, it simply blew air into his intestines and made Softie feel like a slut balloon. It wasn't comfortable to get inflated like that, but it served the function well enough for the squirmy thing to probe a little deeper than before. There was soon a point where the elephant was even deeper than the horses before him had managed to explore.

Amidst a storm of sloppy bubbling little farts from the injected air being forced out the other air, the big pachyderm continued working on him as far as he could, his blunted tusks scraping along the fucking hole and the feline's tail like polished shafts of wood. When the humongous feral deemed the work done to his satisfaction, his cum-stained hose of nose left the tigerboi's ass with a loud popping slurp amidst slick popping noises as each ribbed wrinkly muscled inch snapped free of his ass like so many giant anal beads in fast forward. The pleasure of it leaving him like that, with the amount of texture and girth, was such an overload of his anal senses that Softie nearly found himself orgasming all over the ground again. It took all his will not to cum, but the next stage of the mating would not be so easy to resist.

It felt like an earthquake when two tons of horny elephant crashed down atop the big phantom support, wide flat cushioned feet scrabbling at the sides while wrinkled tough hide on his chest slithering along the shiny black plastic like a giant roll of snakeskin slithering along a sandy desert. It was good the breeding mount was so well reinforced, as he would probably be a sissy pancake about now. Even as he was getting used to the heavy intimidating weight above him and the lustful trumpet that followed the loud thumping on the plastic, he couldn't get used to the noise of a cock the size of a slime-coated telephone pole trying to find the right hole as it battered and slapped itself around in growing frustration. And, Softie knew very well, frustrated animals fucked all the harder once they finally got it in, as if for them the only way to process that fury was to fuck something below them with needful savagery.

Despite being afraid of the power and force behind those impressively muscled hips and the amazing musculature contorting that cock around like it had a mind of its own, Softie had the presence of mind to be at least a little impressed by it. Just as he wondered if he'd ever be fucked, the wide serpent of snaking cock finally found its way into the barely adequately sized hole meant for it, gushing with what felt like gallons of hot pre as its slimy tip squirted high velocity spurts of the lubricating fluid all over Softie's rump like a garden hose hooked up to a bubbling Jacuzzi. At first he had to recoil from the unexpected body heat lingering within the pre, as the thick hide of the trunk didn't do an adequate job of letting him sample the elephant's boiling body temperature due to its wrinkled insulated nature. The pre and the cock hotdogging its way between his buttocks and legs trying to find his tailhole, however, were nearly as hot as coffee in the tiger's opinion, so they took some getting used to. And, if the elephant were this much of a hot fuck, how much worse could the fire-breathing lizard down the line be?

He felt himself spasming and crying out with an involuntary convulsion with his body as the wide rounded elephantine tip found his entrance and gave him a sampling enema of what felt like a gallon of boiling pre right down his gaping hole. It didn't hurt so much, it was just a much greater heat than he ever expected down there. He wouldn't cook from the inside out, it was just really uncomfortable; his body rejected the odd gift almost immediately with a bursting waterfall of the thick nectar all over the straw-littered floor and the pachyderm phallus continuing to slap and pat his bottom as though to reassure the elephant that the hole was still there waiting for him.

Softie cringed as the next squirt of the pre juices flooded his bowel, but was able to keep them in his snug body this time, knowing he'd need as much lube as he could get down there to cushion the blow of a dick thick as a monorail. A few more slippery sliding checks through his crack, and the giant floppy-eared bull was satisfied enough to go on with his work. It wasn't the right angle to mate, so the pachyderm was likely confused; his cock used to taking a U-turn straight through his mate's legs and going up vertically into her cunt.

For most furs who were used to having horizontal sex when in the natural presenting position, it must've always been a confusing aspect for the elephant, who even slipped his impressive length down between Softie's thighs to caress around his erect barbed cock looking for the opening that would be there if he were dealing with his proper mate. Granted, the tiger was sure the big beast was intelligent to mate with other species' holes in a pinch, but it probably never hurt to check if he had been paired with the proper counterpart, first. In which case, he wasn't, and the elephant probably remembered where to check for the next hole that needed attention.

Softie could only gasp out with a stunted mew of surprise as he felt the member pushing firmly against his gape trying to enter, the width of the glans felt like an entire farm grain silo trying to force its way up his ass all at once. He bit his lip to deflect some of the soreness and ache this presented him with, but it was better to engage such large foreign objects with the numbing effect that masturbation could give. Fapping while taking a big toy really helped, because it was like an opiate to deflect some of the pain splitting his ass wide open. Unfortunately, he was too tied up to give himself that sort of relief as the giant broad ramrod drilled against his resisting hole almost like a drill, shoveling out his outer anus to make the hole bigger with frantic digging motions. What surprised him most was that the crude pulling actually worked, even if it made the discomfort blossom out to new nearly unbearable levels: it felt like his ass could fall apart and prolapse at any second from all of that mateship mining.

Once it had loosened him up and cleared the tight ring of muscle, there was nothing else that could stop the elephantine length from surging into his sacred depths with a speed and ferocity matched only by a jackhammer. He trembled as the previous filling of lube seemed inadequate for the task and the member still staggered and jerked its way through his depths as his far too snug innards clung too strongly to the squirming shaft every inch of the way. Eventually, he'd get hollowed and smoothed out to the point that the cock could glide in and out of him normally like any other phallus or dildo, but at the moment, his insides were too tight to let it get through him very quick. Just as he felt his bowel get slowly scooped out of the way of the prehensile penis like his ass were being turned into a ditch, Softie wondered if an elephant of this size and unyielding firmness could stretch him out to where a dragon could fit. And on top of that, if this was what was required to spread his asshole wide open for his mate, how large was the wolf in his other form!? It seemed almost ridiculous to go through such over the top efforts just for one wolf, but he suspected that Shin was no ordinary lupine of ordinary girth; the knot must be the size of a basketball!

He tried to brace himself against the savagery of such ravishing, but there was nothing to hold onto, as even the weight of his own body seemed to hold him in place for the intense pounding as the pace gradually quickened. It almost seemed like someone with their paw on the dial of a sex machine slowly putting on the pressure, but was actually his ass loosening accordingly to the thrusts even as his hole was almost sucked outwards by the unexpected vacuum formed by the snug seal of his rump, but this too would quickly pass. The only thing the elephant couldn't do at this point was cum quickly enough to get it over with, as no matter how fast he took that meat pounding, the big mammal had stamina and insensitivity issues down there to contend with. It could also be the fact that a feline rump stretched around impossible dimensions was probably not the best outlet for the creature's wild lust.

When the many horses fucked him, he was no little bit sore, but they were more or less a size he was used to, even in their larger more hung varieties. Elephants and dragons, though, were the big leagues of anal sex as far as he was concerned. His hole was burning and protesting the entire time it had been stuffed by the sliding twisting length buried within, aching and trying to reject its firm invasion with every inch gained. Softie had reached the point where his hole was full of heat and trying to cave in on itself, based on previous experiences, this was the sensation where he'd be walking funny for a few days until his insides healed and plasticized themselves to adapt for the next anal excursion.

This time, he didn't even need to squeeze his butt down on the humongous breeding tool, as his body was subconsciously doing that on its own out of pain and urgency to be rid of it as soon as possible. He wasn't surprised to feel the stirrings of orgasm starting in the other male, likely the increased pressure of his abused anal walls adding to the further pleasure of the pachyderm to speed this show up. Even when he knew it was coming, the force of the orgasm combined with the loud trumpet of victory spouting free from a flourishing trunk was still a surprise to him. Softie thought he was used to elephantine body heat, but he was wrong as strong fire hose jets of near boiling cum splattered against his bowels like so much thick creamy yogurt, the custard thick mix of pachyderm batter now dribbling free of his nervously flexing buns as his belly inflated outward like a sloshing watermelon. For now, Softie's rotund condition was determined by the big throbbing cock still buried in his spongy asshole and delivering the goods one high-powered blast at a time, the tigerfox actually being able to feel each pulse of the urethra as the massive internal testes emptied of their precious cargo.

He thought he was ruined by now that no other male could want sloppy seconds after what the gigantic African critter had done to him, but he was very wrong. The feral dragon was held in bondage that kept his muzzle and wings tucked away from allowing him to be mean or escape, but it was otherwise a dangerous predator put in amongst a bunch of mild herbivores. He was smelling the air with tight sapphire pebbled nostrils, flicking out a ruby red forked tongue with saliva that Softie could even smell from where he was on the line to catch the hint of sulfur and burnt cinders. Firebreathing, too, and he doubted the humongous wyrm had been properly neutralized in that department. The tiger hoped that he wouldn't anger the scaled beast and have it turn him into kitten nuggets.

There wasn't much time to be worried about it before the elephant grunted and dismounted the plastic frame, signaling that Softie should be taken to be bred by the next beast, his ass popping free of semi-flaccid elephant cock just as he went on his way and was left gaping and dribbling all over the straw with that viscous jellied cum that almost felt like melted mozzarella cheese. The dragon had been watching the elephant work him over with some interest, something impressive, barbed, and knotted even popping wetly from his genital slit like a bright red shiny dogcock magnified and covered in fluttering spines. He wondered how that would feel and how much he'd like it, but the inevitable would happen and he'd have no choice, anyway. Once the feline slid into place beneath the very much reinforced blue-painted tungsten steel breeding mount with a gloryhole in the rear that he could fit his whole body through, Softie knew he was fucked. Other cocks made him feel like a slutty sock puppet, this one would make him feel like he was a kitty condom.

His day was not yet over, and he already felt sore with overuse and wanted everything to end. The tiger would pale if he knew what process was next planned for him outside of these artificial rural country walls. There was little chance to react, Softie looking up just as the scaled monster scampered up on the platform, his unblunted claws scratching curly ribbons of metal out of the sides like confetti. It was scary to think about what those nails would do to him if the mount weren't there to take the brunt of the abuse, giving him cause to suspect that dragon hide was tough enough to resist such sharp implements during coitus.

As the scalie's lust quickened, his powerful spiked tail whipped about and cracked against the reinforced wood walls, briefly getting it stuck and having to get himself loose with a vigorous wiggle of his rump to twist it free. Again, Softie didn't need to look closely to notice the depth of those stabbing marks left behind. The dragon was pissed from his captivity, and it seemed the only thing that could lull the beast back into some peaceful state was by offering up a sacrifice. Contrary to his assumption that elephantine sloppy seconds would turn the dragon away, the cum acted as a spice to entice the scaled creature to want to mount even more. Perhaps it was all of these aromatic mammal hormone wafting through the air that built up the pulse of excitement, as the scalie was far too horny to even give Softie's rump any lip service like all the rest of the males.

Foreplay or no, the result ended the same way as he felt the intense dripping warmth of a draconic spear nudging its way through the metal gloryhole, the giant plump cone of a dick wagging every which way inside the dark abscess beneath, thundering loins struggled to find the proper target of his desires. Even when they connected in one painful moment of force, the tiger was still far too semi-virginal to be a dragon's bride. It would take some doing to satisfy those needful scale-pebbled loins, but the monster would find a way and make a bitch of him before he knew it. There was only a slimy tip in him so far, perhaps an impossibly broad four inches wide that gradually expanded into a five inch girthy shaft and eight inches of smooth textureless veiny knot coming out of an otherwise featureless slit between the slender yet deceptively strong legs.

The dragon had claimed his hole, the only thing left to the reptile to do was to keep poking at Softie's stretched cunt until it was finally forced to accept the whole shaft, one sore gradual inch thrusting in and out at a time to widen him out for the next inevitable battering assault. The duration and what had been shoved inside his womb so far were quite deceptive to his senses, as Softie didn't know anything except for the slowly growing burn and itch in his nethers as the knot bumped up against his taut anus trying to shove its way in with unmoderated force and had no success. It was strange to believe that he was at the stage in his anal escapade where force alone would not win the day, that his anus had to loosen up just a bit more while his pelvis seemed to struggle widening out for the intruder moving in and out trying to batter everything out of the way of the incoming knot. When it came to being tied to something that big, Softie wasn't afraid of taking it, he was more afraid of the dragon losing patience and tearing it out before it properly deflated for the thirty or so minutes that mating cool down took. His stomach seemed to fall and do somersaults the more he thought of that sort of impatient violation.

Above, the distinct noises of grunts and hissing got his attention, hinting Softie into the final inevitable push into the soft unyielding destination. Knowing what was coming, he braced his tiny body as something impossibly broad and hot forced its way into him, his anus creaking in protest as it was pushed aside and the muscles popped to make a grudging path for it. Once on the other side, the knot found itself seated and stuck in place, locking the both of them together in the most intimate of sexual embrace.

Softie whined out with a fussy wag of his rump, but it proved too late for that as the dragon spear had buried itself in him fully and his aching anus kept it from going anywhere. Combine that with the vacuum from all of the suddenly displaced air, and he already knew that it wasn't going to be coming back out under his own power. Behind the massive melon of a knot, there was about a foot of clearance between to toy with and do some serious humping.

The pounding jarred him mercilessly as he struggled to weather the storm of dragondick, his innards groaning in protest and trying to push it back out in vain if it weren't for the knot. There was one other aspect of the sex that the tiger didn't originally take into account. So intimidated by the display of drippy dragon, he had neglected to remember that a creature of such pronounced size might also have some very equally sizeable testes to pump him full of hot cream. With the neat seal created by the plug, the gushes of seed weren't going to go anywhere, and he could almost imagine the floods of cum spraying out of his nose and ears.

It was too late for such worries as the dragon found himself deeply seated in the compliant butt and was hissing with tongue flicks of contentment even as he got down to business pounding that helpless butt. To feel the gigantic cock and knot sliding along his passage with such fierce violating abandon, it almost seemed like his hole had been turned into a subway tunnel and a train was passing back and forth at a full ramming speed. Instead of slowing down after the first few reckless nudges, the pace actually increased to an unbearable feverish speed that left his mind in a confused blur.

Here he was being fucked by something harder and bigger than he'd ever felt thus far, and it wasn't even as enjoyable as he first expected or fantasized it would be like. It was just some kind of humongous disconnect that the dream didn't match the reality. Even the horsecocks and the elephant weren't that bad, as everything had been done very gradually and carefully. In this case, he'd been dropped in the deep end of the pool and expected to learn how to swim on the fly, as there were no animals in size or girth that compared to this scaly monstrosity nor could ease him gradually into it. Softie was truly boned and he knew it.

The jackhammering in his butt from the motion of the knot bobbing around back and forth seemed to bend the rules of time, the pounding seemingly went on forever before the dragon considered himself satisfied and let out with a smoky gout of flame from scaly nares as the wyrm let out an unnatural trumpeting roar to his explosive release of cum that left the feline's bowels almost burning with the unbelievably hot cum. He had to assume it was safe to take such a high temperature from the outpouring of copious seed, as the dragon wouldn't be here to wreck sissy asses otherwise. With his work, the giant lizard leaned back with a scrabbling of talons and tried to pull his cock out from the once welcoming orifice. Softie wanted to beg the dragon to keep his throbbing hot knot in place where it was despite the gallons of boiling spoo stuffing up his bowels like napalm jelly, but the impatient monster wasn't going to have it.

Softie cried out loudly in a mix of intense pain and shame as something popped loudly from his ass like a slimy cannonball, leaving him to gush with an unexpected ruination for his hole that wasn't likely to satisfy any male smaller than a macro horse until his anus was given the chance to recover from the unwanted abuse and the ripping away of a knot nearly the size of a watermelon. The damage had been done, but was it enough for Shin in his primal feral form? There was only one way to find out as the whimpering tiger was brought out from the other end of the fake barn on the edge of tears even as hot cum that felted like melted wax fell free from his abused tailhole like molten silver.

He came to a station manned by the two mares, the duo strangely devoid of the naughty strapons that had made his not so enthusiastic acquaintance. This time he was released from his bindings, and given how much many dick jokes he'd been made the butt of, the feline was far too exhausted and sore to put up much of a fight as they strapped him into another piece of bondage furniture that he'd never seen before. Instead of a cross, it was a T turned upside-down. He got the purpose of it quickly enough as he was tied up facing the wood with his body up against it with his legs spread wide apart. When the T was spun upright and locked in the proper position, he was stuck upside-down, himself, ass helpless jutting straight up in the air for who knew what naughty abuses.

It took a moment for him to register that this was a more thorough anal measurement station than the one conducted by the veterinarian stallion. How lucky for him, he thought with grudging dismal acceptance of the grim situation of bondage he'd found himself in. Although he couldn't see what was going on behind him, restrained as he was, his hearing was just fine. The two mares were giggling at his wrecked gaping ass like immature Japanese schoolgirls while slapping on latex gloves for obvious sanitation reasons.

The gloves seemed a ridiculous measure of caution, given that his cavernous ass had been drilled into so deeply that there was no way a simple paw could do the opening any justice without reaching down to the shoulder. "So, this is the end result of what the Master Shin had in mind for his special order. Do you think anyone will be able to use this slut after that dragon got done with using this pathetic cowering asspussy?" The more dominant assertive black mare chuckled, running a finger around his wrecked rim before giving him a good sharp spank on one of his upthrust cheeks.

The white mare was still fiddling with her gloves, but even so seemed to have no interest in a hands on approach like her mischievous coworker. She didn't seem the type to get her pretty paws dirty with perky prissy posteriors. "I've seen Shin's dick on the information sheet. I don't think it matters if somefur else can use this ass, as that wolf strikes me as the type that doesn't want to share. All of this sex seems an inevitable formality to get the tiger's rump to an elasticity that he requires. Master's gotta have their work spaces, after all." If Softie peered his head around as best he could, he could get a tiny peripheral peek of what they were doing behind him, and what little he saw scared the hell out of him.

While the mare in shadow patted his cummy buttcheeks with exaggerated boredom, her snowy friend casually wheeled over some strange machine with one paw that looked like it belonged in an automotive maintenance garage, her other paw down the front of her panties playing with herself in a way that exaggerated lewdness with sloppy sucking sounds and copious drippings. "Well, here comes my favorite part. If this stubborn ass hasn't been wrecked irredeemably apart after all those animal cocks, it soon will be. The ASSimilator Deluxe will certainly see to that." He let out a nervous gasp as four lithe equine arms plunged down deep into his butt up to their shoulders, the quadruple-fisting mares kissing one another as they did the deed and wormed hands around testing his overall stretchiness from different angles.

They went about fumbling in his depths for what must've been an hour, making comparisons and taking mental notes over parts of his bowel that required a little bit of special attention to match the rest. It was a strange sorry state to be in, with two nearly naked sexy mares with sloppy panties working him over, though not in the way he intended. It was a humongous cocktease, at the least, as he'd been made too much of a subby pet by his humongously hung wolf master to be allowed to mount either of them. The fact he was a sissified bitch was probably very amusing to them, and he suspected that a lot of their naughty behavior was meant to further taunt his male impulses.

In fact, he knew he was being teased like a runt stallion unworthy of breeding when the black mare had removed one cum-crusted arm from the open well of his ass to peel off her undies and drop the horsecum and pussy juice soaked things on his face like a sodden blindfold, the cocktail of wild equine hormones driving him crazy with further arousal that had been pent up with no place to go. He couldn't imagine his dick being any harder than it already was, but the greater cruelty was that he'd be unable to stick it in anyplace except perhaps his own paw were he so fortunate.

As a sissy tiger cuckhold, the only thing he could enjoy was her pure unadulterated fragrance soaking into his fur like cold slime even as her arm quickly resumed its previous task and left Softie quivering on the edge of release as all of that stimulation managed to hit his prostate enough times, just not in any sensible pattern that his mind could lock onto with rapture. To milk a male through his ass, one needed steady pressure on the boi nut and a constant rhythmic grinding motion. This testing and teasing was neither of those things, and forever left him wanting with desperate bounces of his cock as he oozed random drips of pre into his mouth and onto his own face, but nothing more substantial. Even if he had to cum all over his own face, it would be well worth it after inhaling intoxicating marecunt juices for at least a half hour, now.

It was a slow agonizing process as they pushed and poked the walls of his bowel in every way imaginable, widening out his intestines with special attention paid to the secondary sphincter deeper up the colon. "You ready to wishbone 'im?" The ivory-furred gal giggled, prancing impatiently on her hooves as she awaited an answer with growing frantic eagerness, unable to do anything else with both arms firmly planted shoulder-deep down his butt. The tiger had no idea what they were talking about, but given the euphemism associated with the language, it probably didn't bode well for him. It didn't take long for the feline to discover for himself why he would vehemently oppose what they had planned up their sleeves aside from him.

He could see it in their stance, as they locked hooves on both sides of his bound body, and then he let out a squeal like a piggy as they played tug o' war with his anus, pulling his bowels in four different directions. It was a weird sensation, thought none too pleasant as it felt like the strong beefy mares were gonna rip him open with Amazonian equine strength and leave him split down the middle like a sobbing mess. Just when he thought he was going to pass out, the pressure relented momentarily, Softie taking a glance up at flopping naked breasts as each respective mare took a breather.

Then the whole process repeated over again, and he could see from their distance from his torso how far they'd manage to spread his ass apart before relentless pulling. As they widened him out, he could feel sucks of cold air vacuumed deep into his depths like icy daggers that caused a storm of cramps. When they'd gotten him as open as possible, four wet slurps followed as the mare's arms left his bum, the girls making a show of how gross they felt to have his juices all over their wrists, but not bothered enough to actually go wash it off. No, they had something else in mind as the black mare fiddled with the machine and got it into position leering like a condor just above his gaping hole, the giant spiraled silicone drill ready to go. "We did our best. If the ASSimilator doesn't open up this butt to the required expectations, nothing will." The machine had its own cart and plugged into an overhead socket hanging down from the ceiling. It looked like a mini oil drilling platform, except the spinning bit was much wider than normal for its scaled down model.

The tiger shivered nervously, wanting nothing to do with something so savage and cold. Horse fists and animal cocks were one thing, but this was a machine; it would have no mercy and never stop until its job was done, whatever that implied. His only comfort were the fragrant panties covering his nose and mouth with the heavenly wet heat scent of mare, making this horror a tiny bit more bearable. His ears flicked and he made a threatened hiss as the black mare flicked a switch that brought the mechanical monster to life, the pointed nose spinning at a high speed in a black shiny blur despite being ten inches thick at its widest point towards the base.

As the mere tip of it lowered into his gape, he got little more than a vibrating tickle, but all pleasantries ended from that point onward, as his whole body seemed to vibrate violently to the spinning bit inching its way into his crevice and bringing all of that burning soreness back to the fore yet again. The ASSimilator also had its own lubricationg system with pores that seemed to ooze oil right out of the silicone skin of the penetrator, but at the speed it was going, it didn't seem to help his comfort all that much.

The deeper it went down into his body, the more he felt he might get ripped in half from the shearing force from the rapid clockwise spinning. The fact he wasn't bleeding was itself a miracle, considering that the acclimating process of the factory had done its cumulative task almost entirely too well aside from the dragon at the end who seemed to be in an anal stretching league all by himself. By the time it had managed to enter him completely, the vibration was unbearable and had him feeling like he was living through the worst earthquake he'd ever known; the ground shaking beneath at a chaotic dizzying pace, to say nothing of the tearing speeds working through his butt like a violent jackhammer. He could barely hear anything above, but the mares were talking above him over the loud humming whine of the noise, and he could just barely make out what they were discussing: they wanted him to endure another fifteen minutes of this! He didn't understand why they'd become so drastic, but more likely than anything else, they'd run out of time for a proper job, and Shin was expected to pick up his prize very soon.

It wasn't difficult to figure out why they'd save this for last, as it would be very dangerous if he weren't already stretched and lubed by the cum of other helpful penetrators. At times, the speed was unbearable and left Softie shuddering side to side whenever the drill destabilized in its tracked housing momentarily. He briefly wondered how bad it would wreck his insides once it got done, worried that it might leave his anus completely open in such a way that he'd need to wear big buttplugs for the rest of his life to compensate.

While the automaton of ass went about its work, it was also emitting a feverish storm of beeps like a secret machine language as it took measurements of his walls with every corkscrewing second of intense deliberation. He wasn't just getting screwed, he was also getting measured, and the tiger didn't much like that notion at all. Being measured by a machine was ever more so dehumanizing than having the two mares do it. Now he truly felt like a helpless piece of meat on a slab being graded.

There were random moments where it tilted at an angle to apply further pressure to a specific part of his anus to loosen up the muscles even further. If he held his breath, he could feel the pressure of it vibrating against his diaphragm as it created an uncomfortable vacuum deeper within that set his bowels to fluttering like he'd been turned into a balloon. The torture, it had to end soon; he couldn't imagine going on for much longer before he passed out. The building soreness grew to such an intensity that it almost felt as if his ass was trying to expel a strong sneeze. He expelled something, certainly, a fountain of cum erupting from deeper within and being splashed around by the drill in every high speed direction imaginable like a weed whacker lopping a thicket of grass.

His delicate nose could smell the minglings of every species that had fucked him spurting out of his cavernous hole almost as if the machine had finally struck oil. The mares monitoring the situation weren't exactly pleased to have random splatters of stale cum all over their fur, but at least they had the sense to see that he'd had enough after his ass had violently rejected every last remnant of foreign maleness from his slender body. He was already blushing and refused to meet their grumpy stares as some semblance of apology, unable to do much else except gasp longingly in relief as the drilling platform was turned off and sloppily yanked from his catastrophically ruined hole like a giant rubber cork over one particularly naughty drain.

It was over, and for the first time since he'd stepped through those innocuous doors in the waiting room, he felt he could relax and feel safe. If only life were that simple, though. The mares wheeled the measuring device from hell away, but they didn't leave him all by his lonesome for long. Very shortly, they returned with the black equine carrying what looked like a child sized fursuit hung on a dry cleaner hangar and protective plastic drape. It was either a light brown or tan bear with a head that would barely fit over his face. He was still curious about its purpose until they approached closer with it and he could see the lewd opening in the crotch area where his bits and butt would be completely exposed, not to mention the wide stubby little pockets where they'd put his limbs. It was a fake teddy bear bitch suit. They were going to dress him up like some helpless ass-wrecked stuffed animal, he finally realized with horror.

Tied up as he was to the post, there wasn't anything he could do as they flipped the T back the way it belonged and untied his limp exhausted form from the bondage mount to get on with their naughty dressup. He struggled and fought against the saucy seductress equines, but all of that strenuous fucking had sapped pretty much all of his energy and left him unable to resist in any way aside from feeble thrashing like a slowly suffocating fish. They were much stronger than him, anyway, so if they had to, they could even marehandle him into it if he were feeling at his best. Yet, it was when he was at his most vulnerable that the enforced suiting drove the point home for his helpless state. Whether he wanted to or not, he was going to be a bear bitch, complete and snappy with a bow awaiting delivery to Were-Shin's exalted cock.

His limbs were so sore that they felt limp like jelly and weren't hard to shove folded up in their respective pockets, at all. The suit fit very snugly over him, the white mare zipping up the back where he couldn't reach even while the black mare carelessly stuffed his lengthy tail into the costume where it would be hidden from view, kinking it up and causing pain the whole while. It was perhaps the most debasing thing he could think of, as they worked together to lift his helpless wiggling form onto an awaiting wheeled cart. Almost immediately, he let out a whine as the cold metal touched against his cum-covered balls and sore asshole like a block of ice. Any further complaints after that were cut off as they stuck the bear head onto his shoulders and cinched the wide locking collar in place while ensuring the ring-gag in the fake bear head's muzzle made a proper fit in his mouth for further humiliation in the form of unwanted oral fixations, sealing the whole thing up by shoving the still slick panties into that convenient opening like a trash bin so that he'd have to taste one of the frustratingly sexy mares and stay hard all night with a boner he was now helpless to play with thanks to the padded elbow-length paws.

He didn't think it could possibly get any worse, but he was very wrong as he rattled side to side on the dolly as they pushed him towards the biggest indoor claw game he'd ever seen. Inside, it was full of regular giant plushies of varying species, and the retrieval claw itself was made up of three prongs of girthy flared horse dildos even bigger than he'd seen on any stallion, feral or anthro. They put him in there by unlocking a pyrex window in the side of the cabinet, securing it and leaving him all alone amongst the big fluffy multi-colored pile. If any fur happened to come by, they would easily be able to tell which of the plush's was alive due to his still rampant dribbly barbed erection.

Softie whined and wiggled about helplessly, unable to even topple over from his position from the way he'd been positioned on the soft plushies that were so well cushioned that they acted almost like marshmallows and wouldn't allow him to do much more than bounce a little like he were on a mattress. Unable to do anything else, he sat there and relaxed from his myriad of anal violations while awaiting whatever the tenants of the factory had in store for him. Surely, eventually, Shin would be on the claw machine and try to "win him", shoving one of those unwieldy cock prongs into his abused puffy butthole and lifting him over to the prize tray to be dropped all perfect and helpless like a convenient sex doll with SPH (strategically placed hole, ie inanimate plushes made specifically for fucking) for the wolf.

It was a long rumbling silence that he'd been left there amidst the echoing noises of the machines further in the background. He'd gotten into an uneasy nap by the time Shin arrived, smiling with bright yellow eyes as coolly as ever in his denim jean pants and white t with leather vest. The wolf said something, but Softie couldn't hear it through the thick glass, only the loud unexpected tapping against the hardened pyrex which he followed with a casual wave and a pointing with his claw upwards at the unwieldy dick crane. Softie didn't even need to look up to know what it was going to do to him once it got moving.

Once Shin gave his pet a long enough gap of time to appreciate his situation, the wolf flicked a strange glittering coin into the crane game's slot and started playing once the music began. Softie wiggled around in his teddy bitchsuit trying to avoid the grasping claws, squeaking into his gag just as one of the dildos nudged him in the cheek as it tried to nab him. After the first failure, the claw went back up into the ceiling, but it didn't stay there, as Shin worked the joystick until it was positioned at a different angle. This time, the rubber horsecocks grabbed around his middle, but because his fur and costume were too slick, they couldn't keep a good hold of him.

The lupine shrugged with a casual chuckle and tried for another go. This time, he used the claw to flip the bound tiger onto his belly with one deft nudge. Softie was stuck wiggling with his face full of plushy butt as his master laughed at his ridiculous embarrassing situation. He had trouble trying to understand why the wolf would push him down like this until he felt the hard blunt rubber descending on his small form and rubbing against his anus, trying to catch on his rim and yet not quite making it. Now that the wolf had the right angle, he kept on going, as it was only a matter of time before he won.

A few seconds after the first failure, the claw dropped on his back again, the dildo rubbing in his puffy pucker trying to get a good grip before the crane went back up without any luck. Instead of feeling disappointed, each failure only built up a greater determination in the lupine to finally succeed and claim that ass. This time, the claw didn't immediately come back, but instead Softie could hear the shuffling of pawpads around the cabinet as Shin seemed to examine the angles and determine the best way to go about it. After a minute of waiting for his wolf lord to do something, anything at all, Shin tried again. The claw descended again, two horse dildos clasping around his shoulders like a rollercoaster harness, holding him steady as the cock on the other end sank effortlessly into his widened gaping hole with a loud wet slurp and gushing of lubricant juices like it belonged there.

The tigerfox found himself being lifted in the air as the claw rose back up to the ceiling, the crane then slowly inching along on its track until it could drop him down into the prize chute. The unexpected drop and tumble down into the hole would've hurt if it weren't for the thick red cushion at the bottom. Softie ended his fall at the bottom upside down with his rump in the air by the time Shin peeled back the plastic flap and waved at the confused kitty with a lewd smile that hinted at a greater undeniable hunger within his wolfish loins. "Oh, looky what I won. I bet a certain well-fucked bear would be more than happy to go home with daddy, but first I gotta test the goods." Softie shivered nervously as he was lifted out by ridiculously strong musky canid arms, Shin flipping him rightside up to give him a friendly lick on the face while wagging his tail.

The final insult was to feel his master shoving an entire balled fist into his wrecked ass and feel around in there to see how well the factory prepared him for taking a colossal wereknot. It was deeply humiliating to the core to have his ass graded by his owner of all people, like a piece of bitchsuited meat to be fucked without mercy. "They did a good job, alright. So, you ready to take a ride on the wolf rape express?" His master chuckled with a lustful growl as he set the teddyslut down to take off his own clothes, starting with the shirt and pants. Even without the aid of transformation, Shin was so ridiculously endowed that his briefs could barely hold up the bulge of his plump sheathe and balls alone, much less a full knotted were-feral erection that put dragon dicks to shame.

Stuck in the suit on all fours, Softie could only watch helplessly as Shin let out a howl as his body slowly contorted into something new, the transformation taking at least ten minutes to complete before his master had properly shifted to his feral form all covered in sweat and tired with a rapid panting as he scampered and scurried every which way to see the submissive Softie from every delicious angle. "Yeah, looks good, bitch. You'll make a fine new plushy for me to hump." Shin teased with a growl, glowing yellow eyes never leaving his pathetic folded up form with keen interest as he got several interested sniffs on every part of his natural flesh that managed to stick out of the stuffy suit. His ruined ass got most of the attention, the wolf seemed to really enjoy what he was smelling back there. "Oh my, slutkitten, what a wrecked ass you have, my dear. I can smell all of the horses and other animals that got to use you, but don't worry my bitch. Soon I'll have you marked properly so no other male would dare touch this succulent hungry butt and I can have you all to myself." The lewd promises only made Softie harder, his barbs well pronounced and poking out even though they wouldn't be entering anything. The hot breath and slimy licks against his rim were almost too much, Softie nearly cumming all over the floor as he found himself intensely aroused even as his owner tasted out his abused sloppy boipussy.

When that same hot impossibly large tongue entered his fully gaped hole and slurped noisily around the rim, it took every bit of the tiger hybrid's self control not to give in and release his pent up seed, knowing that such an act of defiance would be punished severally. It was so hard not to surrender to those intoxicating sensations, too. He was left panting with a tensing of his back as he felt an almost inevitable release approaching. It was only by Shin's mercy or perhaps cruel desire to further torment the poor slutty wreck that the tasting of his rear ceased long enough for the pitiful tired whore to recover some of his sense.

It took a further moment for him to realize that the end of the slurps in his raw hole might not have been for his own benefit, but only because Shin wanted to try out his new chewtoy. Once he felt two heavy paws crash down onto his back and hook around his shoulders, Softie knew that it would be in his best interest to hold perfectly still, as if Shin missed on his first thrust with that absurdly thick pointed canid cock, it would hurt a lot. Of course, it would hurt if the wolf wereferal hit the target, too, but at least the pain would ebb quicker than several unmoderated pokes at nasty angles to try to spear his butthole. Even if he'd been stretched wide from all of the factory processes, it was only preparation to ready his hole for that impossibly wide girth, and there was no true way to make this first tie particularly pleasant.

He nearly bit his tongue as the hot slimy point rammed effortlessly into his already sore butt with nearly a foot of canid meat, the whole length of it throbbing wetly inside him with several sporadic gushes of pre that filled him with a deeper warmth even while the musky fluid leaked out around an imperfect anal seal to dribble down the backs of his thighs like a wolf juice enema. Inside the costume he had his ears folded over in submission, and although Shin couldn't see how overwhelmingly he'd dominated his felidae fox bitch, he could certainly smell the terrified musk oozing out of Softie's fur in his sweat. Knowing that he was in control and his bottom bitch knew it, Shin gave a sharp bark of triumph as his hips started to work back and forth into that presented rump with cruel glee.

Softie found himself gasping for breath as each deep thrust of that massive meat seemed to drive the air out of his diaphragm almost like a bellows on a furnace. "What a rare treat for you, my sweet. Been playing with all of those naughty toys in your little hopeslut chest, and here I am to make you feel the real thing. You must feel so grateful." Shin chuckled, panting with loud desperation as his fur began to stink with sweat from his vigorous breeding efforts. As the smell of overtly masculine musk reached him, Softie became an even more cowed little fuckpet and tried to completely relax against the drilling assault into his bared butt.

He could almost feel himself cumming several times from the rough battering on his prostate, Shin not taking it easy on his bitch, at all. The tiger could feel the immense knot bouncing against his buttocks like a red hot basketball trying to contort and shove itself into him without success. Maybe with a little more loosening and force, it might happen, but for now his hole was quite stubborn and just barely stretched wide enough for a shaft that felt as big as a powerline pole. Each moment the cruel knot bumped against his crack and was denied entry, a loud sloppy gush of musky pre fluids spurted out the back like a spray from a garden hose.

If Shin weren't so careful in holding his chewtoy fuck doll in place with his greater imposing weight like an anchor, Softie would've found himself sliding all over the place from the jabs of the intruder slamming into his bowels like a sledgehammer hollowing out his insides one stinging meaty stab at a time. No matter what he tried to do to surrender or relax, it just wasn't enough to allow the knot to finally slip in and tie them into one horny being of need. It seemed that the last part of the cock would slip into him in its own time and the uncertainty left him restless.

Just because his knot wouldn't freely fill the kitty rump didn't mean that Shin would relent the constant pounding of his loins, the big bad wolf's throbbing dick sliding in and out of the chewtoy below with slick meaty thumps as he worked it around inside the tight opening. A few times it slipped out in discordant jarring pokes against his squishy anus, Shin having to briefly reach one of his feral paws down between his legs to guide the monster member back in. "Heh, that ass won't escape so easily." He grunted with a bark before going back to pumping that ass with his juicy dick.

Softie almost wished he could escape that easily, his sore raw used ass protesting against further torment from hot rubbing against his tenderized rump. If the only way he could end all of this sexing was by taking that knot, then he'd better brace his ass for getting ripped wide open around it. He was leaned over with his ass higher in the air, not that it did him much good as he could feel Shin's cock rubbing around in his belly and bulging out against his navel like a fuzzy lump. Each time he was filled and emptied at the unbelievably fast speeds, he was left on the edge of orgasm and yet unable to spill over into relief; it was a taunting sort of anal chastity.

The pounding went at the same pace and ferocity, but this time he could feel himself starting to loosen up just a tiny bit as he felt the globe of the knot hammering against him with each jab, coming a little more closer to the widest point of the bulbous spheres with every passing minute. Softie could feel himself gaped, a tight pelvic opening the last thing barring entry to the massive dogmeat. He didn't know how long it would take to collapse into his rear, but once Shin got the scent of passion, there was no stopping til he accomplished the deed of knotting a hole.

The tigerfox drew in a tight anticipating breath and closed his eyes against the straining pain of that juicy bulge trying to pop into him, expecting it to happen at any moment given the amount of force being used to get it in there. He could feel the impatience in those straining muscles and throbbing cock, knowing that the wolf had ceased to care about doing it naturally and was now trying to force it in with all of his strength behind it. Softie felt like his ass was being torn apart, but mingled with the fear was also the strange eager heat to fill his loins with the biggest dickshaped object in the world. Ready or knot, Softie certainly wouldn't be going in disappointed.

He let out a soft pained mewl, trying to move a trapped tail to protect himself from the dull ache turning into a roar of sharp clarity as his elastic undertail was strained in new directions and phallical dimensions it hadn't felt before. The feline butt wasn't ready, could never be ready for that obelisk of canine cock, but here it came. His anus popped and stretched under pressure as the hard dense knot very slowly began to push its way through with unmoderated force until the whole thing shot into his ass like a greased rocket and had Softie forgetting how to breathe for a few seconds from the unbelievable shock of having his ass violated so widely around such a vicious intruder.

Now firmly locked inside his pet, Shin took his time with the feline, knowing that Softie couldn't flee anywhere once they'd become inseparable through flesh and blood ties. The wolf gave his slut a few lingering moments for his ass to adjust to the new firm dimensions pushing against his boipussy, nipping and licking the exposed portions of the feline's face while waiting to continue his sexual barrage of the feline's insides. Once the few minutes were up, the ride began all over again with furry thighs tickling against his presented buttocks and balls as they slammed the few precious inches of cockmeat behind the knot Shin had in and out of the feline depths with quick dirty wet pumps of smacking bodies.

In this position of total control and immersion, it didn't take Lord Shin long at all to fill his pitiful cumdump kitty with his fresh hot cum. "Almost ready, dear. But, before I give the butt kitten their cream, you need to beg for it. Otherwise, I'll just stay tied to you until you submit yourself to my will. I've got all night, but your sore butt may not." The wolf taunted with a growl, giving a good nip of his sharp teeth deep enough into the plush costume that Softie could feel it scrape his skin and give a nervous meep. He was mostly gagged and couldn't say much, but he could speak with his body.

Softie made what pitiful whining noises into his gag he could, using his stumpy limbs to back his tied rump against Shin's hips and gave it a saucy wiggle against his long musky feral fur that set the beast to rumbling pleasantly, stroking the feline's back with clawed paws like little dull rakes that he could feel scraping against him in neat rows. Only the thin padded fabric of the costume allowed him to avoid any nasty damage from those deadly flesh rending wolfpaws. "That's good enough, bitch. I shouldn't spoil you so much and make you whine for another good ten minutes, but wolfdaddy needs to empty these blue balls in a certain needy slut." Shortly after that, Softie could feel his master's abundant grapefruit testes in their sack firming up and preparing to spill into his depths like molten silver into a shy sissy crucible.

The first splashes of cum spattering out were a surprise of intense heat, as Softie felt each new gush driving the previous load before it until he felt the intense fiery heat of Shin's orgasm in every crevice of his abdomen as if his cum were lava. His ass was also cramping up strongly to repel the intense heat of the gooey load, but the fresh soupy semen didn't have anyplace to go until the knot deflated. Yes, he felt every bit like the bitch in heat as the tied wolf did his job as breeder stud only too well. Softie would be stuck with the unpleasant scalding warmth in his body until it began to cool down, as Shin was probably going to stay tied to that rear for a good thirty minutes to an hour.

Amidst the gurgling cum churning around trapped in his bowels, tired as Shin was, the wolf continued to lick on his pet's face in affection and encouragement while his rumbling panting wafted foul dogfood scented breath against Softie's sensitive nose and almost made him gag. "After I deflate and we get done here, I am going to ensure this ass is wrecked and welcoming to my cock forever by exercising it every day until there comes a point when you can take my knot as easy as falling asleep." After his lustful promise, Shin pointed over to a far off table where the feline could see something wide, black, and conical like a strange shiny traffic cone. "And that plug will be in your ass at all times unless me or my friends are using you so that you'll stay nice and loose for a good knotraping." The wolf chuckled, mounting Softie with his greater body weight again to crush him against the pavement and slurp around on his face with that nasty tongue that seemed to know all of the magical tricks to work underneath a bitch's tail. If this was how dating worked with the wolf, Softie faintly wondered what kind of kinky shit Shin might do for a naughty honeymoon.