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No real dreams came to Tyler, though his sleep was deeper and more contented than in quite a while. Instead, vague images and sensations drifted through him, melting from one into the other, connected more by the way they made him feel than by any single narrative. Warmth, suffocating but content. A shuddering touch between surfaces, one glazed with moisture. Curving lines that seemed to sway and twist and curl into a hundred shapes, all of them perfect. Tender murmurs, layered over with a fond giggle, and on top of that unsteady panting, and still atop that, high, faltering moans. The heave and lurch of moving, rapidly back and forth, just on the verge of growing dizzy. And threading through it all, a wonderful scent...

A lingering chill in his back, so out of place, finally pulled Tyler from his slumber, blinking fuzzily. For a moment, before memory came together, the husky pup was confused as to where he was, but there was no instant of concern or fear. He knew he was somewhere safe, deep down. The soft, warm fur under his belly, slowly rising and falling with a deep, hollow rush of wind, occasionally giving a distant gurgle, was an exquisite bed. The gown draped across his back was more than enough of a blanket. There was, however, one thing he did not remember going to sleep with.

Hot, naked flesh snuggled between his cheeks, pinning him rather firmly in place under its weight and nudging his tail to one side. More than that, his slightest shift stirred a precarious puddle of juices in the small of his back, warm in the middle but gradually cooling around the edges. Frowning sleepily, the canine shifted to twist one arm back, fumbling around to feel out what was getting him so wet. His fingers traced the small pool a moment, until a thick, warm droplet fell on his wrist. He raised his paw just a little, and it spread around a broad curve of hot flesh, the same as was wedged between his cheeks, looming well over his back. It was pulling the gown taut over him in a tent, and the tip was dripping warm juices down on him until the excess was running down his sides.

At his touch to the messy creature, a muddled groan rose under him, and the steady rhythm of deep breaths finally faltered, condensing in a mumble, the middle of some tender sentiment, before slowly dissipating into slow breaths again, if shallower now. The creature lying atop him gave a single throb, running up his backside, twitching his tail aside, to make the tip swell for an instant under his fingers. A fat blot of the juices spilled into his palm, kissing warmth into him.

Tyler turned his paw carefully, letting the juices run around his paw and fingers, trying to keep it rolling without quite dripping off as he drew the paw up and around. Propped up on one little elbow, he sucked the thick pooling from his cupped paw, and licked the mess from his fur with a soft sigh. That wonderful scent... this was the liquid form of it. But... there was another kind. Thicker. His own thing was hard against the softness below. He'd quietly doffed his clothes when he woke before-- it felt much better like this, letting the fur underneath intermesh with his. Now, his little version of the big thing pushing against him was twitching something fierce, and it felt really good. Like... like he wanted something, but at the same time, everything was perfect as it was. The soft flesh under him swallowed up that hard bit easily, and his middle gave a little wiggle up and down, pushing deeper into that luxurious embrace.

That nudged the creature to slide up and down his butt a little, and it throbbed again, an audible little plop announcing another thick addition to the mess on his back, as more of it trickled down his sides. He smiled slowly. He knew he had spots back there that felt good... and if his thing felt good, then this monstrous thing would probably feel good too, if it got rubbed some... Maybe it would even make that thick stuff. That made sense. He'd made his own little slimy mess in his shorts when he'd felt really good, and it had been kinda similar stuff. He'd like to taste more of that... and besides... it was good to feel good.

Slowly, carefully, he shifted where he lay to push his rear up a little, knees pushing down into the softness below to help. He arched his back, and that pushed the angle just about right... But it didn't quite... touch. The big thing was pushing tight to his cheeks, but that tender spot that had felt so nice was a little... deeper. Frowning, the boy buried his face in the warm fur below and pushed both his arms back, pulling his firm little cheeks apart. Ah... it grazed it for just a second, a wonderful kiss of raw, hot flesh, but... not quite... His legs flexed, and his feet drew up carefully, twisting around and back. The creature was very thick, and he had to press his toes up, and up, and back, until they finally managed to curve around the length's other side, hooking onto it. It took a little struggling to slide his feet across it until he could just barely manage to lock them together on the far side of it. That jammed it down tight against him.

A rasping sigh flowed from the pup as smooth, shockingly hot flesh pushed firmly to that little spot. He'd tried poking a finger in there, and that had been about all he could handle, but just... rubbing it... felt good. And the way this creature was throbbing almost constantly now, it felt wonderful. He wriggled his hips around, pushing them up and back tighter, half-hanging on that grip with his feet. He let go of his cheeks, and they were firmly split around the heavy mass of pulsing flesh, hugging the very beginning of its prodigious girth. Perfect. Now...

The soft expanse underneath him was a wonderful bed, but it was much too soft to really hold onto if he wanted to move. But this thing... His paws slid up that broad, slightly curved tower again to grip it near the head, his body arched to seize it in all four little paws. Like this, he could pin it even tighter to that nice, hot spot, and wiggle up into it whenever it itched. But even better... He had to work at it a moment to find the right ways to push and pull, but slowly, he slid up, pushing down on the monstrous pole, and it slid raggedly over his little spot, slick, textured hide and fat veins dragging across it, sending shivers up his spine to burst from his mouth in little pants. Her every heartbeat pushed against him, against that needy little hole, and he had to stop a moment just to tremble and whimper. Warmth seemed to flood his body, making his muscles at once feel relaxed and all eager to work harder. It was even better than he'd hoped... the heat, the friction, slowly smearing with a little runoff from the thing's drool... Before he could stop himself, he was pushing himself down, pulling eagerly on that beast again, compressing tight against the soft cushion below.

The creature itself seemed to like that-- it gave heavy, searing throbs, dragging his body back and forth on that jiggling surface, the heat seeming to sear slowly at his little fingerpads. The juices didn't drop into the puddle this time, though most of it was spilling anyway-- the stuff shot right up between his shoulder blades and up his shoulder, suddenly soaking delicious heat into his fur, filling his nose with that wonderful scent, raw and fresh from the depths of that creature. Tyler's mouth fell open, and he gasped and shuddered, a faint moan leaking from him as his muscles started to twitch and lurch, overflowing with the need to work, to do more, and it was all he could do just to focus that desperate urge, to push all at once, then pull, then push, sawing that monster up and down between his cheeks, setting off firecrackers in his head as his little hole back there was battered with wonderful, stuttering sensations.

More juices came, painting his back, even getting in his hair, slowly dripping down the back of his head or the even the inside of his ear. That had him seizing up, whimpering, teeth shut tight, and he made a mess deep in that luscious, soft fur, his little hips bucking and working and shoving with the motions to work against these divine specimens of soft and hard pushing in at either side of him, drawing out pleasures in him like he'd never known, thicker than honey, drowning him under the weight of his body's own utter satisfaction. He was amazed he found air, amidst it all, but soon he was panting softly, sagging against his sweat-mussed bed, his ears ringing as he clutched weakly at that steel-hard creature, just... holding it nice and close. He'd get back to it in a minute...

His bed stirred suddenly, though, pushing him up snug against that creature, making a dozen little blobs of moisture on him run down his body to soak into more of his fur. Mrs. Hutchinson groaned faintly as she stirred, her body coming alive a little, and his big, soft bed resumed being her plump belly, with her navel wrapped snug around his overly sensitive thing. She drew a few drowsy breaths and sighed, moving a little, though he couldn't have seen what she was doing even if he had the strength to look up, or focus his eyes. For a moment she was suddenly tense, drawing a shaky breath, then it passed in a long sigh.

"Mnh, ah... Tyler..." Her gown shifted, and a cool draft of fresh air rolled down over his head. "Wh... what are you doing in there?" There was a hint of exasperated laughter in her voice. The pup could only murr lazily in response, giving a little wiggle of his hips to grind around her big, wonderful thing. It throbbed in answer as she drew a sharp breath. "Ah... well... seems you've met my friend." She did give a little giggle then.

Tyler still hadn't actually seen the monumental creature she kept between her legs except for her balls, and he could only wonder after it, comparing to his own little poker and sac. It was difficult to even imagine it. But yes, he'd "met" it now...

She sighed slowly and took a little stretch, her belly rolling under him, that log throbbing and wagging a little above. "And, for that matter..." A hint of mischief entered her voice as a paw pressed in through the tented fabric to cup his head. "You've gone and woken it up... Now what..." She gave a tiny buck up in the hips, and that monster sawed up his backside, pushing a little squeak from his lips! "...Are we going to do about that?" He could hear a broad smile in her voice.

Her paws slipped away a moment, then another cool draft rolled through his snug little home-- this time, from below. Her fingers brushed his legs, then closed around them, feeling them out. "Hmmm... ah...!" She murmured in consideration, and one paw rose to his back, clasping him by that damp, sticky patch where his little collection of her juices had been. Holding him anchored against her like this, she shifted, pushing her rear down into the bed, and her heavy, dull-throbbing length dragged down, whispering sweet, slick friction across his needy spot, nestling tight between his hooked legs as it pulled them down along with it, hot against his hide all the way down to his toes. She drew an uneven breath.

The first thrust seared across his sweet spot ferociously, even with the hint of moisture, sending a crackling series of sparks up his spine, forcing it to arch. Tyler let slip a soft, throaty moan, his tail struggling to beat against the side of that beast. It had pushed at him so hard, it felt hot! Burning hot, but for just a second. She dragged down again, and he slid down with it a little, still trying to draw a shuddering breath, only to lose it in a yelp as she pushed up again, and then again! She was shoving up tight against his firm little butt over and over, pushing his cheeks spread, smearing that terribly thin layer of juices evenly over all his fur down there, and she was chewing over that hot spot relentlessly! He woulda been thrown off, but her paws were firm, holding him tight against every shove and not letting him pull down too far with her draws.

It was throbbing even thicker now, and sometimes he could feel his legs straining, his knees feeling like they wanted to pop when that immense girth pushed out in all directions with a single, powerful pulse of pressure, her very veins digging into his hide. And against that needy spot, oh... every pulse PUSHED at him, sending a thrill through him he couldn't explain, and his mouth fell open, trying to form a sound that would not come, something profound, his tongue slowly surging past the little 'O' of his lips. Eyes hooded, he submitted to this sensation, of being used, of giving up acting or thinking to just... be. Of becoming a thing.

Her fingers dug in, and that great, steely trunk sawed through his quivering grip relentlessly, shoving long, smooth, powerful strokes against him, through him, along him. It came upon him suddenly-- his hips started jerking, and he spent another load into her belly fur, her navel overflowing as she rolled and bucked under him. He buried his face against her, and he weathered the storm of aching, wonderful sensation in a daze, losing track of time. There was only the pressure, the friction, the heat.

Her pants broke abruptly into voiced nonsense and fragments of words, and her pace faltered, growing slower, but more-- jerky, swinging wide, her entire body heaving and arching. "Ah-- ff...! T-Tyler...!" Blunt claws dug into his back and she throbbed so thick, his hips hurt, his legs trying to pull too wide apart. He felt-- a wave of pressure shove up through the shaft, shove at him, his entire body lurching forward for just an instant as that creature turned to absolute steel, subtle ribbing tangible underneath the fleshy skin of it as it flared. She cried out, and a thick, muted impact, liquid, jerked against the gown. And in an instant, he was covered in the stuff. He registered shock, and delight, and the inability to breathe, in the instant before the second blast rained down on him, and the third, and he started to feel less like he was covered and more like he was swimming. Thick globs rolled over him, his body cemented to hers by the sticky waves of her stuff rolling over him. She whimpered and moaned, hips lunging up, and the little spot in his backside was just a constant, almost unbearable series of jolts rocking through him, like some crazy lightning device, shooting bolts up his spine and down his legs wildly from one moment to the next as that hot flesh ground and pushed and dragged up and down between his cheeks.

And it was in his mouth. All he had to do was open, and it seeped in, and his tongue pushed out, slurping into the thick stuff rolling over him. The taste... the TASTE! This was what had lingered in the back of his mind ever since he'd sampled the tiny puddle she'd left on the sofa. This was what had truly haunted his dreams. It was everything her wonderful scent promised, in super-concentrated form, a heavy, overwhelming flavor. It burned his tongue, and it filled his nose with a wriggly tingle, and it was so thick, he could just squish it around with his tongue forever, or savor the way it slid down his throat, clinging, making him gulp and gulp against it. But he could just wash it down with more...

Lost to the outside world, Tyler feasted, senseless, clinging to her belly and drinking up all that he could find. The warmth building in his belly filled him with a contentment so complete, so solid, he wasn't sure how he'd ever gotten by otherwise. He was... rooted, suddenly, after floating and drifting through the world, after losing everything and not knowing what he wanted, now... Now he had no doubts.

He was only mildly annoyed when the entire world turned sideways, though after a moment, he realized the much more grave implication. The stuff was sliding away from him even faster now! Mrs. Hutchinson had sat up, and she was scooting to the edge of the bed to stand. Tyler whined faintly, arms slowly dragging free of their wet, sloppy bonds, baring narrow naked patches of fur momentarily as he reached to try and scoop up more of the stuff before it got away. The big red panda's paws held him firm in place as she rose, and her belly sank a little, curving to make the stuff fall even faster! It was almost enough to make a boy cry. She hurried away from the bed, groaning faintly still, and he hoped she was getting a bowl or something.

The rush and splatter of water brought a sudden dismay, almost a panic. No! That was the opposite of a bowl! He set to scooping up all he could and stuffing it in his mouth, paws scraping at her heavy breasts as she peeled the gown up in one paw, the mess sticking and stringing out after it as he was bared, inch by inch, to the chill and light of the outer world. "Alright," she sighed, chuckling breathlessly. "You're a mess and a half, dear. Y-- are you... eating all that??" He peeked up at her, his mouth stuffed, both paws jammed against it. He gulped, and mumbled a question. She was blushing brightly enough to be clear even through the red slashes in her cheeks, and she smiled, though there was something odd in her eyes. Worry? "Oh... well... I-I suppose it shouldn't harm you. Let's... hurry and get you washed up." He whined, trying to scoop up more frantically. "Oh, hush, it's not so bad." She paused, and smiled broadly, still blushing quite brightly. "I promise, there's always going to be plenty more where that came from."

That was enough to lull him into a moment's stupor, just clinging to her with dreamy eyes as she stepped into the shower. The sudden spray knocked him out of it a little, and he shuddered, wrapping his arms around her belly tightly, his head half-buried between her breasts. The rattle of the water was reduced to a distant rumble, and the warm thump of her heart filled his head as she scrubbed at herself, and at him, paws flowing smoothly from one to the other. Tyler drew a deep breath, the sound of it loud in his ears, and let it go in a long sigh. Their fur intermingled at the edges as the water flowed over both of them, and for a little while, he felt like he was really a part of her, melded with her big, soft belly, just warm and soft and wet and rumbling deep down.

But her fingers slid down and between them, and she peeled him up into the sudden, noisy rush of the world again, the water hissing and splashing, and he found he was panting and quivering lightly as she held him up to the water and rubbed him down. "Are you alright, dear?" She murmured over him. He still closed his eyes against the light, just sagging in her grasp and giving a reluctant little nod of his head. He was so dizzy and slow, deep down, he felt strange and barely able to think. But he felt... good. Plenty more, she said. That was a promise, right? There'd definitely be plenty more... of everything. He smiled dazedly.

"Alright..." Mrs. Hutchinson sounded a little skeptical, but she lowered him with a little grunt. "Here, honey, you go ahead and finish washing yourself, okay?" His feet touched the floor of the tub, and he grumbled a little but managed to catch his balance to stand. A few moments, and his eyes cracked open with a little sigh.

The first thing he saw was that big, beautiful pair-- the orbs that had so mystified and drawn him, that had really started all this. And, above... his mouth fell open slowly. She did have a sheath, like his, as far as a real car was like a toy car. It wasn't even out-- it was just a broad, black wedge jutting from her sheath, subtly swelling and easing on its own, like it was breathing. Those great orbs hung low beneath it, swaying with her shifting thighs and scrubbing motions as she washed herself. He looked down at his own little package. It... they were the same parts... kinda. But hers definitely looked awesome. Like a... like a hero's thing. Like she could beat the bad guys with the power of her big thing. Tyler rubbed over his head. He was still thinking funny.

The broad-hipped red panda leaned down, smiling softly. "Here, honey. Go ahead and wash up. We don't want you smelling like any of that stuff you were gobbling down, no matter what. Okay?"

That sounded like exactly what he wanted, but this was probably part of the whole keeping it secret thing. Maybe he could take something that smelled like her. He definitely wanted to at least go to bed with that scent if he could... He took the soap absently, his eyes lingering on that tip jutting from her middle. "Mrs. Hutchinson... can I see it?"

She murmured a question, but it didn't take long for her to follow his eyes. She huffed a little sigh and a chuckle. "I'm... not exactly hiding it, dear." She leaned back a little, one paw pressing to her belly to draw that fat, black head into the light fully. He reached up for it, but she leaned back a little, smiling ruefully down at him between her breasts. "Tyler... It's really late. I should have gotten you home over an hour ago. Your parents are probably having fits..." He presented his mightiest pout, but she remained firm. "No more tonight. We'll have plenty of time later, Tyler."

"But I wanna really see it! I felt it, but I never got to see it!" He stopped sudsing up to fold his arms, trying to look like a disappointed parent.

Mrs. Hutchinson chuckled softly, and sighed. "Well... mmnh... We can get carried away pretty easily, Tyler. Tell you what. If you promise not to touch it, I'll show you the whole thing. Just so you can see it. Okay?" He nodded. "Tyler. No touching. We have to make this quick."

"I know! I promise." He swayed impatiently, reluctantly giving what she wanted.

"Alright..." She stepped back a little, letting the water fountaining from above strike her belly, then further, until it was spraying directly over that proud, jutting flesh. She sighed sharply, and her paws started to slide over her expansive curves, scrubbing fingers through the fur of one heavy nut and grabbing roughly at her breast. His eyes flicked up, and the boy was surprised to realize she was giving a full view of her chest as well-- he'd been so absorbed in that sinister-looking creature below he hadn't really noticed! They looked kinda strange-- lower than before, with fat, puffy black tips pointing downward, one almost straight at him. She took one of those tips --it almost filled her hand-- and started squeezing it tight, giving it little twists, and her mouth fell open, a low panting seeping from her throat.

And below... the monster stirred in its lair. Tyler watched avidly as it pushed out into the air, her wide-spread sheath slowly disengorging inch after inch of new, matte black shaft, the fine fur round the edge clinging and rippling around the myriad tiny veins just barely visible networking that slowly growing spire. It swelled forth in lazy, rhythmic motions, growing by an inch, then sagging down a little, then jumping to attention as it grew further still. Her paw dragged up her sack to scratch over her sheath, tucking one finger inside to tug at it roughly, then her fingers spread around that black spear, though they didn't even have a chance of encompassing her haft. It didn't look like she could even make a ring around it with both paws! And Tyler's little paws would practically be spread flat... His fingers itched and flexed into little fists.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help?" He whined softly, eyes captivated by the shaft slowly nodding toward him, drawing closer and closer.

"You promised, Tyler..." Mrs. Hutchinson had a firm tone, but the shaky breathiness spoiled it a little. Still, Tyler kept his paws at his side, frowning anxiously. Finally, she drew a deep breath and sighed heavily, both paws dropping to the shaft looming before him like a suspension bridge, stroking from end to end slowly, letting the water beat down on it. "There... that's the whole thing." She giggled faintly. "Happy?" It slung horizontal under her touch, but with a flex of her hips and under her guiding fingers, it swung up into the air, drawn in until the head just barely nestled between her breasts, her paws holding it firmly in place as she smiled down at him over a horizon of the most exquisite hard and soft curves.

The pup had to close his mouth and swallow before speaking. "I... y-yeah... but..." He smiled a bit roguishly. "Can I see it... you know... make stuff? Shoot?"

A low giggle melted into a sigh, the panda's eyes fluttering shut a moment. "Well... it would be tough to get rid of it any other way right now. It's been a very... interesting night, and I'm still more than backed up..." A long, warm sigh wound out of her. "So, alright... but I'm gonna do it my way and hurry. And you still can't touch. I'll just try and get off as quick as I can, so you just watch..." Her paws were already stroking firmly up and down that beast again, and Tyler settled back a little, happy enough to obey in this case.

She stepped forward a little to bring the shaft fully under the water while trapping it against her, the broad shaft digging a little furrow in her belly to press firmly between her breasts, her body wobbling a little as she stroked firmly along the underside, and her hips started rocking a little into it. She sighed and slipped one arm around the shaft to pin it close while her other paw slipped away, seizing up one breast. It was so broad and soft her paw nearly disappeared in it just trying to heft it up, but she managed to shove it up and up until that broad, black tip pointed upward, and she leaned in-- her mouth opening into a broad, toothy maw in an instant before she seized her own nipple tight. He could see tiny dents running past her lips where her fangs sank into that soft flesh, now drawn taut as she suckled at herself, both her paws returning to her shaft. He thought he might have heard a tiny whimper in her throat...

Her fingers were spread but curled tightly, almost like claws, and a strange, slick, rattling sound rose as she stroked furiously up and down the sides and belly of that great shaft, fingertips digging tiny divots that ran rapidly up and down the creature. She seemed to be awfully rough with herself! She buried her face in her own breast, twisting a little, almost like a wolf trying to shake the life out of its prey. Tyler could only stare on, breathless, as she savaged her own body. Her other arm folded tightly around her shaft now, still working up and down it with her elbow as her paw wrapped up around it, and her now freed paw rose to the head. Her fingers were teased agilely all round the ridge of her crown, then her paw started to stroke in wild, rotating, scrubbing motions over the flat, working up toward the tip... where she wrapped her fingers around it tightly and started to stroke over the very point with one finger rapidly. He was watching that point, in the center of all the action, and her entire body seemed to tremble in time with those tiny motions.

And he wouldn't have believed it if he weren't staring straight at it, but as he watched, her finger stroked along the tip... then slowly, firmly sank inside. Inside! She was really shaking now, thighs flexing, toes curling, balls slowly drawing up, her nostrils flaring as she chewed at her breast, but it was all... that little finger, slowly, tenderly sinking in, then dragging up, then pushing down inside again. No way! No way is she...! But... with one that big... well, maybe it was easy for her! Her shaking got worse, her body starting to jerk, and finally she dragged her head up, a throaty cry bursting from her as her breast bounced away wildly to one side, and she gripped that cannon in a steely, two-pawed grip as she thrust it down-- and brilliant, creamy white rocketed from her tip with an audible gush, a single flash of a solid, beautiful pillar over his head. He flinched back, even though he knew he wished-- that she'd aimed a little lower.

A noisy splatter behind him announced the first shot landing, followed close by the second as she let loose jet after creamy jet, whimpering and biting back moans. He couldn't help but stare at that tip-- in the split second between bursts, it was a dark, gaping tunnel running all the way down, pitch black but for a tiny glimmer of reflected light somewhere inside. In those instants, it looked much wider than her finger... But it still looked like a tiny hole on that great, flaring shaft! He watched on in the purest, most honest kind of awe as she let loose, her whole body flexing, those great, beautiful orbs flexing up tight against her straining sheath with every blast.

And when the jets got a little less... well, scary, he grinned, and stuck his paws up, right in the way. "Ah!" Mrs. Hutchinson could barely react before his arms were coated. "Tyler!" She started to shift to try and drag her aim elsewhere, but the mess was already made. She blinked, eyes fuzzy, and chuckled wearily. Her aim lowered slowly, and he faced that broad, ebon cannon dead on. His mouth opened wide, and his eyes snapped shut with perfect timing, catching just a glimpse of pearly white before his face was plastered, and hot goo filled his mouth, blasted right down his throat in a single instant, sending painful shivers through the whole of him as his own thing twitched super crazy hard between his legs. Fresh! Freshest! And shooting right into him... He gulped, and whimpered, opening wider, but she seemed to be running out at last, and the final gushes splashed over his belly, then down the floor between them.

Mrs. Hutchinson sighed at length, sounding very tired now, but Tyler was energized, hurrying to eat up all he could before the misting water could steal it away. It was getting thinner and thinner as water mixed with it, though...

"Mmnh... Tyler..." She gave an admonishing chuckle. "You... That stuff is... it'll..." She was silent a moment, and finally heaved another sigh. "I suppose I can't convince you to stop... Just... be careful."

Turning to try and avoid the water, he scooped up all he could off his chest to stuff into his mouth. Careful? He knew enough to close his eyes. Hadn't she seen? What else could there be to be careful about? But that was about all the thought he could give her warning before the warm fluffiness of her thick, musky taste filling his head and her warmth filling his belly washed away all cogent thought. The world was a wonderful place again.

In such a state, the husky pup didn't much notice as they finished washing up and drying off, until it came time to try and get him dressed. He'd shed his clothes sometime under her gown during their nap, and they'd apparently gotten quite soaked in the two's little escapades. Mrs. Hutchinson seemed a little uneasy about it, but said she had some spare clothes that would fit him. He ran into one more problem getting dressed, however.

"Mrs. Hutchinson... it won't go down!" He frowned down his belly.

The red panda paused in adjusting her bra, blinked, and chuckled. "Goodness. I thought you looked a little odd wagging around like that, but still?" She stepped over slowly, sighing warmly. "Well... now that I think of it... you've probably gone off less than I have, haven't you?" Gone off? Was that what adults called it? "I would think at your age that would hardly be a concern... maybe it's already starting to have an effect..." She frowned a moment. "Well..." Her plump lips drew into a slow smile again. "We're in a hurry, and we can't take you home like this," she brought a finger down to give his very tip a tiny flick, making it jump and nod. "Alright... come here, honey. Let's get you taken care of."

She spread her arms to him, and he blinked a little uncertainly, but gave an eager smile and spread his arms back. The red panda scooped him up and straightened with a little grunt, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "Like I said, we're low on time. So I'll make this quick." She smirked playfully up at him as she drew him up and in close, setting his legs on her shoulders. "Maybe when you're a little older I'll show you a few moves."

He peered down at her, his cheeks hot for some reason as her breath puffed over his eager little pink thing, her paws settling gripping his rear. She drew him a little closer, and leaned in-- and that mouth opened again, a great, gaping maw of fangs that seemed to steal the breath from his lungs in the half second before it closed-- completely engulfing his boyhood, nuts and all.

Gasping, quivering, the pup arched his back, little paws falling to seize her her head, and strange, shaky noises started to pour out of him as some of his most tender bits were enveloped in wet, swirling, squirming warmth, her tongue twisting around his poker, stroking down its length, curling around his little sac and juggling the contents. His thighs jerked up and squeezed at her cheeks as his paws knotted up tight in her hair, his toes curling just past her shoulders as he squeaked and panted, hips starting to give little jerks and humps, but he could only grind his pelvis straight against her fangs. She held him utterly buried, sealed in place with tight, wet suction, subjecting his nethers to a harrowing twister of direct, shuddering pleasure.

He could feel his nuts aching, not for her manipulation but with readiness, and he knew he was gonna lose it soon. His head fell back to hang, high-pitched moans rattling out of him, hips grinding studiously to her face as he squirmed with need to breed this wonderful, enveloping abyss. Then her paws flexed, and one finger nestled in firmly at that tiny little fold that was the button between his cheeks.

His breath cut off in a squeak, and he was jerking, lurching with tangible waves of pleasure, one after another, as he "went off" in the mouth of this beautiful creature, the woman that had already given him so much. He cried out, a throaty, enthusiastic shout that was supposed to be words, some kind of exclamation of the feelings blooming in his chest as his knot vibrated behind her teeth, but he could not find any language to speak beyond squeals of ecstasy.

And so he sagged, utterly drained but for the fortifying warmth still lingering in his belly. Between that and how weak and rubbery all the rest of him felt, he felt kinda like... a sack. A rolly, melty, wiggly sack of something good. And sure enough, he melted in her arms, and she had to draw him down to flop against her chest, giggling faintly as she stroked over his back. "Alright. All better?" The faint, but sincere, noises of contentment that leaked from his half-vacant form brought another gentle giggle from the great mountain of a panda before she set him down and saw to getting dressed properly. He wasn't much help with dressing himself.

Finally, they emerged into the cool night air, he in her arms. It was totally dark out. Mrs. Hutchinson tsked softly. "I don't know if they'll let you come over anytime soon after a stunt like this... we really should have been more careful." She patted his back and stepped up onto the porch of the house his parents had brought him to. She rang the doorbell, but nobody came. Tyler was half-asleep by the time that, after she'd rang twice more and knocked, the door finally cracked open. "Hel... uh, hello! I'm... I'm terribly sorry, Tyler and I fell asleep watching television. We only woke up when he spilled his milk all over himself." She giggled faintly. "I'm washing his clothes now, but I had some spares handy. I hope you don't mind. I really am, ah... very sorry I kept him so late. I think he's more than ready for a proper bed."

Something seemed to be bothering Mrs. Hutchinson, by the way she was talking. Sluggish, Tyler turned his head a little and peeked at his parents. They looked... messy. They were usually very precise and clean, but their clothes were all wrinkled and twisted. Their work clothes! They never slept in those! His nose twitched. Something... familiar?

"Well..." His mother sounded a little breathless, smiling faintly. "You know, we would have liked a call, but we knew you were just next door. And I think it was a nice change of pace after all. Thank you for looking after him, Eva. We'll have to do this again sometime." His father turned away, going back inside.

Mrs. Hutchinson sounded a little amused. "Yes... I would be happy to. Anytime Tyler would like to come over, I'd be happy for the company." His mother's smile widened a hint.

They finally passed the pup over, and had a little bit of small talk, but Tyler didn't listen. This smell... There was a smell on his mother that reminded him of home. Before things got all bad. He blinked fuzzily a few times, his eyelids weighing down until he couldn't fight them anymore. Gentle voices... home... warm, salty scents... Tyler drifted, content.