Shaede and I held our breaths as the door to the hotel room opened, heralding the enthusiastic growling of Overwulf and seductive purring of Désirée. We listened from inside the inflatable Dizzy costume as the other two barely managed to close the door before jumping straight into the dirty talk.

 

“Couldn’t get enough of my big wolf cock last night, eh?” He all but roared, spinning Désirée around to slam her back against the door. He angled his head just right to mash that maw down on the displacer beasts, until their human lips touched beneath. Desperate moans of need roiled through the dark space as Désirée gave her language-less reply. 

 

As Over pulled back from the kiss, Désirée spotted the inflatable bear in the middle of the livingroom, gasping as she pointed at it. “Shit! Didn’t realise he’d be back by now.” Over turned to look, relieved to some degree that it appeared to be just the empty suit, thinking I was probably in my room. Not wanting to disturb her ‘minder’ Désirée thought quick. “Maybe we should head back to yours?”

 

Overwulf thought about it a moment. “If Shaede’s back there, she’ll probably want her rest. That said, if she’s up for it…” Shaede had to hold back a chuckle as her partner weighed his options. “Hmmm… lets see how quiet this pussy can be…” Over reached between Désirée’s legs, slipping a middle finger into her dripping wet entrance while the other hand wrapped around her. Assaulted by sensation and the shock of Over’s movements, Désirée lost her breath when he lifted her up, carrying her over to the seemingly discarded inflatable polar bear. 

 

With a squeaky thud, the strobing wolf deposited her hips right on it’s belly, bulging out the sides and causing her arse to just barely graze Shaede’s stomach. It also caused the seal on the bear’s crotch to pop open, revealing the inflatable cock hidden beneath. The pink vinyl member sprang out, slapping Désirée on her thigh, forcing a yelp of surprise “Fah! Shit, is.. Is that?”

 

“Heh heh…” Over chuckled, prodding the phallus. “Looks like Dizzy wants to play after all.” The wolf teased his prey mercilessly, sliding the smooth cock against her folds, coating it in her juices but not pushing it inside. She wriggled and writhed on the white belly, eager for Over to just stick it in. And to his credit, that’s exactly what he did, just not where she was expecting. The PVC material was just the right combination of stiff and pliable to contract just enough while keeping it’s shape as it slid almost effortlessly into Désirée’s arse.

 

“Oh GOD!” She cried, with Over quick to shove the same middle finger that had moments ago occupied her pussy into her open maw, sliding a knuckle past her lips. Désirée sucked on the digit as she rode out the sensation of her rear passage being filled. When the wolf removed his paw, Désirée muttered “I- I don’t…”

 

Over paused a moment, connecting the dots. “You don’t get much action back there I take it?” She shook her head. “Should I pull it out?” There was a bit of a pause before she responded, almost imperceptibly shaking her head. Over leant down, his muzzle just near her ears and right above the mesh eye hole of the dizzy costume. If he looked hard enough he could probably have seen Shaede’s draconic visage and my wide eyes staring up from behind her. But he wasn’t looking there. He was looking at his sexual captive. “You want me to leave Dizzy’s cock buried in your arse? You want to be double teamed?”

 

Shaede again stifled a moan as her fingers found the moist slit between her legs. But I had other plans. I slid my own flax-goo covered hands up the dragoness’ thighs and in towards her pussy. Gently removing Shaede’s digits, I replaced them with my own, teasing her with my middle finger the same way I’d done so with my tongue the night before. Thankfully Désirée moaned an affirmative at the same time Shaede loosed her own vocalisation, managing to hide her pleasure from the two atop Dizzy.

 

Over grabbed Désirée’s hands and fed them into the tight channel going down the inflatable bear’s muzzle. Shaede turned to face me, eye winking mischievously as her now freed hand slid up inside the bears head and prepared to give the Displacer Beast a rather mean surprise. As Over slammed his cock into the waiting and needy pussy, Shaede wrapped her hand around the seperately inflated muzzle internals and squeezed tight, holding Désirée’s hands in place. But whatever she was hoping to accomplish, either the sexually charged beast didn’t notice or didn’t care, her dripping cunt suddenly filled full of wolf cock.

 

“OVER!” She screamed. The wolf’s head darted down, hard silicone teeth grinding either side of Désirée’s neck as he made his dominant position known. Realistically, I doubt he’d care if I woke up, if anything it would be useful for when he had to hand her over afterward. But there was an image to uphold, especially if everything Clara and I had told him about her was true. 

 

“Quiet, slut!” He growled, Désirée moaning whorishly in response. “Keep your voice down or I’ll…” He realised his usual threat of fucking harder would probably be welcomed “Or you get this.” He pulled out to the tip and began gently thrusting just the first inch into her. I could tell what he was doing, because that’s a trick I would play. Shade elbowed me when my chuckling got a little too loud.

 

However, Désirée whimpered, whispering “Please, please, I’ll be a good little kitty slut. Please don’t stop.” 

 

Over grunted approval as he slammed his cock back into her with such force that the knot popped inside. He shuddered, but played off the doubling over as leaning in to whisper “If you can keep quiet, I’ll make sure tomorrow night to introduce you to my ‘very’ well hung friends…” She nodded desperately as he pushed his muzzle just past her head, his lips mere centimeters from her ear despite the fabric between. “And we’re gonna rut you till our cum overflows from every one of your slutty holes.”

 

Feeling Shaede tense up from her partner's declaration, I rammed several fingers into her well lubricated passage. I could feel her silent scream tense the muscles through her neck and shoulders, climax overriding her senses. Her writhing legs inside the costume managed to part just enough for my painfully erect cock to slip between them. I grunted as I was quickly massaged by the slickened, spasming limbs.

 

Désirée fared just as well from hearing Overwulf’s words, her legs shaking uncontrollably as the sudden filling from the knot and the promise of tomorrow evening sent her over the edge. She stifled a scream, leading to a high pitched moan that reverberated through the inflatable costume to vibrate the goo surrounding my legs and back. It was sensual in a way I had never experienced before; an entire body synchronous vibration would be the best way to describe it, though doing it no justice. 

 

But Overwulf was far from done. Allowing his conquest time to calm down, he stroked down her form, hard rubber claws parting her fur as she groaned contentedly. However, once her inner muscles had relaxed a bit, he pulled back hard, almost withdrawing entirely before ramming himself back in, knot and all. “Muhhh….” was all Désirée could muster, her mind slowly turning to mush at the overload of sensation. Over pulled back out and slammed home again, quickening his pace until he was slipping that knot in every stroke only to pop it out with a visceral- ‘shlorp’. 

 

I continued to grind my fingers inside Shaede’s sensitive passage, the dragoness well beyond her first orgasm as she relished my undivided attention alongside the show above us. All the delicious noises were echoing through the inflated space, adding to the sheer eroticism of our voyeuristic situation. 

 

“Muh… Muuuuh…” Désirée mumbled, either crashing through her second climax or still unable to get out of the first, I couldn’t tell. But I could hear her slowly losing consciousness. 

 

“Okay you little fur slut, are you ready?” Over growled harshly, The spasming Désirée barely able to nod her head in acceptance. “Fuck, you’re gonna love this…” He growled, grabbing his massive fur covered balls with one hand while grabbing her around the throat with the other. Désirée’s back arched as he slammed his entire length deep inside her, a lusty grunt bursting from his muzzle as he came hard inside her. His hot cum blasted against her inner walls, painting her with his seed before a second blast of slightly cooler liquid flooded the space. The wolf had rigged two squeezable orbs of cum lube inside the fake ballsack, and with several squeezes, managed to launch their contents deep within the mewling displacer beast. 

 

Below the action, I continued to fingerfuck Shaede with my ring and middle fingers while my index finger and thumb lavished attention on her clit. The dragoness writhed under my touch, my other hand massaging the flax seed goop across her body eagerly. She’d ridden one orgasm for several minutes, and I could feel herself winding down. She released Désirée from her mouth-like prison to place both hands on mine, signalling for me to stop what I was doing which I did a little reluctantly, but I wasn’t about to anger the Dragoness. The way she stroked my hands made me think she felt bad I was still rock hard between her legs, but given what she was about to do next, she probably reasoned we didn’t have enough time.

 

Several more pumps from his massive cock and both Over’s real and fake balls were empty. He pulled out of the now limp Désirée and chuckled. “Fuck girl, you are something else.” He tucked himself away, then repositioned himself to Dizzy’s side. Lifting her with both arms, the wolf struggled with post-orgasmic wobbliness down the hallway. 

 

Shaede used this as her means of escape, pushing against the suit’s seal to open Dizzy’s chest. She turned to face me as she pulled herself out, staring me in the eye before mashing her muzzle down on my face. The rigidity of the jaw hurt, but I was happy to ignore it in favour of the passionate kiss she gave me, though the way she bit my lower lip before pulling back was exceptionally mean; causing my cock to jump with renewed vigour despite her leaving. Blowing me a kiss she quickly escaped the goopy confines and by the time I had also extracted myself, she was quietly closing the hallway door. 

 

I did my best to re-seal the suit before tiptoeing back to my room, thankful I’d closed it before and because of that Over didn’t seem to suspect anything. I slipped inside and had just managed to towel off when there was a knock at the door. I stumbled over, opening it to reveal a tall, strobing wolf.

 

“Hey man, hope we didn’t wake you.”

 

“You didn’t. Sounded like fun though.” I grinned back, my beet-red cheeks hidden in the darkness.

 

“Heh, well, I got her on the bed with the head off, and she’s asking for Dizzy.” Over pat me on the shoulder. “Just me tonight, the parties were kinda lame, and I didn’t know anybody there. Hopefully tomorrow though.”

 

“She’ll get her wish fulfilled by the end of con, I’m sure of it.” I said, grinning as I tried not to let on that I’d overheard his promise. “Righty. Well, have a good night, I got it from here.”

 

“Catch you tomorrow.” Over said in a particularly sensual way, the inference of predator/prey made loud and clear. I just threw him a knowing smile and wink.

 

It took a minute to get suited up; I didn’t want to get the inside of the fabric dizzy suit covered in goo. It took another couple minutes before I stepped into Clara’s room. To her credit she had tried to remove the rest of the suit by herself, but had managed to get stuck.

 

“Had a fulfilling evening? Or at least a filling one?” I chuckled, approaching the accidentally trapped woman slowly, lit by no more than the glow of the bedside alarm clock’s red digital numbers. 

 

Realising her polar bear saviour had walked into the room, the somewhat love-drunk Clara moaned in the affirmative, attempting to lie down and enjoy the sense of fullness. But the tangle of fabric prevented an easy transition, flinging one leg into the air as she toppled backwards. “Little help?” She muttered, blushing underneath a tangle of purple fur.

 

I sat down on the edge of the bed and raked rubber claws along Clara’s thigh, down to her knee and hooked around the stuck fabric to pull one leg off. Clara moaned at the touch, so I made sure to play up the action even more with the other leg, ensuring the claws were a little more forceful and took a little longer to get the job done. By the time Désirée’s legs were removed, I had Clara squirming and moaning on the bed, arching her back to the smallest touch. I really felt so powerful in that moment. The hulking bestial mass bearing down upon the soft skinned damsel, seconds away from ravishing her. 

 

With legs free, I shifted up the bed to her hands; the fabric having twisted around a little with Clara getting the paws caught in the sleeve rather than removing them first. A mischievous chuckle erupted from me as I stood. Walking to the headboard, I wrapped the waist of the purple costume tightly around the sturdy lamp fixture sticking out from it. “Wha- What are you doing?” A frustrated Clara inquired from below.

 

“Wait.” I playfully growled in response.

 

“But-”

 

I hunched over quickly, bringing my muzzle down upon her neck. The open maw was not open wide enough to completely engulf her neck before impact, forcing the rubber teeth to grind saw-like against her sensitive skin. She gasped in shock as I whispered sternly “You. Will. Wait.” Then as quickly as I had moved in, I retreated into the darkness. There was something I needed to make this night perfect. And it was on the couch.

 

I rummaged blindly through the black bags in the livingroom until I came across the thin leather collar. Double checking which way was ‘up’ in the moonlight obscured by the semi-transparent curtains in the livingroom, I unbuckled it and strode back into Clara’s bedroom. In the darkness, her eyes glistened with curious intensity. I stood next to the bed and leaned over, not even bothering to show Clara her gift. “Is that-” Her question was cut off as the thin leather band of the collar felt clearly different from that of the one she’d had me give Désirée. As I slipped the tab through the buckle I felt Clara gulp “What… does it say?”

 

I tested the looseness of the collar, then did it up another hole tighter, causing Clara to half gasp, half moan. When I was satisfied with its tightness, I moved my muzzle to her ear while placing a hand on her thigh. “Property of Dizzy.” With that, I slid the paw upward before slipping an entire thick finger deep into her well lubricated pussy. This elicited the expected guttural groan, Clara arching her back into my touch. 

 

With my digit slipping free of the cum-filled hole, I dragged the sticky claw slowly up her figure; scraping alongside her clit, swirling over her mound and homing in on her navel. A small puddle of cum lube formed while hooking Clara’s bellybutton playfully so I used that as an inkwell of sorts to trace my name across her belly. Well, the name ‘Dizzy’. Clara moaned whorishly throughout the process, with the occasional needy whine when my claw lifted from her skin. I growled appreciatively at her vocalisations before dragging that claw up between her breasts, along her neck and across her cheek to rest it upon her bottom lip.

 

“Would you like to taste the cum of the beast that ravaged Désirée?” I asked, leading to a  hesitant nod from Clara, my friend. Slowly I pushed first the claw, then the whole finger into her mouth. She circled her tongue around the claw at first, but soon was using it to squash the digit against the roof of her mouth, attempting to wring it for every last drop. 

 

The lube itself was mostly tasteless, but Over’s cum was potent in taste enough that her body was soon covered in goosebumps from a realisation. “I… I have wolf cum in me…” She muttered. I knew deep down she would surely understand the reality of the situation - surely… - but I wasn’t about to break the illusion, or the mood.

 

“And you’re about to have a whole lot of bear too.” I growled, flinging one leg up onto the bed before shifting my other up as well. Clara looked up at the polar bear’s hungry grin barely visible in the darkness, and gulped. She then looked down to the raging erection between the ivory legs straddling her. “So tell me, what are you?”

 

Clara looked a little puzzled “I… I’m Cla-” My hand shot to her neck fast, it’s tight grip snaring her throat with just enough force to make her aware of it’s presence, but not enough to restrict her breathing.

 

“Here, and Now, you are not a who. You are a what!” I growled louder, “So what are you?”

 

“I’m…” Clara gulped again. I could feel the raw power emanating from me driving her libido to new heights while simultaneously sending off all the predator/prey alarms that still existed in her brain. “I’m…” I squeezed a little harder, Clara’s quickened breaths getting raspy as her airway was ever so slightly cut off. “I’m Dizzy’s Cumdump!” She blurted, remembering our initial interaction on her bed at home. “I’m Dizzy’s little slut. I’m his whore, his hole, his relief.” She began sobbing after the rush of words.

 

Shit. Had I pushed things too far? The weight of responsibility I’d shirked these last couple of days finally came crashing down on my shoulders as I released my grip. My affected demeanour must have been readable through my posture, as while I slumped back, trying to figure out what best to do next Clara thrashed her head side to side. “Y-you ffffuck thabitch! I’lllllll… hold’er down!” 

 

I stared wide-eyed as the evil twinkle of Désirée’s eyes gave me the push I needed to finish the job. I could talk to Clara as Des the next day and figure everything out. But for now I was Dizzy, and Dizzy had a promise to uphold. “You’re gonna take all my seed.” I ordered calmly, my words a matter of fact more than a suggestion.

 

“And beg... for more.” Clara sighed between breaths. Then she tensed up, ‘Dizzy’s’ cock pushing into her for the second time that evening, though this one was far more substantial. The still lubed pussy gave no resistance to my turgid rod and I bottomed out with barely touching her inner walls. I shuddered from the sensation, which set Clara off in turn.

 

“Over really filled Désirée up didn’t he?” I commented wryly.

 

“Mm-hmmm…” the agreeing tone was forced past a bitten lower lip as Clara’s breathing once again became ragged.

 

“All the easier to fuck you then.” I quipped as my hips began to piston forth. After the last half hour or so of teasing - both inside and outside the inflatable suit - I was damn near close to cumming. And my threatening tone and mild strangulation of Clara had her in a similar state. I could feel her internal muscles spasmodically massaging my cock through the thick layer of cum lube surrounding it.

 

Then I tried something new. I’d seen it in several pornos, and wondered how a partner would really react in that situation. I doubted Désirée would put up with it, let alone Shaede or Overwulf. But perhaps Clara might. I clamped a paw either side of her head and rammed my cock as deep as possible in her already overfilled cunny. The claws that had wrapped around into her hair made tiny circles on her scalp while my thumbs pushed errant strands of hair to the side so she could see clearly. 

 

The moon had moved into just the right position so that a shaft of light pierced through the gap in the curtain on one side of the room. It sliced between us two almost perfectly, allowing Clara to see - in great detail - my muzzle as it moved closer to her face. At first it was the puffs of steam emanating from the mouth, then large canines curving out from underneath a lip of fur below a glistening nose. That gave way to an ever widening muzzle, rows of glistening teeth leading back to a pair of predatory eyes. The iridescence in the green created an almost flare of fiery orange as they passed into the moonlight. I paid good money for those eyes, and it was finally paying off.

 

I passed my thumbs over her forehead again, staring right into her eyes as the muzzle grazed her chin. “There is nothing I would protect more fiercely, and care for more deeply, than that which is mine. And you - Clara - are mine!” I leaned forward, growling into her neck as I used my paws to tilt her forehead back. The rubbery teeth caught ever so slightly on her skin before I pulled away, the moonlight again falling onto the bear’s green eyes. Softly, but quickly I made my position clear. “While that collar is on you I can - and will - fuck you whenever I want, however I want, wherever I want. Understand?” 

 

Clara nodded. Immediately I regained my speedy pace, ploughing into the cum-drenched pussy with enough force that jets of lube soon coated my crotch so thoroughly I could feel it seep through the suit. But that sensation only pushed me harder, ramming Clara with a speed and force I’d only ever dreamt of.

 

It wasn’t long before Clara’s intermittent spasms grew more regular until her whole body shook with climactic energy. But I didn’t budge from my pace, though the constricting passage would have done little to stop the onslaught due to the sheer amount of lube pumped into it. “Dih-hih-zeh-zZEEE!” She screamed between laboured pants “Fill muh-me! I n-need your cu-u-u-uuuummmm…” Her whole body was writhing and spasming across the bed, wrists still bound by Désirée - probably just as much in her mind as in reality - and eyes blinking unfocused as she tried to keep my gaze.

 

In a moment of euphoric focus, Clara locked eyes with me and sighed, rocketing me into my own orgasm. I slammed my hips as far forward as they would go, splashing Clara’s lower half with soaked up lube. My multiple climaxes over the course of the night had left their mark, with an honestly pitiful series of spurts released into Clara’s needy cunt. But she barely noticed. Her pussy felt every powerful throb of my cock, every grunt of my breath blasting her neck, and every shaky buck of my hips against hers. 

 

Bliss.

 

As Clara’s shaking slowly subsided, I relaxed my hold on her head, having done my best to keep her staring right at me for that whole third act. I reached up to yank at the velcro sections of her paws, managing to undo first one wrist, then the other. She moaned in relief as her arms dropped onto the bed. I glanced at the sheets. There was no way she was avoiding a wet spot, and there was still so much lube left in her that it would probably only get worse through the night. He reached over to the wardrobe and retrieved a towel, placing it down on the bed before shifting her waist onto it.

 

She reached out with a hand to which I grabbed gently. Murmuring something, Clara gave my grip a squeeze. “It’s okay Clara, my little human pet.” I said liltingly, giving her a squeeze back “I’ll be here for you, always. Now rest. You have a big day - and night - ahead of you.” She moaned in agreement before snoring lightly.

 

Sliding off the bed, I pulled the covers over my best friend's lube-drenched body. Then, grabbing the Desiree suit I quietly left the room, closing the door behind me. I let loose a massive, pent up sigh, leaning against the closed door. “What the fuck have I gotten myself into?” I asked rhetorically, removing the polar bear head so I could breathe properly. I could feel my heart racing, and the cool night air breezing across my sweaty face. This was nice. But the weight of the suits began to pull me down the door. I grunted, then stumbled towards the bathroom.

 

After a few minutes of cleanup, I’d washed the necessary parts of both the polar bear and displacer beast, hanging them out to dry on a laundry rack in the bathroom, under the room’s heat lamps. I hoped it would dry them both out before morning - or at least my one - and not melt the fur in the process. I gulped but reasoned if all else fails, we both had a spare suit.

 

I glanced at my watch and groaned. It was half past three in the morning. I had to be up in four hours to get ready to head over to Dani’s room. I had a feeling I’d need to have a bit of energy for that too. I made my way over to the bed and stretched. “Day one, complete.” I sighed, yawning before thankfully falling into a deep sleep.

 

During the night, my dreams were filled with sliding down open maws large enough to use as a waterslide, chains and straps tying Clara down as she’s used and abused by a thousand-long line of furries - some anthropomorphic and almost cartoon like, while others were much more real looking werewolf like beasts - all the while being chased by an exceptionally well-hung dragoness and her inflatable lackeys. It was surreal and winding, with no real aim or purpose, nor any grounding in what was happening at any one time. Just a mish-mash of sensation and sight.

 

I winced upon waking, having rolled over onto a very erect member. I must have spent a reasonable amount of the night hard, and possibly grinding into the sheets. It was the worst case of morning wood I had ever experienced. I was extremely sensitive down there and was very tempted to just finish myself off. But realising I only had twenty minutes to get ready for Dani, I decided to ignore it and have a nice cool shower instead.

 

I’d fortunately thought ahead and brought all sorts of moisturisers and creams to help with the usual downsides of spending time in suit - chafing especially - and decided to apply one or more of those lotions to my somewhat inflamed member. From my experiences with the various tubes and tubs, most would only heighten the sensitivity or possibly cause a slight burning sensation, but I knew of one moisturiser that should help. It managed to make the skin feel a little cooler, like taking a deep breath after sucking a mint. I’d decided to go clean shaven down there specifically for the convention, which made most of the application a breeze.

 

After drying off, I checked on the murrsuits. Désirée’s was nice and dry, but the sheer soaking of the cum lube that the bear had taken proved stubborn; the fabric still damp to the touch. I sighed, considering my options. Dani wanted Dizzy there. I looked to the still goopy husk of the inflatable Dizzy and sighed, realising I’d have to empty and dry that at least once before the end of the con. And there would both be no time right now, and I’m pretty sure given she’d be unable to fit the sheath due to the lack of an appropriate hole, that there was only one real option left.

 

After writing a note for Clara - or whomever would wake up - and leaving it on the kitchen bench, I made my way through the hallways - in a very clean, very detailed and very dry Dizzy - towards room 508.

 

Not knowing what lay beyond the door in front of me, I knocked hesitantly. “One sec!” Came a call from within, the sound of large boxes being shifted about mixed with the occasional grunt and curse wafted through the door frame. I smiled a little, wondering what chaos was waiting for me.

 

I didn’t have long to wait. A few seconds later and the door was swung open, a somewhat flushed Dani standing there, seemingly about to wave me in but upon seeing the detailed costume instead stood in enraptured silence. “Hope I’m not too early…” I said, trying to break the trance. And I did, to some degree. She backed up a little, allowing me enough space to enter before closing the door behind me.

 

As soon as the door shut, Dani took a hesitant step forward and looked up at me. Outside the suit I was well over a head taller than her, but with the added height of the head I towered above Dani, even with her chestnut-coloured hair done up in a big bun on top. Fortunately I knew that look she was giving me all too well, and I relented. “Want a hug?” Eyes lighting up like fireworks she dashed forwards, wrapping her arms around my waist and muttering something into my abs. “Woah, woah… hold up…”

 

Dani quickly took a step back, the look of a scolded puppy confused as to why it had been shouted at staring up at me. “Sorry, I-”

 

“That’s not a hug!” I growled, leaning in to pick her up, lifting Dani off the floor and bringing her effectively eye to eye with me, pinning her body to mine with a big, strong bear hug. Her initial tense posture relaxed as she realised she wasn’t in trouble, and quickly melted into my arms.

 

“Soooo sooofffft…” She moaned, fingers twirling through the thicker mane of back fur running down behind my neck. I slid one arm down her body to better support her weight and held her close, deepening the hug. Somewhere in the back of my mind a voice was telling me this could be construed as a form of sexual assault, but the rest of my mind pointed out the intense blowjob she’d given me the day before and that that point had already been well and truly passed.

 

It was actually really nice to just stand there with her in my arms like that. I began subconsciously swaying side to side as though holding a toddler that needed calming, while using the paw not immediately responsible for holding her up to run my claws comb-like through her hair. My movements seemed to cause Dani no end of enjoyment, with content little moans burbling forth as she played with my fur.

 

But eventually some timer or something went off elsewhere in the room causing her to loose an annoyed grunt. I gently lowered her down and she stepped quickly over to the kitchenette where several tubs were resting in the sink. “Take a seat if you want.” She said chirpily, indicating the couch surrounded by boxes. “Just gotta add the next layers.” Curious as to what she was doing I took a few steps forward, but she quickly dissuaded me of coming closer “Oh, uh, you really don’t want to get in the splash zone.” She pointed to the plastic she had laid down on the floor, sure enough with the occasional droplet or smear of something rubbery dotting its surface.

 

“Fair enough.” I chuckled, retreating to the couch. “I find it very interesting though.”

 

“That’s right…” Dani said, upending a plastic beaker of pink fluid into one of the tubs “You mentioned at the panel you cast the muzzle of your friend’s suit.” 

 

“Yeah.” I thought back to that faux pas, talking about making the muzzle of a suit using 3D printing and so on, before realising the head I was holding was the only one of the four I made that were at the convention that DIDN’T have a silicone mouth. “This was my first one, back before I messed about with Silicone and making molds and all that. But the others were cast, yeah.”

 

“And you said you 3D printed the molds?”

 

“First one was technically a wax mold that I then cast in plaster; you know, the whole melt the wax and fill it with ‘blank’ kind of mold.”

 

Dani had a bit of a sad pout about her. “Oh, you had to smash that didn’t you?...”

 

I sighed, shrugging. “Yeah, but such is. Didn’t think it through very well back then. But the second one I did only a month ago.” Dani stopped what she was doing momentarily to give me an impressed look. “Yeah, I designed the foam parts of the head and roughed out the dimensions of the teeth with some styrofoam packaging for a microwave that a friend gave me. Then I transferred that to Maya, blocked out the shape with a bit of feline dental research, booleaned the result from a cube and…” I looked up expecting to see a very confused dani, but instead she was just happily nodding along “... and that’s about it.”

 

Dani tapped out the last of one beakers contents before moving to the electric blue liquid in the second. “So you STL’d it out to a printer- Resin?”

 

It was my turn to be caught silent. It’s not necessarily that I didn’t think she’d know about this stuff, but more that I rarely find anyone who does. “Filament, unfortunately. Would love one of those resin printers. So smooth…”

 

“So how’d you get rid of the layer lines?” Dani definitely knew enough about the technology to have used it herself.

 

“Came across some brush on stuff at a tech expo a few months back. Works fantastic. Before that I was sanding, spot filling, spray painting and still not getting rid of those damn lines.”

 

“Yeah, I know the stuff. I used to use some on my earlier molds, it does a decent job.”

“So you model these?” I gestured towards the closest tub labelled ‘small defects’ and the small arrangement of bagged sex toys within.

 

“Yep. Though not as fancy as you, I use blender. I also used to use a cheap little printer I won in an art competition, but last year I splurged on an Anycubic Photon.” I whistled approvingly, causing a huge smile to spread across her face. “The print quality is amazing! Even at medium quality, I don’t need to smooth a damn thing.” She finished pouring the sparkly purple contents of the last beaker on the kitchen bench into the third tub.

 

“Custom orders?” I asked, gesturing to the tubs

 

“Yeah, gotta wait a decent amount of time between layers.”

 

“Layers?”

 

Dani smiled, falling into her salesperson persona for a moment as she retrieved a discarded dildo from a ‘waste’ box. She walked over and sat down on my knee, turning to face me and hold up the sex aid to one side of my head; she seemed to understand the area of view of a fursuiter pretty well too. Dani writhed a little on my knee, and I could feel a source of heat between her legs. She kept an innocent face through it all but I could tell there was an element of mischievousness in the sparkle of her eyes.

 

“This one’s a good example.” I could see why she chose that particular dildo, for whatever reason two of the ‘layers’ hadn’t adhered to each other properly. The faux phallus was modelled after a canine’s, with a large knot at the base of it. That knot appeared to be a different colour than the shaft, and the point they met showed a large split down that side. “I use a softer outer layer, so it feels a bit more realistic; the bulges and ridges get to pull and grip the walls a bit that way.” She pushed and pulled at the outer layer with her thumb, showing how pliant it was. 

 

Then she prodded the inner layer. It was much firmer, barely moving from the poke, but still bending in her hands when the whole thing was waggled around. “Middle layer I have a different blend for. Makes it a bit more hard, but you lose that nice surface feel.” She grabbed another toy from the box on the table marked ‘Sheaths’. It was a similar shape as the other she’d been showing off, but slightly smaller. “And see inside here, there’s yet another layer, it’s about halfway between the other two. It’s a little more slick to allow someone like yourself to get their junk all the way in,” She chuckled, grinding a little on my knee “But soft enough that when they’re at full mast, it fits nice and snug without squashing anything.”

 

I was amazed at how much thought Dani had put into the whole process. It was far more than just the ‘pick a firmness and pour’ method that I had assumed. “How long do the layers take to set?” 

 

“Depending on the thickness and blend, anywhere from twelve to forty eight hours.” She must have sensed my eyes going wide as dishplates, because before I could then ask the obvious question, she was already answering. “So another bear asked for a sheath yesterday morning, for pickup on sunday. And because I use internal mold blocks to keep the space hollow for sheaths, it effectively makes them universal for the first two layers. Sooo…”

 

I grinned, realising what she’d done “So you used my mold in the already completed second stage?” She nodded.

 

“I hope you don’t mind…”

 

“As long as they still get what they paid for, I have no complaints.” I gulped, then took a deep breath. “So I take it it’s finished?”

 

Dani nodded, biting her lower lip apprehensively. “Just have to pull it out of the mold and trim the flash.” She pulled a rather solid looking tub up onto the coffee table, shoving other boxes out of the way. “Wanna see?” I hesitated a moment before nodding cautiously.

 

The system Dani had set up had been meticulously thought through. The mold for this sheath was clipped into the tub alongside several others; each one removable separately, which she demonstrated after unclipping the sides and pulling it up via a small handle. She picked up a small rubber orb that I recognised from tone time when I had a sinus infection and had to flush out my nose, she placed it’s nozzle in a small indent at the bottom of the mold and gave a quick pump. “Helps separate everything down the bottom.”

 

“You don’t use an agent?” I asked, my attention drawn to her slowly but gently shifting the mold back and forth.

 

“Technically yes, but I find this helps get rid of the suction first.” I nod in agreement. And in a couple of seconds she’s withdrawn a thick ursine cock with ridiculously large balls. “Et Voila!”

 

“Wwwow!” I sighed, taking in the sheer size of it. I was no Ron Jeremy downstairs, but I was proud of my member, and never seemed to have a complaint before. But this was something else. My guess would have put the shaft not much longer than my own - maybe 8 inches total - and the balls were each smaller than a baseball, but not by much. But it was the girth that had me in absolute awe. In essence it was a lot like one of the canid members dotting Dani’s apartment, only the front half - no knot - and a great deal wider. My guess was about the width of a can of coke at the widest part of the bulge in it’s center, with the last couple inches tapering down in animalistic fashion. 

 

The balls appeared to be connected to the shaft by a thin strip of fabric under the several layers of silicone, and had their own pouch inside with a slit up the back. Set into the sides of that slit were a kind of premade silicone tab that seemed to be cemented in the firmer layer of the shaft and a small ring of the firm layer in the faux testes. But the way she held those balls made it obvious that inside them were a pair of squeezable bulbs. 

 

Dani held them up in the light so I could see better. “So, there’s a little tab on the side here where if you pull it back,” She popped the tab open, though it was impossible to see within “you can put some fake cum in there with a syringe.” She grabbed a plastic syringe from the table - filling it from an unlabelled bottle - and unloaded the entire thing into the fake ball. When done she closed the stopper tight, twisting it until it locked. “Now, just behind each side there’s a small vent. Every time you squeeze,” She gave a light squeeze and after a second a stream of creamy white fluid began leaking from the cock tip. Grinning at her success Dani continued to explain “-the fake cum goes out one way, and air gets pulled in, to keep them in their shape.”

 

“That is…” I was lost for words, what Dani had done was absolutely amazing. Fortunately, whatever connection my libido had to my mouth was fully operational. “That’s so fucking hot!” I felt Dani grind herself on my leg again, harder and more obvious this time. In response I placed a big furry paw on her thigh, pulling her down onto my knee as I raised it up to a better angle.

 

Dani moaned a little, closing her eyes before remembering she had my cock in her hands. Well, Dizzy’s cock. “Mmmmm, does this mean we can take it for a test run?”

 

“I’d be concerned as a paying customer if we didn’t!” I chuckled, squeezing my paw to make the claws lightly scratch against her inner thigh. 

 

“There is something I wanted to ask you though.” I could tell from the way she said it that Dani was a bit apprehensive. I nodded in response, to which she took a deep breath. “So, I’ve had a  bit of fun here and there, but there’s one kink that, well…”

 

Dani lost her words, and hoping to help get them back I attempted to reassure her. “Look, you got no judgement from me. Believe me.” I sighed, which seemed to pique Dani’s interest.

 

“Oh, really? Why would that be?” She readjusted her position on my leg, leaning a little closer to me. “What are your kinks?”

 

I coughed “Oh, ah, not what I meant.” my mind came to a halt, refusing to think straight at this drastic change of topic. “I mean, what I meant was…” I attempted to make gestures with my hands, before realising how stupid trying to pantomime ‘adultery’ was. “Ugh.” Slumping down, I gave up and decided on the bare truth. “I’m fucking my married friend, and attempting to organise her to get gangbanged in suit before the con is over, which is now probably gonna happen while he’s here, but without his knowledge.”

 

“Someone’s got a cuck-king fetish…” She nodded at me in respect.

 

“HA!” I laughed nervously “Not really. She’s the one with the fetish… I think. Though I have discovered a few interesting ones since arriving.”

 

“Oh, do tell.” Dani changed her position - first placing the ursine sheath on the coffee table before straddling my waist. Her arms wrapped around me and once again I found her head planted in the thick fur of my chest, a soft murring moan reverberating through the fluff straight into my solar plexus.

 

“Uh, well…” I gulped, wanting what was happening, but unsure of whether the kinks I’d explored would be taken well; given how extreme at least one of them was within the fandom. “So I had some fun in an inflatable costume last night, which led to a particularly interesting time at the goo party.” I heard a mumble of approval, which steeled me to continue. “Aaand then I was kinda thrown into this whole ‘vore’ thing-” Dani stopped cuddling to look up at me with wide eyes “-It’s a long story.”

 

“Sounds like a fun story though.” She mockingly whined, as though me not telling her was some sort of punishment.

 

“Hey, don’t give me that tone young lady,” I threw her childish moanings back at her in the only humorous way I could think of “You’re the one that’s not talking about kinks…”

 

Dani took a deep breath, then leaned a little back. “It’s something I’ve tried to ask some guys, but they either take it too far or freak out.”

 

“Well, you tell me right now, and I’ll let you know.”

 

“I…” She cleared her throat, looking up at me with begging eyes “I want to be bred.” Whether it was a pregnancy fetish, cum fetish or just simply all about the risk, I’d known about this kink for some time, and I’d be lying if I said I wanted nothing to do with it. Going bareback with Désirée and Shaede was fine because I knew they were clean and on the pill, and so the concept of ‘breeding’ someone was not really on the table. My cock jumped at the thought.

 

“So… I take it you’re not…”

 

“Not on the pill?” She bit her lower lip, looking uncharacteristically shy as she stared off to the side. “No. No… I’m not.” She mistook my pause for thought for rejection, and began to climb off my lap. “I can understand if-”

 

I grabbed her shoulders and leaned down, placing my muzzle just next to her ear “If I want to fuck you until my cum is overflowing from your fertile pussy?” Dani froze, I could feel a shiver run through her body as my words bounced around inside her brain. I turned her to face me, pulling back enough and tilting my head for my bear eyes to stare at her. “I want to breed you.”

 

Dani looked like her train of thought was derailing at lightspeed. “You… mean it?” I nod. “But what if… you know…”

 

“Well, what would you want?” The logical part of my brain was screaming, while my libido seemed to be only angling for a good time. But the actually emotional and empathetic part of me was seriously considering this option. She seemed to be badly caught in thought, as though she wanted to say something but couldn’t figure out how. Which is when I figured out her problem. If she were to say she could just take the morning after pill, then it wouldn’t fit into this whole ‘breeding’ kink. So, taking arguably the biggest risk of my life, I said “Because no matter what happens, if relentlessly fucking your curvy pregnant belly is an option, I’m all for it.” I growled those last few words, causing Dani to shiver once more.

 

“Would…” She gulped, repositioning herself on my leg before standing. I could feel the intense heat of her nethers pressed against me for barely a second, but that’s all I needed to know I’d hit the right spot. “What does Des want?”

 

I chuckled a little, placing my hands either side of her hips and pulling her closer to me, grinding her crotch on my leg in the process “It’s not about what he wants, he’s not here.” I hoped the gist of my veiled comment got through.

 

“Elle… I- I need to get Elle…” Dani half whispered as she backed away from my grip and out of the room. I blinked under the suit several times. She seemed so intent on doing this, I thought perhaps it was her with the need to, but her fursona? Perhaps she really was as separated as she made out to be at her stall. 

 

I watched as she walked - or rather, sashayed - over to her bedroom. With a nervous glance back, Dani gave a weak grin and grabbed the door handle. Her door closed, and it was a good thing I had hesitated as when she poked her head back out to see  if I had moved, I was fortunately still sitting on the couch, giving a thumbs-up gesture while nodding. As soon as the door to her bedroom closed a second time, I turned back to the coffee table and refilled the syringe before fumbling with the tab on the balls to open the second - empty - orb. A few seconds and a lot of mistakes later - thanks to the blunt claws and thick padding on my paws - both balls were full, the whole piece feeling particularly hefty.

 

I unzipped the front of my ‘for show’ Dizzy suit and retrieved my slightly deflated - but still erect - member and scooped out my balls as well. “Moment of truth…” I growled. Gently, I slid my cock into the sheath, the sides grabbing at me, preventing easy entry. I removed myself and held it up to my muzzle. Angling appropriately I welled up the moisture in my mouth and spat into the hollow phallus. I really hoped that would work, as I doubted I had much time. I didn’t want to use the lube because as much as it would help me in, it would probably also help me slide out.

 

But fortunately enough, the additional slipperiness from my saliva and frantic nature of the situation shrinking my member a little more was enough for me to hilt the prosthetic; the sensation of which caused my cock to throb back to life and fill the remaining void. 

 

The next part I had to do somewhat blindly. With the practiced grace of a cosplayer trying something brand new they didn’t want to break, I gently guided my balls one by one into their silicone counterparts, breathing a sigh of relief when I felt the second one fall into place. Then fiddling through the furry fingertips and rubbery claws, I finally managed to locate the tab at the back that would finally bind the whole thing to my genitals. More fumbling and some quiet curses and I managed to get it all set up. 

 

The sounds of bag zippers and rustling clothes from Dani’s bedroom had calmed down now, so with one quick tug to keep my member nice and excited, I tucked the whole thing away back into the suit and sat back down on the couch. In the time before she would reappear I considered everything happening. What if it went to the extreme, could I handle being responsible for a kid right now? Dani seemed like a pretty cool person, so going down that path and being a parent with her wasn't a terrible thing. Though living a country apart could prove difficult. All these thoughts were silenced as soon as I heard a door hinge creak.

 

Dani had made mention that she and Elle were two separate individuals before. And as I watched her walk down the hallway towards me, I couldn’t dispute it. Dani was pretty outgoing, very smiley and just generally confident. Elle… was not. She kept to one wall as she approached, head bowed a little with hands nervously crossing and uncrossing in front of her. It was the sort of thing I’d expect from an anime where the nervous girl is trying to approach her crush. She may have been awkward, but she was damn cute.

 

What Elle was wearing was closer to what suitors call a ‘partial’. She had elbow length cow-print gloves, as well as what looked like similarly coloured thigh-high stockings that went all the way down to a pair of hoof-shaped feet. She was wearing a tight pair of daisy dukes and a red flannel shirt tied just above the midriff. But her mask was a thing of beauty. The one she had shown me back at the stall was a big fluffy cartoon-styled cow head. This was different.

 

Shade had a gorgeously detailed latex draconic head, where instead of large cartoonish eyes like some suiters - or more realistic glass or plastic fakes like mine - her real eyes sat either side of the muzzle. Elle’s was very similar in that regard. It was a shortened, more stylised version of a cow’s face - almost cartoony - but with enough detail in the silicone and fur to look almost lifelike. Little horns protruded from a mess of wavy chestnut hair that I immediately recognised as Dani’s. As she nervously turned around for me to see her whole costume, I noticed a short little cow tail protruding from under the skirt, tipped with a tuft of the same coloured hair. After a few seconds, Elle murmured “Well?”

 

I blinked myself back to attention. “I- yes, Sorry.” I extended a paw, palm up. “Dizzy. Nice to meet you.” She took my gesture, placing her hand over the top and shaking it. I then noticed truly how tiny her hands were in comparison to mine. “Please sit.” I shuffled over, giving the cowgirl more space to sit on the couch. “Dani said she needed to get you.”

 

Elle nodded nervously, looking up to meet my gaze. Sitting down on the couch in the way she was only amplified her curves and her height; or lack thereof. She somehow looked smaller, but with far larger hips and bust, though I could probably thank her choice of clothing for that. Her bust was almost spilling out of the flannel shirt, and from what I could tell there was no bra there to hold it back.

 

“Can… can you guess what I am?” Elle asked, placing a hand on my thigh.

 

I gulped. “Cow?” I blurted noncommittally. 

 

The corners of Elle’s silicone mask curled upwards in a smile. I was amazed at the detail and flexibility of that thing, as well as whatever method Dani used to stick it to her face to allow such a feat. I’d have to find time to ask her later, but for now, Elle was trying to get my attention back with her hand sliding further up my leg. “Correct. And you know what Cows are made for?”

 

I knew where this was going, and was more than happy to play along. “For milk and to be bred to make more Cows.”

 

“And do you… want to breed me?” She traced a hand up my leg to my crotch then back down the other one, looking a little confused when not discovering the bulge she thought she’d find.

 

I placed one hand on hers, using the other to quietly unzip enough for my newly acquired phallus to flop free. Elle’s eyes bulged at the sight. Breathing heavily, I emitted a low growl “Assuming you’re up for it, I won’t stop until I’ve fucked you full of my cubs.” I then leaned in closer to growl in her ear once more “And then I’ll keep fucking you as that belly of yours gets rounder and rounder…” I placed a hand on her stomach, swirling the claws against her bare midriff. “Would you like that?”

 

Elle didn’t bother answering. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I sat on the couch and pulled against the thin strap of material between her legs. With a snap it unclipped, the daisy dukes clearly modified; probably for this exact purpose. She lined herself up and slipped the angled tip of my new shaft into her well lubricated entrance. I shuddered as I felt the whole procedure come to a grinding halt. I was too big.

 

This had never happened to me before. But the added width of my member to the sheath must have just been too much for Elle, as she pushed hard but couldn’t quite get it to slip inside fully, the angled tip helping to get the first inch or so in but the whole thing just bending to spring back out as she pushed down on my hips. “No…” She whined “Nononononono…” then looked to the floor, slouching in shame.

 

My paw found it’s way to the back of her head and I began swirling my furry fingers through her chestnut mane. Then clasping firmly I angled her head to look at me. “Get down.” With my other hand I pointed to the floor. “Now.” Elle did as she was told, giving my rubbery shaft a gentle but solemn stroke before taking a few steps over to the clear spot on the floor that I’d indicated. I span my fingers around. “Other way.” Again, she was obedient and turned to face away from me. “All fours.” I growled, getting up. 

 

It finally clicked, and Elle spread her knees a little more, giving me the perfect view of her moist snatch. I sighed in approval, kneeling down behind her to guide my throbbing cock towards it’s target. I teased her entrance, pushing the tip in and gently grinding up and down against her lips. “Please, please Dizzy.”

 

“Elle?” 

 

“Y-yeah?”

 

“I’m about to push really hard. You need to tell me to stop if it’s too much. And you’ll need to be convincing.” I ran a claw down her back, making the Cow shiver from the sensation.

 

“Please…” I couldn’t hold back any longer. Adjusting my stance, and grabbing her hips tightly I thrust.

 

I couldn’t imagine what Elle was feeling as I rammed my artificially thickened tool in to the hilt. For me the pressure was intense. I could feel some movement along my shaft, but it felt more like when I would already be hilted within my partner and their muscles clenched sequentially along my member. As I got about halfway in - past the shaft’s bulge - it felt like her pussy was trying to pull me deeper. Regardless, as I slammed into her, we both lost our breath, my eyes sparkling from the sensation.

 

“Elle?” Silence, though I could see her hands balled into tightly clasped fists. “Elle, sweetie, talk to me…”

 

“B… Big…” She moaned, still not having taken her breath. “Big.”

 

I leaned forward, my claws grazing up her sides as I moved my top half, but kept the bottom as still as possible. She shivered again, more violently this time. My breath fell on her neck as I growled “Elle, sweetheart, this is nothing. You’ll feel how big I am when I start fucking you. Then you’ll feel how big my load is when I cum inside that beautifully tight cunt of yours. And you’re gonna feel how big and full your womb gets when I continue filling you like a firehose. Is that what you want?”

 

For emphasis I gently squeezed one of the faux balls. The tiny squirt of cum lube against her insides was enough to send her over the edge. At first I thought she was trying to pull herself off of me, the spasms were so strong. But when I heard a stuttered “K-k-keep it-t-t i-i-i-nnnnn…” I wrapped my arms around her hips and pushed hard. “FUCK!” Her panting slowed as did her spasms, and eventually Elle had ridden through her first orgasm of the day.

 

We waited a good long minute for her body to stop it’s twitching, a minute also spent allowing her body to acclimatise to the girth of my member and her breathing returning to a more normal pace. She turned to look up at me - eyes glistening with need - and I knew it was time to start again. Slowly I pulled my member out of her aching passage, the sensation of the well modelled veins sliding and gripping against her own inner imperfections causing her to elicit the occasional gasp. I revelled in her noises, each exquisite inch of my bear cock causing her intense pleasure with a gentle pang of pain on the side.

 

Withdrawing to the tip, Elle’s pussy pushed the tapered end out, leaving a gaping, throbbing hole in its stead. She turned to glare at me, pleading with her teary eyes and half-heard whimpers. I didn’t leave her waiting long. Clenching my claws against her hips caused Elle’s head to lull, shoulders slumping as the rubbery nubs assaulted her thighs. Having gotten a grip of her, I pushed forwards slowly. Relentlessly. As every bump and ridge of the faux phallus had gripped and pulled at the Cow’s insides while exiting, they did so too while returning to her depths causing the occasional stuttered thrust. “D-Dizzzzz…” She moaned.

 

When I felt the peak bulge of the shaft pass Elle’s lips, I thrust hard, shoving the remaining few inches into her hard and fast. We both grunted in bliss at my haste to fill Elle’s passage, though hers devolved into a needy groan while mine ended with my heavy breath. I withdrew again, allowing the tip to rest just barely at her quivering entrance before sliding back in, the last few inches roughly rammed home. Each time I felt her knees buckle from my girthy assault, and it took a fair amount of my own balance just holding her upright.

 

Having Elle practically climax with every hard thrust was having a toll on my own libido, I knew I’d have to bring things to a close soon. I cleared my throat to get her attention before running both sets of claws down her back. “Enough foreplay, it’s high time I fuck you properly.”

 

“F-Foreplay?” Huffed Elle, her legs weak from the pounding she’d already received.

 

Thanks to the thick silicone walls of my new phallus, I had been spared the intense sensation of skin-on-skin action; though it had come at a cost. I could feel an ache that began at my balls and spread into the base of my shaft. It was familiar from those times I’d edged myself over and over again until I was borderline unable to climax due to a combination of numbness and pain. And given the lack of rest my downstairs had gotten over the last day or so, it was getting closer and closer to that line.

 

But in that moment, I knew I was on the good side of the fence, though only barely. One paw slid up her back, grasping the chestnut mane, wrapping fingers through it once more to get  decent grip.I took a deep breath and began pistoning into the Cow with every ounce of energy I had left. She yelped as I slammed my full length into her in one firm push. Her jiggly arse rippled from the impact, sending a wave of motion up her body, causing my cock to jump inside her at the sheer eroticism of it. On my return stroke I yanked her messy mane with one paw - the other required on her hips to keep me steady - and groaned “Moo for me, cow.”

 

“Moo?” She hesitated. I slammed myself in a little harder, increasing the pressure in my grip as a sign of displeasure. “Moo-ooo?” It was pitiful at best, and I wanted more. 

 

I pulled out and began hotdogging her sizeable arse. Each thrust forward pressed against the base of the buttplug that her cow tail extended from, causing her to writhe uncomfortably. “All this hot, fertile bear cum is going across your back unless I feel you MEAN IT!” I growled before slipping my cock between her glistening folds and thrusting hard.

 

“MMMOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!” Elle all but screamed, her climax smashing down upon her as I reminded her of the stakes. Despite her tight grip, I yanked my cock free only to slam it inside her over and over, her muscles unable to grip me well enough in their spasming state to keep me inside. 

 

That was, until I felt my own orgasm surge forth. I hilted myself within the Cow’s hot cunt, grabbed her hips with both hands and fired a thick load of my cum deep inside her. I’m not sure what part of me was still thinking at this stage, but I had to thank it as my hands found a mind of their own and slid down Elle’s thighs. In my last push the weighty lube-filled balls had swung between her legs and were ever-so-slightly wedged there. Gripping tightly, I squashed her legs together.

 

The volume of the eruption within Elle’s pussy surprised even myself. I gasped as I immediately felt a kind of back-pressure build ahead of my member. Elle on the other hand moaned lustily, her muscles clamping down on my turgid member, rippling inward as they attempted to milk me for every spurt I had. I didn’t disappoint. Again I squeezed Elle’s thighs together, eliciting another moan and a jolt of cum straight into her deepest depths.

 

“You feel that, my sexy little breeder?” I growled, pulling her legs apart so I could grab the balls myself, giving them another hefty squeeze to further empty their warm contents into the Cow on her hands and knees before me. She mooed, barely audible and nodding slightly. “Feel all that bear cum working it’s way toward your eggs?” I squeezed again, this time in synch with my own jet of cum. “Fuuuuck… you’re a good little Cow.” 

 

“Dizzy…” Elle mooed again as I leaned in nice and close, my breath falling on her neck. “Dizzy… you… you came in me…”

 

“No Elle…” I growled, more animalistically this time. She whimpered, a little confused until I explained myself. “That was not me cumming in you. That was me flooding you.” My words had the desired effect, I could feel her inner muscles clench again, wringing my cock of what little spuk was left. “I didn’t cum in you, I filled you. I filled you Elle, just like you wanted. No condom, no birth control. I fffff-filled you with my seed…  to the brim.”

 

Elle’s shuddering caused me to fire another couple spurts of my own jizz into the roiling mass of lube inside her. Having squeezed every last drop from the faux balls, I began dragging my claws across her midsection - starting at her bellybutton and working around to her lower back before pushing up and under her shirt.

 

But as I started to pull out Elle seemed to panic, scrambling forward with her hand pressed hard against her crotch. She got up and made a beeline for the bedroom. I was understandably worried, standing to follow before calling out “Elle, Elle are you okay?” 

 

There was a scramble for something in the room, but her response was reasonably quick “It’s- no, I’m fine.”

 

“Are you su-”

 

“Fine, really. Sorry. I… I just…”

 

Maybe what I’d said was a bit much? Or maybe things got a bit too out of hand? “Did I take it too far? I’m sorry if-”

 

The door cracked open to reveal a flushed Dani, her eyes still blacked out like panda eyes from the makeup required to blend her face with the mask. “No, it was… perfect.” She grinned sheepishly. “I just… need to take care of something. It… it might be a while.” She gestured to a towel near the table. Feel free to clean up and head back to your room if you like. It… may, uh…”

 

“Take a while.” I chuckled. “It’s okay Dani. This was…” I tried to find the right words, as I could tell she was waiting to hear my opinion “way more fun than I was expecting!” I blurted. Dani seemed to approve, an embarrassed smile beaming at me before she waved and closed the door. 

 

“See you later, bear.”

 

I walked as quietly as possible to her bedroom door before growling as loudly as my haggard self could muster “And you too, my good little breeder…” 

 

I could hear a muffled “Oh fuck…” from somewhere within as I toweled mysef off, the material soaked with a combination of cum and lube. I then took a deep breath and took a big risk; I opened the door a crack and hung the damp towel over the handle on the other side before gently closing it with a click. “Oh, oh fuck…”

 

A couple minutes of checking to make sure I was zipped up and appropriately mess-free down there and I made my way back to my hotel room. Stepping inside I was met with the raised eyebrow of one Clara. I slowly stepped inside, closing the door behind me with one paw remaining on the knob. I’m not sure why I’d need to make a quick exit, but for some reason my brain thought it necessary.

 

“So?” She asked, gesturing at the note on the kitchen bench with the mug of tea grasped firmly in one hand.

 

“So?” I replied with an air of false innocence.

 

“Where have you been?”

 

I tried to think of something witty, but it failed. I guess the blood was still elsewhere. “Gotta be up early to milk the cows.” Clara’s brow furrowed in pure confusion. I sighed. “Got you a present yesterday, but couldn’t pick it up until this morning.”

 

That got her attention. She put the mug down and tried to angle herself to see if I was hiding something behind my back. “Well, what is it?”

 

“Are the kids up?” I asked, concerned my answer could be problematic to her other - younger - aspects. 

 

“Not this early.” She chuckled, blinking hard in an attempt to wake up herself.

 

I slowly removed the paw on the knob from behind me, showing her a whole lot of nothing. Clara looked even more confused. “Later.” I grinned, moving to walk past.

 

She stuck an arm out, pulling me towards her “Aww, but-” I allowed my body to alter course, pushing up against her, the thick phallus locked behind the suit’s zipper pressing hard against her belly, causing her words to falter as I pinned her to the kitchen bench.

 

I ran a set of rubber claws through her hair, tugging ever so gently so as to angle her head to one side. Then leaning down I growled into her neck “Later.”

 

“Later…” She repeated. “Later is gooooood…”