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Freebies Stream 76: Securitaur Roll Call

4/4/2020 Livestream

Prelude

SECURITAUR 001 AJAX (Jayce)

SECURITAUR 002 ODA (Libra)

SECURITAUR 003 GUNTHER (Xoury)

SECURITAUR 004 HUSKIE (Sanmer)

There's never any slacking for the big, hung canine-taurs of SynTech Security! Whether it's chasing down purse snatchers, patrolling the research labs, or escorting SynTech VIPs, these muscular, big-dick-slinging power tops answer to only one person: Armitage, the triceratops security chief of SynTech!

Prelude

-- Inside the COO's office near the top of SynTech Tower --

"Alright, Armitage, you've got your squad. Don't waste this opportunity."

"Thank you, Miss Burleigh."

Armitage's triplet of sharp white horns rose into the air as he lifted his enormous body out of the overstuffed, oversized chair. His sharp, earth-brown claws dug into the fabric as he got to his feet and nodded at the tigress on the other side of the walnut desk separating them. The triceratops straightened his shoulders, adjusted the black tie laid along his barrel chest, and spun on his heel before marching out of the room, careful not to let his thagomizer hit anything on the way.

The request was simple: SynTech Security would have two forces. The primary force would remain the same as it always had and employ guards just as usual. The secondary force would be under Armitage's direct control and respond with a more specialized sense of justice for those that broke the corporation's rules: a squad of well-hung, hugely built, and fiercely loyal canine-taurs. Armitage helped his case by pointing out the squad already existed and numbered 33 in total, though judging by the gleam in his eye, there was no uncertainty as to the powerful dinosaur's intent to grow that number by whatever means he could procure.

The tigress watched him leave with a cool eye, though the tip of her tail flipped rapidly side to side on the floor next to her tall office chair. Considering the number of incidents occurring on the SynTech campus every day, she did not doubt the need for a specialized force, and easily allowed the triceratops to convince her. Turning to the metal keyboard on the desk, the tigress's claws tapped against the console, entering several commands to be sent out to the appropriate personnel. The SynTech Securitaur program began now...

SECURITAUR 001 AJAX (Jayce)

Randomly Chosen Prompt: The experimental Infiltration Unit 001 better show results soon, or the project will be cancelled!

Content warning: hyper knotting, implied bimbofication

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The heads up display in Ajax's helmet caused the dark hallway to appear almost as bright as day for the greyhound. The taur's four long, narrow lower limbs held his lean and muscular body aloft. His upper torso, lanky and long, pressed against the smooth white wall as the enhanced sensors in his helmet detected approaching footsteps. The greyhound's nostrils flared as he held his large body still. Though narrow, the greyhound's strength showed through the tight black onesie wrapped around his entire body. The flexible fabric contoured to his flanks and squeezed in under his lower belly, keeping the massive sheath and sac between his hind legs tucked away.

A variety of other instruments, weapons, and gadgets attached to the specialized suit. The fabric itself was designed to prevent reflective light, allowing the large canine to hide in the shadows more easily. Ajax's paw hovered over the holster of a stun gun as he listened intently, both ears perking beneath the black fabric covering his head and lean muzzle.

The footsteps faded, just as Ajax thought they would. He'd practiced doing this hundreds of times in training using a virtual reality simulator and all the information they had about Accumulated Industries' security protocols. The greyhound was surprised at how similar the real mission felt to the simulation.

The stealthy canine-taur slipped around the corner and trotted down the hallway. Having hacked the security cameras earlier, he had no reason to fear them now. Listening attentively and paying attention to the sensors in his helmet, the Securitar exhaled slowly when he reached his target: room 25032a. An unassuming solid white door greeted him, though the large lock and electronic keypad sensor threw him off. The keycard he had wouldn't work on this lock.

Ajax didn't panic. Just as he'd been trained, the Securitar reviewed what he knew and what to do next. First, the mission was to recover stolen documents taken from a SynTech research lab. Second, the documents were, according to the source, in room 25032a. Third, he had to find someone with access.

The noise alarm flashed on the heads up display in Ajax's helmet. The greyhound's whip-like tail swung around with his hindquarters as he moved towards the corner. The sound, enhanced and categorized automatically by in-helmet AI, predicted the footsteps were made by sneakers, rather than the boots worn by the security guards. Straining his ears, Ajax could also hear a faint swishing sound. Like a coat...

A lab coat. Ajax breathed a sigh of relief. If they changed the lock, they also would have changed staffing. This was the chance he needed.

Padding backwards in silence, the greyhound's long and lean body paused momentarily to strike at the light in the hallway in front of the door, causing it to darken further, before moving around the corner. Holding himself still, he watched the numbers in his heads up display change as the sound of the approaching footsteps drew closer. With the enhanced audio, he could even hear his target's breathing: slow, steady, unconcerned. Good.

Closer.

Closer still.

A few beeps, a click, then a woosh as the door opened.

Ajax sprang from around the corner, sliding across the hall as he twisted his lower body. The black-clad greyhound-taur threw himself towards the wall, all four legs crouching horizontally for a moment, before springing forward, upper torso and arms stretching out towards the white coat of the Accumulated Industries employee halfway through the door. Ajax's chest thudded against the back of the employee's head. The weight of his lower body propelled him forward and over, and he hooked his paws around the target's armpits as he went. Twisting in the air, the greyound's flexible body turned completely over before landing on all four legs in a light crouch facing the doorway, which closed of its own accord.

Looking down, Ajax realized he was holding in a tight neck-lock a lion in a white lab coat. He had a long, shoulder-length dark brown mane and, according to the ID badge pinned to his coat, which his in-helmet AI analyzed and brought up for a closer look, this was a research technician, barely more than an intern. Jaycen, grade 4. They must have wanted to use someone to process the material who didn't know what it was he was looking at.

With his powerful arm keeping a firm, tight hold on the lion's neck, and the lion himself being held almost two feet off the floor, Ajax took a moment to examine the room around him. Piles of boxes organized into neat stacks lined shelves along the long back wall. Halfway there, a computer station and scanning machine stood ready. On the other side of the room, lining the wall by the door, was a conveyor belt that fed paper into a small incinerator.

The greyhound stood still, clutching the gasping lion, and considered his options. The team hadn't considered the possibility that Accumulated was digitizing the materials.

"I'm going to ask you some questions," the greyhound said, using a low and dangerous tone of voice. The lion's claws pricked at the canine's forearm, but he ignored it. "Did you already scan Project Clementine?"

The lion's eyes bulged as the canine's arm squeezed his neck tighter, causing his long mane to bunch up around his face, hiding his brow and leaving only his muzzle exposed. After a moment, the feline's mouth nodded rapidly.

"Burned the originals?"

Another squeeze, a gasp, and a frantic nod.

"Are you the only one who saw them?"

A longer pause this time, then a slow nod.

Ajax licked his lips. The mission just turned interesting. The greyhound leaned back, letting the lion's backside drape over his upper torso. The male's hips rested on his hard, flat belly as he reached into one of the small packs strapped around his right foreleg.

The hiss of the hypospray echoed in the room. Ajax carefully replaced the spray before dropping the lion, who gasped and coughed on all fours in front of the greyhound-taur.

"What... what did you..."

"Containment and extraction protocols," Ajax said, his voice a low growl as he padded over to the computer. Withdrawing another gadget from a pouch on his left foreleg, he plugged a USB stick into the computer. It hummed along, copying and destroying any data it found on the machine's hard drive. "Good, no cloud backups."

"You... can't... what did you..."

The lion's backside arched. He was fit, with strong legs and a wide pair of shoulders. Ajax felt a stirring in his mighty sheath as he padded back over, letting the program do its work while he tended to his own.

The lion moaned, tongue lolling out over his lips, as he arched his backside again, tail lifting up the edges of his lab coat. His claws scratched at the floor as he squirmed on all fours, a heat flushing through his entire body.

"Don't worry about that... just a little relaxer the boys in the lab cooked up for this type of situation," Ajax said. "We've got about twenty minutes to get you ready."

"Ready... for what?" the lion gasped, turning his head to stare up at the tall canine-taur behind him.

"For extraction, of course."

The lion's eyes opened wider than ever when Ajax leaned his upper torso back, demonstrating his powerful body's flexibility as he pulled at a hidden tab on his black bodysuit. The underside of the suit opened to the side, revealing the taur's elegant and lean underbelly. What really caught the lion's attention, however, was the impressively thick canine sheath and sac that slid free of the fabric. Already a few thick inches of the dark red shaft pressed outwards, drooping halfway down the enormous testicles hanging between the greyhound's hind legs. Each orb was easily larger than the lion's head.

Ajax grunted as he felt his shaft swing free. The pointed tip led the way, followed by inch after inch of thickly veined shaft wider across than it was thick, and larger in the middle than towards the base. The sheath stretched outwards in all directions as the greyhound's knot filled with arousal.

"What are you... going to... nnnffff..."

The wave of musk now free of the confines of the taur's bodysuit hit the lion full on, causing the feline's nostrils to quiver. Combined with the potent aphrodisiacs (and other fun, according to the technician who equipped him), the lion would start to feel uncontrollable feelings of lust any second. Ajax wasn't sure it would work, but the tech seemed confident.

The lion turned around, eyes closing halfway. His long, rope-like tail drooped on the floor behind him as he crawled closer towards the greyhound. The canine grinned and watched the lion's backside wiggling between his forelegs before he felt a pair of paws groping at the thickness extending from between his hind legs. The lion's eager moans echoed from under Ajax's long and narrow body as he felt his shaft harden further, encouraged by the lion's attention.

Maybe the tech was right after all, Ajax thought.

Jaycen's head pressed forward, sliding his muzzle along the growing length. The tip curled over his shoulder and ran down the back of his lab coat as he explored the length, groaning with each new inch of incredibly thick and strong canine cock he discovered. His lips pressed into the base, then moved over the sheath, around the outside edges, while his paws cupped the enormous testicles hanging below, holding and lifting them. Ajax shivered as he felt his enormous nuts overfilling the lion's fingers. His hind legs lifted one after another as his cock continued to grow, sliding down the lion's backside, thickening and hardening quicker by the moment.

Occasionally casting a glance towards the computer to track the progress of the program copying and deleting the data, Ajax shifted his stance and spread his legs. Bending his knees, he dropped his upper torso lower and stretched out his arms. The greyhound's long and lean fingers, still clad in the non-reflective black fabric, wrapped around the lion's ankles and dragged him from underneath his body. There were already several smears of pre-cum in Jaycen's face as he emerged, gasping for breath.

The greyhound paused for a moment. The lion's mane was dark brown when he'd entered, but now strands of blond streaked through the mane in all directions. The feline's lab coat hung looser around his shoulders, but his black pants appeared even tighter. Ajax grinned as he inhaled the feline's eager scent and used his paws to drape the gasping male into place beneath him.

Jaycen ended up half-kneeling against the desk, hips extended outwards. Ajax propped his forelegs up on top of the desk and used his hindquarters to slide and drag his titanic shaft across the lion's backside. His thick knot strained inside his sheath, not yet ready to emerge as his lustful arousal continued to thicken and grow, several feet long already. The heavy, hot heat pulsed against the lion's backside. Jaycen quivered and moaned, reaching back to pull his own pants down as Ajax took a step back, until the tip of his thick canine shaft dragged between the lion's shoulders on the way down towards his tail.

Additional shoots of blonde hair formed in the lion's mane as Ajax lined himself up, using his forelegs to keep the male pinned against the desk. Fortunately, Jaycen was more than willing by this point and wiggled himself backwards until the enormous tip of the greyhound's maleness slipped between the taut golden cheeks. Ajax shuddered as he pushed forward, opening the male up with little ceremony or teasing. The sticky, thick pre-cum pumping through the fat canine dick provided more than enough lube as the lion's belly stretched outwards, popping buttons off the shirt he wore beneath his lab coat, revealing the faint traces of a six-pack that soon disappeared with another rocking motion from the canine on top. The greyhound grunted, growling with pleasure as the lion's hips clenched and squeezed around his thickness. He shoved forward, and slapped a paw down over the lion's muzzle as a loud moan rattled past his lips. Ajax shivered as he felt the lion's muzzle push into his palm. The lips felt warm, thick, and within moments felt even larger. Pulling his hand away, Ajax realized the lion was transforming faster the deeper the canine went.

So this was the "extraction assistant" the tech mentioned. Ajax smiled, teeth bared, and shoved forward, rocking his hind hips so that the enormous dark red shaft plunged even deeper into the gasping, squirming lion's thick hips. Ajax grunted again, relentless as he used his lean and wiry body to take the feline fully, rough and hard, working every inch of his oversized maleness into the lion's transforming figure, all with nothing but the light sounds of dripping to alert any passing guards.

Ajax's eyes flashed towards the computer screen. Ten more minutes. Gritting his teeth, he leaned over again, resting his paws on top of Jaycen's shoulders. The lion's mane, now almost completely blonde, spilled across his wrists as he pushed the male down, sliding him off the desk and onto the floor. With his forelegs bent, the taur went into a crouch, angling his massive cock downwards now. His enormous sac bounced off of the backs of Jaycen's thighs as he thrust even faster, harder than before, loosening the whining lion's rump for the next step in the extraction process.

The greyhound's underbody crouched lower, until his rib cage squeezed against the back of Jaycen's head. The lion's hips widened further, easing the rapidfire thrusting of the horny canine on top, as the black-clad male pistoned his magnificent shaft in deeper and deeper, until the round ball of knot still hidden in the greyhound's sheath slammed up against the lion's tailhole.

The lion's shirt flapped around his arms as he struggled to spread his legs wider with the pants still hiked up around his knees. His belly bloated, showing the clear outline of the thick girthy shaft burying itself even deeper inside his quivering, hot body. The lion's ears flattened as he moaned and gasped, unable to stop the onrush of pleasure causing his arousal to spurt a regular blast of white lion seed across the floor between his thighs.

Five minutes left. The greyhound squeezed forward. The fuzzy light gray fur on his sheath splayed in all directions as the fat red knot appeared, slowly at first and then all at once. Ajax bit his lower lip as the sensitive flesh squeezed forward, pressing against the lion's fuzzy, round, surprisingly soft and pliable rump cheeks. With his forelegs locked around Jaycen's shoulders, stopping the lion from sliding forward, the greyhound worked quickly, having only a few minutes to complete the extraction and escape the facility undetected.

Jaycen's blonde mane hung around his head, silky corn-yellow and soft. His lean and narrow shoulders narrowed further into his belly before his wide hips stretched into a pair of plum and meaty thighs. His whole figure was changed from before, altered to make him a more pliable and willing subject of the greyhound's administrations. The lion's muzzle opened wide, stretching into a groan, but no noise emerged as the huge knot squeezed harder against him.

Three minutes.

Ajax shuddered, his erect shaft throbbing with need inside the lion. The greyhound fought the urge to rut, to flood the subby little lion with seed. He had to finish the mission first. He had to... had to...

*POP*

Ajax stuffed his entire fist in the lion's mouth to stop the garbled moan of pure lust crooning out of his narrow chest. The massive knot shoved forward, opening the feline impossibly wide before settling inside, a visible bulge in the skinny twink's belly.

"Nnnffff... finally!" Ajax grunted, forelegs pushing up from the floor. The lion's body dragged along underneath him, legs folding up towards his head, as a steady stream of cum shot from the gasping male's cock. His whole belly and chest distended around the hard, thick canine cock embedded inside, revealing, as Ajax stepped backwards, the full extent of the Securitaur's arousal.

Leaning over to the side, Ajax grasped the edges of the black bodysuit and reattached them, completely obscuring the twinkified Jaycen under the suit so that he was merely a bulge beneath the long and lean belly. Held aloft and secured in place with the canine's tremendously thick knot, there was no possible way for the lion to escape as the greyhound snuck back out of the Accumulated Industries facility.

The computer beeped. Ajax grabbed the USB stick and slipped it into the appropriate pocket, trying not to make faces as he felt the wriggling lion, bent over and impaled helplessly on the massive shaft, clench and squeeze all the harder at the jostling created by the greyhounds trotting movements. When Ajax swung around, facing the door, the lion clenched again, though his moans were muffled by the suit's soundproofing.

"Nnnffff... fuck... just... get out of the building before you cum, at least," Ajax growled, curling his fingers into fists in front of his face. "No time... for... unnnhhh... that now!"

Leaning forward, the greyhound listened at the door all while the bulge in his black bodysuit wiggled and scooted side to side. All clear. Ajax breathed a sigh of relief. He could only extract one person at a time, after all... and this one was going to make a wonderful addition to the roster of Assistant Kennel Operators back at base.

The end

SECURITAUR 002 ODA (Libra)

Randomly Chosen Prompt: A taur-obsessed scientist is trying to transform everyone in the world into taurs!

Content: taurification, hyper knotting

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Oda stretched his furry forelegs as he crouched low. Jumping from the helicopter, the St. Bernard's thick, shaggy coat of white and brown fur blew every which way as he kept ducking low while trotting towards the wide, semi-concealed entrance of the research base.

Hidden on a rock in the middle of the arctic on a bit of land unclaimed by any government, SynTech's Beta Omega Theta Base served as a hub for research into dangerous new techniques and refinements. Oda squinted through the bright sunlight as flurries of snow blinded him, the effect of the downdraft from the helicopter taking off behind him. Others might balk at being assigned to a remote outpost like this, but Oda didn't mind. He didn't even feel the cold through his full, bushy winter coat. The light coat he wore around his upper torso - the only clothing the shaggy canine wore - was more for decoration and recognition than practicality.

Lifting his upper body straight, the canine bounded through the snow towards the entrance, where he could see the tip of a muzzle poking out from the depths of a large and thick hooded jacket. Pulling up to a stop, the massive St. Bernard shook his upper shoulders and then his lower quarters, sending the built-up snow in his pelt falling to the ground.

"Braxton, SynTech Security, badge A10," he said, standing at attention.

"Dr. Oda. Pleased to meet you," the figure inside the coat said. "Let's get inside before I freeze any more."

The heavy metal door slid open on massive hinges after the scientist punched his fingers at the control panel. Braxton padded in after, being careful to pull his bushy tail all the way inside as the door closed behind him. The scientist turned around and pulled down his hood, revealing the wide brow and muzzle of a snow leopard.

Seeing the glance from his features to his coat, Dr. Oda held up a paw.

"I know, I just don't like the cold, alright? Anyways, I'm glad you're here, though I'm not sure what kind of threat we face all the way out here."

"Just doing my job, doctor," Braxton said. At close to eight feet tall, the St. Bernard towered over the scientist. Reaching down to one of the pouches strapped to his foreleg, the wideset canine pulled out a small electronic pad. "According to the mission specs, we're on communication lockdown. There are five people here, counting you and me."

The Bernard's eyes ran back and forth across the screen as he read a few more lines from his report before glancing at the snow leopard.

"That sounds right?"

"Yes, fine. As far as I'm concerned, you're just a big useless lump that's going to get in the way," the feline said, turning around as he took off his coat. "We don't need some lunkheaded security guard interrupting-"

"I'll be off to do my first rounds, in that case," the St. Bernard said, smoothly cutting in and stopping the feline from ranting any further. "I'm already familiar with the layout of the base and personnel. Please use the radio to contact me if you need me for anything."

The snow leopard looked back over his shoulder, watching as the St. Bernard keyed the door to open it again. The feline's eyes widened as he stared at the enormous, densely furred sac swinging between the canine-taur's hind legs, accompanied by a sheath with even more puffy fur, so much so that there was no telling just quite how well hung the big taur really was. Which was a pity, because the taur was key to Dr. Oda's plans...

The days passed quietly. Mindful of the doctor's attitude from their first encounter, Braxton stuck to his duties, forming a regular routine that kept him out of the scientist's path despite the small size of the secret laboratory. There were three labs in total on the lower floor with sleeping quarters and amenities on the upper. Braxton was pleasantly surprised to find the stairwells and doorways were wider than usual, allowing him to navigate with ease on his patrols inside. On the outside, the St. Bernard checked the lab's camouflage and other counter-detection measures, such as checking for stray radio or other signals that could leak from within.

It was two weeks after Braxton arrived that he next spoke to the scientist, though he saw him often thanks to the small quarters. The other three researchers on the lab were all assistants, and it was about them that the taur spoke to Dr. Oda.

"If we need to arrange transportation for him, I can put in the request through the usual means," Braxton said. He leaned his enormous upper torso against the frame of the doorway into Dr. Oda's private office, where a metal desk and a space heater took up most of the floor. "How serious is his condition?"

"Oh, it's nothing to worry about. Totally normal."

"Doctor, we're on an isolated research base. I don't know what it is in particular you're doing out here-"

"That's right, you don't," Dr. Oda said. "And so just know that this is nothing to be concerned about."

But Braxton couldn't shake the worry that gnawed at him. Something was off about the scientist. The long looks, the vacant gaze when Oda thought Braxton didn't notice him - there was something there. What was it the scientist was doing out here in this remote arctic base?

The research assistants were not much help. The rabbit, fox, and wolf were all fresh graduates. This was their first assignment, and none of them comprehended much of what went on in the labs yet. Braxton considered sneaking into Oda's office to find out some information, but it seemed like the snow leopard was always there, toiling away on various experiments and mathematical formulas.

After a week, the ill research assistant improved. The fox was up and about by himself, though he was a bit unsteady for a few days. Braxton thought his fears were overblown at first, but then the rabbit and wolf both took ill with the same symptoms as the fox.

"No! No transport! Not yet! I'm so close!" Dr. Oda shouted, both paws gripping his ears with frustration. "You can't shut this down now!"

"You won't even tell me what you're researching," Braxton said, trying to control the growl in his voice. The enormous canine wasn't used to arguing - usually his size eliminated the need for protracted negotiations in situations like this. "If it's dangerous, I need to know! SynTech Security regulations, page 150, section F, part 2, paragraph 3, says-"

"Don't quote regulations at me!" Dr. Oda snapped. The snow leopard peered up at the huge St. Bernard, trying to control his facial expressions as his long and thick tail swept side to side behind him. "I'm the head scientist here. I'm in charge, and we're staying! Those two will get better, just wait."

Again, Braxton had reservations, but he knew if he called for an evac over nothing, the scientist's anger would be the least of his worries. He'd have to hear all about it from Security Chief Armitage. And while the Bernard wouldn't refuse being in the same room as the buff triceratops for any reason, there were many other ways he'd prefer to get reamed out.

Braxton decided to let the situation play out. He kept up his patrols, trying to time them to be around the scientist as often as he could. The doctor didn't do anything out of the ordinary, as far as he could tell, but his suspicions continued to grow until he wasn't sure if it was just paranoia or something real. Was living in a frozen wasteland affecting his judgement?

Another week passed. The research assistants did improve, regaining their health and resuming the limited duties the doctor bade them complete. Braxton continued patrolling, logging, and guarding the base in the meantime.

Almost a month passed since the canine arrived at the base. He was returning from an outdoor patrol. Standing inside the entrance, he shook his coat, sending the deep shaggy fur flying outwards. After shaking out all the snow and ice, with steam floating from his pelt, the huge canine-taur headed into the kitchen area to get a drink of water.

As he passed by the private bedrooms, he heard noises and his ears perked. The St. Bernard paused mid-step and turned his head, nostrils flaring as a slew of scents wafted through the filtered air, unmistakable in the sterilized environment of the research base.

Someone, he knew, was having sex. A lot of sex.

His large feet flopped across the metal tiles of the floor as he moved closer to the bedroom door in the center, where the noises were the loudest. Checking that his stun gun was its holster with a glance, the enormous canine-taur reached for the door handle and twisted slowly, carefully cracking it open to look inside.

The wolf was there, and the rabbit and fox. Except they weren't quite the same as before. The wolf's muzzle hung wide open, drooling tongue flopped out as he stared down at the outstretched rabbit in front of him. The rabbit's upper torso looked much the same as before, but below his narrow belly, his hips expanded into forequarters and stretched back into a long, taur-like lower body. His powerfully thick hind legs spread, both knees bent, for the fox mounting him from behind. The fox and wolf, like the rabbit, sported newly grown taur-bodies, four legs each and jointed spines. Their chests and bellies filled and shrank rapidly as they humped and pumped, the wolf driving deep into the rabbit's open muzzle while the fox slammed his hips forward into the groaning, stretched male's hindquarters.

The assault of visuals and senses took Braxton's breath away. The stench of musk hung thick in the air as he opened the door further, eyes wide with surprise. He barely noticed his own maleness droop from his sheath, stimulated by the sheer amount of lust in the air. Braxton licked his lips, shuddering as he watched the fox's powerfully thick erection grind into the rabbit, disappearing to the hilt, while the wolf did the same from the front. The rabbit's whole body jiggled and wiggled, arms pushing at the wolf's thighs as he choked down the thickness in his throat.

"Now you see my research!" a triumphant voice announced behind Braxton.

The St. Bernard whirled around, causing his half-hard arousal to swing against his forelegs as he moved his hindquarters behind him. The shaggy dog growled and grabbed his stun gun out of its holster before aiming it at the scientist.

"Oh, you can put that away," the snow leopard purred. He was nude and sporting a large arousal. "It won't be necessary for what comes next."

"Why? What comes next?" Braxton asked, paws not wavering as he held the stun gun level at the feline's chest.

"Soon you'll be just another mindless, sex-crazed taur like those three. And after I leave the four of you here to fuck your brains out, I'll make sure every person in the world is next! Ha ha ha ha!"

Braxton heard enough. He pulled the trigger of the stun gun, but nothing happened. Looking down, he realized the charge was at 0 percent - the red light flashing meant there was no juice in the device.

"Oh no! Is your weapon not working? How'd that happen?" Dr. Oda purred, grinning as he took a bold step forward. "There's nothing you can do about it, SynTech Security or not. In a few minutes, you'll be just another mindless fucktaur lost in the herd! Aha ha ha!"

There was something in the air, Braxton knew, something worming its way into his brain, whispering to him, encouraging his thickness to fatten up. Far larger than any of the three research assistants, even accounting for his taller and wider frame, the St. Bernard-taur's maleness throbbed as it pressed along his underbelly, until the tip bobbed between his forelegs. The smooth crown ached, a huge human-like tip followed by a long pale pink thickness broken up only by the wrist-thick veins squirreling up the sides. The Bernard's heavy sac dropped lower, fatter and heavier as his arousal increased.

"You're trying to transform the whole world?" the taur asked, eyes narrowing on the scientist. "This definitely sounds like a violation of SynTech Security regulations, pages 2, 5, 124, 305, and-"

"That's not the point, you idiot! Soon the whole world will be just like you! Like I will be... will be... will beeee!"

The snow leopard's arousal throbbed, bouncing off the patch of white fur spread across his smooth stomach. Dr. Oda dropped forward onto his hands, eyes closing as the fur around his tail stretched outwards, visibly growing and shifting. His dark gray fur, spotted with even darker rosettes, twisted and turned as he arched his back, shoulders into the air and muzzle upturned as his hips transformed. A second pair of legs pushed from the fur, thickening and growing additional features and detail as they stretched outwards - first toes, then knees, then muscle. The new limbs cracked and popped into place as the snow leopard's spine elongated and turned, following his tail behind him.

Leaned over on his hands, the scientist's transformation continued. His muzzle opened and a long yowl erupted from his chest as ribs formed below the joint of his upper and lower halves. His arousal transitioned with his legs, squeezing between his hindlegs as a long and luxurious sea of plush white fur appeared along his taurbelly. The feline's thick maleness smacked loudly across the floor, sending shots of clear, thick pre-cum between his forelegs. Oda moaned again as his white-furred orbs fattened considerably, until they squeezed around the sides of his hind legs, dimpling in around the leopard's spotted fur.

Dr. Oda lifted his hands off the floor and lowered his hindquarters, carefully resting his weight on his new limbs for the first time. A giant, enthusiastic smile spread across his lips as his eyes glazed over.

"Soon... the whole world... will... will... fuuuuuuck..."

The snow leopard trailed off into a slurring vocal that revved right back up into a lustful growl. The feline's hindquarters trembled, silky coat shining under the lights as the skin pulled and squished together around his wide, healthy rump. The feline's arousal wasn't anywhere close to the size of Braxton's, just like the other three, but the doctor had managed to grow his testicles at the least. They were almost the size of the Bernard's, despite the feline reaching only to the bigger male's shoulder. As Oda's arousal flexed along his lower body, his muzzle dropped open and his tongue flopped out, while a wave of lustful musk enveloped the canine-taur on the other side of the room.

"Hnnnnnhhhh... holy fuck, doctor," Braxton gasped, eyes watering as his arousal jerked in response. The scent was emanating from the feline's engorged testicles, now at full size and pinned hard between the feline-taur's spread hind legs. "That's quite the smell factory you got going there. Must be how you plan to transmit this around the world. Admit it!"

"Nnngghhh... fuuuuuuck... mmffff!"

The feline didn't verbalize, only moaned and grunted while taking a step towards the Bernard. Braxton didn't move backwards, as the leopard didn't appear to be trying anything particularly dangerous - not in the hyper-aroused state he was in. The scent told the St. Bernard everything he needed to know. Right now, there was nobody home in Dr. Oda's head, just a warm-blooded urge to stick his cock into the nearest tight hole - the exact same condition he saw the three assistants in.

"But wait," Braxton said, trying to focus as he felt his thickness lurching up and down, the tip protruding through the shaggy fur between his forelegs, "how come I can still think? If the goal was to make everyone this horny, why aren't I affected?"

The snow leopard's fingers grasped at the canine's chest, sinking into the fur up to his wrist, until the claws teased against the big male's round, bulging pec. It drew Braxton's attention, and he grinned down at the panting, moaning feline-taur grinding into his torso.

"Looks like whatever you did isn't gonna affect me, doctor. At least, not in all the ways you meant."

Braxton shuddered as he felt the immense pole between his legs bounce off his underbelly again. He was rigid from base to tip, as hard as he could ever remember. Whatever was in the musk produced by the four taurs, it was affecting him when it came to his arousal. Licking his wide lips, the massive dogtaur narrowed his eyes, locking in on the leopard's hind end. The thick, juicy cheeks beckoned the massive canine, who found himself shoving the feline's upper torso into the wall. Rearing back, the St. Bernard dropped his powerful forelegs around the snow leopard's upper belly, crossing them to hold himself up. One of his arms stretched down, grasping the nape of the feline's neck as a primal need surged through his body.

The Bernard's coat bushed out as he flexed, revealing the impressive musculature going on underneath the deep fur. Solid like an iron post, the powerful canine's grip held the transformed snow leopard easily in place as the tip of his thickness lifted upwards. The squeals and gurgles from the bedroom with the three research assistants rang in Braxton's ears as he pulled his wrist in front of his muzzle.

SynTech Security trained the massive canine well. He was more than capable of doing two things at once. In this case, number one was opening the communications panel on his wrist and sending coded messages explaining the situation back to base. Number two was grinding the tip of his enormous arousal under the snow leopard's tail, spreading him open until the glossy gray fur pulled completely taut with the power of his clenching hindquarters.

With the status report sent off, Braxton let out a shudder and dropped his arm.

"Time to subdue you, doctor, to make sure you don't escape! Good thing they taught us this move our first day of training!"

The snow leopard's upper torso squished forward, his whole body compressing when the St. Bernard's body surged forward, planting the bulk of his obscenely thick, heavily veined arousal between the feline's rump cheeks. Doctor Oda sighed and gasped, both arms raised into the air, clawing at the metal panels on the wall and scrabbling for purchase as his pelt bushed out to match the canine's. His underbelly swelled as his oversized balls sloshed, popping out behind his hind legs. A rapid-fire pulse of thick white feline seed splattered across the floor as the fertile taur came, hitting a peak of pleasure from the very first thrust.

Things didn't change much for the second gut-churning blast, nor the third, or fourth. Braxton's huge paws wrapped around the snow leopard's chest, keeping the feline's head pinned to his lower belly as he swung his hindquarters forward, fully mounting the clenching, wriggling male beneath him. Braxton's fingers dimpled the leopard's chest fur, tighter as he pounded harder, in and out, working the male open for his thickness.

The St. Bernard felt a buzz on his wrist and slammed his hips forward, holding his sheath up to the leopard's backside, keeping the full length of his arousal inside the gasping feline. Oda's haunches dripped with excess pre-cum, with more spurting around the taut ring, dribbling down in waves to coat his oversized sac. His belly distended, occasionally showing the outline of the underside of the canine's thickness. Braxton lifted his wrist to his muzzle again and read the message on his communicator - instructions from base.

"Looks like we'll be quarantined here for at least a month thanks to your little stunt," Braxton grunted. The big canine shifted his hindquarters. Between his sheer bulk and the length of his shaggy fur, the leopard-taur nearly disappeared underneath. "My instructions are to keep you from escaping until then. And I know the best way to manage that..."

The snow leopard's eyes went wide. His claws gouged the metal as his tongue stuck out, then curled back in. The feline-taur's tail wrapped around Braxton's belly as a huge knot prodded at the leopard's rump. Hidden in the deep fur around the St. Bernard's hips and thighs, the knot was a permanent fixture between his hind legs, though he rarely cut his fur short enough to leave it on display. The surprised feline clenched desperately as the canine's fingers pulled at the glossy and smooth spotted pelt, dragging the wriggling taur backwards with brutal strength.

Fattening to full size, Braxton closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. He rarely got to use his knot on someone like this, and he fully intended to take advantage of the time he'd be spending with the doctor over the next four weeks while scientists tried to figure out how to stop the contagion. The St. Bernard growled as his fur puffed out again, a rippling flex running down his immense body, from his upper shoulders to his rear flanks.

Oda's muzzle clamped shut and all four of his legs briefly lifted off the floor when the huge dogtaur's knot finally broke through. The snow leopard's belly fattened, hiding the bulge, as Braxton dropped his weight down onto the other male. Oda sprawled his forelegs forward, though his rump remained held aloft, clenching and clutching at the enormous knot now on the other side of his stretched tailhole. The St. Bernard leaned his upper torso forward, both arms wrapping around the snow leopard as his hips pumped away, grinding and shifting his massive arousal inside the other taur. Oda's enormous sac draped over his shaft, which was pointed towards his toes, leaving a river of musky white spooge dribbling and bubbling from beneath the overworked orbs.

The thick river of spunk grew larger as the canine came. His muzzle opened, clamping around Oda's shoulder, as his hindquarters quivered, every ounce of strength devoted to forcing his knot as deep as he could into the growing body of the leopard beneath him, the feeling of his silky insides clenching and squeezing and milking every inch of his oversized cock working him into a near frenzy. Braxton grunted, each surge of strength erupting inside Oda, pumping him full and then some of the St. Bernard's heat. What little managed to escape around the fat knot overwhelmed what the feline produced.

Braxton sighed and relaxed slightly, loosening the grip of his jaws on the feline's fuzzy shoulder, as the height of his arousal passed. Panting hard, he shuddered and shifted his hips, dragging the groaning taur beneath along as he did. The big male grunted, shivering as he felt his cock still pumping, pulsing, filling the belly of the leopard so full it was forcing his legs to spread even wider apart. Braxton got into position, settling his haunches down atop the leopard, both arms stabilizing himself as his weight forced the leopard's belly to spread across the floor.

"Well... this'll keep me entertained. At least for a while," the St. Bernard grunted, occasionally pulling on his hips to elicit a yelp from the feline beneath him. "Sounds like I'll need to pay a visit to the other three if I'm gonna make a month, though. You don't mind, do you, doctor?"

"Mrow!"

The end

SECURITAUR 003 GUNTHER (Xoury)

Randomly Chosen Prompt: Mandatory training for new Assistant Kennel Operators sure puts a strain on the newbies, especially now with the relentless new Securitaur trainer

Content: soft CV, species TF

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Gunther stared down the bridge of his long muzzle towards the line of six new Assistant Kennel Operators. The Great Dane crossed his arms over his chest, wrinkling the sleeves of his black SynTech Security jacket. It was unzipped, showing the rippling contours of the dane's muscular chest and belly. The beefy male stood over seven feet tall, but was even longer lengthways. A short, dense pelt of shiny black fur covered his entire body, though splotches of white around his chest, jaws, and eyes added a little texture to his coat. Naked save for the jacket and unashamed of it, the dane's impressive sheath swung low between his hind legs, easily as thick around flaccid as both of his muscular biceps put together, with a pair of low-swinging testicles dangling behind. The huge nuts bounced between his hind legs as he walked back and forth in a line, examining the new SynTech Security AKOs.

Assistant Kennel Operators were important to the team's security mission. Gunther took great pride in the fact that he was in charge of initiating the rookie AKOs and turning them into lean, mean, kennel-cleaning machines. Each member of SynTech Security's taur pack received lodging on the campus in a converted stables. The AKOs did the cleaning and maintenance, as well as tending to the canine's other needs: regular brushings, equipment maintenance, and, of course, tight holes for the taurs to release their lustier urges before going on duty.

The job attracted a unique kind of applicant, though as Gunther kept his stern gaze on the row of raw recruits, he doubted they'd been told exactly what the job required. The Great Dane licked his lips and turned towards the line, facing them. Their eyes simultaneously dropped, looking at the canine's hindquarters as he quite intentionally pushed a foot and a half of thick, meaty, black horsecock splotched in pink around the tip free from his sheath.

"Now that I have your attention," the canine growled, "it's time to review your uniforms. Unfortunately, none of you are going to pass - yet."

The recruits looked sideways at each other. They were all dressed the same in matching uniforms: a pair of black shorts with elastic waistbands tucked under their tails and a black t-shirt a size too small with the letters "AKO" on the front and back in bright white. There were a variety of species in the line - a fox, a short stallion, a pair of weasels, and others.

"We'll take care of that discrepancy shortly. In the meantime, here's your first test, Operators," the Great Dane continued. As he spoke he lowered his hindquarters to the ground, then rolled onto his foreshoulder while keeping his upper torso upright with his arm. On his side, his massive endowment stretched across the dark black fur across his underbelly, growing longer and thicker by the moment, causing his sheath to stretch and pull back in between his hind legs.

Needing no further prompting, all six AKOs pushed forward. By this point, just the sight and scent of the massive, muscular canine caused a flush of arousal in each of them. Actually getting their paws around the enormous horsecock jutting from their new supervisor's hind legs caused half of them to get close all by itself.

Gunther closed his eyes for a moment, jaw half-open and tongue poking past his lips as he enjoyed the half-dozen pairs of hands wrapping around his length. Even with that many paws and fingers, plenty of the bare black flesh of his massive arousal glinted in the light of the room. The fat veins stretched out from the base, starting deep inside the musky sheath. Interrupted by a thick medial ridge halfway up, they continued along the arousal towards the semi-flared tip, currently being caressed and kissed by the fox, while the weasel pair busily buried their heads into the Great Dane's massive balls. Their fingers squeezed into fur, creating valleys and ripples in the shifting, throbbing testicles, stretching the dense black fur coating them.

It didn't take long for the canine-taur's arousal to start leaking. The fox's greedy moans at the taste of the thick, viscous seed perked the ears of the other five, who looked up along the massive length with no small amount of envy as the fox's muzzle received a hearty coating of pre. The russet-furred male's eyes closed as he sank into the taste and smell, both paws clutching the shaft tightly under the tip as the flare spat another dollop of pre-cum across his lips and nose.

Gunther shuddered as his fat, heavy sac rolled back and forth between the pair of weasels. His pecs rose and fell rapidly as his maleness flexed, jerking against the combined power of the half-dozen pairs of paws groping and stroking along the veined length.

"So far... so good... tighten your grip there," Gunther said, pointing at the stallion. "You, get that muzzle in there for real!"

The weasel on the left nodded and dove in, leading Gunther to let out a satisfied grunt. The fox whimpered as a trail of thick, clear pre-cum rolled down his neck, staining his shirt. The massive canine leaned up and twisted his torso, supporting his upper half easily as he reached his hands out towards the fox. It was easy to drag the wet shirt off him, followed by the shorts. The elastic band stretched around the fox's arousal as Gunther tugged them down.

"Time to get your uniform changed," Gunther grunted.

His claws slid through the fur on the back of the fox's head, leaving furrows in the pelt, before his palm stopped on the back of the small male's head. The russet-furred vulpine didn't have time to gasp before the flared tip pushed forward, trapping his muzzle in the engorged slit. With the Great Dane's enormous hand holding him secure by the head, there was nowhere for the fox to go but down.

The fat flare shivered as the paws stroking along the length sent exciting vibrations throughout the enormous shaft. The flesh stretched, fitting tightly around the fox's head as the Great Dane's fingers squeezed tighter, pushing him in up to his eyes, then his ears. The shaft bucked, jerking at the fox's head as the tip squeezed down around the male's neck. The fox's shaft bopped against his belly, shooting strands of cum as he stretched his fingers around the flare, rubbing it even as it flexed over his shoulders.

The Great Dane's whole cock lurched from the base to the tip, lifting the fox right off his feet. His arms, pinned against his sides, wriggled as he went headfirst deeper into the massive horsecock, his figure obscenely outlined against the bulging urethra. The other five stared with shock and desire mixing on their faces, though their paws never stopped rubbing and kneading at the titanic horsecock before them even as they felt the fox's figure passing underneath their fingers. When only the tip of the vulpine tail wagged at the slit next to his twitching footpaws, the Great Dane stretched out his arm and grabbed the stallion's arm. The slight horse's hooves scraped on the floor as he found his long muzzle shoved unceremoniously down the tip of the Great Dane's maleness close enough to the fox's ankles to feel them rubbing against his ears.

"Nnnngghh... this is my... nnnfff... favorite part of the job," Gunther gasped. His arousal bucked, with only a short-horned goat and a tall feline with a bushy calico coat holding on to the enormous, stretched erection. The weasels at the canine's balls groaned louder as their arms overflowed with his size. The massive orbs stretched around the incoming figure of the fox, revealing everywhere he pushed his paws and face and legs. The stallion's legs kicked into the air, lifted upwards by the strength of the arousal before his hips were all the way inside.

The chain feeding continued until the enormous canine-taur was left with only the weasels. The calico feline wriggled away inside the main part of the gigantic horsecock as his huge sac inflated with the shifting motions and movements of the other three. Gunther moaned and rolled over, shifting his massive sace as it spread across the floor. It wriggled and moved, sloshing back and forth with the weight of the AKOs stuck inside. The massive horsecock flopped against the floor as the stallion's hooves disappeared inside, sucked down until the equine body was deposited into his sac with the rest.

Leaning his upper torso down, the Great Dane's fingers stretched out, grasping both of the weasels' heads at the same time. The two males squirmed against each other as they pressed forwards, against the monstrously erect maleness. The veins pulsed and bulged as Gunther sighed, the dual-stretching amping up his own pleasure immensely. Thick gouts of clear pre-cum pumped through his cock, slightly impeding the progress of the weasel duo, especially when he got to their shoulders.

Fingers clenching at his own maleness, Gunther dropped onto his knees in the front, putting pressure on his cock and squeezing it into the floor with his underbelly. His hind legs squeezed into the sides of the overgrown nuts behind him as the wriggles continued, pulling and teasing his aching sac even more. The weasels made the cutest whimpering noises before Gunther's horsecock enveloped their shoulders; from there, the shaft made a quick meal of the wriggly males. Their feet disappeared rapidly, followed by the tips of their long, flexing tails. Gunther shifted his hindquarters forward, thrusting his overgrown horsecock through his hands until the weasels stretched their way down his length and into his balls with the rest of the AKOs.

Gunther panted hard, resting for a moment as he felt the party in his sac wriggling and squirming, six whole bodies rolling over and thrusting and shivering, sending aches of pleasure up his whole body. The muscular dane's pecs bulged as he leaned his torso upright and straightened his legs. He kept his forelegs together, pinching under his flare as he bucked, grinding and masturbating himself with increasing urgency. He could feel the flesh of his massive arousal, hot and wet, slip against his forelegs, rubbing and squeezing and sending frantic thrills of energy all the way down the meaty veins, past the medial ridge, into the sheath and lower, filling his enormously stretched balls with a heat that caused a swarm of activity under the stretching white-furred flesh of the canine-taur's sac.

"Let's see... who's getting... nnnnpromoted!"

Gunther's final word coincided with a howl as he came. Ropes almost half a foot thick of steaming hot doggie jizz splattered across the floor, arcing a few feet up before raining down. A bulge appeared in the base of the canine's shaft, stretching him out all over again as the flow of cum receded somewhat. The base of his massive shaft expanded due to the backfill, and Gunther's hindpaws scraped against the floor as a whine forced its way out of his throat.

The pressure grew more and more intense until the flow could no longer be contained. Gunther's eyes widened as he felt the bulge travel up his shaft, stretching his tip, until a small, lithe, brown-furred body spat out of the flexing length and slid ten feet across the wet floor.

"Ah! The new... nnnnff... shift leader!" Gunther groaned. "Congratulations!"

The otter panted on the floor in the pool of cum, barely moving even as a few more additional ropes of seed splattered on him. Another bulge distended the Great Dane's thumping maleness, and within a few minutes a second otter joined the first, this one slightly smaller. Both featured narrow bellies, wide hips, and round rumps, in addition to the typical otter ears and tails. The third and fourth otters followed in short order, leaving a pile of furry bodies gasping for breath amidst a sea of powerfully musky Great Dane spooge. Gunther twisted his hindquarters side to side as he pranced up and down on his feet, unable to help himself as thrills of pleasure shocked his brain again and again. The motion caused his massive sac to slosh side to side, making a rude orchestra of gurgles and squeaks and moans echo from inside.

"Nnnnfff... these trainings are... hhhhffff... getting harder!"

Another bulge formed at the base of the canine's maleness. It pushed upwards slowly, going slow as the Great Dane tapped his paws against the floor. His fingers groped at his own muscular pecs as he leaned back, trying to get his forelegs out of the way to let the next bulge pass through. Right after the squirming bundle moved past his medial ring, his enormous arousal bucked upwards, and a pair of otters clutching each other shot from his tip like a cannon, landing in a messy pile with the rest.

The Great Dane groaned again, gasping as he felt the flush of heat slowly drain from his enormous sac. Already it was shrinking down somewhat, though remained almost twice as large as it had been before. His twice-stretched shaft flopped against the floor, punctuating the Great Dane's heavy breathing with huge shots of potent canine seed. Leaning his hindquarters down, Gunther rested on his back end, balls flattening against the floor between his legs. His upper body leaned over and he stretched his arms down, wrapping his paws around his flared tip. Leaning back, he dragged his huge cock upright, sending thick blasts of seed arcing higher into the air than before. Stroking himself, the Great Dane's muscular backside rippled under his coat as he relieved the last of the stress pent up inside him.

The pile of otters gradually disentangled themselves with only a few slip-n-falls into the ankle-deep sea of jizz slowly draining off through a grate in the corner of the room. Gunther grinned, still stroking himself, as they searched around for their clothes, which now fit much better than before on their smaller bodies.

"Alright, AKOs," Gunther said, his voice returning mostly to normal, "time for your second phase of training."

The canine-taur pointed his fingers towards his massive arousal, still fully hard and spurting. Within moments the six eager new Assistant Kennel Operators converged, groaning and chirping and whimpering as they squeezed themselves against the massive male's oversized shaft and sac.

Across the room, a door opened and another otter in a black T-shirt and shorts popped his head in.

"Is training done? There's another class in an hour on your schedule, sir," he said, his high-pitched voice full of envy at the sight of the six new AKOs worshipping the huge dogtaur's shaft.

"Just about... finishing up now," Gunther said, ears flicking towards the otter. "Make sure you assign them their bunks before you turn the other Securitaurs loose on 'em."

"Yes, sir."

Gunther grinned again, tail wagging happily behind him. It was a tough job whipping these new recruits into shape, but he didn't let that stop him.

The end

SECURITAUR 004 HUSKIE (Sanmer)

Randomly Chosen Prompt: At the end of his shift, a Securitaur is trapped in the elevator with a SynTech employee who isn't all he appears to be...

Content warning: cum inflation, pheromone play

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"I apologize again about moving the location of our meeting, Dr. Sanmer, but unfortunately there are several situations tying me to my desk at the moment."

Armitage leaned over his desk, elbows crooked so he could rest his dark beak on his fingertips. A muffled whine echoed from beneath the extra large wooden desk, followed by a bump and a moan. The triceratops grinned at the scientist seated in the chair on the other side of the desk.

"Anyways, I'm sure there's no need to go over the details with you, but please keep in mind you're a guest here at SynTech, so no funny business today while you're touring the facilities. I imagine the boss wouldn't like me being so blunt right now, but as the Chief of Security, it's my job to assess potential threats to the company."

"Surely you don't consider me a threat, Chief?"

The white-furred fox twitched the tip of his tail and grinned at the imposing, muscular dinosaur, innocence plastered across his face. A pair of dark goggles rested on top of his head, just behind his ears, and a lab coat swathed the rest of him, leaving only a pair of dark blue pants peeking out from the bottom. Long blonde hair braided into two strands fell behind the fluff of the fox's cheeks, reaching nearly to his hips when standing. The insides of his large ears were pink, and the tufted triangles constantly twitched or quivered as he conversed with the dino.

Armitage snorted and picked a small silver horn sharpener up from the top of his desk. Lifting his hand, he twisted it against the tip of his central horn, polishing the sharp point so that it glinted in the light.

"Not particularly, but I've seen the files. No shenanigans today, doctor."

"Yes, sir!" Sanmer said, firing off a mock salute with his right hand.

A knock at the door drew their attention. It slid open, and a tall black and white canine-taur stepped through the extra large opening. The husky had typical colorations for his species, with intermixing patches of black and white around his face and back. A black SynTech Security jacket hung open around his shoulders, revealing a sea of thick, downy white fur across his contoured chest and abdominals. The taur's long lower body stretched and shifted, the muscles clearly evident despite the thick pelt. The canine's curled-up tail stood perfectly at attention along with the rest of him as he padded in and stopped in front of the desk, slightly behind Sanmer's chair and to the side.

"Huskie, reporting for duty," he said.

"Hello, Huskie. You're going to be escorting Dr. Sanmer today."

"Yes, sir," the husky said. "I took careful notes during the briefing."

"Surprised your handwriting is legible at times like that. Anyways, please make sure the doctor here," Armitage said, gesturing towards Sanmer, "enjoys his time at SynTech. Have a pleasant day, Dr. Sanmer."

"Thanks!"

The fox jumped from his chair and stood in front of the massive canine-taur, hands on his hips as he gazed up at his keeper for the day. The fox's grin stretched wide as he carefully examined the husky's bulging pecs, his powerful foreleg thighs and calves, the uniform thickness of his dense, deep pelt. The vulpine couldn't help but wag his tail as he looked back over his shoulder at the triceratops behind the desk.

"Thanks again, Chief!"

Armitage waved them away. After the door closed, the large male half-stood from his chair and gripped the edges of his desk with his hands. His hips pounded forward, causing a sudden barrage of noise and whines from under the desk, as the tip of a pale tan pit bull tail wagged furiously against the dinosaur's wrists.

On the other side of the office door, Huskie trotted through the wide, open room of the Security command center, filled with banks of consoles, computers, monitors, and tech, as well as a half-dozen on-duty canines on duty at their stations. Sanmer's gaze, however, was limited to the hindquarters of the thickset husky in front of him. The Securitaur's sac pulled up taut against the back of his hindquarters, perfect spheres each twice the size of the fox's own head. As the taur trotted along, Sanmer could occasionally see the weight of the huge male's sheath swing side to side, pulling down constantly thanks to its heft and the tug of gravity. That was more than enough of a view to satisfy the fox's curiosity - he felt no need to check out the screens on display around him.

As Huskie led the scientist around to various meetings with other scientists, grant writers, department heads, and business consultants, he adjusted somewhat to the white fox's hungry gaze. It was a little unnerving, but the mission-oriented canine tried not to let it bother him. After all, he was used to getting stares when he showed up on the scene. Usually the shocked feeling passed, but the fox's gaze only intensified as they went from office to office, building to building, meeting to meeting.

The Huskie distracted himself during the meetings by checking his equipment strapped to his forelegs and arms. He was on light duty, so only carried a radio and a few other gadgets. He was in the midst of fine-tuning his radio settings towards the end of the last meeting when the fox found him in the hallway.

"Right! That was the last one for the day!" Sanmer said, grinning as he took the lead for the first time, walking in front of the canine towards the bank of elevators at the other end of the executive hallway, high near the top of SynTech Tower. "Thanks for your great work today, Huskie!"

The canine shrugged. He hadn't done much besides let the fox ogle him. Still, there were worse assignments. Huskie followed Sanmer into the elevator after it arrived and scooted over on his haunches, trying not to occupy the entire car. Nevertheless, the huge canine-taur couldn't help but press his flanks up against the fox's backside. He leaned over and used the tip of his black claw to press the button for the main lobby, and after a moment the elevator spun into motion.

Sanmer continued to smile, nonchalantly leaning against the huskytaur's flank as the elevator descended. Huskie waited resolutely, staring ahead at his own reflection in the mirror-finish doors of the elevator.

Until the lights went out and the car thunked to a dead stop. A red light turned on in the corner of the elevator as Huskie reached out a paw and rested it on the scientist's shoulder.

"Elevator must have jammed," he said. "My radio isn't working here. I'll use the call box."

The huskytaur opened the hatch above the button pads and picked up the receiver, but got nothing but static as a response to his queries.

"I'm sorry, sir, it looks like we may be stuck here for a little while," he said after a few moments.

"Wonderful! I mean, terrible! What unfortunate circumstances," the fox said, his voice a purr.

"I'm glad you're staying so calm, sir. There's nothing to... to... achoo!"

The huskytaur's whole body jerked from the sneeze. He shook his head and sniffed the airs, nostrils twitching and spasming.

"Do you... do you smell... something?" he asked, a dazed note causing his voice to drop in pitch.

Sanmer's eyes lidded over as he breathed in deep, already using his paws to pull his lab coat off.

"Oh... that. It's nothing," Sanmer said, grunting as he pulled off the black shirt he wore beneath his lab coat. "That's just the musk enhancer I sprayed into the elevator. Don't worry about it."

"Worry about... worry about... wait, I do need to worry about that!" the huskytaur grunted, trying to get his eyes to open fully. A curious sensation ran down his spine, warming him from inside out as he breathed in deeper, the scent of the fox exciting and fresh even though he'd been following the small male around all day.

"Nah, it's gonna wear off in a couple hours, long before they figure out how to unstick the elevators."

Sanmer tossed his clothes in the corner and stood in front of the half-sitting husky taur full nude and fully aroused. His thick pink cock bobbed in the air as he moved forward, splaying his fingers into the husky's thick, deep pelt around his lower belly, running his claws along the large male's abs.

"Nnnggghhh... that's not... not... nnfff..."

"Shhhh... just relax, hot stuff. Sorry for the sneaking around, but I think mean ol' Cap'n Armitage doesn't like me playing with his toys."

The husky's voice went up a notch as the fox's claws teased their way down his underbelly. Huskie leaned into the corner, gasping for breath as he felt his heat grow, the enhanced olfactory senses drinking in the fox's spicy scent. Combined with the claws tickling their way across his wide, powerful lower body, it was hard for him not to get erect.

The fox's eyes widened a bit as he felt the enormous length prod him. It spilled from the huskie's thick white sheath, falling back and curving against the swell of his underbelly as Huskie rolled completely onto his back, arching his torso forward so that his cock aimed at his upper chest. Sanmer climbed up and straddled the growing shaft, keeping his heels tucked in against the taur's side for stability as he did.

"Oh, this is going to be fuuuun," Sanmer said, his voice oozing with a growing need as he felt the full effects of the same serum he'd delivered to the huskytaur - fair was fair, after all.

The husky's lips pulled back as the fox's silky smooth fur slid up the growing shaft. The vulpine fur contrasted in high def against the husky's onyx shaft, narrow at the pointed tip, wide and powerful in the middle, narrowing back down to the huge, stretching sheath, barely containing the thickness of the knot at the base of the enormous canine's length. Sanmer's grin stretched as his thighs did, spreading as the girth of the huge shaft lifted him higher into the air.

"Hope I didn't bite off more than I can cheoooh!"

A loud growl rang out through the elevator as the husky's white-furred paws wrapped around Sanmer's hips, pushing him down and sliding him up the length, then back down. Sanmer groaned as he felt the throbbing, growing length buck beneath him. He wrapped his arms around the tip and his legs around the middle as Huskie's claws dug into his pelt, tugging him up and down as the canine's huge sac rolled side to side over top of his curled tail.

The canine-taur's demeanor changed slightly. His growl increased in volume as the full effect of the pheromones struck him, activating a primal need deep in his brain. His claws dragged through the fox's fur as he humped his hips, rocking the small male across the thickness of his length. A splurt of clear pre-cum was followed quickly by another and another, and within minutes of groping and stroking the muscular dog's arousal thudded against his long lower belly, lifting the small fox into the air each time.

"Hnnggh... okay, I'm used to this stuff, so just make sure you go... easy!"

The huskytaur's eyes widened as he dragged Sanmer higher up his length, until the fox spread his thighs around the shivering tip, rubbing the fine white fuzz of his inner legs across the warm onyx skin. Sanmer's muzzle opened into an "O" as the tip slid higher, invading under his tail with a precise and accurate strike. The fox's belly bulged a moment later and Huskie let out a satisfied groan, accomplishing his mission - for the moment, at least.

Sanmer's left footpaw twitched as he felt the husky's large hands wrap around his hips, holding him tight, fingers nearly touching as they pushed in on his belly, applying extra pressure to the enormous tip of the canine shaft lodged between his rump cheeks. Those thick hams dimpled even further inwards as the canine shoved him down, grinding another foot or so of fantastically thick arousal inside. Sanmer could only tip his head back and cry out with pleasure as he came, unable to stop the orgasm firing through his spine, tingling his erect shaft and making his balls tighten up with the clench of his whole body around the enormous spear stretching him open. With the big huskytaur's paws gripping at the fox's belly, it wasn't long before the husky pumped the fox right down to the base of the huge length. Sanmer's eyes bulged as he came again for the fifth - no, sixth? - time. His legs draped to either side of the huskytaur's enormous balls as his belly bulged outwards, clearly showing the outline of the immense huskycock. The tip flexed, stretching his white pelt further, showing a visible surge of warm, potent pre-cum. Thanks to the thickness and size of the huskytaur's length, triggered by the reaction to the musk enhancer, most of the thick seed stayed inside the squirming fox's belly.

Huskie whined and moaned, legs kicking and pounding against the sides of the small elevator compartment that prevented him from truly going all out on the tight, warm, clenching fox wriggling on his massive endowment. His knot flared, grinding against the fox's bottom every time Huskie dragged the gasping male down to the root. Again and again he pumped his arms, biceps causing his pelt to splay with the effort. The scent of the fox drove him mad, hardening his already rigid arousal into an unstoppable battering ram. Sanmer's hips stretched, distending, somehow opening for the impossibly thick knot. The vulpine's neck swallowed furiously as his belly bloated outwards towards the elevator doors, somewhat hiding the lewd shape of the fat canine shaft sawing him in half. Huskie tightened his grip, grit his teeth, and closed his eyes, lurching upwards with his hindquarters as he pulled the small male down heavily.

Sanmer's belly ballooned outwards, the only visible sign for the moment the knotting was successful. The husky's claws tightened further around the small male's shoulders as the last few inches of the canine shaft sunk deep. Sanmer's eyes closed as he leaned back, forced to curl his body to match the curve of the huge length pulsing inside of him. His fingers closed around the fur lining the sides of the husky's lower belly, pulling and grasping at it as his stomach swelled, growing larger by the moment, with every lurching thrust of the knotted shaft inside him. Husky's ears went back, eyes closed, teeth bared in bliss as he rocked his arms up and down, grinding the tiny fox over his huge knot, sleeving the male, burying the entire midnight black husky stalk within the stretching male.

Sanmer's stomach distended further. The husky moaned - a dangerous moan. Huskie hadn't even cum and he'd already more than filled Sanmer's belly. The caninetaur's limbs flexed, stiffened, and his grip shifted as his massive cock lurched forward, taking the impaled vulpine with it. Falling forward for a moment, Sanmer found his movement stopped by his own massive, sloshing belly. He sank in, arms flailing as the huge husky's shaft flexed again, pulling him back from his own belly before dropping him back one more time. Huskie used his hands to grab the fox's legs and pull him back, keeping his knot as deep as he could get it for a few last precious seconds before... before...

The husky's lower lip trembled. His flaring nostrils pulled in and his chest expanded. A resounding howl rang out from the enormous taur's chest as he came, his flared knot and massive canine shaft erupting inside the small white vulpine stretched over the impressive length. Sanmer's belly flooded with potent canine spooge, gurgling and sloshing as it flattened against the elevator doors. After a few more pumps, the fox's stretched stomach more than hid the doors entirely and began to wrap around the corners of the small box. The husky whined, high pitched, before shifting into a series of growls as aftershocks deep in the root of his shaft triggered a few more desperate thrusts. He kept cumming, his already significant payload further enhanced by the fox's temporary enhancement. Sanmer's bloated body filled more of the elevator, his white fur soon surrounding and enveloping the husky's four legs. Sanmer's arms stuck out of a ball of fur inflated with gallon upon gallon of sticky, thick taurcum; his head was visible only from the ears up within the rolls of growing flesh rolls. The husky groaned as he felt the massive fox grow larger still, until he could hardly move from the tightness of the fox's distended body around him.

Sanmer's head swam. He tinkered too much this time. Adjusted the formulas too much. In seeking perfection, he'd flown too close to the sun. A satisfied groan erupted from somewhere in the ball of spooge-filled fox as a series of excited wriggles clenched and squeezed, milking the huskytaur constantly, urging a nonstop flood to further compress them into the tiny elevator. The fox's belly stretched into the corners, squaring up to find more room, as the pressure on both increased. A flood of thick white spooge sprayed from the fox's muzzle and backside, slowly filling the elevator and dripping into any gaps between their bodies. The dark red light flashed all the while as the taur's hips squirmed, still trying to hump and thrust against the gurgling white fox.

Just as Huskie was sure he couldn't cum anymore, that his massively fat nuts were as dry as a desert, the car of the elevator lurched. The red light turned off and the regular lights turned on. The husky couldn't see anything, of course, having a face full of massively bloated fox to contend with, but he could feel the jostling around his maleness increase as they descended again. The motion triggered another few last spurts and Huskie groaned, his voice muffled by the thick white fur around his face.

Down in the lobby, Armitage paced back and forth in front of an elevator in the lobby. Several otters in blue jumpsuits carrying tools stood back from the recently-fixed machine.

"Someone definitely hacked the controller device," one of the otters said. "Had to manually override it."

Armitage's left brow shot up.

"I swear, I told that white fox there'd be no shenanigans today!"

The bell signalling the arrival of the lift dinged. Even before the doors opened, a squirt of musky white dripping sprayed through the gap.

"Just wait until I get my hands on that so-called scien-"

The doors to the elevator opened. The otter mechanics dived clear as a tidal wave of what was unmistakably fresh, raw jizz poured free, followed by the rotund, bloated form of Sanmer, who slowly squeezed out through the opening like a large block of gelatin. As his stomach rolled forward, it pulled on the huskytaur's knot, eliciting a series of barks and moans from the huge taur flat on his back in the elevator. The huge belly smacked into the dino, knocking him off his feet and onto his rump in front of the massive wall of spooge-filled vulpine.

"Saaaaannnnmmmeeeer!"

The end