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Tyldrein preened his scales nervously, knowing that he'd be going into rut for the first time soon. If it'd be today, tomorrow, or in a week, he wasn't sure, but it always seemed like a rather intense event for mythical ferals. He'd seen it happen to two of his friends; Avyn and Symreth. A gryphon and hippogryph, respectively, who he'd known since childhood, and it'd been quite the show to behold. Not only had they suddenly gotten interested in dressing like, well, one might simply say sluts, but then there was that whole other thing with the spontaneous orgasms. Lots of them, too.

It seemed to always happen to younger ferals. The first few times it happened, and sometimes long after that, they'd just start spontaneously ejaculating now and then. There was nothing unusual or wrong about that, he remembered his counsellor telling him, it was just messy. It seemed terribly embarrassing, though. It didn't help that for the mythicals, "young" was quite a few years into their lives, well beyond what average creatures like dogs or cats considered adulthood. For them, it was a simple affair, too. They'd get horny and simply rub themselves to take the edge off, or if they were lucky, they had a mate who'd help them.

Not so for mythicals. For a week, with or without a mate to take the edge off, they'd more or less be constantly hard, and prone to spontaneous orgasms. Not to mention the horniness. Of course, they weren't an unusual sight in public, and as long as care was taken to not make a mess everywhere, society was typically fine with oversexed feral males walking around awkwardly, occasionally doubling over as another orgasm wracked their bodies. Some even made a point of showing it off, making sure everyone could see their nearly week-long erections and every throb of their cocks. Other young ferals, and sometimes even the average two-legged critter found it enticing. The most outgoing and oversexed of the mythicals wallowed in that shy, intrigued attention. It all seemed terribly awkward to Tyl, though, who was already blushing just imagining passers-by seeing him suddenly convulse with pleasure and spill his seed.

Typically, to prevent messes, special underwear was worn. Something moderately concealing but comfortable, among more modest circles. Among the youth, though, a new trend had recently started; simply wearing an extra large, extra stretchy condom. This made sure the cock wasn't concealed at all, and the eventually-ballooning tips made for excellent bragging rights. Well, among other horny young adults, at least. It'd become a kind of rite of passage, too, where the ones experiencing their first ruts would dare each other to act increasingly scandalously. Tyl remembered a particular story about a dragon only slightly older than him whose friends had goaded him into going to a movie theatre in that state. To a romantic movie with many mildly erotic moments.

He had, of course, kept cumming to each of those moments, with his friends laughing and the rest of the theatre telling him to at least keep it quiet.

Tyl didn't know if his friends were planning anything similar. He certainly hoped they weren't. One of these days it would happen, though. He'd go into rut, and well, his friends had told him to give them a call once he did, with wide grins on both of their faces.

Sure enough, perhaps a week or so after he last worried about it, he woke up _painfully_hard. His cock was fully erect, tenting the blankets he'd always liked to curl up under during warm summer days. He didn't immediately realize what was happening despite already grinding up against that lightest touch of rough cotton, with precum already having left a big wet patch on the fabric. Even that faint stimulation felt amazingly good, sending shivers of pleasure up along his cock, each jolt resonating through his body.

It took a moment for his half-sleeping brain to actually notice what he was doing. Then it hit him like a brick; the burning arousal and immense sense of sheer pressure in his balls could only really mean one thing. He'd gone into rut.

He tore the blanket off him, intending to have a cold shower to cool down, startled as he was despite the very, very good feelings surging through him, and that added bit of friction of the blanket brushing over his swollen cockhead was enough to push him over the edge.

Tyl groaned, arched his back, and experienced his first rut-induced orgasm. It was intense enough to make him moan out loud, breathlessly, as the first silvery rope of cum erupted from his tip, splattering all over his chest. Each time he felt his cock throb, it was accompanied by white-hot pleasure. Oh, sure, he'd masturbated before, but it hadn't felt like this. Some of his seed landed into his gaping, gasping mouth, but he didn't care. With the intense pleasure as spice, it tasted so delicious that he half-consciously reached to deliberately catch the next spurt onto his tongue.

When it ebbed, he was terrified to notice that he still felt just as horny. Embarrassed and splattered with his own spilled seed, yes, but equally desperate to just grind against something. His bed, his friends, anything. No _wonder_everyone acted so strange when they went into rut. The older mythicals eventually learned to handle it, to control themselves to some extent despite the constant orgasms, but Tyl had no such experience to draw on.

But his friends did, didn't they?

He moaned at his phone to call them. Both Avyn and Sym. When they answered, one after the other, it was with mumbling, sleep-drunk tones, until Tyl moaned again.

"H-how do I stop c-cumming?" he asked, pleading his friends to help him. Then, to his dismay, he heard they were groaning too. He heard the gryphon squawk as he no doubt came, probably painting himself with cum just as Tyl had done. They'd all gone into rut at the same time.

They, at least, had experienced it before. "You don't. Ngh- just enjoy it, it's g-gonna last a while," Avyn responded, his voice breathy. "We'll come over around noon."

The time he waited, Tyl spent mostly tense and fairly nervous, overwhelmed by the experience and trying to not think about his thrumming shaft. Though he had the feeling that it was futile, he still didn't quite want to surrender to the feelings. Eventually, he found a kind of balance, focusing on doing other things like having a shower, and sorting his collection of shiny objects. The problem was that every time the water hit his persistent, erect shaft, it sent those amazing pulses of pleasure through his body again, and every time he noticed that one of his coins had the attractive, miniscule silhouette of a dragon on it, he started imagining them in rut, too. It was amazing how everything had the potential to get him excited, he thought, when in this kind of mood.

Soon enough, after a few hours - most of which were spent fighting the urge to just let himself cum - Tyl's friends were at the door. When the dragon opened it, he was greeted by the both of them in rather interesting clothing.

Avyn was wearing a jockstrap, only with a hole in it so his cock could jut out proud and erect. And on that cock, he'd tied a condom, the head of which was already visibly full of cum.

Symreth had gone a little further, wearing knee-high stockings that were fastened around his hindquarters with a garter belt, accompanied by crotchless panties. He had, despite his rather masculine frame as a hippogryph, always enjoyed the more feminine side of things, too.

With ferals, naked was the standard. Nobody batted an eye at that, because they didn't usually need clothes. Most had plenty of fur, scales, or feathers, and finding a tailor who worked with ferals specifically was hard. As such, wearing clothes was always a statement, and wearing clothes like _those_were just about the equivalent of openly raising your tail for strangers in public. All but an explicit invitation for intimacy. As such, Tyl, who wasn't used to openly flaunting his sexuality, blushed a deep scarlet red as he saw the two. His cock, though, throbbed eagerly, and he had to clench his teeth to keep from cumming.

"No no, you really shouldn't fight it or your balls with explode," Sym giggled, noticing what Tyl was doing. "Just let it all spill. Well, okay, maybe not on the _floor,_but..."

He was wearing a condom too, a little bigger than Avyn's, complete with cum-filled tip that dangled with each step. Just how much cum could they contain? His was secured to his shaft with two sturdy-looking straps.

"...we brought these," he grinned, producing a back of extra thick feral condoms, placing it in front of Tyl.

"You want me to wear one too?" Tyl huffed. The idea of sinking his cock into anything, even if it was just a latex pocket, was far too enticing, but on the other hand, wearing such obviously lewd attire was a little scary. "Do I have to?"

"Yep! Then we'll go and buy you proper clothing for your ruts," Sym beamed. "Get you showing off that beautiful cock and everything else- ooh, just imagining it is-"

The hippogryph gave snort, and then a neigh, his hips bucking with a mind of their own. Tyl could see his entire body tensing up, then relaxing, as his cock jerked beneath him. Sym managed to raise his leg despite of the pleasure he was feeling to give the other two a proper show of his throbbing cock filling the condom with more warm cum. Watching it inflate with his spilled seed was, to say the least, intensely erotic. Tyl looked away before Avyn walked up to him and nudged his head towards the orgasming hippogryph.

"Come on, just watch and enjoy. You can't be all shy when in a rut," the gryphon smiled, warmly. Then, a knowing talon slipped underneath the dragon. "Trust me," he whispered, and Tyl heard the squeaking of thick latex beneath him. He barely dared to move or open his eyes, feeling like he was just on the brink of orgasm himself from just listening to Sym's ecstatic moans and grunts.

"D-don't, I'm going to..." he stuttered as he.

"Shh, enjoy it," Avyn replied, rolling the condom onto Tyl's twitching cock, and then wrapping a little rubber belt around it. Tight enough to hold it in place, but loose enough to allow the cum to rush through his shaft. And then, with a devious grin, he wrapped his talons around Tyl's shaft and squeezed gently. That was all it took.

"Ff- ngh- g-goddamn you-" Tyl groaned, trying to hold it back, but it was far too late for that. He was past the point of no return, and just another heartbeat later he was cumming again, filling his own condom with spurt after spurt of thick, rut-produced cum as he humped into the gryphon's grasp with feverish passion.

"God, he looks adorable," Sym panted, watching the show, barely recovered from his own climax. "We'll just have to get him to cum all that shyness out. Did you bring the extra thick condoms?" he asked, while Tyl squirmed and moaned, utterly lost in the throes of pleasure.

"Yep. Plenty strong enough to hold a whole day's cum," Avyn grinned. He gave Tyl's rump a reassuring squeeze. "We'll get you looking all slutty and eager yet!"

In the hazy afterglow of his climax, it seemed almost like a good idea. He could feel the weight of his first load dangling from the condom's tip, and knowing that anyone who looked at him would notice that too did make him feel oddly sexy. It was like a wanton display of his virility, naughty and obvious. He wasn't fully on board yet, but... well, it seemed pretty hot, didn't it? Just showing off to everyone around town, and doubly so with the kind of clothes his friends were wearing.

He didn't exactly agree to be taken shopping, but Avyn and Sym practically dragged him along anyway, condom and all.

Walking around with an unabating erection was awkward at first. Tyl could feel it bouncing with each step. If he walked a little too fast, his cock slapped against his belly. Normally he'd take care of it at home, but in this state, there was no "taking care of it". It'd persist until he was utterly spent or his rut passed. There was also the fact that he noticed some of the passers-by - feral and bipedal both - glancing or even staring at him, no matter how much he tried to ignore it. The feeling was both overwhelming and somehow sexy, knowing he was drawing that much attention and at least some of them certainly must've found it attractive.

At least he wasn't alone. Avyn and Sym walked on either side of him, drawing most of the attention to themselves. The more experienced males basked in the attention, strutting and showing off, walking in a very particular way that had their hips swaying and their condom-covered cocks bouncing freely.

The shop wasn't as much the kind of boutique as one might expect for sexy lingerie, but rather a pop-up marketplace. They always opened up during the season, Tyl's friends told him, since there tended to be a sudden demand for alluring clothes, both male and female.

That only made it worse, though, because it was in plain view of everyone, and they'd have to try the clothes on in public, too. Tyl could practically feel_their stares on him. They weren't the only mythicals out there, though; the marketplace was _crowded. The air was thick with the lingering lust of several males, and the ground itself felt a little sticky from all the spontaneous orgasms they'd all suffered.

In a way, seeing how many males were in the same state as him made Tyl a lot more comfortable with it. Most of them, though, were trying to act cool and collected, fighting their urges. Whereas Tyl's friends were eagerly showing off. He watched as Avyn pretended to stretch, cocking a leg to really show off his engorged manhood, condom and all. In their lust-addled state, multiple strangers immediately found their eyes glued to it. Worst - or perhaps most exciting - of all, it led to a kind of chain reaction, the sexy sight alone enough to push some of the strangers into orgasms of their own, leaving Tyl surrounded by a cacophony of pleasured moans and groans.

Sym, recently having drained his balls, was managing to resist it for long enough to have a quick chat with the proprietor, who, of course, was a bipedal fox clearly enjoying the show. Nothing would get sold if they were in rut too.

"...oh, new clothes for your friend?" the fox chirped, which Tyl only barely heard over the moaning. "Is he more the panties or jock strap type of guy?"

"Hm, I'm thinking panties," Sym replied, loud enough that when Tyl heard him, his ears folded flat and he blushed fiercely once again. "How about crotchless panties, and long socks for both the front and hind legs?"

"Oh, we certainly have that," replied with fox, with a devious grin. "Should go with muted colors to emphasize the cock and condom."

Tyl wanted to sink underground to escape. Equally, though, he really wanted to cum. Everyone else seemed to be doing it, but it still felt somewhat awkward. Maybe I just embrace it, he thought, shuddering a little. The rut was a good excuse, wasn't it? Nobody really expected any degree of modesty from mythicals when they were in season, any more than one would expect a reply from someone who was asleep. As such, it was the perfect time to let loose and act a little slutty.

While Tyl worked on convincing himself, Sym returned with a pair of panties, and four thigh-high socks. At the same time, Avyn squawked proudly as one of the other males began to rub his rubber-covered cock. The dragon's breath quickened at that display, even lewder and more openly sexual than the others. Scandalous, even, but the gryphon seemed to love it, and Tyl couldn't deny that his cock did too, bucking and swelling as he watched. Sym held the panties out in front of him. They were downright obscene, really, with the thinnest threads to hold them in place, barely more than a lacy outline to emphasize his cock.

Ah, fuck it. You only live once.

"That's the spirit! You're going to look so cute, not that you don't already," Sym beamed, as the dragon nodded.

He helped the grinning hippogryph slide the panties onto him, guiding his eager cock through the convenient gap. They felt silken and smooth against the soft scales down there, and the way they hugged is rump really did make him want to walk around with his tail raised. In short, they made him feel sexy. Then, as Sym moved to help him pull the stripes socks over his talon-clad feet, he felt someone else's hand sneaking a feel of his slit. Normally, he'd have snapped at them, but the touch just felt so wonderful that he moaned instead as whoever it was began to gently rub at his vent, even sliding a finger in between his cock and walls, he never wanted them to stop.

"There you go, you're looking so sexy right now," Sym murmured, nudging at the side of his neck with approval. "Just let everyone touch and stare, and let that cock hang out proudly."

It was rut season, after all. This kind of behaviour was not only acceptable, it was _desired,_and every step of the way, his friends encouraged him to act more and more wanton and scandalous.

His legs trembled as he struggled with the socks, thrusting his hindquarters against that tickling and tingling sensation of a stranger slipping his fingers along his slit. Sure enough, it didn't take long. Soon he was cumming again, instantly feeling someone wrap their fingers around his shaft to feel it jerk and throb. This time, he didn't bother hiding anything. He let it all out in needy, desperate, slutty moans and growls, filling the condom with the second load of the day, savouring the feeling of the stranger's fingers pressing against his urethra to feel the cum rushing through it.

At the same time, he could hear Avyn continue cumming, too. And then, Sym let out a trilling cry next to him, someone assuredly helping him cum too, their hands pumping at his massive equine cock.

They continued like that for a while. There simply wasn't time, or really, space to really start having fun with each other, but each of the three certainly had their fair share of orgasms, whether it was from a friendly soul nearby stroking their latex-covered shafts, playing with their balls or slits, or simply from watching each other try on increasingly sultry clothing. Tyl, for his part, ended up with not only the socks and panties, but also a garter belt attached to a stocking over his tail, and though he couldn't see it, he was pretty sure someone had tied a ribbon around his cock, too.

In other words, he looked like a total slut - which he supposed he was, enjoying getting watched and groped in public as he was - but he was starting to find that _thrilling._The way his sheer arousal seemed to be infectious, spurring everyone around him to get horny too. Not just the ones equally in the grasp of rut, but a lot of passers-by too, pausing to admire the displays they were putting up. Towards the end of it, Tyl was stretching like a cat in heat, tail proudly raised, _feasting_on the attention. He'd even learned to clench his muscles just right to make his cock jump, the cum-filled tip of the condom bouncing around with it like a particularly sexual yoyo.

When things started getting too heated, the rut-addled dragon presenting himself to someone he didn't even know, his friends stepped in.

"Time we head home, isn't it? I think you've earned a little reward, you big horny dragon," Sym crooned.

It wasn't that they disapproved of having fun with everyone else, but rather that they had some specific plans of their own for Tyl. By now, the condoms were getting heavy, and while Sym and Avyn certainly liked the look, they had another idea in mind to really welcome the dragon into their slutty fold. Sym's was the heaviest of all. Being part equine, the hippogryph came what seemed like gallons, his condom dangling almost as big as a bowling ball, full and warm.

Tyl had earned his place already, of course. On the way back home, they were all happily showing off as much as they could, shameless now about their perpetually horny states. Outside the market square, the attention died down to just the usual staring, which was almost a shame; they were all yearning to be touched some more. Luckily, home was but a short walk away.

Once the door was safely closed behind them, Avyn, with his nimble gryphon paws, was the one to take the condoms off, now rather well-filled to the point of bursting. It was hard to estimate how much they'd cum, but every tip was somewhere between a softball and almost a bowling ball's worth. It made Tyl's head swim. It was increasingly obvious that mythicals in rut simply had no choice but to keep cumming.

As he watched, Avyn set the dragon's condom aside on a desk, but poured the contents of his own into the one Sym had been wearing - the extra-large horse-sized one - while admiring the pearly, virile slime as it dripped from rubber to rubber. Tyl also noticed him licking his lips, but before he could draw any conclusions, the gryphon tossed the condom to the dragon, who just barely caught it.

It felt very warm and heavy in his hands. Avyn made a motion as if chugging from a bottle, and gave him a wink.

"Um..." Tyl mumbled. He eyed the double-filled condom, full of the thick and cloudy seed of his two best friends. Mixed, rich... and incredibly masculine and virile.

"Yeah! Drink it all," Avyn chirped. "That's the best part of filling them! Go on, it's going to be the best thing you've ever tasted with how horny you are."

Tyl shuddered. He remembered the taste of his own cum when he'd woken up. That'd been tasty enough, but it was his own. This was... probably nearly a litre of cum from someone else. The thought alone was enough to leave him feeling flushed with desire, the mental image of that warm mess filling his mouth and then his belly. It was gross in the sexiest of ways.

"I think he needs a bit more encouragement," the hippogryph smiled. "How about we put on a show for him so he can work up that thirst?"

Before Avyn could actually say anything, Sym was already grinding against him, sneaking little gropes here and there, even ducking under the gryphon to playfully run his tongue over his now bare cock.

This was even sexier than what they'd been doing before. Tyl watched, dry-mouthed, as his friends bared every inch of themselves, rubbing against and all over each other, swaying their rumps for him to watch, still-heavy balls slapping whichever way, bouncing and jiggling with each step of their improvised dance. Tyl loved that, the way their sacks looked so heavy even after cumming so much. Oh sure, he knew cum wasn't stored there, but those balls were definitely working in overdrive anyway. He leaned over to give them a lick, lost in the moment, only to have the both of them dart away.

"Mh-hm, enjoy your treat first," Sym snorted. "Then we'll play."

Could he really do that? The cum was looking more appetizing by the moment. And looking at the balls that'd produced it all and the cocks that'd pumped it out _was_making him oddly thirsty for it. Tyl sat back on his haunches and held the condom, ballooned out, gently in his taloned hands. He was still pinching the open end to keep anything from leaking. Then, licking his lips, the dragon raised it to his maw, opened his mouth, and let go.

Immediately, his mouth was full of cum. It tasted delicious. A little salty, maybe a little bitter, but to him in that state it was the tastiest thing ever as it rolled thickly over his tongue, pooling at the back of his mouth. He swallowed eagerly, and then wrapped his lips around the condom's end, moaning. He was raging hard, and the warmth of each mouthful of spent cum seemed to radiate directly into his cock, turning him on even more. There was so much of it, some of it dribbled from the corner of his mouth, dripping on his belly and legs, but he didn't care. He was in heaven, and it tasted an awful lot like cum. He heard his friends chanting at him to chug, chug, chug, but he didn't need any encouragement. Tyl just couldn't get enough of the warm mess. He wanted to smear it all over himself, get filled with it, worship it, gods...

Of course, watching him was enough to make both Sym and Avyn cum again. Through half-lidded eyes, Tyl could see him pointing their cocks at each other as part of their little show, panting each other with that white sticky heat. It seemed like the most natural thing to them, and really, with his mouth full of cum, Tyl found himself wishing only that he could've been between the two, hogging every spurt to himself.

When the condom was finally empty, his belly felt full. He sucked out the last delicious drops of seed and then tossed the condom aside, opening his mouth to show he'd swallowed it all.

"Ooh, such a good sexy dragon you are," Sym giggled, and then both he and Avyn pounced on top of him, driven wild with desire. They both lathered his face with wet little licks, scooping up what he'd spilled.

Their stiff cocks kept bumping against each other as they wrestled, grinded, and humped against each other in a perfect threesome, each participant kissing and caressing the other two equally. It all became a dazed blur of lust and pleasure. Tyl felt someone's cock kiss his slit, pressing ever so slightly into it, only to slip out and grind against his shaft instead. Someone's hands wrapped around all three of their cocks, and they humped into that sensation together. Sym was the first to cum in that encounter, warm sperm splattering over their writhing forms, only for Avyn and Tyl to lick each other clean, playfully fighting over every drop and then sharing cum-filled kisses with the others, moaning hotly into each sloppy, tongue-filled snog. Tyl came too, of course, but he rather lost count, being driven into a constant orgasmic state of his cock drooling with cum even he wasn't actively cumming.

Someone fed him a mouthful of cum from an outstretched palm, and he licked it up eagerly. He wrapped a cum-soaked hand around Sym's veiny, flaring cock and milked out another load all over himself. Someone's tongue caressed him to another climax. Cum dribbled down every inch of his body and down over his tailhole, before getting licked up by Avyn. Tyl was fairly sure that at some point, they'd fallen asleep like that, entangled with each other, only to start half-consciously stroking and rubbing each other to more orgasms after that, until their new clothes were utterly soaked.

It was never-ending, at least until it did end when night fell, and all three were too exhausted, too drained and yet too full to keep going. The night was filled with erotic dreams, of course, and going by the mess they'd discover themselves caked in come morning, it was accompanied by several real orgasms.

When Tyl finally came to, sometime later, he was laying on a soggy blanket alone. He barely remembered where he was, and certainly had no idea about when. His vision was blurry, his mouth dry, and his body aching. Especially his cock, which felt like it'd been through a hard workout. At the very least he felt relaxed, enough so to head for a drink of water, without his thoughts immediately slipping into that blind erotic reverie again.

He felt almost as if he had a hangover, but really, it was just exhaustion. A long drink of fresh cold water later, he ran across Symreth on his way back to sleep. He was holding a small balloon, it seemed, and he was... drinking from it?

"What are you having, there?" Tyl asked, still groggy. He couldn't remember sleeping quite that deeply in ages, maybe ever.

"Oh, your cum. It's delicious," Sym beamed. Oh, right. Tyl had forgotten all about the condoms, somehow. He made a show of squeezing the last few drops of Tyl's cum onto his tongue, and instantly that relaxed feeling of satisfaction was gone. The dragon's cock shot up to full hardness again as his body was reminded that he was still in rut. "So... thick and potent."

Sym opened his mouth to show off his tongue covered in the dragon's seed, and the sight was enough to make Tyl cum again. He just barely managed to grab a nearby bowl and point his cock towards it before the cum erupted from his overexcited cock in warm, plentiful ropes.

This is going to be a long week, isn't it, he asked himself, groaning and shuddering as his internal balls emptied themselves once again. Ah well, rhetorical question. With how good it felt, he didn't exactly mind.