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There were just some days that Artie wasn't seen. Sometimes he'd just disappear for the entire days without explaining where he'd go, sometimes even weeks without so much as a peep. People tried asking, but he'd just respond that he needed a day or week to decompress after work. What people didn't know was what Artie exactly did to relax in his downtime. The white arctic fox was something of a mystery unless you got to know him, and even this, he kept his going-ons private to the world. Artie stepped down into the basement of his house, closing the door behind him and locking it tightly. Today was one of his days to just chill and do a little bit of worshipping.

Artie traversed down the stairs for what seemed like minutes until he finally reached the end, feeling around for a light switch. The lights flooded the entire room, revealing everything in Artie's basement. After acquiring his new home, the vulpine found that the basement was stupidly huge. It was like someone could hold parties down here without much of a problem. Considering the house itself was rather isolated, it made sense to him. For years, he pondered on what to do with the space until one day, it just came to him. With some private help and commissions, he set out to have the place decorated in the image of something he'd loved for quite some time.

As the lights flooded the entire space, Artie could see the faceless statues of a humanoid looking wolf with wings spread, arms crossed around his sculpted chest. Many more statues littered the basement, some of them depicting large, feral wolves with something else far larger right at the end of it. It seemed virtually impossible for statues that ranged from several feet to hundreds of feet tall, but when the thing you modeled your basement after was a deity, bending space to make the basement seem much bigger than it usually is was a piece of cake. The guy had questioned what Artie had been up to, but he called it a surprise until it was actually done. And now, every few days or weeks, Artie would come down here to do his usual deity worshipping, but with a little twist.

Every statue in what Artie called his temple was equipped with a very large and very real penis. Each of the anthropomorphic or feral bodies held a throbbing penis equipped with a knot, the size ranging from two feet long to mind-numbingly large and fuzzy orbs that damn near dragged to the ground and then some. The temple in itself was incredibly detailed. It was decked out with altars and monuments detailing numerous, faceless beings, some with pews in front of them and statues pointing their cocks toward the rows for what seemed like a shower of seed. Others simply had places for those to pray and to eagerly suck on the looming dicks above.

To some, the sight of all these members would have had some folks freaked out, or at the very least intrigued as to how he accomplished this. For Artie, it was just a Thursday. The white vulpine grinned to himself, rubbing his hands together as he made his way toward the first statue. The stone figure was sitting down with its legs spread and wings spread out further, its thick shaft sitting there flaccid. Artie walked over, placing himself between the statue's legs and putting his hands under that massive member. He started to pump and stroke the two foot cock, holding it between both of his hands like a giant sub sandwich. As it began to erect and thicken in size, Artie neatly shoved his face against the underside of that cock, firmly rubbing his cheek with an audible groan. He didn't need to hold back on his should since no one could really hear him down there.

That two foot cock ached for a few moments, Artie now dragging his tongue while the shaft spurted globs of pre that descended down the cock and into Artie's fur. He moaned, making his way down into those melon sized orbs and squeezed them with his hands, tongue ascending back up and lapping every drop of pre cum. Artie slobbered the statue's cock with his tongue, pumping the underside and the thick knot it was equipped with. Eventually, statue's cock exploded with rope after rope of cum. Artie's head was coated with the stuff after a few minutes of the statue's orgasm, the excess splattering against the statue's stand and the floor. Artie let out a lustful moan, rubbing his cheek and wrapping his arms around that massive member before tearing himself off of it.

He looked at the sub sandwiched sized cock as it stayed erect, merely spurting small ropes of cum. He licked and rubbed some of the load on him off onto the floor and eagerly downing some of the stuff into his mouth. The fun thing about this temple was that Artie didn't need to worry about wearing clothes. He stroked his cock, which, compared to the ones deeper in the temples, was achingly small for a few moments before walking toward the next statue.

Kaji let out an audible pant, squirming around in his bed. The dragon-canine hybrid's squirming turned into wriggling, a small groan rising up in his throat. Upon opening his eyes, the hybrid noticed that his blankets from last night were much sticker than before. He blinked, attempting to pull off the sheets, found that that something had kept them rather stuck there. Kaji finally stirred awake and got a full glimpse of what was going on. His blankets were utterly soaked in cum, pre still leaking from his rock hard shaft. The thing towered above him with his blankets acting as a poor shield. Kaji rose up, his arms and legs sticky with his seed and the pre that was falling and soaking his sheets. The hybrid grumbled and crossed his arms. He then pulled his sheet off and glared at his turgid length, directing the shots of pre toward the floor.

He must have had some dream last night to tear through his briefs and soak the bed. The fact that his wood was still standing strong and spurting like a hose meant he probably had much more in store. Kaji grumbled, slowly stroking and pumping himself. Pre drenched his bed and the floor, the hybrid rocking his hips slowly. He spread his legs, one hand gently squeezing his oversized nuts. It seemed like a good start to the morning.

Artie came upon the next statue he would give attention to. The statue depicted a feral dragon-canine with pointed ears and a thin muzzle, like that of a dragon. The eyes were gone just as the last one, and much taller. The statue and the stand itself towered over Artie by at least several feet. Artie climbed up to the stand, visibly drooling at the feral statue's phallus and noticing something. It seemed achingly hard as it dripped pre cum onto the floor without him having to do anything. He didn't seem to mind as he started to open his mouth and try to insert the feral's thick cock head into his mouth.

This one was much larger than the last. That canine cock spread his mouth open, Artie's head bobbing up and down as he was teeming with loads of pre almost immediately. Artie let out a muffled moan, letting out snorts from his nose. If he had to guess from his hands feeling about, this one had to be at least four feet long and thicker than the last one! He quivered in excitement. The vulpine's member spurted pre onto the slick stand, moving his head toward that feral statue prick to take more and more of it as the globs of pre assaulted his throat. He gulped hungrily, sucking along the head and stuffing foot after foot into his maw.

It didn't take long for this one to erupt like a volcano. With nuts that sagged toward the ground, Artie's maw and throat was filled within seconds of hot cum. Gallons upon gallons of the stuff spurted from that prick in one large rope, anything Artie couldn't suck hitting the stand and coating it in white. After a few seconds, Artie retreated, massaging his jaw as he watched that feral shaft throb and leak cum like a hose left on high pressure. As much as he wanted to treat that prick right, he had others to attend to, much bigger ones.

Artie traversed deeper into the temple, coming upon more and more statues sporting thick and leaky hard ons. He couldn't stop himself from drooling as he passed each one. The more he wanted to suck on one, he had to keep going. There were just a few statue poses that didn't seem to attract his attention. He didn't know why, but every time he visited this place, all the statues were always in different poses. He wasn't about to complain, though. As Artie made his way deeper, he needed to take a bit of the edge off to keep going further.

"Nnf...but which one...?" He muttered to himself.

Eventually, Artie came across a large statue sitting down on its stand with its legs spread like the first one, but this one sported something like a third leg. This one loomed over Artie at close to eight feet and thicker than he was tall. Artie huffed and panted at the sight of the towering pillar of meat, his face only coming up past the knot. The vulpine wrapped his arms around it, finding that his hands couldn't even meet from its sheer girth. Artie moaned contently, rubbing himself along the surface of that meaty obelisk, feet paws grinding against its knot. Artie licked and dragged his tongue along with his whole body, and once that thing started drooling pre cum, it rained down on him, coating the fox from head to toe. He eagerly frotted with such a looming tool, his own prick throbbing with need, small globs of pre splattering against the statue's cock. Compared to the monster in front of him, he was just barely a drop in the bucket, and it made it that much better for him. Worshipping such a massive tool that one could barely compare to made his body shudder out of pure lust.

He let out another groan, wrapping his legs around that massive dick and blowing his load on that monster. Artie was immediately shamed in seconds as the prick he was clinging to spurted rope after rope of thick cum, the stuff hitting the ground in large puddles. The stuff was much thicker and condensed than before. The weight of the stuff hung on Artie to the point it was difficult to keep hanging on that cock and slid off to admire the view. He took a look at the statue's endowment again and noticed that the furry black orbs it donned were noticeably smaller than the last one, but they seemed to contain so much more inside. Artie witnessed that huge pillar keep on erupting cum for what seemed like an hour. In the time, the Artie sat down, idly stroking and jerking himself.

"Oh, I got the others to deal with. Good time to have a break anyways, but gotta get moving." Artie said after getting up.

He walked carefully, making sure not to slip in the puddles of cum the statue had left. It was like wading through molasses, but much tastier. The stuff clung to his fur, but thankfully the fox had the foresight to make checkpoints with towels and a mini-shower to wash the stuff off. The last time he took the time to tend to everything in the temple, he had been washing cum out of his fur for weeks to come and the smell became unbearable. After reserving a few minutes to clean off the seed, Artie resumed his journey.

The fox soon came up on a new formation of statues afterwards. A set of stairs led up to the crotches of six statues all standing in a circle with one of their arms linked together. The true crux of the entre thing was what each statue was packing. Each statue had one hand on their members, each thick pillar at around sixteen feet each, the surface beneath the statues completely drenched in their loads of pre. Artie would have made a mad break for it, but he had to walk as carefully as possible to as not to slip on the drenched stairs and the floor. Once he finally made it up the stairs, Artie was put right in the center of those spurting dicks.

He lapped and kissed at the first head, his body coated with pre within seconds of putting himself right in the line of fire. He slurped and gulped down every delicious spurt, clinging to the first head with his entire body. With the other five mercilessly drowning him in that sticky liquid, Artie was essentially sticking to the one pillar he chose. He felt that sensitive surface pulse and ache in his grip, the fox grinding his face against the side of the enormous cockhead. Being assaulted at all angles, the small white fox had but no choice to deal and appease the six titans that surrounded him in an orgy of just pre. Artie fought the powerful ropes of the clear liquid, forcefully stuffing his head into that musky cockhead since there was more than enough space.

He wriggled his head around inside, his arms clinging to the sides of the shaft. He had his mouth and eyes closed, snorting from his nose. The warm, fleshy tunnel flexed and throbbed, veins around the surface of that titanic member throbbing alongside it. Artie lifted his legs, clinging to a cock for the second time today. From his constant wiggling and putting his head deeper into that member, it didn't take long for the fox to retreat his head and be blasted with a wave of cum rushing from that monolithic cock. He hit the surface under those massive members with a groan and gripped his head. He had a lot of work to do. It took him a while, but he eventually got all six of those looming pillars of knotted meat to be blowing cum, one after the other. The stand and the stairs were coated in nothing but white. Six, unending ropes spurted in random directions, coating the temple floors easily.

Kaji huffed and panted as he stood over his bathtub, rope after rope of cum jettisoning into it. The tub sink was turned on for a small flow of water to let the stuff go into the drain with ease, but he was forced to turn up the pressure with every load he was getting out. The hybrid clung to the edge of the tub with his hands, his prick just splattering cum onto the tiled walls and the tub. Ever since he'd gotten up this morning, he'd just been making a mess everywhere. Even if he wasn't hard, he was drooling pre cum to the point the constant leaking got him hard enough to orgasm, and then it just kept happening again and again. He just figured he was needlessly randy and could force it down, but the arousal would just happen in random peaks until he felt that he needed to blow.

"Just what the hell is going on?" he groaned to himself. Kaji thrust his cock into the air, the ropes of cum finally beginning to die down some. Relief washed over Kaji for a few moments before he felt his cock throb and rise up anew with ropes of pre cum splashing into the tub already full of cum. The hybrid let out not a lustful groan, but an annoyed one. Just who the heck was behind this? In any other situation, Kaji would have appreciated the constant arousal, but he'd been up for not even an hour and he wasn't able to get breakfast, brush his teeth or even shower. Maybe it'd die down later in the day?

Artie was left an absolute mess as he was constantly splattered with raining cum from above, keeping his mouth open to let every drop fall into his eager mouth. During the storm of seed, the fox couldn't help but start masturbating again right on the spot as he watched those pillars continue erupting with the sticky white liquid. Close to a dozen of sixteen foot monsters coating him with white while his several inch one was nothing but an ant compared to the titans and their overwhelming production. If he didn't know any better, he could be down there for hours, days even. He'd love to just watching each dick blow constantly with a powerful groan from their owner ringing into his ears.

The fox soon stood up an hour after each of those six members finished their orgasm. Artie cleaned himself of cum and made his way down the stairs carefully. The entire stand, the stairs and the floor that was in the direction of some of those cocks were absolutely drenched in white, giving the fox a good idea of where to go next and where to be careful so he didn't slip. Artie walked deeper into the temple and noticed that the statues and the cock sizes were getting almost exponentially larger. After the orgy from before, the fox seemed to be almost voracious. He needed something bigger to appease him. As he passed through the temple, he watched the shafts grow larger and larger. They went from twenty four feet to forty eight and so on. He needed to get to the altar, that's where the biggest one was. Artie couldn't help but grip his rear, that warm, puckered entrance slightly aching with desire.

It took him a while to get to the end of the altar. The fox's heat proved to be more of an annoyance than anything. The deeper he got into the temple, Artie couldn't hold it in. He'd used one of the 48 ft pillars attached to a statue that had been hugging the shaft gently. The arctic fox ground his rear against the head of that pillar and felt every powerful, aching throb it emitted. He'd been coated with pre right from the start and groaned as he felt the prick split him open with ease. The tiny fox, however, felt like it wasn't enough. The more he pushed himself along that beast, there was something nagging in his mind.

"Bigger...there's bigger, I know it." Artie reminded himself.

From there, he sought out to find the biggest one in the temple. Artie finally arrived at the one he'd been looking for. Once he reached the end of the temple, the arctic fox had confused it for one of the walls. When he touched it, he noticed it felt fleshy and warm to the touch. When he added pressure onto his hand, the entire thing let out a hefty throb. What he thought were stands were actually two nuts that were well over five times his width and taller than him by a good dozen feet. It was then that Artie looked up, and up, and up. Artie drooled, his boner coming back to life as he couldn't even get a full view. He moved back a few feet, noting the splayed and spread stone feet. Was there a statue back there? He couldn't see the torso, just the towering dick that covered everything in sight. It had to be hundreds of feet tall. If he couldn't even see the statue...Artie had found the one. The arctic fox made his way toward the monolith, finding a set of stairs behind it. The stairs went all the way up in a spiral formation. As Artie ascended higher and higher, he couldn't help but cling to the thick member among other things. He licked the side of it, rubbed his cock against it, every humongous throb racking his body. Eventually, Artie made it to the top. The temple didn't seem to have a ceiling and provided a view of the entire temple in its full glory.

The entire place was filled with statues upon statues equipped with large shafts in different poses and positions, either humanoid or feral. Artie could see the walls of the place and what looked like stained glass windows that belonged in a church along with large, detailed stone pillars that kept going up and up. Even the massive cock that he stood near didn't go that high. The rest of the temple behind the fox was obscured by the statue that this cock belonged to. After Artie arrived at the head, he got a full look at the statue. As usual, the statue was faceless, but the expression depicted someone racked with lust, their tongue sticking out and his hands gripping the enormous shaft as it stood to full attention. The white fox gripped what he could of that cock without damaging it and started to climb to the surface of that enormous pillar. Once he arrived at the head, he noted that enormous entrance of that thing. Regardless, the fox attempted to grind himself down on the side of it. It was virtually impossible to try and take hundreds, possibly several hundreds of feet of dick. But he'd damn well try.

Artie pushed his rear against the side of that monolithic head, feeling that puckered entrance flex as he spread his legs. Artie groaned, simply forcing himself to open further and wider across the entrance. The large statue's shaft seemed to comply, the fox's body racked to the bone as it quaked and pulsed. Artie looked down for a few moments and in a few seconds, he was completely blasted with several dozen gallons of pre cum. All of it slammed into him with immense force, coating him to the brim. Every blast seemed to do the trick for him as Artie groaned heavily, his eyes rolling back into his head. While he couldn't get that thing inside him, this was the next best thing. The statue's obelisk of cock shuddered and pulsed, gouts of pre simply erupting up into him. Every hit seemed to loosen up more and more until gallons of the sticky clear loads flowed into him easily. His stomach distended rapidly as the seconds ticked by, the titanic shaft's throbs making him moan all the more.

It took him a while, but the fox had somehow spread most of himself over that cockhead. Artie groaned in pain, every blast of pre making him moan shortly after in unbridled pleasure. The fox's stomach was teeming with sticky pre and he only wanted more. The fox soon got his wish. That shaft gave another enormous throb, like that of an earthquake. Artie sloshed and squirmed around that massive cockhead before everything went white, literally and figuratively. Artie let out one of the loudest, pleasurable yells of his life, his body overflowing with seed from the towering phallus below. He didn't know when he'd lost consciousness, but when he awoke, he found it incredibly difficult to move. His stomach had been filled to the absolute limit. The doming belly loomed over Artie as a sign of pride and his own lust. Once he was able to get himself up, he'd go back to town on this thing and try again. After all, he had the whole day to work with it. For now, he'd nap this off, and then get back to enjoying his day off.

Kaji grumbled as he sat on his toilet, legs spread and arms gripping his cock. He'd finally remembered the cause of his constant orgasm, but it was much too late. He patted and shuffled his nuts around, each orb around the size of two large melons. They both hit the ground a long time ago and he was slightly happy for that. They were hitting the cold part of the toilet before which made all of this so much worse than it should have been. The hybrid had finally found a way to keep on blowing without making the bathroom into an utter mess, but it seemed to be a temporary solution.

Kaji gave a grunt, followed by a pant as he unloaded into one of his condoms, the stretchy material overflowing with his seed. The head of it was wrapped over his cock, spurt after spurt making the gallons already in the thing slosh and move around heavily. If he wasn't careful, the thing would probably burst and make the other ones blow too. He glanced to the tub, the poor thing filled with well over several dozen over filled condoms. Each of them was about the size of a large beanbag chair and tied up so they wouldn't intrude on the little space he had left. His cock had grown well over five feet, leaving him with seven feet of dragon-canine cock to tend to and well over several hundred gallons of cum he had to dispose of later after this was over.

"Freaking Artie...gonna get him back for this. Why couldn't he have done this after I woke up?" Kaji grumbled to himself.

He just had to make that temple under his basement. Since the fox was so cock-addled, the hybrid saw it fit to create a place where he could live out his whims and Kaji himself would get some pleasure out of it whenever he had the chance. Sadly, it backfired on Kaji's side as he was stuck on the toilet for well over an hour, unloading into condoms until Artie planned on finishing his worshipping session. If he planned on finishing, that was. Kaji's fur was matted with sweat, every orgasm making him seize up and causing him to pant like mad afterwards. He considered himself lucky that the sink water was good enough to drink from, but he really didn't want to stay here all day.

Kaji let out another pant as the last of his orgasm finished. He quickly pried off the condom and tied it up, rolling it to the tub before sitting back down and grabbing another condom from his bathroom mirror. He bought an extra stretchy 64 pack of the stuff, and he'd already gone through close to half of them just through the morning. After stretching out the condom's head over his cock, the hybrid sat back and waited. He gave a small groan as his cock throbbed and erected back to life, ropes of pre already stretching the material. Within a few seconds, it was close to the size of a medicine ball and still going strong. Kaji panted and moaned heavily, his toes curled and hands keeping the condom straight so it wouldn't suddenly pop off. As much as he enjoyed this, Kaji gave himself a reminder to seal off that place at least for a good few days. Filling up his thirtieth condom of the day, he silently cursed Artie and his unbridled cock-lust.