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Chapter 12: Kyra's Garden

Pages 127-143

Chris woke once more with a sore backside but there was no sign of Hunter. Even the evidence of the previous night's frolic had been cleaned spotless. However, the spot where he guessed his prostate was had been poked and prodded enough to feel like it was bruised. While Marcus' knot hadn't caused as much abuse as Felix's spined cock, the sheer size of it had left him sore and hobbled. He tried to focus on class work throughout the day to take his mind off his rear end, but it hardly helped. During his lunch break at the commissary, Kyra had approached him to ask which dorm was his. However, she wouldn't confess why she wanted to know. As the day came to an end and the night came on, Chris stayed in while Marcus attended the club alone. He wasn't about to risk taking any more anal punishment if he could help it.

Chris was startled a little when he heard a knock at his door long after the sun had dropped below the horizon and the night hours were dragging on as he tried to write one more paper. He was actually relieved for the break as he opened the door to find Kyra who was dressed as she always was in casual clothes, which were neither revealing nor concealing, while she stared at him with a stern expression. It was almost as if she were angry or disappointed with him. It left him feeling like a guilty suspect as he stood there for nearly a minute until she stopped staring at him to look away.

"Come with me," Kyra instructed as she walked away from him.

Chris stumbled after her despite being afraid of what her intentions were. He realized he was as confused about the visit as he was about her tone. "What? Why? Where are we going?" he stammered as he caught up to her, to which she didn't respond. She continued to walk with a swift and smooth motion through the dormitory lobby like a construct, as she displayed no emotion while revealing no hint of her purpose.

Chris followed her out of the dormitory and into the University plaza. He continued to follow her toward the semi-concealed garden at its center. Just as he was about to turn back, she stopped at the edge of the garden pond to stare into the reflective surface and a myriad of coy fish that lazily swam in aimless circles. Chris thought he heard her sigh as she crossed her arms while she gazed into the water.

"Kyra... what's going on?" Chris spoke to break the silence.

"Do you like me?" She questioned as her voice betrayed just the slightest hint of uncertainty.

It was the first time Chris had ever heard or seen any trace of it from her in her actions. "I don't know what you're asking," he croaked as his voice caught in his throat for a moment while he searched desperately to find the correct words to respond.

Kyra spun around to face him. She stared him straight in the eyes before repeating the question. "Did I stutter? I said: Do... you... like... me?" she snapped as she emphasized each word with such force they felt like hammer blows, which disarmed Chris and broke through any barrier of hesitation he might have had.

"Yes, Kyra, I do," Chris was forced to respond truthfully, lest her words pierce his soul deeper.

"Why?" Kyra asked, again while her voice sounded like she was on the attack.

"I... I don't know... I just do. I've wanted to get paired with you at the club ever since I first saw it... and you there...," Chris admitted but felt like he was being pulled along a verbal landslide. He was unable to find footing that could convey what he really meant.

"So you just want to fuck me, then?" Kyra accused with heat. She could have sworn she had detected something... special... something different in him.

"No... No, I don't just want to fuck you. I think you're beautiful. Beautiful and... Interesting... the way you sit out here in the garden by yourself all the time. The way you always keep a straight face. The way you walk as you always have a purpose. The way you dominate everyone you meet without even looking like you have to work at it," Chris stammered awkwardly as he shied back from her nervously. He couldn't help blushing, while he doted his admirations upon her. "You intrigue me, and for the life of me I can't figure out why... I have dreamt of... I want to know," he tried to explain in his desperation but found his words insufficient.

Chris vaguely made out the slightest tear welling up in her eye while glinting in what little light the moon and stars provided the dome at night, before she turned away to stare at the pond again with a sigh. Chris watched and waited, while expecting her to say something else. However, she remained silent for agonizing minutes. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he heard her voice split the air.

"I'm guarded. Everyone here thinks I'm mysterious, but I'm not. I'm just guarded. I put up barriers to intimidate people so they won't bother me, because if they never approach me they'll never find out how small I feel here," Kyra cried with choking sobs and an uneven tone.

"What do you mean? How can you feel small when you're part of the biggest thing to happen in the history of man? You're important. Every one of you is..." Chris protested in disbelief.

She turned to look at him again before she sat cross-legged on the ground, which Chris copied. "I act like an alpha. I always take the lead. I always appear aggressive, because it keeps people at arm's reach. Inside... I don't feel that way. I feel flawed, and I don't know why. I feel like I can't trust anyone with these emotions, which boil inside of me. These human emotions I shouldn't have. I know I'm not the only one of us that feels this way. A lot of furs do. They think we should either be animals or humans, but not both. Some are like me. They think their human emotions seem out of place or detached. It is like some kind of sickness that plagues them and is out of their control. The others embrace those emotions and want nothing to do with their feral side. Their animal-inherited instincts that tell them what they are," she tried to explain with blinking wet and heartbreakingly sad eyes.

Chris was dumbfounded. He never thought about the implications that combining human intelligence with a more or less animal brain and body could have. The concept was frightening, and he morbidly wondered what it must feel like to have emotions or instincts, which weren't yours. He contemplated the fact as Kyra continued.

"I feel like an animal. I have urges. They tell me to hunt, to eat, and to sleep to save my energy for a fight, to incessantly seek out a mate and procreate. That's the worst part of all. I can never sate my lust, no matter how much sex I have, at the club or otherwise. The sterility, which plagues us, has other side effects as well. It prevents us from ever releasing our sexual tension fully. That's part of why the club exists. It serves as an outlet. The more we have sex. The less we feel the urge. However, it's always there to gnaw at us on the inside like a ravenous beast, which cannot be sated," Kyra explained desperately.

Chris absorbed her words. He worked them over in his mind in an attempt to understand what she was feeling. "So... in other words, it's like an itch you can't scratch?" he observed as a shiver ran down his spine, once he recalled Hunter's erratic behavior as well as their earlier conversation on this same subject.

"I guess that's one way of putting it. At least you understand," Kyra replied with a half-hearted laugh.

"So what about the other urges? Feeding, hunting, and such? Are those as bad?" Chris questioned with a smile. He was happy to see her mood lightening again.

She shook her head, "Not as bad, but still there. You've probably noticed by now that we eat... a lot... We are lucky high metabolism makes up for it. Not too many furs are obese. However, there are a few are who eat more than they should and aren't active enough. We carnivores are worse in both regards than the others are. Canine and feline furs have sex drives and appetites more than double what you'll find in an equine, bovine, or lupine. The reptilians and aquatics... I don't know about them. They don't think like us," she answered with a shake of her head.

Chris thought for a moment to organize the words in his head. "So you wanted me to come out here so you could confide in me? We could have done that at my dorm room... not that I'm objecting. I hope talking to me helps," he stammered awkwardly as he wondered if whatever drugs Hunter was working on would benefit the furs.

"This garden is mine. It was just a park when I first came to the University. I turned it into what you see now. I laid the stones. I planted the hedges, flowers, and trees. I dug and filled the pond. I bought the fish to stock it. Here I can forget about the outside. I can hide. I can find peace outside of my body and away from the feelings that plague it," she explained with a weak smile. "Do you know what Tai-Chi is?" she asked as she perked up after a short pause.

"I've heard of it. I read a bit about it a few years ago. I was always interested in martial arts, kung fu, and that sort of thing. However, I never found the time to study it. Besides, it wasn't as if there were any instructors in the small town, where I come from," Chris confessed as he tried to shake the thoughts of his roommate's experiments.

Kyra shook her head, "It's not a martial art per say. It can be used for fighting but that isn't what its purpose is. I read everything I could find about it in the University library. I came up with my own version of it here," she corrected before she stood. She shed her clothes and tossed them onto the ground beside Chris before she began displaying the forms by moving her body so fluidly she resembled a never-ending waterfall. Her arms and hands seemed to cut through the air in such a way that they didn't create the slightest push of wind. Her legs moved beneath her with pristine balance to always keep her torso and head perfectly level while swishing about to different footing positions. The movements carried her around the circular pond and onto the stepping-stones that dotted its surface while bringing her to a stop perched on one such stone. She had one leg sprouting straight from the ground with the other bent at the knee with her toes touching the opposite thigh. She held her arms completely horizontal even with her shoulders as her elbows bent until her palms came together in a prayer-like gesture in front of her face.

Chris watched the entire display with awe. Her body was the epitome of beauty. Despite the fact that she was entirely nude his thoughts never wandered towards fantasies of sex, but rather be held her in the way that a photographer would view a perfect landscape. Her face was completely calm while her breathing remained even. It was as if her unwanted emotions had faded from her entirely over the course of the dance.

Kyra shed the pose and stepped back across the stones toward him. "Well, you just going to stare?" she chastised with a frown.

"Sorry that... that was beautiful. You taught yourself?" Chris stammered as he felt his face flush red with embarrassment.

"I know not all of the movements are correct. At least, they are not according to the books I read. However, they fit me better so I choose to do it my way instead. I have no instructor to tell me I'm doing it wrong. I figure if it works. Then it works. Then there's no sense in changing something that isn't broken. The movements are only part of it, though. Throughout the entire process, I feel like I seize my emotions and instincts alike to cast them out from my body. I toss them invisibly into the water of the pond where the coy fish can eat them. Of course, it doesn't last long. Even now I can feel them creeping back to assault the back of my mind and knotting up in my stomach," Kyra admitted with a sigh.

Much to her surprise, Chris hugged her. He held her in his arms in a futile attempt to comfort her, which was obviously an action, which she was unfamiliar. "Th... thanks. That helps. You really understand... don't you? I mean, as well as a human can anyhow," Kyra stuttered once he released her from the embrace.

"I try," Chris said weekly with a shrug of his shoulders.

Kyra donned her clothes as she continued to smile. "Trying is more than most do around here. I haven't met another fur yet who actually tries to deal with his or her urges and emotions. They all just try to hide them behind copious amounts of sex at the club. I can't blame them. I participate for much the same reason. If I go for more than a few days without getting sexual release, I start to get grumpy. I snap at anyone that comes near or tries to talk to me. I can't think straight. I get headaches and feel sore all over. If I go for more than a week, it just gets worse. The longest I've managed to go was two weeks. I felt like I was about to turn feral and lose the few parts of my forced humanity, which I do want to keep. So, like the others, I indulge to bide my time and keep my sanity. You may have heard there are those who don't return to the club after their first pairing, but that isn't entirely true. Some find another avenue of release, while others try to stay away until they can't take it any longer. However, every fur is driven to find a sexual release one way or another. Some find work and hire other furs for their release, while others are forced to turn to things like Leah's critters because they are generally cheaper. I think that is why you don't see many who work in the factory district or on one of the many construction projects attend the club. They don't have to attend, because they can afford to purchase a different form of release," she admitted reluctantly with a sigh.

When they returned to his dorm room, they talked for a few more minutes. It became obvious to Chris that Kyra was obviously ecstatic that she had found someone in which she could confide. However, Chris was just grateful for the opportunity to get closer to her and understand her better. As she was about to retire for the night, Kyra noticed one of Cole's magazines on his desk. She picked it up and started flipping through the pages. "I didn't know you'd been to Cole's," she said once she came to the end of the magazine.

Chris nodded before opening the drawer under his desk to reveal a stack of similar magazines along with a pile of video disks.

Kyra perused the collection. "You do have a thing for felines, don't you?" she observed as she flipped through each magazine briefly.

Chris blushed while nodding. He knew more than half of the magazines he had taken from Cole's were felines and most where female but some male as well. "I just find the feline form... exotic," he answered as he fumbled with his words to explain.

"I suppose you know about our clits. Have you read the articles about urethral penetration with a feline clitoris?" Kyra asked curiously, as she smiled mischievously at him.

Chris was surprised by her comment. However, he should have figured she had read the magazines previously as well. They were often sold in the back corner of the club. "Yea... it sounds interesting," he admitted sheepishly.

"I'd like to try it sometime. Leah's given me some of her critters and taught me how to use them for clit stimulation. However, I want to see what it's like cumming inside of a man's shaft," Kyra replied with a thoughtful nod and a coy smile. "Would you care to try it?" she added to leave no ambiguity in her statement.

"Now? Uh..." Chris stammered awkwardly. He could feel himself blushing again at her offer.

"Well, not tonight. It's late, but maybe sometime. I'd like it to be you who helps me try it out, if you're ok with it," Kyra explained with a shake of her head.

"All you have to do is ask," Chris offered as he smiled and nodded.

Kyra smiled before she gave him a kiss. Her raspy tongue just barely flicked across his in a pure, teasing manner. She put the magazines back on his desk and flicked his cheek with her tail before she walked toward the door. "Thanks... I'll see you Monday in class, then?" she declared as she stood in the doorway. Chris nodded before she disappeared through the doorway with the latch clicking behind her.

Chris fell back on his bed and let out his breath. He was erect, but no masturbation could do the night justice. He refrained and instead perused the magazines until he drifted off to sleep. He wanted Kyra, but not like, he had wanted any other fur. The connection with her was deeper. It meant more to him. Despite his want, he was happy, for no reason other than he was now closer to her. For once, his dreams were lucid and tranquil. They were not pestered by fears or lust. It was only a satisfaction, which everything seemed to be changing for the better.

***

Marcus felt a little guilt for his roommates sore backside but not guilty enough to refrain from attending the club. Especially, when there was no telling when the club would be open again. It was even easier for him to forget his guilt as he bound down the stairs to the old boiler room. He dropped his name in a bucket with a nod and grin for Blake before he pushed through the door, where his nostrils were instantly assaulted by the scent of hot dripping pussies. He let his eyes flutter shut momentarily, while he breathed in the scents of dozens of various female sex in arousal. He licked the drool from his lips while his flesh thickened. He didn't do this with his roommate. He was sure Chris would understand if he did, but it was another to admit that his sense of smell was that of an animal. It was illogical to ignore it, but most furs tried to hide their more intimate differences from humans as well as each other. It wasn't something that had been decided. It just the way it was and no one was brave enough to discuss it either.

Marcus opened his eyes before he began to follow his nose around the room. The room was filling rather quickly and it caused him to sigh as he recognized the more participants the less likely he would be drawn. He suspected he wasn't the only one who was afraid of missing the chance to attend before construction would resume through the week. He was nearly grateful, when Blake finally closed the door before their wasn't any room left to stand around the rings. A smile slid across his face when he noticed Lori had brought her friend Faline, the doe, back to the club. He made his way closer to where they were standing in hopes of being able to pick out Faline's scent. It took him a little while to identify her scent with all the other females around without burying his snout up her snatch, but he almost thought it would have been worth it. He could have been wrong, but he was sure she was the real musky... almost earthy scent. Damn, if her smell didn't make him throb.

Marcus moved on, as the names of participants were call. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy her scent, but he didn't exactly want to blow his load by sniffing around her either. His thoughts wandered as he made his way to ring two to watch the rutting action. A thought of attempting Cole to include some sort of scratch and sniff with the porn nearly made him laugh allowed. He shook his head to clear it as he moved along to ring three where the scents of the two females rutting would be most intoxicating.

Marcus didn't need to watch the two females lapping at each other madly, but he did while his mouth watered at the scents as he breathed deep. He took a quick sniff while trying not to be too obvious once the females finished and walked past him as they exited the ring with the scent of each other's sex saturated on their damp muzzles.

Marcus was too enthralled by the two females' scents he didn't even recognize his name was called to ring two. However, a nudge in his back startled him to his senses. He looked behind him to see Blake's long face with his goofy smile and nod.

"Check out who you get to introduce to ring two for her first time," Blake teased with a slight chuckle for his friend's loss of mental capacity. He knew why he could normally find Marcus standing ringside at ring three. The canines were not the only ones with heightened sense of smell. However, he supposed it could be a stronger instinct for them, but who would know. No one was willing to talk about those things. Instead, they did the best they could to look out for each other, such as letting a friend know his name was being called while he was busy sniffing at a pretty skirt. He did have to admit those scent of those two had been very strong tonight. However, he doubted if it was as strong as what he had detected coming off Faline earlier.

Marcus nearly stumbled as he scrambled to ring two while he stared at Faline in disbelief. She was about the same height as his roommate, but somehow she looked so small as she stood their bashfully, while her body trembled nervously. He approached her slowly, as she continued to stare at him with frightened eyes. It took him a moment to realize she was staring at his swollen flesh as it sprayed the concrete at his feet. "Just relax, I will try to make this as pleasurable as I can for you," he tried to reassure as he stroked her arm tenderly.

Faline was delirious as she wandered around the room with the scent of rutting thick in the air, while cocks of all sizes and shapes bobbed and dripped throughout the room. She wasn't even able to keep her hands away from her damp slit this time. She had brought herself to a second small orgasm by the time her name had been drawn for ring two. She had nearly leapt over her friend Lori in her excitement to get to the ring while her eyes scanned the crowd to see who this Marcus she had been paired with was. However, her eyes had nearly popped out of her head as she realized the huge canine was coming closer. His flesh would never fit inside her. It would tear her. She couldn't do this. She couldn't take that... thing. "It... it... is too big. It will... not fit... in me," she stammered as she stared at the bumpy, veiny, red shaft. She couldn't believe she had been paired with this monster. She might as well have been expected to be impaled by one of those horse cocks.

"It isn't that big," Marcus tried to reassure despite his pride for his throbbing flesh. "If you want, you can make it smaller... in a way," he offered once he recognized the tears forming in the corner of her eyes. However, the scowl he received for his offer nearly made him laugh. "I... if you want to... only if you want. You could suck me off. It will shrink when I am finished. I can mount you when I am smaller. It may make it easier for you to take that way," he explained with a grin.

"But it will grow to this size while in me," Faline replied with a scowl.

"That is true," Marcus, answered honestly. "It will take a little while. You will have time to adjust to its size. If you don't, that is fine with me. But this is going inside you until we both finish," he added with a grin. He was nearly shocked when Faline fell to her knees in front of him. His flesh nearly exploded once she looked up at him with those doe eyes while his flesh continued to squirt his pre-ejaculate across her muzzle, while she tentatively tasted it with her tongue.

Faline wasn't sure what to do. She hadn't really paid much attention to what had happened in the rings. It had been all she could do to refrain from staring at all of the erect cocks in the room. Her hand constantly sought out her sex in her excitement. It never dawned on her to watch to see what the other girls were doing to the males in ring two. However, as she nervously knelt before him and stared at his huge shaft she found her mouthwatering while she wondered how it tasted as he dripped on her muzzle. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth to sample him as she stared up into his eyes. It did not taste bad. It was salty with a tangy aftertaste. It reminded her of sucking on a penny but not quite. She hesitantly ran her tongue along his length and was amused by the way; it caused his flesh to jump with another spurt across her nose. She nearly giggled as she placed her lips on the tip of his point shaft, while she looked up into his wide eyes. She realized then, that he hadn't ever imagined she would do it. She would do it. She would show him and the rest of them that she could do anything the others could do. It took only a second for her to gather her courage before she slid her lips down his length until she felt him bump the back of her throat. The way his eyes fluttered shut as he let out a low groan of ecstasy, told her she was doing something right. She nearly panicked as his hips began to rock back and forth while his hands gently cupped her face. Every time he bumped the back of her throat, her heart skipped a beat as she fought the urge to gag. She had to take him. She would fail at this. It took several of his gentle thrusts into her muzzle before she had the courage to grab his hips and pull him into her. Her heart threatened to explode as she forced his fat pole down her throat, where she held him while she struggled to breathe through her nose. Her lips now rested on his massive bulge at the base of his thick cock. There was no way she could open her mouth wide enough for that. Her panic threatened her sanity as he pressed his knot against her lips. She moaned in panic before she grasp the engorged flesh to keep him from trying to force it into her mouth. His flesh jumped in her hands before she felt something in her stretched throat. Her instincts caused her to swallow as he began to moan. She could feel his whole body shudder in her hands. She gave his flesh another gentle squeeze and was rewarded with more of his essence down her gullet. A smile slid across her face as she began to drain him in earnest.

Marcus couldn't believe she was actually going to do it. None of the other girls was willing to do this. All they wanted was to be mounted. Of course, he was.... His thoughts shattered as she gently kissed the end of his leaking flesh. His eyes fluttered shut as she began to slide her warm lips slowly down his length. However, she stopped short of taking all of his length. His hands sought out her delicate face before his hips began to twitch. He did his best to be gentle as he restrained his thrusting into her mouth. A moan escaped him as his flesh continued to throb while he filled her mouth with his precum. He felt her small hands grasp his hips. He was sure it was over and she would push him away. However, to his shock, she pulled him into her muzzle. He could feel his flesh stretching her small passage as it was forced down her throat. All restraint left him as he pressed his knot against her lips. He ground his flesh against her desperately as he sought his release. Her hands wrapped around his knot and squeezed him until he exploded down her throat. His hips bucked as his body shuddered, while he could hear her swallows. He could feel the muscles of her throat as she continued to milk him of all he could give her.

Faline knew he was nearly finished once she felt his flesh begin to shrink in her hands and throat. She began to release him but decided to leave his tip on her tongue as she milked him of the last of his seed. She squeezed him until she had been rewarded with a good mouthful to savor. She let his shrunken flesh fall from her mouth before she looked up at him. She smiled as he stood there panting as his eyes focused on her. When she had his full attention, she opened her mouth to show him her collection of his seed, before she swallowed the rest of him. "I expect a little in return," she demanded with a scowl as she stood. However, his confused expression angered her. She pointed to the concrete floor with an angry snap of her fingers, while she continued to glare up at the big goof. She was relieved when he reluctantly lay on the ground for her. She wasted no time before she straddled his face and squat down on his muzzle. However, it was as if he didn't know what she wanted as she ground her sex across his nose with frustration. Her hips began to buck against his long snout as soon as his wide tongue brushed against her small slit.

Marcus panted heavily with a grin of satisfaction before he looked down at Faline. The sight of his seed in her mouth before she swallowed it broke him. He had never seen any female do that. He had never heard any story about it either. The fact that this frightened little thing had done it just defied logic. He was still stunned when she pointed to the floor if he were no more than a dog. He was insulted but his mind failed to function properly. He didn't call her out for it. He didn't protest for her callous insult. His body complied while his brain protested silently. His body lay on the cold concrete floor while his mind berated him for allowing this small delicate doe dominate him by squatting over his muzzle. His eyes blinked in disbelief as he stared at her dripping slit. However, it was her scent, which shattered all of his remaining restrain once she raked her sex across his nose. Her juices invaded his nostrils and drove him mad. His tongue darted out and slathered across her from her sex to the base of her tail. Her hips bucked and his tongue darted for more of her nectar while he breathed in her scent deeply. His tongue wiggled and wormed its way into that tight passage. He didn't know how long his tongue continued its efforts to work into her depth before he began swallowing her river of juices as she bleated and ground herself across his tongue. Her tail hole was bruising his nose and causing tears to form in the corner of his eyes, by the time she stood to deny him any more of her wonderful taste.

Faline was lost in her lust as she raked across the male's muzzle. She wanted his tongue deeper. Her thoughts were consumed by the single thought of forcing that wonderfully wide tongue deeper into her tight passage, until her climax wracked her body. It was intense. It was wonderful as she withered and thrashed against her male lover. However, as her orgasm began to dwindle, her eyes opened to a sight of his pink flesh poking out of his sheath. She knew he was already growing thicker. There was no way he would deny her the opportunity to be mounted for her first time. She would know the experience as the other girls had experienced it. "You better mount me before you get any thicker," she instructed once she was on her hands and knees as she looked over her shoulder at the stupid male staring at her with the bewildered look on his face.

Marcus was still trying to focus his thoughts as his tongue franticly attempted to clean his muzzle of every last trace of her wonderful nectar, while her scent continued to assault any thought as it attempted to form. The faint recollection of her juice coating his nostrils flickered at the edge of his memories. He sniffed deeply as his eyes struggled to focus. He could see her on her hands and knees with her nervous tail flagged straight up to reveal her small glistening slit and her round tail hole in all their glory. He heard her words but their meaning was lost to him. All his thoughts were consumed by her small slit. He scrambled to his feet before he positioned himself behind her. He held her gaze as he pushed forward to bury the first few inches of his spent shaft into her. He could see her lips moving as her voice tried to penetrate his madness.

Faline was wondering if she had broken the male as she wiggled her rump at him with her tail flagged for him. He continued to stare as he licked his lips. "You are getting thicker," she scolded for his hesitation. Her wariness of him built as he scrambled behind her and began to position himself with a glossy eyed look of a man possessed. "Be easy it is my first...," she began to instruct until her words turned to a gasp as he pushed into her. Her eyes threatened to pop out of her head as he plunged into her. She scrambled to pull away from him as he plowed in and out of her tight passage. Every thrust seemed to drive into her deeper. She could feel every vein and bump of his shaft as it was plunged deeper. Every throb seemed to make him thicker and to her horror, she could feel that bump in his shaft now banging against her entrance. Her voice became horse as she bleated, snorted, and moaned as he continued to force his knot into her. She felt the tears build in the corner of her eyes as he ground against her madly. Then she felt that mass force itself into her depths, before he stopped pounding it into her. She continued to pull against his strong arms in desperation until she felt him throb to an incredible girth. He began a short slow twitching of his hips, before she realized he had released her hips from his strong grasp. However, as she pulled away from him she realized he had tied her. Every desperate tug for escape caused him to swell inside of her. It felt as if she would tear at any moment. However, her mind broke as she felt it. It was just a twinge of pleasure as he throbbed inside her. It continued to grow as she continued to pant as she nearly dangled from his engorged flesh. She heard her moans as they grew to snorts and bleats, before she pushed back into him. Her insides seemed to cramp as her sex clamped and grasped at the intruding flesh. Her hips bucked as she pushed and pulled at the cock impaling her. His grunts rang in her ears as she felt the first spray of his seed into her womb, which just intensified her climax. Her head swung wildly as she thrashed at the end of his erupting flesh. She lost track of time. It could have been minutes, hours, or days, while she milked him of everything he had. She continued to buck her hips and pull at him until his shrunken knot slipped out of her. Her only thought was to push back into him to force his small bump back inside of her. She ignored the slopping noises as she plunged his shrunken flesh in and out of her while her hips bucked to smash her sore clit against the disappearing knot. With one final passage of his dwindling erection into her passage, her body shuddered as she brought herself to one more climax, which sprayed him with their mixed fluids. She pushed him as deep as his diminished size would allow while she ground her clit against him until her climax faded to a memory.

Marcus' thoughts began to return to him as he continued to fill the small delicate doe. He couldn't believe she took his knot any more than the way she thrashed in her own climax. She began to frighten him once his knot slid from her small slit. He still didn't know how in the hell he had managed to force himself past that small opening when she pushed back into him. He froze in disbelief as she began to work him in and out of her frantically while her hips bucked and she continued to moan and bleat as he vaguely remembered her doing, while he had plowed her with his erection. The spray that erupted around his shrunken flesh buried in her tight passage actually startled him, until she pressed against him where she rode his pole until she was finished. He was still dumbfounded as she collapsed to the floor.

Lori couldn't believe the monster she had created by introducing Faline to the club. She found the way Faline refused to watch the excitement in the rings amusing, while she gawked wide eyed at the throbbing and dripping cocks around the club. She noticed her friend never made eye contact with a single male as she darted nervously around the room. The way Faline's tail fidgeted constantly was as cute as it was adorable. The way her eyes bugged out of her head as her name had been called to ring two, nearly caused her to laugh out loud. She didn't know what Marcus had said to Faline, but she gasped as her friend knelt in front of him. It was even more shocking to witness her friend begin to suck him off. No female ever did that. Everyone wanted to be mounted. She didn't know what Faline was thinking. The way she rode his muzzle before she filled his mouth was just as unbelievable. However, that was nothing to the ferocity of their rutting. She could have sworn her friend had an orgasm that lasted several minutes as she bucked and thrashed wildly before he even tied her. It was so hard to tell by all of her squalling, bleating, and moaning. She noticed she wasn't the only one staring in disbelief as Faline continued to ride him after he had shriveled down to nothing, until she had yet another orgasm. Lori was still stunned as the two nearly collapsed in the ring, when her friend finally finished with him. "Are you okay?" she asked once she finally gathered her composure and approached her friend.

"Never been better," Faline answered with a weak grin as she accepted her friend's hand. "I think I broke him," she giggled as she looked back down to the canine still panting on the concrete floor, while he displayed a goofy toothy grin.

"Come on Marcus others want to use the ring," Blake declared as he tried to gather his friend.

"Did you see that... she is amazing," Marcus stammered in his orgasm-induced stupor.

"Yeah, everyone saw," Blake replied with a slight chuckle as he glanced back at the small doe. It was times like this, which made him wish he wasn't so well endowed. He doubted if she could ever accommodate him. There were too few who could and enjoy it. Even Leah couldn't take all of him.