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He still had that business card. There were few things Obie dreaded more in the world than making a phone call, but sometimes such things were simply necessary. He was in one of those moods. It was the kind that got him all blushy, all shivery, clutching at his tail or nibbling on his lip whenever he had a moment to let those sensations and urges set into his nerves. Distracting himself from the feeling all through the work day worked well enough, but as soon as he was alone with his thoughts, he could hardly bear it.

It was a good thing he was behind a desk all day, because the tent in his skirt was impossible to control. He whimpered and he staggered about, lust-drunk over nothing in particular. Just what was it with that time of year? The leaves started turning and the chill rose up in the air, and the possums got achingly horny. He felt like simply throwing himself into someone's arms and letting come what may, Instead, he slapped that card down on the countertop - the same one Jaffa had bent him over not long ago - and stared it down for a while as if it was liable to pull a gun on him at any moment.

A particularly urgent pulse of his barely-concealed cock convinced him to make the plunge. God, he was nearly dripping, right there in his own store. Whimpering in the shop, surrounded by his many trinkets and treasures salvaged over the course of his many adventures into dark, unknown places, he finally braved the most frightful journey of all. He dialed. It rang several times before he got an answer, leaving him increasingly anxious and ready to hang up

"Hello?"

"Oh, howdy - I mean, hi!" Obie exclaimed it like he had just learned how phones worked. "Jaffa? Hoping I'm not calling at a bad time. This is Obie."

There was a pause that left the possum agonizing in awkwardness. He stumbled on, speaking quickly.

"Um, Obadiah, from the curiosity place ..." He was so embarrassed he briefly forgot the name of his shop.

"Ohhh. The possum cutie. Did something break again?"

"Yes, or, well, no, not exactly, but in a certain manner of speaking ..."

His head was swimming with all sorts of excuses to just hang up and forget about the whole thing. Maybe he could pretend he forgot to charge his phone, or he was getting a customer in despite being closed, or any other number of very serious emergencies. Instead, he clung on, against his better judgment, already blushing so hard he worried Jaffa might have somehow seen it through the phone.

"I think I get you." Obie could hear the smile in the squotter's voice. "How about somewhere a little more private this time? This place is a mess ... how about yours? Tonight? Movie date?"

Oh, that led to so many more questions, like whether Obie's place was sufficiently tidy, or what sort of snacks he needed to procure beforehand, not to mention the all-important question of what they were going to watch. And on what! The possum didn't actually own a television, but there were always other devices he could hook up, maybe with an external speaker for better sound. Was there enough room on the couch to sit comfortably? Maybe not without snuggling up pretty close, but that wasn't a bad thing.

"You there?"

Obie had been so caught up in planning he forgot to actually say yes.

"Oh! Yeah! That sounds real good! It's, um. Well, it's just above the shop actually. Do you remember how to get here?" He felt a little self-conscious that he wasn't inviting the squotter to some mansion, or at least the cozy cabin in the woods he dreamed about sometimes, but that was going to have to do.

"How could I ever forget? I'll be there in, saaaay, 30 minutes. Might be faster. Could use the company."

There was something in that tone, something almost growly or angry that Obie wasn't sure what to make of. He shrugged and just chirped excitedly that his plans were all working out, awkwardness aside.

"Well alright then!! I'll see you -"

Jaffa had already ended the call. Obie looked at his phone in confusion, worried he'd maybe bumped it with his cheek or something, but no, that wasn't on him. The whole vibe of the situation confused him, and that might have even concerned him if he wasn't so achingly horny. There was no time to fuss. He had to get his ass upstairs and start thinking about making his place presentable. It wasn't that he kept a dirty house, but sometimes he misplaced things or simply forgot to put them away in his scatterbrained state. There were all sorts of weird trinkets and possibly cursed artifacts just sitting out in the open, and he had to at least tuck those away before he could worry about what he was wearing.

A lightspeed shower and rubdown got him smelling extra sweet, like flowers and bark and other natural things. Swapping from his more unwieldy work outfit to something casual and cute was a good call too. Short shorts, crop top, and of course the usual bandana. His big hat was just going to have to hang up for later. He looked himself over in the mirror as quickly as he could, and barely had time to straighten his braids before his phone was ringing. Scrambling to answer it before it rang a second time, he soon heard the squotter's voice. Jaffa was early.

"Hey. It's me. Can't find the door."

"Oh! It's kind of weird, hold on ..."

He dashed off at full speed, nearly crashing through a wall in the process. Thumping down the stairs to the secret hidden entrance to his place, he waved at Jaffa, who was standing at the shop's door. The squotter smiled when he saw him and made his way forth. Such a big guy barely fit up the narrow stairway that led to Obie's place proper. The whole little apartment looked so much smaller with someone his size standing in it. The possum blushed up at his guest and did his best to think of a proper greeting.

"Hiya! It's real nice of you to come by on such short notice."

He bit his lip when he heard how those words came out. Jaffa was there as a guest, not as a repairman. Though Obie found himself every bit in need of his services as before. The poss was broken and he needed fixing, in a much more intimate notice. He was even more of a blushing mess than before,

"Nice of you to invite me."

Jaffa was a little different than Obie remembered. He still had that warm smile and presence alike, but something was a little off. The possum couldn't help but stare a little, trying to diagnose what might have gone wrong already. The squotter's cheeks were flushed, his breath was coming a bit short, and his gaze was a little distant, as if he was distracted by something. It all made Obie very self-conscious.

"Reckon I already asked, but still hoping I didn't catch you at a bad time. You feeling alright? Is the, uh, temperature alright in here?"

"Nah, don't worry about it. Let's get ourselves situated."

So began the unceremonious trek to the couch. It wasn't big. Nothing in Obie's place was, but there was room enough for the two of them as long as they didn't mind sitting hip to hip. Neither of them did. The best he had for a screen was a laptop that took an embarrassingly long time to boot, but that didn't seem to bother Jaffa. Obie kept looking over at him, especially when he heard the occasional grunt or puff of air from his guest. Was he really okay? He was almost concerned for the big guy's health at that point.

Foolishly deciding to take a chance on something he had only heard was good, Obie launched up a movie and hoped for the best. If nothing else, it was a good time to sit and vaguely snuggle while some cheap laughs played through the slightly boomy speaker he'd set up. Oh, he should have tested that first, but there had simply been no time. The two of them shared a couple chuckles, though Obie was finding himself experiencing the increasing horror of having picked out something that was just okay. Jaffa's attention was wandering, and so were his hands.

Obie didn't mind. That was the whole idea. He barely reciprocated, choosing instead to just soak in all the attention. It started as a subtle stroke along his bare thigh, a little tickle of his side, but it got a lot more intense than that before long. Soon, Obie wasn't even hearing the passable dialogue, in favour of giving little huffs and whimpers as he got his bulge squeezed, or his butt grabbed, or even his braids tugged. Those were all the kinds of things that got him worked up, and his tight bottoms were barely hiding his excitement anymore. Jaffa, meanwhile, wasn't even trying to be subtle about how worked up he was.

A grunt, a puff of steamy breath, and then the sound of him unbuckling came before the big reveal. Jaffa went ahead and just pulled his cock out freely, letting forth a gust of musk and pheromones that went straight to Obie's brain. The big guy wasn't just hard, he was swollen. His dick and nuts alike were even fatter than the poss remembered, plumped up and heaving with some needy twitches that spoke of it being no ordinary arousal for him. In case it wasn't clear, the squotter went right ahead and explained.

"You'll have to forgive me if I've felt distracted tonight. Guess you can see the problem." He patted himself on the balls, leaving that hefty pair jiggling and tensing. "It's that time of year I get in a rut. Pretty thankful you called me, in truth. Wasn't about to work that out on my own. A pretty thing like you ... well, just hope you've got stamina tonight."

The possum's eyes were wide with excitement. And maybe slight worry. He was pretty sure he was ready for that, though it was hard to say for sure. The squotter was bigger than him. Stronger. Much heavier. And he smelled so very nice. It was enough to leave Obie licking his lips before he spoke so he didn't end up spitting.

"That' s... more than alright with me. I'm in something of a mood myself. Not sure if it counts as a rut, but ..."

When he trailed off, Jaffa finished for him.

"Heat. Cute girl like you goes into heat instead, I'd say."

Obie couldn't help the flustered stutter. "Y-yeah?"

Jaffa didn't even bother to answer further. He simply reached over for his prize and pulled that boi right into his lap. The movie played on in the background, forgotten, as the squotter groped his way down the possum's lean back and took a double handful of his butt. The position left his cock pressing into Obie's smaller - but still considerable - bulge, and they both took to grinding on each other with rising need even as the sensations and emotions of the moment made the poss whimper a little. Or maybe that was just the tight grip working and kneaded in deep on his sensitive booty.

The squotter wasn't letting go. He went right for what he wanted, rubbing his dick all over his host the entire time. It was all utterly greedy and possessive in exactly the way Obie was hoping for. He felt so wanted. Even more so when they locked lips in a kiss he could barely keep up with. Jaffa pushed his tongue inside and let the boi suck on it for a while. Meanwhile, Obie was getting his butt kneaded nearly numb, his shorts slowly tugged down to reveal the bare fur. A tug of his tail made him gasp into his guest's mouth, and his moans came muffled when he felt a digit probing around between his cheeks, teasing over his tender rim.

He took it with a warm sigh, settling into that gentle penetration with a sound that was as much relief as pleasure. It wasn't like it had been that long since he'd had sex - but not since he'd last been with the squotter had he been righteously, raunchily used in the way he so loved. He was hard for Jaffa, and he was tight. That finger delving deep inside him and pressing him right on the button wasn't going to change that. If anything it just made him clench up all the more firmly around it, squeezing as if to milk it. As he fingered the poss, Jaffa muttered almost more to himself than anything, half-coherent. A few specific phrases definitely stood out to Obie's ears.

"Such a sexy girl ... or you'll make one ... got me thinking so much ... thinking and stroking ... all about filling you and breeding you ..."

Obie expected to be going down on the big guy before long. Jaffa didn't even have the patience for that. He needed to fuck, and the possum was all his. Pushing Obie over onto the couch, then pinning him there with a hand on the back of his head left that possum with his shorts around his thighs and his ass raised up for the rutting beast he'd invited into his home. There was even more weight holding him down before long as Jaffa mounted right over his back, thinking his hefty gut atop him, squishing him into the couch.

As much as Obie already knew it was going to fit, he couldn't help a little uncertainty when he felt that first prod. The squotter was absolutely oozing precum and had it smeared all over his shaft, but the possum swore he was even bigger than usual when he was so worked up. The first push made him hiss through his teeth, suppressing an outright scream. The next few weren't any gentler. He writhed in Jaffa's grasp, half-crushed under all that weight right there on his own couch, and he was absolutely pulsing the entire time. Every throb passed down his shiny dick and through his entire body, leaving him twitching in rhythm as his rut-drunk guest firmly penetrated him.

Jaffa didn't stop at the first inch. He kept on pushing until he was balls deep, even when he had a possum making all sorts of ungodly noises and squirming like mad on his dick. Every single inch of stiff squotter meat sheathed inside Obie left the poss kicking his legs meekly, almost looking like he was trying to struggle out of that dominated position. Nothing could have been further from the truth. He was kneading, squeezing, massaging that cock inside him even as it tingled against his prostate. Fussing about making a mess on his couch cushions was just going to have to be a concern for another time, because he was leaking thickly without so much as a single touch to his own cock.

A firm enough slap on his ass to leave a cheek briefly numb, and Jaffa got to work. The tap of his overstuffed nuts against Obie's butt gave the poss a good idea of just how pent up he was. He swore he felt those things sloshing when they smacked him. His own were pumping hard, working up an orgasm he had to hold back after no more than the first three thrusts. Each stroke of the squotter's hips sent a shockwave through that girly body. Obie got more and more flattened to the couch, humping at the cushions every time he got plapped, completely pinned under the squishy weight of his horny guest, listening to the puffs of raving fuck-madness coming from the jaws of the hybrid mounted up over his cushy butt.

Thud thud thud went those hips. It was far from an elegant fuck. Jaffa was reaming him to the point his whimpers were occasionally given in slight protest. Surely he couldn't take it like that forever. Surely he was going to break at that rate. Yet he held together, getting his ass slammed, until he was tight and tense, quivering in ecstasy he simply couldn't hold back. His cock was grinding back and forth along the cushion beneath him with every thrust, but that was far from what set him off. The sheer pleasure of getting fucked, of getting used for someone else's pleasure had a way of making that soft boy absolutely squirt himself stupid, before his heaving top even had a chance to finish inside him.

Jaffa wasn't far behind. He launched himself into a finishing flourish that drove Obie so deep into his own couch he was doing his best lost change impression. Cumming all over himself just made him all the tighter around the squotter's cock, squeezing down hard to really make that horny beast cum. The way Jaffa was freight-train puffing in his ear, he really did sound like he was about to go all were-otter on him. Or perhaps were-squirrel. Obie wasn't sure which would have been more intimidating, but he knew just how good it felt to get his depths flooded by all the pent up cum Jaffa had worked up in his pulsing, steaming rut.

A thick, juicy squelch of squotter cum shot straight inside the possum, filling him to the brim in seconds, helping his trim tummy get all the tighter the more got pumped inside him. He couldn't even moan properly anymore. Not with his face pressed down on the cushion, mercifully muffling all the weird possum noises that were trying to escape his mouth. It was a screech-worthy orgasm, but he remained relatively silent all throughout the process of getting his butt absolutely stuffed and creamed, until he was overflowing with a slow, hot trickle down his taint. His cock was still twitching and stiff, and so was Jaffa's even as the afterglow settled upon him like the crash of an ocean wave.

Obie reasonably assumed he'd get at least a minute to catch his breath and remember how to think. He was wrong. It didn't matter how much noise it made when Jaffa pulled back, slipping and slopping in the overflowing well of cum he'd made out of the poss boi's tight ass. Pulling back made for a splatter in all directions, leaving Obie to cringe at the thought of how much was spilling over the furniture and floor alike, but that hardly compared to the messy splurch that came with him thrusting forth once more. The first one was just a test, leaving the boy to squirm on the squotter's cock. After that, it didn't take long for Jaffa to pump right back to the very same pace, no matter how hard he was panting and sweating all over his cute host.

A surprised and slightly confused sound left Obie's lips once he felt that pleasure getting hammering into him all over again. He was on blackout watch, blinking rapidly when he wasn't simply shutting his eyes tight to soak in it all. It felt like his first orgasm wasn't even over yet. He was tingling from his toes to, he swore, his whiskers. His cock was still spurting, though it was hard to tell if he was cumming or just leaking more pre into the mess he'd already made. He was soaking from his belly to his balls, and getting even more of the squotter's spunk splashed over his ass or trailed down his thighs. Jaffa wasn't stopping.

Mindlessly humping away at the hole wrapped around his dick was the squotter's sole focus. Obie was pinned and primed for even more pleasure, even as his consciousness briefly wavered. Damn defensive instinct. He was trying to stay awake for the whole pounding, even when he started feeling everything below his ass a little less and less. At least he didn't miss a single one of those thrusts. Jaffa worked as if on automatic, a machine meant only for wetly, sloppily, endlessly fucking even if it meant making his cum gush out and paint that poor boy's living room just as much as his own fur.

Obie could feel just how much work those squotter balls were doing. They were all swollen and tense with the rut running through them, smacking up against his own to make him feel positively small where normally he was used to being complimented on his impressive set. For his size. And girliness. Wet plapping aside, those nuts were absolutely churning as Jaffa worked himself in and out of that sleek, black hole. Obie swore he could occasionally hear them, over the slick-slop of wet cock in creampied ass and sweaty slap of balls and hips alike to his tenderized booty. He knew he was about to get flooded even more than he already was, but that didn't mean he was ready for it.

In the fiery, crackling explosion of a cumshot, Obie made the faintest squeaking noise and that was all. It was somehow the best way he could have expressed exactly how it felt to go off again, just as hard, in such a short time. Somehow, he found more to offer Jaffa in tribute to his brute-fucking prowess, spurting all over himself in repeated flexing, shaking, vibrating contractions of sheer ecstasy that were akin to violent convulsions. He was always a little inelegant when he was cumming especially hard, but it wasn't usually so concerning. Milked out and well-earned, his seed spilled over him until he felt it soaking his chin, but that was far from his most pressing worry.

All that churning and flexing helped Jaffa work up a load that promised to turn the possum into a living condom. There was simply nowhere for all that jizz to go. It sloshed Obie's belly full and then it went from there. He tasted it. It squirted out of him. He swore for a moment the squotter was cumming right through his own dick, but that was just his own orgasm going on even longer thanks to the warmth that flooded him and the throbbing bulging vein pressing right down on his boi button. Not that he felt like much of a boy after taking a double rut like that, and Jaffa picked up on that energy as if reading his mind.

They were hardly five seconds from fully settling down before Jaffa snatched him in a great big bear hug and pulled him against his chest and gut, cock still shoved deep inside of him. It was time to nibble on the poss, to kiss him and lick him and generally inundate him with attention. There he sponged up the hybrid's sweat and musk alike, soaking in a horny, rutting scent that left him feeling all the more submissive, all the more ready to follow every single whim his guest might have had. The movie was still playing in the background but Obie couldn't comprehend language anymore, at least not when it wasn't coming right from the squotter's own mouth.

"Such a good girl you are. Does it feel nice having a hot load pumped into your precious little pussy? You'd look so nice if I bred you. Just imagine how big this little tum would get."

A stroke along his middle reminded Obie of just how full he was. The smallest touch sent a little more cum spilling out of him, trickling down in a spiral around Jaffa's cock. He was fuck-drunk and musk-drenched, immersed in the scent of the rutting animal he'd so foolishly invited into his home. Jaffa was far from done with him, but he stuck to simply teasing for the moment. Not that it wasn't effective on the flustered, shaken poss boy. Even something as simple as getting a finger in his mouth had his eyes rolling back with pleasure. He sucked on it as if by instinct.

"I hope you didn't have anything important planned for your weekend. You're going to be busy being my girl. I want you huffing me every second I'm not spending fucking you stupid, poss bitch."

A twitch of Obie's ears and a little slump of his shoulders went with his total submission to everything Jaffa said. He simply gave in, just as ready for anything as he was completely unprepared. Drooling on himself, still throbbing away hard enough to shoot some strands of precum straight across the room and onto the floor, he was a dripping, swaying little femboy being treated exactly like the girl Jaffa had made of him. For all his exhaustion, his heated panting and perspiring, he found himself pushing back into the hefty belly of the squotter and slowly working his hips in a smooth, round grinding motion just to feel that cock rubbing in and out of him a little more.

"Oh? Does the little cowgirl want to go for a ride? Your stamina is pretty impressive, I have to say. I really thought you'd be passed out by now."

If there was one thing Obie was good at it was passing the fuck out, but he managed to resist the temptation to faint when it meant getting more pleasure. He offered a silly, broken smile over his shoulder and just shrugged.

"I'll get on that later."

"I'm sure you will. Let's see what you can do with what you've got left, rodeo girl. Take this big bull as hard as you can."

It would have been a much more impressive performance if he wasn't so tired, but maybe the fact he had any energy to spare was impressive on its own. He started moving. There wasn't a lot of rhythm to it at first. He just did whatever felt good, Finding his pace came in time. Bouncing atop that dick, no matter how numb and overstimulated he might have been, no matter how sore he was in various places brought him the pleasure he still craved. He got to listen to the squotter puff and snort in approval, blowing steamy breath on the back of his neck in rising intensity the better a job he did.

That cock still felt just as good throbbing away madly inside of him. Jaffa's rut was far from satiated. Obie nestled down snugly atop those heavy nuts, feeling them utterly pulsing with the need to be drained. He was going to do his best. Thumping harder and faster pushed him to the edge of his own ability, his own stamina, but he had determination on his side. That possum was going to show that squotter exactly what a good bottom he could be, and he wasn't letting something silly like collapsing of exhaustion or getting his mind blown out by pleasure stop him.

Aside from the occasional hump or a tight tug on Obie's hips, Jaffa let the poss do his thing. Obie rode until he was making his ass bounce, impact rippling through those fine girly cheeks. He wiggled his way deeper and deeper to get as much cock inside him as possible, then lifted up as best he could to thump down again. Short strokes were the best he could manage, but he made up for that lack of distance with force and speed. He was really slapping down on Jaffa's hips once he got going, caught up in the mesmerizing pleasure, directing that dick right where he needed it to be, snug against his button, pressing him closer and closer to going off all over again. He was every bit as pent up as the rutting animal he was riding.

"That's it. Ohhh, you're really earning this one. Gonna work up even more cum for such a good girl."

That last word was almost snarled out at Obie, but it came with an approving pat on the butt to keep him from being too intimidated. The possum closed his eyes to spare a little more of his lust-drunk mind for processing all that pleasure. He was grinding his way to a nice, clenching orgasm, but he was determined to milk that cock first. It wasn't going to be easy. He was caught up in toe-curling, tail-twitching pleasure that had him scrunching up his face and wiggling his whiskers, but the contracting squeezes and clenches he gave Jaffa finally earned him his reward.

Pleasure shuddered through the squotter, leaving him clutching the possum by the hips, snorting in his ear, drooling right down into his hair. Obie delighted in the fact that it was all because of him. He felt his body syncing up with Jaffa's own as he pressed his back into that big gut, squishing and settling nicely, as they rocked their way through yet another shared climax. Grinding hard, the possum squeezed tight and responded to every single spurt of cum with another peaking clench of his own, accompanied by a shot of his own cum. He was getting some impressive distance on those ropes, and he wasn't even thinking about what a pain it was going to be to clean up later.

There was still so much pent up in Jaffa's nuts. Obie had no idea where he was going to put it. His belly was full, and anything more was making him stretch and slosh until he was sporting a nice little preview of how it would look if the squotter really did knock him up like he'd been teasing at. He kept filling up despite the stream running down Jaffa's balls, but he was feeling more than just full. There was something different about that particular cumshot. He felt it hitting him in a special way, as if Jaffa was cumming in some secret, hidden place. It left him tingling all over in satisfaction, and shooting his own load even harder, even longer, despite not knowing exactly what was happening to him.

All he knew was when Jaffa was finally done flooding him and left him happily sloshing away atop his lap, there was an extra special afterglow waiting for him. Obie wobbled and teetered until he just toppled backwards into Jaffa's grasp, thudding snugly into that sweaty gut, using squishy pecs as a pillow. Okay, it was passing out time. He couldn't help it. Flopping into that embrace like he was little more than a ragdoll, he let his arms slump down and his head lull to the side as his desperate panting grew softer and more rhythmic, and his already diminished mind completely blanked out under the protective care of the squotter stroking over his sides and belly alike.

It really wasn't clear how long he slept for. He was in no position to look around and check the time considering how he woke up. It seemed like there was a little light streaming in under the curtains behind him, but he was busy getting acquainted with his new pillows. The squotter couldn't help himself. He had the possum's pretty face framed between his thighs, and was idly grinding on and smothering him in his sleep. Obie awoke to a noseful of rutting hybrid musk saturating his senses and making his eyes water, and yet the very first thing he did was start sniffing directly from the source until his eyes were crossing from sheer sensory pleasure. Jaffa chuckled at the sight.

"There's my good little ball-huffer. Love that thick rut-musk, don't you? Really can't help putting it out when I'm like this, but the best, breedable sluts always love it. Sniff all you like."

He could do even better than that. From huffing himself stupid on saturated squotter, he took to licking in great smooth curls of his tongue, then to sucking as much of those nuts as he could get his mouth around. He could open pretty wide. Slobbery and slathering the squotter's balls without a single care for how depraved it might have made him look, he finished off with a great, wet kiss before moving on. Up he went, licking along the underside of that cock that had already made him feel so good. It deserved some more attention simply as a reward for filling him up and making him cum so many times, and he was soon kissing his way to the tip to bestow it.

Smooching the leaking cock and swiping off all the precum he could get wasn't going to satisfy either of them for long. Obie needed to suck it as hard as he could. He opened up smoothly, as if teasing with the idea he wasn't going to be able to fit it, only to lunge and stick it straight into his pointed muzzle in a single slurp. Jaffa couldn't help his greed. The poss soon found himself with a palm pressed to the back of his head, shoving him straight down until he bottomed out with a little choke. It was a brief one. He wasn't about to be thrown off his expert cocksucking game by a little roughness.

Even with a dick shoved right down his throat, Obie didn't flinch more than once. He closes his eyes and slapped his hands down atop Jaffa's thighs to brace himself for the facefucking of a lifetime. The squotter wasn't even that rough with him yet. He did it to himself, plunging down hard in between Jaffa's short throats, swallowing that entire cock with a heavy GULP and muffled mmmm of sheer pleasure. He let his guest use his throat for a sleeve, pumping in and out near as hard as he'd fucked him, sending a considerable bulge bobbing up and down in the possum's flexible gullet. Obie was not to be dissuaded.

Jaffa got a little harsher, a little greedier with that pretty boy face, and the possum was right along for the whole ride. It made for a mess slipping and slopping in and out of his throat, bringing out the most intense of muffled sounds and spilling juices down his chin, but he held on tight. He sucked, he gulped and kneaded, trying his best to provide as much pleasure as he possibly could. It was a rousing success. He was doing such a good job that Jaffa eventually rose right up from his seat and stood above his kneeling servant, ready to give his face the rutting such pretty features deserved.

Though he was in a drooling, eye-watering, glurking state of utter desperation, Obie stayed right where he was. He held onto the squotter's hips as if to tug them along and offer them even more encouragement, even if it meant getting smacked so hard with those nuts it was slightly stunning. The juices squished and squelched and squirted off in all directions as the boi got his throat plunged, but nothing could stop him. He wasn't going to slow down his sucking, and he absolutely wasn't going to pass out, no matter how little air he got between massive, slamming strokes of cock into his eager throat.

Tossing his head straight back, Jaffa shouted at the possum's ceiling with an intensity that he hadn't yet displayed. That was how Obie knew he really was doing a good job.

"Ohhh, yeah! Fuck yeah! Take it you dirty little slut. Guzzle my spunk straight from the tap. That's all you need, isn't it, poss sleeve?"

Obie tried to nod in the middle of it all, but it was as impossible as it was unnecessary. They both knew the answer. Jaffa continued on with a rutting huff bordering on a sawing snarl and the possum was prepped and eager to swallow everything he could give. He felt that cock bulging with the pressure running through it, felt it going even more rigid than it already was, and he could only give it his best, most adoring suck suck suck in hopes of claiming his reward. It was all he wanted and more.

One more hard slam forth to completely bury himself balls-deep in possum mouth, and Jaffa took hold of Obie's head in both hands to keep him absolutely in place for the big fat cumload to come. As soon as that hot cream hit the back of his throat, Obie started gulping. It was sink or swim, guzzle or choke, and he swallowed it all without so much as a moment's rest. Jaffa shot it straight down into that pretty thing's belly until it was feeling even heavier than before, until the possum's heavy ullps proved inadequate to keep up with the sheer volume those rutting nuts were capable of producing. Whatever Obie couldn't swallow down ended up spurting out around the seal of his dark lips, or even leaving through his nose when there simply wasn't anywhere else for it to go.

His arms slowly slipped down from the squotter's hips, slumping at his side, but that didn't make Jaffa release him. The hybrid kept on fucking away even when he had the poss going slightly slack on his dick. He held onto that head and pulled up and down his dick to make sure he got everything out before he finally pushed Obie off and let him thump to the floor. The girly boy keeled right over, soon coughing his way to his hands and knees when he recovered mid-fall. Hacking harshly brought up some of the cum that didn't quite fit inside him, but even in that harsh aftermath he was wiggling his tail excitedly. He could tell he'd done a good job.

The thing with having braids is he had to make sure he bound them tightly enough that they'd hold up to the inevitable tugging. Jaffa couldn't help himself. He snatched that cum-drenched boy by his convenient handles and dragged him upwards. It only got a small whimper from the poss, one that turned into more of a gurgle before long. The squotter yanked and hauled him along until he was nestled in that lap again. Jaffa knew where he needed to be. He barely had to push the possum. A mere nudge was enough to guide him right beneath one of his lifted arms, so Obie could immerse himself in the sweat and rich pheromones of the rutting beast.

"Get in nice and deep, girl. That pretty hair makes for such a good mop."

It started out as a sniffing session but it got even raunchier from there. Jaffa kept on shoving, pushing the poss in deep and rubbing his face all over that perspiration-glazed crevice, using his hair and features as a towel. He went on like that with the good, cum-swollen boy licking and huffing him all over no matter where he put him. From one pit to the other, he swiped that rag all around until the possum was beyond drenched. Obie looked up at him with an expression that didn't speak of much going on in his head at all, but at least he was smiling.

Jaffa considered for a time once he'd helped Obie soak up as much sweat as his fur could possibly hold. The poss was still pretty even with his hair a mess and his shiny pelt all matted down and glistening. Such a cute face deserved to be smothered under something. Obie didn't need much convincing to stretch himself out across the couch. Jaffa just tossed him to the side and let him fall, all sprawled out and staring upwards without a single thought. He was ready for anything his guest wanted to do to him, even if it meant creaking that couch and squishing that boy good when Jaffa rose up tall, found his spot, then settled down to make a seat out of the smiling face beaming up at him beneath the shadow of that big fat ass.

Nestling that pointed poss muzzle right between his cheeks, Jaffa settled down and got himself comfy with Obie so succinctly smooshed beneath him he was all but inside of him. He wasn't gentle, but that boi could take it. He'd been sat on by plenty of people much bigger than him in his time. Though that didn't make it any less overwhelming to be fully immersed in sweaty rump, pinned to his own couch, squished between two plump cheeks that completely blotted out all light to him. His response was to give Jaffa a nice deep smooch right on the ring against his lips. Obie wasn't going to let an opportunity to give a good rimming pass him by.

Obie's ambitions ended up exceeding his abilities in time. He was spent. Still horny, but utterly drained, exhausted to the point his body wasn't even obeying him very well anymore. A little slower, a little weaker by the moment, he did his best to hang on and satisfy until he had nothing left to give. It wasn't suffocation so much as it was just the classic possum passout. Poor thing was playing dead beneath his guest, and Jaffa used him as a seat for just a little longer before standing up again to make sure he didn't prematurely break his toy. There was still so much he wanted from him.

Pondering that fainted beauty for a time, Jaffa didn't have to think about it for long. What sort of host was Obie being if he didn't leave his guest completely satisfied? A few prods at his sleepy little self didn't get a response, but that didn't matter to the squotter. He pushed him around and nudged him over so he could climb right on top of that unconscious cutie and start humping his back. When that too failed to get much of a reaction he went ahead and mounted Obie, even if it meant he wasn't squirming as much as usual.

He was still breathing. The poss was perfectly fine. Those kinds of things happened to him. He'd held out for longer than usual, even. Once he had a cock slowly pushing inside of him again, he managed a few little murmurs and moans. Was he slightly awake or were those just the sounds of a dreaming poss? They were surely all sorts of pleasant images playing through his mind as Jaffa had his way with him. That hole was nice and tenderized, nice and stretchy for that heavy, thumping, aching dick to slip inside him smoothly. Jaffa pushed and bottomed out, tapping his balls on Obie's own, and just started thrusting.

It was at the same time a comical and slightly grim sight to see Obie flopping around helplessly while he got his ass plowed again. Jaffa just had to hold onto him a little tighter to make it seem less macabre. He could feel the boi's heart beating steadily and his breaths coming strong, if shakily. Some part of him was still feeling the pleasure of getting rutted yet again. He was nice and hard against the cushions. That poor couch had soaked up so many juices of their mutual pleasure. Obie was never going to get the smell of sex fully out of it, and he probably didn't mind either.

Though at first he might have taken some care not to harm the fainting possum, there was something about having him completely to himself that set Jaffa off. He had to get rough. Grabbing him and pulling him closer, he launched into some long, lunging thrusts to slam that cock home, over and over, deeper and deeper. Watching the impact rattle through that soft, girly body only made him want it more. He eventually wrapped his arms around Obie's chest in a great big bearhug and clutched him close to his soft chest, squeezing and tugging. Rolling back onto his ass once more, he bounced that boi in his lap, yanking him down to slam atop his nuts and hips over and over as the poor thing ragdolled about.

There was a little consciousness in him for a moment that made him lift his head and blink a couple times, but the absolute hammering his taut ass was getting prevented him from fully awakening. He slumped down again, and Jaffa was left with a slumbering possum to fuck full of spunk as hard as he wanted. Plowing that butt numb and reddened with the sheer force of his thrusts, he squeezed his toy and steamed like a smoke machine as he stuffed that curvy ass full of squotter cock. Even he was getting a little sore after spanking that cute tush so hard for so long.

Reaching down to dig his fingers into Obie's two-tone hair, Jaffa clutched right to the scalp to keep the poss relatively upright for one more big blow. Rutting to a finish left him puffing, left him dripping and sweating all over his questionably-conscious toy, but Obie didn't even have to be awake to cum for his top. A nice, satisfying arc of possum cum shot up and down across the room to splat all over the floor, and Jaffa had a perfectly clenching black ring around his dick to help milk him to yet another cumshot out of his rut-swollen sack.

With the poss still offering nothing more than murmurs of pleasure, Jaffa was just going to have to do all the moaning. A squotter didn't have a deep rumble or roar to let out, but he could certainly bellow. He filled the home above the shop with his yells of pleasure, surging and slamming Obie full of spunk, jizzing that boi utterly stupid while he was fast asleep in his arms. Or something like asleep anyway, sometimes twitching, sometimes rousing, only to slump again. There was such thing as too much pleasure, and he was finally going soft by the time the hybrid was done mating his ass full of cum again.

Jaffa finally gave that precious thing a break when he was done shooting him full of another load. He pulled out, wiped the cum off his cock on that smeared fur, then laid Obie out across the couch to recover. If the room wasn't a window-glazing, sweat-soaked mess already he might have given him a blanket. Instead, he sat by, kicking up his feet in a nearby armchair to recover a little himself. Not that he was any less aroused. He kept stroking his dick, broadcasting his scent all through the room as if to paint the very walls with his musk. He was leaving his mark just by being there, and Obie wasn't going to have any complaints. Once he woke up.

It didn't take much longer. The possum didn't have the gentlest of awakenings. He jerked up and flailed about for a few seconds before he realized where he was. Then it was all rubbing his tummy and groaning, but not in a bad way. He smiled over to Jaffa once his vision cleared, along with something of a more tentative look. The more he rubbed his own belly the more confused his expression got. He shrugged his shoulders and flicked his tail some, then finally spoke.

"I'm feeling ... a little funny. Think I like it, though."

Jaffa just leaned over and offered the most devious of squotter grins to the absolute cutie all sprawled there, soaked in cum and sweat.

"Told ya. Girl like you's been in heat. You're almost definitely knocked up after all the cum I put inside you. And if not ... still got plenty of weekend left."

The squotter could practically feel the heat from Obie's blush where he sat. The boy's flustered face was so cute it made him chuckle. And it made his dick throb too. He was about ready to rise up and make sure his statement was true, and make sure his seed took. When he fucked something girly enough, hard enough, anything could happen. Standing tall, he strolled over so he could stroke over the possum's belly himself.

"You're going to look so damn good as my slutty little breeding slut. Do you like that thought, Obie? Like being a happy mama for me?"

The response from the possum's mouth was an incoherent garble of words that faded into just a whimper, then a moan. It communicated the idea well enough. Jaffa chuckled and tousled the boi's hair as if just to leave him even more dishevelled as he loomed above, one hand still wrapped tight around his cock. He was dripping. His rut was far from over, and if that poss wasn't already boi-pregnant, he absolutely was going to be after going through the weekend in service to the squotter's relentless, unending desires. Not many could have kept up with Jaffa when he was in that state, but Obie was absolutely going to do his best. Even if it meant passing out plenty more times, and a whole lot of Sunday night cleanup before he got back to work. With a little extra weight to carry behind the counter.