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The following is the Intellectual Property of Willem Tobey (nom de plume). Usage outside of personal entertainment purposes will bring shame upon you and your family. This writing\storyovel, its characters, and the events portrayed within are purely fictitious. Any similarity to other writings\storiesovels, characters, and events is purely coincidental and unintentional.

WARNING : May contain coarse language, violence, gore or sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

Chapter 5. “Virtual Pornality”

The minutes felt like hours. Troy felt like struggling again. Maybe this time would be different. He tried forcing his arms and legs against the bonds once more to no avail.

The large canine came back into the room. It knelt down and picked up whatever instrument the shark lady had dropped and looked it over. It returned upright and looked straight at Troy.

He, presumably, was easily six feet nine or ten. If its height didn’t intimidate someone, its massive arms and legs should. This massive creature could easily lift Troy by the neck with one hand and hold him up for at least twenty minutes. A handshake would fracture every metacarpus. One’s hand could be left to the size of a cucumber. A single punch could shatter a jaw or cave in a skull - possibly kill a man. Troy imagined this creature wasn’t just a healthy, bench-pressing machine, though.

Another creature - about the size of the canine’s partner from before - walked into the room. This one looked…

“What is going on here?” Troy thought, his eyebrows coming together forming a “V” in his forehead and his eyes wide open.

The creature stood behind the larger one after closing the doorway. It walked with a cane and had a forward-leaning posture. If Troy had to guess, it was slightly shorter than himself. But, it looked...human! It spoke and the large one moved behind Troy. The smaller one walked up to Troy and ran the back of his scaled suit covered hand across Troy’s cheek. It dragged its fingers down to Troy’s chest and stomach. It poked a finger into his thigh, then pinched the skin. It nodded as it softly chuckled.

The human-like creature moved its hand to a raised portion of the suit near the collarbones. The suit separated from around its neck. It lifted the hood covering its head.

Troy’s eyes got even wider and his jaw slackened. Before him was a creature that was clearly pretending to be human. The body appeared to be, down to the skeletal structure, human. This one lacked a tail or any other features that would differentiate it from Troy. Even when it smiled, the teeth were clearly human. But the epidermis was reptilian. Troy was no plastic surgeon, but the scales clearly didn’t flow the way they were intended to. They seemed to stop abruptly, then change in size and directional flow. Not that Troy had ever seen another reptilian human, but the comics, movies, and television shows depicted them with flowing scales that got larger with the amount of area they covered. It just didn’t look right. Much like the way it was looking over Troy.

The reptile looked over at the canine. The table started rotating and moving his limbs around. Troy now found himself in hands and knees position to where he was at eye level with the reptile. His arms were shoulder-width apart and his legs slightly more so. Troy couldn’t remember the last time he was in this position.

The reptile smiled at Troy before it turned while pulling its hood back on. It stopped before the doorway when the door opened and a new creature pushed another cart in. The reptile said something to the new creature before walking out and shutting the door behind it. The new creature pushed the cart to Troy’s left.

It took off its hood to reveal black and white fur and red eyes. Troy wasn’t familiar with this animal. It looked like a monkey, but had a round head, long tail, and had a short muzzle instead of an elongated mouth. It was very thin but slightly taller than Troy.

Red eyes lifted the lid from the top of the cart and allowed it to sink into the side of the cart. It lifted out a ring that looked between a cranial stabilization crown and an electric chair helmet. Red eyes placed the crown on Troy’s bald head and did the finger lick and touch to secure it to his head. Two ocular devices swung down to cover Troy’s eyes. The room went dark.

“This is it,” he thought.

Troy’s heart began to pound in his chest. He breathed deep trying to calm down and prepare for the knife, saw, or anal probe.

“That must have been what she had,” Troy surmised. “I’d rather have her do it than the muscle-bound hound.”

He pressed his glutes together and felt his butthole pucker. The thought of that beast shoving that nipple thing or some electro-ejaculator in his ass made Troy’s skin crawl. Getting split in half by the rectum out wasn’t his idea of a good time.

Troy could hear things and creatures moving around to his left as if they were searching for something through a medicine cabinet. Searching, picking up, placing down, and more searching. The vial on his penis was finally taken off. It didn’t feel quite as good being flaccid.

Next, it felt like a diaper was being placed on. He felt it secure around his hips. After a pause, it felt like it was vacuuming on to his body. It wrapped around his penis and scrotum. It sank into the crack of his rump. It was uncomfortable at first, but it soon felt natural. What happened next was...unexpected. Something began to tickle, then worm its way inside of his rectum. Troy squirmed, but it wasn’t like he had a way to get away from this. It began to fill the cavity and gave Troy the feeling of needing to defecate. That urge faded quickly. The next sensation made his eyes water and he began to cry out. Something was working its way into his urethra. He’d never had a catheter, but this had to be what it felt like. A burning pain - like the time he passed a kidney stone - worked its way along the shaft, then felt like it was moving inside of his body. The movement, the urge to urinate and the pain subsided.

He felt fingers pry open his mouth. Something bitter and sour - like earwax - was placed onto his tongue. The odor that filled his nose was like a skunk’s spray. The fingers forced his mouth to close. He had no choice but to swallow whatever it was. The taste and smell left his senses after about a minute. He felt his stomach flip, twist, and knot.

It reminded him of the salad Jackie prepared once. It had lettuce, spinach, broccoli, bean sprouts, and brussels sprouts. The oil-based dressing made it tolerable. Well, more terrible than the naked form. Within an hour, he was married to the toilet. His mouth salivated heavily as if preparing for the upcoming projectile. His abdomen clenched and a mass of mostly digested food exploded from his mouth. A belch preceded a painful spasm that brought up next to nothing. It was the first time he’d experienced a dry heave. If only it ended there. After a few breaths - saliva and other fluids dripping from his lips and chin - it felt like his entire upper gastrointestinal tract clenched. Over and over his body violently flexed, briefly relaxed, then repeated. It became so painful, he couldn’t control his eyes from welling and tears falling from the tip of his nose. When Troy felt close to asphyxiating, one small hiccup marked the end of the cruel exchange.

Now, Troy was struggling between gasping for air and sobbing. His cramped stomach relaxed and allowed him to breathe easier. Fingers held his mouth open as something pressed into his tongue. It smelled of moldy bread and a bitter taste covered his tongue. Again, neither lasted long. As his mouth was being held shut, it felt like his mouth was going numb. His tongue went limp. He blinked to clear the tears from his eyes.

“Now what?”

The fact of more procedures being done didn’t surprise him. It was the preparations that seemed odd. What were they going to do to him? And for what purpose? With the way his mouth felt, it would seem something was about to be shoved down his esophagus. But, then why numb it? Were they trying not to harm him while they kept him alive? Make the procedures less painful? His thoughts returned to the sight of the reptile man.

Something bumped the crown on his head. He could see, but it was a bit blurry. He watched as a hand fed a tube down to his lips. He couldn’t feel anything, but something was being moved down his throat. He could still breathe through his nose fine. After a few solid shoves, the hands stopped. It was hard to see, but a clear liquid or gel was being pumped through the tube. After a few seconds of this, the hands raised to empty the contents of the tube into Troy. The hands began to pull the tube back out.

Troy closed his mouth. Feeling began to return to his tongue. It felt dry. He still wasn’t sure why they were thinking of his comfort. Maybe to instill a false sense of security before they kill him. There were many more questions than answers.

He felt full. It must have been a meal replacement or a nutrient solution. Maybe they were trying to keep him alive. Maybe fatten him up for harvest - human veal? It was still too early to tell. Every time he felt he’d taken his last breath and on the verge of death, something beneficial replaced it. Or at least seemingly beneficial.

The “full” feeling subsided to a “satisfied” level. He began to feel and hear small air bubbles move throughout his stomach. When they stopped moving, he opened his mouth to unleash a mighty, roaring belch. Something touched his hips. He felt the intrusive parts retreat. Whatever was inside him left and the diaper was removed. He felt lighter. Clean. It must have been like a colon cleansing procedure. Strange way to go about it.

“And...now what?”

His question was answered as a hand grabbed his testicles. Another hand wiped something under his nose. He felt something stab into his lineage satchel as that strange, sickly sweet smell filled his nose. Something stabbed on the other side of his scrotum. He thought that the procedure should have been more painful. Perhaps the smell was an aromatic pain reliever. The hands moved but it still felt like something was clamped around his scrotum. It didn’t hurt, but it was a tad uncomfortable.

The sweet smell turned to a musk-like scent that bombarded his olfactory. His mind started to go fuzzy and he felt a bit dizzy. He could feel a warm sensation in his testicles. Something slimy invaded his unprepared anus, yet easily slid in. The darkness returned in his eyes and his scalp began to tingle. His body started to feel warm. It started in his face and moved to his head. It washed over his torso until even his fingers and toes were warm and tingly. He felt almost intoxicated - like that time Jon took the crew out for drinks and they all had to do shots of hundred proof grain alcohol without a chaser.

The images that appeared in the lenses were almost like an animation. It was a very good animation compared to any cartoon or anime he’d seen. It definitely rivaled every game that he’d played. The animals - similar to these anthropomorphic beasts - were very detailed and realistic. Troy hadn’t the first clue what they were saying, but things escalated quickly.

The muscular horse-headed one pressed his lips into the lips of the fox looking one and began to grope her. She moved her hands from his back and against the tight-fitting tee shirt to the buckle of his pants. Strings of saliva formed and snapped as his tongue explored her mouth as she unbuckled the belt. Her hands dug deep into the front of his boxer as the pants slid slowly to the floor.

She jerked her head away from his and looked at him - her eyes filled with lust as her tongue slid around her muzzle. Her eyes traced down his chest and down into the hole between his lower torso and her arms. He pulled up the tight shirt until his flexed abs were showing. She smiled greatly - her brilliantly white, sharp teeth showing as she lowered herself to the floor. Her hands pulled free as her knees made contact. She licked her lips again as she stared at the shape that had formed at the front of those blue and white striped shorts - her chest heaving with every breath.

She rubbed the bulge and even grabbed it through the fabric. The thing was huge! No denying it. After the teasing, she pulled down the fabric with her first fingers of each hand until the massive shaft was visible. Troy imagined this thing was the width of his wrist around and the length of his forearm.

“There’s no way that this’ real,” he thought.

She looked up lustfully as he looked down at her with a smirk. She pulled the elastic band free from his penis as the flattened end rebounded and slapped the bottom of her mandible. She “acted” surprised as she fell away from him like a damsel in distress - like when the killer arrives in any horror movie. She was leaning on the floor with one hand behind her and the other up between her heaving breasts - her mouth agape and her ears down against her head.

Troy remembered seeing a penis like this before. It was just like that horse at the riding carousel at that one petting zoo his parents took him to when he was eight. Such a strange moment to recall an equally strange memory.

The enormous appendage emerged from a fold of skin with a sack of oranges underneath that were covered in a velvety skin texture. About halfway down the shaft was a ridge that separates a thicker flesh from a thinner, tighter-looking flesh. A large vein arced around the thicker flesh of the shaft - similar to the ones in its biceps - with several shorter ones surrounding it. The thinner flesh was marked with many smaller veins. It was capped off by a similar glans to his own but flattened out at about a forty-five-degree angle instead of rounded. The interior of the glans looked like an exterior urethra with a crease around it.

The horse flexed his pubococcygeus muscle causing the brown and pink patched club to flex and harden to its max with a bigger smirk on his face. The head of the penis expanded out causing the ridge around the glans to flare out. Troy wondered if the creature got light-headed with all that blood shifting in his body to get that thing fully erect.

Everything was in such clarity and detail. It seemed...real. Whoever animated this was very detailed and didn’t brighten the colors at all. Very natural and smooth looking colors and animation.

The female fox creature kept a very mocked look of surprise as she crept on her hands and knees towards the horse until she was within an inch of the penis. The horse flexed again as it pressed the engorged digit against her nose. He pulled it back with a chuckle as it relaxed. Her expression changed from “overacting shock” to ‘overacting desire”.

She slid her tongue out and licked the end of the pipe causing it to lift up and fall with a few small bounces. Troy felt something on his own penis that was similar in feeling. He felt like it was licked and bounced in time with the horses’.

The perspective changed. Troy was now looking down at the fox. Her muzzle opened with a pool of saliva on her tongue. A string of saliva snapped between her fangs. She had sharp looking fangs, yet it didn’t care him in the slightest as she gently bit into the flesh of his shaft. Her lips wrapped around the sides of the shaft and felt warm against his skin. She began to suckle as she moved her tongue along the underside of the tip. He closed his eyes and sucked in air through his teeth as she moved her muzzle to the tip. Shock waves of pleasure coursed through his body with the light dragging of her teeth.

Troy remembered how it felt with the shark lady paying attention to the area. Aside from tending his own needs, it had been a few years since someone else had paid this area any mind.

She ended the trek with her fangs pressing into the ridge of his glans. She parted her jaw and sucked with the force needed for a thick milkshake. The area began to feel numb. He moaned and flexed his penis while pulling it away from her mouth. A loud suction noise filled the air as her lips separated from her lips. She voiced her displeasure with a whine and began to lap at the underside of his shaft.

She looked up at him with sad eyes while he relaxed his muscles and rest the tip along the length of her muzzle. She followed his finger as he pointed it up as if to say, “wait for it.” Her eyes grew wider with anticipation. He could feel her body twitch while her tail moved back and forth behind her. She brought the back of her hands up to cover her breasts as if begging him to let her continue. He snapped his wrist down to point at the floor.

In a fluid motion, she threw her head up, opened her mouth wide, and caught his penis in her mouth. He hummed his approval and gave a few head nods as he ran his hand through her long, brunette hair. His hand ran over her head and folded her ear against her head while she continued to lick and suckle the side of this penis like a harmonica. Her ear snapped back up and he held his hand against the side of her head. She was working some fine magic.

In her mouth, nearly out of her mouth, dragging her teeth or tongue along the length, engulfing the tip and suckling, opening her jaw wide and mashing the tip into the back of her throat and wrapping her lips around the shaft by the medial ring, twisting her head, a vibrating moan, snaking her tongue around both sides...every motion making him feel alive.

She moved her hands up the back of his calves and cupped his gluteus, then gave it a squeeze while lightly sinking her claws into the flesh. Her right hand moved around to the front and slid up his thigh, then over the ripples of his abs while her teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh of this penis. He covered her hand with his and moved it over his chest while rocking his head back with a loud moan - enjoying her work. She slid her lips along the pole as her tongue wagged underneath or the side when she rocked her head. He could feel his tip pressing into the back of her mouth with each forward motion. She pulled her hand back down and gripped his thighs, then pressed the tip hard into her throat - making him say words that must have been “fuck” or a snake-like “shit”.

She held it there for a few beats before completely removing him with a “pop” out of her mouth. She groaned, moaned, and sucked air through her teeth as she caught her breath. He gripped his shirt tight causing it to “snap” and “pop” from the strain. He sucked air through his teeth as he closed his eyes while she dragged her palm along the underside of his shaft while dragging her claws along the flesh. She held his tip by the back of her palm pad and wrapped her fingers around it. She moved her hand around the tip as if screwing in a light bulb.

He opened up his eyes as she slid her hand down the shaft and pressed it into the velvety skin of his sheath - causing him to flex his PC and flaring out the tip. She licked around the bell curve while moaning and sucking in air or speaking seductively. She continued to speak while looking in his eyes while moving her palm along the thicker skin behind his medial ring.

She lifted his shaft and let it drop onto her slightly parted lips. She kissed under the tip, then moved her mouth along the underside only stopping to kiss it again. Her free hand reached his thigh and cupped the fuzzy skin of his hanging scrotum, then rolled his balls in her palm. She pressed her other hand against his sheath and squeezed the base hard while lifting it up and licking her way back to the tip. She nearly had to stand to lick around his projecting urethra. Her lips wrapped around it and suckled it gently, then dragged her tongue back down to the base. He reached his tongue out and dropped his head and began to lick the tip as her tongue and teeth gently scraped around each of his fruits.

His heart pounded. His breathing labored. His stamina was waning.

Foxy brought her mouth back to his shaft as she wrapped both hands around the base. She covered every remaining inch with saliva. She then pulled his penis down and covered the top. She kissed his stomach. Then, as she pulled back, she left a trail of saliva along the top of his shaft. He wasn’t sure how close he was, but he was feeling his hips buck and his shaft flexing on its own.

She stood and pushed him against the wall. She crouched and moved her hands along the shaft from the tip to the base and pressed her hands in until the skin was tight. Between that, the blood caught in it, and the flexing, he could see all the smaller capillaries branching from the veins and arteries.

Again she talked seductively and dirty to him as she massaged the base of his shaft. She licked her lips with mischievous eyes as she stared into his. He clenched his fists into his shirt as she began to paint the face of his flare. She twirled her tongue around the flared, trumpet end of his glans as her tail began to rise up behind her. Her back hold and top hole lined up as her back flattened.

She pressed her lips into and kissed the middle of his glans. She licked her lips again. Slowly, and with much more friction, she slid her lips along the surface of his glans until her jaw was wide open and her lips fell behind the flare. She pulled her lips off with a “pop” and breathed a few hot breaths along the increasingly painful flesh. She drew a deep breath and licked her lips again. She opened her maw and cleared her fangs of his flare, then slowly dragged them along the backside of it causing him to clench his fists and flex his whole body as he drew a long breath through his teeth. He exhaled a long moan as he threw his head back.

He looked down at her as she drew more of him into her muzzle. Her throat vibrated her moans into his flesh. He thought that was going to be what did him in. He felt her throat press into his glans. He lurched as her right hand dug into his glute and squirmed as her other hand caressed the skin bag hanging between his thighs that slowly shrunk its way towards his body.

He felt something give. Her other hand reached around and grabbed his other cheek. He felt intense friction against his glans. Her hand moved from his backside to behind the medial ring. She pushed the skin back as bit-by-bit he slid deeper and deeper. She moved her other hand and he began to hear her claws drag down the wall as she impaled herself. As she passed the medial ring, her hands returned behind him and forced him forward. This was the most amazing thing any female had ever done for him.

There was that giraffe that wrapped her tongue around half of it and used it as a pull start. And there was that skinny, white mouse hotty that wanted him so bad that she lubed him up and took most of him in soft. She cried out in pain and pleasure as he grew inside of her to a full erection. He was pretty sure he flared and pushed against the back of her cervix. She stood over him and moaned and cried as she writhed this way and that as she pinched her protruding pink nipples or rubbed her clit. She clamped down on him so hard that he couldn’t move. She began to vibrate, then shake as she moaned until she passed out about twenty minutes later. He caught her and gently lay her on the bed. He’d softened a bit, but he was pretty sure he’d stretched her to her limit. Some improvised masturbation helped him out of that nut jam. Stroking the remaining four inches and rubbing himself through her stomach until he coated her insides with millions of future generations. It wasn’t the best climax. He pulled out when he softened and worked himself back up as his seed pooled around her. He released a proper load onto her that coated the side of her face, her magnificent breasts, and let the rest pool onto her stomach.

Troy wasn’t sure where these memories came from. But he was feeling a similar fate about to happen inside of this vixens whoresophagus as it clamped down on him. He felt his glans spring free inside of her. She moaned and seemed to relax as if relieved as her grip on his backside relaxed. He could feel her breath on his abdomen as her nose pressed into the fur. Her tongue wiggled back and forth along his tightening sack as she massaged his sore ass.

He heard her begin to gang...no, wait! She’s...swallowing? He felt the muscles work at the base of his pole. He drew a whooshing breath through his lips as his trumpet was moments away from sounding off. He grabbed the sides of her stomach and bucked his hips into her gaping maw. He grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut with a contorted face as every muscle in his body tensed like he was forcing out a stubborn bowel movement. He felt the first ripple travel from his perineum to his glans. He bucked harder - his abs rippling through his fur - as another shot fired from his aching balls. His head slowly tucked to his chest as he groaned through his teeth after more rounds fired inside of her. He let go of her sides and fell against the wall as his cock twitched its final releases into her slut of a stomach.

He took in breath after ragged breath while his shaft continued to intermittently pump the remnants of the load. He brought his hands up and tore off his shirt, then let his hands slap against the wall with the shirt remnants falling from his fingertips.

He thought he had time for a break, but something tugged at his cock. His blurred vision revealed a big titted, muscular babe with a gorgeous set of legs upon her equine frame. Next to her was a still-in-her-prime, stocky cow with a curvy frame and a massive set of titties. To the other side of the mare was a cute, sleek-looking gecko chick. The mare peaked his interest as her arms flexed rippling muscle through her fur as she pulled the vulpine condom free of his iron shaft.

As she set her aside, the gecko sashayed forward. She pressed her hand into his chest fur and lightly blew into his face to cool him off. He noticed that the room had shifted. The gecko pressed him back until his leg caught the side of the bed. She playfully pushed him and sent him falling back onto the plush mattress. He partially engorged cock slapped against his chest and spilled some of the seed remnants.

She climbed onto the bed and placed her legs along his thighs. She scooped up and cradled his aching cock against her body to cool it off. As his seed spilled out, she used her sticky tongue to lap up his juices. Her hands stuck to him as she moved them along his shaft to empty out any of his future children that were lagging behind. When she was satisfied, she held it between her smooth, scaled breasts and moved her body along the length.

The mare came over and passionately kissed him. The bovine crawled between his legs and pulled up the gecko's tail, then began to massage, suckle and polish his relaxing balls with her broad tongue and soft lips. With the cock massage, the mouth full of mare tongue, and his balls being tended to, he could feel life returning to his fatigued cock.

It seemed it was time to play musical stallion. The mare moved and replaced the cow, then began to tit-fuck his pole. The cow moved over and shoved her tits into his face so he could lick and suck on her soft flesh. The gecko had slid around his pole and sat on his stomach as she ran her cool hands along his thighs and hips while occasionally trapping his tip in her mouth. The mare slid down his shaft and pressed the tip of his cock against her lips. They parted and she began to floss her tonsils. She lightly dragged her teeth along his hardening shaft until his cock head popped free from her lips. The feeling of the mare’s hot mouth alternating with the cool gecko’s mouth, the taste of clean flesh and fresh milk filling his mouth, and the stroking of his thighs compounded the intense sensation he was feeling deep within his loins.

The warm milk he was nursing from the cow warmed up his body. It offset the cool feeling he felt along his inner thighs and when the two switched roles in nursing on his giving end.

The fit mare rose up with his dick sliding between her tits. She climbed onto the bed and stood above his meat pole. Her strong grip held him behind the tip and she began to mash his cock head into her sopping wet snatch. She coated the tip with her juices as she moved it back, forth, side to side and in circles around her hot lips only stopping to rub it against her engorged bean with cries of ecstasy. She moved his cock and gave the end of it a hefty slap causing him to tense up and send a jolt through his inner thighs. He pulled away from the cow, then gave the mare a mischievous glare and equally mischievous chuckle.

His cock ached from being erect for so long and now this crazy whore was treating it like a fucking punching bag!

He pushed the utters away from his face as the mare sneered at him with desire. His mouth was met with a glistening, sweet-smelling mare baby shooter. His nostrils flared as he inhaled her decadent parfum. She fell forward and hovered her juicy hole over his eyes as the cow moved behind her and grabbed her hips. As she dry humped the mares ass, his nose, lips, and tongue raked across their dripping wet lips. The gecko moved between his legs and began to massage his baby pouch while stretching her tongue around his pole and suckling on the tip.

He wasn’t sure how long this went on, but his tongue was feeling it. The mare must have ESP. She pushed against the cow to make her move. She moved down and he grabbed her hips. The gecko held his cock against her sopping foal house. The thrust his hips and pierced into her quivering portal as she cried out in pleasure. She inched down as he began to pump inside of her hot box. The cow moved between his legs and began to work her tongue against his balls and the exposed part of his shaft as well as the stretched mare pussy.

With her legs squeezing his sides, the mare reciprocated his efforts by wagging her ass and squeezing her vaginal walls down on him with each thrust. Though she engulfed his cock with ease, he was struggling to maintain composure with how tight she was. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed shallowly to ease the pressure building in the fruit that began to crowd his body.

A cool object slid into his mouth. His eyes opened as the scaled one pulled his head towards her to lock eyes with the ecstasy-filled gaze of the gecko. Her mouth tasted of sweet, appley bliss. He closed his eyes and locked his lips to hers.

The mare suddenly rose up - dragging him with her - as her hands dragged along his chest. She slammed every last centimeter of his cock inside of her with a loud moan. She twerked her bubbly rump and squeezed her love canal along his burning pole. He caressed her thighs as she continued to cry out screams of passion.

He felt his cock pulsate to signal that he was in the home stretch. He pulled away from the tender kisses of the scaled one and held the mare down. He brought up his knees and pushed them away from the edge of the bed. He moved his hands up under her rib cage. He dug his heels in and threw his head back. He began to thrust rapidly inside of her. Her tits slapped against her ribs as she bounced and cried out for him to fuck her harder. The room was filled with the sound of their slapping pelvises, her cries of passion, the groans that escaped between his clenched teeth, and the occasional sound of air rushing in and out of her as he rammed his flare inside of her hot box.

Like mercury in a thermometer, he felt the pressure rising in his balls. His muscles clenched and he brought his head up to open his eyes and watch the pain that pleasure-wracked face held in the sandy brown fur of her face. She had a hold of one of her nipples as the other hand frantically assaulted her button - her teeth grinding into her bottom lip.

The green one stroked his chest and stomach as the white and black-patched one cupped and massaged his baby batter basket and perineum. Visions of geysers and fire hoses blasting off danced in his mind. The pressure continued to travel up the nozzle as he thrust slower, deeper, and harder. Each thrust forced a short scream from her mouth as she reached up and clenched her hair at the roots with her fists.

The lizard saw an opening and pounced on her. She pushed her lower lips against his snout as she suckled on the mare’s nipples and rubbed her clit. His hands dug deeper into the mare as he slowed the pace and went even harder by raising her up halfway up the flagpole and dropping her entire weight onto him. The cow began to feed her tongue into his asshole as she continued to massage his ball bag. He squeezed his eyes shut and slithered his tongue around the slightly bitter gecko hole.

He was close. Sooo very close. He could tell the mare couldn’t take much more as her body became heavier and she pleaded with him to stop through her raspy breathing. Her arms slapped against his to signal she was nearly finished.

He dropped her one last time and nudged the gecko out of his way. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. He slowly rocked back down until she lay on top of him. He locked lips with her for a moment, then moved her head to the side and over his shoulder. He reset his heels and brought his hands up over her shoulders and locked her in tight against him. He flexed his pelvis as hard as he could while jackhammering her hole. She dug her teeth into the meat of his shoulder as she cried and whined.

He pulled as hard as he could with his arms and pushed as hard as he could with his pelvis when the cow began to massage his prostate - his hole feeling full with her broad tongue. The gecko had climbed on top of the mare and was squeezing her nipples and was kissing him once again.

He felt his cock throb with his flexing until he felt his seed rip through his shaft and begin to paint the inside of the mare. He felt her body shake as her head mashed into his shoulder with trembling moans leaving her throat. He cried out into the gecko’s mouth as his pelvis quivered. He could feel his abs flex and release on their own as his whole body rocked. Over and over he felt his thick seed shoot from his cock and spray into the mare’s baby cradle until he felt one last, strong shot. His whole body collapsed against the bed.

The gecko gently pressed her lips to his one last time, then he began to gasp for air. She stroked her hands along his face as the cow raked her nails through his thigh fur sending shivers through his body. The mare continued to tremble and whine as she gasped shallow breaths. He could feel his spunk leaving her sweet hole and begin to pool around his stomach and balls. The cow used long, gentle strokes on his spent sack to clean him up.

...to be continued?