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Life of the Party

By Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for Vasmeth

WARNING: this story contains: horse, draft horse, German shepherd, tigress, M/M, M/F, M/M/F, hyper cock, sounding, cock fucking, cock vore, unknowing cock vore, excessive cum, cock worship and more. If you aren't 18 or if this makes you cringe and repel you, then go no further! Otherwise, enjoy!

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"Hey Vas! You made it!"

The draft horse gave a nervous smile as he was led into the house of his friend James, a tall and slender mink. It was a rather nice and large house, one that Vasmeth knew he never could have afforded in a thousand years.

He also never would have had a giant house party with so many guests in a million years either. The drafter could already feel his shyness come back with a vengeance, a feeling that he had tried to supress all evening on the bus ride from his apartment to James' house.

The biggest problem was that Vasmeth really stood out. The brown furred equine was an even twelve feet tall, making him almost twice as tall as almost everyone else. Even James, who himself was rather tall for his species, only came up to Vasmeth' stomach. Only some elephants and giraffes were taller than Vasmeth, and that was simply because of their species. Vasmeth was just huge.

It wasn't just the height though. He was also pretty big all over: he had a thick gut, broad shoulders and arms, and tree-trunk thick legs. It wasn't really fat, but muscle thanks to the biggest and most noticeable aspect of his body, the bulge hanging between his legs. Despite Vasmeth's best efforts, it was next to impossible to hide what he had between his legs.

It didn't mean that he didn't try to conceal his "gift." Tonight Vasmeth was wearing a t-shirt that just barely stretched over his upper body and his brown fur speckled with lighter brown spots along his arms and back. A pair of specially made glasses was perched on his nose. Lower down, he was wearing a kilt: his Scottish heritage giving him a better excuse than most to wear it. But even with the green and black tartan around his hips and hanging to his stifle, a casual observer would easily notice that Vasmeth was, quite literally, hung like a horse as a large black mass hung even below the edge of his kilt. Actually, it was even more than that: most feral drafters would pale in comparison. A bulge that would make a porn star jealous.

There was no wonder why Vasmeth was rather shy around people, in other words. Just by being around, he demanded attention. And he wasn't a fan of it. Add to that the rather rare hyperphallic condition he had (which, apparently only affected one in ten million people in the world), which made him equal parts shunned and ogled, and he was nearly a wreck out of his comfort zone in public.

He was so thankful for meeting James: first online, then in person. James was friendly and considerate, and he'd been slowly edging Vasmeth out of his comfort zone for a while now. Nothing forceful or humiliating, and he knew when to pull the brakes. James was the one that encouraged Vast to get the piercings in his nose, eyebrows, and even his nipples; a secret desire of Vasmeth that he never could convince himself to go through. James nudged Vasmeth out into public to do more than just going to classes and grocery shopping, which was both terrifying, but liberating at the same time

Tonight was the biggest test though, a house party with some of James' friends. Vasmeth was unsure at first, then excited, then mortified.

"Don't worry bud," James assured him when Vasmeth first brought up his concerns. "If it gets too much... then just sneak off to my bedroom and hang out. It's fine."

There is a saying that introverts don't make friends, they are found, liked, and adopted by extroverts. And Vasmeth had definitely been adopted by James.

James avoided leading Vasmeth to the crowded living room with the loud, bass filled music, loud conversation and singing, and walked down a different hallway. The mink introduced Vasmeth to a couple people they met. The drafter replied with some polite hellos as he did so, before being pulled along by James toward the smaller kitchen where the makeshift bar and snack table had been set up.

There were only a couple people in the kitchen when James and Vasmeth arrived, and they both looked up. One was a German shepherd male, and the other a tigress. The g-shep was lean and fit, wearing a tight-fitting fishnet shirt and leather pants, along with some other leather straps, and a couple glow stick bracelets around his arms. The feline, on the other hand, was wearing a short skirt and a crop-top that exposed her slim midriff.

"Hey Ben! Hey Sam!" James said, before gesturing toward the towering, heavy set drafter. "This is Vasmeth."

"Oh hey, it's the big stud you were talking about, right?" Sam, the tigress asked, as Ben lifted a shot glass of a mixed drink up in a salute, before downing it.

"Yeah, so take it easy on him you two," James said with a smile and wink. He then gently pulled Vasmeth down so he could reach the drafter's ear.

"These two are chill guys, I promise. But remember, if you are feeling uncomfortable, just head on down to the basement. It's cool and folks don't usually go down there. Alright?"

"Alright, thank you," Vasmeth said, adjusting his glasses nervously, before James smiled, and picked up a bottle of beer, and headed back to the living room.

Vasmeth gave a smile to the g-shep and the tigress, before sitting down on the nearby bench that he knew would take his weight from previous visits. He winced slightly when he sat, his oversized sac resting on the cold floor, but he managed to relax a bit with the weight off his hooves. Ben threw together a drink with a practiced ease, before pressing it into the horse's hands.

"I... uh... don't drink much," Vasmeth admitted.

"Hey, don't worry," Ben said. "It's nothing too strong, just something to wet your whistle."

"So what do you do Vas?" Sam asked, leaning on the table and looking directly at the equine.

"I'm studying clinical science at college," Vasmeth replied, as he took a sip of the drink. It tasted really good actually, rather sweet and fruity. "Plus working at home for a call center. Not exactly the most exciting job, but it works for me."

Sam chuckled. "Hey, whatever floats your boat, eh Ben?" she said, turning to the German shepherd, and gesturing for a drink.

"Oh yeah," Ben replied, as he started mixing another drink for the tigress. "Bartending is a great job. The pay's good, the work can be fun." He paused and looked at the drafter, as he casually slid the drink down the table to Sam, without a drop being spilled. "Get to meet a lot of interesting people."

Vasmeth caught the hungry eyes of the canine as he said that, and it nearly made him choke on his drink. "I-I'm not that interesting..."

Sam took the drink and giggled, before tipping the glass to her lips. "Honey, you are in a league all of your own. Don't you ever forget that."

"T-thank you," Vasmeth could only reply, feeling his face flush from the compliment.

Ben handed another drink to Vasmeth. "So, tell me: what's it like being so... big down there?"

Vasmeth took the drink. "For one thing: small chairs and spaces are not fun at all. I've broken chairs and stools way too much. When it's really hot, I even start touching the floor when standing up, and that's more like dragging around some bowling balls all the time."

"There's got to be some nice things about it though?" Sam asked.

"Keeps me nice and warm in the winter, that's for sure," the drafter said, and everyone laughed.

The three talked and drank for the next little while. Vasmeth wasn't sure if it was because of the booze or just the casual conversation with Sam and Ben, but soon he was feeling increasingly comfortable and loose. Ben's drinks were amazing, and they were both so friendly. It felt strange, but in a nice way.

The German shepherd, in between his trips to the bar to mix up another drink for each of them, was the first to start rubbing along Vasmeth's inner thigh, slowly inching underneath the kilt. Vasmeth would have been normally embarrassed and incredibly shy when someone would start taking an interest in him, but the drinks had done their job. He could still feel the blush on his face from the attention, but he didn't mind much anymore.

In fact, it felt really nice.

Then he felt it. His cock was starting to get hard.

Soon, the flared tip of his black and pink penis poked out from the bottom of his kilt, showing off the large silver Prince Albert piercing through his urethra. He didn't have to thank James for that one: he got that a while ago as a secret thrill that few people would ever see.

"Holy shit," Ben gasped, looking at the huge ring, one of the largest and thickest possible gauges of piercing he had ever seen through the glans of Vasmeth's cock. He reached out to carefully touch the ring, which made Vas shudder and rumble as the sensation shot through his sensitive manhood.

But as his shaft got harder and revealed more of itself, even more metal bars revealed themselves along the underside of his shaft. In total, there were six more piercings, three on either side of a thick medial ring, forming a frenum ladder that was almost big enough for someone to use.

And at the very base, revealed when the drafter's cock finally got hard enough to lift the kilt totally out of the way, was another massive ring piercing where his sheathe and his heavily inflated scrotum met.

"Wow, the stud has a cock to match," Sam said with a grin, reaching up to grab the slowly stiffening cock.

"It's huge!" Ben exclaimed, his eyes as wide as dinner plates.

"Five feet long," Vasmeth said, blushing heavily as his two new friends felt up and admired his cock.

"Man... you shouldn't be doing call service stuff; you should be live camming this thing!" Ben said. "I'd watch it!"

"R-really?" Vasmeth asked.

"Fuck man, you'd be a hit!" Ben said, before wrapping his arms around the pole, and hugging it. He was rewarded with a thick glob of precum spurting from the tip and running down over the canine's head. Vasmeth watched as Ben pulled down the zipper of his leather pants, and then into the jockstrap behind them, to wrap around his own, much more normal six-inch canine cock, jacking off as he helped the drafter.

"But I'm just... so big," Vasmeth said.

"Like I said stud, you are in a league all your own," Sam said, as she pulled off her crop top, revealing that she hadn't been wearing a bra all that time. She pushed her decently sized breasts against the side of Vasmeth's cock, and slowly began to grind herself on his cock for an outrageously oversized titfuck.

"W-wait..." Vasmeth moaned, feeling his face turn even redder as Ben and Sam began to play with his cock, now fully hard and flaring, oozing a constant stream of precum that soon coated the German shepherd and tigress.

"What, stud?" Sam asked.

"I... I... just... I'm too big! Like I'm never going to be able to... uh... you know..." Vasmeth stammered, even as he shuddered as Ben's tongue began to lick over the pillar of man.

"Hey, sex isn't always about going into someone else," Sam replied. "But, hey, we'll take it slow."

Both of them began to slow down, turning from full on playing to simply edging, only slowly feeling over the throbbing tower of stallion stud.

"I... uh..." Vasmeth blushed. "Well... there is one thing I'd show you."

"Oh? What's that?" Ben asked. "I'd think being as hung as this would be the most amazing thing ever!"

Vasmeth gave a bashful laugh, looking around until he saw a pen on the table. He scooped up the pen and held it up. Yeah, it should do fine.

"Here, watch this," Vasmeth said, pushing the tip of the pen against his engorged urethra. With a tiny push, half of it slipped in.

"Oh, you like sounding?" Sam asked, with a flash of excitement in her eyes. "I've been with a... few guys that were into that sort of thing. Especially when I do it."

Vasmeth chuckled. "Yeah, something like that." He then let go of the pen, and in a moment, it vanished, dropping right into his cock.

Ben watched in shock, and even Sam was momentarily speechless. "Y-you just let it go?"

"Uh... yeah," Vasmeth said, sticking a finger of his into the cumslit and massaging the hole. "It comes out later. Just really sticky. May or may not work later, but it doesn't cause any problems. In fact, it usually feels really good."

"Just pens though?" Ben asked. "Your cannon should be able to take more than that!"

"I have experimented a bit, yeah," Vasmeth said. "Though I'm not fully sure how big I can take yet."

Sam was the first to jump up with feline reflexes, and went to the cupboard. She rummaged through for a bit, before grabbing a small plastic shot glass. It was a bit wider than the pen, but not as long.

She climbed up onto a chair so that she could be face to face with the towering spire, and set the glass right against Vasmeth's cumslit. But it didn't even take much of a push before the whole thing slid in.

The giant drafter moaned, shuddering as he felt the smooth plastic stretch his urethra. Sam felt down the long tube down the underside of his dick, over the frenum piercings, feeling the glass slip down, down, down... before vanishing where his cock met his sheathe and scrotum, which was resting heavily on the floor and slowly churning and gurgling away thanks to his erection.

"Holy fuck..." Sam whispered, clearly excited. "This is amazing!"

"Yeah, your cam show would be totally hot!" Ben said. "Like, fuck, watching random things slip down that dick of yours! You'd make a shit ton of money!"

Vasmeth felt his blush return, as now both Ben and Sam sought out what they could to see just how big, and how much, the drafter could take.

The German shepherd got a water bottle from another cupboard: one of those metal ones with a screw top. Ben climbed up onto the chair Sam had been on, reaching up to the flare. There was a little clanking as the water bottle hit the Prince Albert piercing. But positioning it top first into the constant stream of pre, Ben slowly pushed it in.

Vasmeth let out a loud moan: normally he would have done with fairly small things, like pens and stuff. The metallic water bottle was bigger than anything he had tried before, but there was no tightness or resistance. The only problem was that the water bottle was cold at first, but quickly warmed up surrounded by his internal muscles.

Ben slowly pulled it up, before pushing it back in like a dildo, making Vasmeth moan and shudder again.

"Like that, big guy, huh?" the German shepherd said with a grin, slowly picking up speed.

But just as soon as he started, it slipped from Ben's hand. The slick clear precum had made it too hard to hold, and the bottle began its long dive right down Vasmeth's shaft.

"Oops," Ben said, as he watched the gaping urethra flex, spurting more pre out even as the bulge of the water bottle disappeared. "I didn't mean to..."

"Th-that's fine," Vasmeth moaned.

"Oh good, my turn," Sam said, climbing up onto the chair and knocking Ben off.

Sam carried some apples, oranges and bananas, and slipped each one down the carnivorous cumslit, each one making Vasmeth's dick bulge, and as it landed in his balls, Vasmeth could actually feel them start to swell up just a little larger.

The drafter leaned back, tongue lolling out of his mouth, cock throbbing and heart pounding as he felt his cock stretch and swallow item after item, depositing each one into his sac, and begging for more. Soon, the fruit started getting larger and larger: a grapefruit, a cantaloupe, an actual coconut, even a small pumpkin. Vasmeth's shaft took it all, making his dick pulse and throb that much more.

It was the last item in Sam's arsenal of fruit that made everyone pause.

"You... you don't actually think that will fit, will it?" Ben asked.

"Everything else has so far," Sam said. "Why not this?"

"Because it's fucking huge!" the G-shep exclaimed.

Vasmeth, riding high on the pleasure he already felt, could only moan as Sam positioned a full watermelon against his urethra, didn't stop her.

The watermelon was maybe half the girth of the stallion's monster cock, but that didn't mean anything. This was going to be the biggest challenge yet.

She pushed the watermelon down.

Vasmeth let out a loud whinny as his cum slit stretched wider than he had ever thought possible. Yet, there was no pain, just an indescribable pleasure. Something that Vasmeth had never experienced before, but wanted to continue forever...

He at least got the length of time it took for the watermelon to descend through the cum tube, lower and lower, making the underside of his shaft, piercings and all, bulge and throb. Sam and Ben massaged the stretchy flesh and the watermelon, urging it lower and lower, until finally it reached the bottom of his cock.

It suddenly dropped, landing into his right ballsac. The mellon made a rather large bulge in the drafter's scrotum, one that moved and sloshed with his cum and testicles.

Vasmeth was panting heavily. "Holy fuuuuuck that was amazing!" he groaned.

"Glad I could help, big guy," Sam said, before climbing on to his knee, to continue kissing and rubbing her C cup sized breasts against the shaft. Ben had returned to the other side, licking and worshipping the phallus that men could only dream of.

The drafter sat up enough to reach up and wrap his beefy hand around Ben's cock.

"Though, there is something I've always wanted to try, but never could."

"What would that be?" Ben said, slowly thrusting into Vasmeth's hand as he licked at the flare.

"I want you to fuck my cock."

Ben paused for a moment. That sounded so... weird. It was something that he never would have thought have been possible! Sure, he had docked with some folks, and even sheathe fucked once, but having sex with a guy's dick?

Then again, Vasmeth wasn't any normal guy: he had a cock that was nearly as tall as half the population, and he'd already shown the ability to take a lot in there...

Vasmeth shuffled in his seat, pushing down his massive dick until it was parallel with the floor, and the river of pre now spilled down onto the floor.

"So, are you interested?" Vasmeth asked.

"You better, or else I'll go get my strap-on," Sam smirked, giving Ben a smack on the ass.

The German shepherd yelped, but quickly made up his mind, climbing down off the chair and in front of the giant cock.

The flare was already wider than his torso, his red rocket so outclassed he would have lost his erection had he not been drunk and really, really turned on...

Ben grabbed hold of the flare with both hands, and set his tapered tip against the urethra, and pushed.

And with a greedy gulp, Vasmeth's cock took the whole six inches, right to Ben's groin.

"Oh, fuck," Ben moaned, as Vasmeth snorted and shook. "It's so... wow..."

Ben slowly began to withdraw from the urethra until only the tip of his cock was in, before pushing back in, once again to the hilt, with another moan and shake and throb from the owner of the penile fleshlight.

The German shepherd began to pick up speed, fucking the draft stallion's cock with everything he had, moaning and panting as he got faster and faster, feeling his knot bulge thicker and thicker.

"Oh, fuck... ahhh!" Vasmeth moaned, the sensitive nerve endings on his flared tip and in the first tenth of his cock firing and sparking, sending waves of pleasure running through his body.

Even when Ben's knot was fully engorged, the large and cavernous urethra was still too large for him to properly tie. But the G-shep didn't care, he just kept thrusting in and out, his hips powering a jackhammer in and out of Vasmeth's cock.

And with a howl, Ben slammed his hips against Vasmeth's cock one more time, and came, shooting his load straight down the massive pipe.

"Ahh, fuck," Vasmeth groaned, as he felt Ben's load gush through his urethra. His cock was so sensitive now, he was sure he should be near orgasm as well.

Vasmeth knew well though: it took a lot of work to get his titanic cock and balls to cum. And while Ben's dick felt good, it just wasn't quite enough.

Ben finally pulled out, almost entirely covered in Vasmeth's copious precum, and fell against the floor, panting heavily.

"T-that was the most amazing fuck I've ever had!" Ben panted, the afterglow hitting him like a freight train.

Sam herself had played and licked at Vasmeth's cock the whole time, feeling it pulse and throb, a miniature earthquake with each heartbeat.

But now... now she was feeling very adventurous...

The tigress got up, and walked over to the bar where Ben had been working all night, and she quickly found what she was looking for.

"Hey Ben," she crooned with the sweetest voice that she could muster.

The tired and spent German shepherd looked up, and blinked.

She was holding a cellphone, which was wider than the water bottle from earlier, but not as thick. Pushing against Vasmeth's urethra.

"Hey! That's my phone!" Ben exclaimed, trying to climb up onto his feet, but slipping on the slickened floor.

"It's also like five years old and doesn't hold a charge," Sam said, sticking out her tongue, as she pushed the edge against Vasmeth's cumhole. "We'll get a new one if it breaks, okay?"

"No! I got stuff on there that I need!" Ben said, reaching up to grab the phone as Sam let go.

Vasmeth let out a bellow as Ben accidently ended up fisting his cock as he attempted to retrieve his phone, sliding in right to his elbow in a single move. Ben struggled to retain a hold of his phone, but the gooey, slick interiors of the urethra made it harder and harder to get a hold of. Ben even pushed his other arm down, to try to get a better hold on the phone.

Sam chuckled as he pulled out her own phone, and dialed Ben's device

The vibration and muffled ringtone made Vasmeth bellow and whinny, and the phone finally slipped from Ben's grip: the makeshift vibrator dropping right down the urethra and into his balls.

"No!" Ben exclaimed, and pushed himself just a little bit more, trying to grab the phone, then a bit more, then a bit more...

Until he had pushed his head right into Vasmeth's cock.

Now the German shepherd was stuck: he could feel Vasmeth's fleshy walls all around him, trying to pull him down the shaft, and into the balls. He tried to find his footing to pull himself out, but the floor was so slick from the drafter's excessive precum that he couldn't find his grip, slipping and sliding, and actually pushing himself deeper.

Vasmeth's body seemed to kick into predatory mode, and pulled Ben down deeper: first his chest, then torso, then his hips and ass, all getting pulled in, the slick walls unable to stop. The G-shep tried to stop, to find someway to prevent himself from getting swallowed by the hot, tight, musky, sex filled cavern he found himself in.

Only his paws were left out of the tip of Vasmeth's cock, and Ben's head now poked into the churning chambers of cum. With a final pulse, his feet slipped in, and Ben went face first into the puddles of spooge.

"Holy shit!" Sam exclaimed, as the bulge that was Sam disappeared, landing and stretching out Vasmeth's right ballsac, now grotesquely distended and stretched, the hands, paws and face of Ben still visible.

Vasmeth was in utter bliss. He was moaning, shaking, panting heavily, his balls were audibly churning, and his flared tip seemed to get even larger.

"Oh shit," Sam said, eyes wide...

As the largest orgasm Vasmeth ever had rocked his body.

Gallons of hot, sticky, creamy stallion seed poured from the tip of his cock, blasting Sam right in the face and making her slide across the floor. She coughed, trying to clear the unceasing tide of cum from her face so she could breath, swallowing mouthfuls of Vasmeth's semen and slipping in the huge mess, turning her orange and black striped fur totally white.

Then suddenly an equally white Ben was rocketed from the stallion's cock, like he was a human cannonball. He landed on the floor next to Sam, as Vasmeth's orgasm went on and on and on and on. Everything that they had stuck in before, from the first pen to all the fruit and that water bottle, all came out. Even Ben's phone, landing on the German shepherd's chest.

It would take days to get that cleaned up and working again.

From the hallway, James came running in.

"Is everyone... okay?" James said, stopped in his tracks by the massive stallion dick and the cum covered German shepherd and tigress.

"Uh... yeah," Ben coughed, as he sat up, dazed and surprised... and still incredibly horny.

"Fuck, that was crazy!" Sam exclaimed.

"What the hell?" James asked.

"We... uh... maybe got a bit carried away," Ben admitted.

"But, fuck, it was hot!" Sam said, before reaching for Ben's head and pulling their muzzles together, sharing a long, passionate kiss.

James shook his head, and looked over to Vasmeth, who had passed out from the force of the still continuing orgasm, his body more than capable of handling a full-sized person in his balls, but his mind wasn't. Long, thick strands of cum still shot out from the tip, just adding to the lake of spunk in James' kitchen.

The mink blinked, looking between Vasmeth's cock and the cum drenched couple making out in the middle of the room.

And all the pieces suddenly fit in.

"Holy shit," James quietly said. He looked back down the hallway, where his other housemates, drunk and dancing and making out and even starting to get more intimate.

"Maybe... maybe it's time to take the party to the next level," James smirked, as he pulled off his own t-shirt.

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Vasmeth yawned and groaned, stretching. There was a pain in his back from the way he slept on the bench overnight, not to mention from the earth shattering orgasm he had.

"Fuck," the stallion moaned. "That was intense!"

He looked around, everything fuzzy and blurry. He shook his head, trying to banish the sleep from his eyes, until he realized his glasses weren't on his nose anymore.

With a grunt, he looked and felt around, until he found the neatly folded pair of glasses.

"I don't remember doing that," Vasmeth muttered, setting them on his nose and looking ahead.

And saw his balls.

His testicles nearly filled the whole kitchen now! The table had been pushed in it's side, and only the island where the booze from the homebar prevented his scrotum from filling the whole space.

He watched as so many things moved and squirmed inside his sac, along with a lot of muffled noises. It took a minute to realize it was people... like if the whole party had gone into his balls! They had stretched so big, and so full, that it was like he had a small car inside of him!

Vasmeth remembered the German shepherd slipping into his cock, but he had no idea what happened after that: the orgasm was so overwhelming!

There was a buzz and vibration on his rounded gut, and Vasmeth looked down to see that his cellphone, or more appropriately a tablet he used as a cellphone, was on his chest.

He picked it up, and tapped in the security code, to see a whole lot of messages: twenty friend requests on social media, thirty unread text messages, and a whole lot of other things.

He opened up the first message, one from James.

"Hey Vas, sorry to bother you, but we all wanted to try out that cock vore thingy. And one thing led to another, and now we are all in your nuts. Pretty fun time and stuff, lots of sex and stuff. When you want us out, just cum us out. Thanks man!"

Vasmeth blinked, and read it again, before letting out a small chuckle.

"Well then... maybe I need to get out more."