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The bubbling, churning water frothed up and swirled around Brack as he blissfully leaned back against the stone side of the natural hot spring. The pool he occupied was large enough for four people, and it connected to a spiderweb of smaller springs below; smooth channels had been eroded into the rocky surroundings, due to the constant flows of sweltering, silty, mineral-rich water that cascaded downward from pool to pool.

Even though the network of hot springs was vast enough to host close to sixty people, Brack was completely alone, surrounded by lush, tropical trees and plants while he soaked in his pool. This was a little piece of paradise he'd found years ago, and he always enjoyed the days he would spend simply floating in peace. He'd never been a fan of how so many annoying tourists flocked to Jasmine Grove--the high-end resort three quarters of a mile away through the jungle--during the summer, but fortunately none of them had ever invaded and ruined this local haunt (at least, none that Brack knew of). He purred to himself with his eyes closed, basking in his seclusion, and rested his hands on his head as he slowly slid further down into the water, luxuriating in the massage he was getting from the natural jets and eddying currents that flowed over him.

Brack had a larger, bulkier build, padded with beefy muscle akin to a rugby player's body type. However, the panther's more unique physical attributes included the thin rows tiny, pale red echinoderm-like suckers that lined his arms, legs, and back; the smoother, softer, almost amphibian-like skin of his stomach, chest, inner thighs, and armpits; and the crease in his abdomen. While he was completely nude as he soaked, Brack didn't worry about the possibility of being "exposed" for two reasons: he had never been ashamed of his body and felt most comfortable when he was au naturale, and the vigorously bubbling water of the hot spring was so silty and heavy with minerals that even if someone did happen to stumbled upon him, it would be impossible to see anything below the surface.

Birds chirped and warbled overheard, and a gentle, sultry breeze rustled the trees around him, adding to the sounds of the bubbling water in his ears while he relaxed.

"Aaah," Brack sighed contentedly, feeling so delightfully at ease.

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"I think we're getting close to it!" Jory said excitedly as he held aside a branch for Van.

"You said that half an hour ago," the Dalmatian playfully quipped. He stepped past the branch the stallion was holding before Jory let it swing back into place.

"Hey, it's not my fault we took the wrong trail, they should really have put signs up for it," Jory said sheepishly.

Van chuckled. "Aw, come on, I was just teasing. Besides..." The stout and stocky canine quickly reached up to grab the much taller horse's shoulders and pulled him down for a smooch, possessively dragging his tongue around Jory's mouth before he broke the kiss and held his partner's muzzle close to his own as he continued, "If there were signs, everybody would find it, and then we wouldn't have a little hidden spot to get naughty, would we?"

Jory's large nostrils flared in Van's face as he huffed in anticipation. "I mean, you're not wrong. Although what's stopping us from just getting naughty here in the woods?"

Van shrugged. "Ambience, mostly. Do you really want to fuck my brains out right here?" The Dalmatian gestured at the surrounding forest they'd been walking through.

Jory nickered and reached down to hold Van's hips, using them to tug the canine even closer to him. "Doggy, I'd fuck your brains out in the hotel lobby if you told me to."

"Oh, you're so romantic!" Van mockingly swooned. He then kissed Jory again before seductively murmuring, "But just imagine it: A secluded jungle hot spring, you, and me...and our swimsuits forgotten back in the room, meaning..."

"We have to go back for them?" Jory sarcastically asked with a wink.

"Oh yeah, because that would really be sexy," Van sighed, grinning. He reached down with one hand to grope the stallion's crotch, which bulged heavily in his palm, and Van could feel the throbbing heat radiate through Jory's shorts. "Besides, I don't think your swimsuit would really do you any good, especially once you get excited." He thumped the stallion on the shoulder before allowing him to stand up straight again. "Now just keep leading the way like a good boy while I think of ways for you to ravage me."

Jory snorted and smiled. "Yes, sir!"

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Brack, his eyes still closed, was softly humming and lightly tapping his feet underwater in time with his tune when he heard rustling in the bushes mixed with hushed giggles and breathy voices talking to each other. Surprised, the panther cracked his eyes open; he peeked over at the edge of the clearing, and through the thick steam rising from the water, Brack saw a tall, muscular Mustang emerge from the dense vegetation with a shorter, barrel-chested Dalmatian in tow. The two of them were holding hands and giddily chuckling amongst themselves as they made their way over to the hot springs.

Brack sighed and grumbled to himself--well, he knew his solitude couldn't last forever. It was just a matter of time until someone from the resort found their way here...but what could he do? While he could be a grouch and yell at these tourists to buzz off, he didn't own the hot springs, they were on public property and didn't belong to anybody--really, these two vacationers had just as much a right to enjoy the springs as he did. And did he want to give other locals a bad reputation by being grumpy and possessive about a feature that was so close to the resort? As Brack watched the horse and dog approach, he figured it would probably be better to demonstrate a little hospitality and be friendly. After all, he'd have an easier time of learning how these two found out about the springs if he openly welcomed them to join him.

The panther's eyes roamed over the newcomers, secretively ogling their tight shirts and shorts before his gaze rested on their crotches, and his stomach growled. Brack smirked as he realized that he could maybe also get an unanticipated snack while he was here.

"...and then we can--oh!" Jory stopped short of the hot springs as he and Van drew close enough to see the panther through the thick steam. "I'm sorry, we didn't realize there'd be anyone else here."

"Hey, no worries at all, welcome!" Brack said pleasantly, waving to greet them. "Came here for a dip?"

"Yeah, we heard this spot was the best on the island," Van took up brightly. As he and Jory stepped closer to the springs, Van looked further down at the other smaller pools connected to Brack's. "We can take a different pool, though, we didn't mean to bother you."

Brack smiled and shook his head. "No bother at all--you're welcome to join me in this one, there's plenty of room."

"Ah, that's alright, we, um...we actually didn't...uh..." Jory awkwardly trailed off, unsure how he should communicate the issue, but Brack caught on quickly enough.

"No swimsuits?" the panther chuckled amiably.

Jory and Van abashedly shook their heads.

"That's okay, I don't have mine, either," Brack said with a wide grin. The Dalmatian and the Mustang did a double-take in surprise as the panther continued, "Besides, we're all guys here, right? It's no big deal. Plus, the best way to enjoy the springs is in the buff."

Bemused, Jory and Van glanced at each other for a moment--then Van, with an adventurous gleam in his eye and a smirk on his face, nodded before addressing Brack. "Alright, if you're sure!"

"Yeah, come on in," Brack replied invitingly.

Van immediately stripped, practically wiggling out of his tank top and shorts in the blink of an eye, while Jory slowly worked his shirt up over his head--it wasn't that the horse was opposed to stripping in front of a stranger like this, he was just a little taken aback (and his cock was already partly out of his sheath) and needed a moment to process while he was undressing. But a moment to process was too long for Van, whose spotted, whip-like tail was wagging in excitement.

"Oh, come on, let me help you out," the dog muttered--Jory was still stuck in his shirt while Van grabbed the waistband of his shorts and simply yanked them down over his broad hips and thighs before letting them drop around the horse's ankles.

"Oh! Hehe, thanks," Jory chuckled, stepping out of his shorts while he finally discarded his shirt.

Brack watched interestedly as the two naked tourists stepped to the side of his pool and clambered in; while the dog's sheath housed most of his dick (save for the modest red tip poking out of the top) and his balls were nestled high and tight under the base of his furred pocket, the horse's black cock was already chubbed up and a semi was dangling from his sheath, a girthy, flexible column that subtly swung from side to side over his fist-sized, egg-shaped testicles, which hung low in his leathery sac between his thighs. Brack restrained himself from licking his lips at the sight, and he silently thanked his stomach for keeping its hungry rumbling to a minimum while the Mustang settled into the water next to him and the Dalmatian eased in on his far side. The silt in the pool obscured the view below the surface, but Brack could imagine the horse's cock subtly floating in the hot, frothy water, before the currents would start to stimulate it to full mast.

Jory and Van sighed as they sank into the pool, relishing the bubbling, hot spring and breathing in the refreshingly thick steam.

"Oh yeah, that's peeeerrrfect," Jory groaned, settling back against the comfortable stone wall.

"Just what we needed," Van said in agreement. He grunted and stretched his legs under the water, his muscles quivering, before relaxing again, and he reached a hand forward. "I'm Van, by the way."

"Brack," the panther replied--he gripped Van's hand in his own, and his suckers lightly held onto the Dalmatian's palm before popping off again, eliciting a playful grin from Van.

"And this is Jory," Van said, gesturing at the horse.

"Nice to meet you," Jory said as he shook Brack's hand; his eyebrows rose in pleasant surprise at the sensation of the panther's suckers on his palm.

"Likewise," Brack said with a hospitable smile before releasing Jory's hand with a few soft, small pops.

The panther rested his arms on the edge of the pool as Van asked, "Are you staying at the hotel, too?"

"Me? Oh, no, I'm a local," Brack explained.

"Oh, no way! What's it like living here? It's gotta be like being in paradise, right?" Van prompted.

Brack shrugged. "Parts of it, for sure. Other parts, it just feels...normal, I guess. Like, it's home, you know? But I'm saying that after living here for so long--you get complacent with any place once you're there long enough. Although I could never get tired of watching the sunset from the beach."

"Yeah, it's beautiful to see, we never get views like that back home," Jory said as he readjusted himself to get more comfortable--he inched a little closer to Brack as he did so, and went on, "Closest we can get to it is watching from the lake near our place or something, but seeing it here on the island...it's gorgeous."

Van nodded fervently. "Not to mention all the amazing hiking we can do here--the views are breathtaking. And one of the other locals we were talking with told us about these hot springs, and it's just so...I feel like 'serene' is a good word. Amazing natural beauty, plus the benefit of relaxing in the springs--what more could you want?"

By coincidence, Jory spread his legs at the same time as Brack--both in an effort to get more comfortable in the water and settle into the heat further--and the panther felt the blunt, bulbous head of the Mustang's semi-flaccid cock graze against the side of his thigh. Jory could feel the wet fur lightly brush against his sensitive tip; in the water, his girth was much more buoyant and uncontrollable in the bubbling currents, but he chose not to let on about it. There was something almost exciting about knowing that his dick was dangling in the water, next to this complete stranger, and completely out of view.

"So you're here for the nature?" Brack asked, pretending not to notice the horse's involuntary brush-up. Instead, he made a mental note that these two had learned about the springs from another local--at least it didn't sound like it was published in a guidebook or anything.

"Well, partly," Jory admitted.

"Yeah, don't get us wrong, we love how beautiful it is here," Van took up. "But we're mainly working on rekindling the spark, if you know what I mean?"

"Ah, a little horizontal mambo here and there, eh?" The panther winked knowingly.

"Exactly, keep the romance going and get reconnected," the Dalmatian confirmed. He laid a hand on Jory's broad shoulder as he continued, "It's been a while, and this one finally managed to get a week off of work, so we thought--"

"Where'd be a fun spot to get in the mood?" Brack finished, nodding. "You came to the right place."

"That's what we've been thinking!" Jory said. "This is our third day here and it feels like the perfect place."

"Now it's just a matter of finding the perfect time," Van added.

"Is that so?" Brack adjusted in his seat--unseen below the water's surface, he began to push internally, and the crease in his abdomen started to open, exposing a fleshy bulb that protruded from his torso. The panther's starfish-like stomach slowly bloomed forth as it sought out its target in the silty hot spring while, above the surface, he said, "What's stopping you? No time like the present."

"Oh yeah, no doubt about that," Van agreed. "Part of it has just that we've both been so busy with work and everything else going on in our lives..."

As Van spoke, Brack's stomach continued squirming through the silty walter, the writhing organ unfolding its innards and pushing forward.

"...that when we first got here, the first thing we did was take a long nap. When I woke up, Jory was still asleep and cuddling me like a toy," Van went on, nudging Jory.

Jory chuckled just as--hidden under the silty water--something soft, warm, and with a strong grip, alighted on the tip of his cock and gently tugged on his broad glans before smothering them and beginning to engulf his stiffening shaft. For a wild second, he thought that Van had reached over with a free hand, but the Dalmatian's arms were out of the water and resting on the side of the hot spring, just as the panther's arms were. It couldn't have been Van's feet...so was Brack doing something? Jory was about to interrupt Van to say something, but then stopped himself. Whatever the panther was doing--maybe with his feet or his tail, or somehow else--was feeling good, and the horse had to admit that there was a certain thrill about being pleasured right next to his unsuspecting partner. Plus, not to mention the fact that Van had been intentionally withholding sex from him since they'd arrived--he loved how much the Dalmatian teased and edged him, but the amount of blueballing from his partner was getting unbearable; they were here to rekindle their relationship, was the sexual frustration really going to help? Besides, what happens on the island stays on the island, right? They were here to get frisky and have fun, maybe this was just one of those vague hot tub flings with a stranger...

The horse just had to keep it to himself and not get caught. Jory kept an interested smile on his face as he watched Brack--who also wasn't betraying the fact that something naughty was happening under the water--and kept listening to Van.

"It took a while for me to wake him up, and he wasn't letting go anytime soon," Van continued. "And let me tell you, he's a pretty strong cuddler."

"A big guy like him? I believe it!" Brack interjected while his stomach continued ballooning out and engulfed Jory's long dick--even though he couldn't see the horse's length, based on touch alone he guessed that it had to be at least 14 inches long and 4 inches around. And the flavors were simply divine--through the water, Brack's stomach's taste receptors picked up musky hints of sweat mixed with the savory sweetness and barely present bitter tang of pure, Grade A horse meat. It was as if he was sampling a finely aged steak, and he wanted more, so much more. His stomach vibrated hungrily as it slipped over the subtle ridge of the horse's preputial ring around the thickening, rigid shaft; he could feel the growing corona of his glans as his head was starting to flare from the stimulation, and a few beads of pre oozed out of the thick urethra, giving Brack a concentrated taste of Jory's almost overwhelming testosterone level--the panther almost purred from the pearl of fluid packed with explosive, sweet and salty flavor, but he restrained himself. Brack's prehensile stomach undulated over Jory's sensitive rod, tickling and caressing it while wrapping around the cock like a fleshlight; all the while, Brack kept up the appearance that he was engaged with what Van was saying.

"We were both still so tired and hungry from traveling that we hightailed it to the hotel's restaurant for dinner, then we just went back to bed," the Dalmatian babbled on. "We've been taking the rest of our time since then to unwind and relax..."

Jory unconsciously shivered while Brack was somehow gripping and pulling on him, almost like he was continually sliding a hand from the base of his dick to the tip, even though both of the panther's hands were out of the water. A tingling sensation started to run along the whole length of his cock--it was both somehow electrifying and soothing as it aroused him even more, and he coughed as he struggled to keep his composure.

"Like, we put our phones in the safe in the hotel room so we're not checking our emails or anything, and we've been wandering around..."

Brack could feel the horse throb hard against the folds of his stomach--the horse was clearly pent up, and the panther knew he had to work fast if he was going to get his meal before Jory could climax and give him away. His stomach began producing enzymes that got to work on the first layers of skin, gently breaking down the tissues while preventing pain receptors from firing and exciting nerves with pleasure.

"...getting a lay of the land and enjoying the sand and surf--it's kind of a way of reconnecting with nature and ourselves before we reconnect with each other, if that makes sense," Van finished.

"I get that, it's important to take a breath and just enjoy where you are before getting busy again...or getting really busy, for you two," Brack said, nodding understandingly while his stomach--obscured by the silt floating in the hot spring--continued arousing and breaking down Jory's cock. The enzymes were working quickly, and small pieces had begun sloughing off in a pulpy, soupy concoction. Brack's stomach lightly constricted around the base of Jory's cock, creating preventing the thick slurry of nutrients and proteins from dispersing in the water while his stomach sucked it all up. To Jory, it felt like something incredibly wet and slippery had latched onto his dick and formed a tight vacuum seal, with just the right amount of pressure to tease and milk him while it squirmed around the base of his shaft. The horse wasn't letting on that he was getting any kind of attention to his nether region, and the panther knew from previous experience that Jory had no clue what was really being done to his slab of meat--he'd only think that something was tenderly, but forcefully, stroking him and pressing on all the right spots. "You said that that's part of why you haven't...rekindled the spark yet. What's the other part, if you don't mind me asking?"

"No worries! That part's pretty simple," Van replied airily. The Dalmatian nudged Jory again as he said, "I want this guy to save up a giant load for me."

Jory, his balls churning and his cock twitching powerfully under the water as it was--unknown to him--being decomposed piecemeal into a gravy-like slop, smiled and winked at Brack.

"Oh really?" Brack waggled his eyebrows.

"Yeah, this big breeding stud always shoots a ton," Van said proudly, "especially after holding it in for a while. It's been, what, five days?"

"Six, I think," Jory replied before quickly grunting under his breath from the sensations blazing through his groin. "Man, this spring feels good," he muttered.

Brack chuckled while his stomach tugged on the soupy, sloppy tower that was eroding layer by layer from the top down; a third of Jory's cock had already been pulped and siphoned away into the panther's starfish-like digestive tract. Above the water, he grinned and said, "Oh man, you must be getting desperate, right?"

Jory huffed from the treatment happening below the water. "Like you wouldn't believe!"

"If I were you, I couldn't wait that long." Brack shook his head. "I'd be getting so frustrated and tense."

"It's a struggle, for sure," Jory said agreeably. He spread his legs wider, welcoming more of whatever kind of hidden fleshlight or pawjob the panther was doing as he continued, "But I'm just thinking, 'Hold off for a little longer, hold off for a little longer.' And then it's going to be...well, I think you get the picture."

"Fireworks, right?" Brack suggested. His stomach, meanwhile, continued working its way down the next third of the girthy shaft. The enzymes ground away at the flesh and muscle like trillions of atomic teeth, breaking down the connective tissues and creating a small, blobby underwater cloud of semi-digested slurry for his stomach to suck up and process further. It hungrily tugged on the partially consumed shaft in a bid for more proteins and nutrients.

"Something like that!" Jory grunted, forcing himself not to give away anything for the Dalmatian sitting right next to him.

"Huge fireworks! The biggest," Van took up boastfully, completely oblivious to what was happening in the water. As far as he was concerned, a jet from the hot springs was hitting a sore spot for Jory, and he reached over to his partner's shoulder and gripped it tightly, kneading it with his hand as he went on, "Plus, I don't know if it's because I haven't had him in me for a while or if it's because getting pent up physically does something to him, but I swear, that slab of beef feels bigger after a few days of no action."

"Bigger? It looked pretty hefty already," Brack mused while his stomach churned into overdrive on the headless stalk that was once Jory's impressive cock. "I didn't mean to stare or anything, I just couldn't help noticing when you were getting undressed."

"Oh, no, I didn't mind," Jory said hastily, doing his utmost to keep a straight face; it was hard work, considering how much he was enjoying the teasing caresses of Brack's stomach as it writhed pleasurably around the soupy mass of his cock. Unknown to the horse, another third of his throbbing tool had finished liquefying, and the panther's stomach was sucking it up like a smoothie.

"Heh, that was just a semi," Van said proudly. "You know, you should see him when he's at full mast--you could probably feed a small nation with the amount of meat Jory's carrying around with him. Luckily it's all mine, but there's so much, and it's all so heavy! Honestly I'm still kind of surprised you can function with a stiffy, all that blood going in there, is there any left for your brain?

As Van spoke, Brack's stomach set to work on consuming the remaining third--a short stump of flesh and exposed muscle tissue less than five inches long--of Jory's cock. Layers softly oozed off like small clumps of oil and into the panther's digestive system. Brack felt the little section twitch and throb as Jory replied, "Just barely, Doggy."

"I don't know, you get kind of loopy and braindead when you're hard," Van teased.

"Yeah, that's called being horny--ugh," Jory finished with a groan as he rolled his head to the side. Brack grinned, knowing that his stomach's squeezing was the cause of the horse's reaction, but Jory was playing it off as if he were enjoying the small shoulder massage Van was giving him. Under the water, Brack's stomach undulated and twisted around the shrinking stump that stuck out of Jory's sheath, and the horse was none the wiser about what was actually happening to him. To Jory, he was just focusing on keeping up with the conversation while enjoying the physical sensations.

"Nah, I get horny. You get...I don't know, cock drunk or something," Van returned with a smirk.

Jory guffawed. "Nah, you actually get cock drunk when I'm fucking you."

Van laughed. "Well, you're just that good! And big--damn, you're big. I mean, if all else fails, I could sell that dick by the pound, right?"

"I'd buy!" Brack joked as he raised a hand. Below the surface, his stomach, thanks to his fast-acting digestive enzymes, severed the last connective threads of Jory's erection, breaking it down into a thick, sludgy pulp and sucking it away to leave behind only a smooth mound in his sheath and a hole for his urethra.

"I'll let you know when to come to the butcher's!" Van quipped. He shook his head and sighed, then looked at Jory again. "Man, it took some work to get it all in me when we first started dating, remember that?"

"Oh yeah, you'd spend hours just sliding down on it," Jory reminisced, enjoying the tantalizing squeezing sensation he now felt--he could feel himself getting closer to the edge, and whatever the panther was doing was gently nudging him closer to climax. What the horse didn't realize was that his lingering penile nerves in his groin were still being stimulated by Brack's enzymes, and they would continue to be for a few minutes more. Even though Brack had completely consumed his cock in a matter of minutes during their conversation, Jory's body still firmly believed that he was totally intact, and that his throbbing erection was getting the most amazing stimulation he'd ever felt. Meanwhile, the horse powered through and forced himself to continue, "You can take it like a pro now, though."

"Yeah, only because I've got the dedicated space for it now, but it's still a challenge--I mean, this guy's like an oil tanker. "

As Van boasted, Brack's stomach settled downward, sinking from the empty husk of Jory's sheath to slimily extend itself over the large, dense testicles that hung between the horse's spread thighs. Through the hot, silty water, Brack's stomach could taste the stronger flavor of sweaty balls, and he groped over the Mustang's nuts to feel their girth; from his squeezing and cupping, the panther could tell that they were so vast that if he tried to hold Jory's balls in his hands, they would spill over the sides of his palms. His stomach gently nudged and lifted the testicles, and the panther grinned when he felt just how heavy and dense they were; it was as if he was cupping two solid, enormous dumplings packed with potent, protein-rich, deliciously sweet and savory meat. While he was certainly full enough from consuming Jory's cock, the panther's stomach gurgled under the water at the thought of taking a hefty snack to go.

"I can imagine! And I'm sure there's a lot of cargo in the tanks, right?" Brack chimed in while his stomach surged up from the bottom of Jory's nuts all the way to the top. His stomach engulfed the testicles until, like a drawstring bag, it cinched closed around the neck of the horse's scrotum, tightening as it produced more digestive enzymes.

"My god, it's like the Lakoya Blue oil spill--remember seeing that a few years back?" Van asked, prattling on while Jory grunted and huffed. The Dalmatian continued mindlessly kneading the Mustang's shoulder as he went on, "Whoosh! Just this giant geyser whenever he fills me up. I'm pretty sure I'd be pregnant ten times over after every time we do it, considering how many swimmers he makes!"

"Yeah, we're...probably gonna need housekeeping afterward," Jory grunted at the additional sensation of Brack somehow tugging and squeezing his balls. Part of the horse was extremely curious how the panther was doing everything while his arms still rested on the ledge of the hot spring--but a significantly larger part of him was concentrating on just enjoying the pleasure he was receiving and doing his best not to orgasm just yet.

"I wouldn't be surprised--they needed a huge cleanup crew for that spill, so just make sure you don't cause an environmental disaster," Brack playfully advised while his stomach muscle and enzymes began simultaneously slicing through the top of Jory's scrotum and chemically cauterizing the open wounds to close them again. To Jory, it simply felt like Brack was tickling and massaging his balls, squeezing them in unison with the pumping sensations he believed he was still feeling on his cock. But under the water, Brack was gently tugging the sack of his scrotum off and creating a plump, sealed bag with his nuts safely inside while also sealing the slice on his groin shut--it was as if the panther was neatly unzipping Jory's testicles off of his groin, the enzymes working double-time to dissolve the skin and connective cords of his thick ductus deferens. "Do you have anything romantic planned, or are you just going to jump him?" Brack asked Van.

"Hmm, good question! I don't know," Van replied thoughtfully as he looked at Jory. The horse smiled lovingly back at him as the Dalmatian mused, "Maybe a nice dinner, a stroll on the beach at sunset...maybe I'll have room service put some rose petals on the bed for us while we're out..."

"That sounds lovely," Brack said pleasantly. He belched and covered his mouth as he exhaled the rest of his burp. "Ah, excuse me! Even though I just had lunch earlier, I could go for a good dinner--always puts me in the mood for some fun."

"Although there's...something to be said for being sponTANEous!" Jory flinched and yelped just as Brack pulled his balls away free and clear of his groin--it was everything the horse could do not to cum right then and there. The buildup of pleasure was so powerful that it threatened to push him over the edge, but he held himself back long enough for the sensation to subside; Brack's enzymes continued to stimulate Jory's nerves to fool the horse's body into believing that his groin was still intact, when instead there was nothing but a smooth patch where his balls used to be and an empty, shallow tube for his sheath. The chemical signals started to fade in intensity, making Jory think that his cock and balls were just being lightly squeezed and palpated.

"Oh, shit, you okay?" Van asked, visibly concerned as he immediately drew his hand back from Jory's shoulder.

"Yeah...yeah--I think there was just a tough nerve in my shoulder you pressed on," Jory explained with a sheepish smile.

While Van checked Jory's shoulder, Brack simply sat back as his stomach withdrew into his abdomen again, pulling his catch back towards the crease just above his navel. But the bulge of Jory's disembodied testicles--still safely secured in the closed scrotum like a tightly packed purse--stopped Brack's stomach from retracting completely; the opening in his abdomen was too narrow to admit both balls at once. Girding himself, Brack shifted his stomach's hold on his prize and began to pull in. The first testicle pressed against the tight opening...harder...and harder...until it popped into his abdominal cavity, leaving the other ball outside and stretching both Brack's abdominal opening and the scrotal bag it was in. The panther felt so full and satisfied with his catch, he could feel his own excitement rising. He just had to pull in this other large ball, like a knot pressing past his tight orifice. He worked his stomach, trying to get the right grip on the girthy sac...and pulled...harder...more...

"Anyway...yeah, there's something nice about being spontaneous, you know?" Jory said as he recovered.

"Also true!" Brack replied, just as, with a gratifying pop, the free horse testicle burst past the panther's abdominal crease and into his stomach cavity. Brack grunted from the sensation while his own cock spasmed with pleasure and released a thick cloud of sperm to float and mix with the silty hot springs water. "Ah," he sighed contentedly for a moment before everyone lapsed into silence as he readjusted in the water, covering himself. He then took up, "Well, like I said, there's no time like the present. Maybe I should give you two lovebirds some privacy?"

"What? Oh, no, you don't have to, don't feel like you need to leave on our account," Jory protested.

Brack waved a hand. "It's okay, really, I don't mind. I think I'm done for today, anyway."

"Well, if you're sure...it was nice to meet you!" Van took up.

"Likewise--I hope you enjoy the rest of your time at the resort," Brack said as he shifted and stood from his side of the hot springs.

The thin lines of suckers along the panther's back softly popped as they detached from the rock wall, and Brack slowly slipped out of the pool. Jory and Van watched the panther disappear in the thick, surrounding steam, his wet footsteps on the stone fading until the sounds of the jungle replaced them completely.

"Well...it looks like I have you all to myself," Van growled playfully at Jory.

The Mustang nickered softly, not paying attention to the fading sensations in his groin. "And what are you gonna do with me, Doggy?"

"Wouldn't you like to know...I think it's better I just show you," the Dalmatian replied lustfully. He hopped up on his knees, sloshing the hot water around him as he swung over Jory's lap and straddled the horse face-to-face. "After all...no time like the present."

"I love the way you think," Jory crooned, running his hands over the stout, stocky, and spotted body crouched over him. Van leaned in closer, meeting Jory for a kiss. The two of them moaned while the canine sank lower over Jory's hips and reached behind him, down into the water with his hands, until his fingers alighted on the space where Jory's cock should have been.

Van's fingers swung through empty water, and he broke the kiss. "Uh...Jory?"

"Hmm? What?" the horse asked, bemused.

"Do you...feel anything down there?"

"What do you mean?"