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Chapter 7: Hunter's Checkup

Pages 165-200

"Hunter! You are filthy!" Sylvy admonished with a scowl.

"I... I...," Hunter stammered as her scent assaulted his senses.

"You need to go clean up and eat before we go. I have to go run a short errand. I will brush you out before we leave," Sylvy instructed with a glare.

"I... I...," Hunter continued to stammer as he attempted to ignore her scent, but it was impossible. How could he handle going anywhere with her, when she smelled like that? Why hadn't someone else noticed?

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"Put it back on so we can go into the store," Sylvy instructed impatiently as she struggled to hide her excitement.

"Do I have to? I feel silly with it," Hunter complained as he fiddled with the rope.

"Yes, I told you all carnivores or predatory pets must be leashed at most public places unless, certified by a trainer and dad is to damn cheap to pay for that," Sylvy explained once again. "I promise to buy you a nice collar and leash," she added but recognized quickly her statement did not make him feel any better. However, she knew what to do. She began to caress his ear and he began to calm down almost instantly. "I will give you a treat," she added as she licked her lips and stared at his pink flesh showing.

"Let's go," Hunter declared with a grumble as he slipped the rope around his neck. He knew the promise of a treat should have excited him, but her scent had already taken care of that. He had been fine while transport kept moving since he was allowed to ride in the open cargo area. However, once it stopped her scent threatened his sanity. He hopped out of the back of the transport and handed her the other end of his rope, while he hoped where they were going wasn't too far.

"I promise you will enjoy this," Sylvy swore as she gave him a pinch on his bottom to get him moving.

"There you are! I was beginning to... Holy shit! He is huge!" Clarisse declared as she examined the massive Canis specimen in a glance. Of course, it was that pink flesh protruding from his sheath, which she was most interested. However, she would take care of business first. "I... Well, I don't believe we even have any Canis apparel that will even come close to fit him... but I think we might have something in from the equestrian line that will fit. Of course, I don't know how it will look on him," she continued before she took him by the hand to lead him to where the equestrian styles were kept. However, her breath caught as she felt the dampness on his hand. She had to glance back to where he was still trying to cover his maleness with his other hand and was delighted to recognize the source of the dampness. It was everything she could do to restrain herself from licking her hand to get a quick taste of what she was sure she would have soon.

Sylvy was almost disappointed Clarisse actually wanted to look at apparel instead of playing with Hunter. However, she was most definitely disappointed in the choices available for Hunter. She became more excited as Hunter began to pick out pieces from poor selection. The selection seemed no more than leather harnesses. She barely said a word as Hunter picked out the thickest and toughest pieces of leather and began strapping them on himself. "Why do you like those?" she finally asked curiously.

"These are strong. I would be able to fit these with quite an assortment of weaponry," Hunter replied with little thought.

"What kind of weaponry do you think you are going to fit them with," Clarisse questioned with a grin.

"Every warrior should have at least one good functioning blade. However, I would love to find the time to fit a spear," Hunter answered with a frown as he began to think about his words. "I suppose a farmer has no use for such things," he added sadly.

"Well, maybe we can talk father into buying you a good knife. Every man should have one for emergencies," Sylvy declared with a grin as she tried to comfort him by rubbing his arm. She had heard her father make that very claim, when he had given Tyrell his first pocketknife. Of course, Tyrell never carried the thing... Tyrell wouldn't be caught without a personal device but he had no use for knives.

"You know if you were to register him with protective duties he would be eligible to carry all manner of weapons. I think we even had some free demo software around here, which you could use to register him. I will have Carl see if he can locate it after I complete his examination," Clarisse declared with anticipation.

"Yes, I think he looks... very handsome in a rugged way with that outfit," Sylvy agreed to get to the fun part of their visit.

Hunter had nearly forgotten about Sylvy's scent while he examined the items the other female Draconis showed him. He was surprised by how similar they were to what he had made himself. However, he didn't recognize what kind of leather from which it was made. Nevertheless, he liked the black color of the leather. However, once he was done her scent seemed to consume his thoughts as they led him to another room.

"Come here and let me get a good look at you," Clarisse instructed with a grin. It was everything she could do not to pant at the sight of the beast.

"Okay, I have the store closed," Carl called as he finished locking the front doors.

"Should we come back another time," Hunter offered nervously. He was sure the female was sizing him up for a meal.

"Holy shit... he is huge," Carl declared as he saw the beastly Canis for the first time. "He looks as fit as he is tall," he observed as he began to feel the monster's biceps.

"His collar is actually a belt from the rabbit wear," Clarisse said as she lifted his new loincloth, which was covering her prize. "Look at this," she said and was delighted as the creature stepped back shyly. "A shy puppy, are we?" she teased as she licked her lips.

"My gods, are you sure about this?" Carl questioned as he lifted the beasts loincloth for a peak of his own.

"Hunter, they call me Hunter," Hunter corrected as he backed away from the strange Draconis.

"Be nice Hunter," Sylvy instructed with a frown. "They just want to play with you," she tried to explain to calm him down a little. However, she could tell he was as confused as ever. "I think she would love it if you fed her a treat," she added with a wink as she moved closer to rub his ear to calm him down.

"Wha...," Hunter began to question before the strange female Draconis pounced on his maleness. He struggled to form any intelligent thought as she ran her long tongue around his throbbing shaft. "In front of... you want to watch...," he continued to protest as the female Draconis took a moment to remove his new loincloth covering his embarrassing member.

"Well, I can't give you a proper examination with you in this condition anyway," Clarisse, explained as she licked up the thin fluid dripping onto her muzzle.

"I think it is broken," Hunter admitted, as he felt flush.

"Please, Hunter," Sylvy begged with a pout.

"It doesn't appear broken from here," Carl offered with a chuckle.

"You should taste him," Clarisse suggested before she resumed her attention on that massive leaking flesh.

"Would you mind, if I did," Carl asked anxiously as he swallowed nervously. However, he could tell his mate's attention to the impressive creature's maleness had consumed his attention. "Hunter... Hunter... may I?" he nearly begged.

"I... I... should... aahhhgg... names?" Hunter stammered between moans of pleasure.

"My name is Carl...," he declared as he nearly dived to kneel beside his mate where his tongue joined hers as they wrapped their tongues around Hunter's leaking flesh.

"Her name is Clarisse," Sylvy introduced with a frown. She had thought she would enjoy this more than she was. However, for reasons she could not fathom, she was troubled.

"You had your taste," Clarisse chastised with a scowl before she took the length of Hunter's flesh into her mouth. She was nearly shocked at how much of him slid down her throat before her lips bumped against his huge glands. She didn't even notice the hurt look of her husband as she pushed him to the side to deny him any of her treat. He didn't even exist to her as she began to work her head up and down that tasty flesh. She was rewarded with a steady flow of that thin fluid which now began to spray deep in her throat in little spurts. However, she began to become concerned as she felt his meat throbbing deep in her throat. She was sure he was getting thicker. She couldn't take... Her thoughts shattered as the beast grasped her head and began thrusting into her frantically. It took all of her effort to stave off her panic as his glands pressed hard against her lips. She would never be able...

Sylvy slowly began to realize, she didn't like the way they were treating Hunter. They should have introduced themselves to him. They should have asked him. They should not... However, her thoughts were consumed as she watched Hunter grasped Clarisse by the head and began to thrust as if he intended to breed her mouth. She moved to the side without thought for a closer look while she watched in fascination. She was amazed as she noticed Clarisse's throat slightly expand to accommodate his thick member. However, she became concerned once she recognized tears forming at the corners of her closed eyes. It took her a moment to realize she couldn't take all of him into her mouth as she watched him grind that huge bulge at her lips. "Give me a hand," she instructed as she circled to around them. "We must help him finish. She can't take his glands into her mouth," she explained once she realized Carl had no idea what she wanted. She wrapped her hands around that bulge the best she could with her small hands and gave a small but firm squeeze. She was rewarded with a slight groan as Hunter pushed deep and his flesh jumped in her hands. She could hear Clarisse's desperate swallows as Hunter fed her his essence.

"It is so warm," Carl observed once he joined Sylvy in milking the oversized Canis of his puppy juice. However, his amazement turned to concern as a gush of seed erupted from her mouth and nose. He had never seen anything produce too much volume for his mate to handle.

Clarisse was grateful for the assistance as Hunter finally erupted deep in her throat. His semen was so warm in felt hot on her abused throat. However, she had never experienced such a strong thick stream as it threatened to drown her. She swallowed and swallowed until it seemed hopeless. She lost all track of time as she struggled to perform the single task of swallowing his seemingly endless supply of his sunk. She barely noticed when his throbbing meat slipped from her mouth to allow her to nearly collapse on the floor as she gasped for her breath. She couldn't believe it when she felt a few more streams of his hot seed as it splattered on her back and head.

"Is she okay?" Hunter asked nervously.

"I... I... you are amazing," Clarisse declared between gulps of air.

"And you taste so yummy," Carl offered as he used his tongue to clean his mate as the thick streams dwindled away.

"You did very well," Sylvy praised with a rub of his ear before she turned her attention to cleaning Hunter's maleness of any residual nectar with her tongue.

"Sylvy...," Hunter protested with a shudder at her attention.

"By the gods... he is nearly ready again," Carl exclaimed in disbelief after he finished cleaning his mate.

"It is broken," Hunter mumbled with a frown for his odd feelings.

"Help me up," Clarisse begged as she struggled to her feet.

Hunter was dumbfounded as the strange female bent over a heavy table and hiked her tale.

"Breed her good and hard," Carl encouraged enthusiastically as he stroked his aching member.

"I...I...," Hunter stammered as he licked his lips at the sight of her glistening womanhood and that round puckered tail hole.

"You can if you want," Sylvy offered as looked up into his confused eyes.

"I haven't tasted a female before," Hunter struggled to whisper as the tightness in his chest threatened to forbid his breaths.

"Yes, let me feel that rough tongue of yours," Clarisse begged with a wiggle of her rear at the large beast.

"Go ahead if you want," Sylvy encouraged with a grin as she tried to comfort Hunter by stroking his ear.

Hunter approached the strange blue female Draconis hesitantly as he sniffed at the wonderful scent of her sex. Her scent wasn't nearly as strong as Sylvy's was. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist pressing his snout against her flower as he inhaled deeply. His tongue darted out instinctively and he began to savor that tantalizing moistness seeping from her slit. He couldn't stop himself from running his tongue the length of her inner thighs to catch every drop before he drove his tongue into her depths. He wanted more of that wonderful taste. He paused briefly to spread the lips of her slit to peer into her pink depths as he watched more of her precious fluids leek forth, before he drove his tongue back into her. He drove his tongue as deep as he could while his nose pressed against her rosebud of a tail hole, before he folded it to drag out more of that luscious nectar. Her scent and flavor had driven him mad with lust for more. He didn't notice or care as she began to grind her tail hole across his nose while her hips bucked and she wailed in her thralls of delight.

Clarisse wanted him to stuff his huge member into her aching slit. However, his words had trickled past memories in her head. She could remember vaguely of past encounters with other Canis specimens. Her lust-filled mind recalled their rough tongue and she wanted to feel his rough tongue deep within the folds of her sex, before he filled her need with his seed. She was willing to beg for it and she did just that, before the beast obliged her lusts. She grew impatient as he lapped at her juices, but failed to complain as his rough tongue slid across her swollen clitoris. She could barely form thoughts as his huge tongue slid from her slit to her tail hole. "Oh..., gods..., "she rambled as his rough tongue finally plunged into her depths. The beast had no skill or experience with that tongue, but he made up for it with lustful enthusiasm as he pressed his muzzle against her sex forcefully to gather her nectar. She barely recognized the feeling of his wide tongue folding upon itself deep inside her to gather her essence for that wonderful beast's pleasure. She could hear moans and wails of delight, but her clouded mind never recognized it came from her own sore throat.

Sylvy felt her heart race as she realized she was about to see what she had lusted to witness with her deepest desire. She was going to see what Hunter could do with his gorgeous manhood. However, his words had triggered a new desire. Yes, she wanted to see what he would do with his tongue as well. She wanted to know what she could expect... what she could do with him. She barely recognized his statement as a request for permission. However, her lust-filled mind struggled to understand his hesitance, nor was she capable to recognize her encouragement as she stroked his ear tenderly. She went with him as he approached Clarisse hesitantly. She continued to pet his wonderful head and ears while she whispered her words of encouragement into his ear as he began to lick at her tenderly. "You are such a good boy, Hunter... taste her... lick her slit," she continued to encourage. However, her words trailed off into a mumble as Hunter drove his tongue into her depths. She was amazed as his wide tongue spread her lips and came out curled up and filled with her fluids. If she wasn't so mesmerized, she would have tried to join him, but his huge head was pressed hard against Clarisse's round rump denying her any access. It was Clarisse's wails, which had broken her spell and brought her back to reality. She continued to struggle to form thought as she watched Clarisse's hips buck as she ground her tail hole against his nose, but it was those fluids, which seemed flow in gushes from her slit that made her mouth salivate. "Hunter... Hunter...," she breathed heavily as she tried to pull his head away from the now limp and whimpering Clarisse.

Hunter felt the tugging on his head as he continued to lap at the delicious desert in front of him. However, it was Sylvy's voice, which called to him heart and soul. He struggled to open his eyes to see her looking at him with the strangest look. He didn't know if he had done something wrong, but her eyes made him feel ashamed for reasons he could not fathom. Nevertheless, his shame melted quickly as she drove her tongue between his lips and he nearly cried as his heart soared.

"I am so proud of you, Hunter," Sylvy whispered as she held on to his thick neck once she forced herself to break off her kiss. His tongue felt so strange and wonderfully rough. The taste of Clarisse was just a bonus. However, it was nothing compared to the feeling of his strong arms as they threatened to squeeze the life from her, while he returned her embrace. "I think it is time for you to breed her. Make her your bitch," she instructed with a whisper into his ear as she glanced at the still limp Clarisse laying across the heavy table. However, she could swear she saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes as he looked at her longingly. "I can't Hunter... you are too big for me," she nearly cried in his ear. She could see his sadness. "Go take your pleasure and think of me," she whispered once she realized she did wish it was her lying across that table. Nevertheless, she did move as he stood behind Clarisse with his huge swollen manhood hanging between his legs. She knew at that moment she could never handle... no... one day when she was older... when she was more experienced she would know what it meant to be his bitch. Nevertheless, she decided she would not deny him his needs until then as she held his heavy meat in her hand and lined it up with Clarisse's still dripping and quivering slit.

Clarisse was grateful for the interruption as she tried to catch her breath, while her muscles continued to twitch and contract. However, it didn't last long enough. She felt his warmth at her entrance, which forced her to look over her shoulder at him. "Wait...aaahhhh," she cried as he buried the length of his hot meat into her, which sent the muscles of her already tired passage into a frenzy as the contracted franticly on the intrusion. She fought for her senses as he pounded that thing into her franticly. However, she knew the only thing coming out of her mouth was gibberish as she moaned and wailed at the pain and pleasure of having his huge rod of fiery heat jack hammered into her depths. She didn't even attempt to stifle her screams as the tip of his throbbing meat began to force its way past the opening to her womb. She was sure she was slowly being torn as he stretched her wide for that round bulge at the base of his rod as it began to enter her. However, she didn't care anymore. She actually wanted him to impale her. She wanted him to fill her. She couldn't even feel her muscles contracting any longer as he began to grind those massive glands at her entrance. "Breed me," she begged with a whimper as her arms and legs dangled limply over the edge of the table. She nearly begged him to stop but she couldn't. Then when he did stop, she nearly begged him to finish what he had started. However, his powerful hands just lifted her off the table to reposition her onto her back. She wanted to protest but no words escaped her lips as he pushed her legs forward and straddled her tail. She barely managed a groan as he slipped his leaking meat back into her slit where he resumed his assault on her sore passage. She could feel his oversize testicles slapping her tail hole as he thrust into her. Then they would be ground into her tail hole as he tried to work those massive glands into her aching entrance. Then with one last brutal thrust and a savage grind, he finally forced his way into her. She no longer had the strength to protest, whimper, or cry. She just laid there while he began to fill her with his hot semen. She could barely feel her muscles contracting to milk him of his essence as she closed her eyes and breathed deep with a sigh of satisfaction. Nevertheless, her feeling of satisfaction was short lived as she began to feel a new sensation. Her belly felt full as she had never felt as he filled her womb with his fiery spunk. She began worry as her discomfort grew. Then with a thrust of his hips driving his bulging pulsing glands even deeper into her depths, a stream of his seed sprayed from her sore slit releasing some of the pressure. She was almost disappointed; until he pulled back, which tightly sealed off her entrance, once again. She could feel that heat spraying deep inside her again until the pressure was sure to rupture her when he thrust once again. Her body was spent when it convulsed one last time to milk more of his steaming essence before her eyes closed in her exhaustion.

Sylvy thought she had been prepared for this visit, but she hadn't. She was confident she wanted to see this, but what she witnessed frightened her. She had barely lined Hunter's maleness with Clarisse's slit, before he pushed forward. She was still kneeling at Clarisse's rump as his dripping meat parted her lips and entered her. She licked her lips as she waited for him to begin to push further into her. However, she never expected him to thrust into her with such force. She gasped as poor Clarisse's rump was raised from the sturdy table with the impact. Even more frightening was the speed of his withdrawal and return thrust. She could feel his trusts through the vibrations of the floor as he pounded into her. She was sure the table would give way at any moment but it continued to stand. Clarisse's cries and wails nearly caused her to panic while Hunter continued to plunge his meat into her. Nevertheless, she knelt their motionless as she watched him begin grind his glands against her straining slit. Then he would withdraw to slam into her once again, which now caused a slapping noise as their bodies met. She was so disappointed when Hunter stopped his brutal thrusting to reposition Clarisse. Sylvy managed to rise to her feet while she pushed her panties down from under her skirt while he was repositioning Clarisse. She barely had time enough to kick them to the floor before Hunter resumed his thrusting into the poor whimpering Clarisse. Her hands dug desperately at her own slit while her legs struggled to function properly. She resorted to leaning over the table herself as her fingers worked in and out of her young tight passage. She felt her fluids begin to gush forth as her knees buckled almost immediately. She never even noticed she had rested her head on Clarisse's belly while she tried not to miss watching one single thrust or grind as Hunter continued to work his glands into the stretched opening. However, she could not miss feeling Hunter's huge pole, as it seemed to strike something deep inside Clarisse. It was then she realized she could see her belly distend slightly with every thrust of that massive intruder.

Carl was more jealous than he was angry as his mate selfishly horded Hunter's tasty flesh from him. However, he did not complain. He would be punished if he complained, but sometimes that was just as much fun. Nevertheless, they did have an agreement and Hunter was to be for her. It was not his turn. This was not about him and he was as jealous as he was relieved as the scene before him unfolded. He knew he was smiling like a fool as Hunter made her beg and whimper as he had so often done for her. However, his meat was beginning to throb painfully as time passed. He needed to release, but to release without her permission was not forgiven easily. It was the sight of Sylvy as her fluids began to gush from her slit as she worked her fingers feverishly while she lay over his mate that broke his will. He literally cried as he dove for her treasure. He worked his tongue frantically into her depths to fill his need for more of her nectar. He was so close to release when a low growl nearly made him lose control of his bowels. However, Hunter was not growling at him. He was sure the beast was growling as he filled his mate with his puppy juice. Nevertheless, some of his focus had returned. He needed to remember he was in the room with the most loyal of the lesser species and he was playing with its owner. He resumed his tasting of Sylvy, but he was too nervous to enjoy it as he had before while he tried to keep one eye on Hunter. His efforts to be aware of Hunter shattered, once she began to gush forth her nectar over his tongue. He continued to lap up her flavor until his tongue ached as much as his neglected manhood. However, it was Hunter's grunts and the squelching and splattering noises, which finally drew his attention back to his mate.

"Is... uuuhhhg... she... uuuhhg... okay...?" Hunter questioned with concern between jumps of his flesh as he continued to fill the poor female with his seed.

"She is passed out... damn that is impressive," Carl declared before he scrambled onto the table above his mate. He was sure he would pay for this but he couldn't resist. He leaned over and thrust his aching manhood down her throat. He was delighted when she barely struggled before she started swallowing him. He wasted no time as he started to thrust in and out of her muzzle as she moaned and groaned. However, he did not last long as he exploded into to her throat. Nevertheless, it didn't stop him from enjoying it while he could. Then to his shock, he felt a tongue plunge into his twitching tail hole, which threatened to drive him mad as it renewed his efforts to fill his mate's stomach. He was sure it hadn't last as long as it seemed but he was pleased nevertheless. He even took a moment to wipe the last few drops of his seed onto her muzzled while her head rolled back and forth while she continued to moan.

Sylvy couldn't believe it when she saw what Carl was doing. Then again, she couldn't believe she could still feel Hunter's manhood as it twitched deep inside of Clarisse. However, was that any more unbelievable as she could swear she felt the heavy stream of his essence, which would follow a throb of his flesh as he filled his bitch. She really doubted it. No one would ever believe her if she ever breathed a word of this. Of course, she would never be able to tell anyone... Carl's grunts as he filled his mate's mouth with his lust shattered her thoughts. She turned her head in time to see Carl's tail hole tighten and clench as he began to release his pent up tension. She couldn't resist as she plunged her tongue into his twitching hole in front of her face, which to her delight caused him to thrust into poor Clarisse franticly. She was nearly disappointed as Carl wiped his shrinking member on his mate's face before he climbed off the table. She was sure the show was over before she heard something new to draw her attention back to Hunter. The sight of his seed as it sprayed onto his well defined belly as it escaped the pressure built up inside of Clarisse was enough to take her breath away once again. "Carl, do you want to help me with this?" she offered as she began to lick up Hunter's tasty seed. She didn't even bother to stifle her giggle as Carl scrambled around the table to help her lick up the mess as it spewed from his mate.

Hunter released as sigh of relief as his shrinking maleness finally shrank enough to slide from the strange female Draconis. However, he was surprised by how much of his essence flowed from her swollen and sore looking slit, before he bent to join Sylvy and the other Draconis in licking her clean.

"By the gods and Petra, that was unbelievable," Clarisse mumbled as her head swam in confusion while her sore hole continued to twitch as they continued to lick at the hot spunk leaking from her.

Carl couldn't believe how wonderful Hunter's seed tasted as it flowed from his mate's gaping slit and ran across her tail hole. He continued to lick her clean as Hunter finally moved off while Sylvy latched onto him to clean him. He moved to take Hunter's place as he straddled her tail and shoved his tongue deep into her puckered rosebud. He was delighted when it caused her muscles to begin to contract once again and rewarding him with more of Hunter's tasty nectar. His heart raced as his member began to respond. This time he didn't even hesitate as he stood and placed his throbbing pole at her tight tail hole. He didn't go slowly or easy as he plunged into her bowels as hard as he could. He thrust into her, while he watched her slit gush forth Hunter's seed. He forced his glands past that tight ring of muscles and he was rewarded with his mate's moans. He waited until he had swollen to his limit and was on the verge of exploding inside of her tight passage before he pulled out forcefully. It wasn't easy and it hurt. However, he was sure it hurt her as much as it hurt him by her renewed whimpers. He would thrust back in and ground against her entrance until his swollen glands popped back inside that tight ring of muscles. He continued until there was hardly any resistance from her tired and stretched muscles, before he plunged in deep where he planted his remaining seed with a satisfied grin. He had no idea what she would do to him once she was aware of what he had done and was planning but it would be worth it.

Hunter let Sylvy kneel before him as she cleaned him with her tongue, but when he felt he was clean enough, he lifted her to her feet where he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her. "Thank you... I needed this... I have felt so strangely... I feel better," he tried to explain awkwardly as he held her in his arms.

"One day I will make you mine," Sylvy promised as she returned his embrace. However, it was Clarisse's groans, which drew her attention back to the poor woman lying across the heavy table. She just smiled as she watched Carl pumping into his mate's tail hole. A slight dampness on her belly drew her attention back to Hunter who was watching intently, while his meat leaked onto her. How the man could be ready to go again so soon was beyond her imagination.

"Does that...," Hunter began to ask until he realized how stupid his question sounded as Carl's grunts answered his question for him.

"Would you like to try it?" Sylvy asked as she studied Hunter and his growing maleness. She didn't receive an answer, but she didn't need one. She already knew. She took him by the hand and gently pulled him back to the table where Clarisse laid with her legs spread limply.

"Yes, Hunter, breed her tight tail hole," Carl encouraged with a grin.

"Wait," Sylvy instructed to stop Hunter as he straddled Clarisse's tail and rubbed his leaking meat across her tail hole, which now had Carl's seed dripping from it. "Be a proper gentleman and prepare your bitch before you mount her," she added before she gently guided his nose to her rosebud. She smiled as he began as before with gentle and hesitant licks around her puckered hole. Then with a squeal from Clarisse, he plunged his tongue deep into her bowels.

Clarisse couldn't understand what had happened to her as her foggy mind struggled to clear. Her slit still throbbed as painfully as it was to her delight. She had never experienced anything close to what she just had. She felt so sore and yet so satisfied. She knew someone's tongue was exploring her bowels and she suspected it was her husband. This was as common of a punishment for him as was the abuse of his tail hole. However, she was confused when she was denied the pleasure of his tongue and it was replaced with his much larger male member. However, she didn't have the strength to protest his transgression. She would remember it and punish him severely later. However, her anger heated as she felt him finish deep within her bowels without her permission. She would punish his tail hole twice as hard as usual for this. She didn't even have a chance to... her thoughts shattered with a squeal as another tongue violated her tight tail hole. She knew this rough tongue. She had felt it before and it was as wonderful in her tail hole as it had been in her now aching slit. She was sure it had only taken her moments before her body renewed its contractions as her tail hole squeezed that wonderful tongue. She couldn't stop the moans and squeals of delight as her hips bucked and ground her throbbing hole onto his rough tongue. However, she began to panic as those strong hands lifted her to reposition her so she lay on her belly once again. She found little strength to wriggle as those hands seized her by her hips. She could feel that hot rod as it slid across her tail hole and she nearly whimpered as she instinctively raised her tail for him. Then without warning or delay, it plunged deep into her puckered hole. She found plenty of strength as his huge pole tore her apart. She clawed with hands and feet to be away from him, as her tail hole seemed to burn with fire. However, it was pointless. His strong hands held her as he pounded deep into her bowels. Her arms collapsed and her legs hung limply as she accepted her fait at dying by being ripped apart by Canis cock. "Aaauugg... aaauugghhh...," she screamed as her sore muscles clenched in another climax. She lost all sense of time as he continued to pound her tail hole mercilessly. She didn't even struggle when she felt those huge glands as he started to grind them against her opening. She was sure she would never stretch enough to accommodate him, but she found herself pushing back into his thrusts. She wanted him to breed her tail hole as much as she had ever wanted anything else. "Breed me... breed... aauuhh," she begged between his powerful thrusts. She had never found so much pleasure in pain as she did at the moment his glands finally slid inside of her ruined hole. She tried to squeeze down on him. "Aaahhhg," she cried out as he withdrew his hot flesh from her aching hole. She continued to cry out as he thrust those glands in and out of her. She was sure he was actually getting thicker with every thrust, until he was finally unable to pull out of her. "Hhhmmm," she moaned as his throbbing hot flesh jerked deep inside her as she was rewarded with a thick hot stream of his seed. "F...f... fill... me," she begged as stream after stream sprayed into the depths of her bowels. She never even realized her hips had begun to buck and grind as every spray of his essence gave her wave after wave of ecstasy. She couldn't believe he had so much to give, but didn't recognize her words as she encouraged him to fill her.

"I will... not... uumm... last long," Hunter declared with a frown. He wanted to do as the strange Draconis female requested but he could already feel the streams from his flesh dwindling. However, the sight of Carl stroking his manhood as he watched gave him an idea. "Please... help... me," he begged as he looked at the man.

"But what would you have me do?" Carl questioned with a frown.

"Mount... uuhhmm... me," Hunter replied as he continued to gasp between throbs from his maleness.

Carl was dumbfounded by the request, but the phase passed quickly. He dove behind the huge Canis and plunged his tongue deep into that puckering and tightening tail hole. He tried to prepare Hunter as fast as he could before the man came to his senses or changed his mind.

"Yes... that... is... aaaahhh...," Hunter tried to explain until the man buried his throbbing flesh into his nearly dry tail hole. It hurt more than he remembered, but he didn't care. It was working. He found himself thrusting and bucking back into the man's thrusts while Clarisse nearly screamed as her climax renewed its strength in milking his seed from his meat. He was in heaven as is throbbing meat begun to ache. He was sure he was still not going to last, very long, until he watched Sylvy scramble to the table and spread her legs under Clarisse's mouth. The sight of that wonderfully tight slit was enough to drive him mad. He was able to watch Clarisse's tongue slide in and out of her flower and found the motivation to drive his aching meat hard to force her muzzle into Sylvy. He continued pounding and thrusting madly until he heard Sylvy's moans as her nectar spilled out onto Clarisse's muzzle. It was followed shortly by Carl's grunts as he felt the man filling his tail hole with his seed. Finally spent Hunter nearly collapsed on top of Clarisse. He never realized his tongue had joined Clarisse's as they both lapped up Sylvy's strong tasting fluids. However, he was aware of it when Clarisse abandoned that wonderful slit to plunge her tongue into that young tight tail hole. He watched momentarily with envy before Sylvy's strong scent drew his tongue back to her beautiful slit. He continue to delve his tongue deep to reach her flavor until another stream sprayed directly into his mouth, while she seemed to scream in pleasure. However, he finally stopped delving deep into her to kiss her sex gently with his tongue after she seemed to go limp with the occasional moan and twitch. It was surprising to feel Carl slide from his now dripping tail hole.

"By the love of Petra, you are still cumming?" Carl questioned in disbelief.

"I don't know if... there is so little... left," Hunter answered between the trickles leaving him. However, he still held his shrinking flesh deep inside of Clarisse who seemed intent on milking every drop from him. "She is quite remarkable to... keep doing that... to me," he observed but realized he really had nothing in which to compare. He slowly let his flesh slide free of her and was amazed by how much flowed from her gaping and twitching holes. He bent as he stepped back to begin his duty of cleaning her.

"Please let me," Carl begged as he tried to nudge Hunter to the side.

"Help me down, so I can clean you up," Sylvy begged between ragged breaths.

Hunter was delighted by Sylvy's attention despite how sensitive and sore his flesh had become. However, he was startled as she directed him to bend over the table. Nevertheless, he complied reluctantly. "Uuummm," he moaned as he felt her tongue enter his tail hole. He had forgotten about Carl's mess, and somehow it excited him even more to have someone as gorgeous as Sylvy cleaning out his messy tail hole.

"You have been a bad boy," Clarisse declared as she looked back over her shoulder at her husband who was dutifully but gently cleaning her abused holes. "As soon as you have me clean, you will give Hunter his shots and his examination," she ordered as thoughts of his punishment began to form in her head.

"Yes... dear...," Carl accepted eagerly as he continued to lap up Hunter's strong but tasty seed.

***

"You seem as healthy as... well; let's just say I am impressed. Here is that software Clarisse promised and the largest bottle of those vitamin supplements we have," Carl declared as he finished his examination of Hunter, while Sylvy sat on his lap and fondled his oversized testicles. He had never seen or heard of any Canis specimen such as Hunter. He was an anomaly he couldn't explain. "Do you know why you are not registered?" he asked curiously.

"From what I understand, the samples submitted were rejected," Hunter answered honestly.

"That is so strange. I wonder..." Carl began before he was interrupted.

"Can you come here for a minute, honey?" Clarisse requested from the other room.

"Excuse me for a moment," Carl said before he left the room.

Hunter sat patiently while Sylvy sat on his lap and fondled his manhood playfully, but her scent still bothered him. It still made his mouth water. He could swear he could nearly taste her sex in the air. He knew he would have to stop her soon as he was starting to become aroused once again and he couldn't ask poor Clarisse to do more than she already had. The poor woman was having trouble walking when he had seen her last and was still dripping his seed from both her slit and tail hole. He felt bad about that. He hoped she did get to feeling better. Of course, he hoped he hadn't permanently damaged her either. He still didn't understand why she had thanked and praised him as she had though. Hell, she couldn't even close her swollen tail hole and she seemed delighted by it. He really needed to look up a download for mating habits so he could understand better. "Do you suppose he is coming back?" Hunter asked before his ears perked at the grunting sounds coming from the other room.

"Oh, we have got to see what they are doing," Sylvy, declared as she leapt from Hunter's lap to the floor.

Hunter followed her as she drug him by the hand to peek into the next room and what he saw amazed him. Carl was tied up and suspended in some sort of contraption which hung from the ceiling, while Clarisse stood... no... she wore a strange device herself... and she was thrusting her hips violently as the thing slammed deep into Carl's tail hole.

"Perfect timing," Clarisse declared with a grin. "Hunter, would you mind helping me punish Carl?" she asked with a wicked grin.

"I have no wish to harm him," Hunter protested nervously. He was grateful for the woman's help but he would not hurt the poor man.

"Oh, I don't wish you to harm him. I am sure what I have in mind will hurt him but not harm him. Besides he wishes you to help," Clarisse explained as she continued to thrust her favorite toy deep into her disobedient and grunting husband.

"Yes, please," Carl, begged as he noticed pink flesh begin peak out of that hairy sheath.

"What do you want me to do?" Hunter offered without even realizing Sylvy had begun stroking the length of his manhood to coax it from his covering.

"I do believe she already knows what to do," Clarisse observed before she swatted Carl across his buttocks and scolded him for speaking without permission.

Hunter followed Sylvy who now led him by his manhood until he came to stand in front of Carl's open mouth.

"Don't be easy with him either," Clarisse, instructed Hunter who didn't seem to understand what was required of him yet. However, it was short lived. She was delighted as she watched Sylvy push Hunter's growing manhood between her husband's lips and almost immediately, Hunter began to thrust. She found renewed energy to abuse her husband's tail hole brutally as she watched Hunter's massive flesh expand her husband's throat. His moans and groans as she and Hunter thrust caused her sore slit begin to leak even more of her juices, which flushed out more of Hunter's seed. However, it was the sight of Hunter's glands sliding past her husband's lips, which sent her into another climax. She could hear her husband's swallows over Hunter's grunts as she watched wave after wave of his seed escape her husband's expanded cheeks. How in the hell her husband managed to get that thing in his mouth was beyond her. She had really wanted to see Hunter to pound her husband's face hard, but she could not make that request now. She didn't want her husband to end up with a broken jaw. She would have to come up with something else to punish him since this had not worked out exactly as she had pictured.

"Easy Hunter... I think you should save some of that," Sylvy suggested with a grin for Clarisse.

"Yes, please do," Clarisse, begged as she continued to pound her husband's tail hole. She had better have him stretched as much as she could if she wanted that to happen.

"He will... not... let... go," Hunter complained as the man continued to squeeze his glands with his talented tongue.

"You let go of him right now," Clarisse scolded as she swatted her husband across his leaking and throbbing manhood with her tail.

"I... I... think... it will... stop... soon," Hunter explained once his flesh was free.

Sylvy still had a hard time believing the amount that came out of that amazing pink hunk of meat of Hunter's as she watched stream after stream splatter across Carl's face, neck, and chest. She couldn't help but scoop a few handfuls and dump them into Carl's mouth.

"Can you take over here?" Clarisse questioned as she watched his shrinking member.

"It may be better if we wait just a little longer," Hunter suggested as his flesh began to slip back into its home. "There we go," he declared with a grin as he stepped over to a now frowning Clarisse. He waited for her to step away before he stepped over Carl's dangling tail to place the tip of his sheath against the man's gaping and twitching tail hole. He waited until Carl lifted his head to watch before he thrust into the man. Then he didn't stop... nor was he easy. He thrust as hard as he ever had. He was rougher than he intended to be but it was necessary. He needed to be rough with that stupid hanging contraption giving away as it did. However, he was able to plunge his entire length into Carl on his first thrust. Then he continued to thrust as he flesh began to lengthen and thicken with every throb. His glands were able to pass in and out of that ring of muscles at the entrance of the man's tail hole easily... at first. However, it became more difficult with every thrust, until the man was crying out with every passage of his glands through that opening. He finally figured out to use his hands on Carl's waist to increase the force as he swung him on the contraption to meet his thrusts. Soon after that, the noises from Carl were intelligible. "I think he is ready to pop," Hunter observed as he eyed Carl's throbbing meat, which jerked, with every one of his thrusts.

"Pull out for one second," Clarisse instructed and was pleased when Hunter obliged. "Now, go for it," she demanded after placing a small tube in her husband's gaping hole. She almost giggled at the sight of her husband's hole now that Hunter had simply destroyed it. However, her own fingers found their way to her still sore tail hole and she barely suppressed a winch as her fingers explored her sore and leaking, but more importantly still gaping hole. "Breed him," she instructed once she realized Hunter hadn't resumed his duty. However, she nearly gasped as Hunter began to thrust into her husband with a renewed vigor. She was still standing there staring in a daze when he finally began to grunt and groan while his massive member remained buried deep inside her husband's bowels. She barely had time to thrust the end of the tube into her husband's mouth before Hunter's seed began drip from the end of the tube. "You fill him good," she encouraged as she rubbed Hunter's tail hole. "Sylvy... do you mind motivating him?" she asked with a grin as her husband began to swallow Hunter's seed, which seemed to be flowing rather well through the tube. She hadn't actually been too sure it would work. Her memories of how much pressure had built up inside of her made her drool as she watched Hunter continue to pump into her husband's ruined tail hole. However, she was sure she could do one more thing.

Sylvy heard Clarisse's request but wasn't too sure what to do at first. Then she remembered her first visit here as well as Hunter's request to be mounted earlier. She reluctantly left her vantage point to watch Hunter's meat throb and swell as it continued to fill Carl's stretched tail hole to kneel behind him, where she began to work her tongue into his bowels once again. She found the sensation of that ring of muscles of his tail hole on her tongue as erotic as it was disturbing. She began to push her tongue deeper and deeper as Hunter groaned and ground his flesh into Carl above her. She hesitated for just a moment while she licked the end of her long tail and plunged it down her throat to prepare it for his hole. Then without warning, she plunged it into his depths. She couldn't resist trying to work her tongue into his hole as well as she began to work her tail in and out of him as brutally as she dared. She was encouraged as Hunter's moans became louder and he hips bucked spastically, while Carl began to wail and whimper.

Hunter was as puzzled by Clarisse's instructions to Sylvy as he was by her actions. He watched Clarisse climb up on top of her husband until she was able to strap or tangle herself in the same rigging. However, she was suspended high above him. He was distracted once he felt Sylvy's tongue enter his tail hole as it had before and it caused more of his essence to flood from his flesh, which was slowly beginning to ache once again. However, it was what he was sure was Sylvy's tail that was thrust into his depths that made him nearly cry out as his eyes slammed shut with a wince of pain. This hurt more than it had previously. He nearly wondered how much of her tail was now working its way in and out of his hole, which was growing sore rather quickly. He never even noticed his body had already begun to respond to this stimulus as his hips pushed back into her thrusts, but he did recognize the scent of what bumped into his nose causing his tongue to dart out of his mouth. He was rewarded with Clarisse's taste mixed with his own seed, which still leaked from deep within her. He wasted no time to seize her by her waist to force his muzzle against her raised tail as he plunged his tongue into her depths to lap up her juices. It didn't take long before he was rewarded for his efforts as she gushed forth a heavy stream into his mouth. However, this caused large amounts of his seed to flow from her spasming tail hole. He didn't need to think about it... His tongue began to plunge into her gaping, swollen, puckered hole to reach more of that wonderful flavor and was rewarded by more squeals of delight as she continued to writher in the strange contraption and gush forth her nectar. Hunter licked and swallowed until his tongue seemed numb. It was only then he realized everyone else seemed to have gone limp. He hadn't even noticed Sylvy's tail had slipped from his now aching tail hole. He stepped back hesitantly to allow his shrunken member to slide from Carl who seemed delirious. He was surprised by how much of his seed poured from the man's ruined hole to pool on the floor. However, it wasn't as surprising how much seed covered the man's chest and face. He hadn't done all of that. Most of his seed had been force through the small tube by the built up pressure. It took him a moment to realize it had been Carl's seed. Yes, he had done well. He was sure the man would be pleased if he had produced that much. He looked around as he surveyed the room. It appeared everyone was well sated. Sylvy panted heavily as she lay on the floor and he could see Carl's long tail glistening close by her. Yes, it was only fair for her to receive some attention even if he was unable to do it himself. Never the less, he would clean her first.

***

"I gave you another bottle of those vitamin supplements, since they seem to work so well for you," Clarisse explained as she showed their new friends to the door.

"What are these for... really?" Hunter questioned with a frown.

"Well, they are generally sold to breeders. It is supposed to help produce healthier semen samples and increase volume," Clarisse answered reluctantly. "You do not have to take them but if you wouldn't mind taking them once a day for a week before you come back to visit, I... we would appreciate it," she added with a grin.

"Once a day... I have been taking them every time I eat," Hunter exclaimed.

"I said to take them with your dinner," Sylvy scolded with a frown.

"Yes, dinner... when I eat," Hunter repeated with a frown.

"Oh, that is too funny. Those are of the largest dosage available on the market. They are meant to be fed to cattle," Clarisse said once she could manage to stop laughing.

"To much will not hurt him will it?" Sylvy questioned with concern.

"No, he was just pass what his body can't absorb, but one a day should be sufficient," Clarisse answered as she struggled to stifle her snickers. She was relieved when both Sylvy and Hunter seemed to be satisfied with her answers and not upset by their slight deception. She pinched Hunter's rump once more as he passed through the open door and gave him a wink.

"I hope he can walk better soon," Hunter said again with concern for poor Carl who looked rather peculiar while he tried to walk once he was released from the strange contraption.

"He will be fine. Now, let's get a move on. Daddy will wonder what took us so long as it is," Sylvy urged as she tugged on Hunter's new leash.

"I am coming," Hunter replied with a sigh for the silly device.

Clarisse watched them leave before she turned on her shuffling husband. "Find the number associated with that account. I need to call her mother," she instructed as she pushed him towards the office. However, she took a moment to watch him waddle along while he left a trail of Hunter's seed, which still flowed from the depths of his bowels. She was convinced she would be able to savor that wonderful seed until morning at this rate and she wouldn't care how sore her husband's tail hole was either. Of course, if she knew him, he would be begging to have her tongue in him by the time she finished contacting Sylvy's mother.