CAPTAIN KIRO

INITIAL SCENE
Creeping forward, flamethrower drawn, you close in on the pained sounds, only the closer you get
the more they sound like pleased moans instead. The voice creating the racket is unmistakably
female, and up close at the doorway, you’re sure that it sounds both pleasured AND pained. What is
going on in there? You peek around the doorway and gasp at what lies beyond... The room looks to
have once been a rec room in its early days, but the pool tables, holoprojectors and couches have all
been shoved up into the corners in a pile. A massive mechanical device dominates the emptied
space, hanging from the ceiling. Dozens of cables and pipes shroud its central workings from view.
Perched atop it, a vidscreen and a pair of holoprojectors flicker on and off, sometimes displaying
little more than fuzzes of static. Other times they display intensely erotic ultraporn, the kind of stuff
you need sixteen licenses to produce. The bottom portions of the device are obscured by something
else entirely, the real thing that made you gasp: giant, furry balls. Perched atop them is a naked
feminine form, legs splayed so that they’re sunk partway into the surprisingly squishy sack. Her
whole body is stacked on top of her tremendous nuts, and she’s gasping and thrashing and crying all
at once. It’s no wonder she put out a distress call; she’s completely immobilized by those massive
cum-tanks, weighing her down like an old-time anchor. You can actually hear the stuff slosh around
inside them whenever her struggles become particularly violent. Her immense, fluffy, racoon-like
tail is bouncing up and down behind her as she struggles. Two-tone brown fur sheaths her entire
body from head to toe, and a darker, rich-chocolate mass of hair tangles around her sweating brow
and neck. She’s clearly some kind of racoon- or tanuki-girl. The gasp you made upon entry was
enough to draw the animal-girl’s attention, and she twists to look at you, desperation in her eyes.
Her breasts jiggle in her new pose, naked to your roving eyes and capped with nipples a chocolate
so dark that they’re almost black. Voice breaking, she begs, “Help me cum, please! My milker’s
broken and I’m so pent up! I can’t cum without it or a nice, tight cunt! Ohgod, please, I need a
cunt!” Her wails become almost feverish, and she thrashes, enabling you to see something
massively swollen between her legs slipping partway out of the defunct machine. It’s the color of
dark-cherry and covered in angry veins with a positively equine sheath at its base. This tanuki is
packing some serious horse-meat! “D-don’t just stand there, fuck me or something! This is-
unnnnghmmm... It’s- ooohhh gods... life or death!” she cries as she bends over her mechanized
lover and reaches back, spreading her well-rounded cheeks to expose her dark-lipped pussy and
darker anal star. “P-please, if I cum the swelling will go down!” Her eyes desperately implore you
to help her get off. How do you try to set her off?

VAG FUCK
Shuddering at the sight of all that pent-up seed, you can’t help but think that the best way to empty
it out would be inside you. The image of it painted over your inner walls and absolutely bathing
your womb in its creamy delights has you feeling hot and flushed in all the right places. Your bestial
cock stiffens even though it won’t be getting to have any fun, but you stroke it all the same as you
take in the scene. You cast a lusty look towards the tanuki and tell her, “Pull out of that fake pussy.
I’ve got something for you right here.” You drop your gear and bend over to show her just what
you’re talking about, grabbing your cunt with both hands and spreading it wide, showing off the
juicy, slick interior to the nearly-insensate tanuki-woman. “R-really?” the half-crazed
hermaphrodite pants, “I c-can put inside you? I can use you like a little cum-bloated cocksleeve
until my balls are empty and you’re waddling around full of jizz?” She bites her lip, grabs her
nipple and gasps, violently lurching her hips forward, slamming them into the entrance of the fake
pussy with aroused desperation. She jackhammers it a few times before exhaustion overwhelms her,
forcing her to give up with a mewl of disappointment. “Please, do it!” She roughly yanks back,
revealing a glistening fuckpole at least a foot and a half long, pulsating so violently that it visibly
throbs in place. Its big, flat flare is stretched wide like it’s about to cum, and a steady stream of pre-
cum is just rolling out of the distended cum-slit. Locking your eyes on that pillar of bitch-breaking
fuckmeat like it’s the most important thing in the room (and to you, it is), you grab hold of the girl’s
feet and lurch, dragging yourself up across the soft, squishy ballsack with more than a little effort.
Cum sputters out of her tip along with lascivious groans whenever the whole of your bodyweight
falls against the trembling sperm-spheres, some even falling on your red hair as you manage to pull
yourself up between her legs. This close, you can’t help but breathe in her unmistakably animalistic
musk. The heady pheromones tickle your nose as you take them in and pump right down to your
pussy until you feel unmistakably wet with need, your face pressed against the skin of her lube-slick
cock so hard that it compresses your nose. You give it a long shuddering lick, before you remember
your promise. You’re going to let this beast-girl cum inside you. The horse-dicked hermaphrodite is
too turned on to take action other than stroking herself during that time period, and she’s even
groping at her own tit. The soft pads that line her fingertips squeeze down on a chocolate nipple as
it’s twisted, tugged, and pulled with reckless abandon. The room is rich with the aroma of her need,
and your own feminine fuck-scent mixes with it into a soupy sexual haze. Both panting now, you
lock eyes with each other and smile. The tanuki mentions via stuttering groan, “The l-lube is
elasticizing. So, don’t worry about the size. It’ll fit.” Her balls quake under you, nearly tossing you
from your perch. Clearly she’s imagining what’s about to happen. You smile to yourself. Her
imagination has no idea how good you’re going to make that bloated horse-dick of hers feel.
Placing your hands on her shoulders, you pull yourself up onto just your feet, balancing yourself as
you straddle her splayed legs and align yourself with the pre-spouting pecker. You lower slowly, as
her head is at least three or four inches across thanks to its flare, feeling the hot kiss of her efflux as
you come within a hairsbreadth of touching her spasming flesh. The slick pre soaks your virgin
honeypot with a clear coat of sopping-wet lust before your own dripping passion causes it to drizzle
out onto the tanuki-woman’s increasingly slippery nutsack. You decide that you can hold out no
longer. Relaxing your legs, you let her flare smash into your juiced-up gates, spreading them slowly
as the rock-hard pillar of cock presses against them, flat with just enough of a curve to make you
spread out wider and wider. Whatever chemical lubricant she was using seems to be working, as the
wider you go, the better it feels, and there’s not the slightest hint of pain. Once you’re wide enough
that you can feel your labia slipping around either side of the blunt tip, you throw back your head in
a moan of passion. Her pre-cum is bubbling straight into your passage now. Your hymen is torn,
robbing you of your vaginal virginity. Your pussy is a little more used to insertions. “Ohhhh yesss,”
the raccoon-girl gasps, “You’re going to make me cum so hard. I can feel it.” She kisses you
without warning, her pouty lower lip slipping over your own in advance of her probing tongue. It
finds your own and begins to tangle with it, distracting you from your pace until your muscles relax
and your body slides three inches down that turgid fuckpole all at once. You moan and aggressively
kiss her back, not even trying to control your descent anymore. It feels too good, and you’re too
horny to try to master yourself any longer. You’re going to let yourself be fucked as fast as your
soaking-wet snatch and gravity will allow, stretching out to handle the huge insertion as you go, her
pulsating head bathing your reproductive organs in a slippery-warm soup of tanuki love. Goddamn,
she’s huge. Your pussy is filled so beautifully that you have to wonder if this is what you were
meant to be: an organic, dick-draining cock-wrapper. A sudden change in thickness arrests your
slow slide down for a moment until it pops past your clinging lips and follows the flare through
your canal, stroking over-sensitive nerve bundles along every fold of your cunt. You whimper and
arch your back, feeling it stretch the whole of your body. Her cock is outlined in stark relief on the
skin of your midriff. That cock is just wrecking your pussy. It’s so fucking huge and hot and wet
that you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to settle for anything less again. Gushes of girlish-cream
splatter out from your nether-lips, and you resume your steady slide downward. You’re sure you can
feel your internal organs shifting to make room, bent out of the way in proper deference to this
powerful, masculine organ. You whimper, biting your lip and letting your arms go limp. Your brain
feels like it’s shutting down, and you lack the will to make your muscles do anything at this point.
You’re just limply sliding down, accepting more and more of the tanuki-woman’s tremendous,
towering erection into your taut folds. She’s so big and firm that even with you laying back, limp, it
holds you in place, supporting you in a way that your muscles and skeleton have failed to do.
There’s a palpable sense of fullness, a stretching in your middle, and you’re not even all the way
down yet. From how high up you are, you guess you’ve only handled about three quarters of that
beast-cock, but it feels so big inside you that you could swear you should have had it all by now.
How much more prick can one woman’s crotch hold? Her arms wrap around your chest in a
remarkably comforting motion, the soft, padded tips of her fingers pressing down on your nipples
with gentle squeezes. Her hips lurch upward, and you cry out from rapturous pleasure. Your body is
so full, so stuffed with cock, that it should hurt. Your pink gash should be crying out in protest, but
all it’s doing is dripping nonstop. Touching down, your legs make contact with the tanuki herm’s
gloriously soft thighs, her silky fur sliding sensuously across your pale skin as you settle down atop
that pillar of perfect fuckmeat, letting the folds of her sheath bunch up on your outer lips. The two
sets of soaked, sensitive crotch-flesh slip and slide all over one another like two sloppy-wet pussies
tribbing against each other. Your animalistic shaft spews out a little pre-cum, and the lusty herm
grabs hold to squeeze the drippy tip affectionately. You’re panting and cooing with delight while
your body lamely twists upon the impaling phallus. Your whole world, much like yourself, is
wrapped completely around that cock. “Mmmm, my savior,” the ludicrously endowed woman purrs
into your ear a moment before she shifts her weight, setting you both bouncing upon her over-
inflated sack. She gently drags you up her cock, every rigid vein and pulsing bulge felt in stark
relief on the inside of your pussy. Then, in a moment of exquisite friction and fullness, you both
bounce down, bodies locking together once more just in time for a healthy blast of sperm to launch
into your womb with cervix-shattering force. Your six pack bulges bigger from the weight of the
deposit. It actually jiggles and sloshes ponderously on the next bounce, forcing bigger, fatter cum-
shots directly inside you, and each time, your swollen sperm-paunch gets bigger and bigger. This
erotic, sensuously exotic fuck is setting your nerves off like overloaded circuit-breakers. They’re
flipping from pleasure to mind-crushing orgasm in rapid succession, causing you to arch yourself
back against your soft-furred lover’s cushy boobs and howl in delight, your body quaking. She
holds you tight through it all, squeezing cumshots that would be considered large to a normal
person into you again and again... and again. You whimper when you become so full that her
ejaculations are causing spermy backblasts to bathe her ball sack with a spreading puddle of white.
Your canine cock, lucky enough to be held by your lover’s pre-slickened palm, explodes, spouting
white cum so forcefully that it splatters against a wall. The successive shotgun-like blasts of seed
fall a bit lower but still succeed in making a mess. Seeing this, she strokes you in between
fountainous jets of her own, letting some of your alabaster love cover her hand. You’re milking her
inside of you as she milks you, and it feels so damned good. Bounce-fucking your way through
your orgasm, you feel parts of your mind shutting down one after another, but you don’t mind. It
makes it that much easier to focus on how good your pink vagina feels. The way your folds stretch
and give, the way her hot, passionate gushes roll around inside you before blasting back out into the
growing pool on the floor - these things keep every neuron busy and pleasurably pulsating. You
don’t even see anything anymore, though whether your eyes have closed or your mind has simply
momentarily forgotten how to process visual cues, you don’t know. Paw-like hands squeeze and
grope your tits enthusiastically to add another sensation to the symphony of ecstasy. They roll your
nipples and sometimes tug, rocking every single erogenous zone they can get at. Loving little nips
bite at your neck, not hard enough to break your skin, but enough to be felt digging in, possessively
clamping down near your neck. Locked together like that, you serve as the tanuki-woman’s willing
cum-sleeve, milking pressurized waves of spunk from her until you feel warmth wrapping your feet,
legs and eventually narrow hips. You’re slowly sinking down into a puddle of spent cum, the very
same alabaster cream that was pumped into your twat only to be sprayed back out later. It’s getting
so high, and you can actually feel your feet touching the ground! The raccoon-like space-woman
grabs you tighter, more fiercely as her super-long orgasm continues. She’s obviously touched down
as well, because she’s slapping her hips against yours, fucking your cum-buried pussy with steady,
machine-like motions. She’s working your poor, sodden box with consummate skill, and as she
piledrives it harder and faster, the ridiculously potent orgasm you’ve been riding for the past few
minutes - or has it been hours - intensifies again. Her huge balls are sloshing through the lake,
swaying back and forth as they empty the last of their ultra-virile load straight into your receptive
snatch. The jizz crests past your belly, almost to your hand-filling breasts. Eventually, the cum
stops, but your lover’s aggressive fucking doesn’t slow for a few minutes. She’s growling and
grunting with each bone-jarring hilting, smashing her cum-soaked sheath against you again and
again with furious strikes. She’s almost feral in the way that she spends her lust on your form.
Thankfully, she does eventually wear out, giving you a small burst of cum as she rams herself home
one last time. Her tongue lolls out, and she groans in satisfaction, “Ohhhhh, thank you, babe. You’re
wonderful.” Gently, she dips lower into the spunky lake of her own making, letting her softening
shaft ooze out of your spunk-soaked channel. Tremors of bliss explode out with the passage of each
vein, and when the swollen head emerges, a torrent of lady-spunk and stored-up tanuki goo pours
out into the waiting jizz bath. “Damn, now that’s a rescue,” the tanuki-woman says with an
exhausted smile. A nun opens the door, diving through the tidal wive of sperm as it rolls out, sealing
the portal behind herself. She pants breathily, “Sorry... I got here... as soon... as I could.” Her onyx
ringlets shine in the artificial light as she throws herself face down into the swimming pool’s worth
of spunk. You shake your head and look again, but there’s nothing there when you take a second
look. Maybe you just need a nap.

ASS FILLED
Shuddering at the sight of all that pent-up seed, you can’t help but think that the best way to empty
it out would be inside you. The image of it painted over your asshole and filling your insides in its
creamy delights has you feeling hot and flushed in all the right places. Your cock stiffens even
though it won’t be getting to have any fun, but you stroke it all the same as you take in the scene.
You cast a lusty look towards the tanuki and tell her, “Pull out of that fake pussy. I’ve got something
for you right here.” You drop your gear and bend over to show her just what you’re talking about,
grabbing your narrow ass with both hands and spreading it wide, showing off the deep interior to
the nearly-insensate tanuki-woman. “R-really?” the half-crazed hermaphrodite pants, “I c-can put
inside you? I can use you like a little cum-bloated cocksleeve until my balls are empty and you’re
waddling around full of jizz?” She bites her lip, grabs her nipple and gasps, violently lurching her
hips forward, slamming them into the entrance of the fake pussy with aroused desperation. She
jackhammers it a few times before exhaustion overwhelms her, forcing her to give up with a mewl
of disappointment. “Please, do it!” She roughly yanks back, revealing a glistening fuckpole at least
a foot and a half long, pulsating so violently that it visibly throbs in place. Its big, flat flare is
stretched wide like it’s about to cum, and a steady stream of pre-cum is just rolling out of the
distended cum-slit. Locking your eyes on that pillar of butt-breaking fuckmeat like it’s the most
important thing in the room (and to you, it is), you grab hold of the girl’s feet and lurch, dragging
yourself up across the soft, squishy ballsack with more than a little effort. Cum sputters out of her
tip along with lascivious groans whenever the whole of your bodyweight falls against the trembling
sperm-spheres, some even falling on your hair as you manage to pull yourself up between her legs.
This close, you can’t help but breathe in her unmistakably animalistic musk. The heady pheromones
tickle your nose as you take them in and pump right down to your narrow butthole until you feel
unmistakably wet with need, your face pressed against the skin of her lube-slick cock so hard that it
compresses your nose. You give it a long shuddering lick, before you remember your promise.
You’re going to let this beast-girl cum inside you. The horse-dicked hermaphrodite is too turned on
to take action other than stroking herself during that time period, and she’s even groping at her own
tit. The soft pads that line her fingertips squeeze down on a chocolate nipple as it’s twisted, tugged,
and pulled with reckless abandon. The room is rich with the aroma of her need, your senses
swimming in a scent of the sexual haze. Both panting now, you lock eyes with each other and smile.
The tanuki mentions via stuttering groan, “The l-lube is elasticizing. So, don’t worry about the size.
It’ll fit.” Her balls quake under you, nearly tossing you from your perch. Clearly she’s imagining
what’s about to happen. You smile to yourself. Her imagination has no idea how good you’re going
to make that bloated horse-dick of hers feel. Placing your hands on her shoulders, you pull yourself
up onto just your feet, balancing yourself as you straddle her splayed legs and align yourself with
the pre-spouting pecker. You lower slowly, as her head is at least three or four inches across thanks
to its flare, feeling the hot kiss of her efflux as you come within a hairsbreadth of touching her
spasming flesh. The slick pre soaks your butthole with a clear coat of sopping-wet lust before
drizzling out onto the tanuki-woman’s increasingly slippery nutsack. You decide that you can hold
out no longer. Relaxing your legs, you let her flare smash into your slicked sphincter, spreading it
slowly as the rock-hard pillar of cock presses against it, flat with just enough of a curve to make you
spread out wider and wider. Whatever chemical lubricant she was using seems to be working, as the
wider you go, the better it feels, and there’s not the slightest hint of pain. Once you’re wide enough
that you can feel your anus enveloping the circumference of the blunt tip, you throw back your head
in a moan of passion. Her pre-cum is bubbling straight into your passage now. Your backdoor is a
little more used to insertions. “Ohhhh yesss,” the raccoon-girl gasps, “You’re going to make me
cum so hard. I can feel it.” She kisses you without warning, her pouty lower lip slipping over your
own in advance of her probing tongue. It finds your own and begins to tangle with it, distracting
you from your pace until your muscles relax and your body slides three inches down that turgid
fuckpole all at once. You moan and aggressively kiss her back, not even trying to control your
descent anymore. It feels too good, and you’re too horny to try to master yourself any longer.
You’re going to let yourself be fucked as fast as your greedy anus and gravity will allow, stretching
out to handle the huge insertion as you go, her pulsating head bathing your backdoor in a slippery-
warm soup of tanuki love. Goddamn, she’s huge. Your supple butthole is filled so beautifully that
you have to wonder if this is what you were meant to be: an organic, dick-draining cock-wrapper. A
sudden change in thickness arrests your slow slide down for a moment until it pops past your rectal
ring and follows the flare through your canal, stroking over-sensitive nerve bundles along the walls
of your anus. You whimper and arch your back, feeling it stretch the whole of your body. Her cock
is outlined in stark relief on the pale skin of your belly. That cock is just wrecking your asshole. It’s
so fucking huge and hot and wet that you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to settle for anything less
again. You resume your steady slide downward. You’re sure you can feel your internal organs
shifting to make room, bent out of the way in proper deference to this powerful, masculine organ.
You whimper, biting your lip and letting your arms go limp. Your brain feels like it’s shutting down,
and you lack the will to make your muscles do anything at this point. You’re just limply sliding
down, accepting more and more of the tanuki-woman’s tremendous, towering erection into your
rear end. She’s so big and firm that even with you laying back, limp, it holds you in place,
supporting you in a way that your muscles and skeleton have failed to do. There’s a palpable sense
of fullness, a stretching in your middle, and you’re not even all the way down yet. From how high
up you are, you guess you’ve only handled about three quarters of that beast-cock, but it feels so big
inside you that you could swear you should have had it all by now. How much more prick can one
woman’s crotch hold? Her arms wrap around your chest in a remarkably comforting motion, the
soft, padded tips of her fingers pressing down on your striking nipples with gentle squeezes. Her
hips lurch upward, and you cry out from rapturous pleasure. Your body is so full, so stuffed with
cock, that it should hurt. Your anus should be crying out in protest, but instead, it’s vigorously
pulsing with need! Touching down, your legs make contact with the tanuki herm’s gloriously soft
thighs, her silky fur sliding sensuously across your skin as you settle down atop that pillar of perfect
fuckmeat, letting the folds of her sheath bunch up around your butthole. The soaked and sensitive
organs slip and slide all over one another like two sloppy-wet pussies tribbing against each other.
Your impressive, pointed prick spews out a little pre-cum, and the lusty herm grabs hold to squeeze
the drippy tip affectionately. You’re panting and cooing with delight while your body lamely twists
upon the impaling phallus. Your whole world, much like yourself, is wrapped completely around
that cock. “Mmmm, my savior,” the ludicrously endowed woman purrs into your ear a moment
before she shifts her weight, setting you both bouncing upon her over-inflated sack. She gently
drags you up her cock, every rigid vein and pulsing bulge felt in stark relief on the inside of your
tailhole. Then, in a moment of exquisite friction and fullness, you both bounce down, bodies
locking together once more just in time for a healthy blast of sperm to launch into your insides with
earth-shattering force. Your middle bulges bigger from the weight of the deposit. It actually jiggles
and sloshes ponderously on the next bounce, forcing bigger, fatter cum-shots directly inside you,
and each time, your swollen sperm-paunch gets bigger and bigger. This erotic, sensuously exotic
fuck is setting your nerves off like overloaded circuit-breakers. They’re flipping from pleasure to
mind-crushing orgasm in rapid succession, causing you to arch yourself back against your soft-
furred lover’s cushy boobs and howl in delight, your body quaking. She holds you tight through it
all, squeezing cumshots that would be considered large to a normal person into you again and
again... and again. You whimper when you become so full that her ejaculations are causing spermy
backblasts to bathe her ball sack with a spreading puddle of white. Your mastiff-sized beast-cock,
lucky enough to be held by your lover’s pre-slickened palm, explodes, spouting cum so forcefully
that it splatters against a wall. The successive shotgun-like blasts of seed fall a bit lower but still
succeed in making a mess. Seeing this, she strokes you in between fountainous jets of her own,
letting some of your alabaster love cover her hand. You’re milking her inside of you as she milks
you, and it feels so damned good. Bounce-fucking your way through your orgasm, you feel parts of
your mind shutting down one after another, but you don’t mind. It makes it that much easier to
focus on how good your tailhole feels. The way your anal muscles stretch and give, the way her hot,
passionate gushes roll around inside you before blasting back out into the growing pool on the floor
- these things keep every neuron busy and pleasurably pulsating. You don’t even see anything
anymore, though whether your eyes have closed or your mind has simply momentarily forgotten
how to process visual cues, you don’t know. Paw-like hands squeeze and grope your tits
enthusiastically to add another sensation to the symphony of ecstasy. They roll your nipples and
sometimes tug, rocking every single erogenous zone they can get at. Loving little nips bite at your
neck, not hard enough to break your skin, but enough to be felt digging in, possessively clamping
down near your neck. Locked together like that, you serve as the tanuki-woman’s willing cum-
sleeve, milking pressurized waves of spunk from her until you feel warmth wrapping your feet, legs
and eventually slim hips. You’re slowly sinking down into a puddle of spent cum, the very same
alabaster cream that was pumped into your ass only to be sprayed back out later. It’s getting so high,
and you can actually feel your feet touching the ground! The raccoon-like space-woman grabs you
tighter, more fiercely as her super-long orgasm continues. She’s obviously touched down as well,
because she’s slapping her hips against yours, fucking your cum-buried asshole with steady,
machine-like motions. She’s working your poor orifice with consummate skill, and as she piledrives
it harder and faster, the ridiculously potent orgasm you’ve been riding for the past few minutes - or
has it been hours - intensifies again. Her huge balls are sloshing through the lake, swaying back and
forth as they empty the last of their ultra-virile load straight into your receptive rectum. The jizz
crests past your belly, almost to your supple breasts. Eventually, the cum stops, but your lover’s
aggressive fucking doesn’t slow for a few minutes. She’s growling and grunting with each bone-
jarring hilting, smashing her cum-soaked sheath against you again and again with furious strikes.
She’s almost feral in the way that she spends her lust on your form. Thankfully, she does eventually
wear out, giving you a small burst of cum as she rams herself home one last time. Her tongue lolls
out, and she groans in satisfaction, “Ohhhhh, thank you, babe. You’re wonderful.” Gently, she dips
lower into the spunky lake of her own making, letting her softening shaft ooze out of your spunk-
soaked channel. Tremors of bliss explode out with the passage of each vein, and when the swollen
head emerges, a torrent of stored-up tanuki goo pours out into the waiting jizz bath. “Damn, now
that’s a rescue,” the tanuki-woman says with an exhausted smile. A nun opens the door, diving
through the tidal wive of sperm as it rolls out, sealing the portal behind herself. She pants breathily,
“Sorry... I got here... as soon... as I could.” Her onyx ringlets shine in the artificial light as she
throws herself face down into the swimming pool’s worth of spunk. You shake your head and look
again, but there’s nothing there when you take a second look. Maybe you just need a nap.

FUCK HER PUSSY

Smiling at the curvy, animalistic woman riding high on those titanic balls, you can see a perfect,
glittering target up there, between her swollen sack and the curve of her cushy-looking derriere. A
pair of glossy, half-hidden netherlips peek out at you, puffy with lust and parted ever-so-slightly.
Your canine cock practically explodes into full mast, tugging tightly at your plain briefs, almost
painfully, twitching as you take in the sight and smell of a hyper-sexed herm just waiting for a good,
hard dicking. Grabbing a handful of the silky fur that girds her enormous nutsack, you start to pull
yourself up. The experience is a bit surreal, like an odd combination of trying to climb into a work-
beast’s saddle and bouncing on a giant water-bed. Her cum-filled pouch is remarkably soft and
squishy, so much so that whenever you shift your weight, it displaces the flesh elsewhere, forcing
you to cling tight lest you fall off. Luckily, there’s not too far to climb, though each movement
causes the tanuki-like herm to gush white cream into the malfunctioning tube. Looking at you over
her shoulder with a panting, dazed expression painted across her two-toned face, she begs,
“Unnngh, are you gonna let me fuck you? I need something tight to cum in!” You’re finally close
enough to grab hold of her, and you start by placing your hands on her hips, drawing yourself up
until you can pull yourself up to her shoulders. During the slow crawl, you can’t help but brush her
big, bouncing breasts, and a gentle, ‘accidental’ pinch of a nipple finds its way in as well. This only
makes your sex-mad partner all the more enthusiastic in her twisting, shaking gyrations. Lining up
with her shaking hips takes a few moments, but once you slip your bestial member past her well-
rounded cheeks, she stills. The woman asks, “What, you’re gonna fuck my ass? I guess that could
work... my prostate’s super sensitive, and...” You smirk and answer, “Not quite. Just hold still.”
“...in my pussy?” You rock your narrow hips forward, grinding your pointed cock-head against her
sopping-wet lips. Breathing heavy in her ear, you whisper, “Yep!” Damn, she’s tight! Her cunt, for
all its wetness, is vice-like in its tightness, squeezing you so tightly as you push in that you wonder
if you’ll make it at all. The well-endowed raccoon-woman’s body arches, her every muscle locking
as you slowly work your way inside. For a moment, you feel like you catch on something, but a
quick pull and forward stroke has you progressing once more through the squeezing, dripping
tightness of her nethers. Her mouth is moving, opening and closing as she tries to deal with the
sensations you’re forcing her to experience. Whoever this girl is, you don’t think she’s had a proper
fuck in a long time. Suddenly, she finds her voice and mewls, “Y-you took my... you took my
virginity!” Her pussy spasms wildly around your bestial cock in untamed contractions, pouring
lubricants out all over your scrotum. The torturously tight tunnel relaxes after that declaration, and
you plow all the way in to your base at once, relishing her too-warm body heat while basking in the
clutches of her narrow feminine channel. Wait, did she just say she was a virgin? You look at her
face, seeing the moisture catching at the corner of her eye as she shudders in forced pleasure. Her
cock throbs and pulsates, the exposed portion of her sheath stretching to accommodate her sudden
growth. There’s a splattering sound that clearly reaches your ears, even muffled as it is by the
machinery around her. The balls below pulsate, nearly knocking you off your feet with the force of
the spurting cumshot. You feel a little regretful that you so callously took her virginity and begin to
kiss at her neck and gently squeeze her breasts. This may have started as a quick fuck to blow off
some pressure, but you’d like to make this experience as positively memorable as possible. You
apologize, saying, “Sorry, I didn’t know, but I promise, I’ll make this the longest, gentlest, nicest
cum you’ve ever felt. Just try to relax and enjoy it, okay?” Biting her lip, the lust-crazed woman
nods, and the moisture you saw before dries. Her lips slowly quirk into a smile, saying, “Okay. I
suppose my virginity will be hero’s reward enough for you then, my savior.” She pulls her hands
away from the machine she’s started packing full and moves them up to her heaving breasts,
pressing her palms protectively over your own. “I never thought being saved and taken would feel
this good....” You pull back slowly, watching the strange woman’s knees quake as you stroke her
sensitive inner walls with your departing pointed cock-head. It slides nearly the whole way out,
exposing your lube-dripping pole to the air for what feels like forever. You hold it there, enjoying
watching your hyper-endowed lover squirm, and then you thrust with a firm, assertive stroke,
burying yourself wholly inside her. This time, the going is far, far easier. She loosened up a little
while you talked, the shape of her tight cunt molding around the girth of your knotted tool, yielding
to its iron-hard shape with every passing moment. Now, as you pull back for a second stroke, she’s
simply sinfully tight, sensuously caressing every inch of turgid cockmeat that finds its way inside
her. The tanuki-woman’s tail, which until now had kept out of the way, swats affectionately against
your leg as you drill her. Trapped as she is, between a cock and a hard place, she can do naught but
mewl in pleasure, twist her body in contortions of pleasure, and call out her bliss. “Oh by the stars,
right there! Right inside me!” She closes her eyes and moans, “Yesssss! Fuck! Harder!” Below you,
her balls shrink, their mass even now pumping out of her cock in huge spurts, each so voluminous
that it rocks the machine on its moorings, flooding the transparent tubes with white and causing
inactive motors to faintly grind. Needing little encouragement by this point, you hammer away at
your over productive partner’s hips, punching into her with such force that you can feel the liquid
weight shift through her body on its way into the machine. Every piston-hard pump on her backside
causes her trembling balls to shrink a hair smaller, and soon you’re frantically humping away,
pounding her pussy with raw, animalistic breeding desire. Groaning and whimpering in equal
measures, the striped beauty sinks lower, her legs splaying across her shrinking spheres in such a
way that her heels will soon connect with the slippery deck-plates. It is with some difficulty that
you maintain your position behind her; you have to clutch tight to her hips, but you remain upright,
solidly fucking her until she gives up every drop. The sensations are so powerful that you nearly
cum yourself on the spot. You gasp, holding tight to get used to the feeling of having your shaft
completely ensnared in the tanuki’s warm, slick hole. Her body cradles your pulsating boner, not
too shy about squeezing and clenching around it as the nearly perpetually orgasming woman
ejaculates herself dry. First your feet then hers touch down, suddenly on solid ground once more.
Having a sure, stable footing makes it all the easier for you to resume your pace, and you slap
yourself in and out of her hot little hole with rampant, lusty strokes. Your beefy, animalistic shaft is
pulsating, trembling and twitching with need. It doesn’t help that the orgasm-addled woman in front
of you is reaching back to squeeze your tight rump, watching you over her shoulder in between
eyeroll-inducing spasms of pleasure, her tongue sliding back and forth across her lips with sensual
hunger. The lusty maid bubbles, “Mmm, you’re doing so good, hero. Ooohh... OH! Right there!
Keep it up! Fuck me harder, baby!” Her hands squeeze you once more, and then, she pushes hard,
forcing you as deeply into her as possible. She grinds and wiggles back against you, the warmth of
her alien body squishing down against your groin as she twists so that her insides are rolling your
dick around inside of her. The tumescent shaft can barely contain its joy at the pleasure it’s
experiencing, and you feel a subtle heat building in your crotch, the only warning you’re given
about the orgasm you’re about to have. Groaning in sync, neither one of you notices the dripping
spunk pools below, and when you become so enamored by your sexual friction that you both slip,
the fall is as unavoidable as it is unexpected. The big-balled alien’s cock slides out of its
encapsulating sleeve as you hit the ground, slowing her fall just enough that you slip halfway out
before she drops the rest of the way, hilting herself with the ass-jarring impact of her body bouncing
into yours. Her balls have dropped down to the size of beach balls, but she’s still cumming, still
spurting. Now her member is left free and unrestrained to tower above you both, spraying its waves
of alabaster up into a cloud of jism. The droplets sparkle in the artificial light, seeming to hang there
an eternity. Then, they drop down over the both of you in a rain, spattering off the tanuki’s tits,
soaking her squishy thighs and soft fur, even dripping off her hair in long curtains. Grabbing her tits
and moaning, the hermaphrodite plants her feet on either side of you and starts lifting herself up and
down, dragging herself along your dick, her cunt squeezing down so tight that your almost-orgasm
rears its head, thrumming through your cock in scintillating vibrations of ecstasy. Eruptions of cum
pour out of your knotted tool, spraying and spurting into the raccoon-girl’s ready passage, bathing it
with your liquid warmth while she wastes hers in a floor-flooding downpour.. Locked together, you
lie in bliss until every drop has been wrung from your dog-cock and the heavy, room-filling spheres
that the herm once had have shrunken down to the size of apples. Of course, by that point you’re
both soaked with the musky stuff, but the dopey, satiated smiles painted on both your faces make it
easy to ignore. “Damn, now that’s a rescue,” the tanuki-woman says with an exhausted smile.
After: A little while later, the big-tailed, big-balled, big-cocked... big-everything girl is leaning
against the wall, completely ignoring the salty musk that’s coating her nearly from head to toe. She
gives you a measuring glance. Her reddish-brown eyes are wide and searching, taking in every
detail of her rescuer before returning to your face. Suckling some of her excess from a fingertip, she
smacks her lips and nods her head in your direction thankfully. “I couldn’t have done it without you,
kid. Thanks.” She cleans another finger, licking down to her palm while she gathers her thoughts.
“The name’s Kiro Tamahime; you might have heard of me.” You cock your head to the side. “You
haven’t? Shit, I thought I was at least making the news,” she says, stomping a padded foot in
irritation. “What’s your name, angel?” You introduce yourself to the tanuki pirate, but you can’t
help glancing down at her naked, sperm-coated breasts, dripping cock, and still-large balls. Kiro
smiles warmly at you, and her stallion-sized dick twitches slightly. “Mm, that’s a nice name. I’d
love to fuck a few more times, but I’ve got a run to finish up before the buyer changes his mind,”
she explains with a wink. “I’ll catch you later, gorgeous.” Whoah, whoah. If she’s a famous space
pirate, she can surely afford some kind of reward for your efforts, right? You put your hands on your
hips and ask. “Sounds about as fair as anything else out here in the void. Computer, wire two
thousand credits here over to the woman’s account,” Kiro boldly answers. The computer beeps and
buzzes, chiming in a moment later to say, “Credit transfer completed.” The tanuki-woman turns
away, big tail waving, and waves, giving a sly smile over her shoulder as she bids you farewell. “If
we cross paths again, I’d love to spend some time with you. Don’t be a stranger.” A doorway hisses
closed behind her, and one after another, the other doors in the ship slam shut, all except the ones
leading back toward your ship. Well, you earned some points with a pirate and turned a tidy little
profit. Not a bad payout for a good samaritan.
BAR
Relief BJ
Smiling devilishly, a plan forms in your mind. It’s time this poor kui-tan got the relief she obviously
needs. Girls like her really shouldn’t go so long without a proper ball-draining. How will she focus
on surviving all the dangerous encounters in the frontier if she’s dragging two melons behind her
full of distracting, potent need? If she’s not going to take care of herself, it’s up to you to do it for
her. With a mischievous smirk, you shimmy down low in your seat, pouring yourself under the table
with as much liquid grace as you can manage. The only thing between you and your target is the
table’s central support and a layer or two of clothing. You easily circle past the former in order to
deal with the latter, grabbing hold of a handy seam and tugging. Kiro’s watermelon-sized balls roll
out to greet you. They’re plump and rounded, pulsing pleasantly as if to say ‘hello.’ Kiro gasps, but
her legs open all the same. “Bitz, are you sure you wouldn’t rather be on your knees back at my
ship?” She’s trying to speak quietly so as not to draw too much attention to herself; most people
may not be the prudes they were thousands of years ago, but sex is still frowned upon. Throbbing
gently, her balls sway in their velvety sack, communicating in no uncertain terms just how much
Kiro wants you to tend to them. Her sheath is just about level with your nose, and there’s no
disguising its musky, oddly masculine aroma. It hasn’t disgorged its phallic cargo just yet, but the
supple flesh is pulsating gently with every accelerating beat of your companion’s heart. You can see
the soft folds of her sensitive skin slowly expanding before your eyes. The scent of her long-hidden,
anxious cock thickens in the table’s ill-ventilated confines with the engorgement of the alien pirate’s
eager genitals, and you’ve got a front row seat. “Last chance to back out,” Kiro whispers. You can
see a blunt, rounded distention in her sheath, and it’s clear the time for backing out has long since
passed. It’s time to lick your lips, open wide, and give your lover a treat. Nuzzling your cheek
against her soft skin, you heft her watermelon-sized, swollen gonads in your hands, rolling the
heavy, liquid-filled masses back and forth gently. An exquisitely pleased sigh finds it way down
from somewhere high above. You smile and rub a little more firmly. Twisting your head, you nibble
gently at the edges of Kiro’s sheath before pressing yourself wholly into it. Kiro’s thighs twitch on
either side of you. She gasps in delight, and her tail thumps noisily against her seat cushion. “It’s
coming!” You have just enough time to lick around the inside of her pheromone-laden, flesh tube
before her cock makes its appearance, driving your tongue back into your mouth with steady but
uncompromising force. And why shouldn’t it? It’s a big, thick cock, and it needs to cum. Your
mouth is merely the temple dedicated to its pleasure. You open wide, and the thick, warm length
pours into you, still soft but growing firmer with every passing second, rolling across your tongue
with its salty, tangy flavor, thickening in your mouth until it’s impossible not to feel the veins rising
against your lips. It’s impossible to tell, increasingly full of cock as you are, but your hands feel
subtly fuller than a few moments ago. You let your mouth hang open, tongue flat as you let yourself
become her sheath, and heft the weight, comparing. Her balls are heavier... but softer too, more...
liquid. You gently squeeze and marvel at just how much give the fleshy orb has. Human biology
may not produce cum entirely from its testes, but you’re holding proof of a kui-tan difference in
your hands - a difference that’s getting heavier and squishier the longer you handle it. Kiro’s nuts
have gone into overdrive. If you don’t empty them, you’re not sure she’ll be able to walk out of
here later. A gush of seed splatters off the back of your throat thanks to the efforts of your busily
kneading hands, forcing you to swallow instinctively. It takes more than one to handle the tide of
slick pre-ejaculate, but the amount of lubrication gathered in your maw makes it that much easier
for Kiro’s expanding boner to slip the rest of the way into your mouth. A ridge bumps past your lips,
marking the halfway point on your journey to a satisfied Kiro. You keep on swallowing long after
the pre is gone; it’s the only way to keep Kiro’s ever-expanding horse-cock on track. Shuddering,
the lusty pirate slouches down to better thrust her hips forward, cramming three inches of passion-
inflated flesh down your esophagus before you can so much as gurgle in protest. Spittle foams
around the corners of your mouth as you struggle with the tumescent, equine phallus, feeling it
grow firmer, harder, and larger inside you, keeping yourself sealed to her sheath like a natural
extension of it, or maybe you’re more like a toy, fucked tight up against your owner’s crotch.
Closing your eyes, you let yourself focus entirely on the sensation and scents of your situation: the
subtle tang of her alien skin on your tongue, the warm heat radiating into your maw, and even the
lurid scent that tickles at your nostrils as they’re nestled into her sheath. Kiro’s throat-exploring
cockhead presses on the sides your esophagus as she reaches full mast, nearly two feet of breeding
mast embedded inside you. You luxuriate in the sheer debauchery of it all, choosing to be the kui-
tan’s cum dump simply because she needs it almost as much as you. Kiro casually throws a leg over
your shoulder, but even she can’t hide the feverish trembling that ripples down her thigh, betraying
her excitement. With your senses sharpened by your self-imposed blindness, you can hear her
quietly whimpering and sighing. Sometimes she even moans in contentment. You can imagine the
look on her face: ecstatic and half unaware of her surroundings, maybe panting gently as a waitress
walks by unaware. Hollowing your cheeks, you manage to suckle weakly around her turgid
obstruction, earning a quiver and heavy pulsation for your efforts. Though she’s too deep for you to
get a taste of it, you feel enough warmth in your belly to realize she’s gushing pre like a fountain.
Her watermelon-sized, practically sloshing testicles have gotten so heavy in your hands that you’ve
stopped trying to support them on your own. Her taut sack can bear to help you out a little bit. After
all, you’re helping her. You work your fingers on her sloshing balls, feeling each squeeze mirrored
by a pulsing bulge through Kiro’s cock that ultimately leaves your belly gurgling. The hardscrabble
sound of Kiro’s twitching fingernails against the table signals that your appetizer of milked-out
ejaculate is almost over, and the main course is on its way. Your lips strain as her obscene girth
rhythmically swells, momentarily filled with highly-compressed splooge. You can see the muscles
under Kiro’s fur flexing with the effort of pumping out all the cum, never mind the way your gut
goes from feeling empty to thoroughly inseminated. Kiro pants so loudly that you can hear it over
the pounding of your own oxygen-starved heartbeats. Surely someone has to notice the way the kui-
tan’s back is arched or the way her erect nipples jut through the fabric of her garments. Smiling
around your mouthful of exploding cock, you work her shrinking balls, feeling them firm up with
every gut-splattering explosion of seed. You let - no, encourage her to fill you with salty, alien cum,
to bulge your expectant belly with the inhuman quantity of spooge. Increasingly, you feel like a
cream-filled pastry whose baker got a little overenthusiastic. You slide away before she can do any
damage, gurgling weakly as she plugs your throat behind her exiting phallus. She leaves a cheek-
bulging blast of jizz in your mouth as a parting gift, then proceeds to issue forth a half dozen weaker
blasts across your red hair, face, and neck as she gradually goes limp, soaked in spit and cum. You
sit there, gasping for breath, soaked in sex, and totally used. Licking the jism and residual sheath-
musk off your lips, you reach up to the table to grab some napkins, content in the knowledge that
you’ve brought so much pleasure to such a magnificent specimen. (L: +25) Kiro looks a little
unsteadily, then meets your gaze and asks, “Now what?”
HAND MILK
Scene By: Savin

Reaching across the bed to Kiro’s impressive collection of sex toys, you suggest she spread
her cheeks for a little prostate milking. After all, what’s the fun of having a great big cock
and a swollen sack if you can’t enjoy a little fun from behind from time to time? Kiro gives
you a grin, letting her swollen erection flop onto your belly as she slowly crawls into bed
over you, dragging her cock and swinging, furry sack up your prone form as she moves. You
grab the long rod, teasing its flared tip as she slips up to the head of the bed, bracing an arm
against the bulkhead, the other reaching back to spread her cheek invitingly, revealing the
winking star of her luscious behind. Petting the soft, taut curve of Kiro’s backside, you look
through her collection of dildos, carefully selecting your opening weapon. You decide to
start off with the basics: a nice, long purple plastic rod you guess is about as thick around as
two of your fingers: it looks like a perfect fit for Kiro’s puckered hole, just enough to give
her a nice little stretch. You reach under the bed and grab a bottle of Kiro’s elasticizing lube,
squeezing out a thick glob of it onto the long shaft of the dildo. The sticky green lube
spreads easily across the sheer plastic surface, and you take your time coating your tool
until it practically drips with the stuff; with what’s still smeared on your fingers, you reach
up to Kiro’s spread cheeks, gently rubbing it into the furry cleft of her expansive rear. She
shudders visibly as you coat her hole, but the low, whining moan she lets slip when your
finger presses in tells you that she’s more than eager for your touch. You give her a playful
swat on the behind with your free hand as your finger pushes in all the way, tickling the big
lump of her engorged prostate. Kiro yelps, and between her spread legs you can see her big
equine dong jump, spurting a white trickle across her pillow. Groaning, she reaches into her
bed stand to pull out a wrapped condom and tears it open with her teeth. Holding her cock
firmly between her tits, the tanuki wraps the nano-fiber sheath around her flared head,
pulling it tightly down her half-rigid shaft; by the time she’s done, the reservoir is already
filling with her trickling seed, massaged out by your finger buried deep in her behind. “Aaah,
god, so good,” she moans, stroking her shaft as your finger twists around in her, smearing her
anal walls with her lube, “Don’t mind the condom, do you? I don’t wanna clean the entire
room...” You answer her with an affectionate pat, just hard enough to make her taut assflesh
jiggle as your finger pulls out. With a pleasured sigh, Kiro plants her hands back against the
headboard, letting her twitching member bounce as she braces herself. Her tail sways
rhythmically, swishing nervously in your face, the puffy tip brushing your nose as you try
and line the dildo up. You push it out of the way, only to have Kiro playfully swat you with it,
making you miss your mark - the slick shaft of the dildo goes a bit low, sliding through the
slit of her drooling cunt, just parting the lips of her labia to peek out the other side, rubbing
her prominent bud. Kiro’s breath comes is a startled hiss, her cheeks clenching as your
plastic toy teases her clit. Her tail swishes in your face, blocking your view just long enough
for Kiro to reach down and grab the flared head of the dildo and push it back just enough so
that it, with a little push from you, it slides right up her crack, greasing her up one last time
before it’s too late. So close to your goal.... You lean in, out of her tail’s way, so close you can
almost smell the musky lust boiling off your lover as you cup one of her big teats, squeezing
the black nipple until she gives a plaintiff yelp; with one little thrust, the dildo slips into her
black hole, sliding in with practiced ease. Kiro stifles a little moan as the toy penetrates her,
and you can see her cock jump to full hardness, thumping hard into the headboard as the
reservoir is filled with a sudden gush of spunk. One little push and her tool’s already pouring
out that much, filling the nano-fiber condom’s tip to the size of an apple before you’ve
hilted the toy in her. Kiro’s fingers dig into the wood, teeth clenched as you fully bury her
long, thick toy in her ass. The toy vibrates in your hand, shivering ever so slightly to the beat
of Kiro’s thumping heart as her big, cum-swollen prostate quakes under the thick shaft
pushing up against it. You gingerly rock the plastic rod back, easing it out through her lube-
slicked shaft until her tail hole is stretched open by just the thick, slimy crown before
pushing back in right to the base. Kiro’s cock responds with a twitch as she whimpers her
pleasure, jizz spurting from her tip like an uncorked bottle of the finest champagne,
ballooning out the condom with every push and thrust you give her. Your slow thrusts
gradually pick up to a steady pace, milking the engorged bulb of her male organ just enough
to make her cock twitch and spurt for you. In desperate need of release, Kiro wraps a furry
hand around her monolithic member, trying to jerk herself off; you swat it away. “Tsk, tsk.
Just go with the flow,” you tease, rubbing Kiro’s tight-clenched ass. Your affectionate caress
turns into a harsh spank, eliciting a yelp of surprise and a jet of cum from the kui-tan. Her
balls visibly shrink as the plain dildo penetrates her, and the tanuki is helpless to do
anything but grit her teeth and hold on. You pull the dildo out after a few long, slow minutes
of rectal reaming. Kiro whines, tail thrashing as you toss the used toy aside, searching for
your next tool. As you do, you can’t help but smile at your work, already showing itself off
for you: Kiro’s ass is agape and well-stretched thanks to her special lube, holding itself open
wide enough for you to easily slide four fingers right on in, caressing the big, throbbing sack
of her prostate through the thin wall of her ass. She groans, cum pouring out of her
cockhead as you push it out from the source, gently teasing it as your other hand alights on
the next toy: a thick, meaty horsecock. As wide around as your forearm, this beast’s nearly
as impressive as Kiro’s own prick, and wobbles under its own weight as you pull it out. Kiro
glimpses the mighty beast over her shoulder and gulps. “I usually save that one for last...” she
says, stopping when you reach around and grab her cock. Her whole body shudders with
shameless pleasure as you stroke her own shaft, bringing the half-flaccid member to full
attention with a few skilled strokes, stopping only to pull it back between her legs, letting it
flop upside-down behind her. She whines as your legs lock around her shaft, your own
member flopping on top of it while you lean down, aligning the horsecock toy with her
behind. You want a front-row seat for this! A quick splash of lube to add to the murky mess
already drooling out the kui-tan’s stretched hole, and you’re ready to go. You press the
flared head of the dildo up against Kiro’s dark pucker, letting her feel the massive girth of
the thing pressing in against her for a long moment before pushing in. She screams in
pleasure, back arching and cock spasming as you relentlessly thrust the plastic cock deep
inside her. You watch giddily as her cock jumps and twitches as inch after inch of plastic
pony passes over her most sensitive spot, milking the cum out of her in a steady stream. By
the time you’ve hilted the equine member in her rectum, Kiro’s cock is wallowing in a
beanbag chair’s worth of spooge. Confident in the condom’s durability under stress, you
lean back against the sloshing bubble of her sheath and get comfortable. For her part, Kiro’s
anything but comfortable. She groans and sighs with every breath, hips thrusting back
against the over-sized horsecock toy spreading her ass wide. You rock the shaft back with
her movements, working with the lovely herm to pull the toy back out until just the flare’s
inside her, pressing hard against her pulsing prostate before shoving it back in again. Her
stomach is bulging with the sheer mass of horsedong inside her before you’ve even hilted
her, and her own slab of horsemeat can’t help but spew its load like a firehose, responding
with quarts of spunk for every inch of latex inside its owner. Kiro’s back arches, hands
cupping her breasts to knead the black teats atop them, trying to wring some control of her
own pleasure as you tend to her overabundance of sperm. You hilt the toy pony in Kiro’s ass
and take a moment to admire the sight of it, bulging the kui-tan’s belly with its sheer
magnitude; the wild spasms of her rectum make it twitch and shudder, which only serves to
put ever more pressure on her overburdened prostate. She’d probably twitch and shudder
her way to orgasm on her own at this point, but where’s the fun in that? You plant a kiss just
above her spasming pucker before leaning over to the pile of toys, looking for the next big
thing you can shove up your lover’s bum. A cute, pink vibrator catches your eye - doubly so
when you pick it up and see the friendly, bright flower pattern of tiny ridges and bumps
along its shaft. You squeeze out a healthy dose of lube onto the latex girth, but before you
get to work with it, you let it slide up into Kiro’s stretched crack, giving her a little thrill
thanks to the cool lubricant. “Uh... forget something, angel?” Kiro whines, shaking her booty
at you - which has the delightful effect of making what bits of horsecock aren’t inside her
sway enticingly. You pat one of her fuzzy cheeks reassuringly, but do nothing to remove the
horsecock in her ass, only nudge it aside with the tip of the pink toy. Kiro gives a sharp gasp
as you push the crown of the pink toy into her pucker, which stretches deliciously thanks to
the special lube your kui-tan uses; her ass can do nothing but submit to your will, held
agape as you slide the next toy in and hit the vibrate setting. “O-oh shit,” Kiro groans, biting
her lip as you stretch her ass out, thrusting in and out with her vibrator to give her ass a nice
fucking on top of it all . “Too... too much. There’s too much!” You watch giddily as the kui-tan’s
oversized horsecock throbs and twitches, cum oozing out quicker into the beanbag-like
condom behind you. Panting heavily, trying not to cum and failing beautifully, Kiro lets out a
shrill, girlish cry as her dick erupts into the tight-wrapped sheath around it, flooding it with a
sea of salty spunk with enough force to knock you right off, sending you toppling onto the
bed beside her. Kiro’s hips buck and thrust as she comes, pounding an imaginary pussy full
of her cum - or more likely, getting reamed from behind like a bitch in heat as she creams
herself from the overwhelming anal pleasure. The condom on Kiro’s cock stretches and
bloats as the tanuki slut pumps it with her seemingly endless supply of spooge, filling it until
even its advanced material seems like it couldn’t take another spurt before popping. But
thankfully, it holds, and Kiro’s able to flop face-down onto the bed, panting and moaning as
the vibrator and horsecock continue to stimulate her even after orgasm. Chuckling, you
remove the intruding members - which only gives Kiro another thrill, bloating the condom
further. Her ass still agape, a perfect black “O” of ecstasy between her cheeks, you decide
to leave her to recover... and find something to do with that cumbomb of hers.
Drinking Lose
The “snap-hiss” of a ship door sealing behind you shatters the drunken, groping stupor you slipped
into, and you rouse yourself from your prison of breasts. Kiro had been dragging you along, your
face pulled down into her sizeable chest, letting you drunkenly motorboat her on the way to her
quarters. The closer you got, the slower the two of you were forced to travel, but you were in no
condition to mind - not until now, anyway. Kiro’s heavy, tumescent horse-boner has risen to full
size, stretching the material of her top to a ludicrous degree. Grabbing hold of your face, she pulls
you down and into a forceful, alcohol-lubricated kiss. Your tongues twine together seemingly of
their own volition, your own acting even before you become aware of the tanuki-girl’s thick oral
organ slipping through your lips. You’re swaddled up in her plush, cushy form, enjoying the feel of
her soft body around yours, sinking into her pillowy bosom as you give your tongue up to her
ravishing kisses. Your mouth is getting fucked while Kiro’s boner grows harder against your belly.
It pulsates hotly, hungrily flaring against your tits, the equine column growing more excited in
anticipation of plumbing you in the same way her tongue is. The room swims around you, and you
hang on to Kiro for dear life, clinging tightly to her heavy breasts to keep from tipping over. Even
with the plush tanuki’s form cradling you, you both nearly go end over end onto the floor. Kiro
catches a handhold just in time to arrest your tipping forms, breaking the kiss to say, “Whoah!
Almost knocked me over, you eager little cock-sleeve.” She ruffles your hair affectionately while
slowly licking across your lips. “Why don’t we get you off your feet so that you can put that mouth
to work in safety.” She undoes a snap, causing her top to pop open and free both the upper portion
of her boner and her hard, black nipples. Forcing you onto her rigid nipple, Kiro begins to drag you
back towards her chambers, and you’re just drunk enough to go along with it without much thought.
You part your lips and let the pebbly little bud slip inside, licking and sucking at it encouragingly as
you’re brought to a better place to fuck. Held like this, forced onto a nipple, you actually feel very
warm, comfortable, and safe, but at the same time, you’re getting increasingly aroused. Your cunt is
tingling in anticipation. There’s just something... enticing about this, something wonderful about
being taken, dragged along and expected to serve whatever sensitive organ you’re presented with.
You lick around the circumference of her puffy areola and sigh contentedly. You can’t wait to get to
her bed. Kiro abruptly pushes you off, throwing you back with such force that you go flying away, a
betrayed look painted across your face as you fall. Your descent is arrested by super-soft cushions.
Giggling inanely, you stretch out, sinking into the downy-soft surface of the captain’s bed. “Fuck,
you’re drunk, angel,” Kiro purrs as she climbs on atop you. “Not that I mind at all. You seem so...
willing when you’re drunk.” She shimmies out of her outfit and allows her cock to flop down across
your tits, drooling a clear stream of pre toward your neck. The potent, pheromone-laced musk
makes your head spin twice as fast as before, your body flushing in uncontrollable response. She’s
so... big and hard, so veiny and achey. She needs something wrapped around that cock, you realize,
and you’re just the person to do it. That mammoth slab of meat – twenty inches or more and still
seeming to grow somehow – gets closer to your mouth. Your eyes cross to watch it, taking in every
detail of the pulsating phallus. Its head is already twitching in little mini-flares, expanding in
anticipation of the pleasure to come. Giggling in excitement, you tip your head up to lick up the
oozing pre-cum, but instead, you wind up slipping along the outer edge of the growing flare. Your
coordination isn’t quite what it would be sober. Trying again, you grab hold of the slippery, dark
prick, clutching it in both hands as you try to get a taste of the drinking champion’s slick juice. This
time, your tongue makes contact with her urethra. It’s immediately coated in semi-transparent goo.
The cockjuice floods out as soon as your slick protrusion slips against its blunted head, wicking
down to your lips. You slobber all over it, letting your lips kiss against it and your tongue slip inside
for more, polishing Kiro’s rod to a spit-shine. It feels so warm and wet and... well, sexual that a
shiver runs down your spine. “That’s it. Get it nice and wet, Bitz. You keep licking until your throat
is nice and slick with that pre. Get it all over.” Your owner for the day sighs after that and begins to
fondle herself, one hand playing with her still-moist teat and the other fondling the sensitive folds of
her sheath, fingering the moist interior in a way that pleases the nerve endings on both sides. She
moans, and a fresh flow of pre-cum erupts onto your tongue. Obediently, you gulp it right on down.
Her slippery release is getting all over your face, but most importantly, it’s filling your mouth and
throat in a way that makes you feel warm. Drunken pride and love rise up within you, encouraging
you to further acts of debauchery. Soon, you’re jacking off her length right into your mouth, your
petite lips stretched obscenely around the bulging flare as it paints a river of pre across every
internal surface. Busily swallowing, you’re oblivious to the way your actions are making Kiro’s
hips twitch and lurch, barely stopping themselves from pistoning forward with enough force to jam
her immense tool straight into the back of your throat. You gurgle as the flow of pre-cum thickens
and wrap your hands around the shaft, touching fingertip to fingertip as you form your hands into a
sleeve of pre-lubricated pleasure, pumping them back and forth to squeeze out even more of her
delectable drink. Kiro groans, “That’s a good slut, drink it up. I bet your throat is nice and slippery
by now, huh?” She’s got one hand stuffed up her sheath, playing with the sensitive, concealed
portions of her prick, and the other cradling the bottom, stroking along with you. Not thinking much
of it, you nod; your throat is certainly thickly coated with the stuff, marked with her anticipatory
pre-spooge in a way that makes you feel... less, perhaps even owned. Urkh! As soon as you finish
your thought, an orifice-gaping column of meat slides across your tongue and straight into your
mouth, battering straight down your receptive throat with lubricated ease. Even now you can feel it
burrowing down towards your stomach, the flare expanding somewhere deep inside you in a way
that makes you doubt she could pull out if she tried. You’re too drunk and confused for your gag
reflex to even work properly. One moment, you were guzzling thick, tangy cockslime down, the
next, you’re choking on a three-inch thick, pulsating horse-cock. It fills you, each of its prick-
distending heartbeats stretching your esophagus with pounding force. Slapping against your face,
Kiro’s orange-sized gonads come to rest against your chin and lower lip, the soft fur slicked down
with sweat. They’re twitching up and down inside their sack, eagerly working to disgorge the
leaking pre. “Lick,” comes an imperious command. With nothing else to do and a calm sort of
accepting haze settling over your oxygen-deprived mind, you reach forward to cup the nicely-
rounded orbs, feeling their weighty heft in your hands while you extend your cock-smothered
muscle to taste the taut skin surrounding them. Your tongue roams over the portions of Kiro’s
prodigious nutsack that it can reach, worshipping with powerful undulations, drawing pleasured
moans from Kiro that you’re sure mean nothing but an impending climax. Throwing her head back,
mouth adorably agape, Kiro moans, “That’s it! I’m cumming, Bitz! I’m gonna cum right into your
belly, cock-sleeve!” Her flare stretches inside you, uncomfortably widening something that isn’t
supposed to be widened. The entire length is completely locked inside of you, sealing itself into
your belly, pulsating as bulge after bulge of thick seed travels down the trapped shaft deep into your
gullet. It’s deposited, glob after glob, right into your belly. All you can feel is your heart going crazy
due to oxygen deprivation, the immense arousal caused by being used in such a way, and the subtle,
growing feeling of fullness in your middle. That last feeling grows in rhythmic pulses until it
overwhelms the other two, leaving you marvelling at the gentle swelling of your belly and the
tightness that seems to surpass all reason and sense. You close your eyes and gurgle, nearly blacking
out around the cum-pumping rod in your throat, when the tanuki-girl decides to withdraw, yanking
her still-spurting mast out of your well and truly violated throat. A trickle of drooling dickslime
pours out of the half-flared tip all over your face as it spends the last of its lusts, sated for now. Kiro
slaps you in the face with her receeding cock-tip, splattering some of the slowly-drying spooge onto
the bedsheets. “Come on, slut. Let’s get you a cold shower. I’ll have a load for your pussy soon
enough, but I want you somewhere a bit easier to clean up first.” You nod mutely and stagger up to
your feet, cradling your bloated belly. You feel like a living cum-tank with how stuffed you’ve
become, and it’s only going to get worse. That doesn’t stop your twat from feeling so hot and wet
that droplets are streaming down your legs. Following obediently behind the mistress-for-a-day, you
sheepishly burp on your way towards the next of many fucks to come. (L: +28)
Fuck Pussy
Kiro shoves you back against the bed, forcing you to lay flat with the weight of her own body
crawling over you, trailing kisses across your pregnant belly and hand-filling tits. Her furry fingers
tease your striking nipples before running over your red hair and pulling you into a fierce kiss. You
can’t argue with that plan. Giving Kiro an affirming wink, you lay back on her lavish bed and let the
tanuki-girl have her way with you, contenting yourself with running your hands over her flared hips
and fluffy nuts while she works. Kiro grins down at you, starting to angle herself back towards your
prick... until your wandering hands urge out a particularly potent spurt of pre that cakes your chest
in sticky heat. She moans, but the accident quickly reminds the tanuki of her unique situation... and
the fact that she’s going to have to clean up whatever mess she makes. She gives you an apologetic
smile and grabs one of the unopened condom wrappers lying haphazardly about. Her small, sharp
teeth make quick work of the wrapping, and she deftly stretches out the nanofiber sheathe inside
around the head of her equine equipment. You shiver at the sensation of her wrapped prick gliding
on a glaze of cum between your tits. “Much better!” she says, running her fingers from crown to
medial ring, and watching as a spurt of pre quickly fills the reservoir with a sloshing load. “As
much as I’d have liked to see that all over your face, I don’t wanna spend all day cleaning up after
myself.” You chuckle, and give one of Kiro’s meaty nuts a gentle squeeze - just enough to urge her
ogre-sized dick to keep spurting and drooling for you. The sight of her just constantly cumming is
enough to make your heart hammer with excitement. You roll your lover’s sack in your hands,
feeling the nice heft of her masculine enhancements... and loving every one of her quiet little
moans. Kiro reaches behind herself, wrapping her fingers around your bright red, pointed prick and
angling your shaft towards the dark, wet lips of her deflowered sex. You chew a lip, trying to
contain your anticipation as your lover slowly - tantalizingly - lowers herself down on your prick.
You gasp as her pussylips tease your tip, heat and sultry wet excitement enveloping the first inch of
your shaft. She stays there for a moment, holding you hostage just on the edge of penetration, and
grins down at you.“You ready for this, Angel?” Kiro coos, running her other hand across her breast
and pinching a black nipple. “I know I am. The anticipation’s killing me.” You smile at her, running
your hands across her hips, gently guiding her down. Of course, Kiro’s never been about subtlety.
Rather than easing down your cock, the tanuki all but impales herself on your bestial member,
taking you to the hilt, burying you into a velvet vice of wet heat. Kiro’s voice is a high-pitched cry,
echoing her exaltation off the bulkheads around you. Her hips buck in your hands, grinding on your
dick; her cock, on the other hand, is much less feminine in the way it shows its pleasure. Were it not
for the industrial-strength sheath wrapped around it, you’d be absolutely basted in Kiro’s spunk: she
floods her condom with pre, making the reservoir bubble out like a water balloon that presses into
your chin. Kiro’s pussy really does feel like it’s molded just for you, the perfect holster for your
canine cock. Maybe it’s because you took the tanuki’s virginity, or maybe because the two of you
just fit so well together, but her cunt just seems to perfectly conform to your cock. Her own arm-
sized horsewang drops heavily onto your chest, the cum-slogged reservoir bounces like a water
balloon. You laugh and grab it, running your fingers through the rapidly-swelling ball and down to
her flared cockhead. Kiro groans and arches her back, grinding her cock against your chest. “Unf,
that feels too good,” she grins, rubbing her dick a little faster. You trace your hands up from Kiro’s
sexy little hips, up the gargantuan shaft of her cock, and wrap your hands around the girthy
horsemeat. You start stroking her, slowly at first, but picking up speed nice and quickly. Kiro
matches your speed all the while, starting to bounce in your lap. “Oooh, that’s the stuff, Angel,”
Kiro moans, chewing a lip and squeezing her tit a little harder, growing more and more desperate to
wring every bit of pleasure from her body. “You really know how to worship a cock, huh? Well,
lemme show you how I do it...” Kiro moves faster, dragging your huge animal-endowment through
the tight, slick slit of her sex until your crown is all that’s straining her lips open. Rivulets of
feminine excitement drool down your cock, a tiny mirror to the deluge flooding her cock-sheath.
Her hips come back down a moment later, spearing her again and eliciting a squeal of excitement
from the lusty kui-tan. You stroke her, she rides you, and you both let your voices echo off the walls
in a chorus of pleasure. “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff babe,” Kiro groans, riding your dick about as fast
as she can. “Mm, never thought I’d love getting vag-fucked like this!” From where you’re lying,
you’re pretty sure she’s the one fucking you! Kiro’s cum balloon is growing bigger and bigger with
every movement. You can only imagine what that feels like, pumping out such a huge amount of
cum without actually orgasming, just leaking it like a hose while she rides you. Kiro’s moans start
to take on a higher, more frantic pitch; her hips sway faster, and your fat, pointed prick is treated to
the most wonderfully wet squeeze as Kiro rockets towards her climax. “C’mon, Angel. Cum with
me!” she purrs, and suddenly Kiro’s condom becomes a geyser of liquid pressure blasting across
your chest. Kiro’s back arches, and she thrusts her whole weight into grinding on your chest, and
you watch as her condom’s reservoir is bloated by jets of hot, musky spunk. “Fuck yeah!” she cries
out, bouncing and grinding and cumming like mad. The sensation quickly pushes you over the edge,
and with a grunt of pleasure you end up hilting yourself inside the orgasming tanuki and smearing
her pussy’s walls with seed. She screams in pleasure as you join her in climax, eyes rolling up in her
head like the blissed-out cum-slut she is. “Ohh, you treat me so good, Angel,” Kiro coos, still
gyrating her hips ever so slightly, making sure to drain you of every drop. “Couldn’t have picked a
better person to pop my cherry... keep this up, and maybe I’ll let you be my one and only. Just let
you keep my pussy all for yourself... Oh, you’d definitely like that...