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The large wolftaur padded carefully across the flat, stone path up to the three-story house. It was a stately place, with a two-car garage, and well-tended flowers in the front; obviously, the Mellman's were fairly well-to-do. Taris glanced down at his instructions, hastily scribbled by the secretary at the Feed-A-Taur Foundation's service's desk.

"Mellmans out for emerg. til tom. PM. Instr: kids insured, don't eat u/l they cause trouble."

Taris perked up his ears. That wasn't much in the way on instructions! He was already wagging his tail as he stopped in front of the brilliant white door and rang the doorbell. Plans ran through his head as he flipped the instructions over. Why, he could... Wait, on the other side of the paper was another note that made the wolftaur's tail droop.

"Taris, they were rushing their instr. I don't think they'll be happy if you take liberties with their kids. Remem: you're still in trouble from last time! -Shelly"

Like it was _his_fault those kids were so interested in the first taur they'd ever seen up close! Especially because he only wore a nice, blue button-up shirt to work. Was he supposed to stifle their curious questions, _just_because their parents were prudes? And if things went a little too far...well, better they learn from Taris than not learn at all.

Taris bit his lip, realizing that he was working himself up. He could feel himself peeking out of his sheath. Down boy! he thought to himself. There would be other assignments with a bit more leeway than this. Shelly had made it quite clear that that wasn't part of tonight's job description, and Taris _needed_this second job. Feeding a taur his size was expensive, even on his professor's salary.

The door opened, and Taris gulped, his cock stirring again. This is going to be harder than I thought, he groaned, looking the young, slender gazelle over. She was eighteen at the oldest, and wearing the shortest skirt he had ever seen with a loose-fitting blouse that overestimated her breast-size. The white on her neck and cleavage gave way to light, tan fur on her back, and the two-inches of bare midriff showed off the black accents that ran down her sides. He scanned her all the way down her firm, slender legs to her perky little hooves. Wolves may not be a gazelle's natural predator, but this girl looked delicious in more ways than one!

"What? You're the babysitter?" she said flatly, looking up at him. He stood nearly twice her size, and must weigh four to five times as much. If she was surprised to see him, then this must be her first time with a house-sitter from the Feed-A-Taur foundation. Assuming she 'caused trouble', this would be her first time 'down the hatch'. Taris grabbed fistfuls of his fur and tugged, trying desperately to cool himself off before she noticed what was hanging between his legs.

Clearing his throat, Taris said, "I am Taris Quickpaw of the F.A.T. Foundation, house-sitting services. Your parents needed an emergency house-sitter?"

The gazelle rolled her eyes, but opened the door wider and stepped back, waving her hand to let him in. "I bet they did. We're eighteen now - don't they trust us?"

Taris tried to think of a turn-off - easier said than done! He was pretty confident that he wasn't poking out _too_badly when he finally entered the house. "How many of you are there?" he asked, looking around the large living room.

"Just me and my twin brother, Thomas. Oh, I'm Eliza." _Only two?_he thought, disappointed. Her large, doey eyes were sharp, noticing the paper in his hands. "Are those my parent's instructions? Can I see them? I bet they say 'absolutely no friends over'."

Taris looked down at the paper again. Don't eat them unless they cause trouble, he thought. No need for her to see that!"It just says I'm supposed to keep you out of trouble."

Eliza's long ears perked right up, her muzzle gaping. "That's it!? Can I invite some friends over for a sleepover!?"

Taris knew he should say no. He didn't need more temptation that he was already experiencing. But the instructions certainly didn't say anything about sleepovers, and the more kids were over, the more potential meals. He grinned down at her, showing his teeth. "I guess so!"

"All right!" she cried, grabbing out her cell phone and starting the calls immediately. Tomorrow was a Saturday, and judging by the rate of her calls and her happily flicking tail, she was getting a lot of takers. Taris smiled. Time to find Thomas.

He padded into the next room, the kitchen, and noticed the hallway. He opened the first door, which lead downstairs to the furnished basement - probably not Thomas's room. The next door over was the bathroom, which was huge!_Did the Mellmans often entertain taurs? The bathtub could easily fit him. He closed that door. _Third one's the charm...

He opened the door, and the gazelle inside popped up, took one look at him and screamed, "What the fuck!? Who are you!?" holding his hands up as if he would fight the enormous wolftaur.

Taris just smirked, tilting his head to left one of his ears flop over. That always made him seem less fearsome. "Thomas? I'm your house-sitter, Taris Quickpaw, from F.A.T. service office."

The slender male looked almost exactly like his sister, except for his choice in clothes, and straight, half-grown antlers. He wore jean shorts, a t-shirt, and a nasty grimace. "Fat? That's appropriate." Taris glanced down at his wide barrel and the tight layers of muscle and fat that lined his body. I think I look good! he thought in protest.

"Look, I'm just supposed to keep you out of trouble. Your sister is inviting some friends over for a sleepover," Taris said casually, hoping that the boy might invite a few more meals over himself. The room was messy, but he noted the large window and there, on top of the dresser, a reformation crystal, half-covered up by a casually discarded t-shirt.

"Can I?" Thomas asked predictably.

"I don't see why not," Taris replied cooly, hiding his excitement.

"Great!" he said, grabbing his phone. "I bet she'll be here in less than five minutes."

"Wait - she?" the massive wolftaur asked. He's inviting_one _girl for a 'sleepover'? He sighed, suddenly reminded of himself. Still, he'd better put his foot down on this one. "Uhh, I take it back. Somehow I doubt your parents would like that..."

Thomas threw his phone on the bed, stamping one of his slender hooves. "You're just as bad as _them!_First they make the two of us get crystals because they think my girlfriend wants to _eat_me, and now you won't even let me _see_her!"

Taris cocked his head. "Why would your girlfriend want to eat you?"

The boy turned around in a huff. "Because she's a croc."

A gazelle with a crocodile? Thomas was asking to be teased, such a feminine little boy with such a masculine girlfriend. Taris said, "You should be grateful that your parents can afford to attune you to a reformation crystal. Whether she wants to eat you or not, you never know when you might end up in a predator's belly."

"Whatever," he replied, sullen. "Just get out of here." The boy grabbed his ear buds and tucked them into his large ears, music blaring as he flopped onto the bed. Taris glanced at the phone still sitting on the bed, and thought about taking it. But then, how would Thomas get in trouble? The wolftaur closed the door, stomach rumbling.

Taris went back to the living room, where Eliza was waiting anxiously for her friends to arrive. "How many?"

Eliza was giddy. "Three. Jessie, Molly, and Selena. Don't worry about us, we'll just go to the basement and be good."

Taris sat on his haunches, making sure to put his large forepaws down to block any view to his bulging sheath. "You'd better be."

Eliza just shrugged, eyes fixed on the door and her phone, glancing down at each text. Taris looked the oblivious girl over again, licking his lips. She was perfect. Slender and agile, with soft, silky fur, breasts not too big and not too small. Her cute little flag tail peeked out of her scandalous skirt. Big eyes framed her small muzzle and wet, black nose. She'd chopped her hair short; fur-length was the new style.

He knew he shouldn't look. She was too young for him, but he had liked teens since before he had been one himself! That was the thing about teenagers: he kept getting older and they kept staying the same age. If only Shelly hadn't made her off-limits!

Eliza's friends didn't help to quell his surging dick at all. One after another they arrived, each one adding to the insufferable amount of TILF in the house. First was Molly, a young bunny whose breasts were _anything_but understated. She really ought to wear a bra! She'd tied her large ears in with her braided pony-tail, making her look perpetually submissive. If Taris had to guess, the ditzy rabbit probably had no idea the effect she surely had on any man in sight.

While Molly and Eliza talked, Selena arrived, carrying a large backpack. The housecat was a calico, orange and black fur covering her back, white fur spilling down her chest. Her eyes were at least as sharp as Eliza's. "New baby-sitter?" she asked, looking the wolftaur over.

"Yeah, my parents were in a rush. Something about a new boat they hadda snap up quick."

The cat walked over to the couch, setting the surprisingly heavy backpack on the ground with a thud.I wonder... Taris thought. But it was Jessica that really drew his eye.

The door opened the third and final time, and there stood the most beautiful goattaur he had ever seen. Like him, she was only wearing clothes on her upper body, a tight one-piece that was stretched tight by her sizable boobs. Shoulder-length brown hair spilled around her neck, framing her cute, white muzzle and big, round ears. Big brown eyes matched the patches of brown fur that covered the rest of her body, seemingly at random. Her taur half stuck out naked and proud, even though her thick udder swung obviously between her legs. Her perky little tail stood straight up, and Taris could only imagine what the view would be like from behind.

While she may be a taur, she was young yet, and actually stood shorter than the other girls. If he had to guess, she only weighed twice as much as them; she could easily fit beneath him without him even needing to climb onto her back. No, Taris! No!_he thought. She might make a filling meal if she caused any trouble, but that was _all. He had to tuck his tail beneath his foot to stop his wagging.

"Hi, guys!" she said cheerfully, flicking her tail. She scanned all the way up Taris's huge body, but just smiled, unafraid. "I'm Jessica!"

She was the only girl to introduce herself, though he'd had no trouble picking out Molly and Selena's names. Taris grinned and offered one of his front paws to shake. His front paws could stretch and move independently like fingers, though they were still a bit more clumsy than his actual hands. "Taris Quickpaw, at your service."

Smiling up at him, the goattaur shook his paw firmly. He was about to speak when Eliza interrupted. "Alright, lets go downstairs!"

Jessica smiled apologetically as the other three girls brushed between them on their way to the basement. "Nice to meet you," she said, before turning to follow the others down.

Taris's eyes followed her. The view and the smell made his heart quicken. Just my luck, he thought. There, beneath her flicking tail and above her swaying udder, glistened her puffy, swollen cunny, unmistakable against her white rump. That beautiful pink teardrop bounced, clenched, and opened, leaving a sharp-scented trail. She was in heat, and the path she left behind her led straight to the basement.

Taris gulped, his throat suddenly quite dry. If one_of these kids didn't mess up, and soon, this night had 'special kind of torture' written all over it. _All kids cause trouble; I just need to catch them!

With a new purpose Taris prowled the hallway, slinking back and forth from Thomas's door to the cellar door, pushing one of his sharp ears against each door. Surely Thomas would try to sneak out and see his girlfriend. The sleepover would get noisy enough, and he'd overhear something illegal, mischievous, or (he gulped) sexual. Trapped in a basement with Jessica's heat pumping out, what horny young girl _wouldn't_try to experiment?

Thomas's room was very disappointing. Taris could smell the gazelle in there and hear the dub-step music blaring. No attempts to use the phone or to sneak out the window. How he wanted to feel that slender, feminine boy sliding down his throat, then sucked into his rumbling, second stomach to be broken down into another layer of fat.

Thomas would be fine of course - with his soul attuned to a thaumaturgy crystal, he'd wake up the next day in his room, no worse for the wear. He could be eaten well over a thousand times with no loss in energy before he'd need a new crystal. For a time, scientists weren't sure if he'd _ever_need a new crystal, but that question was settled now. Some crazy pervert had kidnapped two girls in his basement, attuned them himself, and then swallowed them every day for seven years. In the seventh year, first one, and then the other got weaker and weaker, until one day she just didn't reform. The other girl was so scared, she finally managed to break out of the house and the police captured the twisted monster.

Taris took special pleasure in being a person's 'first predator' - you never forget your first time, and Thomas, with a crocodile for a girlfriend, was probably curious. Some predators sought out prey that _weren't_attuned to reformation crystals, for the dubious distinction of becoming their 'first _and_last predator'. Knowingly digesting someone who didn't have 'life insurance' against their will was illegal, but the crystals were so common now that the State had to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that you knew what you were doing when you swallowed Suzy for the first and last time.

Taris, for his part, didn't much care whether the meat filling his stomach would reform or not. The crystals were cheap and as common as cell phones these days. If he had reason to believe one of the kids tonight didn't have a get-out-of-stomach-free card, he wouldn't eat them, but he wasn't about to ask_them. Anyone stupid enough to get eaten without speaking up only had_themselves to blame!

The basement door proved much more interesting. He could hear them talking on the other side, and it was Jessica's beautiful bleat the he heard first.

"...finally got 'life insurance', Eliza?" the goattaur asked.

"Yeah," the gazelle's voice filtered through. "Didn't you hear? Thomas is dating Amisi. My parents freaked and made us _both_get attuned!"

Another voice (Selena or Molly?) said, "Well, I've seen the way she looks at him. I don't believe for a second that that crocodile wants Thomas for Thomas. She's 'imagining how well he'd fit within her skin'." Definitely Selena, Taris decided.

Eliza spoke again, "I saw the bill - protection is_expensive_. How did your parents afford it, Molly?"

Now the bunny chimed in, saying, "Um...afford it?"

"Aren't you attuned, Molly? You're a bunny_for Christ's sake!" the calico said. "Isn't there like a Lapine Reformation Society or something that helps _poor_parents like _yours_afford it?" _Now that's pretty catty_of you, kitty,_ Taris thought.

"Yeah - the Lapine Reformation Society, I think that's right," the rabbit replied slowly. "'Course I'm covered, guys."

Selena didn't let up. "Of course I_don't _need it," she declared.

Jessie's sweet voice met his ears again. She said, "Because you're a predator?"

The cat laughed. "Predators get eaten too, especially housecats. But not me. I wouldn't let myself get into such a position. Besides, eating someone against their will is against the law - all I'd have to do is yell 'I'm not covered!' and they'd have to stop."

"So you don't have it?" Eliza asked, her tone astonished.

"I don't _need_it."

The gazelle pressed her friend, "But what if some lunatic broke into school and started _voring_everyone? What if someone gulped you down without asking? What if you were too drunk to realize what was happening?"

The orange-and-black kitten yowled, "I'm never that drunk! And jeeze, Liz, I _have_it, I just don't _need_it? Satisfied?"

Taris didn't get to hear Eliza's response, as Molly's voice spoke up curiously. "What about you, Jessie?"

Taris was conflicted, and almost pulled his ear away from the door. He didn't want to hear the delicious goattaur if she said she weren't attuned. What a way to _ruin_his night! Tail drooping, he reluctantly listened to her reply. "My parents said it's not polite to talk about," Jessica said simply.

"Oh that's right," Selena chuckled. "Your parents are like super-conservative religious. They probably think reformation crystals are 'circumventing God's will' or some shit like that. And we're all the devil for using them."

"They don't think you're the devil," she said so softly that Taris could barely hear.

"And what would they say," Selena continued, "if they knew I was offering you your _second_beer?"

Beer! They're... Taris sniffed long and hard at the doorway, trying to smell anything other than Jessica's sweet heat. There it was! They're drinking underage! Mouth watering, the house-sitter reached down to the doorknob, ready to launch himself downstairs into a room filled with hot, drunk, teenage troublemakers, all of whom as far as he knew were safely covered in the rather likely event of being devoured. If I eat Jessica first, maybe I'll be able to keep myself from fucking her heat-swollen cunt.

The knob turned and stopped. Locked, and with a sturdy latch. Taris had to resist pulling the entire door off of its hinges. He had them dead to rights, but Taris was pretty sure the Mellman's wouldn't be happy if he destroyed their house, and Shelly would most certainly hear about it. Hand shaking, he let go of the knob. I'll just have to wait until one of them comes upstairs. Besides, that will give them more time to drink...

Taris snuck around the corner into the living room, peering down the hall to wait for whichever unlucky girl first needed to use the ladies' room. Or maybe two will come upstairs together! he thought, wagging.

His excitement quickly dulled, as the wait began. And continued. And continued. And continued. The door remained shut.There's not a bathroom in the basement, is there? he thought, miserably. Why didn't the Mellmans leave a master key!? He had a job to do!

Just as he was about to give up and check on Thomas again, he heard the door click!_Ears perked, he backed up into the living room, peeking just one eye around the corner to watch down the hallway. The door swung open, and for one tense moment, Taris could see nothing. Then the door swung closed again with a louder _clik-clunk!

Taris's heart nearly stopped. Walking toward the bathroom was Jessica herself, picking her way carefully, if not gracefully, down the hall. His eyes fell immediately to her pert, upraised tail, a heavy, veiny udder. How he wanted to take her in every possible way and never let her go. She stumbled at the bathroom door, but managed to open it and clomp inside.

Taris sprung into action, trotted over to the basement door. Experimentally, he tried the handle, but it was still locked.Oh well, they will open it for Jessie. Taris leaned in to the door and listened for a little more intel.

"...always leaves just when the fun starts," Molly said.

Selena, as always, had something to say. "It's her parents remember? They wouldn't approve of their little 'kid' playing kissing games."

"Fill me up another glass," Eliza said.

The calico cat chuckled, "Only if you lick Molly's cleavage!"

"But there's so much of it! Fine," the gazelle agreed.

Taris licked his lips. _Beer and sexual experimentation? Am I lucky, or cursed?_He certainly had these troublemakers dead to rights. Now he just had to stick to the plan, and just _eat_them. He could feel his cock swelling out of its sheath, but he couldn't use it. Not tonight. He'd have to settle with some 'accidental' licking on their way down, and then a hard jerk when they were all gone.

First things first. Jessica.

The large, brown wolftaur crept over to the bathroom door, surprised to hear running water. Was she taking a shower? Taris looked at his watch, wondering how long she would be. After two minutes, Taris tried the knob. It was locked, of course.

"Selena? Leave me alone!" Jessica cried, through the door.

Taris didn't think he could passably imitate the calico's voice, so he just tried the knob again.

"I'm busy! Use the basement bathroom!" she added, slurring her words just slightly.

Of course, a basement bathroom. But then why did Jessie come upstairs? Taris was tired of waiting. He glanced down at the old latch for the bathroom door. He'd watched enough T.V. crime shows to know what to do. Fishing his wallet out of his shirt pocket, he grabbed a credit card and slid it down the latch. Taris could only grin as the flimsy lock gave way, and the door slid open.

"Selena, stop!" she bleated frantically. But it wasn't Selena at the opening door. The goattaur gasped in shock, and Taris dropped his own jaw.

She was lying on her back in the over-sized tub, with the hand-held shower head between her hind legs.

"Mr. Quickpaw!" she exclaimed, terrified, her muzzle blushing red. "This isn't what it looks like!" She tossed the shower head away, no longer spraying the high-pressure water against and into her prominently displayed pussy. Hot water dripped down her heavy teats, falling gently onto her puffy folds before dribbling down onto her flag-like tail.

"It _looks_like you've been drinking, and then came upstairs to pleasure yourself with the shower head," Taris said simply.

"Oh..." she said, long ruminant ears drooping. "Please don't tell my parents! They'll kill me!"

Her one-piece top was discarded hastily on top of the toilet, so the wolftaur took the time to ogle Jessica's wet, sizable breasts. Her wide nipples were standing up straight, even her lower teats. She was so beautiful, and drunk, and horny, and in heat...

Fuck it.

"Would you like a little, erhm, help, with that?" he asked, taking a single step into the bathroom.

The eighteen-year-old was clueless, too busy trying to cover her large breasts with her hands, her small tail doing a miserable job obscuring her glistening flower. She stammered, "I-if you could just get my sports bra... Sir, I promise it won't happen again!"

Taris began confidently undoing his shirt as he explained, "Your parents don't have to know you've been drinking..." He trailed off at the end, letting the girl think he wanted something in return for covering up her transgressions. He casually kicked the bathroom door closed, and it locked with a clack!

Jessica finally figured out a way to cover up her pussy by crossing her dainty heels in front. She cupped her hands over her large nipples, still blushing madly. "They don't care if I drink, but the..._touching myself!_They'd disown me!" she bleated.

Only when Taris tossed his shirt aside and stepped, naked, into the massive tub with her, did Jessica realize what was really happening. She gasped, and her eyes widened at the wolftaur standing over her, her eyes falling beneath him where his fat, bulging cock dangled, pointing straight at her. Taris confirmed her suspicions, saying, "Would they still be mad if someone else touched you?"

Jessie bleated uselessly, trying to form words, but staring frozen at his cock as if she'd never seen one before. She might well not have! Finally, she mumbled, "I dunno...I mean...yeah..."

The water spray she'd applied had dispersed her heat throughout the bathroom, and her pussy was still pumping that alluring smell out at an alarming rate. Taris wasn't sure if he could take 'no' for an answer. Ideas flooded through his brain, until he settled on a tactic. "It's just you and me in here, Jessie. No one needs to know what happened in here except us. I'm not going to say anything. Are you?"

The goattaur was still covering herself up as best she could, but her eyes were transfixed on the bobbing end of his throbbing cock. "N-no," she trembled.

"You need help, and I'm going to help you. And then_you're_ going to help_me._"

Her lower lip trembled. "But I -"

"I'm not going to ask you for anything you don't want to give me," he interrupted. "I just need you to get the basement door open for me."

The teenager let out a loud gasp; she'd been holding her breath. "Ok," she said, relieved.

He had her right where he wanted her. He barked, "Okay, now spread those legs and let me get a look at what we're working with."

She lay her ears flat at the sharp tone, but she complied soon enough. Hind legs trembling, the young woman opened her legs, revealing the bouncing, upside-down tear drop he'd been lusting after all night. Taris smiled down at her, confident that she'd be an obedient little goat from now on. It's the gazelle twins I'm supposed to leave alone - the message didn't say anything about guests.

"Very good. Now roll over and get up."

Sure enough, the brown-and-white spotted goattaur did as she was told, standing shakily onto all fours in front of him, looking over her shoulder at the larger wolftaur. It took all of Taris's willpower not to mount her then and there. Instead, he reached down to grab the discarded shower head, water still spraying everywhere, and said, "Just stand there; I'll show you how it's done."

"Mr. Quickpaw -" she started to say, but her words were cut off as he aimed the spout down at her hooves. She shivered as he slowly began to draw the stream up her left hind leg, getting closer and closer to her swaying udder. "Ohhh..."

Taris turned the pressure to a gentle spray, drawing the wand close and across her swollen teats. Her quiet moans turned to gasps, her hind legs trembling. From there, he started raising the water spray even further, inch after slow inch, until the wide spray not only ran down her udder but splashed against her thighs, which got closer and closer together the nearer her quivering pussy.

Just as she was certain he was about to turn the spray onto her puffy mound, he paused, letting the water run down just inches shy. Jessie glanced over her shoulder in surprise and dismay, but Taris had been waiting. As soon as she turned her head, he stepped forward and slid his left hand between the twin peaks of her teats, holding her udder firmly in his grasp. "Oh, dear Lord!" she cried, spreading her legs reflexively apart.

He had an inkling that no one had ever touched her in this way before, so he pressed the issue, rubbing her thick udder back and forth, the large teats flopping. Between his hand and the warm water cascading down her rump, Jessica was beside herself, moaning and trembling. Smirking, he curled his thumb up and around one of her teats, simultaneously raising the shower head the final two inches.

Warm water engulfed her burning pussy, and Jessie bleated helplessly. Her pink teardrop open and closed around the flow, as if she could lock the water deep inside of her. Meanwhile, her whole udder shook in his grasp. An idea crossed Taris's mind, and a second later, he acted on it. Even as he cupped her left teat in his left hand, he reached up with his hand-like forepaw, standing on three legs. His hand-paw grasped her right teat, and he began kneaded them up and down, milking her.

The gentle rhythm of his forepaws sent little splashes of nutrient-rich goat's milk to the floor of the tub. He tugged each teat alternately while also drawing the shower head closer and closer until the metal just barely brushed her swollen folds. "Mr. Quiee-e-e-e-e...!" she bleated, rocking her hips up and down. With that last moan, she drew her hands to her massive breasts, squeezing them in time with his pumping grip.

Taris sat down behind her, balancing on his hindpaws. Without only the slightest pause, he substituted his left hand for his left hand-paw, still milking her nonstop. She couldn't produce much milk, but every time another drop squeezed loose, the goattaur would shiver and moan. Time to step it up a notch, he thought.

He raised the shower head even further and turned up the pressure. Water shot forcefully out in a small circle, which he expertly aligned with her tight, pink tailhole. Jessie whined, both at the unfamiliar sensation, and the sudden emptiness in her cunny. Water dribbled down from her anus across her trembling lips, but it was nowhere near enough for the goataur. She whimpered, "Lower!"

He obeyed in spirit, if not to the letter. Raising his left hand, palm up, he shoved his four fingers into her winking slit, spreading her apart in a way that no amount of water could ever accomplish. She tossed her head back, bleating, "Mr. Quickpaw!", but no further protest came. Instead, she shuddered and squeezed down around his hand, humping her hips madly.

"See, isn't it much better with someone to help?" he asked smugly, knowing that there weren't many people capable of milking her, fingering her, and spraying her tailhole, all at the same time.

"Yes! Yes!" she agreed breathlessly, bracing herself with her palms flat against the wall.

His hand went deeper, sliding between her virgin lips with a wet _schlorp!_She squeezed down around him like she was holding on for dear life, bucking her hindquarters in blind lust. Her moans and bleats only got louder and sharper, until Taris knew he couldn't go much further. He needed her _right on the edge_for the next step in his plan. Still, it was with great reluctance that he dropped his front paws to the ground, pulled the shower head away, and tugged his fist free.

"Ahhhh, nooooo...!" Jessica whimpered, so close and so far from the release she badly needed. She stood in front of him, her legs spread and panting, her tail hiked straight up. When she looked over her shoulder at him, there was no sign of her earlier blush. She knew what she needed and she knew who could give it to her.

Wagging his tail, the wolftaur stood up, spun around, and locked the shower head in place, just above the dial. He tilted the head until it angled out and upward, spraying hot water against his chest. He turned again to face the beautiful eighteen-year-old, lifting his tail to feel the hot spray of water between his legs.

Mmmm, just right, he thought, revelling in the satisfying stream. The high-pressure water splashed his entire rump from his balls to his tailhole - and everything in between. He didn't keep his pussy a secret, but his bushy tail kept most people from realizing he was a hermaphrodite. Licking his lips, Taris relaxed his cunny, letting the water gush inside of him before dribbling down his heavy balls and cock. "Are you ready?" he asked her.

Jessica was trembling and moaning, a complete mess of lust and need. He took her silence as a 'yes', and leapt on top of her slender rump, his sudden weight making her hind legs buckle. He was almost tall enough to walk right over her as if she weren't there, but where was the fun in that? He wrapped his forepaws around her midsection, reaching around to grope at her fat teats again.This is going to be great!

"Wait!" she whimpered.

Fuck! Taris paused on her back, astonished that she could think of anything but the overwhelming desire to let this hunky wolftaur have his way with her.

"I'm not on the pill..." she explained.

"I've got a condom in my wallet," he offered.

"No, you can't use any contraceptives - it's wrong," she said plaintively.

Wow, her parents have done a number on her. "Then, what -"

Jessie interrupted, "Just do it! I don't think I'm in heat. It'll be all right, won't it?"

Taris blinked. Oh _man_was she in heat. She must have learned _nothing_about sex. Well, she was about to make up for lost time!

"Oh, Jessie," he said, using her name for the first time. "You're definitely in heat, but trust me; you don't have to worry about getting pregnant." He was telling the truth. There was no better contraceptive than being swallowed alive; she'd be digested in his second stomach _long_before any of his sperm met any of her eggs.

"Good," she nodded, spreading her hind legs and bracing herself. Oh, Taris loved this young woman _so_much.

As much as he wanted to keep grasping her teats, his cock was still over a foot away from her warm, waiting entrance. He let go, climbing further onto her back. Jessie groaned at his massive weight but managed to stand her ground. He only stopped when he tucked his left forepaw around the goattaur's slender foreleg, tucking his thumb-like digit around her waist. He eased his right forepaw down to the slick floor, helping to distribute his weight.

She was the perfect size for him. His hindquarters slid flush with hers, cock throbbing against her udder. The shower still sprayed his rump, only adding to his heightened state of arousal. His long belly nestled right up against her back, and when he looked down, he could see her head pressed firmly against his chest. He reached down with his hands to embrace her, sliding his palms up to cup her hefty breasts.

Her tail twitched uselessly, pinned between the two taurs. "Oh, Jessie," he said again, squeezing his muscles to draw his cock up to touch her quivering cunt. "It's time for you to find out what you've been missing..."

"T-Taris..." she started to say, but her words melted away into a fading gasp as he pushed his hips forward.

His tapered tip slid effortlessly into her well-lubed pussy, spreading her virgin lips apart. Jessica pushed her hands against the wall, moaning. _She's so tight!_he already groaned, knowing that she had a _lot_more of him still to go. "You're so beautiful," he said, reassuringly. "I've been wanting to do this all night."

Jessica gasped at all the new, unfamiliar, but welcome sensations coursing through her body. "W-when I was touching myself, I was thinking of you...!" she stammered.

Mercy, he pleaded, his balls tensing up. The first, heady gush of pre-cum shot inside her. At this rate, I'll cum before she_does!_ Gritting his teeth, Taris pushed a little deeper, taking it slow for the teenager's first time. He began to regret turning the shower head on himself; his own pussy quivered with the burning need for release.

"Oh, God, you're so bi-i-i-i-i-i-g!" she bleated, clenching down around what amounted only a fourth of his full, throbbing cock. She was in for _quite_a surprise.

Her tight cunny started to push back now. Taris had to start some short, sharp thrusts to make any progress, pushing the young woman up against the bathroom wall. Worried about her groans, Taris humped forward and asked, "How's that feel?"

"Deeper, Taris!" she cried. "I need you!"

Fair enough, he thought, picking up the pace. He tugged on her foreleg, pulling her back against his thrusts as he shoved himself deeper. She moaned and took each push, panting for air. Taris felt her tight lips squeezing around the middle of his cock, which settled any lingering doubt. Jessie may be a virgin, but her 'play-time' had long ago readied her for his cock.

"Ohhhhh," she shuddered. "I can't believe you fit!"

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet," he grinned, jabbing forward as proof.

"I-i-impossible!"

He was spreading her virgin passage far wider than ever before, but he knew she still had room. He jumped up against her, lifting his hind legs all the way off the floor, driving his fat, red cock just an inch deeper. Jessica bleated wordlessly now, gyrating her hips in a tight circle. Her fat udder swung back and forth beneath her, slapping against her spread hind legs. Another large gush of pre-cum spilled into the little space left inside of her before the taut entrance to her womb. I can hold off that long, I know I can!

Taris felt a certain sense of accomplishment as he pounded into her the last few inches, hilting himself inside. From the moment he'd laid eyes on Jessica, he knew he wanted to be buried balls-deep under her tail. Now here he was, a mere hour later, mission accomplished. Now he just needed to make sure his plans for all the other teenagers came through, and he would be one happy taur.

"There!" he grunted, shoving one last time to make sure his bony tip was pressed up against her fertile womb. "_That's_all of it."

Groaning, the slender goattaur bleated, "Oh, Taris! I never thought it would happen like this, but...do it! Make me a woman!"

Soon, girl, soon. She was so tight around his cock, the warm water splashing under his tail a constant reminder of just how turned on the wolftaur was becoming. Still, he wasn't going to cum before she_did. Besides, his knot still hadn't swollen! Reaching down to cup the teenager's breasts, Taris grunted, wagged his tail, and began_humping.

Now that he was in her fully, he kept his rapid jabs short and fast, rocking her entire body forward and backward beneath him. Their hips were a blur of motion, every bit as frantic as a feral wolf. His huge, red cock plumbed her depths, his growing knot tugging roughly against her virgin cunt between each thrust. All Jessica could do against such an onslaught was bleat, push against the wall, and struggle to keep her wobbling legs in place.

He could feel her tear-drop shaped pussy bulging outward into a lewd 'O' around his half-full knot. As a goat, she wasn't designed to hold it, but what could she do? He'd already wedged himself in to her cervix! Her vulva had to stretch, and stretch it did, forming a tight, wet seal around Taris's enormous cock. Jessica shuddered, spreading her legs until they ached, shouting, "Oh...my...God...Taris...I...can't!"

She dissolved around him, her entire body shuddering and squeezing and sweating and moaning. Her insides engulfed and massaged him, sucking_him in as if _she were the one milking _him_now. Rump humping wildly, it was clear that the young woman was lost in the throes of ecstasy, and it was equally clear that Taris wasn't going to be able to hold back for a second longer.

Taris dropped his jaw and howled, hoping that the bathroom would muffle the sound. He launched forward one last time, grabbing her midsection with both forepaws so that she bore half his weight. Balls nestled up against her thick udder, he came, and he came hard. Fast, weak thrusts accompanied the first massive waves of cum, each_splurt_ erupting against her last barrier of defense, before the sheer amount of liquid proved too much. He began pumping his load directly into her virgin womb, balls churning.

Her pussy lips had stretched easily enough for his knot, and now her womb did as well, stretching and straining against her once-slender belly. That fertile chamber sloshed_with his seed, millions of tiny sperm splashing against every nook and cranny, all but ensuring that in a month the young goattaur would be swelling for a _different reason. Unless, of course, Taris had a nice mutton dinner. And venison, and... he thought, his mouth watering as he pictured each of the eighteen-year-olds in turn.

"Breed me!" she wailed, gushing around him.

Taris was more than happy to comply, squeezing rope after rope of sticky cum into her quivering cunny. Not a single drop escaped her bulging vulva, every last _splurt_draining straight into her eager womb. She felt so small and warm beneath him, Taris wished he could have fucked her for the whole night.

But his balls ran dry far too soon for his liking. He shot less and less into her as time passed, even though her shuddering climax continued unabated, barely able to form words. Now, the water from the shower just teased the wolftaur's pussy, making him wish another one of the girls were here to help. He lowered his tail to block the stream, panting and dripping with water and sweat. Try as he might, he couldn't keep going for a second longer.

Jessica followed him down from her high, shivering and gasping hoarsely, "It's like a tree trunk between my legs..."

Taris lowered himself to all fours, the goattaur pinned beneath him. Grinning, he ran a forepaw down her distended belly, saying, "I wouldn't weigh yourself anytime soon; you've gained a lot of weight."

Jessica groaned, "That was...incredible, Mr. Quickpaw." She shivered. "I don't know why my parents warned me not to!"

"They're probably worried you'll come home full of lambs. But don't worry, I won't let that happen," Taris said, his grin showing off white, interlocking teeth. Below him, she couldn't see, of course. "Come, you're covered in sweat. Let me wash you off."

Together, the two lovers bathed each other with the shower head, giving Taris the time needed to soften enough to pull himself free. Jessica gasped at the sudden tug, and then the flood of cum that spilled down her legs. Such a beautiful sight, he thought, before cleaning up the mess. At least, the mess on the outside. She was all smiles, like putty in his paws, so she didn't even think twice about getting the basement door open. They didn't bother putting their shirts back on, Jessica knocking loudly on the door as soft footsteps worked their way up. Taris smiled as the door handle turned, revealing a surprisingly naked Molly looking up at the two taurs with wide, frozen eyes. "J-Jessica...?"

Time for some discipline. "Head on downstairs, girls. Drinking? I'm very disappointed in you, and this can't go unpunished!"

Molly look terrified, backing down the stairs, but Jessica trotted down the stairs with a certain bounce in her step, and a wobble in her belly. The goattaur seemed to know the truth of the matter.

My punishments are awfully fun.