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"Yeah! Suck my dick, bitch!" Ardanis leapt to his feet, half-throwing his controller and cackling at the screen. After a constant fury of bare misses exchanged back and forth, he'd finally fragged the last enemy, and won the match for his team. A beat, and his ears folded, the feline realizing himself.

For one thing, he didn't have a mic-- he was playing at Ginger and Mina's place, since they had a nicer TV, but they didn't have all the equipment he was used to. So his victorious taunting went unheard-- or, perhaps, heard by the wrong person. That was the other problem: while Mina was at work, Ginger was still sleeping. He grimaced slightly, glancing over at her door. Silence. He let a breath go, and quietly sat down again. His heart still beat rapidly in his ears.

The gray-and-white cat wasn't just here for the games, of course. He had a long and cum-soaked history with the couple living here, and while they often meant to have an innocent night with a movie or a nice little lunch together, all too often certain... urges surfaced and pushed everything else aside. Little wonder why he kept inviting himself over to their place. And, of course, their intimidatingly massive TV didn't hurt.

His nose twitched. Damn... "Sorry, Ginger, didn't mean to wake you." The mouse girl was plenty light on her feet, of course, but she couldn't hide her distinctive, warm, spicy scent. He'd spent too many nights with his nose buried against her skin to not know her smell in an instant by now.

"Oh, it's alright, babe. I was sleeping later than I'd meant anyway." She spoke from just behind his couch, yawning softly. Her voice didn't betray her disappointment in her own stealth. "Mina should be home soon."

"That late already?" Ardanis frowned softly. He could have sworn it wasn't even noon just a minute ago. That was the annoying thing about this game, it ate up hours of his--

Two great, soft weights smooshed down on his head firmly, wrapped tight in an undersized t-shirt. His character ran into a wall. He could barely even see it on the tv as dull red fabric bulged over his brow to eclipse his view. Ardanis grinned. "Need a hand holding these up?" He dropped the controller and reached up, taking two broad pawfuls of overflowing breast. "I know they must be pretty heavy." He kneaded slowly as the mouse chuckled.

On Ginger's sleek body, her rack was shocking in size. She had to get her bras custom order half the time, when she bothered with them. Ardanis loved them, and he'd probably spend hours playing with them if the mouse let him get away with it. But she often had other things in mind. "Ohh, you should've been there a minute ago." He could hear the smile in her voice. "Hauling them out of bed's the hardest part." Her hands cupped his paws a moment, then one slid down to give him a little scritch under the chin.

Ardanis chuckled, "well, just give me a call next time." He shifted to pull out from under those plush mountains and twist around on his knees on the couch. "That's what guys are good for-- heavy lifting." With that, he stole a firm kiss, one paw kneading still at her breast as the other ran down her back. His tongue flicked across her lips, and her own surged forth against it, twirling around his thin, probing muscle as it tried to wrestle at its counterpart. Soft, sloppy noises and a soft, breathy murr now and then drifted between them as his abandoned character got shot to death.

Finally, the kiss broke, the two panting together a moment. A soft smile played on the mouse girl's lips. "Oh, I dunno..." Her hand slipped down to give the prominent swell in his pants a squeeze where it ground against the back of the sofa. "I can think of a couple other things guys're good for."

"HelLLOOOOO?" The TV blared, and the both of them jumped. "Catastrophe69? You gonna play? Dick!" His team berated him, and Ardanis scrambled for the controller. A couple soft pings, and he was signed off.

Shoulders slumping, the feline dropped his controller with a weak chuckle. "Sorry about that. I--" a hand planted on his chest, pushing him down to have a seat on the sofa.

Ginger had slipped around the sofa while he was distracted, and she slid in beside him, one leg folding over his. She smiled, and slowly took hold of the edges of her shirt and dragged them up. Any thoughts beyond the edge of this couch disappeared from his mind as her breasts peeled free of their entrapment and bounced about in merriment, impossibly pert for their enormity. By the time Ginger pulled her shirt free of her head and tossed it aside, two greedy paws were hefting up her chest as his mouth descended to capture one quickly hardening tip. A soft coo escaped the mouse girl as she slipped a hand round the back of his head, fingers combing through his dark hair and scritching at his hide.

Eyes falling shut, Ardanis took to his work greedily-- it was always a matter of some restraint around her, and presented like this, he simply couldn't resist any longer. His lips spread to consume her nipple and the flesh about it, tongue lashing over her tip firmly and dragging a little whimper from her now and then as her claws dragged more firmly at him. He rolled her flesh under his fingers covetously as he suckled and teased at her, shifting to get closer and more comfortable as his pants tented anxiously.

Soft pants and even the occasional moan started to slip from the mouse's lips as he had his way with her, and soon she had to pull his head from her breast, though she quickly seized his lips in a hungry kiss instead. Their arms wrapped around one another, and her hands dragged at his pants, pulling them down impatiently. The feline chuckled against her lips as he shifted his butt up off the couch and helped her pull them down-- and she pulled him close, half into her lap. Something just as hard and impatient as his own arousal ground up against his rear as her hands pulled at him.

Ardanis had been trying to ignore it-- the obvious, waggling mousecock that had been staring up at him under those tits. She hadn't even been wearing pants-- it had poked at his belly a little when they'd been kissing over the couch. Now, it was drooling in his fur, and a hint of a growl threaded in her voice as she pulled his crack closer to that impatiently twitching shaft. His ears folded as he found his body twisting, until the kiss finally broke. He panted and stuttered something out, but she gave one of those ears a nibble before he could find actual words.

"Someone woke me up with morning wood..." One firm slide, and that shaft slipped in between his cheeks, grinding in slowly. "Who could that have been...?" She made a play at sounding angry, but it only sounded cute.

The feline bit his lip. The girls were both beautiful, and stacked beyond belief, but this was, in his mind, the only downside. They were both also packing-- and they loved to find boys to stick it to, with Ardanis quite possibly being at the top of the list. He could put up with it-- he got a fair share of turnabout, and the view was always amazing. Just that they tended to get their way a lot more than he got his.

There was definitely a soft growl threading in the mouse's throat now as she shifted to get at his hole, grinding in deep between his cheeks and shifting around onto her knees. Those heavy mounds squished against his back, nearly flowing over his shoulders as she pushed him up against the back of the sofa. Finally, her twitching, drooling tip ground in against his pucker. "Mmmmh," she sighed softly, "that's it... you're finally learning to loosen up right away." The grin was audible just behind his ear as his hole spread. The feline shuddered thickly as her tip squeezed inside.

Click. The door swung open, and in stepped Mina. Hooves clopped heavily on the hardwood, and curved bull's horns swiped perhaps an inch from the top of the doorframe as the massive minotaur tossed aside her duffle bag, checking her phone. While her max size men's jeans strained to contain her muscled legs and expansive haunches, her shirt wasn't a shirt at all-- she often adapted more tasteful full-body outfits, muumuu's and ponchos and the like, into shirts, letting them drape out in the front under the massive overhang of her prodigious, bra-busting mammaries. She glanced up, and froze, much as the two on the couch had.

Ardanis swallowed. The minotaur tended to get a little pouty when she heard they'd been playing without her. The mouse girl's shaft still twitched between his cheeks, her head half-buried in his tight ring. His fur was slowly standing on end. The sofa faced the door, so the two had been positioned to watch in a moment of silent surprise as she stormed in-- not that she was aggressive about it, but anywhere Mina went, the clamor of hooves and the impressive flexing of every powerfully developed muscle in her body with her motions always seemed to lend her actions, even something as simple as walking, a certain clamor.

The bull girl grinned. "God, you've got no idea how good that sounds right now." She kicked the door shut with a slam and set her phone down, approaching. Her zipper slung open noisily.

The grin spread to Ginger's lips, and something rasped softly behind the feline's head. He glanced back, and saw the mouse girl was unraveling a thin leather strap. Where did she get that? He couldn't help but wonder-- she was naked! Her lips stole a kiss, and her hands stole his paws, pulling them together behind his back. Quick, practiced hands wrapped the strap round his wrists several times, binding them tight together as a large, powerful hand knotted fingers in his hair.

As the kiss broke, he found his head pulled around to face an impatient, twitching shaft, thick with the musk of the powerful bull girl. The hem of her great tent of a shirt tickled his ears, and Mina's overwhelming bosom cast a shadow over his head as her tip jutted against his cheek. A glance up was like beholding two great, dark moons hanging low overhead-- her bras were special order, made out of some kind of industrial strength fabric. And they still hung low over his head, by sheer mass alone. "There was the cutest boy at work today." Her voice rumbled down and around her dual colossi. "Poor thing almost looks like a girl. I was just dying to take him in back and pop a cock in his mouth." With that, she thumbed his lip open, and hot meat shoved against his tongue and slid in against the roof of his mouth.

The mouse giggled behind the softly gagging feline. "You should've brought him home!" The bovine chuckled richly and agreed as Ginger pulled the knot taut, leaving the feline's paws tied tight together with a lead for the mouse to pull by. She leaned back, shifting her weight as she held him by that length of leather and hummed slowly. Her tip had been impatiently drooling and twitching inside him, and her first proper, firm push opened him easily with all the extra lubrication. She groaned out, and Ardanis couldn't quite hold back a soft moan of his own, though muffled by Mina's dick, as he was steadily stuffed. The mouse worked in to the hilt in one long, firm stroke, and twisted her line of leather once around her wrist to pull tight at him as a lustful chuckle brewed in her throat. "Although I dunno if kitty boy would appreciate the competition for cumdump..."

"Aw, we could give Ardy a crack at him too, when we were done with both of them. I'm sure that'd make him happy." Her hips rocked in to firmly nuzzle her cockhead against the back of his throat a moment. "Wouldn't you, honey?" She pulled as if to let him speak, her cockhead pulling to his very lip, allowing him a soft gasp for breath before she pushed in again. "Mmm, don't worry, there'd still be plenty of cock to go around." His cheeks grew warm under all the banter, and he might have even pouted if his mouth wasn't jammed wide open.

A slow draw punctuated in a firm, hungry thrust, and Ginger's balls slapped against his. Her pre was smoothing the way quickly, and she soon broke into a steady humping, pulling tight at his bound wrists for leverage as she pumped up into his ass. "Oh, he knows he can always count on a stuffing here. Why do you think he's always letting himself in?" Her free hand dragged and stroked over his calf, then his hip, combing through his fur, dragging dull scratches over his hide. "Mmmmmm, that's it, squeeeeeze...!"

Ardanis couldn't exactly help it-- when she started pushing in faster, it got harder to relax, and he would twitch tight instinctively. They'd broken him in a good deal, but it wasn't like he was very good at taking it-- much as they liked to say otherwise. That didn't stop him from blushing outright when her teasing words quavered with pleasure, though. She was only thrusting in harder for it, too!

Even a low growl was as a distant thunderstorm in Mina's broad, muscled belly. That was the only notice the cat got before that fat cockhead wedged into the back of his throat, her fingers digging into his scalp as she squeezed her hungry shaft into his throat. Another thrust, and his throat bulged around her head, the fat knob working down his neck an inch at a time. It wasn't that she was particularly big down there-- not any more than the rest of her, at least. On her body, her shaft looked quite appropriately scaled, if perhaps a little on the large size. But on anyone else, it would have been a weapon to truly be proud of. So while she thought little of squeezing into any hole she might find handy, Ardanis strained every time. She especially loved to stuff his mouth, and she hadn't let him go a day without trying until he could swallow her to the hilt. Mina was a woman that knew exactly what she wanted.

Not that Ginger was exactly indecisive. She was a little gentler with their feline friend, but she still managed to find a way to get in his pants on the wrong side quite often. Low, half-choked groans rolled up behind him as her hips rocked into deep, smooth motions, her body swinging sensually back and forth using his bound arms as a pivot of sorts to throw her full weight into skewering his split rear end time and again. He was starting to lose feeling in his paws, but he'd had worse in the past under lusts of the bondage happy mouse girl. He couldn't protest if he'd wanted, of course-- his voice box was squeezed tightly shut.

Hot meat was barging down his neck, reclaiming old territory without hesitation or mercy. His only respite was the wash of thick, musky juices she spat down his throat, clinging to the inner walls of his neck and providing some rough, slimy lubrication between her flaring cockhead and his abused tissues. Finally, denim mashed against the feline's face, a row of zipper teeth chewing at his cheek as the potent warmth of churning minotaur balls seeped through the thick folds of cloth bucking against his chin. Mina gave a groan that sounded just a little cow-ish, fingers kneading roughly at his head as she took a long grind at his face and swung her hips from side to side, jutting that brute of a cockhead this way and that near the base of his neck. A shiver washed down his whole body at the strange feeling, and his shaft gave a thick twitch.

He blamed the hot, sexy smells of these two getting aroused. He blamed Ginger's pillaging shaft for mashing his prostate. Ardanis blamed a lot of things for the painful hardon he inevitably got when these two had their way with him. It wasn't like he enjoyed it-- he just... tolerated it. That's right. His brow drew down over his tight shut eyes. W-well, might as well hurry up and get the girls off. Er, so they could stop. With that fumbling line of thought, he rolled his hips forward as the mouse drew, and swung back to meet her thrust, pulling at the cord. Ginger cried out lustily, scratching at his hip as she immediately drew and slammed in again. He had a hard time keeping up, but he put his hips to the task as best he could as she cackled over his shoulder. "Now you're getting it! Such a good lil bitch, our kitty cat." He mentally rolled his eyes.

"Mmm, and such a cutie, with his mouth in a big ol' O." Mina's voice was clearer now as she drew and shoved slow, deep strokes down the feline's strained throat. Ardanis risked a peek upward, and found he was out of the darkness-- Mina had finally disposed of her shirt, exposing her broad, muscled, human upper half. Looking up, the only clues to her heritage (besides her incredible physique) were the horns curled in and up around her temples, and the lightly perked cow's ears peeking out under them, folded back now as she pleased herself. She was just able to peek down at him and that widespread mouth of his through the valley of cleavage that was the middle of her industrial-strength bra. And as he looked, she had a hand slipped behind her back to undo the series of heavy clasps that locked the powerful garment in place. Each soft click only built the suspense, and he couldn't help but stare in anticipation as she drew closer and closer to unleashing her beasts, even as her jeans-wrapped crotch butted against his face, his neck contorting around its rather rude guest. She smirked, meeting his eyes. Click, click... click.

The heavy cups popped off halfway on their own, and the minotaur swept off the garment with a deep breath and a sigh, and the planets aligned. To either side of him, wobbling and heaving with the motion of her hips, sat the largest breasts he'd ever laid eyes on. This kind of pure, beautiful volume was beyond even the reach of implants-- they would be ashamed to even attempt an imitation of this beautiful cataclysm of nature. While Ginger had mountains, these titans made them molehills by comparison. And on Mina's scale? Well-- they were still huge. Ardanis could lose his head in those. Maybe even his shoulders. And he would have loved to this very moment, if he weren't still skewered on her throbbing meatstaff.

Mina giggled softly, watching him. He always got so starry-eyed for those things, but watching him struggle for a good look even as she stretched his throat was pure comedy. Humming slowly, the bull girl hefted one globe with her spare hand a moment as she held his head to the thrusting with the other. "You like?" He couldn't even respond, but the answer was obvious in his eyes. "Alright... if you like, I can play with my tits for you... but you have to keep your head in place while I fuck it. Deal?" He gave as much of a nod as he could. Ardanis would have agreed to just about anything right now, between his love for those galaxy-class knockers and the notable lack of processing power left in that head at the moment with that piece of meat squeezed into its lower half. So Mina slowly peeled her hand off the feline's head, and he did his best to keep up with the deep, powerful rocking of her hips.

Those hands drew up together, heaving up her endless cleavage, and those beastly breasts just about filled up her arms, too, as she lifted them skyward. Her eyes still holding the feline's, she pulled one fat nipple, a puff the size of a small plate with a stiffening tip as thick as his thumb, to her slowly parting lips. As her mouth closed in a firm suckle, eyes hooding, her hips drove in against his face, grinding her throbbing knob roughly against the very depths of his throat as prefluids poured steadily into his stomach. Her spare hand kneaded roughly at a mass of titflesh that threatened to swallow it altogether. And the more she played with herself, the harder she fucked his face. Her thrusts were growing hungry and brutal, shoving his head back so hard his spine was straining, bending under the pressure. He pushed back hard as he could, following her back on the draw to regain his position for the split second before that dick reamed in to the hilt all over again. He just couldn't take her eyes off her.

Ginger, almost forgotten by the enthralled feline, was still having a hell of a time with his behind. As soon as her lover's top had come off, the silly kitty's one-track mind kicked in, and his tailhole had seized down tight on her. Doubtless he was steel hard and twitching-- but the muscles were connected, and she got to enjoy the benefits of his delicious hole. She hauled back on his cord as she hammered in stroke after stroke, growling and sparing an eye for the show herself with an almost vacant smile. The feline's back was arched tight under all the attention, and while Ardanis had forgotten about bucking his hips, the minotaur's thrusts were pushing him back rather firmly into Ginger's hot, hungry thrusts. She chewed at her tongue slowly as her balls started to tighten, the mouse girl letting go a sultry moan as she pleased herself with their boy toy.

Indeed, Ardanis' free-flopping dick had been twitching hard for some time now, drooling on the girl's couch as his balls tossed about under the constant abuse of Ginger's sack slapping to the back of them. Even as her sack drew tight, his own was pulling up in anticipation, the feline shamefully close to going off without what he considered a proper touch. The thick slap of nuts drew to a firm jostling, the two sacks twitching in competition to overflow first. But Ardanis didn't even have the presence of mind to be ashamed of his boiling pleasure.

One thick nipple hung glistening with juices now, occasionally caught up between two fingers to receive a firm tweaking. The other had found its way to Mina's mouth, half-muffling her low, reverberating moans as her lips slipped back to reveal her teeth dragging at her taut-drawn skin. Her brow drew together ever so slowly and delicately with feminine pleasure as her hips plowed in against his face. His hearing cut out briefly with every stroke, so her moans seemed a bit stunted, and his eyes were starting to water too much, but if he blinked fiercely, he could just make out the beautiful scene. Ardanis' head spun, his neck ached in every way imaginable, and his stomach was churning already with a hefty meal of pre-cum-- unaware that it was only the appetizer. Thick throbs dragging the crown of the bull girl's shaft across his throat promised that the meal proper was on its way.

Deep, hot breaths poured from Ginger's lips, washing over the skewered feline's neck as she leaned in close. Moans tainted her every exhalation as she drew close to her limit, her thrusts slowing to deep, thorough, smooth rolls of the hips to mash against his cheeks. Her free hand crawled up to knot in the boy's hair where Mina had abandoned it, pulling and twisting slowly as she growled in his ear. Breasts spread against his back and his bound arms, and she felt the thick shudder roll through him-- the feel, to go with the sight. He seized tight around her, and that was all she could take. One final, smooth stroke, delivered with vindictive force, and she shot her load deep in the helpless kitty boy's trembling ass, grinding in tight against him as her head fell back, a pure and perfectly shameless moan erupting from her very depths as pleasure rocked her body.

Paws scrabbling at the mouse's belly, Ardanis had found himself suddenly, desperately needing to wrap a hand around his throbbing shaft, the press of breasts to his back instilling a fervent desire to shove his dick into something-- anything. But he had nothing-- his hands were still tied tight behind him, and even the couch was precious inches away that he could not gain, shoved tight into place between the two moaning shemales. His eyes snapped wide as the mouse girl's final stroke shoved in and ground away-- right against his abused g spot. His shoulders slumped as fresh cream spattered against the couch seat.

Mina, meanwhile, had managed to lose herself in her own little world for a moment-- she certainly didn't mind playing with her own breasts, and indeed she'd been kneading and sucking at herself more for her own pleasure by the end (though watching the kitty boy just melt watching her was a pleasure all its own) as her hips swung away, fucking the poor feline's face like it was any old breeding heifer. Using him for little more than a sex toy, she worked herself into a frenzied, lustful stupor, biting at her thick teats and bucking her hips savagely as her balls churned and boiled and finally let loose the tide. Her shaft gave one fat, foreboding throb before his throat swelled with the bull girl's seed. She didn't slow, however-- she bucked and humped and ground wildly, crying out into her own tiflesh as she pumped his stomach full. The violent, mindless thrusting splashed cream everywhere-- she even pulled from his throat entirely a couple times, thick gushes suddenly drilling into his tongue or the roof of his mouth and spilling down his chin.

Chuckling richly, the barely-recovered mousegirl leaned forward as her lover made her mess, waiting until the great minotaur's powerful hips had slowed before wrapping her hand around the base, slowing Mina's thrusts as she peeled Ardanis' head off that throbbing cock, letting it paint both their faces creamy off-white before she managed to seize the head in her own mouth and suck down the last few wads of her dear's pent-up load. For just a moment, the two exchanged a look of equal parts lust and love, eyes softening with quiet smiles over the V-shaped horizon of Mina's heaving, lightly glistening chest.

Then Ardanis launched into a coughing fit, trying to finally draw precious oxygen without inhaling half a ball's worth of Mina's load. Ginger broke into a soft snicker, but took a moment to lick the bull girl clean before leaning back to give the feline a little room to breathe. She'd let him sit on her cock just a little longer, though. Mina mussed the kitty's hair and slowly turned away with a happy sigh, her arms folding up in a mighty stretch that brushed the ceiling, her side cleavage spilling out quite obviously even from behind.

"H-hey," Ardanis managed. Mina paused, and turned, looking curiously at the cat as he paused a moment to clear his throat yet again. "I, uh--" he smiled just a little awkwardly. "Do I get a turn? I've been dying to get a crack at one of you girls all day." That was charming, right? Maybe?

Ginger smirked softly, reaching down between the feline's legs. "Didn't you just spend your--?" The cat pushed his ass firm to her hips and rolled his hips, firmly pushing his own button with her flagging shaft. His rod leapt to life in her hand. She'd noticed more than he thought, but he had his methods, if it came down to it. Ardanis grinned, and the mouse girl gave a soft, wry chuckle. Her eyes flitted up to the blinking minotaur's. "Shall we take this to the bedroom?" She arched a brow.

Mina folded her arms under her mighty bosom, pushing it up in an inescapably eye-pleasing fashion. Despite her incredulous look, her heavy shaft was still thick, and slowly pulsing with the promise of building life. "You just wanna get your handcuffs."

"Oh, more than handcuffs, babe..." Ginger's voice rolled into a low, sultry growl with that, and she promptly pulled out of the kitty boy's tight lil hind end. Ardanis yelped, and just for one second, he felt... awfully empty. He swallowed, and pushed that down. It was time to get some tail-- if he could just get Ginger to untie him...