Carli and the Cock Bits Factory
Finally
This is a long overdue commission owed to Frostpaw and Auroras. It was supposed to be 30 pages, but ended up going to more than 40.
Story is actually a year old, and actually took a long time to get typed. Worked on with help from Vasmeth Brookes, Nocturnal_lupus, Seren_wulf/Loren.
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Carli and the cock bits factory Carli, by modern standards, was not a spoiled house pet like others whom had lavish gifts given to them like an exotic sexy rain of shiny contorted silicone. Not that this was a problem, as sublime poverty seems to build character and graciousness into those who have not and are content to covet as a mere fantasy. On this day however, the pretty young fox had been promised a new gift on his birthday, and though no more then two hundred dollars could be spent on it, to such a pet, it was a dream-esque amount almost unheard of for him. He lay on his belly waggling his feet and tail as vacant thoughts did nothing but focus on what toy he wanted. There were so many too! In total he had three canines in varying sizes, a mini horse, and a decent sized tentacle. With the budget that his midnight-black stallion Joshua had given him, the cute vulpine could turn his sights to large conquests: he wanted a full size horse dildo! However, even being able to decide on a given species only created more trouble for his overworked, excited little fuzzy head. There were at least ten companies that made horse toys and if that wasn't bad enough, he also had to decide on material, firmness, amount of detail, flare or unflared, lube tube or without, inner resin core, water core, lifecast, and even the scheme for coloration. In all, it wasn't an easy choice to make since he would have to live with it for a year or so until trying again. Not to say that his master didn't ride and satisfy him, but at least a dildo didn't have a job and work overtime at the steel mill to fill an unexpected order of wrought girders and ingots for other businesses to hammer into shape. Speaking of hammering things into shape, his fuzzy rump still ached after his smithy owner used his "Thor's hammer" on it! That was the main reason he was on his stomach and also why he wanted an equine dong. Hopefully having it around would make it easier to prepare for those times when his stallion contemplated beating his butt roughly into shape until the tool could fit. True, a dragon or a Gryphon could do the job just as well but it wouldn't have that same guilty novelty attached to it. This was going to be a substitute for Joshua when he was too busy, after all. So in the void of time waiting for the horse to come home and nursing his tenderised meaty butt as much as possible, he made his little plans with salivating cockhungering lips and round dreamy eyes dancing with images of the various toys that he window-shopped for the previous month in quivering feminised slut anticipation. His most used and favourite toy was a little pink vibrator that no longer functioned as anything other than a glorified dildo after the demanding treatment he'd put on the motor. Even so, where another furry might toss it in the trash and get a new one, he saw no reason for not using its five inch length as a pocket dildo instead. On various outings and dates with his master, it made a cozy plug to keep his snug tushy busy with something to play on as he walked around in various skirts and sultry girlish costumes. Not today though. His abused tailhole would probably fall apart like crumbly cheese if he tried to put so much as a thermometer up there! It was easy enough to ignore the pain as long as he didn't clench his pucker up or walk or sit - or do much of anything but lay on the floor like a folded rug. Actually, he was surprised that waving his tail around didn't make his anus hurt more, given the proximity to the area. A small mercy he supposed, buttocks also a bit sore and bruised from the rough needful pounding of his owner, but if he said he didn't like getting a bit of assertive treatment it would only be a lie to himself. It was about three hours later that his master arrived home and Carli Frostpaw was determined to give him a proper courtesy gift regardless of the cost to his body. The fox owned nothing but what his master gave him, so there was only one thing he could offer since his deflowered ring would need more time to heal: a dance. No sooner did Joshua pass through the threshold of the doorway did Carli turn on a nearby stereo and pose before the curious gawking horse in nothing other than a transparent pink mesh thong and a long scarf of the same colour. Master's favourite romantic yiffing song played; a soft rock beat of "Hands to heaven" by Breathe animated his delicate young body in a slow ever graceful complexity of movements. He moved in fleshy art form like an out of practice ballerina who had forgotten her costume and slippers at home. Joshua's eyes took in the delirious show with nothing less than the attitude of instant admiration. Carli could certainly guess that his horse would need some looking after when the passionate show was over with, but the vulpine could do little better than one of his geyser-inducing blowjobs. When the song ended, he was in those protective night sky arms as the most appropriate romantic phrase came out of his lips in a low almost unheard whisper: "Hold me in the darkness." The black horse was the very definition of an absence of light but he did not fear such unknown mysteries. Though he was dark and nefarious-looking, Carli saw nothing in that heart which didn't resonate with his own. They were a perfect match built on trust and need. Gods willing, this warm embrace might go on forever until they mingled as kindred spirits. The fox leaned his cheek into a tender series of licks, blushing in response to a sudden but gentle hand groping on his own aching bottom. "Always." Joshua purred, his eyes enough to cause the little fox some jubilant tears. This would be the last sweet moment they had together before their lives changed forever. Getting dressed and hopping into the car to go to the mall had passed by in an unrecognisable blur that the fox could more or less contribute to his eagerness, he wore his favourite knee length dress and a midriff showing long-sleeved cheerleader shirt while acting like a bouncy tart for anyone that caught his eye. Master escorted him with an arm held out like a gentleman and that was as bold as any horny guy got for fear of angering the horse with burn patches in his fur and callused scarred hands from hard-won mistakes at the mill. In short, he was just so tall and manly-looking that he could fuck someone up with just a hostile glare alone - a neat deterrent! After passing by several outlets, they were at the right place. An ostentatious sex shop called "Butt Candy" ; Carli's favourite. While he loved to shop for clothes, putting things in his ass was much more fun. Walking inside to the sultry broadcast of lively strippers music, he waddled his way shyly towards the back where the more ample dongs were located. Some had no package, some had a vacuum-sealed cardboard plaque and quite a few were in open display boxes. There was one that caught his attention unlike the others, though: a randomised horse dildo in a closed box. In picking it, he would have no say in the colour but he did trust the brand: Wanker. Some of the best toys came out of that factory so he was quite intrigued. Carli quickly settled on one of these mystery Wanker horse dildoes, and once Joshua's credit card was approved, they were on their was to a fine restaurant so that the kindly horse could continue to make this day special. It felt like all of this might be a wonderful dream for the sissy and likely to be spoiled any moment if it weren't for the sharp ache in his ass to remind him how real this night was. It was only when they finished dinner and got home that he thought to open his four pounds of cock in a box. He couldn't believe he wasn't more excited to open it earlier, but it was more than likely Joshua's overpowering generous personality which served as a convenient distraction to an otherwise nagging curiosity. He shook it around at first, blushing and giggling as the wiggling horse salami inside slapped around inside the thin cardboard and actually dented it in a few places. He hoped it was pink, as he liked the girlier-looking toys the most and they made him feel ever so slutty and humiliated for using them. In fact, well mindful of his humiliation fetish, master lifted the back of his skirt and fingered or spanked him in public no less than a hundred times just to fuel that kink and truly make the fox his shy submissive little bitch. A few times at a food court they frequented, master even provided his lap as a seat while his erecting cock was hidden by Carli's dress and ever slowly swallowed in its slow erecting glory by the slim male's hungry warm bottom like a separate meal altogether. The whole time while being fucked in public, he was always overtaken by a guilty paranoia over who might suspect what they were doing - especially when the elegant love organ flared and filled his rump with mareseed. Then he had to clench the enema of cum up his bum like crazy for fear of dripping and making a mess on the floor like some trampy cheap whore. Fuck how he loved being treated like that. No one fed his coy kinky fears of public exposure quite like his black-furred master, and if there was one thing the stallion loved more than anything else, it was another presented opportunity to humble and make his slutty pet even more helpless! At first he thought about giving his master one more crack at his ass before he got on the dildo for an all night test ride, but his anal hunger won out so he picked up the bag and took the box out as the receipt fell onto the floor like a white leaf. While tearing the top flap of the box open, a sudden shadow came out of nowhere and a wet finger slipped up his butthole up to the knuckle while the horse snickered and yelled "Wet filly!" With whinnies of playful mischief. The attack was such a surprise that carli upended his package and both of them stared in disbelief at a gold cock. A gold cock that sang in an electronic musical tone like a greeting card and wobbled around on the floor doing a dance like a happy worm. "What the fuck?" Joshua spat, something on the base catching his attention. It proved to be a date in which to appear at the Wanker factory to claim some kind of prize. A month later they were here. Joshuas boss didn't want to see the best employee gone for a week but there was nothing that could be done about it since this was such a rare opportunity; one didn't get invited to a sex toy factory every day for free dongs, and Carli could tell the pretty affectionate master horse would do everything for him that was within reason. Going to Hobbs, Illinois was clearly one of those conditions of his love. Now before the gates in his pink cheerleader costume, he saw that he wasn't the only one who had been invited to come to the factory for a prize. All of them present also appeared to be feminine males of various species with male and female owners. It took him a while to sort out who owned who, but once he did, it became a learning experience with other fetishes. There was a sissy wolf male in a plaid skirt and black mesh vest accompanied by a dragon with green stripes. He gave the sissy a pat on his head while telling him to stop squeezing his buttocks on a toy apparently stuck up his rump. "No Auroras! Save some stretching for later." The scalie woman chided, straightening out his shirt. Another was a blue husky in a yellow and black cheerleader outfit for a fictitious team named the honeybees. Carlie watched in surprise as the husky femboi snuck a condom out of his green-furred doberman masters' back jeans pocket, ripped it open, stuck it in his mouth and began to suck and chew on it; the package stating that the rubber was cherry-flavoured. The next was a purple cat wearing pink panties, bra, and a pink faux fur dyed coat down to his upper thighs. He purred and wagged his tail around proudly with some snobby smirk on his face. The catboi was accompanied by a black lion whom almost looked like a panther. The last was a sort of dyke, yet still feminine acting little pony with white fur and black mane and tail. He had on headphones blasting techno dance music while dancing idly about non-committedly while using a PDA touch screen to play Second Life and talk to friends. Nearby stood a perplexed donkey who continued to fondle and grope the pony's butt despite not knowing what the little tomboyish equine with his pink panties hiked up in plain sight was doing to begin with. In all a strange bunch of folk that made Carli wonder if he had a chance for winning at all. Joshua, sensing his pets' unease, pats the fennec on his purple-haired head and pulls on his bodylength bushy tail playfully, "It's alright girl. Just remember why we came here, and if we don't win, we'll still have fun and a unique gold-silicone dildo you can sell on Yiffbuy and make thousands to buy other toys!" The stallion purrs into his sharp ears reassuringly, reaching a hand down the back of Carli's skirt and panties to drill the foxbois hole with a few large fingers. Given the encouragement, he realised the horse master was right about that. He was here: out of the millions of other sissies who love Wanker brand dildoes. He had won against the odds and now had a chance to have his ass bruised by yummy toys for the rest of his life. A lifetime supply of dildoes; just to imagine it was bewildering, and he was only waiting outside the factory gates - they had yet to see their host but it promised to be fun --. His lewd thoughts were distracted by his lewd master as three fingers suddenly slid in his bottom and crashed repeatedly on his prostate in a rough fucking manner which drove him further into lustful fantasies. He whimpered, lowering his ears in shame and trying to stay quiet, but it was difficult to do with three-fourths of a horses' fist in his not quite tight little ass. When Carli had wet the front of his panties and skirt with a sizeable load of cum, Joshua pulled his fingers out and licked the sweetened slut anal flavour off of each one with a clear smirk of satisfaction. The fennec only blushed hotter as hundreds of eyes from a gathered crowd fell on him and his naughty accident. It would dry up eventually, but until then everyone could see and smell the evidence of his slutness for themselves. As much as his master reassured him how everything was fine and the sissy was only doing what was expected of him as an anal pet in drag, Carli still didn't feel all that comfortable with having his lust advertised all over his crotch in one uncontrollable explosion of his warm sticky male fluids or the fog of musky maleness in which filled the air. "Awww. Poor little butt slut. Want daddy horse to make you feel better?" No sooner did he agree to Joshua's offer than he found the stallion flipping up his skirt and pulling down his brief panties, giving the curiously watching audience an interesting little drum solo right on his plump reddish brown buttocks like bongos! When he tried to resist the humiliating abuse, daddy simply sat on the sidewalk with the fennec boi draped over his lap like a blanket and continued to land firm sharp spanks on his helpless ass while using his other hand to hold Carli in place. "Stop being so modest, you're a little happy cockwhore - it's your job to show off and be a pretty male bimbo for subs to ogle." Joshua insists firmly, making both sets of the fennec's cheeks red for entirely different reasons; his humiliation deepened by the snide giggles from the other sissies in attendance. Carli had no idea his horse would go so far to prove a point, and though he tried to stay brave and maintain his dignity not to cry, it was a trying task to hold the tears back! To add further insult to the abuse, Joshua slipped a slim vibe up that hungry butt before turning it up all the way up before yanking the delicate panties back on with a few smart tugs and the threat of further punishment if the sissy disobeyed by trying to remove it. Carli groaned in bliss with it buzzing against his sissy pleasure spot as they stood up, only tacitly not wanting to pop it out for fear of drawing his masters wrath as he noticed the countless gay and horny males and females in the crowd rubbing at their crotches, clearly entertained by the free show. Although receiving his punishment in a public place was one of his guilty pleasures, the ferocity and cruelty in which his master carried it out actually shocked Carli far more than most of the witnesses were able to discern. Aside from the stinging pain against his velvety soft buttocks as though his skirt and panties were woven from nettles, there came that obvious buzz that everyone could hear as it kept his cock blatantly hard right under the swishy comfort of the showy miniskirt. A sudden noise caught their attention: a loud low bell and then the gates opened and allowed only the ten winners invited inside for this occasion. Everyone else was held at bay by a police cordoned barricade; the crowd getting but a peek at Mr Wanker's unique depravity and nothing else. Carli, now shy about his uncouth appearance, hid behind his master with an anxious fright while the fox with his purple suit and green tussled wild mad scientist hair strode out of the factories' main entrance as thought on a nice stroll. Joshua, living up to his depraved nature, lifted up the back of the Fennec's dress to show off the femboi's panties and lump of dildo jutting from his buttocks. This time, much better prepared for a spontaneous show, the crowd snapped off a lightning storm of pictures at his ass like a bunch of pervert voyeurs and making the slutty fox squeak in a surprised embarrassment with his large ears lowered into his purple hair like two lions hiding in an alien world's grasslands. Mr Wanker was about to welcome them to the factory when his ears shot forth sharply at the rapid dull hum of Carli's vibrator. "Sorry gentlefurs, but there will be no cell phones or pagers allowed on this tour - I find them to be a nuisance and distraction from the more important things in life: yiff, sex and anal!" He chuckled out, holding a hand towards them to confiscate the offending items. When he got six phones and the buzzing had yet to stop, Willy plastered his face with an expression of impatience and a sigh of exasperation. "ALL of them. Can't have errant calls during my lectures, now. My time is important." Joshua immediately spoke up with the news of the punishment he had enacted just a moment, getting an amused dry chuckle out of Mr. Wanker. "That's just fine, then. I encourage bois to play with their toys." The fox smiled and tore open some pre-lubed condoms, putting each of the cell phones in a different one and popping them up his butt through assless pants like an egg-laying chicken in reverse. "Uh! Mmm. Don't worry, everyone, you'll get them back at the end of the tour!" No sooner did he shove them all up than the fox began to ring with a jazzy tone from his butt. "Cellphones, the magical fruit. The more you stuff, the more of a party you become!" He giggled out, giving Carli an odd impression of this dildo confectioner indeed! Once finished with that debauchery, Wanker led the way back to the entrance where they took off their coats, the rich purple buttkitten grudgingly before being faced with a large wall of script in black font like an erotic story made into a wall-hogging poster "And now we sign the contract, if you please!" Willy declared, far too psychotically cheerful than the situation required, as everyone failed to find a pen to leave their hand cock. When the black lion took a fancy fountain pen out of a pocket on his hanging coat, Wanker rebuffed him "Not with pens; a more lasting agreement comes of a personal touch - like cum." He mused, pointing at an odd black recliner nearby with a chrome canister held right above the area of the groin. "This is a crump-sleeve milking chair - my own invention, by the way. We'll have all five of those sissies shooting loads in no time!" The fox chuckled, waiting for the first volunteer as everyone could only disbelieve the unique level of depravity. "Mr Wanker, what if we don't want to?" The husky asked, tail curled and showing off his butt as he continued to chew on the condom without his dobie daddy noticing. Carli could easily imagine the anger such insolence might trigger in the founding foxy, but the toymaker's response was contrite if cold. Wanker stamped a green cane on the floor with a sharp tap, the handle in the shape of large plump testicles and the stick part itself was a long slender horsecock. "If you want any chance at winning the prize, you'll do well to endorse my hubris!" And for good measure he whacked the thick birchwood "shaft" against the huskies' ass and made the canid hop forward in surprise. "Now who will go first?" When no one was forthcoming, the pony, now known as Maven, volunteered. As he got up to the strange leather padded thing, Wanker announced that they remove their clothes for the rest of the tour except for underwear. Everyone reluctantly stripped down, but did so somewhat eagerly except for the two felines whom had trouble with exposing themselves. As the pony sat in the chair wearing nothing but a thong, he reclined and relaxed with his tail falling out a wide hole in the chairs' back. The reason for this strange hole would be made clear soon enough. "You guys are pathetic noobs - this thing is just like the milker chair as GYC!" As he boasted, the fox turned it on and everyone learned that it was nothing like a milking chair. Everyone was taken by surprise, but the equine was mostly just "taken" as a slimy wet green and blue tendril comes out of the ever widening hole in the armchairs' seat to test the newest occupant; a thick tapered tentacle with quarter-sized suckers managed to slip between Maven's thonged crack before returning to its hidden compartment, if ever briefly. The fox, pleased by everyfurs disbelief, explains what just occurred. "Did I forget to mention that the semen extraction chair lies just above the aquarium of an octopus species adept at Proctology and Gynaecology? We found that it makes a climax easier to have with a helping hand - er tentacle. Don't you worry. 'Doctor Calamari' is gentle... mostly." A devilish grin broke across Wanker's face just as round two of a Cthulu-esque porno began. Carli stared on, enthralled by this lewd show as his butt continuously sucked and flexed on the vibrator as if it was a pacifier for the fennec slut's ass. For his thoughts on the matter though, the wide-eyed fox was more used to having octopus for dinner as opposed to a sexual partner! The green dobie made a hushed gasp as the lone fat tentacle came back with several friends and made the sissies nervous. One raked up around in the pony's crack until it found his thong; peeling it out of the way as though denuding a banana and making the way clear for the others. Four more slimy arms spanked suction cups in place over his plump juicy buttocks to wrench them aside and reveal the real treasure: a helpless boi pussy to ravage and devirginize! Now fully prepared, the kraken lost all patience and delivered one particularly meaty thick arm right into the horse's ass with one gaping jab of slurping sloppy noisy tentacock. Maven writhed in a mix of intense pleasure and disgust while the crumping tube descended onto his fiercely hard stud organ and rode on his lap like a pistoning hand until he lost it and shot his massive load right at the wall-contract and smudged some of the ink to incomprehensible gibberish. He let out a pathetic whimper when the monster released his ass and he crawled out of the chair device with an exhausted flop on the plastic tiled floor while his ass still oozed with slime as though it were a copious jellied load of cum from a draft horse. Not wanting to be left out of their chance at the prize, everyone eventually got up into this armchair of evil until it was only Carli's turn to make or break the opportunity. He didn't want to go home without anything, so the fennec finally complied with Willy's quirky limited liability signature method. Supposedly, fresh cum would be harder to counterfeit than a signature, but he knew the reason behind this was really more of a demonstration of Mr Wanker's perversity. He flicked out his tail and took the best seat in the house, and it didn't take long for the octopus to get started either, considering how much practice it got at breeding the other sissies' holes. Maven's cavity search took the longest but by the time it reached the femboi wuffy, the 'doctor' was alot better at its assigned job and got the milking done quicker than the last. Just as the masturbation tube slid over his cock and knot, a slimy caress worked through his buttocks with a whiplike chill of wet queasiness and caused him the shiver in discomforted denial. After the lubricating tendril slid through his buttocks like a credit card, four more squirmy arms came out of the presented hole and latched onto his rump with dozens of ticklish pinches from suction cups pulling his ass apart and almost stretching his anus painfully wide open in one gaping tempting target for the only thing that would follow. Mr Wanker quickly pulled Carli's panty briefs to the side to help the one straining tentacle unable to do so on its own, as well as pulling the vibe out and tossing it idly on the floor before it got lost forever. Carli had four tentacles on his buttocks and two yanking his panties out of the way before the thicker breeding tendril was ready to go forth and fulfil its purpose. He gasped in a hushed howling yip of disbelief as he felt something slither its way quickly like a snake in fast forward, contorting around the fennec's insides until he couldn't tell where it ended. Promptly positioned in the right place, it gave a lewd yank as if to pull out Carli's bowels before it started sliding in and out; suffocating his prostate under the overwhelming girth and mass of the muscly thing before he let out a humbled squeak and coating the board in his cum with a subdued series of pants and a wild-eyed look of astonishment. The gooey monster appendage was unlike anything he knew. It felt nothing like a cock and even a tongue was completely unique and shallow in comparison. As much as he felt relief when the greedy thing left his hole, Carli also had some regret over the incident in wishing that is hadn't ended so soon. The Fennec crawled dizzily from the seat as slime-lube dripped uncontrollably from his sore widened out yiff hole. While he lay on his side to think about it, Carli decided he wished his HAD been a longer ordeal of violation. Master Joshua slipped the toy back into his rear and scrunched up his panties into a thong to make sure the vibrator wouldn't fall out of his now lubed anus before giving his pert buttocks a merry flesh-wiggling spank to further cement the horse's role as the fox's depraved and ever horny Master. With everything done to Wanker's satisfaction, he went on with the tour and took the group into a hallway of jutting toy cocks that could very well be a dildo museum. "Now, let me bring your attention to one of my latest creations: animal flavoured dildoes. Each of these toys has an artificially manufactured taste in accordance with the species that has the cock. Lick a horse, it'll taste like a horse. Lick a dog, it'll taste like a dog. Go on, try it." Willy mused with a cheerful smile as everyone wandered up to a different toy to see for themselves. Rather than lick, Carli tried to take a whole pony in his mouth to savor as Wanker continued. "Don't be shy; try others. Lick a xeno -." And was promptly interrupted by the purple cat. Vernice twisted his head around to stare at Wanker in defiance. "Xeno--the hell is a xeno." And got a sharp slap on his ass for the rudeness as the fox with his wild green hair growled and shoved the cat's face into some unknown dildo, making him gag and deepthroat the wierd segmented alien thing. While everyone was too surprised to react, Willy continued to force the feline to give head as he dropped his panties and shoved his unlubed dick into Vernice ever painfully right through the knot to the sheathe. "We here are the demented dreamers and our creativity will be respected." Then he pulled his knot and cock out with a pop that resulted in a shriek of shy agony before getting his underpants back on to continue this tour of debauchery. "Daddy" My asshole hurts! I want to sue him!" The femboi cat complained as the black lion rubbed his pet affectionately trying to ease the small fur male's pain and grief. Wanker either didn't hear or didn't care as he went to the end of a wooden hall with a reinforced steel door as though for a bank vault. The lion continued to cosset his pet with soothing tones and gentle purrs as he hugged his spoiled sissy. "Don't worry darling; we'll sue him when we get home." He promised, fondling the purple goodies buried in the pink thong. Carli shrugged, unable to believe it. Only two kinds of people arbitrarily sued in such a blatant manner: the rich and idiots. He wondered which Vernice was, as the purple cat threw another sissy hissy fit. "But I want it now!" The cat snarls, like some impatient, obstinate child. Willy Wanker had patiently waited for his guests to get sorted out before standing beside the vault door ever ready to reveal some kind of secret that would change everything they ever knew. "Ladies and Gentleman, the crowning achievement of all our work and trials: the cock bits room." The fox slowly unveiled what might be thought of as one of the unknown mysteries of the world as the heavy door swung open and revealed a peek which turned into a full on panorama of utter gayness. There were literally no words to describe it. Though this was a society all about blatant promotion of sex toys and eroticism in public, something about this strange room seemed to take that odd code of conduct just a bit too far in Carli's opinion. Regardless, that didn't stop a certain horny fox from going ahead with his plans, anyway. And forth they went, astonished eyes fastened on every quirky detail as if in a dream of a madman. Wanker gave a rather amused little lilting giggle as he cleared his throat, indicating that he'd be saying something - or singing. "Come yiff me." He snickered out, leading the way down an enormous flight of stairs with a twirl of the shiny cock cane. "And you'll see." Then he gave his barely covered purple panty-clad foxbutt a sensuous risqué shake like some whore at a French burlesque show with a coy amused wink and coo as of a dove. "A WIDER world of slut infatuation." Nearby trees had branches burdened and swaying loftily with a strange harvest of fruits indeed! They were halfway down when the fox did a kind of shivering dance, putting his butt out ever so blatantly to tease the more domineering members in the group, wagging his tail about and causing two bulbous nuts to squirm between his thighs. "Take a chance, and you'll love." He paused with a dreamy sigh as his round rump gave another series of buzzes from one of the phones. "Well beyond all known sensation." The sissies, Auroras and Carli especially, found themselves giggling like anime schoolgirls to that last bit. Though they were all quite eager to see some of the crazy toys up close, Wanker proved damnably annoying a seducer as ever. "We'll do sin, on a whim." And spun on his footpads without warning to bear a most cruel hungry grin of sharp teeth at them. "Travelling in a world of my predation." Performing a growl that was more gay and cute-sounding like a lion in drag more than anything else. Carli hung back behind the group doing his best to covertly adjust his panties, which had gotten twisted up so bad from the intrepid walk up to the grove of dongs that one of his balls were dangling out a leg hole obscenely, and though no one could see it, the Fennec fox was extremely self-conscious about it. Once he got his undies sorted out and both marbles seated, it was a soft ecstasy of heavenly delight once more as the seamless velvety soft panties cradled his bottom like a silk net and caressed against his rolling jewels and sheathe as if a gentle seducing hand on all the sensitive unused and unseen parts of his shy sexy body. Unlike other kinds of fabric, micro fiber panties were perhaps the guiltiest of pleasures: cheap enough to wear and abuse everyday instead of silk or satin, yet just as soft and welcoming yet stretching easily for any anatomical bulges. It was no secret that herms and shemales especially loved these to the point of buying in bulk. An inexplicable erection came to his sheathe at the teasing tart of auroras right in front. While the rest of the fembois had wiggled back into their panties, the blue and black wolfy male also put his skirt back on and had his tail curled like a rams horn' to lift up the back and show off two round squishy thonged cheeks between a frilly and slutty bit of overly-feminine fabric. The fennec blushed at the sight of it, pawing idly at the front of his girly briefs as Wanker was still singing his licentious provocative tune of sluttery. "What mounts you will defy..." Then the randy fox snuck up behind Auroras while the dog bitch was busy gawking at the scenery, slamming a huge cock and knot meatily into his rump all with a smile on his lips as Auroras screamed in surprise and a deep humiliated blush came across his face like pink paint. "Lubrication." Wanker purrs playfully, suddenly pulling out and giving the shy puppy a fond firm slap on the buttocks while giggling. Mr Wanker was quick to pull the front of his panties back up, continuing the façade of the eccentric businessman who forgets frequently any need for pants, bushy tail tickling around like a wild snake. "If you want to see all my toys." He chuckles, still lost in his own world of theatrical drama as he motions with a paw in irritation. "Simply prance around and feel them." He gave a bow as a stampede of excited sluts and masters ran for the straged park of debauchery, Auroras' dragon daddy letting a large blue cock drop at the sight of a tree with a huge red dragoness pussy formed into the bark like a sexy knothole; pounding in with an excited and smoky snort like the loud backfire of an old engine. The only ones who didn't fall into the temptations of the sex garden were Carli and Joshua, and only because the sexy black horse was too busy staring at a perky foxbutt clad in thin sheer panties while the much shorter Wanker was coyly pretending not to notice how he was being so admired. "All of them for play, so do it." He purrs in happy obliviousness with a saucy wag of his vulpine rear. "Want to have some fun?" Then Wanker pulled a leghole aside and winked his anus like the top of a red cherry missing its stem, perfectly at home teasing the big black horse with his round buns. "Then let's get to it." Before backing up and rubbing his juicy rear onto the equine's bulging crotch with a cunning murry noise of subdued need. Granted, Carli wasn't in a relationship he'd call closed or modest, but it was still a massive surprise to watch his master flip down a zipper and flop out his cock just because a fuzzy ass tempts him. Then again, stallions were unanimously interested in any good looking ass put in front of them, but the seducing behaviour of the fox was the frosting that made the whole sweet mess come together like a cake. With his panties down around his knees, Wanker made it too easy to get fucked, a thin licking smile on black lips while waiting for Joshua to reach his full height for gay conquest. "There is no toy I know," Carli blushes and looks away, spotting Auroras and the husky slut on a sex see-saw with huge dildos that get driven up their holes each time they come down on one of two long thick poles shining with lube. Vernice had fallen into a shaking tentacle bush and purred happily as hundreds of tiny cocktacles violated all of his holes while pawing himself off as they restrained the cat in place. Maven blushed, bent over a wide tree root with his butt in the air as his rear was alternately fucked by a wet conga line of wet cock-shaped fruit hanging in the animated branches, or spanked on supple pony cheeks with thin flailing leafless whips on the branch tips. Pleasure from forceful rape of smooth waxy fruit or the humiliating punishment of having his grey butt reddened, the pony grunts and twists in the bonds while loving it all; a special hole in the root also slurping on his cock like some sort of milker. "To ever give sluts full satisfaction." Wanker continued, gasping in shallow sudden pants of breath from intense sex that the jealous Carli refused to watch. Instead he focused on the dom males either naked or having their cocks dropped out of clothes to fill trees' special knotholes or get milked and fucked by a bush as the donkey was doing. Soft moans of pleasure tingled with the next words as the black horse and his enormous maleness took whatever was left of Wanker's virginity despite the phones blocking the way. "Living h-here, you w-will--oh fuck!--see." Followed by the sloppy sound of thumping heavy balls, but Carli had to do his best in ignoring them, envy stoked like a furnace. "Everything makes you go 'whee'." Wanker gasps harshly, his own cock now covering the front of his panties in thick jellyish spunk even as the horse continued to beat on his insided with a fuckhammer like a drum while drooling in mindless ecstasy. By now, most of the furs playing around in the garden had shot their loads, but Auroras, Veronica, and Vernice had stubbornly refused to heighten the final blast of pleasure. "If you want to see all my toys." The fox sighed out, his tail held straight up as the stallion went on with the merciless plowing. "Simply prance around and feel them." the showy owner growls, grinding his teeth to an unusual sopt of soreness coming from his ass. "All of them for play, so do it." His ass seemed to bounce and wiggle as Joshua sped up his pace; hot and sweaty from the exertion as Wanker snickered and didn't seem to make things easy for him. "Want to have some fun?" The vulpine said to no one in particular, but meant it towards Josh as he gave that plump reddish-purple ass a provocative shake and giggle. "Then let's get to it." Only prompting the foamy equine to break that ass with one of his scary shoves that Joshua would be too sweet and gentle to ever use on Carli, but only because Wanker was such a humongously insatiable tease. First Veronica and then Auroras lost control of themselves and blasted one another with cum as the two huge yard-long dildoes filled their butts like a sudden immersion into icewater that widens and gapes out the anus with every impaling bob of floating removal. "There is no toy I know." Maven's ass was red like it had been burned, yet he still loved the spanking treatment and had shot several loads into the anus-like hole gripping his cock in wet nurturing embrace. "To ever give sluts full satisfaction." Vernice was the lastm the bush of tentacles milking all the juice from his black slender cock like some important sparkling nourishment. "Living there, you will see." Suddenly Wanker's ass muscles gripped Joshua's cock in a tight vice which stopped his pace suddenly and caused his shaft to bend up like a train wreck, now taking his fee for the pleasure with one hot snuggly surge of iron-hard bowels. "Everything makes you go 'whee'." The fox giggles as Carli's master grunts with relief and fills the tightening foxass with more than enough seed to overflow out onto the pavement as he grows flaccid and pulls it out like a sloppy noodle; cock dripping with cum as he hides it back in his pants. It was then Carli realized that he hadn't had his pleasure yet like the rest of them, and the batteries in the vibe had been dead awhile, which didn't offer much relief in that regard. He took a moment looking at the many kinky trees and plants trying to decide which would be the best for his use and ultimately came up with a stalemate. So many naughty little choices and he probably had time for only one before the tour moved on. As it turned out, there wasn't anything wrong with the old stanby as his master's ebony cock was still slickened by the tryst of filling a fox with a far moister ass than normal, cum also covering it like bits of ice as Joshua grinned and preened under his pets' hungry gaze of slutty need. In a normal context, someone else would be annoyed that their lover used another's rump and then wanted to use theirs, but Carli didn't see it that way; he saw it as a matter of impatient lust and being forced to wait for his turn. After all, the black-furred fuck beast was a very busy horse with a libido cranked all the way up to ten. Treating a gay horse like a thrill ride in an amusement park wasn't tpp far off an example, either. With a warm blush spreading across his fuzzy face like a red facial, the fennec dropped on his knees in front of the dignified equine tool and started to lick all the sweet salty juices off of it with ecstatic pleasure written all over his lewd face like lewd words in black marker. He could feel himself nearly melt as the salty sour taste of ass combined with a briny nutmeg-like musk of horsecum dripped down into the foxboi's throat as if it were hot pudding. More lusty thoughts came into his head and made hiding his blush--or an erection for that matter--impossible to hide as long as the hard horseprick continued to pulse and wiggle against his wanting opened lips like some lazy snake. Carli shivers, finally cleaning off the last of the kinky gunk only to be beset by a new demand from his own master! "Good little slut. Now that I'm all cleaned up, how about I give that sweet ass of yours some love?" The horse offers, a lazy swat of tail and that same smug grin that Carli had gotten used to as a sign of impending rough riding in a manner not exactly approved of by most equestrian clubs. The sissy fox barely had time to nod his consent to the much larger homosexual male before getting forcibly bent over as if for a paddling with the horse on his knees poised right behind, now lifting up the pathetically adorable miniskirt. Yanking the dead vibe out and tossing it on his crumpled discarded jeans without a second thought, Joshua buries his black-furred face into Carli's ass and licks all around the thong trying to deftly spear at some anus without physically pulling the undies down, since his hands were far too busy holding fat fluffy buns aside from the sweetened cherry prize in the center. It was a peculiar thing the fennec failed to describe no matter how many countless times he had been rimmed, but it was probably best described as a hot slug slithering all over his crack in fast forward; the pleasure almost debilitating enough to make him fall down under the onslaught of flickering wet swipes. There was little he could do but brace his thighs for stability before the unexpected surprise of getting dragged own to his knees to expect cock like some mongrel bitch in heat. By now his body shuddered in nervous anticipation, knowing what to expect as his heart sped and his lungs suddenly got heavy like he were having to breathe light oil instead of air. Unable to experience his master's cock for at least two weeks since the horse always came home tired from work or slept in late on the weekends to make up lost energy, Carli had been almost alienated from that cock with the various toys he used as substitutes but it just wasn't the same. What came to him in a flash of Joshua's libido was more of a surprise than he could account for, as the horse made a breeding demonstration of his ass. His muscles danced with impatient anticipation as a meaty flat cockhead as hot as a fireplace poker was now pressed firmly to his asshole and started to sink in with insistent nudges of the horses' hips, causing Carli some unexpected pain but in a good exhilerating way as the fear of being broken and destroyed by the girthy member excited him like some sexual amusement park ride. Initially sex was crude and a sudden cracking of his tight hole could be felt, but it quickly slipped into the vacuum of his anus and made the slut feel all better again; snug fox rectum fitting the horsecock like it were a baggy condom with a rubberband at the opening to act as a sort of seal or cockring depending on the situation. If it were possible, the slow forceful driving of that cock as it plunged deeper up his warm silky butt seemed to actually make his blush spread all across his face like red paint, a heavenly blissful sigh coming out of his lips at the whole unreal delight of it all. Joshua was no slacker and he rammed the point home with firm insistence and chuckling whinnies of fervent lust. The swift thrusting was every little reminder of why he loved horses. It was the cock: a flared ramrod of flesh like those used to set a charge in a an old cannon. It was just so juicy and tantalizing the way the wide glans somehow popped in and out of Carli's bottom like some floppy black mushroom cap. Almost as good was the part in the middle of the cock somewhat like a weird segment in an earthworm's body. The one-two combo of bloated glans and engorged medial ring were like slutty candy to his prostate. Bumpy dildoes were almost a crazy overstimulating hell, but the subtle ostentateous features of horsecock were just right. Somehow the squishy inflated texture also felt wonderful as he squeezed his anus on it and felt the blood rush into either end of the shaft and made the glans trhob just a bit like a clenching fist deep in his body; fuck he loved all of it!
While some strange fox was busy being naughty, Auroras found himself overtaken by a strange hunger that would have been out of place if it was anywhere else, but he knew his impressive nose did not deceive him: there was alot of cum somewhere and it filled him with mischief. Even while Willy led the way like a hen being followed by her chicks, the subby buttpuppy snuck forward on his own until they were staring at a white river looking faintly like frothy milk and he was already at the nearest bank to take in his fill. "Allow me to introduce you to the heart of my factory: I make a perfectly edible lubricant that tastes and feels lile seminal fluid. The only thing we can't really do is make it feel fresh and warm, but it's otherwise perfect!" Auroras grinned at that and bent his head low to the surface to gulp it up noisily like cream of mushroom soup, the juice already getting sticky and matted in his fir as if it were a short beard. He caught movement across the lake to the other side and looked up briefly at the same time someone else made the observation. "Ah yes. My humble, loyal, and horny workforce of midget foxes." Foxes was right, but htye were different from normal vulpines not only in their size, but everything else as well. They had green hair, bug puffy tails, white overalls, and most telling of all: huge genital bulges in their groins for balls and sheathes that must surely rival an elephants'. They were busy pouring bags of white powder into the liquid, causing it to froth suddenly as though boiling. Ignoring them, Auroras goes back to his feast until a tap on his butt causes him to stop. "What are you doing? Don't you realize that my cum has to be sterile throughout the churning process?" The look on Wanker's face gave him such a fright that he lost his balance and splashed right in, his head popping up to make viscous bubbles in the stuff as his arms flailed in the thick cement-like yogurt. "You whore. Look what you've done. Now I'm going to have to let my employees have their fun with you as punishment." Willy Wanker remarked, annoyed but not overly angry as he heard several more splashes and was slowly pulled out of the male slurry to land, where he found himself coughing and struggling for breath after nearly drowning. Weak and delirious from the swim, his ordeal was only the beginning as he was helped into a bent over position on the red cold belly of a flipped over wheelbarrow even as his limbs were all held down as if he were being sacrificed. Busy yet catching his breath, the puppy failed to notice through his filmy cum-covered eyes what the other pygmy foxes were doing around him. A blush came across his face, hidden by the encompassing facial as something thin and long wigggled up his butt. At first he assumed it to be a worm until the same was done to his mouth and he realized it was rubber tubing, which only confused him further as he had no idea what it was for, It made him horny and erect, though this was not the intent as he heard several loud splashes followed by a dripping in the air--then warm cum being forced down the tube to fill his mouth like a sudden thick salty broth of maleness. Auroras whimpered as the same was done to his ass as he listened to Wanker's casual explanation of this torture. "Here in my glorious factory, I make any punishment fit the crime as my workers are now demonstrating." The fox chuckles loudly even as the puppy's ass now fills with male juice to the point that it leaks from his hole. His belly isn't so lucky as it bloats like some gay fruit ripened with the sweet fluids of sex. More of the strange foxes stand behind him and Auroras wonders what they're up to until intentions are made clear as wet slaps smack on his butt like a drum solo of sloppy kisses; six or so paddles pounding his ass like hammers tenderizing his rump in sharp cruel tandem and making him lurch and jump with whining misery for it to stop. The abuse only ended when his ass was sore and aching to the touch while his belly bloated to the point that he might vomit. Tubes were taken from his cum-covered openings only to be replaced by hot hard cock; canid tools as big as fists with knots the size of canteloupes trying to force their way past his resisting passages. A wet kind of kissing noise came from behind as one of the sloppy pre-dripping triangular canid tips found his hole and pushed in, squirting a waterfall of cumlube out between the girth and his anus with a damp prolonged farting noise while cum heated by his own body now dribbled slowly down his legs like pancake syrup. Such a big thing threatened to make him scream, as his master was nowhere near impressive in comparison. Auroras found himself howling like a bitch in protest only as the firm rubbery ball of dog knot tried its own luck in his rump, leaving his mouth wide open and defenseless to be taken in both ends as though some pornographic pince manouver. Mr. Wanker strokes his chin casually, grinning like a mad hatter with wide wild eyes. "You like cum now? You'll soon learn why the Luvta Humpya's have such large balls. I'll give you a hint: the better to fill you with!" He chuckles, clapping his paws and playing a small ditty on a tiny flute. A plump cock as hot as a grilled sausage was then pushed past his lips and the strange little foxes began to sing some kind of debauched jingle. "Luvta humpya doo ba dee doo. We've got a lovely lesson for you. Luvta humpya do ba dee dee. If you're a slut, you'll listen to me." As they started up, Auroras knew he wouldn't like what they had to say. Both hard cocks pounding wetly into him and the one in the rear threatened to pop the knot and widen his anus far more than it had ever experienced--his toys at home much smaller than the unnaturally endowed foxes. "What do you get for stealing some cum?" The fox in front asks, the thick organ gagging Auroras several times while dripping a shower of hot pre down his throat like salty threadbare soup. "A cock in the mouth as well as your bum." The one behind chimed with a giggle, surging powerful little hips forward to impale the canid on the knot like a pervy carousel horse. "What a bad pup all full of this stuff." He gets a sudden playful squeeze to his cock; the silky red paw making him blush with ecstasy. "Now, do you think you had enough?" Auroras gasps as the pumps of the massive members intensify, balls hammering on his chin and buttocks like rapid gentle fists while the other foxes point at his sexual excess and laugh. "I don't think he wants to stop!" They sing in a giggling chorus, stroking crotches through the stiff fabric of immaculate overalls. "Luvta humpya do ba dee doo. If you're not slutty, we won't rape you. You would live in horniness too. Luvta humpya and your friends too." Auroras gasps, nearly exploding from two firehose blasts into both ends as the foxes gasp and watch cum spill from the puppyish thief like white steaming waterfalls that made an awful mess of the whole place; a few splashes even landing on other foxes like it were water.
Carli gasps, unable to put what he'd just seen into words, so he played with his purple hair instead as the small foxes now took turns between the ten of them using poor Auroras like a well-worn gloryhole. He was somewhat tempted to try the cum for himself, but thought better of it at seeing the foxe's orgasmic brutality. The fennec was inarguably horny at all moments, but even his bottomless lust would be put to the test and breaking point by all of those eagerly thrusting dicks in their cock conga line. Instead, he chitters in cute whispers like a squirrel as his large black-furred master gave his supple little body a good and firm molesting with animated masseur fingers spidering all over his buttocks in little gently horsie tickles' electricity working through the sensitive skin with each delicate scrape and fondle against expectant breeze-tingled skin. Arguably, Mr. Wanker was one of the strangest most kinkiest furs he'd ever met. The red fox gasps and wiggles a panty butt on occassion from one of those phones up his rear as he waits patiently for the call to end at the edge of his cum river. "Now what seems to be taking my boat so long? I was certain they were aware of our schedule." He taps the cane impatiently, rubbing along the detailed grip while posessed of a sexy flowing of his body. Nothing seemed to place him in the realm of an eccentric dreamer quite like a boat built for spoo rafting. "What do you suppose it looks like?" Carli asks his master, purring happily from pats on his head and pantied butt by hands that appeared apt at getting around. He blushes as one giant black digit hooks on a leghole and uses the elastic strap to spank the fennec in the buttock with it like a rubber band. The horse readies tp playfully do it again, grinning as he pulls back further than before. Carli tries to yip discreetly as the panty bites into his sensitive globes of fuzzy skin and caused him to spring up like a gerbil from the shock. "No doubt some giant penis." Master observed, breathing playfully into the fennec's giant sensitive ears. "Is this all doing anything for you, or do I need to give you a spanking in front of all of your little friends before sissy can show some wood?" The horse threatened with a soft clucking of his tongue and both fists holding securely on Carli's dress in the back to make the comment all the more true. "So what is it? Why don't you get hard for daddy?" The stallion was onto something, as Carli should have responded more enthusiastically to the demented abuse sufferer on the canid. And of course, Joshua would have gotten the proper treatment for his anxious limp syndrome, having used his influence as a kinky dom to learn all of Carli's perversions and the many ways to get the slut cheerleader started up. The only reason he could have for the lack of reaction was perhaps the overload of stimulus cast on him by the overall atmosphere. Indeed, every second had occured as a frantic pursuit into vibrant male sexuality! "I think it's cuz so much is going on." Carli protests, a hot lingering breath seething out of his lips like a hanging invisible fog of jungle mist. True to predictions, the tip of some black phallus came out; bright lights and colors all over ot decorate it like some gay pride parade float. As of yet, none of the overall form had been revealed enough to truly determine the nature of such a monster cock's possible species. Tapered like a dragon's tail, except he knew well that no tail had so many--veins and incongruous details like that of a tongue. "I'll be damned, Carli. What a dork." What the fox's initial assumption to be his master's ill-thought attempt as an insult proved to be an innacurate statement. Dork did not simply mean 'nerd', but had a much older mariner definition. It was then a surprise he came to understand what this thing was that he'd been looking at: a whale's penis. A crazy entrepeneur or sex tycoon indeed, if he flaunted such strange things. The next part of the tour proceeded without issue as they gathered around a loading ramp and carefully walked across the bobbing wooden bridging slats with anxiety. When it was just him and his horse, Joshua simply picked him up around his middle like a barrel in on loose arm as though some silly fennec keg with a bushy tail. Being horsehandled in such an odd manner had actually left the fennec out of breath by the fright--or perhaps it was that muscled wrist on his chest and belly. A few nervous giggles came as a shy slap in the face which he didn't know how to appropriately deal with. "Lemme go you brute!" He finally gasped out, not really feeling true protest as the grip about his slender body was far from painful or malicious; more like wearing a snug corsent than actually being crushed. Joshua might be damned strong as a horse and proudly flaunted the power, but he knew his excesses well enough so that he would cause no harm except through obvious intent: rare outbursts that never happened to helpless hapless pets. Still, a lack of emphasis on violence did not completely rule out Joshua's more shocking cruel and demented behavior. Most of that came from his job as a master/owner, but a little also came as a result of stress at work so the stallion made his slut squirm in truly nasty situations just to relieve the tension. None of the 'abuses' were painful, but they were always exceptionally humiliating. One such example that came to mind was Joshua;s rental of an AKC stud rottweiller to use his ass like a bitch. The horse snorts with a bluster of lips that sounded like a cross between a bored sigh and wet fart, rolling his eyes carelessly. "Be quiet you. Did little miss slutty pants forget the spanking she was about to get?" He taunts with a deep chuckle as Carli made a nervous squeak and rested his hands on Josh's wrist. He supposed it was almost impossible to distract a domineering horse from his right to depraved punishments! "No daddy." He finally purred out, accepting whatever was to happen to his plush snuggable fuckable little body. The horse took his seat first in an empty bench that would accomodate his size before resting Carli on his lap--or rather--bent over whit his tan golden butt unskirted in the air and tail held out of the way. Now this was certainly familiar! His nervousness wasn't helped by a much more public setting, as those damnable foxes were still about and masturbating as they watched; such a thing making the fennec feel vulgar and unclean: like a trampy hobag overused at a frat party. "I don't believe I've actually had the pleasure of checking your snug virginity today." (his virginity had been taken long ago, but the horse always loved to see how tight his butt was before the next round of cockmeat deflowering by his raging hard organ) As the big equine chuckled, Carli could easily imagine the wide grin and lewd eyes focused on his plump bubble buns and gawking star of surprised hungry anus. To be blunt, the test he was being given was something the horse did at least once a day to see how recovered he was for the next adventure with flaccid blacksnake. Given that it was one of his master's favorite things to do, he was surprised Joshua had taken so long to take care of it. Then again, being in public was probably the most humiliating tile to have his rosebud inspected under his owner's scrutiny like a prized cow being prepared for a mount from a bull. "Nopes--I guesses not." Carli squeaked out nervously as Joshua sucked at his thumb for a bit; the largest digit on his paw and one he rarely used due to awkward placement. The fennec shivered as it popped wetly from the horse's mouth all coated in grass-flavored saliva. "Now hold still for doctor horsey; this won't hurt a little bit." Which meant the two inch thick thing would hurt a fair bit more going in and would leave his poor hole sore and quivering the whole day--one of his favorite kinds of pains. Aside from a shy twitch of buttocks, he made no conscious effort to resist despite a building nervousness like having seen a long needle intended for them. His panties were unceremoniously yanked slowly down as in front of everyone, a horse finger the size of a meaty small cock casually sunk into a cavernous sucking hole like quicksand. He whimpered as the first joint wiggled forcefully down into the sphincter followed by another knuckle. Once firmly seated all the way in his bum, the four other fingers wrap around his cock and balls like a warm blanket of flesh, managing to massage him to orgasm through the silky fabric of his undies while the thumb rides his prostate hard as if it were a squirming aneros toy. He moans and gasps, the splitting torture up his butt now milking rivers of pre out to stain the whole front of the pink panties like he'd pissed himself with overwhelming musk. Suddenly as though a hesitant afterthought, the thick cocklike digit is yanked out with a rough rip right out of his sticky sweaty unlubed sweet iron-smelling hole. He let out a surprised yip and blush with a submissive lowering of his ears. "Don't act so surprised, bitch. If you want more than a customary sample of daddy's love, you must learn to beg for it--my services aren't free, they're paid for in your sissy degrading humiliation as my toy whore and fennec sex doll." He giggles, plainly enjoying the level of power he had over the fox as some true sadist of a feminization fantasy.
Even as some strange fox was busy having his ass filled by curious hooved horse fingers while pleading for more like a true embodiment of a whore, Auroras was last on the boat now being escorted by a bunch of those overyiffified fox midgets and their lecherous grins like orange furred trickster leprechaunas with, as the wolf knew firsthand, erections that could get hard in only a seconds' notice! He was strapped and restrained in some kind of frame bent over, and just as he was getting used to it, a light weight was tied to the end of his tail to make it fall against his back just as the device was flipped to leave him hanging upside-down with his own knotted cum-stained panty-covered cock poking at his face. His master looked on curiously with peculiar blue eyes and licked his lips as a tent came to the males' pants. As boring lecturing words came out of Wanker's mouth that the pup chose to ignore, the canid stared intently on a piece of angry reddish foxmeat that looked somewhat like a bulbously obscene gigantic turkey leg with a slant on the end sharpened into a lopsided point somewhat like the tip of a quill pen. It wasn't approproate to say that these creatures had a knot so much as half the entire organ WAS a knot. His master's grin grew wider as they both heard the word "drum" even as Auroras felt a pair of fuzzy paws slam onto each of his buttocks and knew without question that his own ass was the drum! Wiggling and protests didn't seem to do any good, as the naked pygmy's waited for some kind of signal from Mr. Wanker. He blushes as his soggy soaked panties are moved away from his hard dogbone so that if he wasn't careful, he'd end up feeding himself and getting a facial of his own essence. "Now then. Does the little thief have anything to say before we begin?" To which Auroras had nothing to say as a small steady flow of foxcum bubbled out of his slutty filled buns like a milk jacuzzi. "Goodness! It seems we've sprung a leak! See to damage control, won't you, my dears?" Wanker remarked thoughtfully with a stroke of his fuzzy chin as his employees opened up the ferry's emergency provisions box and took out amongst the flares, first aid, water, and canned food, a big floppy velvet-silicone horse penis all colored pink and a gallon jug worth of that special seminal lubricant that Auroras had gotten into trouble for gobbling up in the first place. "Very good. We'll plug that leaky hole, yet!" Wanker snickers as they pour the lube all over it until the length is all gooey and shiny with coagulated slime and the floor had turned into a terrible mess. While the cock is put against the wolf cumslut's hole, something else is taken out of the emergency trunk: a pair of large wooden mallets. He let out a shy squeak as two foxes set to ehtier side to pound on him like a railway spike as two others did their best to hold the wiggly thing in place for each strike. "As you can see, I prefer it if some of my lessons get 'hammered in'." The yiff proprieter giggles as Auroras holds his breath for the first slam into his already sore and abused little hole. At first his anus can easily refuse entry to such a flat and clearly blunt organ, but his tightest clenching resistance doesn't seem capable of keeping it back for long, as he still felt it slowly start to sink in and spread the puckered lips of his boicunny until they ached and itched with sharp protest as his snug region quickly swallowed the mushroom head of the toy and muscular sphincter quickly surged around the shaft as though the cock had simply displaced water. He gasped, all full of annoyed and humiliated shock as each inch was fiercely pounded into his butt like a giant wobbly nail. Resigned and pitiful little squeaks and the steady draining of hot pre splattering all over his fuzzy blushing face like a light summer rain. When he felt the medial ring: the middle of the horse's cock, the unlawful intrusion up his bum set him to struggling anew as he was now well aware how deeply he'd been filled by such a terrible equine monster. His ears listened intently to the forceful taps that banged the marefiller home. By the time the act was done, it was too deep so as to be irremovable and it had accomplished two goals that demented fox likely had in mind: keeping the cum in, and spreading Auroras' buttocks wider to make them more helpless to the coming abuse upon them. The wide flat base now smothered itself against his ass while one of the foxes cast him an uncertain mercy by continuously tickling his cock with a poofy tail. And while upside-down with his knot and shaft getting stroked, perhaps dozens other of these fox creatures began to row--by using their erections as oars while idly masturbating to the repeated command "stroke" and the resounding hard claps alternating on either of his helpless rump cheeks like a sort of melancholy music. When the ride had ended, his ass was red with harsh painful aches and mild bruising while his face was drenched by countless loads of his own pre juice, as it proved entirely too easy to make him drizzle with frequency as a response to all that had been going on around him. "If you weren't a complete whore, I doubt you'd be so conveniently amused." Wanker teased him thoughtfully, finishing a hasty pawing session to spray several steamy spurts all over Auroras' face like a white slimy mask. "Now onward tou our next exhibit!" And thus led the way to a locked vault door with a sign above: kinklab. The foxes gave him a couple more playful swats on his red upended bum, rubbed in a salve of their own cum to make him feel better, and slipped pink locking rubber panties down his legs and secured them around his waist before letting him up to walk. There was a hole in the front for his hard cock to come out, but he wouldn't be allowed to remove the large horsecock from his unseen wuffy depths until later.
Carly licked several mixed loads of his and Joshua's bland clammy cum off equine hooved fingertips with a coy smirk of delignted satisfaction as he was patted between his comically large ears like a good doggie as the coal-colored horse looked forward at the opening vault door with interest. "What do you think is back there?" Carli asked with a nervous squeak muck like a mouse. He received a sharp slap to the behind and impatient whinney for his trouble. "Quiet bitch. The adults are talking." He snorts, resting his large hand on the fennec's smarting bum as a future warning against disobedience. The cheerslut blushed and managed to hush several mischievous giggles while watching the poor wolf waddle along like a duck with his butt and legs obscenely pushed outward. Sometimes though, if he didn't have the reminder of hot hay breath on his neck and exposed spaghetti strap on his shoulderblades, it became far too easy to give his master a new reason for disciplinary measures. Another spank? A repeated show of gay equine domination? If he weren't so damnably curious in his nature, Carli would be absolutely elated to provoke even more sadism from the horsey, and rough riding on the glorious cocksaddle at home! Somehow that latter filled him with the most bounty of joy -- amongst other things. Rather than going away at such thoughts, his coy smile and reddish cheeks intensified. That kinky fox in his thick purplish ringmaster coat and revealing tight panties made a rather nifty tour of the depraved laboratory, even while Carli felt a smoldering jealousy while Josh stared at Wanker's nearly thonged red-furred ass, but he wasn't the only one mesmerized by the squishy fuzz-covered ass or provoctively raised orange rainbow of swaggering tail. "Do keep up, won't you? There are new toys of mine that can't test themselves." That got a rise out of everyone to deliver them out of their stupor. They first arrived at an enourmous machine with a candycane striped plastic tarp thrown over it. The tarp was thrown aside to show off a heating pan with a block of random rainbow rubber, and below it, a stained funnel with a rotating cylinder of molds. "My crowning glory, my competitors will never have a market for cheap anal lube once these lovely things hit the shelves." He snickers and flips a switch even as they watch the rubber melt into a kaleidoscope puddle and drain down the funnel into five and a half of the revolving spade-like molds before they cool and drop several color-bespeckled buttplugs three inches thick at the widest point like a dog's knot. Wanker thoughtfully grabs the unfinished toy, looking somewhat like a fat blunt carrot tip. His clever foxy eyes were narrowed in focused speculation as he examined the rubbery chunk and squeezed it in his paw as if it were a stress ball. "Whats that?" The husky asks, chewing on a freshly-made condom that his master had just filled with seed, munching on the squeaky latex while trying to suckle the cum out of infinite holes punctured with grinding pointed teeth. The husky then gets a spank on his tail-lifted upskirted butt for his rudeness and gives a suprised squeak. "Wait what?" The blue furred creature demands in confusion. "Now be silent! Entirely too many questions, and not enough time. I love curious pets, but a question phrased in impatience loses its point when I'm already about to explain myself." He declares with a tired sigh while favoring his guests with a wary crow-like eye. "I introduce my esteemed companions to none other than my glorious latest achievement of fuckery: The everlusting buttstuffer!" The sluts gasped in wonder at the presentation of suck a title. Carli wasn't so nearly impressed by a bespeckled buttplug, untill the presentation had wound itself up. "Imagine: a sex toy that never needs lubrication, that slips in like a dream without falling back out." Indeed, such was an obvious problem many a whore shared only remedied by a tight thong. Granted quite sexy, but even the narrow base didn't help if one wanted to be naked. "How is that even possible?" Vernice yawned out as Mr. Wanker was once again taken by one of his demons of depravity. he picked up one such toy in question, a deceptively polite line of smile. His puffy tail wagged with spurts of fired ticks of activity like an offended whip. "How my dear? Well, if you bent over, i'll be glad to show you!" Of course, the felines hole still smarted somewhat from the previous suprise rape in the hallway of dicks. After that, Vernice's tail tended to act a bit funny and he walked a bit wider as a result. It didnt take him long to reject his offer with a profuse shake of his head. "No? All right then. We'll need anoher volunteer, as there are still three fine obedient pets to choose from!" Of course with the wolf's ass plugged, and no masters having an interest in being fucked by a toy, Wanker's math was correct. But as the purple cat turned towards his obsidian lion, Carli watched in awe as the sneaky fox easily slid the toy into the felines' helpless hole and acted like nothing had happened afterwards. "Thanks for the demonstration." He giggles, confusing the kitty and causing him to look around and see who had put the toy in. The demonstration was well made, Vernice had no clue he would be walking out the door with factory property up his ass. Then he gasps as muscles in his butt clutched and gripped this new intruder with curious joy. "Oh -- Oh my!" He blushes with a lingering bubbly purr to the inconceivably strange way it squished about up there without dropping out. "How did he get it in--" But he was interrupted by the fox with a convincing all-knowing smile. "Isn't that a popular word around here? When you're a demented whore like me, there is no 'how'. There is only 'let's do it'". Carli was beginning to understand what he meant. Just as the other four toys were given out, the husky noticed an odd machine nearby with many trays of unwrapped condoms and unseen machinery with tubes of unknown colored fluids. Naturally a condom-chewing bitch WOULD notice such a queer contraption. "Ah, we still have to get that thing to work properly. a condom-making machine for any flavour. The idea came to us when we realised that regular condoms tasted nothing like a dick. None of that salt or sour smegma or stale underwear sweat a pet might associate with the natural flavour of their master. And then, we wondered why not make them taste like other things. I dont mean fruit or chocolate, but things like cum, armpits, or a used jockstrap from a sweaty horse or bull. You know, all those deliciously gay flavours of a true man!" He giggled and clapped his paws together with an exhorbitant sillyness only seen in a lovestruck teenage girl , that strange overshadowing energetic passion. When no one was looking, the husky grabbed one of the rubbers from the collection tray marked 'cum' and unwrapped it to stare at it briefly. "Listen you tarty blue bimbo, I wouldn't if I were you." To which the husky ignored him and tossed it in his mouth, to chew on it with a proud pleased giggle. "Daddy Joshy, Why didn't he listen to Mr. Wanker?" Carli asks, looking on curiously as he snuggles himself closer to the horse crotch to get a hint of stallion odor while squeaking softly to complacing pats on his purplish-haired head. For a while, Joshua's eyes are stuck, enraptured foreward, so he had nothing to say. Finally after the pause, he looked down casually at the cuddly crotch-bandit fennec and sighs. "Because, Carli. He's a stupid bitch." He declared just as funny things were going on with Veronica. The ominous changes began with the once-skinny canine now bloating bigger and bigger untill it was apparent that such newfound chubbyness wouldn't end with a larger butt and belly. "Whats happening?!" The husky yipped in suprise even as as his skirt, shirt and panties popped off in a startling succession of odd noise like muted firecrackers, even as his now tiny tail wagged pathetically behind him like a blue puff of lint. This inexplicable event was such a shock to everyone as the husky turned into a giant blob of a fuzzy ball with frantically wagging toothpick arms and legs while a pimple with terrified eyes and nose poked out the top. Understandibly, the German Sheppard was more than willing to turn Wanker into a chew toy post. The fox was seized about his throat by two clawed paws as the large dog set to ferociously growling in his face with a fury unmatched. "What have you done to my bitchpup? He's getting big like a bubble!" His teeth bared with near-rabies spittle draining off from his lips. Mr. Wanker easily managed to wiggle out from the green paws of predatory death thanks to what must certainly have been years of experience dealing with rough larger males. "Like a testicle" Wanker giggled out, correcting the astonished master, with a light effeminate tap on one green paw. "Its not as bad as you think it is. I mean, what else do you do with blue balls?" The fox snickerd as more of his infamous little henchmen popped out, dragging some kind of milking machine along behind like a towed carriage. "You'd be surprised how often this happens." The proprieter of kink declared as he gave a spirited clap of his paws, and a provocative hoot like some gay owl. Carli watched, mystified as they attached the teat-suckling end in the only logical place and began to sing about their incomprehensible debauchery. "Luvta humpya doo ba dee do. We've got another fine lesson for you." The husky let out a garbled squeak as his tiny mosquito bite of a cock was put in the receiver and his tiny berries firmly squeezed in a demented fox paw. "Luvta Humpya do ba dee dee. If you're a bitch, youll listen to me." By now, the light sapphire canid had stabilised into one round globe the rough approximation of one small room. Silly little bitch was right: It was entirely his own fault that such ridiculousness had transpired. "Condom chewing is fine when done with some class." In which they could see that treatment wasn't remotely focused to his cawkie, but one such fox certainly happened to sneak behind the sluthusky with a glowing metal dick-like probe, that hummed with a faint static charge. "Tastes even better fresh out of the ass!" They giggled, toggling between the dials on either machine: treating the husky like a cow or bull, as both methods of milking being used were hypothetically contradictory. "But it's suggestive, slutty and vile." Everyone waited, preoccupied and curious as the husky trembled to the force of cummulative jolts applied to the rather large 'livestock' electrogasm probe built for animals much larger than himself, even as the hungry suckling through the aggressive cow-nipple cup intensified to unbearable levels of blowjob pressure. "Chewing and chewing on latex for a while -- the way a crude whore does!" Given his determined monolithic size, it was indeed a good thing the collection container was nearly as big as he was. Of course, by the way Wanker talked about it, this was not the first incident with these nefarious evil little condoms! "Luvta humpya doopity da. Given good dentures, you will go far." The stimulation increased at a monstrous level as they heard obscene sloppy noise from the machine as though a professional prostitute was giving head with a mouthfull of cum. In concert with the cow milker was the anal zaps that made the husky seem to bounce around in promiscuous annoyance while rolling untill he was up on his back to display the two connections to his hidden parts, as well as two cranberry-like testes. He looked every part like a party balloon being filled with helium. "You will live in stuttiness too. Like us, luvta humpya doo ba dee do!" Although this was always such a concurrent delight to see a sissified whore getting humiliated for doing something stupid, in this case, such feelings fed into a pity for the sheer amount of overkill brought forth in this tortured puppy bitch. At least initially -- that changed later on as the groups baser instincts were inspired by what must have been the most energetic orgasm anyone had seen. All joking aside of big horses that managed to plaster their pets to the ceiling with a viscous geyser of spooge rivalling Old Faithful, this display was quite awing. From this comparatively tiny finger one might call a cock, the pigmy creatures skillfully took him for all he was worth in the very first try; Seeming to denote great skill at their effort and craft. And that was fairly obvious when one considered the kinky vulpine overall role provided for a factory of sexual instruments. Lost in another initiative of wild passionate activity, it was onward to the next location deeper into the factory of kink. Through a narrow hallway on hands and knees, crawling on a floor made up of a rainbow of confetti sparkles. "You must forgive my tight spaces; sometimes sexual creativity is helped by physical example." Wanker explains, his juicy round butt doing a fine job of teasing a donkey as the lust-stricken equine blinks each time his face is struck by that teasing slinking tail. "Ah, here's my other experimantal facilities, right where I left them." Which was a good thing for them to see light approaching, as dozens of low glimmers splashing on the confetti made for a dazzling show. The new region was decorated with a large tower off to the right, sterilised walls of a lengthening hallway leading to double glass pane doors on the left farther down, and before them lining both walls were black marble polished shelves waist high with thousands of tiny glass bottles like some sort of pharmacy. As each guest arrived from the dreamy tunnel of Mr. Wanker's metaphorical ass, a curiosity took over them for the possible use for all of those tiny vials of clear liquid. "Air lube." The fox remarked simply. "So light, you could fly! -- Haven't worked out the formula quite right, so I can't suggest messing around with it. You know, public safety and all." Considering this odd moment over, it was time for the next stop on the tour: Sleeve-testing room. Still the fox was in such a hurry that one or two stranded guests wouldn't be unheard of, plus Auroras waddling along with a big wide butt like a duck and a blue husky all soaked in his own cum from a naughty 'flea dip' in the tank now all sticky and covered in sequines would easilly distract the overall group from one or two of its members hanging back to take advantage of the current situation. As the slutty creature motioned everyone hurriedly into the entrance, Joshua and Carli hid in the first floor of the open tower with conspiring giggles of mischief as the horse unfurled one large hoofed hand to display this odd treasure taken hastily from its mates. "Are you sure we should play with that? What if something goes wrong like what happened to the others?" Carli offered, his shy innocent eyes focussed on the shiny glass as though it was a diamond wedding ring. Taking what they had witnessed, it wasn't an unreasonable fear. Joshua stroked his lightly-shaven whiskery chin and flickered his ears about. "And suppose that demented little bastard never fixes the formula so that we never get a chance at buying some at the store?" That was indeed a good point, and Carli hardly thought they could leave at the end of the tower without a friendly cavity search. Whatever Carli would win at the end, there wouldn't be any doubt he couldn't take a potentially dangerous substance home without the fairly obvious concerns of liability. That decided him, then. If nothing else, if he had a difficult question to consider, he would fall back on his copious copulative experience being a total whore fulfilling the crossdressing fantasies of others. "Lets get to it then." He agrees with a fond affectionate giggle towards his loving master horse with a blush and coy dollish eyes of a geisha ladyboy: Stubborn defiance mingled with effeminate surrender. And because of his overall sweet attitude, he got a pat on his head along with a sly domineering grin of male sadism. "There's a good bitch. Always willing to see her daddy's logic." The horse remarks while wiggling wide muscular hips out of jeans and exposing the lower half of well-made abdominal muscles of a perfect athlete. A show of the equine's midriff and navel no doubt presenting the true treat: Carli slobbered like the encouragable slut he was as a wall of male horse musk slapped him in the face as he was presented with the juicy not-so-subtle outline of cockness under a pair of smooth grey briefs. Especially prominent of a stallions' noble equipage was not the sheathe, but two bouncing eggs and a meaty flaccid horse sausage bent around like half of a paperclip or bobby pin. The size and girth of such an organ was as much a mystery as to however it was possible that the undies could hold back this obsidian python of heavy excited flesh at all. "Just beg for it and I'll get you filled sooner than you know." The horse chuckles, popping a strange blue cork off the end of this strange tiny container and using care to get most of its precious contents properly drizzled on his tip like a glaze or icing on a long chocolate doughnut bar. "hmm. It feels verry weird, like it's ice, but it isn't." The oddest thing to follow was that wherever the horse's pre touched this wonder substance, it caused tiny bubles to rise into the air. Yes quite odd, and maybe it would have been best if he'd heeded his own advice, but the fennec was too horny for his own good and couldn't control the myriad of strange passions that threatened to overcome him. So if he was endowed with reason at that moment, Carli would realise how it was such an awful idea. Because he was more or less used to thinking with his ass, however, he found this situation to be a wonderfull idea: It wasn't everyday you could do erotic product testing with a big hardening succulent horsecock poking out of stinky, sweaty underwaer you could play with like a new toy. Carli took a long moment staring at it-- Mystified by the fizzling tingling of bubbles all across every shiny veined-inch with the crackle of popping candy. Indeed a cock as candy for a butt was a very peculiar idea, but made sense in the right context. "Butt candy." The fennec purred, submissive and enthralled by the very idea. No doubt the horse had a very sweet and floppy treat to offer his pet, and it would prove much more satisfying for his dry hungry rump than anywhere else. Even as Carli let loose with a muffled slutty giggle and a raise of his tail, the chill of exposed sensitive anal skin was replaced by the squishy lava heat of molten cock covered in sparkling fizzing of a tickling energy. "Yuh huh, so you ready to give this new stuff a test ride?" The imposing horse grunted out with an impatient snort to betray his fucktastic mood. To be frank, Carli wondered why he'd even bothered to ask as the stallion's legs trembled with voracious ecstasy ready to pound repeatedly into him like a sexual machine. Perhaps some mocking hint of a gentleman had entered his head and caused the stud to ask for the permission he would receive, anyway. Still, what an incredible kindness to wait for an invitation. The little fennec fox lowered his giant ears and nibbled on a paw nervously. As he felt the wide monstrous glans grinding and twisting hotly under his tail without actual prodding further in, he knew that when he gave the word there wouldn't be any mercy. But... he looked back shyly into those eyes fiery with fierce desire and a meaty horse shaft as well as balls now provoked into a severe state of erotic stimulation needing much relief. It was his job as a pet to quell such a savage two-foot beast of phallus. The boon was given as a shy whisper, but his master heard it well enough: With a victorious whinnying cry and two muscular hands on Carli's hips that could break bone, the little fox forgot how to breathe as the deviant tool filled his hole with one violent stroke of horsemeat. Though he gasped with tears filling his eyes, no other sound came out. It was then, as a telephone girthed thing worked its way ever persistently up his bum as a sloppy hot drill that Carli came into the odd notion that such pursuit deserved to be an olympic sport! Thankfully the natural shrimp-smelling male fluids from Joshua's cock greased him in all the right ways so that all the bloated details weren't quite so abrasive. Then he slowly started to feel the intensity of millions of tiny fizzing bubbles crackling excitedly in his bum like toasty carbonated soda, what might prove refreshing in one end was actually intense and chaotic when thrist diligently in the other. For such a thing so fun and bubbly, the fennec had no idea why Wanker considered such a formula still dangerous and in need of tweaking. Another timeless moment of rabid pounding and muted yelps of shy slutty enjoyment like that of a coy girl, and they both experienced the stirrings of an answer. The mysterious ordeal began innocently enough as the two found themselves beginning to float: first Carli, his ass stuck to the horse's inflated mushroom glans and making himself look like a funny bobbing balloon casually bouncing in the air to each of the equine's throbs resounding through his cock. For the first time in his life, he knew what it was like to be a party favor. He grunts a bit as the sharp pain of the thick cockplug tries to keep the fennec rooted to the ground. Carli shyly closes his eyes from the sudden pain, large floppy ears wrapped around his face like a mask until the ass-shattering agony ends. At first, he assumes that he was going back down, when he looks back, there is a scared realization that something else has happened and revealed the lubricant for its true sinister defect! Thus given another show: a horse that flew. Initially surprised, his master knew how to 'rise' to the occassion and crudely fill him with proud horsemeat in one movement like a black nightly comet of speeding sex; strong arms now ensnared over Carli's to ensure the femboi bitch couldn't outpace his owner again. "We'll reach the top together, sissy." Josh sneered into his pets' more than capably observant large ears. Filled by an ecstasy-inducing orgasmic sensation of homosexual heat with the pulse of horse rod, such conniving wit eluded the fox's overstimulated mind like a beehive on the attack. "Yes daddy." He whimpers, desperate to say anything that might please the horse to give him his present of rapid meat and equine yogurt in his hungry lower maw. The element of his master's words he should have been more concerned about was 'reach the top'. Indeed, reach the top of what? In the countless expanse of their erotic grinding of fevered flesh, they had yet to reach any sort of ceiling within the course of this weightless tryst. Yet inexhorably, both alike drifted upwards into a very nasty fate, for up above as they set eyes to the wonder, a horror was drawn on both their faces. In truth, nothing divested of such dimensions should have existed, but aside from macrofurs, the nether gateway just didn't have the right smell of sourness or wet pennies to it. So perhaps it was artificially created, but that didn't ease either's worry about accidentally paying a visit inside. "Is that--." Joshua began, starteld by a once-lustful worship now turned into a lewd and ever carnal nightmare. "Yes daddy! We have to get down." The fennec screeched out in fear. Any other circumstances, cutting off his owner's words was punishable by a rough spanking and forceful sex, but not so today at this inconvenient moment. Carli supposed that in the demented mind of Mr. Wanker, he would require a way to test much larger sex toys, and the floating bubbles of the air lubricant managed to reach and slip inside quite easily for the purpose of readiness, but even the slutty vulpine and notoriously horny stallion found such a thing an abomination of sexual excess! For above their very heads pulsed and quivered the largest tailhole that they had ever seen in their lives. Finding it absolutely repugnant to slip into the tight winking pink opening like living dildoes, they did their best to flap arms and legs downward to reach the ground, but the effort was unsuccessful. Inexplicably, it was Carli's own painfully tight squishy ass that offered the solution to their current crisis. In his fearful tense state, Carli's muscles strained in panic ready for some traumatic impact. The horse grunts as he feels his entire length crushed in an iron tunnel of squeezing nervous flesh like an anal Chinese finger trap; the more he struggled to get his malehood free of the boi, the harsher the once-loving orifice gripped onto it and not even the buckets' worth of Joshua's pre or the sinisterly slick lube could free him of the slutty cock lock. With frothing sweat sticking up his mane and a wild terrorized look in now spooked eyes, the horse used all of his strength to escape the cruel embrace of fennec ass; the strain tugging on the tendons that attached his penis to his body and making them pop a little like muted bubble wrap from the strain. Finally by some miracle he pulled free of the stubborn little kit anus--and managed to climax at the same time. The horse found himself slowly sinking as his aching crushed cock delivered a hot geyser of stallion jelly all over Carli's back and butt like thick sun tan lotion. "Cum, slut, cum! You have to if you want to get down." His master pleaded with urgency, nursing his slightly bruised orgain as it drizzled mare sealant down the underside of the shaft like gravy. Such a concept sounded easy in mere words, but Carli was a total subby buttslut not used to handling his own member unless taking an equine conquest up his snug bum. "I can't! My cock doesn't work that way!" He whines, furiously pawing at his own knotted tool without success or any genuine pleasure. Like a looming menace, the anus in the sky with all of its constricting wrinkles was only a few feet above his tall ears and the distance ever slowly decreased by the frantic passing of time. His master snorts impatiently, crossing his arms with stubborn disbelief as he continues a gentle fall. "If you don't wan a firsthand experience of what it's like to be my cock used on your tailhole, I suggest you sincerely try!" Spoken in that normal serious accent that the fox knew better than to argue with. To his frustration, only little trickles of pre came out the end until he remembered something, a hot cherry blush flashing across his cute fuzzy face like an angry sunburn. He remembered that the fox who had doomed him to such a unique segment of hell had also provided the tool of salvation. "Buttstuffer." The sissy squeaked out excitedly like a chirpy gay mouse or finch while pulling the spaded lump from the front of his undies like a color-speckled ball of greasy rainbow butter in its distinctive plugging shape. At two-thirds of the size of a curled paw, the medium toy was enough to keep most any slut happy--at least as a substitute. A silly grin broke across the obsidian horse's lips as Carli popped the slippery thing right in. Once in place, it stretched him out and pressed his prostate the right way to fool even his own slutty brain that he was being fucked. In no time, the quivering, mewling excitably nervous and twitching fennec had loosed his load like many silver arrows and was now coming down like his owner before him. He bathed in the residual pleasure of orgasm until landing right into his master's awaiting arms. "Let's get back to the tour, slut. You have a contest and toys to win." The equine declared while giving Carli's purple hair an affectionate rub once on the ground.
Auroras couldn't help but feel like a waddling goose about to lay an egg as the depraved half-naked foxy host demonstrated the purpose of this strange room. "A recent innovation of my factory has been to take the needs of a master into account as well. I admit wea are a fair bit new and inexperienced towards the production of masturbation sleeves, but progress and success are upon us. Soon I'll sell the things alongside my successful line of textured dongs." Mr. Wanker declared as the Luvta Humpya's put enormous squishy silicone orifices into snug testing cradles for grading. After fifty or so rough slow thrusts by a big steel horsecock at each of ten different stations, most passed and were good to sell. A few, though, did fail and were thus rejected into a dark pit for melting and remolding or whatever the reason. The spoiled bratty purple cat in his panties and faux mink coat did not much like such a notion. "My owner's needs should only be filled by my ass and not some shitty toy." He hissed with lowered ears and suspicious eyes. Auroras couldn't help but notice the fennec and pony coming into the room strongly smelling of male seed. Mr. Wanker growled, giving himself a facepalm. "Didn't your lion daddy teach you any respect?" He remarked, apparently having a difficult time remaining cordial. Auroras knew his own master wouldn't let him get away with even half of such insolence, but it seemed not only was the feline a spoiled power bottom over his owner, but the only thing 'nice' about him was his name; Vernice. Although the autonomous processes in this room of the factory were staggeringly loud, even they failed to drown out the full scope of the buttkitten's shameless tirade. Vernice slipped his coat off and pointed at his master's crotch with purple tail raised up against his own back, beginning of all things, to sing. "I want your balls. Fully or partly. Pink lingerie to be truly gay--and do what i say--give it to me--" And then he took on a cute stance with innocent eyes on his knees with a flick of long whiskers. "Meow." While buzzing dildoes pounded mercilessly into bondage-held tubes of lubed silicone openings of mares, dragons, bitches, felines, and other female species. Once done, it would be pitched out, replaced by a diligent Luvta Humpya, be given a high pressure spray of lubricant from a small probing dildo nozzle, and the merciless savage horse-like reaming would commence again on the next newly greased toy in the restraint cradle. Ingenious system that made the funny little pup jealous for the place of those sleeves. Vernice was then crawling on his knees like an animal with tail raised and panties pinched in tight plush purple buns like a bridge dangling at a gap. "I want a cock. I want the whole cock." Hoarding sex toys all up in my closet. It's my bunch of cock bits! Give me it--meow." Then he licked his whiskers and spun about teasingly like a cat in heat and made several watching suddenly quite hard. Then he got himself up and wrapped skinny arms around a pebbled white concrete support while wagging a bent over butt widely side to side. "Want it today. And all of tomorrow. Wanna stuff 'em up like all other boi's do--and wanna keep all my own toys too!" Snapping his slutty tail down over a peeking anus hiding between the pantiesto ruin the free show. After the free peep, Vernice sauntered saucily with his butt bouncing like he were wearing high heels with a promiscuous telling bounce to bubbly fat fembuns, his mischievous tail used to stroke many a giant fox cock as he made himself comfortable sitting on a work bench with legs crossed in a most feminine way, kicking them out on occassion to show pantied pouncind testes. "I want an orgy with a mansion of rapists, A bath in gallons of hot seed. And if I don't get some attention--I'll be the next meme!" He snarls, kicking a fair few of these hung foxes ferociously in their giant orbs like soccer balls. Such violence made most of the onlookers wince as Vernice went towards the nearest machine with a satisfied little grin. "I want male's works. I want their whole works. Phallical prozes and butt sex surprizes--of all thickness and sizes!Oh, meow!" The last was a declaration of blind lust that distracted the sex kitten with dirty thoughts, Now he stood on the top step of the operator's position for loading the cradle; the one behind now conveniently empty and ready to receive its sleeve. "Give me it now--anal for meow!" And as such, too busy singing to notice the large creeping cock behind. "Give me it now--anal for meee--" When it finally hit him in the back and knocked the femboi feline right into the trap and his hands were locked at his sides just as the metal frame slid him into position just as another tiny fox pushed a button on the side marked 'rigorous testing'. Vernice tried to squirm his way free, but it was a useless effort as a harsh squirt of cold lube (why would toys need it warmed?) shot up his butt and filled all of his bowels like a slick, slimy snake. Just as some of it started to trickle out, the procedure began. Within the brief molesting stab of the wasp-like anal stabbing tendril and complete look of shocked horror on the feline's bashful face, Auroras now regretted his previous envy for the ruthless rape of the machine. Mr. Wanker casually tapped his cane on the dark blue tiled floor which was the color of a deep ocean, a casual arrogant smirk on his black-lipped muzzle. "Silly little bitch. Your daddy should've taught that slutty ass better. Now your hungry hole will be tested with far more stress than you can imagine." Everyone was then given the last unspoiled image of the fine feminine ass in all its glory. The tail was held painfully bent out of the way by the holding brace as two plump slightly glossed purple cheeks wiggled like ripples on a purple lake. Even with nicely shaven boyish bits, the anus itself was very difficult to find and only noticeable as a slightly sunken pit more miniscule than one's navel. Below that, all nestled protectively between fat fuzzy timbers of thighs were his balls; very much appearing like the knot of a dog cock with the hard base of the penis like a blunt arrow that pointed provocatively at the asshole. "The more prolonged test is very straightforward, but I imagine quite painful. After all, since when do sex toys need gentle handling or mercy?" And that was all the warning the cat got as he screeched loudly with an agony-filled cry when the dust-speckled horsedick of steel on its chrome piston surged forward slowly but with resoluteness to push the blunt bald glans into the resisting passage ahead. His master became increasingly worried and went toward his pet for a rescue, but some fox sneakily cut his belt and caused the concerned obsidian powerhouse to stumble on his own pants until his lionhood was crudely and accidentally gagged into his pet's maw like a pacifier to muffle the slut's pathetic whining. "Good show, sir! Really show that whore who's the boss!" Wanker applauded, even as a muted pop could be heard when the stubborn purple dimple stretched wide to take the flared crown of noble horsehead on unyielding metal meat. Vernice was crying and made muffled sounds into his daddy's crotch, but there wasn't anything he could do, and the lion enjoyed the forced fellatio as well as the act of filling his kitten's throat to even bother to care anymore about his spoiled slave's predicament. "He should be glad, you know. Now he has a partner that can satisfy his overabundant anal appetite." The fox observed as the machine popped the medial ring in between the spread perky male globes all pretty and shaped like the crest of a violet heart. Pretty sooh it was hilted in him with giant bouncing metal testes pressed firmly on his upper thighs like a strange fake replacement for a stallions' eggs. Auroras was fairly surprised that two feet of horse fed in at such a rate hadn't broken the kitty, but active bottoming sissies were surprisingly stretchy creatures if they had plenty of practice. Without warning, the whole assembly flew out of his ass like the recoil of a breech-fed cannon only to return back into the wet butt with immediate thoughtless invasion. A sexual tug-o-war ensued, repeatedly shaking the feline's body with voracious thrusts into his defiant tush at the odd casual pace of a relaxed heartbeat. Vernice closed his very girly long-lashed eyes, perhaps trying to distract himself with the barbed texture of lion meat and his master's overall salty taste. By the look of it, in fact, it seemed the duty of oral service to his dom had been wholly neglected, as evidenced by the merry carefree expression of satisfaction on the big pred's face. Not that Auroras could much blame the cat's sentiments for such an act if he were entirely a bend over whore to be used any second. In this, maybe Vernice's bum proved most spoiled indeed. Random little muscle twitches from an assault on both ends pecked the feline's fur like the pinching of invisible fingers. Also apparent was the sloppy squsihing noises of that cum-flavored lube squirting out between his crack in spraying fissures about to burst like a dam under pressure. Vernice whimpered in shame as viscous fluids flew out of his hole at high velocity to splatter the walls, floor, and humping machine in runny yogurt-like gunk. Basically, the whole spectacle was like playing paintball with the ass. Then this immodest sexercise routine changed gears--literally. The cat had already lost control of himself by then, filling his panties with a pathetic series of loads of kitten milk as the obscenely large dong now spun with insane vigor like a drilldo and now thrust into the plush kittyass at various sharp angles. It was when his own master shot his load that this ride came to a sudden end. With a mouthful of lion cum, the machine announced his rejection as a suitable cock sleeve and promptly dismissed him down the defective toy hatch like a miserable cock-gulping hairball. "Meooooooow." Then the lion dove into the pit to save his petboi from the dark unknown. Another one of those strange prideful smiles graced the mysterious factory owner's lips. "I guess he really WAS a bad ass!" He remarked, trying to hid a silly goggle with a black paw. Faintly, Auroras wondered what the verdict would be if his own ass were tested in that machine, but accepted that it would be too much torture to dwell on. Thankfully, there was a handy distraction to Auroras' distrurbed thoughts as those crazy foxes went into another of those silly performances. "Luvta humpya do ba dee do. I've got such an amusement for you. Luvta humpya do ba dee dee. If you're a bitch, you'll also agree." Sensing the perversion about to occur, everyone backed themselves away even as six of the foxes hovered around the reject pit that Vernice had been dumped down and proceeded to fap at their monster members. "What happens when your pet's a spoiled whore? Growing needs multiplyind daily by four. Blaming that bitch is a sorry game. You know who should bear that shame--the master or the mistress." And then one after another in succession like a six gun salute had blasted their loads down into the deepening hole like jets of fox foam. "Luvta humpya doo ba dee dah. If you're well punished, you will go far. You will live to enjoy it, too. Like the--luvta--humpya--do ba dee do!" It was a huge surprise to see that the amount of cum launched in was of such volume that it now overflowed from the rim like a clogged toilet. It was then that Auroras decided he'd enjoy such a punishment, even getting on his hands and knees to slurp the fox milk off the dirty floor like the hungry slut he was. With luck, the lion and cat would use this 'blessing' to swim their way out of that mess soon, but the tour had to commence without them. Satisfied with the demonstration, the fox curator led the much thinned gathering to a door, and on the other side was some kind of vehivle like a giant turn of the century car with a boiler in the belly and several seats arrayed all about it. "Now this next part of the tour, we shall be riding in style." He giggles, even as he flipped open a black rubber gas cap on a funnel for where one might expect the gas tank. "This I introduce you to is the Wankermobile. It is with extensive tests and marketing that we may have one in every house within the next twenty years. Alas, it is such a greedy thing, so only a horse could readily keep it powered. Still, we should be able to get it up to speed for our short trip." As it hadn't been fully explained to them, none of them knew what powered it but Auroras could easily guess. Even as Wanker played with himself and dropped a paltry but rich load into the waiting tank did everyone else realize what was up. "Okay, now everyone find a seat and get in." The demented fox in his wet panties ordered with a casual wave of his paw. Since every seat looked the same, there wasn't any reason to be picky. So it was that each pet sat by their master. The act of sitting was actually mundane for all present but Auroras, as the act pushed the locked horse dildo a bit deeper into his bowels than before. No sooner had everyone gotten seated than a sudden flash of warmth like hot sunlight ran across all their butts and caused pants and panties to split neatly at the rear as though the seams were loose and had broken apart. For many, the sudden revealing cold on buttholes was a shock that caused many a shiver. "Silly me. Did I forget to mention the exposure laser beam? I suppose so. It's a laser that clears an easy entry for the ejaculation probes. Yes, as you will find out, my lowly load of cum is only enough to act as a starter engine to enable the collection process. The true horsepower of my Wankermobile comes from the collective donations of all of its passengers." He candidly explained, as though it were the most normal thing in the world to be masturbated repeatedly by a car!
As restraints popped on every seat to fasten them in place, the donkey was the first to bray loudly in surprised indignation as a thick ribbed steel dildo shot into his tight chocolate donut. "You sir, are seriously depraved!" Declared the equine even as his probe began to hum with a building charge like a defribrillator and a strange suckling clear plastic tube attached itself to the tip of his floppy donkey dick like a condom, perfectly able to stretch to any size.
This initial violation was then succeeded by others. One after another, each male squirmed and tried to jump out of his seat to avoid the firm merciless pressing of two inch thick probes as they entered each butt with little resistance despite clenched holes and lack of lube. "Hmmm. I wonder which of you my lovely car will collect from first." Due to his previous punishment, Auroras was thankfully spared, though the nasty unforgiving rectal horse probe DID push deeper in him as the suction device grabbed onto the entrance of his obsidian sheath to urge his cock and knot from their hiding place.
By the way it tugged ever fervently on his member, the butt pup knew the machine didn't even really need the anal probes to work, except to hasten the process of milking. Having realized that, the first to cum was quite unexpected. Auroras assumed it would be that infernally horny donkey, but instead, it was actually his own master who claimed that honor, seeming to fill the tube with a swimming pool volume worth of his steamy gunk.
Unexpectedly, thanks to the boost such a load offered, the car sped up as did the milking processes of all the equipment. Auroras struggled to resist his own impulses as the nearby fennec shivered from an electric jolt up his bum and let his own seed loose to feed the strange conveyance. Despite his defiance, the blue and black pup was not far behind. He cried out with a sudden sharp howl as the receiver managed to finally work something free of him as if being forcefully wrung dry like a slutty sponge.
Yet, each offering up their sacrifice to the machine did not end the torment within its merciless grasp. Instead, this horror went on for several hours until everyone was helplessly drained and tired with puffy purple glans and tips sucked raw and sensitive. At the end of such a ride, most would call it a day except for a certain fox. There came one last wonder to reveal to gawking eyes; perhaps the best yet to come.
Wanker led the way with saucy wags of his tail and butt once dropping free from the car onto solid ground. Others who rode the strange contraption weren't so sprightly and springy as the red-furred whore, and thus suffered for it with protesting legs, butts, and hanging cocks that refused the newly sandpapery embrace of clothing.
The new room they came to was bright with unmuted white lights like some kind of odd heaven. Nearby against one wall was an enormous flat-screen television with a gay porno with several horses going on. Pointed at the screen was a camera or technical laser of some kind that took up the other half of the room. Even so distracted by his own abused gaping hole, Auroras had been left in awe by such a construct. It must have taken years to build and design by the look of it. "What sort of chaotic gods had a paw in this?" His own master observed. A bit more eloquent than what the pup would say, had he been able to talk up.
The fox spread his arms and bent his back in glory before the screen like some Olympic gymnast at the end of a routine. "To answer the strange lingering question on all your minds, I present Porno Vision! Imagine starting up a favorite yiff DVD and suddenly being a part of the action in the scene! Years of research have culminated in this idea. Firstly, it was developed as a way to let furs try free sample sessions with our most expensive toys without contamination, but as you can see, why stop there? With the capabilities, the integration software is more than up to the task of handling any orgy or hentai scenes as well." Now that indeed was the greatest sexual technological achievement any of them knew.
It was Maven who became the most excited by such a prospect. Mainly because it was completely unlike the kinds of things he could only experience on his computer. "I want to try it,." He declared breathlessly, blowing long Shetland hair from his eyes, correctly assuming that the camera would send him right in if used properly.
Mr. Wanker, not one to deter a slut from a mistake, shrugged and rolled his eyes. "I really wouldn't. Adding new content to these movies can change them in unpredictable ways. We haven't worked out the kinks, so you might end up with more than you can handle - both literally and figuratively." But just as before, perfectly sound advice had been ignored for the sake of some slut's uncontrollable instincts. Just as the black and white paint pony had pressed the button, Wanker sighed and looked away in disgust. "You just see what happens when those friendly large horses notice themselves a new toy to play with. I assume it won't be nice, at all." Just as Maven had mysteriously become pixelated and sent into the television, Wanker's cautious words were initially lost on those present.
Not familiar with the concept that a scene in a film could radically change with the addition of a new character/actor, they, as well as the pony, were in for a surprise as the nude little horse fell into the middle of a Jacuzzi where a massive telephone-sized ring of circle-jerked cocks had commenced. And that, to Maven's surprise, was when one of his favorite gay movies took an odd turn no one had anticipated.
Firstly, things seemed fine as the unruly muscular creatures shook the water from their manes because of the pony's surprising splash in the steamy bath, but that quickly changed as grins broke across six muzzles to display flat white angled sets of blocky teeth. "Well, seems things have gotten interesting around here!" A palomino with a charcoal mane pole observed, his swatting tail spreading the trail of bubbles like a carbonated drink just as Maven flipped his wet mane back across his shoulders and spine, looking very feminine as he briefly glanced at all those horny beasts present--and their endowments.
That was where things took a radical change from what had originally been put down in the script. Even Auroras could see the growing lust for what surprise was in store for Maven! A much larger black draft creature nodded vigorously, flinging his mane like the bangs of a classic rock star. "Why, yes, but what to do with this new catch?" He boomed loudly, stroking a shadowy whiskered chin.
A bay, perhaps the most charismatic of the group, grinned and grabbed Maven with a sudden pluck out of the water like a shivering naked apple and studiously pointed the sly butt at his throbbing male structure like a squishy oreo arrow. "Offer him a comfy seat, of course! At least until our creative minds can cum together for another more apt use for such a pretty mare." Appropriately, Maven was nervous when presented with such a cock and inevitable threat of impalement.
His legs were curled, modestly trying to hide frontal nudity, but leaving his bum perfectly vulnerable to the first raping thrust. "Wait! I'm not a mare!" He protested, and in fact, ironically, he was the only pet who didn't dress up all girly for the carnal fox's illustrious tour. Not that it really served to help his situation much, though. In the pup's opinion, gay dommy horses such as these were seldom persuaded from initial opinions.
Predictably, Maven let out a sharp yelping squeak as his ass was suddenly forced to make room for the arm-thick cock, anus gripped to the shaft at the sheathe entrance like a black hair scrunchie dripping in a flood of leaking pre. "Nonsense. Neither have I seen a stallion so small nor so coy and shy as to hide his prideful bits among his own brothers. Your little male parts don't make much of a case for your argument, anyway. Something so small disqualifies your cute self from breeding anything, but I promise you'll still get some action with that tiny tight bottom you got, there." The bay teased, bouncing the pony on his cock like a horsey ride to make the scared young thing shake and his teeth rattle from the jarring experience in his still sore aching bum. "No fear. We'll make a whore of you, and what's more, you'll quickly learn to love every second!" The stud chuckled as an exotic fjord, the smallest of the bunch, neighed excitedly and laughed.
The black, white and dun pony actually left the Jacuzzi and screenshot of the viewing camera to go off to the side and soon returned with what looked like a drugged baby cow, but quickly resolved into a Holstein cow-colored pile of leather clothing - and a pair of pink brief panties appearing too tiny to cover much of anything. "I knew these would come in handy, even though my girlfriend decided not to come up to the set to play with all of us." He grinned with a nervous giggle, betraying the true reason for the clothes with a blush on his sandy yellow cheekbones while keeping the garments above the water and handing them off to the casually winking bay and his steam-soaked chest and forelock.
Maven's eyes were nervous; quite skittish like a crazed animal. Most everyone knew that once a stallion saw pink panties on an otherwise naked tush, it usually became a no-holds barred invitation to every lustful intent in their horny minds. "Now, there's a good idea. Always love it when the bitch is dressed the part." The bay remarked, obviously overlooking the notion that wearing such sexy cowgirl duds was likely one of the fjord's own secret desires.
On top of his toasty throne of horseness, the once bold and obnoxious pony was now helpless to act. As it turned out, a big juicy cock with a flare was the perfect way to keep a captive on his toes during a game of forced sexy dress-up. With horses, restraints were unnecessary; a cock deep in some poor (or lucky) slut's ass was enough to keep them manageable like the sissy maresluts they were.
Though Maven proved more stubborn than the bay expected, the tall beast still managed to get a leather vest on the feisty creature before scratching his chin trying to puzzle out how to get on the chaps and lady panties. To get onto the pony's hips, both articles had to somehow pass through one obstacle: the girthy restraining debilitating length of hard meat. The puzzle was solved with one loud pop as Maven writhed like a worm from such a sudden violent emptying of his bowel.
Once the big meaty black stallion easily pinned on the panties and chaps, he also held the seat portion of the silky panties neatly to the side for easier entry. Re-entry on the glistening slimy organ caused Maven to screech out in a singing blast like a bird as it pushed a sloppy loud fart out between his rumpcheeks in the shrill tone of a whistle. Once back on his seat, it was best described as 'comfy' but not relaxing. "Doesn't the slut look all pretty in her new outfit!" The bay teased, groping the young pony's sheath through his panties with lewd black-furred fingertips. "And a cute little clitty, too, huh bitch?" Maven wiggled nervously to the rude licks and nibbles on his shy lowered ears.
Auroras and the rest of Wanker's guests watched the whole odd scene play out on the TV as though some unnamed dream. Many of the sissy sluts would have envied and welcomed such a deranged sexy fantasy, had it happened to them. But now, even the butt pup had his own doubts about how fun such a scenario could be. Instead he watched dumbstruck as Maven cried and wriggled on the pole as his tasty little bum was repeatedly slapped by the much more powerful horse with that same cruel grin that Auroras and the rest of Wanker's guests watched the whole odd scene play out on the television as though some unnamed dream. Many of the sissy sluts would have envied and welcomed such a deranged sexy fantasy, had it happened to them. But now, even the butt pup had his own doubts about how much fun such a scenario could be. Instead, he watched dumbstruck as Maven cries out and wiggles on the pole as his tasty little bum is repeatedly slapped by the much more powerful horse with that same cruel grin Auroras understood as equine primal lust; dripping male juices coating the helpless reddened pantied bum in a shimmering glaze of pre that soaked his fur further.
A hunky zebra, perhaps jealous that his friend was getting all the fun, grinned and offered his fellows a strange idea. Well, an odd notion for a normal person, but not for six horny muscular horses. "Why don't we teach this little whore how to swim the fuckstroke?" He snickers, standing up to allow a shower of water to cascade from his striped fur like a waterfall; the shiny gloss on his zebra pattern really quite exotic and hypnotic.
This suggestion caused Maven to shiver nervously even as the bay gave him a friendly condescending pat on his shaggy head. "You see? Bitch loves the idea already. She's eager to take all kinds of mare meat!" Then he stood up to reveal the full glory of his booty, muscles dripping with elegance - among other things. He literally didn't want to experience what it was like to be a Chinese fingercuff for two large horsey dicks, but by then, nothing was within his control except compliance and trying to enjoy it. Auroras certainly hoped Maven would wise up and relax for his smecks medicine as he was held just upon the surface of the bubbling hot water and flailed around pathetically on the cock like a popsicle, trying not to drown.
Still, the pony whimpers and keeps his mouth stubbornly closed against the impending oral attack, despite several rude dunkings on the excited throbbing coal-black erection. "If you want my help, all you needa do is open up," The zebra declared, tickling Maven's chin between bobs under water. Soon, he lost all resistance, and for fear of drowning, he gasped and was given the assistance needed; the meaty spear of dick making him gag and choke as the zebra crudely seized his tiny ears and locks of his girly mane to ram the rest down with a pleasant guttural sigh and animated flick of his thick whip-like tail. "You'll learn to love the taste soon enough, whore!" The zebra chuckled as a chestnut-colored stud and a creamy dun Belgian with a big pronounced muscular booty and short tail both offered Maven their cocks to hold onto like perverted water wings at his fingertips.
One couldn't possibly measure the amount of shock in the pony's eyes when he realized how many male organs he'd be playing with in just one go. Jealousy certainly rang true for Carli at least, whom whimpered at the sight of such a fun-looking gang-bang.
It was a comical sight to behold: a precocious pony contested between two overzealous cum-spewing male organs like some fuzzy kabob doing a doggie-style doggie paddle in a vulgar tug-o'-war. "Bitch doesn't know how lucky she is that we'd be so kind to teach her some swimmin' lessons," The striped sire declared, grinning down at the scared new girly boi as he rutted the sweet feminine mouth and virgin choking throat.
The bay gave him several rapid spanks and latched on his slender hips roughly to better crash his loins against the squishy tight butt, huge balls bouncing on Maven's thighs like a punching bag taking a quick beating. "How right you are! I could 'teach' this mare about strokes all day and then some. Be a bit romantic tonight, eh? Just the six of us putting a new sissy fully through her paces." Naturally, the Shetland DID blush near crimson in response to that last compliment.
With a mix of paddling and nervous flailing like a dizzy bird in flight, he desperately gave pleasure to the four dommy horses to stay aloft of the boiling water all smelling of dirt and horse sweat.
Under furious paws, the black horse shot his load first, kindly lifting the tip out of the water to spray Maven in a layer of horse gravy all over his back and face. A moment later, his eyes widened in shock as the zebra hilted his muzzle for the last thrust and forced him to choke back a bellyful of seed even as he couldn't help but gag and regurgitate some of the cum out all over his chin and lips like a layer of yogurt lipstick. When the zeeb grew flaccid and fell out, the pony vomited a bit more of the semen into the water, likely unable to handle such a beastly loaded meal all at once.
Then the big black Belgian cock trumpeted and released its gooey delicious magic all over Maven's face like a cannon blast of horse jelly; all sticky and clumpy over his eyes, cheeks and nose like a musky hot sneeze. By now, with so much cum drifting around in the Jacuzzi, the whole thing took on an appearance of a huge vat of egg drop soup! In a manner of speaking, though, the best had yet to cum.
Already his butt had taken two feet of squishy warm meat, but Auroras knew it was only the beginning. Little ponies in the grip of huge raging beasts and turkeys had one glaring thing in common: to truly satisfy the task, both had to be stuffed to the brim. Maven's ass would certainly be cussing him out once this filly filling was over. In this case, big things came in big packages.
How two chubby buttocks of such small size managed to fit something the length and girth of a black baseball bat was anyone's guess, but he gave the sweaty panting stud such a workout! Without fail, the bay's certain tail flipped up like an organic signal of erotic readiness and Maven was afforded no mercy nor warning for what quickly followed: he was repeatedly drenched under the water to a chorus of triumphant trumpeting guttural whinnies as his oh so tight bottom had become a new reservoir to the stallion's milk delicacy.
They watched, astonished by the supernatural load gushing out from the ponies' ass like a silver soupy waterfall and bloating his belly in several sudden heavy blasts that made it pop out like an airbag with a navel and fur. By the look of terror and groaning discomfort on the forced sissy critter's face, it was probably not something he'd wanna go through again; seed still trickling out of his cock-plugged butt as his feeble wiggling only made his booty bounce and gave his captors new amusement.
Mr. Wanker sighed, partly amused by the turn of events himself. He turned toward the yiffy foxes, and with a simple wink, invited them into another one of their silly song and dance routines. They did so with vigor as this would be the last such song: "Luvta humpya do ba dee do, we've got such a nice show for you. Luvta humpya do ba dee dee, if you are all kinky, you will watch me." Maven's plight continued shamelessly as his hands and kicking hooves were both tied securely together with more panties as he was passed around like a common masturbation sleeve or even a cheap cigarette, every tall horse seizing him in turn and thrusting a hard cock into his gaping cum-lubed passage for their enjoyment before grunting and leaving a new present in his bowels to drain out like a leaky balloon. He didn't have many unmolested chances to expel the chunky white enema, as just as one horse used him, another eager and virile fuck stick would take its place. Each stud took turns in a neverending cycle of forced sex. Maven had been claimed at least ten times by each horse, and his ass must surely be protesting due to rapid reaming equine abuse.
As the one-cowgirl pony orgy was going on, the little horny foxes with their unmistakably large packages danced around in front of the screen with sexy poses and belly dancing harem moves reminiscent of femboi sluttishness. "What happens from a digital obsession? A very dry ass and a rampant erection." The foxes giggled, patting their huge balls or showing off the patch of white fur on their asses with giant bushy tails raised. "Why don't you just bend over instead? Or helpfully give a horny master some head!" And then provided the proper erotic pantomime to both those described actions as Maven was forcibly given a mug of steaming horsecum to drink as the zebra helpfully held his mouth open and declared he'd soon love the taste, anyway. Once he finished the first cup, another stallion was glad and willing to masturbate and fill it up again. So it went on as the foxes had their jubilant gay fun.
It must have seemed silly for a pony to wear a beard and mustache made from several drying layers of cum like thick mushroom cream soup, but Maven wasn't laughing. The foxes continued their silly tirade with silly giggles and spinning, "You'll enjoy - you'll enjoy - you'll enjoy - you'll enjoy - a simpler life as a femboi." Followed by masturbation and random bouts of fellatio on each other before continuing the sexy buttshake dance. "Luvta humpya do ba dee da. If you like real anal, you'll take it up far. You will live in horniness, too. Like us - luvta humpya do ba dee do." With enough cum in all his holes to make him decidedly chubby, the paint Shetland finally seemed to accept his position in life as the vast amounts of spooge made him drowsy and compliant to stallion will like a hypnotic nectar.
It was when Maven no longer seemed particularly coherent or able to respond that Wanker turned off the TV, took the DVD out of the player, read off the new title "Six Studs and a Cowgirl Sissy in Riding Bareback Style", and handed the disc off to the confused and clearly upset donkey master. "You couldn't give that bitch what he really needed, but fortunately, he'll get all the practice he can handle. Come back to the factory in a year or so when we create the reverse camera beaming technology. Meanwhile, just keep it safe and watch how his lessons in sissyness progress, eh?" And that was it. The donkey was escorted out in disbelief, holding a simple jewel case that protected his pet's prison from scratches and damage. Mr. Wanker treated it too casually; Auroras would put such a disc in a safety deposit box in case shit happened.
But perhaps the strangest way for this whole affair to end, Wanker simply shooed Auroras and his master off and simply gave Carli a bag of dildos. Not that there was something wrong with that, but he knew he should have gotten more spoils than that. Perhaps a dumptruck full of them for starters. As he left, he wondered what had gone wrong or what nameless cheat had taken place.
Carli lowered his giant eight-inch-long ears, surprised and disappointed by his paltry prize after everything that he'd been through. Just as the foxe's got back to their mundane business and Wanker was removing the phones from his ample posterior for mailing back to their respective owners, Joshua spoke up uncertainly with a quiver of disbelief in his voice. "But when does my pet get her award?" He asked timidly, in no position to demand anything.
In response, Mr. Wanker displayed a vicious side they had never seen before. "You and your harlot bitch violated the agreement," And then took his leave down the previous long corridor and entered a small and cozy office with a rude and curt slam of the door that caused the walls to shake. The fennec was not used to such untoward malicious behavior, and so he wept for the first time in so many months as he could recall.
Put off by the unkind behavior, the black stallion went toward the closed door with Carli sniffling pathetically in tow. He knocked, and when receiving no answer, cautiously opened it and went in. The furnishings weren't anything less than one would expect of a proprietor obsessed with cock. Every piece of furniture looked the part, and even the monocle the fox wore as he studiously referenced tax records had the discernible shape of penis. "Mr. Wanker, we won the contest; we're the last ones," The horse offered, his ears lowered as he awaited a positive response. But anything except ridicule or crude directed anger was obviously a forlorn hope.
The fox scowled, opening the top drawer to remove the only thing not phallic in the office: a contract in the shape of an anus with a gaping hole in the middle that the vulpine would point toward with plaintive disregard using a penis-like fountain pen. "Wrong, sir, wrong! Here it is in the agreement that you forfeit any chance of victory with an act of theft. You two whores STOLE air lube and ruined the testing hole that must now be scrubbed clean. You don't get shit." A slam of his furred fist on the desk made the outrage clear. "Good bye!"
For a moment, Joshua didn't know how to respond. To him, obviously, it seemed no wrong had taken place. Suddenly he resolved into a fit of rage, snarling with ears back. "You're a monster! A scandalous fraudulent whore!" To which he got a nonchalant response and careless wave from someone who no longer wanted to deal with the theatrics.
The horse wanted to leave, disgusted by this treacherous event, but Carli, with his level head and peaceful demeanor, lingered on in the office. He accepted that he and his master had done wrong, but didn't know how to fix it. "Sir, I'm sorry I didn't measure up to your standards, but I just wanted to have fun. I guess there's more to the job than screwing around. I should have learned that, but paid it no heed." He wished he knew what else to say, but it would undoubtedly come out as insincere drama.
He gave it some thought and decided the best way to defuse the situation would be to drop the bag of dicks on the vulpine's desk and help his master find time for the right kind of play both of them needed. They were leaving, hand in hand with joy even as the fox wrapped his paw around one toy and studiously went into intense thought... "So goes an unselfish pet in a greedy world..." Wanker mused, running his fingers on the ridges, medial ring, and veins of a lifecast horse dong, but not truly aware of its presence as though stuck in a daydream.
Yes, he could let the fennec win in light of this new revelation, but it seemed the femmy fox found what he REALLY wanted...