Carry: Stage Three

Carry sighed, sipping on his coffee in one of the most quiet corners of the café he had made the possibly wrong choice to come to: the place was normally very quiet and not all that frequented by tourists and such, but today things seemed to be a bit different. For the same reason that he had decided to enter and hole himself in with a book, meaning the rain that had come barely two minutes after he had sat on one of the booths, a small group of small children with a very tired and very annoyed teacher felt like this was the right place to be. The white dragon felt his heart wince in pain when he saw the fifteen younglings ranging from wolves to foxes to exotic sand lions and even what he guessed was a phoenix sitting next to the one and only taur child of the group and even more so when they failed to obey the teacher’s orders to sit down quietly while the poor peacock bargained with the owner of the shop for some hot chocolate. Just as he thought he could go back to his book and his drink, the children broke into smaller groups and started wandering around, eventually a few of them noticing the only other customer in the entire room and deciding it was time to chat.

He did his best to brave through the onslaught of questions and weird facts about small animals and the city he lived in, most of those facts being mangled beyond anything he knew or remembered given the children’s possible short attention span. Bit by bit, cup of chocolate after cup of chocolate, the exhausted teacher managed to gather the entire class, apologizing as much as someone that had just dragged those devils for three different parks alone could. Carry gave the woman a nod and did not press any further, much to her heart’s content. Unfortunately for the white dragon, even then he could not really relax since his own company had just arrived in the form of a slightly wet own and a slightly wetter lizard. Before he could say anything they took the attention of the bee girl behind the counter and ordered their stuff and only then did they sit in front of Carry. Immediately the dragon’s eyes were drawn to the herm lizard’s shirt, letting him notice that she was more than just a little wet, enough for him to see her nipples through the thin shirt. Carry blushed, looking away as he pointed at Violet’s body. She looked down and shrugged.

“There are kids here!” Carry whispered, now looking at Darren for some form of support. The owl followed his friend’s finger where it pointed, saw his girlfriend’s shirt, smiled and kissed her, one of his hands groping the soft mound of flesh just as the waiter came to bring them their order. The bee froze for a moment before shooting the three of them a glare coupled with a soft buzz that only kind of managed to get Darren and Violet out of each other’s embrace. Carry blushed hard enough for his cheek scales to turn a light pink and cover his face with the menu that had been left there before. “What the hell are you doing? Do you want to get us kicked out of this place?” He whispered again, his heart thumping with a bit of shame and embarrassment for being so close to the two lovers who clearly had no regards for his opinion.

“Oh, come on Carry… it’s just a kiss and a quick grope.” Violet smiled, leaning into the owl by her side gently, allowing the dragon some rest.

“Yeah, but the waitress is angry at you and I really don’t want to be kicked out while it’s raining.” Carry huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Hello by the way and yes, I’m doing good right now, thanks for asking.” Another angry glare, this time from him.

“Wow, you really are the old Carry… no one would get this worked up because of a kiss and some nipples.” Darren chuckled, looking at his friend from various angles as he tried to figure out something.

“What do you mean ‘the old Carry’? I have always been me.”

“Well you did fuck Darren so hard he walked funny for days afterwards, not to mention the other day you were the one that opened the door naked and suggested we go for drinks without taking a shower first…” Violet smiled even more, almost making a grin while she stared into the white dragon’s eyes as if they had been locked together. Carry blushed even more, and shushed them as hard as he could, placing a finger on the lizard’s lips before she could say anything else.

“Please please for the love of all that is good… don’t mention that stuff…” The blush deepened.

“Why? We had so much fun!” Darren frowned, leaning back while his right hand moved to the Violet’s groin, hovering around that area before plopping down and squeezing. The herm moaned ever so softly as the bulge in her pants swelled and made her pants tent. “I can’t exactly forget just how good you tasted or how much cum you….”

“SSSSSHhshhhshs!!!” Carry vaulted over the table and almost jammed his fist inside Darren’s beak, attracting more attention because of this than any word the owl might have said to him. The kids on the other side of the café stopped to look at him before remembering about the warm drinks in their cups. Carry cursed himself and sunk into his seat, almost covering his entire body with the menu, or attempting to anyways. “Don’t say that… it’s embarrassing… and before you say anything: yes, I remember every moment of it so please, please do not make me remember.”

“All right we will let this drop for the moment.” Violet nodded, earning herself a ‘thank you’ and a long sigh from the whited dragon in front of her. “So how was the breeding mount? Had the chance to use it yet?” Carry froze all over again and sunk into his seat, his face and muzzle on the verge of turning pink.

“No.” His word was close to a tiny whisper but it was enough to let the two grinning lovers to hear it all the same.

“Well when you do, call us.” Darren leaned back, sighing with pleasure as he drank his coffee and munched on the cookies that had just come. “No seriously, I will get off work and drive to your place the moment you tell me you’re ready for that because you still have not let us see how you look when you get to that point and I want to see the mess you make.” Carry put all of his attention to the cup in his hands, attempting to shift the heat in his face to the cup and, had he managed to do it, the coffee might just get to boiling point again. “I seriously want to see how big, how hard and how horny you get.” The owl let out a quiet moan himself as his mind ran wild with thoughts and fantasies, his cock hardening inside his pants. Violet did not miss this, her nostrils flaring to take in the scent of a horny male barely rising above the fragrance of food and caffeine in the air. Her hand moved to his groin just like his had done before and groped, sneaking inside his pants a moment later to knead, tug and tease the swelling shaft. “I can’t wait…”

“Come on guys… you know I don’t like you doing that stuff or talking about sex in public.”

“Your other side might disagree considering that you have almost fucked me while we were at the bar the other day.” Violet licked her lips with a kind of hunger that the sweets in her plate could not sate. “Taking out your cock while I was sitting in your lap and drinking was quite the naughty move. A pity you did not choose to let us see how big you get in the next form.”

“I-I… I told you it takes time!” Carry slumped in his seat, far too exhausted by the constant teasing about his body and the mysterious powers that he had gained all of a sudden to fight the horny couple any more. “You know that I have to spend an hour just to get to the second stage, the next takes even more time.”

“How much? We can wait, we told you.” Darren took another sip and started shoving cookies in his beak.

“It can’t be that long. Imagine: you start to transform, we fuck in the meantime as you keep growing, then we fuck till your balls are empty in that stage and when you’re tired, you do that rune-thingy and we fuck even more while you change again until you’re done… get the gist of it?” Violet murred, her lips thinned as she grinned even more than before. Suddenly Carry bit his tongue as he felt the lizard’s toes press against his groin, her shoes on the floor. He looked around nervously to try and see if the waitress had caught them but the horny herm pressed on his cock a bit harder and it responded, growing and swelling in his pants to match hers and Darren’s own throbbing shafts. The white dragon hissed, her skilled digits kneading, teasing and prodding harder and harder until he felt his pants become too tight to be comfortable.

“Alright! I will call you when I decide to do it… please let me drink my coffee in peace now…” Carry hissed again, the herm lizard not yet letting him go as she calmly chewed on her snacks like she was not giving the dragon a secret footjob beneath the table. Her toes traced the shape of his cock, gently teasing the fat balls hiding beneath it, her mind going back to the time the male in front of her was not quite as male but definitely packing far more than he did at the moment. In the end she let him go and put her shoes back on, everything returning to how it was before save for the feast of throbbing cocks hiding under their pants and one almost panting dragon trying to get his breathing in check. Darren on the other end was not as worried or even as concerned, his hand had not stopped stroking his naughty lizard’s own maleness for the whole time her attention had been focused on the dragon, both their pants now bearing a musky dark spot where their tips were. “Why did I ever think of telling you my secret? I could have saved myself so much trouble.” Carry huffed, his heart slowing down a bit.

“Because it’s too good a gift to hog all for yourself and because, beneath your embarrassed façade, you actually like showing off your big fat cock.” Darren chuckled, his words more suited for a sultry escort in a club than a well-dressed owl that owned his own shop. Maybe this was why they carried even more weight than they had the right to. “And because you like to see us sniffing your nuts as you cum.”

“Ok, ok, I get it… jeez…” Carry looked everywhere but the eyes of his friends to pretend his thoughts had not been steering in that direction for a good while. Despite Violet having pulled back, he was still just as hard and just as dripping as before, his cock leaking spurt after spurt of musky precum in his pants. The embarrassment was almost enough to make the wonderful memories fade away. Almost, but not quite enough. “You’re way too horny to trust with these things.”

“Do you have anyone else that is close to you that is also willing to get on their knees and straight up suck your cock?” Darren grinned as wide as he could, making the dragon sigh heavily. “I mean, I doubt anyone would be willing not to do that given how juicy it is but if you want to try and go out all by yourself and test your luck with some random people you’re free to go.” Again that wicked, naughty, lewd smile made Carry question his entire life and his decision to make friends with such a perverted guy. Then again, neither had had any questions about his other side after he had come clean, or rather, no other question outside the area of ‘can I suck it?’ or ‘can you fuck me with it?’.

“Fine, fine, I get it.” Carry let his head hung low for a moment, hiding the fact that he was just as aroused and excited about the prospects as the two in front of him, maybe even more since he actually knew what he could do in that new, yet to be shown form. “It will take 24 hours from when I text you so remember to set an alarm.”

“Why not just call us when you’re ready?” Violet frowned and stared in confusion at her friend until a lightbulb lit up in her head. “Ooooh I see… it must be really hard to concentrate for you, you poor thing.” Her hand caressed his cheek, letting her feel the heat of his embarrassment while her nose picked up the scent of his bubbling lust. With a quick swipe her fingers traced the outline of the rune on his muzzle, bringing about a soft, protracted, needy moan that was almost caught by the rest of the café patrons. Only the waitress shot them a glance before having to get back to tend to the kids making a ruckus.

“Whhhyyyy?” Carry bit his lips, hurriedly getting his coat on just in time to hide the first hints of his blossoming chest, two perky nubs making the shirt tent and stretch as they grew and filled. From an A cup to a C cup in seconds, the white dragon lost his frown and slowly felt a smile form on his muzzle and when he looked down at his friends, his previous embarrassment was already starting to wane. “Oh you naughty lizard… I should really punish you for that.” Carry sighed and leaned back, still covered up, dragging his coat lower, now to hide the other growing bits. “It’ll make going back home a huge bother.” Violet and Darren smiled.

“It was just to make sure you’d agree with us and to make this happen quickly.”

“Just because I’m shifting does not mean I will agree with just about any lewd idea you come up with, you should know that.” Carry’s eyes flashed for but a moment with the lights of a car passing on the street outside the café, giving him even more of an otherworldly look on top of his morphing figure. His horns straightened ever so slightly as his scent became much thicker and much more virile, sending the two lovers squirming in their seats, overpowering the sweetness of the cookies around them. “I know it’s not much of a punishment but I will make you wait more, just to have you understand I am the one that makes the rules around here.” He leaned in and whispered in Violet’s ears. “The day after tomorrow I will probably send you a message, until then, you might want to start making some warmup exercises to be ready when the time comes.”

The white dragon grinned, gave the two a peck on their lips and then turned around, his pants straining as his package swelled. As much as his libido was growing, kids were around and even that was too much for him to bear. He paid, took his umbrella from the older next to the door and bolted out of the café, leaving behind his friends who sniffed the air for the last hints of his musk under the confused gaze of the bee girl behind the counter.

Carry rushed out on the street, faster and faster, his clothes both tighter and slightly wetter as rain washed over him, slowly revealing his blossoming body, the growing mounds of his breasts and the far lewder and sizeable bulge in his pants to the point he could feel his cock rub pleasantly against his inner thigh. He almost broke into a run just before he reached the building he lived in, catching the elevator out of sheer luck and slamming the door to his apartment as soon as he could. Before he could even get his lights on, the dragon fumbled to take off his clothes, tossing them on the floor all over the place until he was naked and panting, his cock swelling one last time to full mast, throbbing with eagerness at the prospect of what was about to come and the promises of pleasure further ahead. However, his hands did not reach for the half a metre worth of ebony shaft, nor for the twitching melon-sized nuts still filling just beneath it, nor for the twin mounds of soft squishy titflesh, instead they moved to his muzzle, hovering above the rune that had been swiped just half an hour before.

She was tempted to touch them again, to throw herself into the next stage immediately, but she held on and waited, her hands moving to her nipples, teasing the stiff black nubs sitting atop her white breasts, DD cups worthy of any pornstar out there and pinched. Carry moaned as loud as she could, her knees wobbling as she toyed with her still swelling chest and brought herself to a messy orgasm right then and there, rope after rope after thick rope of alabaster cum splattering on the floor, on the walls and on the clothes laying beneath her feet. Carry smiled to herself, stumbling to her bedroom while her cock still fired spurts of seed here and there, a messy trail of lust, one that renewed itself in strength and only grew more potent when the next burst of growth made the two churning orbs refill almost instantly and coaxed the dragon into stopping and rubbing her horse-like cock. She slammed her chest against the wall, sandwiching her shaft in between the hard surface and her breasts, the warmth of his flesh seeping back into her own body bringing her to another quick orgasm, this time the splatters of seed hitting her chin and the upper part of the wall only to rain down and leave more messy trails of cum. She curled against the wall, her rump high in the air as she welcomed her cock in her mouth, slathering the thick flare with saliva and precum, her lips stretched over the blunt tip of her shaft, her throat swallowing wads of pre while part of that ebony tool was wrapped once more around her breasts. She laid on the floor, her legs bent just enough so that she could put her cock in between her talons, her feet pumping the fat length up and down until her balls squealed with pleasure and let her seed rain upon her, splattering on the floor all around her like a lewd fountain. She used both her hands to tease her flare, squeezing it, jamming one finger or two inside the bubbling cum pipe as she aimed it at the mirror in the hallway and coated it in yet another layer of fresh lust.

It took her half an hour to get from the café to her house and another half to get from the entrance of the apartment to the bedroom that was just a dozen or so metres away. Every time she came, she would moan, the air around her would turn a little hotter, a little more heavy with musk, sweat and lust, every time she came she painted the walls and every surface but the ceiling above in wave after wave after wave of pearly white seed as well as herself until her muzzle was dripping with it. When she opened the door, the last few changes settled in, the rush of pleasure not yet gone but her mind slowly reeling back from that bomb that Violet had set off in her brain and her loins. Carry licked her lips as her eyes fell on the breeding mount that she had installed in her bedroom, a couple metres away from her bed, a bad that had been crushed beneath the weight of something massive and big, the legs shattered and the mattress torn by claws that were far bigger than what she possessed. A sense of pride and again mounting lust washed over the white dickgirl, her cock throbbing back to full mast even after it had spilled litres of cum all over the place in the growth rush. She smiled to herself, one last spurt of white travelling from her swollen flare until it landed on the hole at the bottom of the breeding mount, making it look as if the item itself was oozing with lust, beckoning the dragon to come and try it out. She could not wait an entire day, she didn’t even want to. Carry took a deep breath and swiped the rune a second time, the growth that had just stopped resuming within moments, her body swelling with newfound pleasure, even more than before as her limbs started to thicken still and lengthen. She didn’t even try to hide her owl of pleasure nor send her friends the message she had promised them, that one would wait, her body wouldn’t.

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The apartment was silent for the most part, no one was moving around and the lights were off. The first sound came from the door, a couple of innocent knocks that slowly turned a little more insistent as no reply came to those on the outside.

“Carry? Are you there?” Darren’s voice echoed in the hallway, through the wooden door and into the white dragon’s apartment, and yet there was still no answer. The owl knocked again, a little stronger, rattling the doorframe ever so slightly.

“Come on Darren, get the spare keys, she might be asleep after transforming or something.”

“Oh yes, that’s a good idea.” The knocking stopped and was replaced by the sound of someone shuffling through a bag, then by keys rattling and then, finally, by the lock turning. The moment the door was cracked open, just a couple of centimetres, a gust of air from the inside barreled out of the apartment, blasting the two standing in front right in their faces with a musk so immensely thick and dense that they almost fell on their asses. “Holy… mmmmhh.” Darren leaned on the wall with one arm, shuffling in his pants as his already hard cock stiffened even more and started oozing even more precum, the dark, lewd spot on his leg growing almost as fast as Violet’s. The herm lizard hissed, her nostrils flaring, leading her towards that small crack, taking in deep whiffs of the scent of sex and salt in the air, her own cock aching hard, her vent quivering with need around the toy she had jammed inside and had forgotten to take out in the rush to get to their friend’s place. “That’s… that’s lovely…” Darren quietly looked around before opening the zipper of his pants and freeing his shaft from their tight confines, followed suit by Violet, the two lovers’s cocks standing stiff in front of them, in public, dripping clear droplets of precum on the floor.

“Let’s… let’s get in.” The lizard’s heart thumped madly, maybe it was because she was almost naked in a public place, maybe it was because of the heady, confusing scent in the air that was making her feel weak in the knees, maybe it was the anticipation, possibly a lewd mix of all three things. Still, the two opened the door fully, somehow even more musk came out and forced them to rush inside and close the entrance or else the entire place might start to know what was going on in the white dragon’s apartment. “Oh hell yes…” The moment the lights were switched on, Violet’s cock made a little throb in her pants, a bigger spurt of precum staining the already ruined fabric a little more. The entire apartment reeked of sex, cum and sweat as if an entire orgy had been raging for days inside of it: every surface was coated with layers of cum, some still warm, the floor bore puddles of the gooey stuff here and there, not even the ceilings had been spared such a fate. The two took off their shoes and the first step they did ended up in the first of many puddles of warm spunk, the stuff sticking to scales and talons alike as their cocks throbbed and added small drops of pre in the vast sea of lust that spread before their eyes. “Carry, you in?” Violet bit her lips, her hands moving towards her cock to stroke it, the insanely thick musk taking her close to a sudden orgasm far too soon. Darren simply stood there, shivering, moaning and sniffing the air as if just breathing could bring him past his peak and into a quivering mess. Judging by the throbs of his shaft and the way his chest rose and sunk, one might not be mistaken. There was a loud snap and a louder moan come from the end of the corridor. “Carry?”

“MMmmm… hold… hold on a second…” The voice was one they had become familiar with, undeniably Carry’s but higher pitched, far more female than it had the right to be if one did not know what the white dragon could do. There was a pause for a few moments, another snap and the entire place rattled as something huge and heavy fell on the floor. “C-c-coming… in a sec!” Darren and Violet could hear the tremble in her voice from the other end of the apartment. Either she meant she would come to them or that she was just about to justify the snap they had heard a moment before. “Fffffffuck!”

There was another snap and a crack, then something that made the two standing at the entrance blush even more than they already were. The lewd, loud splats that no one could mistake for anything else other than a messy orgasm continued for seconds that never seemed to end, one after the other until the door to the dragon’s bedroom opened and small waterfall of thick, fresh, warm spunk spilled out. The stench of sex in the air thickened yet again, the musky haze almost palpable, definitely dense enough to be tasted on the lizard’s tongue instead of merely being able to be smelled.

As the flow of cum halted and the puddles stopped growing and spreading, a single massive paw sneaked out of the door the flood had come from, splashing in the thick layer of cum coating the floor, then a second one just a moment after. The two waited with their hearts beating madly in their chests as the white dragon calmly walked out of her bedroom. Carry had to bend her upper torso down in order to simply get out of the door, her horns far too high for her to do it any other way and as she did so, her tits swung freely beneath her. Violet gulped as she laid her wide eyes on those massive mounds of white scales and flesh, the sheer size of them making every other taur she had seen in her life pale in comparison. Each of the two HH cup mounds jiggled and wobbled, perky but oh so soft-looking, dripping with white all over, small rivers of it running over their curves only to fall below to join the frothy lake of lust. Muscles rippled beneath that layer of white scales, bundles of steel wire worthy of a goddess, the pristine coat interrupted only by the blackness of her claws and the bands surrounding her horns and her arms. Three bands, proof that what they were seeing was actually the next stage and not a dream, the thick musk only cementing the sight of the dragontaur calmly walking towards them. However, not even the two delicious mounds of titflesh could distract the two from looking lower and lower until they met the cause of the mess around them. What was already a fat, massive cock that was worthy of the biggest pornstars had become outrageously big: it swung left and right with every step she made, oozing white every couple of seconds, perfectly timed with the throbs of the ebony flesh, sagging under its own massive weight, almost scraping against the floor, the immense flare expanding and contracting like a living being the size of the dragon’s own face.

“Hello dears, enjoyed the show?” Carry smiled, cocking her hips slightly towards her left, the simple action of moving sideways let the two peek between her hindlegs, their eyes widening yet again at the size of their friend’s swollen balls. Darren gulped, desperately trying to find some item to make a comparison with the two swaying orbs that twitched and sloshed loud enough for him to hear them churn and work on new loads, but the only thing he could think of were ripe watermelons sold at the market. They were too big, too heavy to be anything else. “Sorry for the sudden message but I thought I should make you pay a little for your prank.” She smiled some more, her lower limbs unable to stand still for more than a couple of seconds, every jiggly bit stuck to her body swaying freely. The taur’s upper hands reached for her breasts, holding the twin mounds steady, tracing the line of her fat, stiff nipples.

“Carry… you… wha… you look…” Darren felt every word he was trying to say crowd in his throat and make a messy knot right where no know should have been present, his eyes darting from his friend’s tits, to her body that towered over him to her balls to her cock to her… everything. He drank in the sight of her like the most expensive wine there was, his own cock achingly hard, on the verge of an orgasm he knew would be one of the best of his life just by staring at her and smelling her heady musk.

“I look what honey?” She bent her upper torso lower until their eyes met, the dragontaur’s tits swaying under her chest once again. “Do I look good or do I look absolutely amazing?” Carry smiled, a broad, wicked smile as her tongue sneaked out of her mouth and stole a lick from his cheeks. “Mmmmhh…” She kissed him, right as his girlfriend watched, the lizard too drunk on her musk to be able to move or say something, merely standing still and starting as the taur shoved her tongue down the owl’s throat and made him moan like a bitch in heat. “Oh…. Ffffffuck…” Suddenly the dragontaur started shaking, her muscles twitching as her limbs swayed, seemingly unable to hold her up, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Carry hissed, grabbing on the owl, making his head sink into the valley of her tits, thick jets of creamy milk squirting from her fat nipples as she squeezed her breasts around his face and held him steady, her cock twitching madly, the flare expanding and swelling. “Shitshitshitshit…” The dragontaur bit her lips and stepped forward, her thick forelimbs resting on the first wall she could reach, making her stand higher, her horns hitting the ceiling, her cock bobbing heavily beneath her belly like a lewd dripping pendulum, her balls matching the swaying just before they heaved upwards and shrunk ever so slightly. “FFFFuck.”

Carry threw her head back as her cock fired the first shot of pearly white cum, her tip flaring one more time just before the thick blast splattered against Darren’s lower body, coating the entirety of it in just one single spurt which was followed by a second and a third, then a fourth, each massive, each just as thick and just as long as the one that came before. The splatters of seed were the only think that could be heard in the entire apartment, not even the moans of the taur nor the ones of the owl as the thickened stench of sex and the warmth covering his legs and crotch made him cum hands-free, held high above ground, his head sunk in between two soft mounds of titflesh, milk running in warm rivers on his back. Over and over Darren came, his seed lost in the deluge of dragontaur spunk, carried away to add to the massive pool that had formed from just the first two ten-second long spurts. Violet was not left behind as Carry forcefully dragged her beneath her belly, her face immediately blasted with her seed as that metre worth of dragon cock twitched madly as it unloaded more and more and more cum. The lizard felt herself come like she had never done before without even touching herself, just like her boyfriend, her hands far too busy roaming the throbbing ebony flesh of the mammoth cock bathing her entire body in frothy whiteness, her tongue darting to steal lick after lick of that breeding pillar, the taste of it sizzling on her tongue like fireworks: salty, stronger than any other cock she had sucked before, harder, thicker, bigger and muskier as well. Her snout was planted on the upper part of that fat flare, her mouth glued to the cum pipe, her throat dancing as her stomach filled fast. The bulge of her belly was hidden by the rivers of cum she could simply not swallow fast enough, splattering on her own breasts and bathing her spurting shaft in warm fluids. The two could do nothing but wait for the taur to stop coming, to stop shivering and to stop holding them hostage, their bodies almost entirely coated in white by the time the very last spurt left those twitching cum factories.

Darren was let down on the ground nearly two minutes after he had been picked up, a dumb smile plastered on his face, his cock softening after he had spilled every last drop of seed in that single messy orgasm, his feathers glued to his skin by layer upon layer of warm dragotaur cum while Violet was nudge aside so that the massive beast could lower herself as well and not crush her beneath the still erect and still twitching cock.

“Mmmmmhhh that was lovely… best one yet…” Carry smiled, acting as if she had not spilled several litres of seed all over her best friends, stretching her limbs like one would do after a light jog. “Sorry for the sudden move, but… well… take a look.” As the two still tried to reel their brains in from the high they had just hit, the taur turned around, her balls swinging left and right like lewd wrecking balls clad in black scales and lifted her tail upwards. “Had a little… accident… because you startled me by coming inside before I was ready.” She giggled as, just beneath the thick tail, beneath the puffy black tailhole, a big dildo buzzed, crammed as deep as it could go inside a plump pussy that had not been there before. Darren’s cock rose to life the second his eyes fell on that new addition, his nose taking in the sweet, tantalizing scent of a female that he had somehow missed before so concentrated he had been on the utterly male musk hiding it. “I was experimenting a bit.” Carry chuckled, her tail curling so that she could spread the lips of her muff a bit wider, letting the two see the pretty pink of her insides, the stark contrast with the pure white of her body and the ebony black of the rest of her sack and cock made the juicy organ appear like a jewel. It quivered as the toy hummed, the vibration sending a different deluge of lust oozing out of that passage, a constant trickle of female lust bathing the back of the taur’s balls. “C-can someone take it out?” Carry blushed, her tail waving left and right erratically as she failed to stand still on the spot as the toy jammed in her muff gave off angry buzzing sounds. “I can’t… really do that on my own…”

She smiled, a wry embarrassed smile, trying to demonstrate her problem by curling her tail and attempting to grab the slick dildo but only managing to get it a bit deeper, the plump lips of her passage almost completely swallowing the damn thing. Darren was in no shape of getting on his feet at the moment, too busy babbling about tits and soft pillows, therefore the burden fell on Violet, who shakily stood up and walked right beneath the taur’s tail and gently pulled out that dildo out. Fluids gushed out freely, bathing the lizard in fruity lust as inch after inch of buzzing silicone was extracted and eventually tossed on the ground.

“Holy…” Violet gulped, her head swimming in a cloud of potent musk and sweet arousal, her own muff aching after the encounter with Carry’s mammoth cock, her own shaft throbbing madly at the mere sight of such a puffy, swollen cunt. The magnetic and explosive combination that were two horny herms in the same room was never to be underestimated. Violet herself had been in that situation several times before, more than a few of those times Darren had been there with her, but this time, it was different. “Your pussy is so… pretty.” She could not take her eyes off her friend’s backside, moving erratically between the fat balls sloshing with god only knew how many loads of pure white left and to the beckoning passage just above them. It was a pink gem in between ebony walls that rippled with desire. It was perfect.

“Than-thanks?” Carry did not know how to answer: pretty was not the word she had expected to hear regarding the new bits she had grown. “Be geeeeeenntllllle…”

The warning she was about to give the lizard fell on deaf ears as a scaly hand touched the lips of her pussy, feeling the soft flesh both give in and resist her touch. It was plump, big and leaking gooey strands of lust every second, enough to bathe the fat herm balls swaying beneath it. Violet touched it again, her own cock aching to get crammed inside it so hard it almost hurt, the pheromones wafting from that vent so strong and so enticing. The lizard mewled and then simply pressed her face against Carry’s lips and stared rubbing her snout on the it, making the huge herm taur shiver and moan loudly. Lust oozed in even greater amount, the insanely taut lips winking at the one touching them, beckoning the smaller herm into shoving everything of hers inside and Violet fell for that temptation even if just a little. As two digits entered that passage, Carry almost came, the feeling of something truly alive touching her depths, warm and wiggling in ways the thick dildo couldn’t even dream of doing, the strong walls clamping down on the digits, making the hyper pussy feel even tighter than it already was.

“P-please… take them out… it’s ssssssuper ssssensitive… mmmmmhhh!” As Violet ignored Carry’s pleas, she wiggled her fingers a little harder until the taur’s pussy squeezed on them even mor as the white beast came a little, fluids gushing from that pink hole and cum spurting over and over from the titanic ebony shaft hiding below her belly. One of her hindlegs hiked up and started kicking the air as if she was getting a bad itch scratched, making every jiggly bit sway freely. “Ssssorry…” Carry pushed Violet away, her legs shaking as she rode that little orgasm through, her cock bouncing left and right, firing spurts of thick seed all over the place. “I’m still not used to… that…” Carry gulped loudly, watching her friend smell her fingers and then lick them clean of her fluids, the lizard’s eyes closing as she tasted and relished the potent flavour of her liquid lust.

“That is the tightest pussy I have ever seen in my entire life…” Violet spoke with a hunger in both her voice and her eyes, her cock throbbing with the anger of someone that had been denied the most coveted of prizes. “It’s so fucking tight and so fucking soft and plump and tight and fucking amazing please let me fuck you pleasepleaseplease!” The last sentence sped up more and more until all the lizard was saying was an endless stream of pleas towards the rather shocked hermtaur.

“Uhm… I don’t know Violet…” Carry frowned, conflicted. Her backside felt as if it was on fire every second, the buzzing still lingering in every inch of her passage, aching for something to plug it, fill it over and over again. Just that touch from her friend had made her nearly cum on the spot, the stimulation far too great to be bearable and yet she craved for that touch again and wanted to feel sensations a thousand times more powerful than that. That moment in which her body had clamped on those two lonely digits, Carry felt every single detail of Violet’s fingers, her passage so tight she felt as if that dildo had been crammed into her once again. The memory of something that had happened barely a minute before made her moan, made her cock throb and that neglected pussy ache for more.

“Come on big girl. I promise I’ll fuck you nice and hard.” The horny herm lizard walked up to her friend, but instead of aiming for the goal she clearly had in mind, Violet sneaked to the front, right at eye level with Carry’s tits. The lizard’s hands darted for the two fat nipples capping those immense HH mounds and then grabbed them. Squirts of milk thick as fingers spilled forth from those nubs the moment Violet pulled and pinched ever so slightly, bathed in creamy goodness, her mouth opening to swallow the virtual rain of milk with glee. Whether it was some magic property of whether that simple act of milking such massive tits made her grow even more hard, the herm lizard felt as if she had not cum in weeks, her shaft leaking precum in fat beads, her balls screaming for her to empty them inside anything warm and slick. “Please girl… I’ll let you fuck me in return until Darren gets back on his feet.” Violet stood on the tips of her toes, her tongue teasing the black nipples that still hosed her entire front with whiteness, her throat dancing up and down as more and more of it was swallowed, adding to the already plentiful meal of warm spunk she had downed before. Carry hesitated, but every second her tits were played with and the rest of her was left alone made her feel hotter and hotter until she just could not bear it anymore.

“Ok I-I guess…”

Carry blushed again but even as she blushed, she turned around and lifted her tail up again, strands of lust connecting the thickest part of that limb to her muff, dripping on the floor to join the puddle that standing still had caused to form. Violet felt herself cum just a bit from that lewd show, both impossibly innocent and impossibly arousing: the outright criminal shyness of someone who was clearly a virgin and yet had the sex appeal of a pornstar, a cock to make the biggest taurs she had ever seen in movies only added to the charm of such an inviting pussy. Violet ran to the dragontaur’s closet and dragged out the small ladder she knew was there and dragged it behind the fat rump of her friend, climbed it and paused, admiring the view in front of her. Her hips twitched, the lizard’s shaft sliding over the lips of Carry’s muff, barely an inch in and immediately slipping out coated in that same fruity stuff that oozed from it. Carry moaned, the heat of the hermcock she had felt for a mere instant already felt like too much, her pussy winking ever so slightly, her own shaft aching, flaring even more as her cum factories hummed with the desire to be emptied.

Violet teased her friend, spreading the lips of that plump muff with the tip of her cock over and over, relishing the sounds of the big taur moan and beg after the heat reached boiling point, the air almost too densely packed with musk, so much that Darren’s own erection had returned and oozed precum even though he was still passed out on the floor covered in milk and cooling spunk. However, as much as the herm lizard enjoyed the teasing, her own body could not wait that much and her hips twitched again, just as she was prodding the deep, pink passage. The two herms squealed, one feeling the heat, the tightness and the slick warmth of such a perfect pussy, the other feeling an entire live cock crammed to the base inside herself. Carry clamped down on it, her walls so sensitive she could make out the shape and texture of that cock, she could feel the blood rushing through it and every single drop of precum it spilled inside her. Violet crossed her eyes, slumping over the taur’s back, her tits squished on the strong thick scales, hugging the tail for support as she simply laid there, waiting for the grip to fade. Carry came a little again, a waterfall of female lust bathing her friend’s chest and lower body, her cock firing another volley of cum on Darren’s face to add to the messy look he had. Fighting against the vice that was the taur’s muff and her own desire to simply stay there and bask in that amazing feeling, Violet bit her lips and started pulling back, slowly but surely, leaving a behind a void that Carry wanted to go away immediately.

As the herm lizard picked up the pace, bit by bit, inch after inch, she managed to coax the herm taur into letting her cock go and allowing it to do its job. Violet panted, far too engrossed in the feeling of being able to cram her sizeable length all the way to the base with such ease, bottoming out and still having room to play with to notice that Carry’s leg had hiked up once again and was kicking the air like a dog getting their belly scratched. This made the dragontaur massive balls sway madly, colliding with the lizard’s whenever she slammed every last inch of herself into the plump pussy, over and over again, every now and then the smaller pair hitting the hidden clit nestled between those black lips.

Every single time it happened, Carry mewled, her tits squirting milk from the insane pleasure that rocked her very core like thunder, her balls churning with load upon load of fresh breeding batter that only ended up being spilled and coating the babbling owl. The immensely fat flare throbbed, swelling a bit more to plug a non-existent cunt, attempting to breed the very air that now felt so dense from the musk the two herms produced it might just have succeeded. The floor was turned into a steaming swamp of cum, pre and creamy milk as the taur came over and over again without end, litres of spunk wasted, her hands reaching for the two massive tits to squeeze, grope and knead. Carry opened her mouth and latched onto one of her nipples, her tongue swirling around the fat nub as she drank freely, her muff slowly filled with precum as the lizard slammed her hips faster and faster against her just as plump ass. Violet breathed deeply, her lungs set aflame by the effort she was putting into giving her friend every single last drop she had in her sack and by the lack of oxygen in the heavily musk-laden air. It was perfect and she didn’t want to stop, so she didn’t, not even when she felt herself come and start filling the tight passage with spurts of fresh herm spunk. Carry felt that just as strongly if not even more, each single shot making her spill one of her own, the ebony cock swelling under the massive load it was letting out, each single drop captured by the sensitive walls of her passage just as she caught every throb and every twitch of the fat cock still scraping her insides. Violet howled and came again, her first orgasm still going strong as the pressure and the insane pleasure triggered a second one almost too fast, the lizard’s orbs heaving endlessly to try and match the frankly inhuman output of her bigger lover. Carry felt her eyes roll to the back of her head, one of her front paws reaching for her cock, stroking it, squeezing the dinner plate-sized flare, aiming it at everything that was in front of her and coating the walls in new fresh loads of white batter. Standing shakily on three limbs, struggling to stay still, the dragon taur jacked herself off while the lizard mounting her held on to her tail as her own orgasm trickled down and eventually stopped.

Violet felt her strength leave her body, every ounce of energy she had had been poured into those heavenly orgasms and slowly slipped off, her cock softening and letting a deluge of frothy cum spill forth to bathe her balls in a different kind of fluid. Carry, despite still riding the high of her pleasure from both of her sexes, found some strength to catch her lover and slumped to the ground with her, taking the lizard to her front and presenting her tits. Violet licked her lips and latched on to the left nipple, her throat dancing up and down, full of milk once more, her legs bathed in the last dregs of the herm taur’s cum. The two sat there, one finally able to rest, her stomach refilled and the other with her balls finally empty. For the moment at least.

“What… what did I miss?” Just as Carry’s shaft spilled the very last finger-thick rope of pearly white cum onto the floor, Darren blinked, his hands lazily moving around his body to scrape the dozens of layers of spooge he had been coated with, fumbling to get his bearings together. When he opened his eyes fully, he gulped, swallowing a thick wad of cum and felt his cock spurt a little precum at the sight of his girlfriend and the biggest, most hung taur he had ever seen kissing and making out like the world was about to end or maybe the fate of it rested on how desperately they made out. One of the two. Tongues coiled around each other in endless loops, neither winning for more than a handful of seconds, hands groped and squeezed each other’s tits, one herm able to fully contain one pair of soft mounds in her palm, the other practically sinking into it as milk spilled in far less thick streams. “Can I join?” Darren’s quiet voice reached the two, who, still not stopping in their quest to win the longest kiss of the world, grabbed the owl, dragged him closer and kept going around his cock. “Oh fuck.” The owl felt two tongues and two mouths surround his shaft, one side even smothered in soft titflesh, the warm breaths washing over his sensitive cock and his balls. Attacked on two fronts, Darren lasted but a handful of minutes before his tip gushed and spilled a few cups of fresh spunk onto his partners’ scaly muzzles. “No seriously what did I miss?”

“Oh, just the tightest, most amazing pussy in the entire world Darren.” Violet smirked, making sure her boyfriend would understand she had the one who had topped the other. “Maybe don’t faint like that next time.”

“Well maybe don’t assault me like that!” Darren blushed, crossing his arms in protest. “Guys don’t normally get buried under a mountain of tits that way often so forgive me for enjoying it a bit too much.” While his slight anger was justified, the fact that the owl was still hard and still leaking made that fall rather short and feel very out of place.

“Sorry dear.” Carry smiled, licking her friend’s face, her breath reeking of milk and the spunk she had just swallowed. “You’ll get to fuck me first next time.”

“Really?” Darren’s cock twitched, making the two herms chuckle and hug him a little tighter.

“Of course.” The hermtaur kissed him before standing up and stretching her limbs, giving the two a show of her jiggly bits all over again. “Say, I am starving and I think I ate everything in this place while I was transforming. How about a burger?” Carry purred, slowly making her way to her bedroom where she tossed on the side the broken remains of the mounting stand she had bought.

“You broke it?” Violet grabbed some of the bits of the machine and looked at them under a few angles.

“Oh yeah, didn’t last even three hours. It was tight though.” The taur chuckled at that memory as she rummaged through the piles of clothes thrown into the wardrobes to save them from the musky mess that she was. “I guess my cock is too big even for the biggest breeding stand on the market. Go figure.” She smirked, proud and well-aware of the impact that her words had on the two lovers sitting on the cum-soaked remains of her bedsheets.

“Wait: you have clothes to go out?” Darren’s mind finally started cranking and churning at a normal speed, despite what the oppressively musk-heavy air in the bedroom was doing to his still horny body. “When did you buy them?”

“With the purchase of the mount, but those came a bit earlier, before you arrived. Ah, there they are.” After rummaging through what must have been a half a metre high pile of items of all sorts, the lumbering dragontaur fished out a few things and held them in her arms so that she could show them to her friends. “Hold these please.” After a second she tossed a couple things at them, forgetting that those clothes were made for people her size, therefore before he could realize, Darren got buried under a massive pair of taur-sized laced black panties. “Thank you sweetie.” Carry hummed happily, fumbling for a couple of seconds as she struggled to get a bra over the immense, sloshing mounds of her tits. The equally black fabric made the white of her scales shine even more, hiding the fat nubs of her nipples to some degree although the tightness of the entire thing seemed to squeeze a few drops of milk out of them that instantly soaked through the bra. “Uhm… Darren a bit of help back here?” Carry turned around and lifted her left hindleg, waiting for the owl to hold the panties in place and allow her to slide it through the hole.

“Oh s-s-sure.”

Darren froze at the sight of the complete package the herm was hiding under her tail, his eyes falling for the first time over the plump, fat muff and instantly freezing as his cock swelled and begged to be crammed inside the pink passage. Violet slapped him, taking the owl back to their world. He rushed to hold the immense panties in place and earned himself a close encounter with that pussy as the taur’s backside descended on his beak, only to disappear as she lifted the other leg. The painfully arousing process that was clothing Carry kept on going for the better part of twenty minutes as the two helping her get dressed struggled to withstand the magnetic pull of such a sexy body and stopped to stare, sniff and ogle more than a few times. And even when she was dressed, the result was far lewder and inappropriate than it had the right to be. The clothes were one size too short at best, two in some places even: her bra pushed her tits so tightly that within five minutes the entire tank top was soaked with creamy milk, the two mounds constantly spilling fat beads of the sweet stuff while the pants that she had thought would have been big, squeezed her balls to the point that Darren could see every twitch of the titanic sack. As if that was not enough, the friction of the fabric on her cock made Carry moan and slowly feel her cock swell to a half a metre long chub, her muff achingly hot and soaking her panties. Still, that did not stop her from taking keys, phone and wallet and walking out of the apartment with her friends in tow after giving them a handful of minutes to clean themselves of her cum but not enough to make the smell go away.

The results were pretty much as Violet and Darren expected them: hundreds of people stopped walking on the sidewalk, cars slowed down and countless pairs of eyes locked onto the walking sex bomb that was Carry while she simply walked towards the nearest burger joint she knew of. The sway of her breasts was magnetic, man, women and herms staring at the HH cups with the same intensity, more than a few well-endowed individuals who probably prided themselves in their impressive racks looked at their own chests and sighed with shame and even envy for the taur while everyone tried their best not to stare at the far bigger and far more magnetic, somehow just barely contained package bobbing beneath her belly. Carry’s half chub was perfectly visible through the paper-thin layer of stretchy cotton of her pants, the fat flare throbbing whenever its owner noticed the stares going towards that area. People parted in front and on her sides as if she was some goddess or celebrity, putting as much space as possible, both to avoid being crushed and to have a better side view. And, just when the onlookers thought the show was over, when their eyes followed the curve of the taur’s balls, they saw the hidden prize just above them. The simple act of walking caused boners to pop here and there, she didn’t even have to do anything else, just… walking and letting everyone stare and take in the stench of sex, cum and sweat wafting from every scale on her body. It was to be said the only reason Carry did not stop walking was because she was far too busy not cumming on the spot from the insanely pleasurable friction of her lust-soaked panties over her muff. It reminded her of the sensation chafing brought, only it was 100% pleasure and she wanted more, much more. Her backside was almost completely stained by the constant trickle of fluids from her pussy, the shape of it now visible through the fabric just like her cock, both sexes dripping under the eyes of hundreds and under the pleasure that walking brought her.

When Carry finally sat down on the special bench for taurs at her favourite joint, she felt herself cum a little, her balls squished by their very own weight, a single spurt coating the seat with fresh, musky whiteness. By the time the burgers arrived, two regular sizes and one that would have normally been reserved for competitive eating but that the taur had no trouble in scarfing down within ten minutes.

“Calm down girl, you’ll get in trouble for public indecency at this rate.” Darren chuckled, his mind trying to find a link between the endlessly horny dragontaur in front of his eyes and the shy, almost prudish dragon that he had eaten so many meals with for years.

“But it feels sssssooooo goood.” Carry mewled softly, biting her lips, trying not to stroke herself right then and there as her muff and cock ached for attention.

“It’s been only what… an hour at best since you’ve ruined your apartment? Take a moment to relax and enjoy your food.” The moment Violet said that, the second order, just as big as the first, was handed over to the hungry taur.

“But it feels good…” She moaned, shuffling in her seat, smearing the fluids from her muff all over the bench once more. The waiter did not wait for Carry to hand him the plate where the other burger had been and simply ran away and slammed the door to the staff’s bathroom behind him.

“I bet it does.” Darren had been eating without taking his eyes off the impression Carry’s plump pussy under her clothes the whole time. Violet slapped his head for the hundredth time so far and brought him back.

“We’re going shopping for some more… appropriate clothes after this.” Violet smiled, leaning back to pat her far too full belly. “Man, I’m stuffed.”

“That’s cause you drank too much of my milk earlier.” Somewhere, a customer heard that and spat their drink over the table and coughed. Carry smiled deviously, knowing she had been the cause of that little accident.

“So, is this the end of the transformations? Is there more after it?” Darren swallowed another bite and shifted in his seat as well, one of his hands desperately trying to make his aching cock stand still in a comfortable position and failing over and over again. Carry frowned and fell silent.

“I haven’t gone any further if that’s what you’re wondering.” She leaned back, her top stretching a bit more, a trickle of milk oozing from the soaked fabric onto the ground, almost making a waiter drop the tray she was carrying and not because she was about to slip on the puddle that had formed beneath the dragontaur. “I know there’s more, much more, but… I don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?”

“I’m not sure I want to go that far just yet.” Her words made the two lovers frown in confusion. “I am having a hard time not stripping nude in public because this clothes are way too tight as is, I have no clue what will happen if I decide to go a step further.” A few people craned their necks to listen to the conversation, the entire restaurant slipping into an eerie silence to catch every word she said. Violet snapped an angry glare at the other customers and before long the usual chatter and chaos resumed. “But I know it would be even more… excessive, if you know what I mean.”

“Well, we could help you, you know?” Darren smiled, caressing his friend’s hand. She smiled back and craned her upper torso to kiss him.

“Thanks sweetie.” Her kiss left Darren in a bit of a pickle, now buried once again in between her tits as milk spilled from her nipples in frankly obscene amounts, dousing her clothes and his as well in even more white creamy goodness. “Maybe I should buy some gym clothes as well.”