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Sascha had to force himself to breathe as he hid in the closet, watching the voluptuous lynx wriggling his plush hips. It was a little room - it would be easy for the cat to turn and see him. But he watched through the slatted door and kept his breath silent. His cock was throbbing desperately as he stared at the feminine feline fondling his own cock. He wanted to touch it, to taste it, but he couldn't do anything but watch. It was too risky to do anything else.

It was enormous, three feet of fat, precum-spewing meat rising out of the fly of the lynx's tight, violet boyshorts. The sloppy liquid fired off by quarts, splattering the ceiling with heat and filling the air with a dense, potent musk. As the cat continued his evening ritual, Sascha's breath came harder and harder. Thick, swampy air clouded his lungs, the powerful smell melting his mind of everything but lust as he watched the cat's fingers stretch as far as they could only to fail to meet around his titanic penis.

The german shepherd could hardly remember what the old magician had told him before he snuck his way into his neighbour's home. The magic briefs beside him, the purple undies soaking in the rich fragrance of cat dick. It was all terribly important but he couldn't think of it. The stink of precum was dominating his head.

He pressed closer to the door, his eyes peeking between the bars to get the best view of the lynx's body, the girlish curves of his figure all lining up to draw even more attention to his incredible, enormous tool. Sacha drooled as his cock did the same. His own musk mixed with the deep feline stank as his precum spilled all over his legs.

Naked in a beautiful young cat's closet watching him get closer and closer to a messy climax - it all felt like a dream. The dog wagged his tail eagerly, thrusting into the foggy air, breathing heavier and drinking up the perfume of sex as he sprayed his own excitement though the wood. He watched as the femmeboi's bulging underwear receded and the cat's balls drew up close to his body. He couldn't wait! He NEEDED the feline to burst and fill the air with his cream. Sascha ached for it from the depths of his very being and panted deep, silently humping the door until abruptly the cat squealed and fired off his massive load!

The thick, gooey seed slammed bluntly against the ceiling, the salty cream compounding the scent of sex tenfold. Jizz dangled in viscous strands, dripping down to the cat's head, making a web between his ears and oozing slowly over his face until he lost his grip on his three feet of dick. It swung any which way it pleased, slapping the walls and window in a new coat of heavy white paint. It swung in Sascha's direction, soaking him in a striped pattern of spooge, the heat sticking to his fur and forcing him to shut his eyes.

The heat and the stench of pure, delicious sex made him shiver and quake, seeping into him, marking him as a successful voyeur, his perverse joy settling in as he wiped his eyes clean and licked his paws greedily until he could finally see. Sascha brought a handful of glue-like catsperm to his snout and sniffed deep, pressing his sensitive nose into the cum to drown out every other smell but thick lynx semen. After a content, shuddering sigh, he peered out to the cat and smiled at the sight. His cock was slumped across his body, drooling still more pints of jizz into his bed while the rest of him splayed out, sleeping - deeply exhausted from a powerful orgasm. Exactly what Sascha wanted.

He tried to think, a hard task covered in a stranger's cum and his cock jumping for his attention. The wizard had given him a gift, to help him collect cum. A gift that he hadn't even known he wanted. That night still felt like a dream. The German Shepherd had been a mere catburglar, breaking into an old man's house because of rumors that he had a stash of rare and valuable antiques. To his shock and frustration, though, the house had been empty - shabby and poor, even! In his anger he'd become distracted and when the old man had discovered him Sascha had thought everything over. A lifetime of jail for him. But to his confusion the old man had smiled and introduced himself as an eminent sorceror, impressed at the dog's stealthy skills. Apparently without even meaning to he'd crept around several magical barriers without alerting the wizard or triggering any booby traps! As a reward, the apparently perverted old man had bestowed upon him a gift, one that had revealed a dark, kinky side of Sascha that he didn't even know existed.

Until tonight, that is.

He searched around the closet and finally groped over the soft silken cloth of a rather plain-looking pair of white briefs, the fabric stained a faded yellow with the remnants of past jerk-off sessions. He could feel the magic tingling into his fingers as he shifted around as quietly as he could, pulling the smooth fabric over his legs as he felt a wash of energy flow through his body. The closer the soft undies to drew to his body the more powerful that wave felt until finally it caressed his desperate balls.

Relief rolled through him, relaxing his throbbing desperate cock so intensely that it fell instantly flaccid and slopped a big wad of precum on the floor. He sighed deep and stuffed his length in, tucking his cock between his balls neatly then snapping the tight waistband against his hip, trapping him in the tingling magic. It felt good, but he could hardly think it was going to help him sneaking in and out of bedroom windows. Yet the canine pervert was too excited to be concerned, and anyway he had the skills to make up for his... lack of clothing. He grabbed his mask, a second pair of old briefs he'd used to stuff in his pants to improve his bulge by day. Now, though, he planned to pull them over his face by night, peering through the leg holes and breathing in his own rich cologne while he stole into unsuspecting hyperfurs' homes for nights of thievery, sex, and peeping.

Quietly he pulled the door open - the hinges were gratefully lubricated with thick coats of semen. The difference between the musk with the door open and closed was like night and day! He felt his cock throb just at the blast of scent against his face but he couldn't be distracted by his own lust this time. No matter how quickly his cock started to grow, he had to get what he came for. He crawled across the floor, his paws and knees dredging through the warm goo between the cat's legs still dangling over the edge of the bed.

The haze of masculinity was like concentrated clouds of musk. He could barely breathe through the intense smell. It was beautiful but just too much. He could feel his cock stretching against his tingling, magic underwear. He could feel his ball roiling like they could just explode from pleasure as he breathed the girly lynx's manly flavour. Still, he was not going to be deterred. He reached up slowly, stroking the lynx's thighs and feeling his smooth, sperm-coated figure until he finally reached the violet shorts stained dark with seed. The soft cotton squelched softly in his grip, the massive cock stretching the fly open throbbing at the attention while the cat continued to snore.

Sascha pulled his fingers back, licking the semen off, enjoying the meaty flavour then kissing them and wiping the kiss off on his cock for luck. It felt weird but he had to focus on getting these precious fragrant undies off without waking his mark. He pulled slowly, the cock rolling toward him until it snagged under the cat's plump, girly ass.

This was a tough challenge. Far tougher than simply taking jewelry from a dresser. He couldn't lift the feline's hips or tug too hard against him but he had to pull further. He carefully shifted his fingers to pull more evenly over his lovely ass. But once it slid off those round mounds the massive schlong whipped forward and spanked the dog in the face, a huge squirt of un-fired seed spraying into his mouth! Sascha couldn't fight it. He could taste the salt on his tongue and the heat of that lynx's huge dick sinking into his own sweating face. But he continued nonetheless...

He was careful to scrape as much cum into the beautiful underwear. That was as much what he was here for as the beauty of his musky sloppy underwear itself. He finally peeled that gloriously proud cock off his face and sighed deeply as he scooted back through the seed, his tail wagging high and excitedly as he scampered toward the window. Covered in cum and sporting his own desperate erection he tried to leap out quickly, pouncing at the open portal only to shout in surprise as he clipped the window frame and stumbled.

He tumbled out into the night, falling from the cat's first story window into a soft, leafy bush. It swallowed him up just in time to hide him from the cat as he hurriedly poked his head out and scanned the dark looking for the source of the sound. Sascha held his breath tight, staring up at the naked, cum-dripping feline until at long last the suspicion faded and he disappeared, shutting the window behind him.

What a thrill. What a fucking thrill! Sacha nearly jizzed all over himself, the tingling in his underwear intensifying with his heartbeat while he climbed out of the brush and wagged his tail. He was covered in cum, thobbing with pleasure and half naked in the dark, with a pair of musky underwear on his face and another soggier pair dripping seed in his paw. He was having an excellent first night.

But, somehow, he'd tripped over the window and fell two stories, which nearly got him caught, and the only place he felt any sensation was on his cock! There'd been no pain whatsoever, only pleasure. He looked down and gaped at the massive bulge stretching the silk underwear. The tingling was slowing but his cock was still growing, reaching out like that feline he'd just stolen from. His canine rod was perfectly outlined by the fabric as if it was painted on, cum drooling from the wet tip, and his balls had swollen too, knocking together heavily and sloshing audibly between his knees as he shifted about to see his new size.

He never knew underwear could be so supportive. He could feel the extra weight but it moved so easily with him, held neatly in place as his massive cock drooled massive gouts of cum, leaking it sloppily into the grass, strings of it falling from half a dozen spots from his newly-engorged, three-and-a-half-foot dong and his beachball testes!

Euphoria filled him as the magic finished its work on his body. The enchanter who gave them to him was very clear that they would give him good luck and he wouldn't get hurt if he wore nothing over them but he never mentioned anything like this.

The magic felt drained, though. He was sure it wouldn't grow anymore tonight. But that wasn't going to stop Sascha from getting more cum and underwear, no sir. Besides, he still needed to test if it would keep him out of harm's way.

The shepherd prowled out into the night, his bulge swinging beautifully underneath him as his erection started to wane again, needing the excitement to pick up once more before it could wash the stripes of cum drying into his fur. He found his stash, a bag with his street clothes, snacks, and a few notes were to look for hyper males and their sticky, gooey, yummy musky underwear.

Sascha peered down the list, sniffing the Lynx's shorts though his own scented mask until he came across a nearby address. Just down the street in fact. It warned him it would be a second story window again, but how better to really test the good luck they were supposed to bring?

So filled with new excitement the dog stuffed his stolen, sloppy boyshorts into the waistband of his tightly fitted briefs and hurried down the street. His erection swelled as he finally found the address, the lynx cum still surprisingly warm and gooey as it squelched against his hip. Maybe it was another side effect of the magic. Either way, it didn't matter. He arrived at the new house, finding an old trellis leading up to the top floor of the rather modest home and immediately climbing up.

The vines felt amazing against his dick, the soft leaves stroking his hardening member as he ascended, potent pearly canine cum raining down to the yard below as the moonlight shone over his mostly naked body. Just the massive bulge of his briefs and the silly yet somehow erotic cover of his mask keeping him anonymous as he drew closer and closer to his risky prize.

The burglar gently humped the side of the house as he reached the window, lifting just his eyes to survey the room, and nearly jumped out of his fur when he saw it. It was a very well appointed space, fine furniture and expensive taste from wall to wall. It might have called out to the old Sascha like a beacon in the night before, but right now his eyes locked onto the the meaty prize in the middle.

In a spacious four-post bed laid a massive orca. The monochromatic behemoth rested neatly on his side making a gorgeous display of his muscular frame and an obvious challenge of getting the massive jock strap off his five feet of sleep-boner. The dog gently pried the window open, a well practiced technique loosened the latch quietly, letting him pull the rest of his body up into it. He suppressed a moan at the sensation of his wet, sensitive dick grinding across the sill which made it difficult to angle himself inside but soon enough he flopped stickily inside the warm bedroom.

He checked once more, and winced at the sound of people talking down the hall. He had to be extra quiet this time. He couldn't risk waking the cetacian or alerting his family! He crawled low to the ground, smiling from ear to ear despite the challenge. In fact, the challenge was as exciting as the reward. He didn't bother to think of the trail of spooge flowing behind him, letting it seep and spill all over the fine carpet. Instead he fixed his eyes on that enormous, leaking black and white tent.

Carefully, Sascha climbed on the bed, glad to feel foam rather than water or springs under him, letting him shift his weight freely as he debated how to turn the orca onto his back. His taut rump, smooth and boldly contrasted with that splash of white shaped like a three-pointed leaf - it spoke to him. That would be the way to do it.

The burglar took a deep breath to gather up his courage but next to the smooth, shining cetacean he felt the heat of his musk consume him. He had never smelled something so strong! He couldn't actually taste them but suddenly he knew exactly what the male's balls tasted like. He could feel the musk flowing into his lungs like syrup and his cock jumped desperately for attention. It sprayed straight through the fabric, soaking those black and white buns in dogheat. Sascha bit his knuckle and aimed his cock away, back between his legs, to keep himself from rousing the muscled figure too intensely.

He watched the masculine body writhe, sinew twisting under his dark hide, finally groaning contently and turning over obligingly as his precum started to ooze sloppily through his strap. He whimpered, teaching himself how to breathe in the fog of maleness, fighting his own body to keep it from launching itself at his target. He listened to the voices down the hall to calm himself. Their conversation was just muffled enough that he had to consciously focus to tell how many there were.

It helped a lot after a moment. Sascha gathered his composure and reached out for the musky cloth. He could feel the lynx cum drooling down his leg - he couldn't believe it was still so warm and fluid! Maybe that was part of the magic of the underwear. His body trembled with pleasure, feeling the mess and the musk against his body, staining his fur along with the dried stripes on his chest. But he needed to get orca-sperm into this jockstrap.

The massive cock throbbed absently. The head of it was as high as his head, even kneeling on the bed. It was like a secret liaison, the massive cock cheating on the rest of his body with the virtually-naked burglar. His body trembled with anticipation and he slowly started stroking the wet jockstrap up and down, enjoying the wet noises of it as it peeled off the orca's smooth skin, then re-adhered with a squelch.

Suddenly, the massive male grumbled and fidgeted, mumbling something pleasant about his dream but settling back down right away. Sascha, startled, gasped a little harder than he meant to and was overwhelmed with a lungful of his own sex fog, jetting through his own briefs onto the heavy, smooth cetacian muscles underneath him. He swung his hips to the side, his erection sliding between his chest and the orca's penis, washing the bedspread in doggy pre again while he resumed his attentions.

His fingers frothed with precum as he lathered it between them. Precum fired harder and harder through it, drenching the shepherd in heat and musk. He could barely breathe through the concentrated lust, drinking down the salty flavour of orca arousal. He quaked and trembled, pressing his whole body into the handjob. The jockstrap spurted and drooled against his chest, his fur matted to the skin with glue-like whale semen. The heat radiated deeply into his body washing off the lynx cum from his chest.

His fingers 'schlick'ed and 'glorp'ed sloppily as he worked harder to please that enourmous cock, wrapping his arms around tight, pulling and grinding until he could feel it pulse against him and the orca nearly woke again. He stopped, as his mark writhed and groaned, humping his body, calling the dog a slut and complimenting him on a good job even through his dream before Sascha's courage returned and he started pleasuring the male again. Was he a slut? Strangely, the thought aroused him even more...

His body was thrumming with pleasure as he heard a voice getting closer. Someone out there could smell the arousal that the burglar could feel and see like a mist! He had to hurry, humping back against the orca's body. The wet noises filled his head with need. His massive cock jumped once, then once more, then he buckled. Cum charged from his massive balls and pushed down his length hard while he watched like it was someone else's ejaculating, erupting tool! Sascha watched gallons of cum charge through the briefs, belching audibly through the fabric and splattering hard against the orca and his bed and wall and ceiling and even the far closet door as he filled the room with his own musk!!!

He bit his lip tightly, to keep the scream of ecstasy from escaping his mouth, but the powerful roar of the pleased, orgasming whale made it a moot point. Drowned out by the bellowing cetacian, Sascha shouted proudly as his cock exploded in a fountain of pungent, potent seed. Buckets and tubs of cum soaked the ceiling, the orca's and canine's mutual climax coating the room! They painted everything in salty heat. Sacha had never been too fond of especially salty seed but he groaned as the orca's sperm landed in his mouth, swallowing eagerly. Maybe it was the spicy undertones or the sheer intensity of the moment but he couldn't get enough, so he stood up so he could wrap his mouth around the tip and drink it directly from the tap. He wanted all he could get.

His stomach bloated with orca jizz until he couldn't chug anymore then pulled off, watching the strap swell in every direction like a balloon with cum trapped inside and the climactic geyser firing through to the ceiling. Everything was layered in several inches of thick cum and as the canine closed his eyes, the orca groggily opened his.

Sascha turned around, lightning-quick, and tucked himself in the shadow of that massive dick, hoping the cetacean was as unfamiliar with his own taste enough that he wouldn't recognize that any dog cum was mixed in. The whale groaned and twisted as he sat up in bed, pinning the dog under his semen-drizzling jockstrap.

He could hear the door opening and he panicked. He didn't have time to think. Sascha just grabbed onto the underwear and yanked roughly, peeling the whole thing away in one stroke, rousing the orca further and lifting his muscled, blubbery ass into the air. With too much space and too much loud, syrupy cum to escape through the window, he dove under the bed instead. The canine splattered face first in the pooling spunk, inhaling a huge wad of cum and barely suppressing a cough as the door swung open.

"I thought I told you not to masturbate while I had my guests over?" chuckled a sharp female voice. "I nearly slapped Marjask in the face with my erection. I really need you to be more careful, hun..."

"I wasn't masturbating! I just had another wet dream. Besides, if you didn't wear my underwear your boners wouldn't show. My pouches are too big for you, Phae."

Sascha listened close as they argued but couldn't focus on anything but the intense smell of orca sperm. He looked over and saw the orca's hermaphrodite lover and hir pussy juices leaking over the back of hir balls as shi peeled off his underwear and threw it at him.

"What are you saying? I've got twice the dick you have!"

"Well, that's because you've got TWO dicks! Mine's still bigger, though..."

"You're just jealous."

"I'm saying you'd have less problems with my musk if you shoved it in your cunt like your sister does."

"Yeah, you just love to compare me to my sister. Ugh, I don't even know why we have threeways any more if you're just going to masturbate in here."

"You know my cumshots are bigger than this if I'm awake! I wasn't masturbating."

Sascha hadn't meant to start a fight. He just wanted cum-filled underwear. Thick, gooey, potent orca cum-filled underwear. He wanted it so badly he could feel his cock getting ready to cum again at the thought of it. He bit his lip but as the whales' fight escalated it only sounded more and more enticing! He squirmed and struggled to hide quietly and he almost thought he could make it... Until he heard them start to kiss and make up.

"If you're really sorry you'd let me fuck you, Drye."

"I thought that's what you came in here to do, dear sister of mine."

Oh, god. Incest.

He couldn't help himself. He moaned loudly and started to loose his second load. He couldn't control it. He had to run. As his hot, musky seed erupted once more from his bulging, throbbing underwear, both orcas rushed to look under the bed for him and he scrambled to escape. He stumbled and somersaulted over his own dick, tripping in the gooey lake of orca cum and his new, car-tire-sized nuts. Sascha crawled over his balls and waded through the cum as the pair stopped and stared at him, a bit terrified and amazed and aroused by the fountains of cum jetting out of him as he cradled his prize, a gallon of cum trapped in a musky, saturated jockstrap.

He could only imagine what he looked like. A pure-cum-coloured dog ejaculating over all of their possessions, clumsily waddling to the window with underwear in paw and strapped to his body. He so wished he could stay and watch them go at it but he was already discovered - he had to get out and disappear before the police were called. He couldn't stop cumming but that didn't matter - despite the panic it made the night that much better.

He could only imagine what that old wizard had been thinking when he gave away these charmed briefs. Somehow being caught like this was erotic in its own way - had he seen this coming? Well, he might just return despite it all... Especially if he took the wife's undies next time as well.

Hard work is always best if you enjoy what you do.