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Sunlight beamed in through the window, signaling the start of a new day. Owain was roused from his lips, slowly opening his eyes before yawning and stretching. He was in a good mood from the very start; the logging job with Bentley was done. They were all sent out to their needed places, meaning he was free to go back to his regular duties full time. But that was just one part of why he was so upbeat. Tomorrow would be another day off for everyone on the ranch. With a quiet sigh he eased out of bed, doing his best to creep his heavy body out of the Stables. The others were waking up as well, sharing his excitement.

“Morning all,” Marlo said. He had gotten up early to make breakfast, wishing the others a good morning as they stepped into the front area of the Stables.

“So, what’s on the menu today?” Riley asked, joined by his brother.

“Oatmeal,” Marlo revealed, having a pot of it ready. The entrance doors opened and stepping in were Danny and Gordie. The bulldog was yawning while the human next to him was eager to start the day. They all sat at the table and Danny wound up sitting next to Owain. The bull didn’t know what to say, just smiling when their gazes met.

“I hope I’m not too late!” Sebastian said as he walked in as well. He flinched from the many eyes that were on him but eventually he found his place at the table as well. Bowls of oatmeal were filled and passed out.

“Only one more day until we get to kick back,” Storm said, his voice full of excitement. “Better make it count.” The others nodded as they started to eat.

“I assume you guys already have plans?” Danny asked, addressing no one in particular.

“Just gonna wind down, maybe take a dip in the lake,” Storm said.

“A skinny dip?” TJ asked with a smirk.

“Maybe,” the clydesdale said, shrugging casually and rebutting with a smirk of his own.

“I could…finally sort out the mess in the cellar,” Sebastian said in a quiet voice.

“Yeah, it’ll be good to just do whatever comes to mind. Heh. Maybe even nothing at all…” Gordie chuckled.

The others agreed and continued to eat until they were finished. The time for work was approaching and the crew were starting to leave one by one, preparing for their jobs or using the available time left to take a shower. Owain watched as Danny got up from the table with his empty bowl. It was put in the sink before the human made his leave. The bull waited for a bit before depositing his own bowl that Marlo would wash. He followed after Danny, still determined to make it up to him by assisting with or even taking on his job. Owain had gotten used to doing them and could chime in between his field work.

Danny noticed this and figured that as long as Owain wasn’t overextending himself or neglecting his assigned work, then it was fine to let him assist. The first job on his list was meeting Beau in the barn, letting the cow get himself comfortable before the hand milking began. He wasn’t the only one there. Also scheduled to be milked was Storm. The horse had a smug look on his face when he saw the bull walking in. Lacking shorts, he was already in position to have his seed harvested.

“Can you help him out, Owain?” Danny asked. Day by day the bull was really shaping up to be a dependable farmhand if they would ever need some extra help. Of course he agreed to help, letting out an awkward chuckle when the human directed him to service Storm. The bull got the right pump and lubed it up.

“You’re still doing this?” Storm chuckled. Even with his cock rock hard there was no awkwardness between them. Their eyes were trained on each other before Owain rolled his.

“Yes, I am.” The bull’s response was flat. He gripped the clydesdale’s erection, giving it a firm squeeze and then he jerked it roughly. A moan was forced out of Storm. Holding the base still, the pump itself was slipped over the length. Storm did the rest by turning the machine on, adjusting the settings to his liking. Owain finally looked down at his friend’s huge erection. The pump was doing its thing, making the equine’s expression shift into one of pleasure.

Meanwhile, Danny was pumping his hand along the male cow’s cock. It was pulsing while dripping a constant amount of milk into the bucket below. He never got tired of doing this for Beau, still marveling at the hybrid bovine’s very existence. Picking up the pace a bit, he coaxed more spurts of warm milk out. It all dropped into the bucket, the bottom of it was starting to pool.

Beau groaned, gripping the sides of the chair he sat in. He was enjoying the attention just as much as the touching. Danny’s eyes were scanning him all over, the curiosity they portrayed was easy to sense. It was rather flattering. He was the most recent addition and yet this place already felt like home to him. The other anthros had taken him in, becoming his friends.

He felt close to both Danny and Owain. Their relationship was still up in the air as far as he and everyone else were concerned. Owain was eager to help the human out in any way that he could. They worked well together too. The animosity that once followed Owain like a shadow had all but faded by now. He just hoped that things between him and Danny could be resolved.

The rising sensations brought him out of his thoughts; his first climax was always the strongest when done by hands instead of a pump. It was the extra stimulation of Danny’s moving hands. Fingers that were sailing over his length. Prods and squeezes to his tip or base were getting more milk to come out in spurts. These nuances did things that the automated pump couldn’t. As long as he got to “truly” cum, it made the rest of the milking no issue for him. What he needed was that feeling of fulfillment.

It was given to him when Danny’s hands pushed him over the edge. Groaning in time with his climax, feeling his full balls drawing up. Pumping through the shaft was a rush of hot male cow milk. It splattered heavily when falling into the bucket. Every moment of the strong climax was savored, made even better by Danny still stroking him, determined to get every drop that he could.

Danny watched as the amount of milk in the bucket was increasing, the creamy fluid’s level rising all the higher until the final drop fell. By then the bucket was almost entirely full. While Beau took a moment to collect himself, the ranch hand was already taking it away to be poured into jars. Once they were filled, he carefully stored them in the fridge. He knew that Beau would handle things on his own when he was ready.

Storm and Owain were talking back and forth while the stallion was being pumped. As they conversated, Beau watched with interest. It wasn’t just the equine’s prominent endowment but what it could produce: precum and seed. That’s what balls usually made. But that wasn’t what his testicles made. All that ever came out was pure milk. It felt good but the hybrid bovine often wondered what it would be like to have the thick, sticky stuff coming out instead.

Hearing Storm’s groan snapped him out of his gawking. What he was seeing now was the tank connected to the pump being filled with horse sperm. Just like his milk, the fluid would be collected and soft off to whoever had paid to have the fresh equine seed. Its purpose could be for those who wanted to have kids, mares who volunteered to become pregnant, or just someone who wanted to have fun with the substance in their own way. Sometimes it made Beau a bit jealous but other times he was feeling a slight sense of superiority that was kept to himself. What he made was one of a kind and he could endure consecutive rounds of pumping without feeling drained, at least when it came to energy.

Storm continued to pant until the machine was stopped. A big and rich load was sitting in the tank. Owain removed the pump from his friend’s shaft, leaving Storm to catch his breath. Carefully he removed the tank and took it to the table where the jars were waiting. As he rode out the afterglow from letting so much out, Storm smiled. He had to admit that Owain had gotten much better at doing farm hand stuff. Still not as skilled as Danny and Gordie, the bull had gained a steadier hand and a patience that wasn’t there before.

***

Still helping the human with his jobs, Owain lent a hand in doing some upkeep around the ranch. They checked the water tower to make sure it was running fine. Once they again took care of the hot water issue, they collected and cleaned the fabrics, washing the clothes and sheets before pinning them up to dry. Owain’s greater height was appreciated. He began the designated “clothes pinner,” putting them all on the clothesline after Danny handed them over.

Working with Danny gave the bull a greater sense of respect for what the ranch hands did. It was easy to assume that he, Storm, and Marlo worked the hardest because they were out in the fields. Danny was working hard to manage so many tasks before the day was over, and doing them well too. He and Gordie were keeping things clean and in order for them behind the scenes. From his own experience, it was actually harder than he first assumed. A lot of the jobs required a level of care and precision that he wasn’t used to exerting. It was much different compared to the more straightforward things like lifting full barrels or dragging plows across the earth.

‘I do miss the hard work,’ Owain said to himself. He was used to it and he found it fulfilling: watching his efforts have a direct impact on his surroundings. Plowing the earth and planting seeds led to produce growing. His raw strength was only matched by Marlo, making him a needed asset.

‘Maybe that’s what caused me to get such a big head?’ he questioned while leaning against the outside of the Stables. He had always been proud of his strength but being able to do things that no one else could. That was certainly true when he was first hired. That feeling of being the most important was still vivid in his mind. It didn’t take long for him to be knocked down a peg but he supposed the lesson didn’t stick, or maybe old habits just died hard…

His helping led to them being done just in time for lunch. Having sandwiches, the bull and human sat against the lone apple tree’s brick wall. While Danny was eating, Owain was going back and forth in his mind about what he should say. Had it been long enough for him to finally talk about what happened?

“Uh, Danny. I… I just want to say that I’m sorry. What I did back there…it wasn’t right at all. I was jealous of the others and angry with myself because I couldn’t be forward with you. But that still didn’t make what I did right. And I’m also sorry that I wasn’t listening to you about that gang. I know first hand how...scary they can be. If you can’t forgive me, I get it. But I just wanted you to know how stupid I’ve been feeling about all of this…” the bull had tried to speak concisely and evenly but what came out was a spew of words. All the same they were words that he meant.

There was a drawn out silence after Owain spoke his piece. Every passing second filled him with more dread. The human turned and faced the bull with a smile.

“Apology accepted. I was wondering how long it was going to take. Or were you planning on following me forever?”

“Uh, whichever came first I guess…” Owain said. The two shared a laugh that shed so much weight from the bull’s shoulders. “I was just afraid that I lost you as a friend.”

“Well, you’ve more than made it up to me. But there’s something else you can do if you really wanna seal the deal,” Danny said.

“Oh, and what’s that?” the bull asked. Naturally the bull was imagining something spicy. What Danny asked for was help painting the shed. Danny had gotten the interior nice and cozy but felt the exterior didn’t match its state. The paint was obviously old, worn from weather, chipping to the point that the wood underneath was showing. Agreeing that his friend’s quarters deserved a full upgrade.

Since they had the rest of the day to do whatever they wished, the human and bull got some paints and brushes from the storage. Working together and playing to their strengths; Owain was great at painting large areas at once while Danny did the detailed work, covering all the nooks and crannies. The others walked by, sometimes stopping to admire the pair’s teamwork. Word quickly spread around the ranch that the two had made up when the human confirmed it. When they were done the only thing left to do was let the paint dry.

“Thanks, Owain…” Danny rose up to his tiptoes, leaning in close, giving the bull a soft kiss on the cheek, leaving the bigger male dumbfounded for a few moments. He walked away in much higher spirits, fully free from his guilt and glad that Danny still considered him a friend.

“Well, well, well…” Leaning against a tree and biting into an apple was TJ. “I take it things finally worked out?”

“With flying colors.”

“Good for you, dude,” the pig complimented. “So, what are you gonna do now? Still pining after him?” After the words were spoken TJ glared a bit at the bull.

“Nah, I think it’s out of my system now. Well mostly…” he admitted, thinking of his magazine stash for a moment.

“Great.” After tossing the apple to the ground, TJ stepped forwards and crossed his arms. “But what about your best friend? Leaving him to fend for himself? Not even telling him what’s going on in that blockhead of yours?!”

“Ah...yeah…” Owain winced. “Sorry about that, TJ.”

“Talk is cheap! You should have come to me from the beginning. And look at all the trouble you caused!” TJ continued to rant for a bit longer until he stopped, took a deep breath, and grinned. “I’ve waited for you to finally get some sense long enough.” He grabbed the bigger male by the hand, pulling him way out past the water tower and into the open field where the wild flowers grew. The porcine finally revealed what he wanted; boldly putting his hands on the bovine’s crotch, unzipping and pulling down Owain’s crotch, bringing his leathery sheath into view.

The dropping of his shorts brought a rush of excitement. It had been a while since Owain had even touched himself, let alone spending intimate time with the others, too focused on making things right. The pig’s rough hand started to rub and grope his sheath with urgency. Luckily for him, Owain’s body responded. Spilling out from his sheath, swelling and rising, the bovine cock reached full mast while still in TJ’s grasp, the meaty 13 inches that he had been wanting to interact with. It wasn’t just the cock that he missed but the bull himself. He couldn’t say that but could show it.

“You big...dumb bull!” TJ huffed but he was smiling.

“That’s me,” Owain chuckled.

“At first I was really mad at you. You could have come to me and I would have helped. Then I was kinda glad that you didn’t tell me. And then I was just worried about you,” TJ admitted, becoming serious for a moment. “I’ve waited for you long enough.”

TJ was already on his knees. The first thing he did was get his fill of the bovine’s scent, pressing his snout to the slightly sweaty ballsack. Another thing he loved about Owain was his musk and he was catching up on all of the time that he had missed. Taking deep whiffs, he filled his lungs with the deep, earthy aroma. It sent a rush through him, making his own pants tight in an instant. As soon as he got the scent, he wanted a taste. Owain grunted from the sudden firm lick that his balls were given, leaving them feeling slick from the thick pig saliva. The tongue was fat, warm and caressed both balls slowly, tracing all over with finesse that wouldn’t have been expected from the brazen, free-spirited pig.

“Oh man…” Owain moaned. Pairing with the licks was the touch of TJ’s hands, slowly stroking his bovine cock, but only stroking from the base to the center. Now that tingles were flowing through him, the bull couldn’t deny how pent up he was.

“Just like old times, huh?” TJ chuckled. He pulled back, having his fill on the musk that he knew so well. His shorts felt like they were going to burst. Pulling them down and finally releasing his cock brought relief. His length sprung free, leaking so soon, showing just how in need of this he was. They got close again, Owain getting down too, sitting on the soft grass and TJ getting on top, having their bodies pressed together.

The pig felt up his best friend’s chest, admiring the thick muscles beneath the light brown pelt. Caressing the wide, solid chest. Flicking his thumbs over the nipples. Owain flinched and groaned respectively from these actions. Easing down to suckle on one made the bull wince. Unexpected sensations coursed through him. Hearing these moans made TJ all the more excited. The more he heard them, the greater his lustful fires raged. In their position, the pig and bull’s cocks were touching. Owain was much bigger in multiple ways: standing taller and packing 13 inches, 7 more than the pig’s 5. That didn’t stop TJ from rocking his lips, grinding their shafts together. The precum freely oozing from his tip made things slick between them quickly.

Owain wasn’t the only pent up one. TJ had been saving himself for his best friend. The task was harder than he expected it to be. Every day he was hoping that the human and bovine had made up. And now that they had, he was giving all of his held back feelings and desires to the other male. Waves of feeling were traded back and forth. TJ’s moans were muffled, partially blocked by the pec that TJ was suckling from. When he pulled back the nipple was left a bit puffy and slathered completely in spit. Moving over, he gave the same treatment to the other nub. While sucking dutifully, TJ was grinding and swirling his tongue, first tracing around then sweeping over it repeatedly.

“I wasn’t expecting all this…” Owain panted. The sensitivity of his chest also wasn’t expected. Paired with it was his dick being rubbed by another. Hot precum was spurting all over it, both his and TJ’s. It was a mess that leaked down their shafts, reaching and dripping from their balls. The energy between them was electric, only getting stronger with the passage of time. The nipple was released with a heavy gasp from TJ, a thin string of spit keeping the hard nub and his lips connected.

TJ seemed to know what he wanted. Either that or they were just in the mood for the same thing. Wrapping around and pumping at their cocks were the pig’s hand. Precum was getting all over it. He smeared the excess of fluid all over their lengths, suddenly letting go. Owain made a sound of surprise. The pleasure was cut off completely as TJ was sliding his body back.

“You didn’t think I would be satisfied with just that, did you?” the pink spotted pig asked. Turning around and sticking his big rump out, TJ made sure that Owain could see him reaching back, using the collected precum to lube up his own hole. Once it was good and wet he leaned forwards, spreading his big soft asscheeks, swaying his hips back and forth to further entice the bull. Owain’s cock twitched with need. Taking matters into his own hands, the bull guided the shaft to his friend’s hole, lining it up with the soft entrance.

It was his intention to slowly guide the length inside, but TJ pushed his own ass down, suddenly stuffing himself with half of the bull’s total size in one motion. That was no small feat, a thick 6.5 inches that were spreading the passage. TJ moaned out and Owain had nearly melted from the soft hole that surrounded his aching tapered shaft.

Huffing through his nose, Owain gripped those wide hips, shoving the rest in himself. It had been a while but TJ was just as capable, handling it all with an expression of pure pleasure. For a bit the two stayed just like that. Another huff came as the bull pulled back, dragging his cock along the walls of the snug pighole. Coming right after was a thrust that slammed every inch in this time.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” TJ shouted, his voice filled with glee. His ass was filled with bull cock; a sensation he had missed. Hot, throbbing, and leaking its precum all over his twitching walls. Every thrust pushed the whole thing inside, the bovine’s heavy balls pressed against the porcine’s big pair.

“I almost forgot how good your ass feels,” Owain said between the thrusts. They were steady now, rocking TJ’s body from the power he put into the pumps. Now that he was going, he couldn’t stop himself, being led by his increasing pleasure. In addition to his own actions was TJ rocking in the opposite way, savoring everything that was given to him, loving the rush that came when every inch was pushed in deep. The filling and stretching brought a certain kind of pleasure that he couldn’t get enough of. Its tapered shape made it all the thicker the further, ended by the base and sheath. He kept grinding against the precum-soaked walls, touching certain sports along the way. The pure need to blow his load after so long guided him into thrusting with increasing roughness. TJ’s experience and similar need for a climax was keeping him at pace with the bull.

That pace was picked up by the bovine. Listening to the smacks of their connecting bodies, his swinging balls, and their louder moans was making him feel all the hotter under the early summer sun. Neither were willing to let up; TJ also increased the speed of his actions, matching every incoming thrust with a firm backwards push of his body. A rise of satisfaction came when he heard Owain’s deeper grunts. That was because he was clenching his hole while doing so.

One of the pig’s hands was between his legs, stroking his heavily dripping cock. His own balls were big and hefty, a trait of his species. But even when they were weighed down more than usual by the amount of seed in them. He had been saving it all for this moment. Every slap of Owain’s sack against him brought a shock. A volley of thick precum spurt from his twisted tip. It was sloppy, sinking between his fingers as he squeezed. Stroking faster with this extra thick pre made him cry out all the louder.

The bull increased the power and speed even more, making sharper claps from his bulky body slamming into the plump ass. He could feel the long length pulsing harder, leaking more. Owain was close, and so was he. All of that pent up seed was churning their balls, readied to be released. Still building between them, the two kept going, neither aiming to slow down or drag this out.

“I’m close,” Owain said.

“Me too,” TJ grunted. “Wanna do it at the same time?” The bull’s ears flicked and he nodded. They worked their bodies as much as they could, acting in tandem with each other until neither the bull or pig could handle any more.

As they desired, their orgasms struck with full force. Owain was pumping a huge load into the already filled hole. Rushing into the pig were gushes of stored up seed, feeling especially hot and thick. It just kept coming, overfilling the pig’s ass. This sensation pushed TJ over the edge as well, making him squeal out. Rivets of seed were flying from the corkscrewed tip. The heavy sack’s contents were finally allowed to fly freely, landing heavily onto the grass and flowers, weighing them down. TJ had made a complete mess of the ground in front of him. He could feel cum oozing from his rim, dripping down the back of his fat sack.

The pair of best friends were panting hard as TJ collapsed, his back becoming pressed to Owain’s front. The bull’s cock slipped from his ass, cum freely leaked from his stretched tailhole. This was a lot even for the stud bovine. He could maybe release this much again if he held back for the same amount of time, but already decided it wasn’t worth it. Satisfied, the two would usually part ways after recovering. But this time Owain turned them both to the side, pressing his sheath to the messy rump, playfully grinding against it.

Feeling himself being pulled close and cuddled by the bigger male made the pig’s heart flutter. For a moment he considered revealing the feelings he had for the bull. Then he decided that it wasn’t the right time. For the time being he let them be just friends blowing off steam.

“That was...just what I needed,” TJ said instead, being glad that Owain couldn’t see his expression.

“Same here. You’re such a natural with that butt, Teej,” the bull said, giving it a smack and grope.

“Thanks,” TJ responded with a chuckle. “I’ve been practicing lately.”

***

After a shower, Owain took some time to rest in the grass some more. After working with the logs and all of those farmhand chores, he was glad to have some time to sit back. Though the apology was accepted, he still had a desire to make things up to his human friend. He smirked to himself, looking forward to the next day. While thinking he saw Danny pass by in the near distance.

Danny was glad when the shed’s paint had finally dried. He loved the color and finish, matching the interior perfectly. Stepping inside, he threw himself on the bed with a sigh. Life on the ranch was great, feeling all the better after hearing Owain’s apology. He knew that the bull was sincere and it was a relief to finally put that whole ordeal behind him. Now a whole day off was ahead of him. Everyone else seemed to have plans in advance, but there was nothing in particular that came to mind for him.

Just as he started to think, there was a knock at his door. The one who opened it when allowed by Danny was Sebastian. The feline smiled when their gazes met. “Hi, Danny. Um, mind if I come in?” he asked.

The feline was a rarer sight on the ranch. He spent most of his time out of the human’s sight. Danny learned from the others that the feline was more active at night, taking on the night watch, making use of his keen eyes that weren’t hindered by the darkness. They managed to spend time together often enough and Danny gained a familiarity with the cat’s demeanor. Apparently Sebastian was shy around those who were new.

All on his own, Danny could also tell that socializing wasn’t the feline’s strong suit. Sometimes his words were curt and other times he was almost rambling. It was most apparent when he spoke in front of multiple people. He was much calmer and his words came out smooth when it was just him and Danny.

“Sure,” he let the feline in. Sebastian smiled and shut the door. Danny had a good idea of why the cat was so peppy. The thin jacket that was nearly the length of his own body was open in the front. Swaying and bouncing, standing out clearly among the pure black was a bright and cone shaped pink.

“T-the cellar’s kind of a mess. Sorting things out is gonna take way longer than I thought… So I wanna do this in advance,” the cat told him. Danny understood and didn’t mind if he dropped by to take care of his needs.

The two were soon on the bed, starting slow with some petting and light kissing. Sebastian was quick to start purring from the kisses to his neck, reaching lower. It felt better than the last time and he already felt his barbed length pulsing. Danny was naked in a short amount of time, his body getting over Sebastian’s, taking the lead as he usually did.

He continued kissing, reaching the chest. The furry area was given slow licks too. This was something new for the anthro; the new sensations were quickly welcomed, a warmth and tingling comfort spreading through the rest of his body. And moving even lower brought those kisses to the cat’s stomach then navel. When the time came for his twitching length to be touched, it was skipped in favor of his legs being lifted high, giving the human access to his winking tailhole.

Contact was made via a warm human tongue, swirling along the rim’s shape. The action was slow and slowly centering until the licks were given over the hole’s center, one after the other, wetting the surface with saliva that spread warmth through the cat’s body. His purrs turned to small moans. Those moans became a yowl when the tongue eased in. The moans returned as the tongue continued to flick and twirl inside, teasing the sensitive walls via direct contact. Sebastian squirmed a bit from the wet muscle swiping along the soft walls, with the perfect amount of pressure and speed. His legs trembled and a touch to his prostate got a line of pre to shoot from his throbbing cock.

Danny simply enjoyed the soft entrance, lavishing it with soft licks and lubing further with his warm spit. He felt the walls squeezing. The human’s own cock was becoming erect feline’s reactions. Pressing on certain spots, one of them being the prostate got a big reaction out of the smaller male. The black fur shook just before a sudden yowl broke out, but he found it rather cute. Easing his tongue in a bit deeper, Danny was able to feel how tight the anthro really was. It was pulled free when the cat requested.

After applying some lube, he was on the edge of the bed while Sebastian was still lying on his back. His legs kept the air, gripped by the human when he returned. The tip Danny’s cock was lined perfectly with his twitching hole.

“Ready?” Danny asked.

“Please…” the black cat whined. “Put it in…”

Doing just that, he fed his length in the lubed hole. It was still a bit tight but also very warm and soft. The duo groaned together, Sebastian’s voice being a bit louder as he was steadily filled, taking every inch that Danny could give. Eventually it was all inside and his hole softly caressed it, the walls squeezing the erection that was spreading heat and pulsing idly.

Gripping the lifted legs a bit tighter, Danny pulled back slowly. He groaned from his cock sliding back against the tight hold, gliding out with ease thanks to the lube. With just his tip inside, the rest was pushed inside once more.

“Yes!” Sebastian cried out. “Just like that!”

Doing as the cat asked, Danny kept up the actions, easing out and pushing back in with a persisting element of care. While the feline enjoyed the feeling of his hole being stuffed full of cock, Danny was feeling the soft and wet borders surrounding his length, squeezing all the while. Every stroke sent shivers down the black furred anthro’s spine and pleasure was soaring through his body.

“F-faster…”

The pace was increased, and the two immediately felt the difference; the constant rising of pleasure. Danny’s cock slid in and out at a steady pace. The feline gripped the sheets, feeling that perfectly sized length grinding along inside of his ass, teasing him thoroughly and hitting all those spots inside of him.

“It feels so good! Please. More!” Sebastian pleaded, arching his back and flicking his tail.

With more speed and increased force, Danny rolled his hips with more speed, pushing it in as deep as he could reach, penetrating the added tightness. His own moans had gotten louder as he gazed into the cat’s eyes. Without being told, he went even faster still, feeling himself getting closer to his limit.

“H-here it comes,” Danny announced, the pleasure heightening even further.

Sebastian nodded and braced himself to be filled while gripping his own cock, stroking it in time with the thrusts. The cat felt Danny pounding him, sliding the shaft over his prostate repeatedly, grunting and sighing deeply as the human came, shooting ropes of his hot climax. Sebastian grunted as well, clenching his teeth as he ejaculated as well, marking his own paw, getting it warm and sticky. He was panting and blushing hard while basking in the strong feelings. The human pulled out and laid on top of him.

“That was...nice…” Sebastian said, wrapping his arms around to hug him.

“Heh. Thanks,” Danny smiled, embracing the hold and basking in his afterglow.

The two eventually cleaned up and the black cat wished Danny a good night just as the sun was gone. He had his own duties to attend to. As he departed, Gordie approached, looking rather tired and happy.

“Another long one?” Danny asked him.

The bulldog ignored the smell of sex and the heavy scent of cat that were lingering. He was too tired to complain about any of that. Instead he simply nodded and curled up alongside the human once they were in bed.