Cosmo Candle
Story by xax on SoFurry
The group gets to Cosmo Canyon and Barret learns some things about Red and also finally has some time to handle his rut. (sequel to Sailor Suit & Touch of Fire)
The buggy broke down a week after they got it, which was really the capstone on the mountain of bullshit that had been the Gold Saucer. Barret got out and kicked the tires, like that would make the engine start again.
He wasn't a mechanic, but as far as he could tell one of the engine belts had been loose, and it'd slipped out of its housing and been absolutely obliterated, doing who-knew how much damage to the nearby components. He didn't know what everything was supposed to look like when it was working, much less when it was belching acrid smoke up into the air.
"Well," he said. "That shit ain't starting up again."
They'd cleared the jungle early this morning, and had been driving through a rocky, mountainous barrens for most of the day. It was evening now, and heat was radiating off the dusty sand in wavy ripples. Barret had been checking their map; there were some small settlements somewhere around here, but the big one was--
"There's somebody at Cosmo Canyon who could fix this," Red said, and everybody's eyes turned to him.
Cosmo Canyon. Barret'd always wanted to go there. After heading to Midgar and getting involved in AVALANCHE, the founder had talked often about studying there, learning about the Planet and the true flow of mako energy. Their headlong chase after Sephiroth hadn't seemed like the time to bring up how he'd always wanted to go there, so he'd resigned himself to driving past it sometime in the night, but...
"Cosmo Canyon?" Cloud said. "Is it around here?"
Barret pointed his gatling gun at a point on the map, clasped in his hand. "'S like three miles that way," he said, gesturing, and then peered down at Red. "You know something about it?"
Red shied away, a weird expression on his face. "I'm from Cosmo Canyon."
"Huh." Barret thought -- he had to admit, he hadn't ever really thought where Red was from. Definitely not just some monster, but... it hadn't come up, any more than he'd brought up North Corel to Red. As far as Red was concerned -- well, until the Gold Saucer -- Barret was born and bred in Midgar. He'd even said--!
Not that long ago, soon after they'd arrived in Costa del Sol, Barret had been talking to Red about their path. Winding around through the world, crossing the ocean, setting foot on the far continent. He'd even specifically said, he'd always wanted to visit Cosmo Canyon. It'd been after some long night fucking: Barret's skin tacky with cooling sweat and half-dried cum, Red pressed up against his side like a firebrand, his cock still mostly-hard glued to Barret's skin. He'd said, they were gonna do a lot more roughing it over here. Towns were more sparsely scattered; the land was never fully settled, so they were gonna be camping out a lot more. There were only a few big landmarks -- Costa del Sol, the Gold Saucer, Cosmo Canyon. He'd always wanted to study there, at Cosmo Canyon, he'd said, and Red's response had just been a grunt of acknowledgement.
Thinking about that consumed Barret as their group made the hour-long trek through the gathering gloom. The lights of Cosmo Canyon -- huge torches, fluttering in the cool wind like pennants -- were visible after the first 20 minutes, after they made it to a fork in the mountain path. Barret looked down at Red padding beside him. "You okay?"
"Fine," was Red's only response. It was worrying, and when Barret was worried his first impulse was to start yelling, but here and now he tried to tamp that down.
Cosmo Canyon was built along a zigzagging canyon ravine, with striated rock exposed in slablike shelves. Windmills spun along the cliff ridge, and an old observatory looked in the sky above. Bridges spanned between the ravine walls, and torches with great plumes lit up the night, whipping in the night wind.
Red's tail lashed as they approached, flame light a fluttering wisp. Barret almost said something again, like, asking if he was really okay. But then they crunched up to the gate, and before Cloud could ask if they had a mechanic or something the guard interrupted him:
"Nanaki!" One of the guards shouted, looking down at Red. What? "You're back!"
"Nanaki?" Barret mumbled.
Red looked over at him. "Don't worry about it." And then, to the guards: "I'm back! I've returned safely!" His tail lashed against the ground, like it did when Red was agitated.
"You could go and speak with Bugenhagen. He's been worried about you."
Red nodded and bolted past.
"Red!" Barret yelled, arm extended as Red pushed past the guards, up and up the steps. His tail-flame formed a waving light bobbing up into the darkness above. He stomped forward, only for the guard to step in front of him. "Y' gonna let us in too?" Barret said, shoulders squared, gun-arm at his side, thumb dragging against the waist of his pants.
"Uhhh," the guard said, staring up at him, looking more than a little intimidating at facing all six-feet-six-inches, 280 pounds of muscle (and another 20 pounds of gun-arm) looming over him. "I-I'm sorry, but, we're at capacity right now, we don't have any slots available for tourists--"
"Tourists?!" Barret bellowed, about to step right over the guy, when Red came twisting back down.
"They helped me while I was on the road," he said. "Please let them in." And then he was gone again, racing back up.
Barret loudly cracked his knuckles against the barrel of his gatling gun. "Th' man said 'please'," he said. "You gonna step aside?"
The guard stammered and stepped back, holding up his hands placatingly. "Please, come in," he said, trying to look as unthreatening as possible.
"Barret," Tifa said behind him, trying to be calming, but Barret stomped forward, racing up the steps after Red.
Red, at least, noticed him following and slowed down, coming to a stop on a switchback curve for Barret to catch up.
"What the hell is this?!" Barret yelled.
"This is where I was... " Red started. "It's my hometown. My tribe were protectors of those who appreciated the beauty of this canyon, and of the Planet." He let out a sharp exhale. "My mother fought and died here, to protect them. I... am the last of my race."
Barret sat down hard on the steps. "Huh. Red--" he said, stretching out his hand.
"The mission I inherited from my ancestors is to protect this place. I-- My journey with you ends here. Please understand."
"Red!" Barret yelled, but Red pushed past him with a jolt, racing up to the canyon heights. Barret blinked hard, eyes stinging. He wiped his forearm across his face, snarling. "Red, get back here!" he bellowed up at Red's retreating back, lurching to his feet. He looked down at the rest of the group, milling at the gate awkwardly pretending like they hadn't heard the argument, and then up at the mazy passageways towards the top of the canyon, and stomped upward.
He had to ask for directions. Several times.
"Uh, hey, where's... Bugenhagen?" he asked, leaning over the counter of a replica arms shop set up in the cave warren. The woman behind the counter looked at him, taking in his giant frame and his gun-arm. "It's about, uh, Nanaki? You maybe saw him run past?"
"Oh, he's back?!" The woman said. "We all feared the worst, when ShinRa raided us-- The observatory is up the stairs, left fork, up the other stairs, then take the left turn at the landing and head back into the cave, then it's forward and up the ladder."
Barret tried to commit the directions to memory. Then: "Huh? Ladder? How's--- Nanaki gonna get up that?"
The woman laughed. "Oh, he just jumps up the cliff if he can. He's such a little puppy at heart."
'A puppy at heart' was absolutely not how Barret would describe Red, and not just because Red'd been stuffing him with his knot for months. Still, Barret nodded and made his way up, struggling with the ladder on account of his gun-arm. By the time he was at the observatory, there was no sign of Red outside, and so he opened the door and pushed inside, feeling like he was breaking in. This didn't seem like a place tourists got to just walk around.
Red was sitting next to an ancient-looking old man. They both turned to look at him. Barret had the distinct impression he was interrupting something. "Uh, hey," he said.
"Barret, this is my grandfather, Bugen," Red said. Grandfather?! Barret mouthed at him, but Red had turned back to the man -- Bugen, or Bugenhagen, or whoever. "Grandfather, this is- one of the men who helped me break out of ShinRa holding." Probably most people wouldn't have heard the slight hitch there, but it seemed like Red was currently in a room with two people who definitely would.
Bugenhagen made a soft laugh, hoo-hoo-hoo. "Well, I'm glad someone was around to help Nanaki out. You see," he started, and even though Red tried to interrupt with "Grandfather--" he kept talking. "Nanaki here is still just a child. 16 or 17 years old by your reckoning."
"Sixteen?!" Barret yelped, staring down at Red.
"I'm 48!" Red said, overlapping with Barret. "My people live to be... very old. Half a millenium isn't uncommon." He looked over at Bugenhagen, a little growl entering his voice. "Because of that, everyone insists on calling me a child, still."
Bugenhagen bounced in place, letting out his hoo-hoo-hoo of a laugh. "He's very quiet and deep. You thought he was an adult?" Bugenhagen said to Barret. Then, to Red: "There are still many things you have to learn, Nanaki."
The whole situation was uncomfortable. Barret opened his mouth, though he really didn't know what would come out, when he was interrupted.
"Bugenhagen!" somebody yelled, rushing in. "Several odd-looking people have come." Barret was standing to the side, behind Red, and apparently the person couldn't see him there.
"Uh," Red said. "Several people came with me. That would be them. They're... they're on a quest to save the Planet. I was thinking you could show them your observatory."
"Save the Planet?" Bugenhagen said. "Very interesting."
The whole situation was a mess. Barret already knew what Bugenhagen was studying; it was the foundation of AVALANCHE's philosophy. The planet was dying. It was... he'd thought Cloud was some crazy fuck they just happened to stumble across, but with everything that had happened since then -- ShinRa, Sephiroth, Jenova -- he let himself think for the first time, maybe things would get better. Maybe they really could take down ShinRa and stop Mako power from killing the world.
Afterwards, Red led the way, winding along the canyon's edge. Barret settled down on a rock lip, one leg slung over the canyon's edge. He looked over at Red, who sat next to him.
"So, sixteen, huh?" Barret said with a little laugh. "Didn't know I was a cradle robber."
Red let out a snarl. "I'm nearly old enough to be your father." There was a pause, and then Red sighed, deflating. "I said I hadn't gone into rut before Shinra captured me. That's why they keep calling me a child, or a teenager: they're treating the onset of rut like it's a human puberty. It usually doesn't happen before the half-century for my kind, so Hojo's experiments might have... given me a boost, there." Red shrugged, obviously a little uncomfortable. It was weird seeing him like this: not as a singular person, some weird monster-man, but enmeshed into the context of his birth. Red had been a little pup here, before Barret was born. Red let out a sigh. "But I suppose I can still be child-like. I hardly know what that means; both my parents died when I was just a cub."
Barret let out a sympathetic grunt of acknowledgment. There was a pause. "That guy your actual grandfather?"
"What? No." Red shook his head. "He's human."
"Well yeah, but-- Hojo said--"
Red snorted, lip curling up into a snarl. "Pretty sure Hojo just wanted to watch me rape some helpless humans."
Barret nodded. "Well, yeah, but--" He trailed off. Red being the last of his kind put a different spin on that scene Hojo had put on. Not just Aeris as the last living Ancient, but Red too.
"Y'want me to call you Nanaki?"
Red shook his head. "Red-- I like it when you call me that." Despite himself, Barret felt heat flush his cheeks when Red looked at him. "Red XIII... An identifier Hojo gave to an experiment. But I never... I feel the weight of expectations on 'Nanaki'. Here more than anywhere else. I wanted to be someone else. Someone free to do whatever he wanted." He looked over at Barret, eyes gleaming in the darkness. "Someone free to be with you. But maybe that was childish."
Barret swallowed. "Nah, I don't think so. Or-- y' got something goin' on here, for sure. You gotta figure that out one way or another, and not jus' run away. But. You can, uh. You can be with me as long as you want, you know?" He scuffed his hand across Red's jaw, scratching through his fur, and Red leaned into his touch, body pressed hot against his side in the chill night.
After a long moment, Barret got up with a groan. "I gotta relay that message to the rest of the group, I guess. I'll, uh. See you in a bit?"
Red nodded, and Barret made his way down to the campfire.
The rest of the group -- Cloud, Tifa, Aeris, Cait Sith -- were sitting around the Cosmo Candle, the big bonfire at the canyon base. Barret scraped his boots across the loose gravel so they could hear him approaching out of the darkness, and Tifa was the one to get up, turning towards him.
"Barret! You're back!"
Barret nodded. "Red's got some family stuff to handle. His grandfather says, uh, you're welcome to come up to the observatory. Listen to the Planet." He shrugged.
"The mechanic says she can't say how long it'll take to fix the buggy," Tifa said. "They're gonna haul it back here tomorrow morning and see if they can fix it right away, but there might be missing parts, and those could take a few days to get."
Barret nodded mutely. Then, not really relishing saying it, he let the pause drag on until it was uncomfortable. "Gonna bunk up at Red's place," he said. "Since--" he started, and then couldn't think of any way to finish it aside from since Red'll be breeding me all night.
"Oh," Tifa said, eyes wide. "Sure."
Barret nodded at her and turned to go, stepping out into the darkness, heading up the zig-zagging stairs.
"Finally," Aeris said, loud enough Barret could hear. "They're really loud," she continued, not half as quiet as she thought she was being.
Tifa let out a gasp and a nervous giggle. "Aeris," she shushed, looking over where Barret was still.
It was-- Barret knew he yelled a lot; he was there. Usually he was thinking of something else when Red was busy mounting him. Still. His cheeks burned hot, hotter as he thought about just what he'd bellowed out for Red and everybody to hear. Begging for his knot, mostly. Sometimes begging for Red to piss on him. Demanding Red use him like a bitch, like a sloppy cocksleeve.
Flushed, Barret kept walking, making sure not to let any of it show in his gait. Fuck 'em; he was the one who was gonna be getting fucked all night.
Red was still up on the canyon edge, on a dusty trail that wound out to the outskirts of town. Barret settled down next to him, brushing a hand down his back.
"How you feeling?"
Red snorted. "Pent up."
Barret let out a little laugh. "Yeah, no shit. You--" he started, and stopped, and Red looked up at him. "You, uh, been different here. I mean, prickly as hell. But. Bouncier, too. I'm glad I got to see it." And then with a little smirk: "Like a lil' pup."
Red let out a buzzsaw snarl, hackles rising across the back of his neck. "Oh yeah?" he said, voice a hungry rasp. Between his haunches, his sheath bulged and sagged lower, piling over his enormous balls. His cocktip peeked out, flesh already glowing softly. "I'll show you what this little puppy can do." His cock surged out, muscles across his underbelly clenching and pushing, and the first foot of his cock burbled out into the open, splattering Barret's side with his acrid pre.
Barret groaned, leaning in to press a kiss across Red's lips, hand reaching down to curl around Red's fat dick. He gave it a pump, grinning as Red groaned into his mouth, tongue lolling out to slobber across his face. "Yeah, we finally got time for you to breed me properly, huh? I was jus' saying, even with everything, you seem happier here. Good to see it." Red's cock lurched out, fat and bulky, pissing out rank streamers of pre all up and down Barret's side as he lazily tugged on his enormous monster cock. His barbs scraped across his palm, making Red's breath catch and rasp with each stroke. "I been aching for your knot all day. Yeah, fuck, time for you to breed me."
Red got up with a wobble, weight thrown off by the sheer size of his cock beneath him. Barret had been right: Red's dick was still growing, and there was no mistaking it now. It gurgled out of his sheath, slurping out under its own weight until the soft, spongy bulk of his knot erupted into the open with a thick wet splat, and -- fully unsheathed, the tip jutted right between his forelegs, hanging so far down the tip nearly touched the ground beneath. It'd only been two weeks, maybe three, since Junon, and in that time Red had added, what, another handspan of length to his dick? The barbs along his shaft, originally tiny spikes that'd rasped under Barret's thumbtip as he stroked up Red's length, had grown into nearly inch-long spikes, and across his knot, where they were already inch-long spikes, they'd grown into a spiny thicket of overlapping flesh, like his knot was covered in fat, twisting thorns. The glow of his cock, originally a dim, ruddy red-orange that crept up his shaft, was now nearly enough to see by, and Red's cocktip glowed an intense yellow-white, casting wobbling golden shadows across the rocky scree of the cliffside. If somebody was looking up right now, they might see Red's dick as a glowing beacon.
The prolonged aftereffects of Hojo's treatment or his species' half-century second puberty, either way Red was going through some kind of growth spurt. Barret milked Red's cock as they made out, hand hardly reaching halfway around his immense shaft, mouth hanging open. He slurped Red's tongue down his throat, wetly gurgling and gagging, and Red opened wide, jaws wrapping across his face as he fucked his tongue down his throat. Red growled, breath hot as it billowed up over Barret's face, and his cock let out a messy eruption of pre, heavy enough from anybody else it'd be a half-dozen loads in one: painting Barret's undershirt to his chest, soaking it translucent with rank slime. From Red, it just meant he was starting to get turned on, beyond just having his dick unsheathed.
Barret pulled back with a wet slurp, face shining with slobber. "Fuck," he groaned. He looked down: it already looked like he'd been the focus of a gangbang, face and chest coated in slime, reeking with Red's acrid animal pre. "Fuck, yer always so messy."
Red'd been getting more and more pent up every day. All it took to get his cock to drop was a little touch to his haunches. Barret'd done it the other day by just petting his rump, and by the end of it Red was a drooling mess, humping the air with his monstrous cock fully unsheathed and flinging ropes of watery pre everywhere. Every day: through Junon, Gold Saucer, Gongaga, Red had gotten needier, rut surging through him harder, and -- Barret felt a little guilty, like, if he'd been able to withstand 24 hours of nonstop fucking when they first met he could've helped Red out early and avoided all this. Not that he was opposed to Red's utterly giant cock, but...
Red's control had been balancing on the knife edge for a while, and knowing that he was finally gonna have his way with Barret had toppled him off entirely. Barret pushed his way into Red's place and was faced with a monster. Red tackled him, bowling him back on his ass in the doorway: his cock unsheathed and drooling, his mouth slavering, as he snarled down at Barret, fangs bared. Red lapped across his throat, sandpaper tongue scraping against his coarse stubble.
Barret buried his hand in Red's shaggy mohawk. "Ready to actually dump your load, huh? Use me as much as you want?"
Red snarled deep, body buzzing against Barret's chest, and his cock erupted, knot throbbing between Barret's thighs as his cocktip spat out bolt after bolt of glowing cum all across his chest and face. That was an actual load, even if it tapered off quick since he wasn't knotted. Red was getting a bit of a hair trigger.
Usually they tried to avoid making so much of a mess, but here and now Barret could just sling off his cum-sodden vest and haul his dripping, soaked-through undershirt off, letting them land somewhere with a heavy splat. He arched up, letting his hairy chest press against Red's muscular underbelly, Red's cock a bulky pillar between them that fucked up between his broad pecs. Red snarled again, clamping his jaw tight across Barret's face, and humped against him once, twice, before he came again, absolutely plastering Barret in a swampy mess of his grimy monster cum. His muscles were outlined in glowing streams, sluicing down his chest as he tried to push himself up to his elbows with Red lurching and humping against him, sloppily drooling all over his face.
"Fuck, you're needy," Barret groaned, hand cupping his own hard cock, struggling to unbuckle his belt and fully strip with Red in a frenzy on top of him. "It's gettin' real bad, huh?"
"I need to fuck," Red said, voice a nearly inarticulate series of growls and snarls. "Fuck you. Breed you like a bitch. Need to breed you heavy with my cubs. See you pregnant and leaking milk." Barret felt his cheeks grow hot. That was a new one. He wasn't gonna hold it against Red, who was practically feverish with need, mindlessly hunching his cock between them as he endlessly spat out a sludgy slurry of pre and cum.
Barret kicked himself out of his boots and pants, nearly kicking Red off of him, and Red's only response was a long crooning yowl. Barret flopped around, pinned under Red's bulk, but he plantd his hand on the ground and flipped himself over on all fours, letting Red's cock smear up his side and settle along the span of his back: tip pressing against the back of his head with Red's knot pounding against his asscheeks. Red had gotten big.
"No," Red snarled. "Not on the floor. Get in the breeding bench."
"Why do you have a breeding bench?!"
Red hacked out a laugh. "Why do you think?"
Fair enough.
The breeding bench was two parallel padded bars, one higher than the other, bolted together at the base: one for his shoulders and the other for his thighs. The higher one had a slight swell of support in the middle for his head. Barret moved into position: half-kneeling, with the lower bar supporting the backs of his thighs and the upper bar spread across his shoulders and chest. Kneeling like this spread his asscheeks, tugging his asshole open, and Barret let himself flower open. His heavily-used asslips pouted outward, forming a ridged, puffy ring that gaped open with a soft slurp. Getting fucked and knotted by Red daily for months sure had made some alterations to his body.
Red mounted him clumsily, cock stabbing between his thighs and glacing across his mounded balls. Red's forepaws curled across his chest, scraping stinging lines over his skin as he adjusted himself. He thrusted again, cocktip digging into the meat of his ass, but before Barret could shift and slide him in Red bucked up, slopping his cock up Barret's back and releasing a fountaining plume of pre and cum that painted him in a layer of slime. Barret grunted, trying to shift himself to give Red better access -- rocking forward on the bench, raising his ass -- and Red jolted forward, jaw opening wide to clamp down across the back of his neck, squeezing down to pin him in place.
Red really had been at his limit. His ongoing rut, getting back to Cosmo Canyon -- whatever it was, he'd hit the end of his tether and it'd finally snapped. He was little more than a frenzied animal, desperate to breed. And Barret was fine with that, just so long as Red could get his fucking dick into him already.
"C'mon you fuckin' mutt, shove your knot in me already!" Barret bellowed, rolling his hips back against Red's dick. Above him, Red let out a open-mouthed snarl, drooling slobber in slimy drops down Barret's back. Red jerked forward, and his cocktip scraped across the puffy ridge of Barret's hole, shoving inside. Red stuffed a solid foot of his cock up into Barret's ass in a single thrust. Barret's head snapped up, a bellow tearing its way up his throat. Red's feet danced on the floor, hips jerking as he repositioned himself to thrust again: pressing their bodies tight together, the animal muscles of his chest pressing against Barret's back as he brought his forepaws down on Barret's shoulders, and then with a second brutal thrust Red impaled Barret fulled with his cock, sinking the full thing all the way down to the knot.
Barret roared, guts spasming and churning from the rough start. Red's dick erupted with a plume of slimy pre inside him, gurgling down his cock-stuffed guts to squirt out against Red's knot. Red jerked back, all his barbs flaring to dig into the soft flesh of Barret's guts, and then he slammed forward again, knot bearing down against Barret's splayed hole and popping in with a heavy, meaty thump.
Barret's eyes rolled back in his head, body spasming around the brutal stretch. His cock, half-hard, erupted in a messy spray of cum, loudly splattering to the smooth rock floor beneath as Red's throbbing knot crushed his prostate flat, pinning it down between two of Red's immense, curving barbs.
Red came in him with a whine, hips clumsily jerking as he brought his paws down to Barret's side, giving him better leverage to knock his knot around inside Barret's guts. It hadn't been even two minutes since they got inside and already Red was dumping a load into Barret's guts, knot pulsing a throbbing as it bloated inside him.
Barret reached down with a groan, idly tugging on his cum-drooling cock. The bigger Red's dick got -- and the more wild and lost in his rut he got -- the harder it was for him to stay hard when getting fucked. Recently he'd gotten to appreciate multiple orgasms, cumming over and over again with his limp dick flopping between his thighs as Red's immense knot milked the load right out of him. He relaxed, letting his body go limp against the breeding bench, focusing on the hot throb of Red's cock inside him: spurting out heavy, watery gushes of cum into his guts; knot beating like a second heart lodged between his hips. Any motion dragged Red's dick inside him, making his immense, fleshy barbs scrape curving lines inside him, burning and stinging inside him. Barret fucked himself on Red's cock, hips tugging back and forth minutely, and -- he came again, groaning, as his limp cock pissed out a second wet splatter of cum into the mess of his first load.
The first time Red'd knotted him, back in Kalm, it'd been -- it'd wrecked him. He'd been walking funny all the next day, guts throbbing from the stinging scrape of Red's nubby barbs. Now, Red's knot had gone from being something he could cup in his hand to being something nearly the size of his head: a giant, nightmarish swell of thorny muscle that scraped and sawed through his guts, plucking and tugging at his well-used flesh. Barret had lost track of how many times he'd been fucked and knotted, two or three times a night. Barret relaxed onto the breeding bench as Red pumped him full of his first load of the nght, softly groaning as Red settled on top of him, hips minutely jerking to send his cock lurching through his bloated guts.
The first knot only lasted about half an hour, and when Red pulled out -- knot emerging with a slick wet slurp -- it was with a gushing torrent of his glowing cum, painting watery rivulets of opaque golden slime down his thighs. Barret worked his guts, feeling squirts of cum wend their way down his guts. If this had been months ago, just the single knotting would have wrecked him. Now, though --
"That all y'got? C'mon, shove that thing back in me!" Barret clenched his asshole, making his puffy asslips pout and swell out into a fat mound. Red snarled above him, cock unflaggingly hard even right after his knot growing turgid, and he lurched back, cocktip smacking against Barret's cum-slathered thighs before he sunk himself in again. Barret's guts opened again, spreading easily to swallow down Red's cock. Cum burbled out around Red's pumping shaft, coating his fleshy barbs in beads of glowing slime, squelching and slurping as he sunk his entire length back into Barret's welcoming guts. Barret let out a long groan, tipping his head to the side, and Red took the opening, muzzle opening wide as he clamped his jaw over Barret's head. His tongue smeared across his face before he shoved it past his lips and straight down his throat, kissing him obscenely. Red's hips jerked forward and back, scrubbing his barbs over Barret's inner walls, scraping over his throbbing prostate and ironing out his pulpy guts, breaking Barret open for the long breeding he was about to take.
Red fucked him a half-dozen times, knotting him and spraying out heavier and heavier gushes of cum into his increasingly flooded guts. Barret's belly swelled, swaying beneath him, heavy with Red's loads; Red only let him rest for a scant minute between rounds of knotting as he dumped load after load of his glowing monster jizz into Barret's guts.
"Fuck," Barret groaned, as Red yanked his half-turgid knot from his fucked-open gape, letting the dammed-up cum erupt out of him in sloppy streamers. His guts glugged as churned-up cum sprayed out of him in pulses, forming sloppy gushes his guts slowly pushed the slurry out from where it was pinned in him past a fold in his guts. "Y' really pent up, huh?"
They'd gone for this long before -- seven or eight times in a night, before Barret would collapse, so cum-bloated he looked nine months pregnant, and eke out a scant few hours of sleep before the dawn, leaking cum the whole time -- but this was approaching their limits. Red was insatiable, rut pent up for so long, and now he was driven by something beyond sleep or rest or hunger.
"Mine," he snarled out, panting out slobbery froth across Barret's back. "My bitch. Breed you-- breed you full." The words were hazy fragments, disconnected from anything else. "Mine," he snarled again, cock flexing.
Red cocked a leg and pissed all over him, washing Barret's sweaty, cum-encrusted skin with a drizzling spray of his acrid piss. Cock still hard, his stream was thin and wobbling, spraying up Barret's back in droplets, slashing down to burn across the raw clawmarks webbing his hips, before Red pissed straight into his open, drooling gape, thinning out his watery cum into a thin, dribbling slurry that sheeted all down Barret's legs. Barret groaned, cock shuddering to life -- half from the piss, half from the physical respite of having his guts brutally twisted and folded up around Red's pistoning monstercock -- and he tugged on his length, lubed with piss and cum as Red emptied his bladder all up and down his body.
"Mine," Red snarled out again, and lurched forward, mounting Barret still-pissing and slamming himself knot-deep again, starting out a soupy tempo, sodden haunches slapping against Barret's dripping skin, utterly unheeding of the mess as he started fucking away again, slamming his half-turgid knot through Barret's loose, open gape.
Red fucked him all through the night until dawn. Barret took it, gaped open on the breeding bench as Red used him as a living cocksheath, dumping load after load into him. A little after dawn, though -- Red's barbs scraped as he dismounted, scoring burning lines in his guts, plucking over his rubbery gape, until with a final wet squelch his pointed cocktip tore free. Barret groaned, ass carved open, a yawning chasm that stayed hollowed out inside him, his guts long ago reshaped to take Red's cock. His inner walls weakly pulsed and clenched, spasming around nothing now that Red had finally ripped his monstrous cock free. Even carved open, though, only a thin burble of Red's load spilled down his guts, drooling in creamy globs from his ruined ass.
The heavy sloshing weight of Red's load wasn't just pumped deep inside him, it was dammed up. Instead of Red's watery, slimy issue, his loads had been getting siltier the whole night, and now the thick, silty dregs of Red's load gummed up further as they met the open air, rapidly congealing into dense, rubbery clots that stuck to his skin like they'd been glued there. The barbs, the knot, the immense, gallon-sized loads of cum-- all that wasn't enough for Red's species. In addition to all that, Red'd gotten fucking cum-plugs too.
Barret let out a ragged groan, weakly sloping his hips. He could feel it inside him: a huge, rubbery clot bloating his guts somewhere under his belly button. The pressure of the loads inside him was concentrated there, bearing down on the broad, rubbery swell of the hardened plug, and even as Barret clenched and pushed, open guts wetly sucking, he couldn't feel it budge an inch. He let out a wet sob, pushing, and the plug lurched -- and his guts with it, sloppily prolapsing out of his wrecked ass in a lumpy blossom, red flesh caked with gummy, grimy froth as the plug slipped down along with his guts, making the dammed reservoir of cum inside him loudly gurgle and churn.
Barret worked his guts, sloppily sucking his prolapse back into his body and pushing it back out again as Red, spent for now, panted on top of him. His perpetually-hard cock smeared up his hip, tip still drizzling out silty cum-sludge that hardened along the underside of his cock, forming a messy lacework of ooze that froze his barbs in place. Barret's belly shuddered beneath him, swaying just from the motion of his gaped guts unfurling, and Barret found himself in a haze, lost in the sensation of his guts churning, cum gurgling inside him, as he worked the cum plug back and forth. Heat billowed inside him, and his panting breath grew louder, until with an abrupt whine he found himself cumming: stiff cock splattering out a load across his hanging belly, spraying in sharp, pressurized jolts across his slime-slathered skin. Fuck. He'd cum just from working his guts.
That'd taken long enough for Red to regain his breath. Fresh pre burbled up from his cocktip, peeling off the congealed cum-ooze glued to his dick, and with an animal snarl he jerked back, cock thudding across Barret's asscheeks, before he sunk himself back inside, filling up the hollow, fucked-open space inside Barret's guts with a wet, scummy squelch. Barret groaned, hand curling around the breeding bench's support, shoulders tensing on its brace. Red's cock hammered inside him, pulverizing his mushy guts, stabbing against the stiff swell of his own cum-plug as he sheathed himself balls-deep again.
Five minutes of humping and Barret felt the plug start to crack; another five after that and Red plowed through with a roar and a plume of old cum spraying out around his bulging knot. Red stuffed his cock balls-deep again, and socketed his thorny knot into place between Barret's hips with a glugging slurp, damming his old load in as he got ready to add a fresh one to the mix. Barret drooled mindlessly down the head cushion, limp cock spasming against his bloated belly as Red's huge thorns raked across his prostate over and over, milking out a continual stream of cloudy cum.
Red mounted him properly, paws scraping fresh lines across his sluggishly-bleeding hips, and started to pump inside him again, slavering and drooling down his back as his thrusts picked up tempo. His immense balls swung between Barret's spread thighs, sweat ballflesh coccooning Barret's own dick and balls until Red's fat monster nuts cracked against his drooping belly and rebounded, over and over as Red mindlessly thrust into him, only needing to breed again and again and again.
Barret floated away, in a haze, letting Red carve him open further, using him as a breeding receptacle. Hours after hour, as the sun rose, Red kept fucking him, still in a mindless rut. Each load came with a fresh cum-plug, smeared together with the clotted remains of the last one, until each spurt of cum stirred huge, fist-sized lumps of rubbery cum-jelly around through his flooded guts, wetly rebounding off the stretched sides of his taut, cum-bloated intestines.
Red fucked him for hours, utterly inexhaustible. He dumped load after load in Barret's ruined guts, keeping him knotted for half-hour intervals as his jelly-like plugs sealed up around his cocktip before he wrenched his cock out once his knot softened. Barret's asshole was a bruised wreck: throbbing heavily between his splayed asscheeks, asslips swollen into fat, palm-thick walls of puffy, engorged flesh that slackly drooped around Red's cockroot, drooling out slimy pre even as Red knotted him over and over again. Eventually, even Red's knot wasn't enough to stretch his rim: even fully engorged, his nearly head-sized knot easily slurped through Barret's loose hole. Red knot-fucked him, and each thrust folded his guts inside-out, forming a straining sheath of froth-drenched flesh clinging to Red's barbs, squirting out watery gushes of Red's fiercely glowing jizz.
Barret's belly shuddered and swelled as Red dumped gallon after gallon of his fertile cum into his guts. The ragged scratch marks across his sides seamed wider over the hours, stretching out into stinging rents as his flesh warped and stretched. Barret looked beyond pregnant: belly swaying low beneath him, nearly scuffing the ground as his body jolted with each of Red's brutal thrusts. His abs were bruised from the inside, and they'd been fucking long enough the bruises were starting to show as mottled purple marks in blotches up his chest where Red's sharp cocktip had been stabbing against his skin from below. His belly surged and rippled as dislodged cum-plugs knocked against each other inside his warped, bunched guts. His belly, the grotesque parody of pregnancy, just made Red more inflamed: he snarled and growled, drooling slimy strings of froth and slobber down Barret's sweaty back. Red dumped another load into Barret's cum-packed guts, wetly slurping his fully-engorged knot back and forth through Barret's wrecked ring in slimy slurps.
Barret was only aware in hazy increments: half-asleep, half-unconscious, only jolting to wakefulness when a particularly rough thrust broke the steady push-pull of Red's cock pistoning inside him, constantly rasping its immense barbs along his pulpy, brutalized guts. Sometimes he woke, dimly, to have Red draped across his back, drooling in a dozing haze himself as his overactive cock dumped another load inside him, knot throbbing inside him. Dimly, after an unknown amount of time, Barret woke again to find his throat rasping, mouth dry, with Red twisted around behind him, knotted ass to ass.
Red's taps were designed for him to use them: a pedal-operated faucet at ankle height, pouring into a stone basin like a dog bowl. Exhausted, sweaty, cum-bloated, Barret crawled across the floor on his knees, burning belly dragging on the ground, gun-arm scraping over the stone. He dragged a snarling, half-comatose Red behind him by the knot. Barret couldn't possibly clench his core: the muscles were warped and stretched around the swell of his belly. Instead, he had to clamp his asshole down hard around Red's immense, thorny knot, locking them tight in place as he bodily dragged Red around by the knot. He did it again, over and over, for each crawling movement. He panted and wheezed, finally collapsing in front of the taps, and fumbled with the barrel of his gun-arm against the metal pedal until he managed to shove it down and let out a gushing stream of fresh water into the bowls.
Barret thirstily lapped water out of the dog bowl, half-aware of what a spectacle this would be to anyone else. Here, now, he was just thirsty. More than a day straight of drooling and panting would do that to a man.
That was the first day. Dimly, he wondered what everyone else was up to -- getting the buggy hauled to Cosmo Canyon, maybe, or driving out with parts to repair it. Maybe everybody waiting on them, coming up to Red's place only to hear his brutal bellows and Red's inhuman snarls, the wet slap of Red's frenzied mating, the gushing spill during the early hours when Red's animal jizz was still squirting out of him instead of being dammed up inside him, more and more, heavier and heavier.
Red was starting to wane: chest heaving, sides lathered with sweat, watery drool replaced with frothy slobber. His body seemed leaner on top of him: fur all matted to his skin, water weight vanishing as he dehydrated, body systems only trying to produce more and more cum as rapidly as possible. Red shoved his head down besides Barrets and drank from the taps, gulping down water as he dumped his latest load into the churning sea of sludgy animal jizz inside Barret's wrecked guts.
Red came with an exhausted howl, collapsing on top of him as his body went limp. All save for his knot, still throbbing away at his guts, over and over, again and again, dumping what had to be gallon after gallon of cum into Barret's flooded, bloated guts. The second night passed with Barret half-conscious, lulled to sleep by the rocking motions of Red's sluggish mating; and with Red in a zombie-like daze, body exhausted but still insatiable, cock burning beneath him, only limp for ten-minute increments between exhausting, excruciating knottings. By the time the second dawn came around, they were fucking asleep: Red snoring across Barret's shoulder as his cock throbbed inside him, pissing out cum, and between each knotting were long stretches of them both passed out, Red's limp but still unsheathed dick simply spilling out into Barret's ruined guts, before he'd jolt to awareness with his hips sluggishly pumping, mashing their wrecked bodies against each other with wet, meaty squelches.
Eventually, Red toppled to the side, cock pulling out with a slurp. He'd long ago worn away any resistance in Barret's guts; even his immense, thorn-coated shaft, barbs biting deep into Barret's gummy flesh, pulled free without a hitch. The dregs of his latest load squirted out alongside his shaft. Not as much blood as Barret had been expecting, honestly: a muted pink tinge to Red's glowing golden load. His asshole hadn't even split open. He'd been expecting that. Red's cock was enormous, and getting bigger by the day. Now, though -- for the first time in the few months they'd known each other, Red was actually sated. His cock lolled out across his underbelly, limp but still unsheathed, grimy and coated in the churned-up mess of their long mating: frothy globs of churned-up creamy slime clung to his shaft, forming bulging clots under every fat thumbtip barb, half-cocooning his softened knot in a messy lacework of chalky sludge. They both reeked: days-old sweat, sodden fur, and the brutal tang of sex, gamey and acrid, so intense Barret could hardly breathe through his nose without choking.
Red sprawled out on the floor, monstrous cock spanning up across his sludge-smeared underbelly. His knot sluggishly shrunk, transforming from a head-sized lump bracketing the base of his shaft to a thorny expanse of barb-covered flesh just above his sheath, and as he dozed there, chest heaving with his deep breaths, his cock finally started to shrink back into his sheath. His barbs caught on his raw sheathtip, scraping against his own flesh as they sunk back inside him, and each one went with an audible squelch, cock gurgling softly as it sheathed itself.
Barret was a wreck. After so long braced in the breeding bench, his limbs felt stiff and wobbly, and his belly -- his stomach was swollen beyond human proportion, forming a grotesque, beyond-pregnant swell. His chest was ribboned with raw red stretch marks, slimy and encrusted with half-dried lymph, and the messy scratches Red had torn across his sides had been rent open by the sheer pressure of the cum inside him, warping open into raw, ribboning streaks, scabbed over but still bleeding sluggishly. His belly was flat against the floor, reaching past his knees, anchoring him in place with its sheer weight, and it was only slowly, carefully, that Barret could manage to shift off of the breeding bench, rolling onto his right side with a burning sting all across his shredded-open side. His gun-arm was pinned under his sloshing gut, the hot metal burning against his savaged flesh.
All that, and his guts were still plugged up tight, with Red's final cum-plug glued deep inside him.
Barret's guts sluggishly unfurled from his ass, folding over themselves in bruised, stinging petals. The cum-plug knocked around inside him, lurching lower as more and more of his guts spilled out of him. They were still tethered inside him, keeping his prolapse in a fat mound rather than a loose tail, and as he let more and more of his gape blossom outward he started to feel the tension of connective flesh tugging and twisting, stretching out to still tie to his loose gutflesh. His cum-packed guts gurgled, jolting inside him as his flesh shifted, and the cum plug descended further and further, until with a guttural wet squelch it sunk between his hips, catching on the loose rim of his inverted ass.
Barret reached back with his hand, groping across his slimy skin until his fingers smeared across the froth-slathered flesh of his meaty prolapse. He shoved inside, shoulder arching, belly heaving from the stretch of fisting himself. He sunk his fingers through layers of thick, churned-up froth, flesh burbling up over the crest of his palm and then nocking against his wrist as he sunk his entire hand inside his sagging prolapse as he strained to reach deeper and catch the glued-tight cum-plug. The sloppy, bruised weight of his fucked-loose guts slurped across his hand, squirting out slimy globs of froth down his wrist as Barret fistfucked himself, straining to sink his hand deeper, to push another furl of his guts out in the open.
His fingertips made contact with the cum-plug, dragging through the layer of gummy sludge Red had left across it. The touch lurched it back and forth inside him, making the dammed flood of cum behind it churn through him, rippling his grotesquely-bloated belly. Barret groaned, sagging lower -- belly spreading out across the drenched floor with a wet squelch -- and strained, feeling his guts unfurl with a series of wet splats until his spread palm smacked against the rubbery plug with an impact that made him gag and drool, weakly heaving as his guts roiled and squirmed.
His fingertips dragged over the rubbery, congealed surface of the plug. It was a huge obstruction, two fists wide, molded to the walls of his cum-bloated guts. It was tethered in place by a waxy ridge that smoothly spilled up across his inner walls, giving him no purchase to try to peel it open. Barret squirmed, body contorted into a hook as he tried to scrape and tug at its surface, belly squirming, guts squelching across his forearm, breath coming in shaky heaves.
Barret bore down, fist lurching against his churning guts, and smeared a finger against the wall of his guts, peeling away a filmy shred of the edges of the cum plug. Using that as leverage, he dug into the cum plug, peeling it away from his inner walls with a sharp, stinging burn as the gummy sludge coating his guts spurted up over the newly-revealed span of barb-ravaged flesh. Barret let out a guttering whine as he wrenched himself open, guts spasming and shuddering as he pried the glued plug away frm his flesh. He twisted his fingers, peeling more of the plug away, and there was a burning tear as a hot wash of something he really hoped wasn't blood splattered across his hand before splattering down his wrist. He pulled his hand free from his prolapse to check, blinking bleary eyes across his hand: fresh cum, golden and opaque, still glowing fiercely even after hours stewing inside him. His guts must've been awash with light.
He was leaking, with wet gurgles of pressurized cum squirting out around the plug. Barret shifted his hips, feeling cum gurgle down his loosened guts before it erupted out of his ass in a sloppy spray. He shuddered, reflexively clenching his ass -- but with his guts hanging out, that just stirred the plug inside him, letting another heavy, puffy roll of brutalized gutflesh spill from his inverted asshole.
Loosened, he could reach back inside himself and pry the plug loose, hissing as each stretch of raw, brutalized flesh pulled free from the gummy plug. The flow of cum spilling out of him grew heavier and heavier, slick as he groped at the loose plug, until with a final stinging wrench it popped free. The sheer pressure of the cum dammed up behind it pushed the plug forward in slobbery spurts. Barret yowled as it knocked between his aching hips, popping free from his gape a half-second after he peeled his hand free. The plug was followed by a fountaining spray of cum, making his hanging prolapse shudder and pulse as it squirted out behind him, splattering the floor with a sloppy arc of frothy golden slime.
Barret sagged down, sweaty forehead touching the floor, and let out a long, guttural groan as he finally could release some of the pressure from the dozens of loads Red had pumped up inside him. His guts gurgled and churned, and glowing golden monster cum gushed out of his sagging prolapse in spray after spray, drenching his thighs and coating his softened cock, forming a sloppy, frothy pool beneath him. The first old cum-plug took him by surprise: there was a heavy pressure against his hips, and then a rubbery spang as it popped through, jamming in the wet flesh of his prolapsed guts for a half-second before his smooth muscle contractions pushed it free, sending it jolting across the floor with a single muted bounce. Red had formed a dozen-and-change cum plugs inside him, fucking through each one when he bred him next, and now their half-shattered fragments were stewing in his guts, sluggishly working their way out of him along with the constant torrent of cum.
Barret sobbed, wetly breathing, as his burning guts spat out squirt after squirt of Red's dammed-in loads. He worked his internal muscles, vainly trying to suck his guts back into his body; his prolapse shuddered, fat rolls of flesh slurping inside him only to pop back out with the next slimy explosion of cum. It had taken days for Red to finish breeding him; Red's loads could take nearly as long to push out of him.
Barret collapsed on the ground next to Red: belly still painfully bloated, guts knocking around as cum gushed through them. He was so exhausted he was asleep in seconds.
Blearily, Barret was half-aware of Red stirring next to him, the both of them crawling across the floor to collapse into Red's nest of a bed -- even as Barret felt his guts squirt, his bruised asshole winking obscenely as he gushed out another slobbery explosion of glowing cum all down his slime encrusted legs. He dozed, half-asleep, restless and squirming as gallon after gallon of cum drained out of him in gurgling squirts, belly burning as his shredded skin contracted.
Red got up before him; he could dimly remember Red shifting, getting up, and his own half-conscious motions to grapple at his ankles. He could hear Red's shower running, and by the time Red was out Barret was mostly conscious. Alert enough to look up and squint at Red padding towards the kitchen.
"I'll make you breakfast," Red said. "You should shower."
Everywhere Barret wasn't coated in crusted, flaking sheets of cum he was smeared with gummy, half-liquid clots of cum. He'd totally soaked Red's bed. He'd normally feel a little embarrassed about that, but, hell, Red was the one who did that to him.
He staggered to his feet, nearly toppling over as he failed to account for his still-weighty gut. The change in angle made his guts gurgle, cum churning lower, and he managed to drag himself to Red's bathroom before the first squirt of fresh cum burst out of him. The water was cool, and he was a mess, and too tired to do anything beyond scrub the worst of the mess off his cum-drenched body.
Barret's guts gurgled, letting out another gush of cum down his legs. He leaned forward, letting the low-pressure spray of the shower drizzle down his back, thinning the constant drool of cum leaking out of him. He twisted left, then right, grimacing as his guts rearranged themselves, spitting out another enormous eruption of glowing cum from his bruised, gaping asshole. He was gonna be draining in fits and starts for hours. He still looked pregnant. He peeled his asscheeks apart with his stump, digging deeper with his hand, and he let the water run right over his ravaged gape, stinging as it washed away the layers of gummy cum painted across the inside of his ass. By the time the water started to run real cool he was mostly emptied out.
Red had complained frequently how he hadn't ever been able to make food for himself. Seeing him cook, now, was surreal. His frying pan had a sharply offset grip, with a rubbery mold that fit to his bite. His spatula was the same. The wooden spoons he used were just wooden spoons, although they were a bit bite-worn. The cooking surface itself was incredibly low down, sized -- well, before Barret would've said sized for a kid. Sized for a four-legged monster man. Red stirred the eggs around before reaching over, releasing the spoon and picking up the spatula with an easy motion of his head, like he'd done it a hundred times before, and flipping the steak.
The smell of food woke his stomach with a gurgle -- he hadn't eaten for nearly two days, unless you counted Red's loads. But...
Barret's gaze shifted down, catching on the immense mound of Red's bruised sheath. Frothy ooze clung to the tip, nearly entirely hiding his raw peeking peeking out. Barret swallowed heavily. "Y'know, you really did a number on my ass, but my mouth's still fresh. Lemme clean off your cock."
Red let out a bark of a laugh. "To think I was worried about you being able to keep up with me."
Barret grinned down at him and laboriously knelt, groaning as the motion shifted his belly and tugged his gape wide. "Well?"
Red was just about done with the cooking. He let the steak sizzle for a few more seconds before letting the fire materia beneath die down. "You really want more?"
Barret nodded. "Yeah," he said, acutely aware of how his mouth was slick with drool -- half from the smell of food, half from, well...
Red spread his legs, letting Barret nose between his thighs. He inhaled, choking at the rank smell of ground-in sex, cloying all over Red's bruised sheath and battered cock. He opened wide, curling his lips around Red's slimy cocktip with a loud, needy groan.
He lapped over Red's spiky cocktip, tongue digging in under his barbs and working out heavy globs of dried cum that smeared apart into chalky sludge across his teeth. He groaned, spit mixing with Red's cum and turning into a grimy, gummy sludge in his mouth. He swallowed the thick mix, stomach churning, and he let out a needy groan, eyes screwed shut as he gulped and gulped, drinking down the grimy mix.
Above him, Red let out a sigh, hindpaws spreading as his cock slipped from his bloated sheath, sluggishly spilling out into the open. His flesh was turgid, spongy and stiff, but not because he was getting hard: he'd bruised his dick, fucking Barret for two days straight. Red whined as Barret bore down, grinding his cocktip against the back of his mouth, and Barret pulled back with a wet gasp, not wanting to go too hard. Red length was cocooned in half-dried cum, slathered all up and down his length, and Barret leaned in, hungrily lavishing attention on each barb, bathing it in spit and slobber as he sucked off the gummy, congealed grime coating Red's length.
Red really must've been drained: if he'd done this before, Red would've already cum all down his back. Now, there was barely a thread of fresh pre oozing from his cocktip, and he unsheathed slowly, in stiff lurches that had Red grunting above him. Barret kissed and licked his way across Red's mammoth length, mouth stuffed full of chalky clots of congealed cum, smearing apart into a grimy slurry that he choked down in thick gulps.
Barret braced himself with his gun-arm, tugging on his cock with his hand. He was drooling pre onto the floor, cock responding to the overwhelming rank tang of sex across his tongue, even as he gagged and sputtered, choking on the acrid, burning sludge.
Red's knot popped free with a liquid gurgle, and tarry sheathfluid, still glowing weakly, burbled out after it, draining out of his overpacked sheath now that his cock was fully out in the open. Barret shoved his face against the root of Red's cock, catching the silty strand of thickend sheathfluid in his open mouth, and followed it up until he could fasten his lips around the side of Red's puffy sheath, wetly gulping down acrid slime straight from the source, the dregs of Red's dozens of loads that had been left smeared across his cock when he'd finally gone soft. Barret lapped across the rim of his sheath, tongue peeling away filmy sheets of congealed gunk that tore apart in his mouth, flooding it with the acrid tang of rank sex.
Barret pulled back with a wet pop, head dizzy, body burning with heat. "Fuck, Red," he groaned. There was no way Red was gonna get it up again -- hell, the whole point here was to get him to that point -- but fuck, even after everything Barret felt need rise up in him. "C'mon, Red, piss in my mouth," he said. "Use me as a urinal, fill me up," Barret groaned, half-incoherent. He needed Red to fill him up again. He lapped up Red's immense length, sprawling back on his ass between Red's forelegs. Red's gaze pinned him down as his fat cock splattered across his chest. "Red, please," Barret begged, hand cupping Red's length.
Red snorted. "You really are insatiable, huh?" Obligingly, his cock twitched, a thin drizzle of piss spraying out across Barret's flushed face, acrid and rank, and he twisted around, getting his knees under him so he could press forward, letting Red's gush of piss spray down his face, pouring down his neck. He opened wide and let Red's flow fill his mouth, gurgling as he let the acrid, bitter liquid flood his mouth. He gulped down frothy mouthfuls of Red's piss, groaning, eyes shut. Piss sprayed across his face as he swallowed, and then he opened wide again, slurping down Red's cocktip and sinking it to the back of his mouth. He was real considerate of Red's bruised dick: he thought back to when he'd gotten facefucked, the way he let his throat go slack, jaw loose, throat an open tube for Red to use as he wanted -- and he slid his head forward, swallowing down Red's spraying cock without a hitch, letting his plume of piss spill straight down his throat to collect in his stomach in a hot roil. He groaned, sinking forward, eagerly swallowing more and more of Red's cock as his flow kept coming. Barret squeezed his eyes shut, hand tugging on his cock, and he came with a muted bellow, throat milking piss from Red's soft dick as he shot again, again, again, splattering messy ropes of cum all beneath them. It felt like he came forever, cock weakly spurting over and over as Barret thirstily gulped down Red's acrid, bitter piss, and sluggishly, Red's flow waned down into nothing and so did Barret's load.
Barret pulled back, woozy, lightheaded from the orgasm and lack of air. He made sure to lap at Red's cocktip when it pulled back between his lips, leaning off the last fragrant drops of piss.
"Fuck, Red," he said, flushed, fresh piss still staining his front, caught in his hairy chest, shimmering across his thighs. "Y'really good to me, y'know?" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, wetly coughing, throat half-clogged with old cum and fresh piss.
"Yeah, I'll eat your breakfast," Barret said, then looked down at his freshly-showered body, already slimy and sticky with piss and cum again. "Well, after I rinse off again."
"What I was going to say," Red said, after all that, when Barret was finally wolfing down his steak and eggs. "Is I'll go with you all."
Barret's gaze snapped up. "Seriously? What about...?"
Red shook his head. "I'll return here eventually, when-- when I'm needed. When I can actually protect them. But... grandfather was right about one thing. I still have a lot of growing up to do."
"Everybody does," Barret said with a shrug. "'S how you know you're still alive. But, uh-- if you said so earlier, I might not've begged for your piss." He'd been thinking -- last time with Red. For a while. Maybe forever. Last time he could -- service him. Let Red use him.
Red snorted. "Got plenty of piss. It'll be weird to not fuck you every night. Right now -- might not, uh, be able to fuck you for a while. Maybe not until next time I go into rut. If that's okay with you."
Barret said. "Can't said I won't miss it, but--" he looked down at Red's cock, still half unsheathed: huge and thorny, immense between his haunches. "Just lemme fuck my throat on it every so often and I'll be set. See if you can still facefuck me."
"Facefuck?"
"Well, I'm sure as hell not letting you anywhere near my ass any time soon!" He had his own recovery to do. His ass burned, barb-scored flesh burning as his loose gutflesh slopped against itself when he moved. Not that-- Not that he wouldn't be up for more, if Red demanded to use his ass right now. Next time Red needed to piss, he was gonna ask him to unload in his ass.
"You could try fucking me, some time."
Barret's eyebrows went up. "Oh yeah?" He hadn't thought about before, but, hell, why not. He shifted his weight, letting his cum-bloated belly sway in front of him. "Well. Food for thought."
He scraped his hand across his face. "Not lookin' forward to goin' down and everybody seein' us." Even with the both of them washed and dried it was unmistakable that they'd been fucking. Barret's gut was still swollen, and although he'd mostly stopped leaking, when he did leak it was with a sudden lurch, guts gurgling, and a squirting fountain of frothy, glowing cum spraying out of him. He still had -- who knew, at least a gallon of cum up in there, wending through his guts. Red's balls hung to his knees, sheath bruised up to nearly the size of his head, and combined they swayed beneath him like a loose anchor, a bulky counterweight that Red had to adjust his gait to manage. They spilled out to the side when he lay down, utterly impossible to miss, and his glowing cocktip was still peeking out into the open, visible as a narrow sliver as the puffy flesh of his sheath shifted.
Barret shrugged. "Oh well. They can deal." He pulled Red in for a quick kiss, palm pressed against Red's mane, mouth pressing against Red black lips.
"Well," Barret said. "m' real glad you decided to come with."
"Yeah," Red said. "Me too."