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"Mmmfff... gotta... hold on just a little..." Carry took a deep, deep breath, the warm air of an early summer's day filling her with the scent of flowers, barbecues somewhere in the distance in one of the parks downtown and restaurants finally shifting all the business outside. However, for her, even the lovely smell of freshly cooked food was not enough to make her current predicament any less insistent. "Come on Carry... just a couple hundred metres..." She desperately wanted to hurry and get some privacy, relax and unwind but if merely the thought of doing that would make the issue of the tightness of her clothes far worse than merely walking could ever cause.

Eyes were drawn towards her as she walked on the street, alone but definitely not feeling lonely at all: every step she made was pleasurable in ways no one should have been able to feel, merely by the friction of the clothes on her body, every step made heads turn and eyes widen, every step made nostrils flare and take in the scent of a very, very, very needy herm taur walking on the street. Carry couldn't lie to herself, she loved the attention, but at the same time, the desire she felt to simply strip, feel the warm air on her scales, feel the freedom to roam around naked, in full view of everyone and let them enjoy staring at her was such an incredible fantasy she could not stop herself from thinking about it. Fortunately for the onlookers and unfortunately for her, thinking about it was enough to cause her body to react proportionately to the lewdness and sheer pleasure she might feel if she actually followed through. Her muff was already so swollen, puffed up and slick that anyone behind her could see it through the utterly soaked clothes, panties and pants, although made for taurs, they were utterly useless in her case, as was the rest of the items that were supposed to keep her junk from being seen by the entire city and that merely because she was far bigger than any taur alive.

Everyone around her could see the outline of her balls, drenched in her muff's constant lubrication, the immensely sensitive slit nestled between her soft, massive rump, the lewd shape highlighted by her swaying tail and the twitching. Each melon-sized orb swayed, heavy, full, taut, making each step a little more unbearably pleasurable. Those who walked in the opposite direction had already caused many accidents, people colliding with them over and over again, eyes magnetically locked onto her chest, staring at her tits like a man in a desert stares at a bottle of cold water, although the liquid dripping and drenching her front was far more sweet and fragrant than simple water. Carry had bought milk pads, multiple stacked inside her huge HH cup bra, and still milk spilled and made her nipples poke from the several layers, stiff even as they let the contents of her soft pillows leak out in amounts that could have fed a small village every single day. And even then, once those who managed to detach their eyes from her bust as it swayed, dripped and jiggled, they were inevitably drawn to what bobbed beneath her belly.

Her cock was by far the thing that was causing the most stares and giving her most of the attention, once everyone was done staring at her tits or the utterly soaked muff between her legs. She was hard of course, the friction that made her muff slick and even puffier and wet than normal also made her quite sensitive down there too, the result being a herm taur horny and dripping in all possible ways one can be. Her flare was clearly outlined by the thin fabric covering it, every single spurt of precum matching her steps, one by one, as her sack swayed, rubbed and was stimulated by her thighs. What didn't drip on the ground and left yet another trail of fluids all around her was absorbed by the clothes, further soaking into them and making every single vein, throb, pulse and twitch of the herm taur's shaft stand out even more. The immense length ran from between her legs almost all the way to her forelegs, a solid metre of pure black cock that just didn't want to soften or stop leaking. By far the most absurd thing was that she knew that the slab of flesh that heated her belly was thicker than some people's legs, her flare fatter than their fists, and it only helped her find even more pleasure in her body.

Carry didn't exactly hate the attention, it fuelled a desire to be seen, to show off and to strip and let everyone watch and ogle as much as they possibly could, since every person could already see pretty much her entire body already with how much her clothes stuck to skin and scale and the strong, bulging muscles needed to cart around her hypersexualized body. The thought made her moan under her breath, her balls twitching, giving the lucky flamingo right behind her a view of each bloated melon-sized orb as they churned and swelled some more before the sound of a lewd splat echoed in the street. That last one really made Carry blush and hurry up ever so slightly to avoid trouble. She had been lucky most of the cops that she met only gave her a stern warning about indecency rather than giving her a fine heftier than her balls. Maybe she had been lucky enough to meet only officers that were affected enough by her unconventional allure to become more lenient in a desperate attempt to get out of her way before their pants dropped on the ground and their faces were mushed against her flare and muff right in the middle of the street. Carry grunted, her cock swelling at the idea of having two cops between her legs, their authority stripped by her musk same as their clothes.

And again the ground before her was plastered by what had managed to get through her already far too soaked clothes, meaning a fat, musky, bucket sized wad of precum echoed loudly enough to attract the attention of a couple dozen people from the street. She blushed, heating up a bit more from embarrassment, although it did nothing if not make her body hotter and more desperate to throw all those clothes into a trash bin and waltz around naked for the world to see. It wasn't as if they couldn't smell, see or even taste her in the air since her musk had grown so strong with a few dozen litres soaked into her clothes. Still, Carry took a deep breath and quickened her pace, hopping along while biting her lips to stifle grunts and moans. She had to go and see someone who'd allow her that exact freedom she was denied.

Sure, she had many friends who were aware of the magic within her body, some had felt, tasted and endured her many, many, many talents, often several times in succession, but no matter how much of her apartment's floor was covered in cum, she always felt like she could do more. The only problem was that she had no way to do it: the apartment was too small and already the neighbours were complaining about the reek of sex, any activity in any park would get her jailed. None of her friends or the growing number of partners she had attracted somehow already had their entire apartment waterproofed to deal with her immense lust. If she wanted to let loose, she'd have to take a vacation for a bit. And that's where Sasha came into the picture.

Before the runes, before he had finally found a way to get over his timid behaviour, Carry would have had a hard time being near him: Sasha was a dragontaur, same as she was in that moment, although far less endowed while still being above average for his species. The man was charming, always smiling and always smelling of grass, hay and feral dragons all day long since he was a rancher. For anyone else the male taur was a man from the countryside, a bit rough around the edges, a little underdressed most of the time, attractive in a way a cowboy might have been: he had that country-boy look, the feel, the looks and for the finer noses, the smell of someone that worked hard. For Carry he was an old crush, someone who he had clicked and found friendship with. However, Sasha was also quite... free, in ways the old Carry couldn't handle. Being always around ferals, the dragontaur had long since lost most of the shame any regular person might have, any thought regarding who he wanted to have sex with, or when or where was almost immediately voiced out, not to mention his lack of clothing left nothing to the imagination.

It mattered little how good at concealing the already sizeable erections of a taur, herm or male or anything else, and even if Sasha was above average, which he was by a good margin, he'd still have had little trouble in hiding his arousal. Only that he didn't want to, almost never. The dragontaur would simply unfasten his pants or drop them on the ground and either keep working with a boner longer than someone's arm casually bobbing under his belly, slapping from time to time against the cerulean scales or stop for a minute and rub it out until he was done. Whether he had company or not wasn't a factor, most of the time he was alone and even when he had someone over it was friends who knew about his habits. Sasha was as comfortable in his scales as Carry had been desperate to make even the mention of sex in a conversation a taboo. But things had changed and how much had they changed.

As the herm taur finally turned the last corner and saw the train station, she didn't have to wait more than a handful of seconds to find her friend. Sasha stood out in the fields like a drop of bright paint on a white canvas, with his scales such a bright blue and vibrant. In a city, full of grey concrete and wearing a salopette like he always did, he stood out even more. Over two metres tall, more than three long without counting the tail, muscular like only someone who wrestles feral dragons his size daily can be, Sasha was hardly fitting in. Carry felt her heart lurch at the expectation of talking to him and parts of her jumped at the prospect of what would come after talking because, without missing a beat, her nethers heated up at the mere sight of his muscles, his toned build and the fat pair of nuts barely contained within his pants. She knew he never wore underwear no matter the situation, therefore she knew that by popping two small buttons she could access all of his junk in a moment. Her cock lurched, veins visible through her thoroughly soaked pants, the dripping of the excess becoming a bit thicker. She moaned beneath her breaths, holding a hand over her chest to calm herself.

He smelled her before she entered in his vision as a gust of wind carried her scent over and she saw it clearly. His pants stirred, a stain as big as his fist instantly blossomed as the two melon sized orbs between his legs twitched. He was not as big as her of course, no one was, but even then, Sasha was awfully close to her despite her endowments being magical in nature. That only made her harder and needier: he could rival her and he wasn't even so thoroughly enhanced. Sasha turned his head and looked at her, she looked at him and the two simply stared at each other for a long few seconds, until someone too busy looking at their phone to notice the herm taur effectively slammed her face into her muff. Carry mewled, the feeling of pressure in her balls skyrocketing as she desperately held more moans back. She felt warm breath on her sensitive muff, a mouth opening and closing as the owner tried to figure out just what was happening, hands grabbing swathes of ass and balls. The herm taur buckled, a kilometre of walking around and the constant rubbing of all her bits had made her come so close to the edge of an orgasm she could easily relax, lift one of her legs and simply let all the pressure out, right there on the street. Precum spilled forth like a fountain for a moment, her legs firmly planted on the ground, grasping at the cold cement for support.

It took a moment or a dozen for her to apologize to the vixen whose entire muzzle was now caked in her arousal, her musk and a few stray spurts of precum on her shoes as she turned around. The poor woman was shocked, standing still, nose so full of sheer herm lust she looked like she was also on the verge of tearing her pants right then and there. The lucky, or unlucky vixen stared at the dragontaur, took a deep breath and came on the spot, twitching, huffing and crossing her legs in shame as the pavement beneath her paws was bathed in thin honey. Sasha watched over the entire thing, smiling, his own cock throbbing, not bothering to hide it as per usual, the wet spot on his pants growing bigger and muskier.

"Sorry you had to see that..." Carry apologized, blushing a little, her front paws playing with her lower half, trying to make it stand still as it fired enough idle precum to form a puddle now that she was standing in the same spot for more than a handful of seconds. "It wasn't how I wanted us to meet for the first time in a few years."

"Oh, really?" Sasha chuckled, tiptoeing as his half a metre of tapered shaft jumped wildly in his own clothes. "How were you picturing it go down?"

"Well, something like this maybe?" She smiled back and grabbed his head, pulling him closer and closer until her tits were ballooning against his chest, each HH tit flattening as she held him in place. Milk spilled just as liberally as precum now, his front utterly soaked as were his front legs within seconds of their kiss. Her tongue coiled over and over around his, playing a game of domination in their mouths. As the two separated, Sasha felt rivers of white milk soak more of his front and cool down, his paws sticky as they rested in a puddle of musky pre. "Better."

"Are you really Carry or am I dreaming?" He kissed her back, a quick peck but enough to make the massive herm taur giggle and blush. "Last time we were together you kinda almost fainted when I told you about how bad the ferals' heat was that season."

"Yes, but I didn't have a cock bigger than yours at the time." Carry smiled and began to walk over to the trains, their quick kiss left behind a steaming pool of lust. "Or tits." She groped her front, her hands literally sinking into the equivalent of two beach balls crammed into a top two sizes too tight. More milk spilled forth, wasted on the ground this time. Sasha huffed, the sight beyond anything her messages, her videos and her chats over the phone had suggested despite nothing being hidden from him. He licked his lips, bringing his hands over to his mouth and lapping some milk from his palm. It was sweet. "Or a cunt that's constantly on fire and no toys big or durable enough for me to enjoy for more than a day." She somehow said that with an innocent, disappointed and lusty tone at the same time.

"Such a shame." Sasha grinned, his rump accidentally bumping into hers, sending the combined weight, heft, and loose bulk of two extremely well endowed herms on the verge of an orgasm in public jiggling and sloshing. Alone they were a sight and a show by themselves, together, side by side, surrounded by a haze of funk and musk, they quickly started to make the windows cloudy by walking near them. "The ride will certainly be something."

"You booked a Taur seat?" He nodded again. "Private?" He shook his head. "Good, I like an audience."

Despite that, as soon as the two started talking about the changes in Carry's body, the new things she now could do and all the adventures she had gone through, the two couldn't quite do what their bodies wanted to do. For the entire ride the two were surrounded by the foggy musk of their bodies, their cocks so painfully hard their clothes were starting to rip as they throbbed and flexed constantly, puddles of precum sloshing on seats and on the floor and yet neither went farther than moaning, grunting or adjusting their oversized junk. It took an hour for the train to arrive to the station, then half an hour more to go from there to the bus stop closest to Sasha's ranch out in the wilderness. He had no car, nor did he want one since he almost never left the ranch anyways, resorting to that one single bus to go into town most of the time or simply taking a long walk if he wasn't calling someone to deliver his supplies by truck. Therefore, once the two had left the bus and watched as the lights disappeared in between the bushes and trees, they were left alone, no one around for miles, not until the next bus or until Sasha called for one.

He immediately started stretching, having sat down too long in a space that, albeit comfortable for a taur, was definitely not equipped to handle Carry in the least. She was big, bigger than he thought anyone could ever be and took up so much space in the relatively big cabin but he didn't mind one bit. The only thing he barely tolerated was the fact that no matter how much the windows were opened, the entire car still reeked of her within minutes and him being so close and yet unable to even touch or get rid of his clothes was a lewd form of torture he had not experienced in life before. His legs stretched nicely, rump high in the air, giving the herm taur a good sight of the goods packed in his pants, the lewd, fat, sloshing shapes quite damp and clearly visible under the soaked layer of cotton. Carry chuckled, licking her lips as she stared and ogled openly, finally able to give his body the much needed examination that proper behaviour on a train didn't allow. Her cock throbbed as she saw his try to break free from his clothes, the flare swelling over and over, massive, thick, longer than most other taurs and still smaller than hers. She felt pride, she wanted to feel it in her hands since her lower paws were not quite as nimble as her thin fingers. Carry decided to repay his show by giving him one of her own, slowly stretching, inch after excruciatingly slow inch, lowering her front and raising her back, ass high in the air and then moaned, feeling all the tension leave her body.

She also felt every abused thread in her pants straight up snap as that one last stretch surpassed the limits of what clothes made by mortals could hope to contain. The fat metre long shaft finally was able to swing freely, slapping loudly against her white underbelly, the black of its flesh contrasting perfectly against the scales, strands of precum thicker than her fingers connecting every inch of it to her lower torso, dripping lewdly on the ground and on what was left of her clothes. Her rump was next, the round, toned ass slowly ripped through the weakened integrity with just as much ease, letting Sasha stare at her muff, now bared before him. She knew he could have seen every last detail of it through her panties, those having lasted just a few more seconds before the thin threads snapped and let the lewd lingerie join her pants, momentarily caressing each of the swollen ripe melons of her balls. He gulped, blasted with both an overwhelming sensation overload, every muscle in his body screaming to him to mount and shove every last inch of his cock in the fattest, slickest and puffiest muff he had ever seen. He wanted to feel it around his shaft, he wanted to feel it drip over his balls as his own fat pair slapped against hers.

"Enjoying the show?" Carry let her hips sway left and right, the slow rocking making her sack slosh and swing, beads of sweats and rivers of female fluids running on the immense orbs, making them shine under the noon sun. Her cock peeked from her legs for a moment before hiding behind her sack again. Sasha gulped once more. "Well, now I'm kinda naked and you're still dressed. Want to join me in the nudist club Sasha?"

There was less than a split second between the end of her sentence and the snap of the buttons holding his clothes up, one second and he was struggling to get his legs out of the holes and chucking the entire salopettes away. Barely five seconds later, the two taurs stood naked at the deserted bus station, facing each other, cocks so stiff they were parallel to the ground, gushes of precum dense and virile enough to turn the air steamy as puddles kept growing beneath their feet. Sasha gulped, once more realizing that Carry easily beat him in size, girth, flare width and pretty much everything. Adding a muff that threatened to make him lose his mind if he didn't cram himself inside of it within a minute and two tits bigger than his head adding a sweet tang to the salty musk as milk leaked on the ground, Sasha couldn't quite believe he wasn't having the wildest wet dream in thirty years of his life.

"Man it feels good to let it all out and not feel cramped..." Carry started trotting back and forth, every jiggly bit doing its thing, a cacophony of sloshing, swaying dripping mess that left a lewd trail all over.

"Never had the chance to go nude outside your apartment?"

"I live in a city Sasha, I can barely avoid a fine for indecent exposure just walking around." She sighed. "I mean, it's fun to be nude in my place and I'd be lying if I didn't say I loved everyone who I spent time with but..."

"Something's missing, right?" She nodded. "And not just because there's more beyond that form of yours like you told me."

"Probably."

"So, guess having another taur in your apartment wasn't easy or comfortable."

"I never... never had any other taur with me."

"Hold on what?" Sasha stopped and stared at her with shock. "You've had those fancy powers for what? Few months now? And you never had a taur under... or over you?" Carry smiled wryly, half ashamed and half regretting everything. "Well damn. I know having little ones have their way with you is fun and all girl but, they can't really do much for a taur. Just look at yourself! Your cock is bigger than mine and I know some smaller taurs that can't take what I have without an hour of prepping and lubing. No matter how stretchy or how hung an anthro can be, they just can't do it for us. Trust me, I tried it all with the two-legged and the best thing I have felt was hands on my flare." He wiggled his fingers. "Can't get mine back there so feeling something like that on my cock is quite nice. I'm big but I like to feel bigger." He chuckled and stared at her shaft. "You might have scarred me for life with that fifth leg of yours." Carry laughed a bit. "Well then, time to make up for your severe lack of taurs in your life my dear, if you want to." Sasha grinned, circling around her, his hands roaming over her body to explore what had been denied since the two met that morning.

"Ri-right here?"

"Why not? We're already naked, dripping and I really want to make sure you can find your way back here by following the trail of cum dripping out of your muff after I'm done." Sasha licked his lips, his tail teasing her puffy folds for a brief moment, she moaned as loudly as she could. "Plus I believe you might want to try screaming and being as loud as you want immediately. Get comfortable in your bare scales before we get to my place and keep going there." Carry bit her lips, her cock slapping against her belly.

"Sure... why not..." her hindlegs spread wide, muscles tense to support her weight and the incoming load of a fully grown taur male. Incidentally, her muff parted ever so slightly, the pink, inviting flesh just behind the plump black lips was revealed to the male. "I think I can handle you." Sasha felt his balls churn, almost on fire so pent up he was. "Sure as hell I'm wet enough..." She spread her legs, one hand on the fence just behind the bus stop sign, tail raised as high as she could make it go. Sasha licked his lips, his body flushed with heat just after taking a whiff a metre away the moment a cloud of pheromones were carried away by the wind. His shaft felt harder than it had been in years and drooling more pre than he let out in a week just by staring at that massively puffy cunt. "Don't let a lady wait..."

"Ladies don't have cocks the length of my legs..." He walked behind her, his forepaws immediately latching onto her rump, one per cheek, spreading them wide enough to allow him to gaze for a moment at the small but puffy donut just barely above her muff.

"This lady does and she wants to use it later too..." Carry cooed and made Sasha gulp. Could he even take half of that? He barely got around to using toys thinner than the thinnest part of her cock more than once a week at best, even taking the dormant flare of such a monster would force him to truly go beyond his habits. But maybe there was something else he could try...

"Fair enough, but now, let me show you how a taur breeds... for real." Sasha had already climbed atop her, his cock half an inch away from her muff, his precum bathing it with every spurt and her continuous leaking fluids utterly soaking it and washing his pre away. He wanted her to carry his mark for days, weeks even, and for that he'd have to truly bury himself as deep as he could go. "Feel free to moan." One small thrust, his hip muscles tensing as he pushed as hard as he could and started to cram every last bit of his cock inside that muff.

"OH GODS!" Carry howled, no signs of even thinking of restraining her voice, simply spreading her les wider, her hands gripping the fence harder as her cock fired a thick jet of cum onto the ground, the splatter completely lost to either as her moan and his just as loud grunts echoed in the forest.

Sasha felt his eyes roll to the back of his skull just from one thrust as his entire cock had been utterly swallowed by her muff. It was tight and yet there was so much space, even with his groin kissing her puffy lips he felt that he could go deeper still, if only he had twice as much cock to spare. She wasn't just big, which somehow contrasted with the tightness of that tunnel, but the sheer amount of slick lust dripping from that honey pot, the spasms and the warmth of it threatened to make a stud like him buckle and simply let his balls dump as much spunk inside those folds as they could store. But he couldn't, he wouldn't: he told her he'd show her how a taur bred a female, only to blow his load within four seconds? He wasn't sure whether not jerking off for five days prior to this meeting had been a good or a bad idea. For a few moments he relished in the tight warmth, feeling well over half a metre of cock massaged, slickened and caressed by her walls as she mewled and came without end. He felt proud he had made her cum with one thrust, almost as much as he was ashamed she had almost made him do the same.

He pulled back, hating every single inch that he had to take out of that muff, keeping the corner of his eyes set on how the black flesh of his shaft glistened in her fluids, strands connecting his balls to his undershaft and her black lips still. Every limb in his body tensed again and then pushed, the loud clap of his hips against her wide rump lost as the splatter of cum from her endless sack echoed one last time before returning to be a dribble.

Carry panted hard, shocked that it was even happening. She felt so full, so much more than any of the XXXXL sized toys she had ordered online. She had had Violet fuck her countless times over the past few weeks, pumping a fake cock the size of her forearm in her tailhole as she crammed cock up her muff, she had taken three guys at once back there a dozen times as she experimented with her body in this form. She had even bought a real taur sized dildo and still they couldn't even come close to just how full she was feeling, how real Sasha's thick tool felt. For a long minute she could not even remember having a cock of her own that was desperate for attention, ignored as that studly taur sunk his claws into her rump and thrust harder than any of the machines she had shattered with it could. A throbbing, living shaft stirred her insides, sharing warmth and so much precum... How she had not asked a taur to do this before was now a mystery, it was so much different than bipedal sex: a bit awkward since she was bigger than him, but oh so much more intense. The raw power behind every thrust, the bundles of muscles tensing and relaxing without pause, the loud, lewd slaps of balls bigger than anything any anthro could have, the weight as his sack smacked into hers. Even her own shaft was jumping, every time he piledrived inside her, every time his groin smashed into her muff and made her cum just a little, bathing his balls with rivers of honey, she felt her cock slap against her belly, dozens of streaks of spunk painted the fence and filled the pool beneath her feet. Saying she was constantly cumming was not quite correct, it was more as if every slap of his nuts against hers made them spill their contents all over herself, over and over.

By the third minute of relentless pounding, Carry was starting to wobble, his weight increasingly more taxing to bear as he just kept on going. Her vent was full of precum, the friction of flesh on scale made it more heated and sensitive, her loins on fire. Her balls ached despite having dumped liberal amounts of spunk all over the place, begging for a real orgasm, one she knew this time wouldn't be reached by anything less than a womb crammed full of his cum. The massive herm taur gathered her strength, what little she had left in that moment, and focused entire on his cock ravaging her muff. She zoned in on his flare, on the way it scraped her walls, the way they deformed around it, she felt every last inch of him crammed inside her, the girth, the length, the heat seeping into her. And then she started to move her muscles, massaging him in ways she had never been able to experiment. Most never got beyond the entrance of her bottomless vent, but he scratched a deeper itch.

Sasha gasped when he felt his cock suddenly squeezed and caressed by her passage, the tightness greater with the added stimulation, waves of contractions that clearly were trying to milk him beyond dry. He was already tired, his hips burning with that pleasant ache and their bodies were sticky with sweat, steam rising as the heat only grew. It took barely ten seconds of unbearable, immense pleasure, of that juicy, puffy, tight and bottomless muff not giving him a single moment of rest as his body worked on autopilot for him to finally reach the finish line. Carry howled, her entire body tensing as warm, fresh, steamy spunk was injected deeper than anyone had ever gone, and there was just so much more of it too. Her womb sang for the first time in ages, filling up slowly. She clamped down on him, and hard, locking him in place until she rode down the intense orgasm wracking her two halves, one gushing with sweet honey all over his balls and hindlegs, bathing the ground, the other far more messy as her spasms made her cock swing left and right, each cumshot lasting seconds and flying for metres before hitting something and coating it in musky batter. She craned her neck, grabbing her tits and shoving her nipples in her mouth, drinking greedily the thick cream that was being wasted on a boring fence.

The two rode their climax for over a minute, hers lasting twice as much as his own, thus keeping him in place until her muff finally let go of his cock and allowed a very tired taur to slump on the ground before shakily standing up. From that low angle he was able to see the result of his work: that puffy tight hole was gaping, his spunk leaking in a dense river that fell over the twitching swells of her melon-sized balls, only to be washed by her lust over and over. He could stare into the chasm he had dug and see her walls ripple and twitch for a bit before she finally managed to catch her breath and stop spurting all over the place without end. While he was softening, his shaft retreating into his sheath, hers was still very much hard and still refusing to flag down even a bit. He was tired but he wanted to see just how much she could take before she went down and had to rest. He already had some ideas and just the right amount of helpers to make it come to fruition.

"That was amazing Sasha..." Carry slowly let go of the fence, wobbling her way to him as she left a trail of his seed behind. "Shall we go again?"

"Please... give me a moment... that was either the best fuck I've ever had or the most tiring one." He chuckled. "Or both."

"Why thank you." She smiled and kissed him, her breasts smushed against his chest, giving him a different kind of coating from the one utterly caking his hindlegs and groin. He could smell the sweetness of her milk despite the strong scent of sex, musk, sweat and what must have been litres of cum wasted on the grass and the trees and the fence and the rocks and somehow some even on the bus stop sign.

"I think we should get to my ranch, drink some water and then we can see if we can do something else..."

"Sure." One last kiss, tongues wrestling between their mouths for a long few seconds. He tasted her milk now, so sweet, so rich. He broke the kiss and latched his mouth around one of her nipples, the nub so thick he had no trouble giving it a gentle nibble and earn himself a gush that filled his mouth in less than a second. He gulped, drank and drank some more, switching breasts after a while, back and forth, a small waterfall of creamy white painting his chest. It was all so much that he barely realized he had gotten hard again and felt as if he could go for another round immediately, maybe last even longer. "Come on, we can't just spend the rest of the week fucking on the side of a road, at least we should try to do it at your place..."

"S-sure." Sasha gulped, wiping his chin of milk and blushing, slowly.

"You can have more later, ok? It's not like these girls are going to run away or run out any time soon." She gave her tits a squeeze, hosing him down with even more milk before turning around and walking towards his ranch. Sasha gulped and rushed to follow her, staying behind just enough to get another glimpse of her still gaping muff and the leaking spunk. His cock slapped against his belly and made the idea of mounting her immediately again suddenly far more attractive.

However he didn't: while his balls felt like they could dump as much as he had already spilled twice over, his muscles were starting to get sore as if he had worked a whole day without pause. Maybe getting into it after being still for most of the morning had not been the best idea but it had been certainly worth every small ache he was feeling in that moment. The two walked for a bit, chatting and laughing, but neither could forget that the other could have easily initiated another round of roadside sex and yet neither of them actually acted on that desire. They simply trotted side to side, cocks wobbling and leaking, Carry's muff and her tits leaving more trails behind her,, hearts racing because both knew that as soon as they got to the right spot, wherever it might have been, they would do it again and again until their muscles gave out.

Sasha's ranch was a quiet place, raising feral dragons was a job that needed lots of space far from any city, but there was little in terms of maintenance or need for dozens of stablehands to tend to the beasts. They were smart enough to learn days after hatching when feeding time was, where to go to get it, when bath times were and who took care of them. Since Sasha was a taur he had enough strength for several anthros, save for some of the more delicate tasks which he sometimes outsourced to a local kid in need of a summer job. At the moment the two taurs walked in, they were the only two save for the dragons themselves and free to do anything and everything they wanted. Within a minute Carry pinned him to the wall of his home, the wood creaking a bit as his weight was thrown around with ease by the bigger, stronger taur of the two and the tongue wrestling match resumed. Facing each other, they kissed and huffed, Carry's breasts again sandwiched between the two, again leaking and wasting their precious cargo, their cocks throbbing and playing a game where they tried to hose the other down with precum and, same as before, she was winning easily.

"Where were you all this time?" He huffed, nuzzling her, licking her neck with a deepening passion. "I could have used a partner like you a long time ago..." She giggled, her forepaws reaching for his cock, teasing his flare, squeezing it, using his gushing pre mixed with heaping pawfuls of her own to lube him up for later. "Gods Carry take it easy... we've got days to do everything..."

"Then we don't have nearly enough time Sasha, I want to do so many things I'd need months to do them all..." He almost let out a whimper, half aroused by the mental image of having her beside him for weeks and weeks on end, half scared that he'd not last that long, even if it was a beautiful way to go down. "Eeep!" All of a sudden, she jumped to the side, taking several steps and a chunk of the fence under the porch with her hindquarters, the wood easily shattered. The moment the towering herm taur was gone, a flash of white before his eyes that left him with his cock dripping with a mix of his precum and hers, his muzzle stained with milk and saliva and his eyes firmly planted on a jet black muzzle staring up at him with his tongue out.

"Damnit Hymn!" Sasha groaned, tempted to swat the feral beast's muzzle as he connected the thick, glistening sheen on his muzzle, the tongue sticking out, the widened pupils and a very, very sizeable erection jutting from between his legs to the panting taur that had turned the fence into firewood. Hymn licked his lips, huffing, his haunches shifting left and right. "Don't go jumping on people like that!" The feral dragon seemed not to realize he had done something bad, too focused on tasting what he had licked off Carry's muff to care about anything. "You good Carry?"

"Oh gods, that was a scare if I ever had one!" She put a hand on her chest, feeling her heart calm down somewhat. "You let the dragons out to roam?"

"Always, they come back to feed and sleep or bathe only, they need to grow up strong." Sasha rolled his eyes and caressed his dragon, the beast purring and rubbing his snout on his chest for a moment before the thick layers of spilled milk took his attention. The feral started licking madly, his tongue scraping and cleaning every scale with a hunger that was possible only for a beast.

"And boy did he grow up well, huh?" Carry cooed, her muff that had been licked so suddenly now on fire as her eyes settled on the slab of a shaft that Hymn so proudly carried behind his tree-trunk of a leg. For the first time she wasn't quite sure whether she was the biggest one among her partners, the feral dragon's blunt, thick, monstrous cock reached almost between his forelimbs, the flare as big as her fist and drooling with enough precum to rival her output.

"What? Oh... yes..." Sasha was confused for a second before realizing what she meant. A second later an idea blossomed in his mind that made his loins burn with a lewd, forbidden, taboo desire he had initially thought of keeping for the later days of her stay at the ranch. "You know... I was thinking of doing something, very, very, very naughty tomorrow, but we could push it a little earlier if you want."

"Do tell." Carry stood up, her cock jumping up and down, slapping her belly loudly enough to draw Hymn's attention. The moment the dragon saw her shaft, his own replied in kind, slapping his belly just as loudly, flinging precum all over as the flare swelled to the size of a dinner plate before shrinking back down. As if by reflex, just to keep up with the two showing off, Sasha's own cock started jumping, joining the chorus, outclassed by the sheer size of the other two.

"How about I call all of the dragons and... have them watch as I fuck you in front of the house?" Her shaft slapped one more time, the loudest, a rope of thick white spunk splattering on the wooden floor of the porch. "You did say you like an audience." Another rope, thicker still. The scent of cum, sex and sweat was starting to spread around the two, their bodies wafting the pheromones of their earlier session, now joined by the spicy, dense, animalistic stench of a feral beast. Sasha felt hornier than he had been for the entire ride as she walked by him and planted her four legs firmly at the centre of the small yard in front of his home.

"Then call them." She lifted her tail and once again bared her puffy vent, the last dribbles of his cum oozing out as her passage quivered. Hymn looked at that muff and then back at his owner, those eyes full of cleverness telling more than words could tell. Sasha grinned, replying with an equally meaningful stare to the clever beast, then whistled with two fingers in his mouth.

It took barely ten seconds for a dozen heads to poke from a dozen different hiding spots and corners, muzzles of all shapes and sizes, of all colours and heights. Carry shivered, her shaft harder than steel. Sasha didn't say anything at all, simply walking behind her, grabbing her tail and wasting no more than a handful of seconds before mounting her and driving his shaft inside her muff for the second time that day. The dragons watched with curiosity for a bit before the scent of sex started to spread and make them come closer, and closer, and closer until that dozen snouts were all busy huffing her musk, eyes locked onto her scales. Hymn was big, standing well above her lower half's height, but he wasn't the biggest among the ferals, some were thicker, some just a bit taller, although he had nearly no rivals in terms of junk. However, at the moment, with her muff so lovingly churned into a quivering mess, the herm taur didn't care about sizes, she only wanted their attention. And when she got it and the first curious female latched her mouth onto her nipples and started to suckle the milk gushing from her HH cup tits, Carry could do little than cum harder than she had done before. Her muff tensed up, a sudden orgasm wracking her body in waves, her tunnel twitching and locking down Sasha's cock, forcing him to endure the all-encompassing massage as her own shaft twitched one last time and fired its load all over the ground yet again. And again the pleasure from her male half was eclipsed by the fullness of her vent and the feeling of cum rushing to pool into her womb, this time with the added taboo pleasure of having several fully grown feral beasts all crowding around her, some sniffing her, some licking her scales, some fighting for the right to latch onto her tits and drink her milk. The small clearing in front of Sasha's house was soon dominated with over a dozen scents, male, female, herm, all mixed together wonderfully until not one of those standing in it wasn't influenced.

A forest of hard cocks slapped against bellies, adding their loads to the pool of precum, slick vents winking at males that should have been behind them, ready to shove as much cock as possible inside but that were all pointed towards one single taur. The sheer lewdness of it all made Carry only want for more. And she got more all the while giving all she could to Sasha, who, by virtue of only being above average and not a beast built for sex, barely kept up. As the male taur humped as hard as he could the deepest, tightest, wettest muff he had ever had the chance to lay his eyes on, he almost felt it was too good to be true and yet, as he came a second time, his nuts heaving harder than before, screaming in joy as they were used to their full potential, his cum flooding Carry's inferno of a womb and her squirming vent, he couldn't even imagine all this pleasure being a dream. He wasn't that good to imagine such a perfect lover as Carry was in that moment. He felt her squirm under his belly, her rump almost glued to his crotch as her muff clamped down on his cock, milking the stud for all he was worth and then some, her own cock steel hard, firing over and over again, outclassing Sasha with incredible, lewd ease. The male taur could smell her cum in the air, so potent, so musky, making him shiver much in the same way he felt as the scent of her muff rose from her haunches and fuelled his lust.

However, after two successive orgasm of that size, something he hadn't experiences in years or maybe never, massive, messy, wonderful, Sasha couldn't quite muster the energy for a fourth. But Carry could, she was still oh so hard and she didn't make it a secret. As Sasha pulled out, a small waterfall of his cum spilling over her balls, still twitching madly with the last heavy spurts of spunk that made the already sizeable puddle at her feet grow some more, she turned around and lifted her left hindleg, the fat orbs swaying as her cock barely flagged. He gulped, envious, ashamed of being outclassed in such a way but not any less horny than before. The taur huffed, taking in her musk that burned its way down his nostrils, making his brain fire on all cylinders, egging his body to follow suit. Carry smiled, seeing his desire and the shame of being unable to keep up with her, it was a lofty goal, even for him. Still, only part of her had gotten its fill, another had been barely touched and howled for touch and attentions.

Sasha gently kneeled as Carry pushed him on his knees, his spent cock retreating into his sheath, and waited eagerly as the herm taur walked above him, just enough for her cock to bump into his snout and smear it with precum. The male almost let out a whimper, so close to a massive slab of breeder meat, the scent so strong, the sight of the veins under that ebony skin, the thrumming of blood and lust mere inches from his face and tongue. She curled a paw behind his head and nudged him forwards, barely putting any force at all to get him to grab her cock in his hands and start to lick. Sasha had never touched a cock other than his own before, well, excluding the ferals' during mating season when a rowdy male failed to shove it inside a female, but definitely he had never held anything that thick and heavy. He weighed it, finding it unwieldy, too thick to grab even with both hands, the flare too fat to take in his mouth, the flow of precum too strong and virile for him to gulp so out of breath as he was. All of that should have made him shy away, but it only made him lick and nuzzle the slick cockflesh all the harder and with more devotion. He didn't quite feel himself lost in the musk, nor did he feel that that shaft surpassed her muff, but it did made him feel good to handle it. Carry huffed, feeling hands, albeit inexperienced, roam across her length, exploring it with the curiosity of a virgin, a tongue tasting here and there, licking wads of cum, teasing her flare and awkwardly taking in some spurts of pre. She grunted, humping the air for a few quick thrusts when Sasha moved all the way to the base and bumped his snout against her balls and started to truly go to town.

Minutes later, Carry howled, her balls slick with saliva, her cock spotless and swaying all over the place as Sasha brought her to a messy orgasm, the sheer tenacity and need to explore her cock and sack overshadowed the lack of skill. Her flare swelled, the thick cum pipe delivering spurt after spurt after spurt of spunk until the male's back was entirely coated in pearly white, rivers running on both sides of his heaving flanks, his face slick with oils from her skin and sweat he had scraped off her balls in five minutes of aimless, desperate worship. His nose was so chock full of musk and the heavy scent of cum he barely smelled anything else for hours and only regaining some sense of anything beyond raw male virility just as he ate her muff on his couch that evening after a quick, rushed dinner just to get food in their bellies. The tv spat out jingles, songs, dialogues and news but all fell on deaf ears, the only sounds that mattered were the moans from the two of them. Carry purred as Sasha buried his snout in her muff, her plump, swollen and abused lips parting around his tongue and part of his muzzle as he made sure no nook and cranny of her passage was left unexplored and unattended, his front paws idly stroking her cock as she pumped her tits around his own, milking one last load that splattered all over her breasts and mixed with her milk.

"I'm not sure what I love more... your pussy or your cock." He murred, curling beneath her, letting the bigger, stronger, hung and stacked herm spoon him on his taur-sized couch, finally giving the tv some attention as cum cooled on their scales.

"Both are just as important to me, you know? I'm built for pleasure, mine and yours." She chuckled, hugging his upper torso, letting her tits squish and bloat behind his back. He huffed, feeling milk dribble from the still erect nipples, tempted to turn and nurse on them again, tempted to lick his cum off that soft flesh before draining every drop of milk.

"I noticed." Instead he laid there, trying not to focus too much on the barely softening slab of cock nestled between his rump cheeks, their balls touching and sharing heat on the couch. "It's weird: I never even had any interest in males before."

"I'm not a male though..." Carry licked his neck and brought him closer. "I'm a herm now."

"Yes but you're a male... normally I mean." He blushed.

"This is normal for me: I can change forms whenever, I just need time to go between each and a new set of clothes, but this is as much me as when I only have two legs and no tits." Carry smiled, finally letting him rest as she felt some fatigue reach her. She had continued to pleasure herself the whole day, getting him to make her cum twice before his duties called and then they had resumed, moving to the inside of the house, him mounting her right beyond the doorstep after spending minutes drinking her milk straight from the tap just to help her alleviate some of the pressure. She had asked to try his mechanical milkers but he almost looked offended, demanding she let him use the old fashioned method, which gave him the time and the energy gained from all that milk to get hard again and pump more spunk in her womb. "This is still me."

"Then we could, maybe, think of having you try out some taur sex in some other form soon? I want to know how every part of you feels."

"Only if you are willing to experiment and let me tap this juicy ass of yours." Carry grinned, humping the muscular rump of the other taur. "You'll need training but I'm sure you can take some girlcock if you put your mind to it." Sasha twitched, unsure whether she meant her second form or the current one and the nature of the training. "I'm not hearing a no."

"I'm thinking about it, but I'd be inclined depending on your stance on letting me spoon you so we can get right on to a good morning start tomorrow."

"The answer is: if you don't, I'll make sure you can only smell my muff tomorrow. You can watch me jerk off all day on your furniture and nothing more so I'd better wake up with a nice fat taur cock firmly lodged back there... unless you feel like testing your luck and allowing me to break you in as you sleep." The two chuckled, Sasha more out of shyness and a bit of fear that he'd actually wake up with it poking at his virgin backdoor, then watched some shows before heading to bed.

They woke up exactly as they wanted, Sasha spooning Carry, his arms hugging her from behind and idly caressing her tits, making the milky, sweet mess on her side of the bed only bigger. She murred, her mind slowly stirring to life along with everything else in her body, making sure her lover wouldn't let go of her nipples and instead pinch them, play with them, tug and squeeze to empty the oh so heavy cargo they carried. The moment Sasha realized she was egging him on his started to hump, his flare scraping the herm's vent back and forth, the shaft slicker than ever in his life as the entire night's fluids bathed it and coated it thoroughly, his promise kept true. She felt fresh spunk rush into her womb a minute after he started moving, the pleasured grunts echoing in the bedroom, her own cock flaring and thrumming, her balls churning hard enough for Sasha to feel them twitch and deliver fat loads onto his walls and furniture with little regard for their value or cleanliness. She twitched on the bed, legs kicking and flexing as she let go and allowed him to toy with her shaft, handling the fat hunk of flesh and pointing it at everything, making an even bigger mess of his bedroom. Every twitch of his shaft made her stir, cum a little harder, until he stopped, his cum swirling madly in her womb, his flare locking it tightly inside. As the last spurts of seed left his aching sack, he forced Carry to flip on her belly, his legs around her, cock still firmly lodged within her muff, feeling the trickle of fluids bathe his base and balls and the bed and the infernal heat of her silken walls. Before she even finished her first orgasm, he started breeding her properly, thrusting with all his might into that tight vent, haunches kissing and spraying her fluids all over. Sasha felt her clamp on him like a hydraulic press, making him feel every single detail of her vent impressed on his flesh and making her see in her mind as if it was in front of her eyes every detail of his cock down to the smallest vein and throb of his flare. She came hard, her female half screaming in pleasure as her male half hummed, momentarily forgotten until his ravaging made their balls slap together one more time and brought each to a second orgasm. They writhed on the bed, cocks pulsing wildly, the sheets beyond saturated with cum, sweat and her honey until Sasha pulled out and let his spunk soak and then drip onto the floor to join Carry's far, far more virile and messy litres of cum.

"I'll go make breakfast, give something to the ferals in the meantime, you take a breather and then we can continue." He kissed her, stalling for time, his hands already trying to milk her.

"Seems like you are trying to get your breakfast in bed... maybe get a bucket and we can see how much I make... then you can drink it as I clean that messy cock of yours." Carry licked her lips, burying her head in his chest, dragging her tongue on his nipples and making him shiver.

"Another day maybe, today I want to give you a real breakfast."

For a while things continued that way: day after day the two woke up in bed, locked together, every day Sasha started by pumping one or two loads in her even before leaving the room, sometimes letting Carry use his mouth to milk one or two more from her. Then breakfast and tending to the ferals, an activity that Carry started to participate in, partly because she wanted to help, partly because every time she went into the barn the entire feral dragon population of the ranch tried to breed her. Studs let their cocks slip from sheaths fat as hers, each breeder possessing lengths similar to hers, balls to match the herm's immense pair, but their bulk was greater and looked more suitable than on her. She made no attempt to hide her curiosity for those beasts, both as smart, lively animals that had such different personalities, but also as hunks and mares she so desperately wanted to breed and be bred by. Every day starting from her third day at the ranch she gladly led the dragons in and out of the barn, blasted by the heavy bestial musk that their bodies produced, making her shiver all over even after the third orgasm of her morning, her cock rising to life or slapping against her belly and her muff leaving behind trails that made the ferals walk with their snouts glued to the ground, males and females alike, following behind the herm until they either ended up outside of bumped into her haunches and found themselves face to face with the very sources of all that goeey mess.

Carry had, several times, simply stopped in her tracks as she let the studs out, lifting her tail as Sasha watched from the sides, mewling when the breeders of the ranch started breathing heavily on her plump muff, their tongues exploring her more than fertile passage with little in the way of anything anyone could call restraint. The herm taur spread her legs, giving her the support as tongues thick as her own wrist ravaged a good portion of her female half, bringing her to orgasm simply from the sheer lewdness of allowing feral beasts to lick and sniff her rump. Other times she instead let the females out first, her cock hard and dripping and let them roam freely beneath her belly. Much to the surprise of the two taurs, more than a few of the young females, after finding out that the older ones took claim to the fat hunk of breeder cock, moved behind and started licking her sack, cleaning it, burying their snouts in the heavy, oversized orbs and competed among themselves to snort the stronger whiffs of ball musk and sweat. Some even licked her muff and the first time such a thing happened Carry came on the spot, as tongues and snouts and hot breaths stimulated her entire nether region, prompting a number of older mares to fight for the deluge of cum pumping out of that cock, some ending up coated in streaks the size of fingers, some had managed to get their mouths around a flare that made even their mouths open wider than normal and some simply licked and nuzzled the ebony shaft as it throbbed. Sasha mounted her immediately after, while a few lucky young mares tussled and messily claimed the herm's cock now that the older ones had gone, sated, stomachs full.

From that day on the two taurs allowed the dragons to watch from up close, often wandering themselves in their enclosure just so that they would get near and start licking, sniffing and trying to participate in their outdoor sex. Since Sasha wore out quickly, especially after the sixth day of near nonstop sex, Carry let him watch as she knelt in front of feral males and started tending to the boners she had caused them to pop, bathing in litres of cum until all of them had gotten their rocks off at least once, cumming herself multiple times almost all the time without even touching herself. However, despite everything, despite the dozen orgasm she was hitting every day, despite the sheer coating of cum, sweat and sex making her reek of lust every single moment even after hour long showers, Carry still felt that something else could be done. She hesitated at night, standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, her muff oozing buckets of cum after Sasha pumped the usual evening load, her cock half hard and still not completely satisfied. She touched the runes, but never completed that swipe she knew would make her change further, a new stage she had not seen before and always stopped.

But she wanted to feel new things, to witness just how much more she could do in a fourth form. It took a week and a half for her to cave in, returning to their now shared bedroom after having brought herself to orgasm over and over on the couch, her balls still pumping thick shots all over the floor. She curled around Sasha, her cock stiff as a steel beam, pushing the male's balls to either side of it, her tits wrapping around his head and holding him close, happy, glowing even, but not anywhere near as exhausted and empty as she wanted to be. Carry still felt so full, her balls aching for one more load or a dozen, her cunt could use a thick cock to plug it for the whole night but Sasha was once again too worn out for it. She wanted more. She swiped the runes without a second thought, her heart thumping since she knew she'd start the day in a different way and that Sasha would wake up surrounded by whatever form she took during the night. Her dreams arrived quickly and only made her more horny as the hours passed.

She did expect to be woken up by an explosion of power, maybe even feel different in ways she couldn't imagine, maybe Sasha would wake up before her and start to use her body, indulging in whatever the transformation had brought, but instead she simply opened her eyes and yawned. Carry felt rested, recharged, better than she had ever been after a transformation, until her body woke up as well a few seconds later. In that moment she only felt the familiar heat of lust bubble up: it was no different than normal, an itch she had sated so many times by toying with herself, a need to fill her muff with something thick, a need to cram her cock into something tight and wet, but two more seconds passed and it started to grow even more. Five seconds and she felt as if she had gone a day without even touching herself, ten seconds and her body was burning up, fifteen seconds and her backside never felt so empty and so hot at the same time, like a fiery inferno that only something hotter and absolutely massive could fill. She stretched, trying to get a hold of herself by flexing her muscles, but instantly that decision backfired immensely as the mere act of brushing of her muff on the sheets, the light touch of the soaked, sopping bedding onto her flesh made her shiver harder than if she had been in isolation for months without even a single finger to caress her lips. She curled back to try and get that devilish cotton away long enough for her to take a breath and, much to her shock, the same happened for her cock, the soft sheets caressing her ebony flesh felt better than a million hands. Carry moaned hard, louder than she had the right to for such little stimulation and yet she couldn't help but feel such pleasure. Before she could even do anything beyond twitch and moan, Sasha woke up, sputtering and coughing as lewd splatters of precum hit him all over, especially his muzzle, giving him a pleasurable and yet unexpected call made of pure musk.

"Oh gods Carry you're needy this morning..." The male taur giggled, his lower half's front limbs stroking the gushing shaft in between his soft paws, only making her mewl harder and hump with feverish desperation. "Whoa girl, gimme a sec and I'll give you a proper hello." He didn't do it immediately, instead he grabbed the cock in his grasp harder and started pumping his paws back and forth. "You feel thicker today... can't wait to... hold on..." Sasha stopped with a puzzled look on his muzzle.

"W-why did you stop??" Carry huffed, she was impossibly close to an orgasm that rivalled the hour long sessions of an entire day combined just from a small grope like that. She humped the soft pads herself, her cock racing over the sheets, her flare smearing precum all over in larger and larger amounts.

"Something's... wrong?" He wasn't sure himself until he opened his eyes and looked between his legs: sure enough, the shaft in his grasp looked thicker, longer, the flare seemingly only partially inflated and yet twice as big as the day before easily, but the second, just as fat, long, thick and massive cock staring back at him a few centimetres to the right was more shocking than the growth the first one had experienced. "Well damn..." Sasha's upper arms reached for that second slab of cock and touched it, immediately rewarded by a twin shower of precum all over his chest that almost felt like she had started cumming on the spot. "Calm down... please..." Carry resumed humping, what felt like litres of pre splattering all over the bed and the wall behind him, even more spilled over his lower and upper body.

"F-ffeels sooo good... keep going..."

"Hold on! You've..." Sasha woke up all at once for real as the realization hit him more than the next twin finger thick blasts of pre on his chin. "You swiped the rune before going to sleep?" She didn't answer, messily humping his paws. The male taur grinned and stared at those behemoths, they had to be half again as long and thick than before, more than a metre, hell, he'd have not been shocked at all if they had been close to two metres... He concentrated on them until he felt something big and squishy poke at his back, something that gushed creamy, frothy stuff all over his scales. Then Carry hugged him and her tits, softer, bigger, plumper, surrounded his head and drowned everything but the scent of milk and the sound of her heart madly thumping in her upper chest. It took a moment for him to realize that the two immense soft pillows drenching his back in milk were a different pair than the ones making the messy splatters of pre muffled to his ears. "Let me have a look at you before we can take that body for a spin, ok?"

"Mmmhh can't we take it for a spin first and then look at me?" She mewled, her voice oozing a need he couldn't quite believe she was capable of conveying. The mere act of hearing such a sultry, horny tone made his cock flex and stiffen, only to disappear between her cocks like a sapling placed next to a pair of grown trees. He stepped off the bed and Carry howled, bunching up the sheets and humping those instead as Sasha finally got a look at her. "Holy..." Half-asleep he barely realized that he had been on the verge of falling off the bed since she was taking up a lot of it, more than before and more than enough to make him feel even smaller now.

Muscles bulged on her arms and limbs, the connection between her torso and lower body looked like it had been sculpted by an artist. He'd have been amazed by those twitching bundles of muscle had his sight not landed immediately after on a second pair of tits on the taur body. Nipples close to the size of his wrist stood hard and stiff atop a pair of breasts so massive he had no reference point but the already massive upper pair. He guessed they were small beachballs so full of milk every single motion made gushes spill all over the bed, every tug from her erratic front limbs only making the flow of creamy milk worse and worse. He gulped, going back and forth between all of her breasts, his throat parched as he fought the need to latch onto her upper pair and drink while his cock plunged in between the others and squeezed them around it. She had given him boobjobs that felt heavenly before, she was big enough to make him cum from that alone, but those wobbling, sloshing mounds of pure heaven looked like they'd make his cock disappear in a valley of soft titflesh and never reappear again.

"Come on Sasha... just... do something... I'm on fire!!" Carry huffed, letting go of the sheets, quite literally peeling them off her cocks after litres of pre had glued them together, the lewd sound of the soaked fabric plopping on the ground made him gulp and stiffen up like a board. She hopped off the bed, letting the poor frame rest at long last and eyed him. She was panting hard, biting her lips as the lower, tauric pair of tits brushed against the floor, even her massive body after growth was barely tall enough to keep the two titanic teats away from it. "Please... touch me... make me cum please... I'm sssssoo full..." Sasha noticed the dazed look in her eyes just before she raced towards him, the ground quaking beneath her bulk. He swore he also saw her belly bulged out as if she had been pumped full of cum to make her look months pregnant before the two cocks took up all the space of his vision. She rose up, front limbs pinned to the wall on either side of his head, the flares actually touching her lower tits' nipples so big they were, his head surrounded by soft boobflesh and steel hard, throbbing ebony. He smelled the musk wafting from both behemoths, his legs bucking as the scent barreled its way down his nostrils and lungs like a tide, mixing with the sweetness of the milk in a perfect combination. "Mmmmh... so full and yet... so empty..." She humped the air, leaving only one front limb to keep herself upright, the other handling her left lower tit, spraying cream all over the wall and all over Sasha.

So close to her he could see every detail of her cocks, the veins angrily throbbing, the rivers of pre and milk, the blood and the sweat and the literal coating of musk wafting from their surface. The incessant bobbing made them sway, hosing the right side of the room in pre all over again, sometimes pushing each shaft just far enough to give the male taur enough time to stare at a pair of knots on each cock, bumping into each other near their bases each time they crashed back together. His throat felt even more parched now. She had grown knots and suddenly all the talks about him bottoming for her started to feel not viable anymore: even before she would have torn him in half, likely ruined his tailhole, something he actually felt might be hot, but now? He'd not sit down for months just taking the flare! And what if she actually managed to cram a knot the size of his fists put together in there? Just how hard would she cum and how much would she make his insides swell? His hopes that at least her sack had not grown as much was shattered in the most lewd and weirdly arousing way he could imagine as his eyes settled on not just a fatter, heavier, denser pair of balls, but two pairs, sloshing with such immense amounts of cum he could hear them from a metre and a half away.

"HHmffff... Sasha do something! I'm burning up!"

"O-o-ok just... calm down for a second!" Sasha was too busy getting cockslapped left and right, everything he could see was cock, more cock, her lower pair of tits and the quad set of balls the size of beachballs swaying back and forth. His own shaft ached, the sheer virility of the herm, the lewdness of it all and the changes combining into a dangerously arousing mix pure lust. "Get off the wall for a second..." Carry mewled and obeyed, stepping back a couple times but not lowering herself on the floor. Somehow she was able to stand on two hindlegs like an anthro, freeing her front limbs for use, immediately the two strong arms darting for her cocks and her tits, stroking, squeezing, tugging and aiming the dripping bits everywhere. Standing so tall she actually had to bend down or else her horns would carve deep trenches into the ceiling. "Get down." She promptly plopped her ass on the ground, sitting like a dog and howling in shock. She immediately stood up on all fours, craning her neck to look at her backside.

"Oh lords... ok, ok, I'm... ok." Carry took a few deep breaths, which barely helped since she was only inhaling more of her musk and lust. She then let go of her cocks and tits, letting all of that wobbling goodness sway as they pleased, her nipples grazing the floor while the two fat stalks poked from either side. "Gods everything feels so hot..."

"Ye-yeah I can see that..." Sasha gulped.

"I'm so full Sasha, like I haven't cum in weeks, my balls are about to explode!" Carry grunted, her flares widening to the size of literal dinner plates and then some more, bigger than his face for just a moment. "And so empty! My wombs are on fire!" She spoke and then shut up, looking at him with a curious look. "Hold on... what did I just say?" Sasha's eyes beamed with joy.

"Turn around." He swallowed all the saliva he had left and then braced himself, muscles ready to dash towards her. The moment Carry turned around and lifted her tail, Sasha felt as if his heart was ready to burst as, much like everything else on her body, even the juiciest, most perfect pussy in the world had doubled. There was a momentary thought that he should compliment her, that he could just admire and hold himself back, but his body moved faster than his brain that was still processing the sight. One instant he was staring at a pair of plump, drooling, fat muffs that beckoned him like jewels, the next he was shoving his tongue inside one, his snout buried into the tight folds as he huffed, panted and licked, his right hand teasing the lips of the other cunt, plunging in and out just enough to make Carry buckle on her legs and moan. "Oh fuck Carry..." The male taur huffed, his breath washing over her sexes, tickling and making her want for more. "You taste and smell even better..." He planted his nostrils on each slit, breathing in and out, making sure the heavenly, ripe, mare-like scent would be forever imprinted in his brain and never to be forgotten.

He didn't even need to search for her clits in that pair of mounds of puffy, heated, slick honeyed flesh, they were so big he just had to grab them. But they weren't just big, they weren't just the most sensitive pair of clits in the world, they were impossibly big and sensitive: each was thicker, bigger and longer than his fingers, maybe as big as a fucking eggplant, blood rushing through them, the mere friction of those nubs on her scales made the massive taur twitch. It must have been utter hell not to cum on the spot just from his fingers grabbing them. Carry howled, widening her stance and spreading her cunt lips to reveal the pink, soft insides. Sasha had never been that hard, even the first time he laid his eyes on her sex felt like a mere appetizer of the sight before him in that moment and again he threw himself on her, now taking an eggplant-sized clit in his mouth and sucking on it, knowing in his heart he could make her cum from that alone. The nub literally filled his mouth so big it was and neither complained: she came a little just from it, hosing the floor in seed, he was snout-deep into her cunt and suckling on her like he'd done with her nipples, only now the reward was getting his nares completely saturated in her scent and bathed in honey as if he was taking a lewd shower.

The hyper taur was drowning in a sea of stimulation, her body not even used to the new sensations and so readily overloaded: her cocks ached, desperate to be crammed inside something, anything, her balls ached even more, the lords only knew just how many litres of cum she had to empty before she could even think straight. The fact that her cunts felt like they were on literal fire made the already strong desire to have them utterly filled so much worse as Sasha insisted not to cram his cock in there and dump every drop of cum he had. But as he licked, lapped, thrust his fingers and then his arms all the way to his elbows inside her cunts and teased her as he ate her tailhole, digging into that puffy donut with hunger, she couldn't even voice her complaints and merely allowed the horny male to use her.

But even him couldn't hold back forever, he had to try how she felt around his cock, he had to pump his load inside both muffs till they gushed cum, desperately so. She was bigger now, far bigger, if he had to breed her he'd barely get half his cock inside even standing up like she was, which he couldn't do at all and the solution looked to be even more arousing. Sasha grabbed her flanks and hoisted himself up, his forelimbs helping him literally climb atop the massive herm as his hindlegs rested on her own hindlegs and brought him to level with her muffs. She felt his weight on her back, it was lovely, she wanted to have something as big and heavy as her pressing her down like that, but she forgot about that thought when Sasha simply crammed his cock inside her right muff and hilted himself on the spot. She didn't cum immediately, but she did howl hard enough for her lungs to ache, her cocks hosing the entire bedroom in a titanic twin gush of spunk that lasted seconds, her quartet of tits begging for attention but promptly ignored. Then the smaller taur started thrusting, his flare scraping her insides, filling her and yet leaving half of her absolutely unsatisfied until his tail found the slit to his left and filled that up too. She knew that if someone were to touch her tits or sheathe her cocks into something slick, she'd pass out, there was just so much to handle she barely held on to her consciousness as Sasha, with his fat cock, was barely filling just one of her cunts and everything else was left alone. She wanted to feel that, she wanted to pass out cumming like the world was about to end and do it over and over...

Minutes passed, Sasha lasting so long only thanks to the week of senseless breeding and all the training it had brought, but even then he didn't even want to last long: he wanted to fill both her vents and for that he'd have to cum hard, fast and more than before. The male reached his orgasm, spurt after spurt painting Carry's depths white, her walls squirming with pleasure as she came too, hitting the long awaited peak just as he pulled back, his cock momentarily spilling his precious load all over her puffy tailhole and the outer lips of her cunt before plunging into her left one and resuming. Carry licked her lips and let go: seconds later, all four of her balls sang with bliss as they shrank and twitched, visibly churning and delivering the fattest, thickest, densest load of cum anyone had ever seen. Loads to be precise. Each cock was aimed in a different direction, one on his bed, one towards the door of the bedroom: the first was drenched instantly as literal litres coursed through the metre and a half of knotted horsecock, the soaked sheets ruined forever, the mattress turning into a sponge for her lust. The second splattered with enough force to ricochet back, streaks of white clinging to Carry's tits before the sheer strength of her orgasm knocked the door open and started flooding the hallway just beyond. Sasha came again in her second muff, the first one twitching, desperately empty and almost making the male feel jealous he lacked the same double, oversized equipment she had just because he couldn't fill her as he wanted to. Carry came again together with him, her flares swelling more, her nuts churning so hard even he felt each single spurt leave her sack and splatter on everything he owned. A good metre above the ground, resting on his lover, cock trapped in the most lovely of vices, pumping more and more spunk into her, surrounded by the thick stench of cum, sweat and milk, the only sounds around them those of Carry's immense, endless, virile loads bathing the entire room.

As always, she lasted far longer than he did, but this time it was on such a massive scale that he had the time to get down, wipe his cock on her ass, feel it slip back in his sheath and give him a good minute to take a breather before she even looked like she might be not cumming as hard or as much as before. Five straight minutes, dozens of litres of cum, two ruined rooms and god knows how much milks spilled later, Carry finally felt her body relax. The knots on her cocks deflated, her balls stopped churning, her muff still needy and empty but less so than before as his loads swirled in her swollen belly. Despite the mess, her sack had barely shrunken and her cocks refused to go limp, mere half chubs the size of most people's entire legs just a couple centimetres above the floor, thick strands of precum constantly oozing out of the wide cum pipes connecting each cock to the floor. She still grabbed her tits, both sets, and milked herself wherever she wanted, their production even more endless than her balls somehow.

"MMmmh Sasha... I need to be milked..." She turned towards him, standing upright again just to get more hands to grab at her tits and squeeze the impossibly thick and hard nipples. Every tug meant a small flood of milk, every touch another, every jiggle, prod and pinch adding even more as if nothing could stop it. Sasha felt so thirsty he knelt in front of her and took one of those feral breasts in his mouth, and immediately had to swallow enough frothy, ambrosial milk to make his belly swell to a paunch. Yet he refused to let go and drank more until he was forced to stop, full, bloated and happy. "N-not enough! I'm too full Sasha!" She squeezed, showering him in even more milk as his hands latched onto her nipples like handles, tugging as if he was manually milking one of his mares.

"S-sure... I've got some... milkers in the barn..." He stood up, shakingly, but managed to walk out and not crash from a musk-induced and milk-fuelled sex haze that made everything reek of her ball sweat and taste of sweet cream.

She meekly followed him, barely letting go of her upper set of breasts, her cock swaying left and right with wild abandon and little concern for the furniture that got even more doses of precum as she passed by. The television fell, blasted off the stand in the living room when she stopped for a second to stroke her left shaft, shivering and spilling a single shot that carried enough fluid and force to push the heavy item on the ground. The entrance door was cracked around her rump, the frame bent and shattered here and there just to let her pass and still Sasha could not care less. It was as if all of the days before were nothing but an appetizer for this magnificent mess, one he knew he could hardly enjoy since he felt already out of steam. Fortunately he had a solution.

The barn had milkers, mostly for the dragons during breeding season, when the females' teats swelled after birth and the eggs hatched. They were feral-sized, meaning each thick tube was massive for anything on two legs and most things on four that weren't a feral dragon, and still he had to make Carry huff to push the tubes on her nipples so thick they were, and the constant spurting didn't help either. But once the pumps started humming, and the other set was fastened to her upper pair of breasts joined the other one, Carry finally breathed a sigh of relief, although he missed it for he was too busy connecting the biggest tanks for milk he owned to the pump before the internal container shattered. Those tanks were made to hold a couple days up to a week of milk during heat so they could hold for a while... or so he hoped. There was no way to tell just how much she could pump out now, literally impossible but if the state of his house was any indicator, he might have to do some improvised finagling with his equipment just to keep up with a days' worth of her fluids. The mere thought made his balls churn, but as empty and aching as they were, he hardly had any energy to get his cock hard and make use of her again.

"Oh that feels wonderful." The hyper herm taur slumped on the ground, carefully handling her shafts just to avoid hosing the machine and break it, the two slabs of ebony flesh resting on her hindlegs like thick meaty curtains. "Thanks Sasha."

"You're... welcome." He smiled and collapsed on the hay next to her. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I need to cum again... but I can hold for a while more." She giggled when she saw him pale at the mere thought, or maybe he was blushing but all the blood was already directed to his cock. "Lords above I'm so big..." She craned her neck, admiring all of her as best she could: muscles to rival bodybuilders, tits to smother a dozen people at once, an ass that could literally shatter doors and balls so heavy they actively dragged her ass towards the ground. "And so... gods I don't even know. There is so much to feel I don't know where to begin!" Despite the worried tone she was grinning, licking her lips in hunger. "I'm so full and so empty at the same time... mmmhhh, oh fuck I need something to fill my wombs..." She opened her eyes, her front limbs patting the fat swell of her lower belly. "I can feel them beg for buckets of sperm to fill them to the brim..." Carry looked at him. "All four of them." He gulped. "I need to be filled Sasha... I must be... or this heat won't go away... ssssso many wombs to cram with spunk... so many cunts to plug..." She huffed with need again. "You'll need a hand because we're not doing anything until I get my fill today."