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Stan the horse man leaned back against the subway seating, angry and horny. He took up most of the bench, his hooved legs spread wide to accommodate for the massive erection between his legs. His pants were unzipped to allow his cock and balls to bounce freely to the rhythm of the train. Many people stared, but not because of his nudity. It was perfectly natural for anyone to be in any state of undress in this city.The people stared because of the sheer size of his horse cock.When he was a newborn, Stan was lucky enough to be blessed by 3 fairy godmothers. One gifted him with a future soulmate to bond with. A thoughtful gift that guaranteed him a happy mating in the future. The second gifted him with extremely good luck. It sounded nice in theory, but on days like today he wondered if it even worked.The third fairy, in an unusual fashion, gifted Stan the stamina of a bulldozer, the ability to come infinite times in a row, oversensitive testicles the size of basketballs, and the largest cock of any horseman to ever exist.A lot of people were happy for him. It was a status symbol to some, and an impressive sight to others. No horseman could compete with him. He produced more sperm than anyone he knew, he could fuck for hours upon hours, and he dwarfed any other horse cocks in his life.Some people liked it, but most said it was far too much cock to realistically take. Even elephante people turned him down when they saw the size of his flare. Most days, the cock just weighed him down more than anything else.Now, it was heavily throbbing to his heartbeat while onlookers looked on in shock and awe. One plump Jaguar woman began to subtly rub herself under her clothes. Everytime the train bobbed a little to far, the beading precum would splash onto a bored-looking bird twink. A child nearby pointed and asked his mother a rude question that Stan did his best to ignore.Stan was a little embarrassed by all the attention, but he couldn't do anything about it. If he tried, at this stage in his rut, he would probably start a huge fight that wasn't worth getting into. Better to sit and try to think of a way to hide his erection from his boss when he got to work.Ideally, he would be able to fuck a wet hole, preferably for hours on end. An omega would be perfect, but any old hole would do. As long as his cockhead was encased, he knew from experience that he would be able to cum and soften up soon after.But where was he supposed to find a wet hole this early in the morning? Pussy wasn't exactly falling from the sky these days.
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Kit was frustrated and horny. He was running as fast as he could, struggling to run on legs weak from his heat. He was out of breath, panting and tripping over himself. People were staring, and could probably smell his intoxicating scent from 20 meters away.Kit didn't care. He desperately needed to get to work as soon as possible. He was the only one with the important paperwork that his boss needed for a very important meeting. He didn't understand why they couldn't just go digital, or better yet, magical, but his boss was a little old fashioned. Now he couldn't call in on a Friday just so he could deliver one piece of paper. Great.Of course kit had to wake up late and in full heat on such an important day. He was already running so late that he hadn't cleaned himself up, and the only thing he'd had time to put on was the skimpy dress he wore to the club the weekend before that was left abandoned next to his front door. He mostly worked with large herd animals, so they probably wouldn't even notice the shiny outfit from their height, but he was still embarrassed. He wasn't even wearing underwear or shoes. Just a thin slip of fabric.He carried a small briefcase with him that contained all the paperwork his boss needed for the day. Kit would probably be fired if he showed up late on today of all days, but he was sure that if he made it in to the office they would see how deep he was into his heat and let him go home. Nobody liked working next to an in heat omega. The smells and noises would make anyone lose their minds.Kit saw the subway pull in just as he made it down the stairs. He ran across the platform, little paws a near blur. He rushed on just in time, diving between a giraffe woman's legs to make it before the door closed.He signed in relief, and began climbing up to the shelves meant for smaller species. He walked quickly and close to the edge, not wanting to bother the people sitting down. He could smell his own intoxicating scent, so it was probably overwhelming for everyone else.
Now that he was safely on the train, nothing could distract him from how wet and swollen his cunt was. It rubbed against itself and his legs as he walked. Kit held the briefcase tighter, trying to ignore his growing arousal. His nipples were hard on the ends of his round tits though, and the harsh texture of the plastic case only added to his sensitivity.Kit cursed the timing of his heat, and cursed the people who made him this way.
You see, Kit was one of the lucky few people to be blessed by 3 fairy godmothers. The first blessing was kind. A guaranteed soulmate when the time came. The second blessing was great too. Enough luck to carry him through life.The third blessing was a little unconventional. Kit was blessed with an extra deep, super hot, very sensative, dripping wet, 'orgasm heavy' pussy. It was a bit of a mouthful, and nobody understood it fully at first. After doing some testing, Kit concluded that he could take any cock all the way to the base with little trouble. He was wet at the drop of a hat, and extra sensitive. Best of all, he could cum from the bare minimum of stimulation.
Kit liked it most of the time, but it came with a few caveats. He dripped slick like a faucet and usually needed to carry extra underwear when he left the house. An ex once made him come by flicking his tail too many times while they waited for the bus. If he wasn't careful, sometimes he would sit on something and it would slip right into his cunt, forcing him to come embarrassingly around a small chair or post.Kit hoped there was nothing like that around here. He didn't have time to get stuck on anything that day.Just after he had that thought, his dress caught on the railing on the edge of the shelf. It tore up the side, the flimsy fabric ripping like tissue paper. He slipped in his own puddle of slick, and fell at an odd angle. His dress was left behind on the railing. He somehow managed to fit between the bars, beginning to fall to the larger seats below. Since his mind was so foggy from the heat, he didn't manage to catch himself, instead clinging tightly to the briefcase.He thought he might land on his feet, but his cunt landed on something first. Flat, round, and throbbing, it stopped his fall for only a second before it popped into his wet hole. Kit realized what it was a little too late. The wider end flared wide inside of him like a fresh knot. Kit came around the head of the huge horsecock, spasming and slowly sinking down until his ass hit the round knot at the base.
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Stan startled when the cat boy fell from above his head, and froze when he landed on his cock. For a second, he thought the creature would slip off in his own time. Then, the slickest, hottest, stretchiest cunt wrapped around his cock like it was welcoming him home.Stan threw his head back in extacy and gripped the back of the bench with both hands. He tried his best to control himself. This was an accident, clearly, and he didn't want to be the alpha that raped an omega on the train. Especially one this small and adorable.He began to lose control when the sweet omegan cunt started clenching around him rhythmically. It was like the boy was coming, but that couldn't be. Not from falling onto a cock as big as Stan's. The poor thing was probably just trying to stop its decent.The clenching didn't help much, and the catboy sank all the way down to Stan's knot. The alpha horse couldn't believe it. His entire, oversized cock disappeared like a magic trick. In its place was the perfect pocket omega. All he had to do was knot it and his work problems would be solved.He couldn't do that though. Even as his rut hormones began to take over and his hands started to reach for the catboy, he convinced himself that using that hot cunt would be ungentlemanly. He needed to help the omega get up and they could both move on with their lives.
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Kit was falling headfirst into the most intense heat he'd ever had. It boiled his blood and overtook his mind. Nobody, especially no alphas, had ever made him feel this way before. The smell wafting off of the huge stallion made Kit's toes curl. The sight of those huge, fuzzy testicles between his legs made his mouth water. The cock buried deep inside of him only made him want more.Maybe he should skip work today after all.Before he could follow that train of thought, two huge hands wrapped around him. Each one could engulf his torso on their own. Both at once made Kit feel totally encased in hot horse flesh. The stallion used both hands to slowly pull kit up his long, thick cock. The catboy didn't struggle even the slightest, enjoying the feeling of meaty flesh searing his insides. It probably looked like the horsecock disappeared into this air to everyone else. Only Kit knew that he had a magic pussy designed to hold anything it needed to.As Kit was pulled to the cockhead again, the flare caught inside his hips. The curved edges rubbed against his g-spot the way a knot would, and sent him tumbling into another damning orgasm. He groaned in a high pitched voice, and started to beg the horse man for more."Please, Alpha, more! Give me your knot, please!"
Kit panted between each word, barely able to breath through the lust choking his lungs.
The hands paused when the flare's widest edge was tugging through Kit's tightest point. It felt more intense than any knot fucking Kit had ever had. The catboy came again, turning into a moaning puddle of limbs. He squirted, spraying the cock and hands surrounding him in sweet omega scent. He clenched around the flare as tightly as he could, praying it would fuck deep inside of his needy pussy once again.
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Stan realized the omega must have gone into heat when it started begging for knot. It was probably caused by Stan's rut pheremones, or maybe the cat was already in heat and leaping onto any alpha it could. It couldn't be in its right mind, especially if it was enjoying cock larger than it was. It made Stan feel guilty for enjoying every inch of that perfect cunt.None of that stopped him from losing control as soon as the pretty little thing squirted all over Stan's cock.Stan flared a little wider inside of the catboy, then used both hands to yank him down to he base of his horse cock again. The omega cried out in pleasure, submissive whines echoing through the quiet subway car. Stan groaned, desperate to pull the pussyboy up to the tip and all the way back down again and again, slowly picking up the pace until the cat was a blur.The cunt was incredible. Like nothing he'd ever felt before. It was the perfect temperature, the perfect wetness, and the perfect tightness around his wanting length. Stan changed up his rhythm, pulling up fast, and yanking down hard to slam his knot against the vulva of the twitching cat. The stimulation of furry ass on his swelling flesh made him see stars.He started thrusting his hips, leaning his back against the seat. His eyes closed tightly, and he cleanched his teeth hard enough to grind them. His breath came in hot pants, spit flying from his lips. The sounds of his heavy fucking overshadowed even the noise of the moving train. He felt like a man possessed, unable to do anything but pound catboy cunt.He was shocked when his knot popped inside on one particularly harsh slam. He started cumming immediately, overcome with new sensation. He flinched so hard he slipped off of his seat, twitching onto the floor.His knot had never made it all the way inside someone before. To think his first knotting happened with a stranger on the train in front of a crowd of shocked onlookers. He groaned deeply in an alpha purr, sinking into the floor below him as his balls emptied themselves into sweet boy-pussy. The catboy was clenching rhythmically again, but otherwise remained limp and panting. Stan took a moment to appreciate the tiny paws resting on his sensitive, twitching balls.When his orgasm started to fade, his head cleared. His anger from before vanished, replaced with a warm, happy feeling. Stan released the cat boy and let him sit up on his own, only to watch the little guy flop forward onto Stan's huge nutsack. The cat boy was smaller than the semen tanks, his tiny head resting on their widest part. Stan marveled at the size difference as he stood, and poked around the spot where they were connected. It was hard to tell with the catboy knotted so tightly to his pelvis, but it looked like Stan's cock was stuffed into a too small hole, while it felt like he was simply tied to a perfect pussy.Not one to let an opportunity go, Stan tucked the happy omega and his balls into his pants and zipped up.His stop was coming soon, so he tidied himself and stood by the door. The catboy hung from his knot, but the miniscule weight barely registered to the massive stallon. In fact, the cat boy felt lighter than his usual fat dick. He didnt understand how that was possible, but he didn't care. All he needed to know was that it felt amazing, and made his life a whole lot easier.
As he swayed to the shifting of the train, the cat bumped into his thighs. The omega had started purring at some point, and he vibrations on Stan's balls felt incredible. He sighed, relaxing even more.The omega was surprisingly active for how stuffed it was. It wrapped it's legs around the top part of Stan's balls, working tiny toe pads between his testicle skin and thick thighs. The sharp little claws dug into the back of his sack, gripping the skin and kneading it. The scratching felt like he was having every ball itch he'd ever had scratched at once.Stan sighed again in contentment. Even though he was fully knotted, he could feel himself flaring up again. He didn't know how he would jerk off with his knot fully expanded in the cat's cunt, but he supposed it didn't matter. As long as the pussyboy could hide his erection, he could walk into work without concern.
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Kit was unsure of what to think of his situation.On one hand, he was definitely going to be late for work. Fucking a stranger while in heat probably wasn't the best idea, and getting knotted to a man so much larger than him was definitely not recommended.But on the other hand, this was the best sex of his life. He couldn't seem to stop coming, and he didn't want to. He got to snuggle with huge balls, and take huge cock. He was pretty sure the horse man even got off on Kit's stop too!He buried his face in the larger than life testicles in front of him and purred to his hearts content. He still held the briefcase in his hands, so not all was lost. As long as he could keep these papers safe, he would be alright, his content omega brain told him.Just as he had that thought, cum began to slowly leak from his cunt. The horsema'ns knot hadn't gone down in the slightest, but apparently there was still enough space for liquids to slowly seep out.The dollop of semen crept toward the briefcase in Kit's arms, and he had the feral need to protect it sear through his omegan hind brain. He held it behind his head with two hands. Now his front half bore the brunt of the semen, the cum soaking his fur and leaking into his mouth while the case stayed safe and dry.He lapped up the thick, salty liquid, his scratchy tongue catching on the thick hairs in the center of the massive testicles. The entire large orbs were covered in hair, but the fur on the center line was the thickest, and almost as long as Kit was wide. It caught in his throat, and one loose strand got stuck in his teeth. Beneath the layer of hair was a layer of ball sweat, dead skin, and old crusty cum that dried out his mouth and stuck to everything it touched.Kit licked it all up. He heard some omega's liked the taste of alpha sweat, but he never saw the appeal. Alpha sweat, alpha spit, and alpha cum never tasted any different to him. Something about this horse man was different though. The heady taste of his ball crust made Kit come just from swallowing it.He came again when the horse man started walking up a short flight of stairs. The bouncing of the huge testicles slapped him in the face and tits, and rubbed on his clit and vulva, sending pleasure coursing through his body. He squealed lightly, and squirted heavily, adding to the mess on the huge testicles.
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As Stan walked into his office building, he was pleasantly surprised that he was half an hour early. Perfect. That should give him enough time to change into his spare suit and figure out how to keep the other people in his upcoming meeting from hearing the catboy in his pants purr.He walked to the locker room slowly, trying not to draw attention to himself. His cock throbbed, his balls twitched with every step. He was probably putting off an unnecessary amount of pheromones. Hopefully this meeting would go fast.Luckily, the locker room was empty, so Stan grabbed his bag and rushed into the largest stall in the bathroom area. He pulled his pants all the way off and sat on the lid of the toilet. There was a little cum leaking from the wet cunt, but it didn't look like much. What caught Stan's attention more was the tiny briefcase clutched in the catboy's paws.He carefully pulled it from the omega's clutches, setting it on a shelf nearby. The cat gave a panicked omegan squeal, turning to look at Stan, but when he saw that the other man had the breifcase, he relaxed."Alpha... Boss... Paperwork ..Chipper..." the small man said weakly.Stan would have to look into that. For now, he tried to clean up the cum on his balls. Toilet paper helped, but it didn't fully fix the problem. Stan tried to think of something that would make him soften so he could pull out and drain the pussy, but his cock wouldn't shrink in the slightest with a hot cunt wrapped around his entire dick.He watched as the catboy came around him again, and squirted enough to soak his balls.He breathed the sweet scent of an omega in heat, and tried to think. He might be able to get away with two pairs of underwear between the mess of slick and cum and his pants. He didn't want to risk leaking everywhere during his meeting though.Then he remembered he had a thick, watertight jock strap in his gym bag. He rushed out of the stall, snagged the jock out of his bag, and made it back to the toilet without anyone seeing the cat dangling off of his cock.The jock was filthy. It used to be white, but now it was so stained by sweat and other bodily fluids that it was a dark, brownish yellow. It smelled terrible, and Stan spotted crusty gobs of cum on the inside from when he jacked off before putting it on last time he wore it. That was almost a month ago. It had been sitting in his gym bag since.Stan scowled. He felt bad, but he didn't have many options.Fitting the cat into his jock turned out to be surprisingly difficult. It was designed for his soft sheath and balls, not his rut-swollen testicles and an entire person. He tried all different positions, shoving the omega slightly into his sheath, tucking him back, and even sticking his head out of the top, but nothing worked.The final position that barely worked had the catboy folded in half and wrapped almost entirely in Stan's squished ball sack. The only part of the omega he could see when he
lifted the waistband was a twitching tail. The little guy's legs were still wrapped around the back of his sack, and now his arms were similarly tucked behind it. His head rested just in front of his own hips, nose buried deep in Stan's sweaty ball hairs. The omega could probably lick his own pussy from his position.It couldn't be comfortable for the omega, but he was still purring when Stan tightened the jock enough that the edges dug deep into his skin, sealing the cat and balls inside. Even after he added two layers of underwear and a fresh pair of slacks, the vibrations kept up.Stan sighed. Hopefully the sound was muffled enough that nobody would notice.He packed up his things and left the stall, remembering to stuff the tiny breifcase into his pocket on his way out.He made it to the meeting early, and sat down in a large comfortable chair on one side of a long table. His collegues that were already seated were chatting amicably or on their phones. Nobody acknowledged him, so he decided to peek into the tiny breifcase.It had a lot of papers too small for Stan to read, but one was a large paper folded many times over to fit. When he unfolded it, it looked exactly like the paperwork his boss' boss was always carrying around.Huh.He flattened it out and put it in his own folder. Then he put the breidcase back into his pocket. While his hand was there, he took a second to readjust the jock, ignoring the subtle vibrations.As he felt his cock flare hard over and over again, he knew in his heart that this meeting was going to last too long.
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Kit was awash with the scent of his alpha.Every corner of his body was soaked in the horseman's scent. Most of him was wrapped in his ball sack, and the rest was encased in a delightfuly scented jock. The crusty old cum mixed with the fresh stuff still leaking from Kit, creating a thick batter that clung to his fur.Kit might as well have been in heaven. His omegan hindbrain was so happy that he couldn't stop purring. In his lust filled heat, Kit couldn't think of any reason to dislike his current position. Especially since the alpha had taken his precious briefcase. As far as he was concerned, that meant the alpha had taken that responsibility off of his back.He went back to licking the ball hairs, trying his best to keep his alpha tidy of the mess soaking into the cat boy's skin. Since Kit was folded in half, he licked his own clit on every stroke, his rough tongue catching on his own sensitive nub. He couldn't tell if he was in constant orgasm, or high on the edge of one. It started to hurt after a while, but he couldn'take himself stop. The pain was nothing compared to the taste of the alpha's ball hairs.The cock throbbed in his pussy in a heavy rhythm, taking Kits breath away. When the testicles he was wrapped in twitched especially hard, Kit came in an earth shattering orgasm, shaking apart in his skin.He could just barely hear the edges of conversation outside of his tight confines. It sounded like they were in a meeting, talking quietly but confidently. The idea that the alpha horse man was wearing kit like a cock warmer into work had him shaking through another small orgasm.Kit heard his boss speak up, and could barely make out a piece of paper being passed form the horseman to Chipper. Perfect. Now he really has nothing else to worry about for the rest of the weekend.His omegan brain whispered about how alpha was providing for him. It told him he had found the perfect mate and would need to keep him around. It begged for more cock, despite the fact that he was already filled to the brim. He felt his cunt cleanch around the knot tighter, keeping them locked for as long as possible.Kit licked up the next batch of cum dripping from his wet hole, crying a little in overstimulation. He couldn't stop though. His omega side didn't want it, and he knew there would be consequences if he did. If he stopped licking up the thick alpha cum, it would probably leak out, and he couldn't have that. He didn't want his alpha to be embarrassrd in front of his colleges.Kit half hoped this meeting lasted forever.
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Stan managed to sit quietly through most of the pre-meeting conversation, but he had to speak up when he overheard the boss' boss, a beaver man named Chipper, talking about missing paperwork."Ah, Sir! Is this the paperwork we need?" Stan said, holding up the folded paper from the tiny briefcase.Chipper grabbed it and looked it over. "Yes!" He said shocked and happy. "This is exactly what we need! Where did you get it?""I got it from the, uh, catboy omega? He said it was important, and the boss needed it right away." Stan tried to think fast and cover for the omega warming his knotted dick. "He looked terrible. I think he was sick. It's probably for the best that he didn't hand it in directly, or he would have gotten all of us sick!""Hmm. I guess that's for the best. I'll have to thank him for going the extra mile next time I see him.""Of course sir.""As for you, I appreciate you going above and beyond. If your presentation goes well, I think there could be a promotion coming up for you." The man said smiling.Stan smiled wide, and then the meeting was underway.Two hours in, and Stan's rut started to flare up again. He was getting angry, and he could tell the people sitting next to him didn't appreciate the smell. The only thing saving him was the fact that his lust was sated by the cunt he was still balls deep in. If his knot were bare, he would be tearing through the walls by now.His turn to present came at last, just as Stan gained the confidence to start flexing his cock inside of the still purring omega.He was nervous, and stuttered at first, but as he talked he began to gain confidence. He was the only alpha in the room that was fucking an omega at that very moment. Not just fucking, but pleasing. The purring of the pussy clearly showed his appreciation for Stan's alpha cock. Did anyone else have an omega in their pants? He doubted it.The thought didn't leave him. As the practiced words of his speech left his mouth, he flexed his cock in the omega in a sexual rhythm, fucking him while he walked and talked. The omega began to knead his balls again, only adding to his pleasure.He could feel his orgasm approaching, just as he finished up the presentation. While everyone clapped, his balls began to pulse, cleanching around the cat in his jock.He came in a long jet right when his boss said "Congratulations, Stan! You've earned a promotion for sure!"Stan let himself smile, and said "Thank you, Sir!" While his balls emptied themselves into wet, omega cunt.Stan sat back down, and got comfortable for the rest of the meeting. The leaking cum had increased in volume, but Stan wasn't worried anymore. He could feel it slowly filling the jock, but the waterproofing didn't let any cum slip out into his underwear. Sure, the cat boy might be flooded, but as long as he felt that purring Stan would leave it be.By the time the meeting ended, the jock was full of sticky cum. It clung to everything, his balls, his crotch, and the omega. Stan thought it felt good, but part of him worried about the poor thing stuck inside of that mess.Then, before he could rush back to the locker room, he was invited to drinks with the boys. He probably should have said no, but his alpha hormones were flooding his brain. He was on cloud nine, in rut, and blasting his balls into a happy pussyboy. Against his better judgement, he decided to accept. It was a great day, why not celebrate?He figured they would have a couple of drinks and then he could go home. After one drink, they had one more, then another. And another. Then shots were passed around. Then a few more, just because. Before he knew it they were fully intoxicated and partying it up with the other bar patrons.Stan stayed hard and locked into his new cockholder the entire time. Although cum started to leak out of his jock and into his underwear halfway through the night, he kept shooting his load off right in front of people. He took great joy in making eye contact with the bartender and busting his nuts into omegan cunt. He came during one of their toasts to his promotion. He even let himself dance with and hump against a large hippopotamus woman, and cum while his jock was rutting between her round ass cheeks.He had to take a bathroom break twice to empty the jock. All he needed to do was pull his slacks and underwear down, sit on the toilet, and slightly lift the jock off of his skin, and it would drain most of the congealing cum. He wasn't sure how the catboy was breathing, but the little guy never complained, and purred on and off all night, his cunt cleanching tightly around Stan the entire time.They were out almost all night. Stan was sloshed by the end. He stumbled home sometime in the early hours of the morning, his cock still hard and his jock filled to the brim with cum.He would be worried about how long they'd been knotted if he weren't so drunk. Instead of concern, he felt satisfaction. Clearly his knot was superior if it lasted the whole night.When he got home, he fell face first into this pillow and passed out, the cat boy forgotten.
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Kit's heat lasted all day and all night. He came and came and came, squirting all over himself and the balls he was wrapped in.The catboy lost track of what was going on outside of his slimy prison, but he didn't care much. The gyrating motions and happy laughter only served to stimulate him more, sending him into blinding orgasm after blinding orgasm.Cum regularly flooded Kit's new home. It made it hard for him to breathe, but he did his best to eat what he could to make room. It helped that it was hot alpha cum, fresh from fertile balls. Kit's omega hindbrain was more than content to lap it up and swallow as much as he could.When his alpha finally fell asleep, Kit drifted off as well, happily knotted and cozy in the congealing cum of his new lover.
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Stan woke in the dark to a pounding headache. His cock had softened significantly, though it still rested inside of the omega pussy. The little thing wasn't purring anymore, and that worried Stan, but his headache worried him more. He stood, still in his work clothes, and took two Tylenol with water.The jock was leaking now, though slowly. It chafed Stan, and it was probably drowning the omega, so he went to the bathroom, pulling his clothes off as he went.He was only in his socks and underwear by the time he made it to the bathroom. He pulled the jock and underwear down at the same time, wincing at the splash of liquid and the light ripping feeling where the jock stuck to his balls.He sat heavily on the toilet. His balls dipped into the water before he could stop them. He sighed in annoyance.Stan was surprised when the catboy slipped off of his cock for the first time all day, falling into the toilet water a long with half of Stan's cock. He sighed again. He heard the omega splash around, and let out a sheer omegan trill, begging his alpha for help.Of course, that's when Stan's bladder decided it needed to be emptied immediately. Before he could stop it, piss flowed out of him like a guyser.He stared, horrified, as the catboy nearly drowned in a bowl of his piss. It spun the water and sprayed into the little omega's eyes. Stan watched the poor thing sputter and choke, barely able to keep its head above water.Then sharp little claws dug into his balls in a desperate attempt to escape death. Stan figured he deserved that one, and let the cat boy cling to him while he finished pissing.
Stan peed for a while, his bladder filled with the drinks he'd had erlier. He filled the bowl so full that his balls were half submerged, and the catboy was up to his neck in warm piss. The poor thing was still chirping pathetically, and Stan felt his heart twinge.When Stan was done, his cock receded back into his sheath, still covered in piss and cum. Then he stood and flushed. He carefully reached between his legs to pull the cat boy off of his sack, wincing at the pull of claws in his delicate skin.When he had the omega securely in his hand, he was finally able to get a good look at it. It was bleary eyed and shaking. Omega chirps fell from its mouth, and it clung to any part of Stan it could reach. It was filthy, covered in Stan's piss, cum, and sweat.He felt terrible for the poor thing, but a deeper part of him was delighted by how covered in Stan's scent the omega was.He decided to take a long bath and wash the little thing.He drew up a hot bath and rinsed the catboy in the sink with warm water, trying to get the worst of the cum and smegma out of his fur before they bathed together. He was gentle, and the omega seemed to like that because he started purring again. He must be deep in his heat to be so unable to speak. Stan felt another twinge of guilt. To think he took advantage of such an innocent creature.
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Kit was sleeping soundly in his new, smegma-filled home when he was rudely awakened by the stallion pulling his jock off. Before Kit could wake fully, he fell into a bowl of cold water. He choked and sputtered, trying to get a hold of himself. He looked over at the soft cock he'd just slipped off of, half submerged next to him. Suddenly, a hot blast of piss hit him in his leg and sent him spinning through the water. He struggled to breathe, unmoored in the thunderous pool of piss. After nearly drowning multiple times and swallowing a lot of alpha urine, he finally managed to sink his claws into the balls he'd been cuddling with all day.He panted there until the stallion was finished. The bowl filled slowly. By the time the stallion stopped, Kit was bathing in pisswater.Kit clung even tighter to the heavy balls when the horse man stood. He dangled for a moment, only held up by testicles larger than him. Then he let the man pull him from his sack, and shook in the palm of the horseman's hand for a moment.Why the fuck did this guy drop him into the damn toilet?? What was his problem? If he wanted to piss on Kit, all he'd had to do was ask.Kit watched angrily, chirping in annoyance through his choking as the horse man began to draw a bath. He would have bitten the man and told him off of he weren't half drowned and still coming down from his heat.The alpha made it a little easier to forgive him when he began to bathe him gently in warm sink water. Before Kit realized it, he was a purring ball in the alpha's hands again. He was feeling surprisingly docile. This heat spent almost entirely dangling from a titanic alpha knot seemed to soothe something in him. Usually when he was in heat, nothing could calm him down. All this alpha had to do was scratch his head, and he was putty in his hands.He decided to let this whole charade continue for now. He'd tell the alpha off later. He wanted to be speared back onto that cock again as soon as possible.The horseman finished cleaning him up in the sink, and carried Kit to the bath with him. The tub was big enough to be a swimming pool to Kit, but the horseman still had to bend his knees while inside. When the man leaned back, he brought Kit up to his chest and cradled him against his large neck.Kit dug his tiny nose into the horseman's scent gland and inhaled deeply. It was a more pure version of the man's scent, undiluted by the smell of hot cum. Kit liked it a lot, but he still preferred the smell of those massive breeder balls.The horseman leaned further back, and rested his head against the edge of the tub. His chest was barely in the water. Kit readjusted himself, moving to the large pecs that crested slightly above the water. He found the horseman's nipple, and couldn't help licking it gently. The man grunted, but didn't otherwise move. Kit thought it was cute, but was quickly distracted by the huge horse cock rising from the sheath under the water.Kit slowed his licking, eyes transfixed on the pillar of man meat hardening. It lifted above the water, towering like a building. It really was ridiculously large, longer than Kit was tall and wider around than his whole body.Kit waded recklessly into the water and swam to the thick pole. He wrapped his arms around it, his paws not quite reaching all the way around. He licked every part he could reach, a purr building in his chest again.He needed this thing inside him now.Before he could think about it, he dug his claws into the shaft and started climbing."YEAOWCH!" The horseman startled out of his bath nap. He grabbed onto his cock, accidentally squishing the catboy against the side of it. He sucked in air through his teeth, and sat up, curling his body in on itself.Kit was surrounded by his alpha once again. He wasn't satisfied with that, more concerned with being filled with his alpha, so he tried to shimmy out of the man's hold.The horseman ruined his plans and pulled him off of his cock instead. Kit let out a pitiful, needy wail. He felt like he was lost in a desert, and that cock was the only water for miles.The horseman sighed and inspected his cock. Kit could see from where he was, trapped in the man's right hand, that the skin wasnt even scratched. The horseman seemed to agree it wasn't that bad, and stood from the bath. He toweled off without letting go of Kit, who was beginning to get frustrated. Why wouldn't the horse just let him ride it??The alpha carried him to the bedroom and tossed him in the messy bed. Kit landed on his feet, and shook his fur to try and get the water off. He started to lick himself clean, but was distracted when the horseman climbed carefully into the head of the bed, leaning against the frame.The man seemed like he was distracted himself, his cock hard and twitching while he stared intently at Kit. Kit saw a heat there. The alpha must still be in rut, and ready to knot again.Kit was more than ready. As the man reached one hand out slowly, as if not to startle Kit, the catboy lifted himself up to butt his head against the alpha's palm.He realized he might have underestimated the alpha's rut when the hand clamped around his head like a bear trap and lifted him into the air above his hot, throbbing horsecock.
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When Stan was startled awake from his bath nap, he could already feel the next wave of his rut coming on. The anger from having his dick scratched only added to his heated feelings. He did his best not to squeeze the cat too tightly while he drained the bath and went back to bed.He was angry enough to toss the omega instead of gently setting him down. The cat didn't seem to notice or care, landing on his feet. Stan felt his rut take control as the pretty little thing began to lick the water out of its fur. He did his best to hold himself back as he carefully sat down, but he couldn't help gripping the omega's head tightly as he brought it to his cock.He carelessly lined up his flaring cock and slammed the omega down to the base in one swift move. The cat flinched, but Stan barely noticed, already yanking him back up to the flare.He played with the pussy's pussy for a bit. He pulled the tiny cocksleeve off and popped his flare in and out in short quick movements. Then he slammed it down to take the whole knot. He yanked it back up just before it could catch, stretching the cunt to its limit. Then he did it all over again. Off. Pop pop pop pop pop-SLAM. Riiiip-off. Pop pop pop pop-SLAM. Off. He started to twist the omega whenever he brought it to the base, letting the knot grow a little more every time, before he cut off the knotting by tearing the pussy-boy off.Part of him was worried about breaking the poor things neck, but it was a small part. Most of him just wanted to enjoy that pussy in as many ways as possible for as long as possible.He decided to switch up positions, pulling the pussy off his cock and dropping it on the bed. The pussy-boy flopped onto his back, so Stan pressed his large palm over the cat's tiny face, smothering him while he lined his cock up.He popped the head in, then flared it so it wouldn't fall out. Then he let go of the catboy, and got into a plank position on his stomach. He let himself fall to the mattress, slamming his hips down onto the cat boy below him. He could feel small, furry legs wrapped around his cock instead of pussy, so he lifted himself slightly and folded the omega's legs behind his arms. With the cunt facing up, legs out of the way, Stan let himself fall again. This time, his cock slammed down to the base, his knot encased.Before it could come close to catching, Stan lifted his hips again, pulling his cock out to the flare. He reangled himself, and humped back down into the pussy pinned below him. He gave a few more large exaggerated hup thrusts before switching to faster, shorted slams.From this angle, it felt like he was fucking his mattress. The cat was so small under his huge hips that he barely registered.He decided to mix it up, and lifted himself so high he pulled out. Then he let his magically good luck carry him and dropped down without looking. He slipped smoothly back into the soaking wet pussy and fell heavily into the mattress.He felt his knot catch on the way in this time, so he figured it wouldn't be worth it to pull out again. Instead, he began to grind his hips flat against his bed in small circles. It was a little odd to have the omega pressed so tightly to him. He could feel his cock bulging its stomach. The catboy was so small that when pinned face up under Stan's cock, he head was still buried deep in thick pubes.Tiny claws scratched at him, but he started to enjoy it after the cat found his itchiest pube hairs. He started humping the mattress without bothering to lift his hips. He angled his hip jerks to use the tiny claws as tiny crotch scratchers. The more frantic the scratching got, the harder Stan pressed his hips into the bed.With his rut clouding his brain, he saw nothing wrong with using the cuntboy like a sex toy. All Stan wanted was to keep his knot warm and wet.He could feel his first orgasm drawing closer, but it was just out of reach. He needed something more. Something harder, or tighter. He army crawled to the headboard and sat up. His cock was so hard it would have pressed flat against his stomach. With the omega wrapped around it, the little guy was pressed into Stan's crotch, still folded in half.Stan humped his crotch against the wooden headboard, jerking his hips roughly. A loud bang erupted through the room. His heavy balls slapped against the sturdy wood, and that almost tipped Stan over the edge, so he did it again and again and again, heedless of the omega he slammed into the headboard as well.
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Kit wanted that cock inside him, but he didn't sign up to be folded in half and squished against the mattress.The horseman slammed into his poor cunt without care. Hard slaps of skin on skin made Kit come in a twitching orgasm with every thrust, but he could feel his ass bruising already. The horseman was so much larger than him, and in this position it was all the more intimidating. It felt good, and the bed was soft enough that he wasn't entirely flattened, but he could barely breathe under the heavy weight of the alpha's hips, and he was getting sore from his folded position.The heavy humping went on so long that Kit began to desperately claw at the horse man, yanking on any hair he could grab. It didn't do anything other than entice the alpha more. The humping began to match the clawing, like the man was just using Kit to scratch an itch. It made the catboy feel used, like nothing more than a toy. Like he was just there to please the alpha, just a thing for the man to fuck and ruin.Kit was pressed even tighter onto the man's cock when the horseman crawled on his stomach to drag them forward. The omega was close to crying when the horse sat up. He couldn't move away from the strong stomach, pinned by the cock. When he felt the flat headboard behind his back, he almost panicked.The first slam knocked the wind out of him. The second bounced his head between the wood and muscular stomach. By the eighth, Kit was bruised from head to toe and limp.The horseman came while grinding Kit's sore body against the wood. The flood of cum was a relief, and the orgasm it forced out of Kit eased the majority of his pain. If anything, the sore bruising and lightheadedness seemed to add to the intense feeling of pleasure washing over his tiny frame.While pumping Kit it full of semen, the massive stallion fell back. Kit was stuck to his knot, trapped in place by thick, bulbous horse flesh. Flood after flood of cum rushed into his tiny body, searing his insides. The tiny omega panted into thick pubes, gasping through multiple tremendous orgasms.He wished the horseman would have fucked him like this while he was in the deepest part of his heat. His swollen cunt would have loved the abuse. As he was now, during one of his more lucid phases, he was sore and gagging on the alpha scent assaulting his nose. He could practically taste the musk on his tongue. He wanted this cock, but the treatment was a little rough.Still. He could get used to it. There was something about embeing nothing but an alpha knot holster that sent shivers through his body. The horseman stood suddenly, swinging off the bed quickly and leaving Kit hanging from his knot. The cat didn't think too long about where the other man was going. With his balls emptied and his cock warm, the alpha would only be after one thing: food.He was proven right when they went to the kitchen. The alpha grabbed a large armful of food out of the fridge and moved to a comfortable looking couch to sit down. He plopped heavily onto the plush seating, bouncing Kit on his balls.Kit made himself comfortable, unfolding and settling into the testicles he rested on. He wasn't going anywhere for a while. The alpha looked like he was deep in his rut, his mind probably blank to the outside world.Kit just wished the horse would stop eating such messy foods. Sauces of all kinds dripped into the catboy's fur. Crumbs coated his body and landed in his eyes. One large dollop of hot sauce landed on his clit, leaving a burning feeling on his crotch. He squealed, and tried to wipe it off. It seared his sensitive flesh no matter how hard he rubbed at the spot, sinking into his fur.Kit held his paws over his crotch, doing his best to protect his most vulnerable bits from any more oncoming food. He was bent awkwardly, his legs flat to the horseman's crotch, his pussy glued to the base of the fat cock, and his arms reaching for his burning crotch. The position did little to protect him, but there was little he could actually do to help himself.
He licked off what food he could reach, glad for a meal, even if it was only crumbs from the alpha.It was going to be a long night.
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Stan could barely think through his rut. His mind was a haze of sex and hunger. He ate everything he could get his hands on, heedless of the mess and continued to pump his cock in the tiny cockholder resting on his balls. He was already thinking of new was to fuck the sweet cunt he was locked into. Yanking the cat up and down his shaft. Tying him to the couch arm and fucking him while standing. Taping him to the ground, leaping off of the table face down and spread eagled, and putting his luck to the test with a leap of faith into that perfect pussy.His thoughts were interrupted by a phone call from the other room.He would have ignored it if it weren't from his best friend, Chadathan. The ringtone was specialized and familiar, reminding him of his pack. His alpha side was pushing him off the couch and convincing him to pick up the phone before he could think about it."Hm." Stan grunted into the phone."Hey, Stan! Buddy! Get dressed, I'll be over in twenty minutes. Were going on a surprise weekend outing! It's time to celebrate your promotion for real! See you soon, and don't try to argue!"The other horseman hung up, leaving Stan at a loss for what to do next.A large part of him was excited. All alphas loved spending time with their pack while in rut, and a fun outing with a friend was something he desperately needed.But a larger part of him was feeling a little panicked. He had an omega dangling from his knot for anyone to see.He wasn't embarrassed. Far from it.He was feeling possessive.The omega was his, plain and simple. Another alpha coming into his territory threatened that, even if the alpha was pack. Stan needed to hide his omega to prevent competition.The hiding place seemed obvious, but how was he supposed to keep the cat from squirting or making noise? He couldn't risk even the slightest movent, or his new cock holster might be found.Stan's stupid, horny brain went into overdrive. He needed to secure the omega, cover it up, and find a way to prevent any leakage like last time.He pulled a shoelace off of his old muddy boots, yanked a few dirty socks and a few pairs of underwear out of the hamper, and grabbed his still sticky jock from the bathroom floor. Then he quickly scoured the house and managed to find an old sweaty headband between his couch cusions, a slightly dirty dishtowel in his sink, and a crusty butt plug from under his bed. He decided to add compression shorts and some plastic wrap to his growing pile of items for good measure.The stallion harshly shoved the silicone plug into the cat's mouth first. He ignored the panic on the omega's face and his tiny screams. Though it was extremely small for a horse plug, it barely fit in the catboy's mouth, stretching it wide. Stan then tied the butt plug into place with the shoelace. He tied one loop around the cat's head, running one end through the silicone loop at the end of the plug. Then he bent the omega's legs back behind his shoulders again and tied his ankles to his neck. Stan had plenty of string leftover, so he wrapped the shoelace around the tiny torso. He made sure the legs, and arms were secured tightly to the cat's torso, wrapping the shoelace around the tiny squirming thing over and over again until the omega was practically mummified.Next he grabbed the plastic wrap and the dishrag. Stan first folded the rag in half and wrapped it around the spot where the omega's labia met his own pubic hair. He noticed that a wet gob of slimy old food landed directly over the cat's clit, but he didn't care enough to adjust it to put a cleaner part of the rag against the cat. Then he wrapped a thick layer of plastic wrap around the base of his cock and the catboy's hips, trying to stop the leakage before it could start. He got carried away, wrapping it all the way from the catboy's chin to the back of Stan's heaving testicles.Stan was feeling pretty horny again when he took one of the socks and slipped it over the bound cat. The sock was crusty and smelled like feet and old cum. The fabric cracked as Stan pulled it all the way down, folding the extra over itself. It's stinkiest part, where Stan could feel clumps of old, drying cum still lodged inside, was wedged directly over the omega's sensitive nose.The next sock he stretched wide over both his balls and the tightly covered cat. The sock practically strangled Stan's sack, but it did make his balls a little smaller. Hopefully that would make it easier to fit them in the jock this time. It was a thick, warm sock, enough so that the horse man could already feel himself sweating. He decided to add the sweatband, wrapping it around the base of his cock and balls to secure the sock even tighter and keep any ball sweat from dripping down.The jock was next, still snug. Stan pulled it as tight as it could get, ignoring the way it dug into his skin. It could barely contain the stinky, cloth-covered mess that was the tiny cockholder, but the seal was still tight enough that Stan felt much more confident that nothing would leak.Stan casually added an old pair of briefs over that, then put the compression shorts on. He sighed a little in relief when he saw how small his bulge looked under everything. His pants still bulged obscenely, but that was normal for him, and most people knew it. Nobody should notice the omega now.He threw on a heavy pair of pants over everything, along with a comfy shirt and his boots. He flexed his cock inside of the cuntboy while he got dressed, still horny as hell and happy to have a mostly willing hole to use.
His friend got there just after he came again, barging in during Stan's drawn out rut-orgasm."Stan! Are you in rut? That's awesome dude! You're gonna love what I have planned! Let's get going!"The other alpha herded him out the door. The two of them left together, piling into Bret's small car. It was a fairly short drive, and Stan spent most of it squirting leftover splashes of cock cream into the helpless cunt wrapped around his wanting knot.They arrived at the strip club a little after dark. The parking lot was mostly empty, but more people were arriving quickly. They rushed inside, grabbing a table near the center stage. Stan felt his cock growing extra hard at all of the sights and smells. His rut brain went into overdrive when he caught sight of the omega that was dancing. His packmate pulled him into a seat before he could get too excited, but Stan's eyes never left the hypnotizing sway of those hips."Damn dude, you really are out of it. Let's just do a couple of dances, then we'll get you some pussy to take the edge off, alright?" Chadathan said, patting him on the shoulder.Stan was already getting more pussy than he'd ever had, but he didn't tell the other stallion that. One lap dance turned into two very quickly. Two lap dances turned into four, then six, then ten. With each dance, they had a drink or two, clinking their glasses in celebration. They were both drunk off their asses, swaying in their seats in a surprisingly short amount of time. Each dance was more intense than the last, the dancers happy to grind against a couple of rich, money-throwing stallions.By the time they made it to dance number eleven, they'd spent thousands of dollars, and the dancers they hired were shoving their faces in their huge tits and grinding their fat asses against their crotches. The woman in Stan's lap even let him suck roughly on her nipple, moaning at the feeling of his large tongue on her sensitive nub.Stan came into his cock sock during every single dance. The absorbent fabrics and many layers were doing their job, and doing it well. Despite the amount of cum, sweat, and other semi-liquids building up in his pants, not a single drop leaked out.Best of all, the omega was clenching around his cock again. Over and over, he felt those hot, wet walls squeezing his cock from base to tip. It felt amazing.Stan hoped he never had to take the omega off of his cock again.
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Kit was once again thrown deep into his heat by his alpha's overwhelming scent.It was much deeper this time, stealing his entire thoughts process and leaving Kit in a floaty headspace. He couldn't think about anything. He couldn't process where he was or what was going on. All there was was the scent of alpha suffocating him, and the feeling of a knot filling him to bursting.The confines kept him right against the alpha's ball sack. Kit was only breathing through one half clogged nostril, the lack of air making him feel fuzzy and lightheaded. A large gooey gob of something rested directly over his clit, rubbing it every time the horse man moved.Kit felt a dull orgasm throb through his body every time the horse man came. He shook through so many orgasms in a row that he lost track almost immediately. It was near constant, and a miniscule part of Kit wondered exactly what the man was doing to warrant all of the gyrating hip thrusts. Weren't they in a public place? Eventually, after what had to have been hours of nonstop orgasms, the cum stuffed into his cunt and sealed inside began to leak.It first soaked the dishtowel around his hips. The fabric was soaked through quickly. Then the plastic wrap caught the hot cum. It filled slowly, the liquid creeping up Kit's bound body. Kit was neck deep in cum before it started leaking into the dirty sock. It soaked into every fabric layer one by one, until Kit was barely breathing, fully encased in alpha ejaculate.At this point, Kit would probably never not smell like his alpha again.Suddenly, something began to pull at his bindings.Kit was exposed to fresh air again by new alpha hands. When the soaked sock was pulled off of his head, he made droopy eye contact with another drunk alpha horseman."Fuck, Dude. Is that an omega??"The alpha Kit was cling wrapped to just grunted. He was leaning heavily against a bathroom stall door, clearly only somewhat aware of his surroundings. "Damn. What the hell? Ok, let's get you back home. I'm not sure what to do about this. This is even crazier than that time with the duckman." The other man seemed a little more lucid, but only a little. The new horse man then tucked Kit back into his alpha's pants, leaving him dangle freely. Kit was a little more awake now that he wasn't being suffocated by an crusty cum sock, but only just barely. He was still wrapped in plastic wrap, covered in an unholy amount of cum, and dripping from his overstuffed pussy into the horseman's pants.After a short car ride, kit felt them walk back upstairs to the alpha's apartment. As soon as they were through the door, Kit was exposed again. This time the alphas didn't speak, instead simply unwrapping Kit entirely with four clumsy hands. When the cat boy was fully unwrapped, everyone could see just how messy he was. Cum was congealing in every patch of his fur. Off-white stickiness coated him from tip to tail. He felt like he was in the middle of a mud bath, or covered in drying lotion.The new alpha carefully reached forward to touch Kit, but as soon as his hand made contact, Kit's alpha reacted explosively.The other alpha was pinned to the kitchen counter in under a minute, his arm twisted awkwardly. The man squirmed a lot, accidentally grinding his ass back against Kit's alpha. Kit was pressed against the man's ass, wedged below his tail. He didn't love being shoved against alpha ass, especially if it wasn't his own alpha's ass, but he didn't have any choice in the matter."Hold on, Man, I'm just trying to- hey!"Kit's alpha yanked the other man's pants down to his knees, cutting off his protests. Kit was shoved between the other man's crack and humped against his anus. His tiny face was smeared against the man's sweaty, dirty hole, leaving behind a trail of cum. The horse donut was larger than his head, squishing against his body hotly."Just-wait! At least let me-"Kit's alpha wasn't listening, apparently, and didn't wait for what the other man was going to say before pressing Kit's head against the other stallion's clenching hole until it gave way.In less than a second, kit was encased in hot, wet horse ass. The slime in his fur made him slip around easily once inside, but he imagined it still hurt to have an entire person shoved inside of you with no prep. He felt a little bad for this new alpha, but he had other problems.Kit ran into an issue right away. He couldn't breathe at all in the stallion's colon, no matter how hard he tried. He was only rewarded with the taste and smell of stallion shit hole. Wetness slipped into his mouth, nose, and ears. He couldn't tell if it came from him or the stallion, but he supposed it didn't matter. It was choking him to death either way.He tried scratching and biting the inside of the tight ass, but it only served to make the other man's hole twitch and spasm around Kit like it was excited. The poor catboy was panicking now, aware of how long his alpha could last when fucking his wet home. He started to give up hope, certain he would die stuffed with cock and surrounded by rythmically clenching stallion asshole. Kit felt himself going limp with exaustion and lack of air just as his alpha came inside of him again.His alpha pulled Kit out before he could fully lose consciousness, but the cat was still near lifeless where he dangled off of heavy horseman knot.Both alphas were panting. Kit could feel his alpha releasing another hot load of cum into his still stuffed cunt. More cum leaked out, dripping down the horseman's balls and into Kit's already soaked fur."Fuck dude. That was. Wow. We are definitely doing that again." Kit heard the other horse man sigh. "But not right now. Shit. Is that little guy still alive?"Kit was glanced at, but the other alpha didn't poke at him again. The catboy tried to signal that he was fine as the alphas wandered into the bedroom together, but he could barely lift his hand. It must have been enough, because the other alpha sighed in relief. The two larger men undressed and fell onto the bed together, arms smacking each other as they went down.Kit's alpha seemed to arrange the other man until kit was squished between their hips. The cat was smothered by the other alpha's smegma-filled sheath, stuck between dirty alpha cock and hot, filthy flesh.He still had an easier time breathing than in the cock sock, so he let the entire thing go, drifting off to sleep stuffed with more dick than anyone should have to handle and covered in so much cum he was nearly indistinguishable from the crusty alpha skin surrounding him.
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Stan woke up the next day with almost no memory from the night before.He was spooning Chadathan from behind, his half hard cock speared between the other man's legs. He could feel a large slimeball resting between his cock and Chadathan's ass, still wet. He wondered, did they fuck last night?It happened, but not often. They must have really gone off with their celebrations. It probably didn't help that Stan's rut was in full swing last night. He was still coming down from it. Maybe he should have another go at the sweet pussy-He paused. Where was the catboy?Stan pulled away from his friend, intent on finding the omega. He didn't have to look far. Apparently the slimeball pinned between the alphas was the cat boy.Stan winced at the state of the poor, tiny omega. He was completely coated in old cum, still sticky and wet in most places. The little guy slipped onto the bed and landed in a wet heap, startling awake. The omega yawned adorably, then glanced up at Stan.They made awkward eye contact for a while, then looked away.Stan spoke up first."Uh. Look, I'm sorry about what happened. I didn't mean to use you like that. I was a little caught up in my rut and I got carried away. Is there any way I can make it up to you?"The catboy stared at him for a second, then said, "Yeah. I want you to talk me up to our boss. Big time." The catboy paused, the continued. "And I want a bath. Then I want you to fuck me again.""What?!" Stan was gobsmacked. This guy wanted more sex?"I need to make sure it wasn't just my heat. I need to know that it actually felt that good!" The catboy held his chin high as if daring Stan to question him.Stan was confused. Did this cat really enjoy being used like a toy?"Ok. Why don't we fuck first, and then take a bath? Otherwise you'll probably just get dirty again." Stan said, trying to reason with the clearly horny omega."...Fine, but no knotting! And no sticking me in your friend's ass again. I couldn't breathe in there you know!""I'm so sorry! I really don't know what came over me!""I mean it'd be hot if I could breathe. But I don't want to die in a man's ass, you know?"."Uhh. Sure." Stan thought about it for a second. "So you're saying you'd be willing to do that again if I found a way for you to breathe?" Stan could already think of six ways to make that happen. Maybe a breathing spell? A bag of storing over the cat's head? Condom of holding and absorbtion?"Yeah, but not right now. I just want to fuck once and take a bath. Hurry it up!"Stan didn't need to be told twice. He plucked the filthy catboy off of the bed and gripped him in one hand. Cum leaked between his fingers where Stan squeezed the cat, dripping down his wrist. The little guy really was a mess, leaving a trail on everything he touched. Chadathan's ass crack was a mess where the catboy was nestled between his cheeks moments before.Stan paused just before he speared the cat on his hard, leaking horsecock. "Hang on. What's your name?""Kit. Yours?" The cat boy panted as he spoke, grinding his cunt of the head of Stan's cock."Stan." Stan stared amazed at the omega squirming on his tip, clearly begging for more with his tiny body. He couldn't believe it. How lucky. "But you can call me Alpha."Stan didn't wait for another reply before yanking the catboy all the way to the base of his needy cock. It felt just as incredible as it always did. Having his entire pole encased in hot, wet pussy was like heaven on earth.He would do anything he could to make sure he got this every day.Stan used the cat to jerk himself off for 40 minutes. It was hot, sticky, and left him a panting mess. The cat boy, Kit, started purring almost immediately, seemingly content to be roughly yanked up and down a cock larger than he was.Stan had to be careful not to slide the hot cunt over his pulsing knot. He accidentally brought Kit down a little too hard a couple of times, almost slamming him onto Stan's expanding bulbous base, but he managed to control himself. Barely.Stan eventually came in an explosion of cum. He pumped into his little cocksleeve so many times he lost count. his balls clenched so hard he felt like he might pull something in his groin. He bared his teeth, panting through them. Stan couldn't believe how amazing this all felt, and couldn't help twisting the catboy around a couple more times before he finished up.When he pulled Kit off of his cock, cum rushed out of him like a faucet, soaking the already drenched bed even more. A large portion dripped onto the sleeping alpha next to them, but he didn't stir. Chadathan always slept like the dead, and Stan found himself happy about that fact for now. He was happy to include his best friend in their sexcapades, but the omega was still his and his alone.Stan then carried Kit to the bathroom and started up the shower. He hopped in before it was warm, letting the cool water stave off his growing desire to get off inside the adorable omega all over again.When the water was warm, he began to wash Kit. Stan tried to be gentle, but the cum caked into his fur was drying and crusting, making it difficult to get out. He ended up needing to use a rough sponge to scrub it all off. The cat boy complained a little, but he didn't ask Stan to stop.Soon, they were both clean enough to pass as people. Stan, feeling bold, decided to go the extra mile and lick some extra cum out of the omega's still wet cunt. He made the cutie come around his thick muscle three times in quick succession without even trying, surprised at how easy it was to please the cat.Stan, finished rinsing, turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower with Kit wrapped tightly in a fist. He was nervous about dropping the poor thing, slick as he was now that he was squeaky clean. He couldn't imagine dropping him and losing him after coming so far.He gently set the cat down on his counter, handing him a hand towel to dry with."So, uh. You said you'd be willing to do a lot of that stuff again, right?" Stan asked awkwardly."Yeah. I mean, if you are?""Of course! That was the best sex I've ever had!" Stan was almost bouncing with happiness, waving his hands around to emphasize his words."It was really good for me too! I came so many times!" Kit said while davbing at his fur with the small towel. It looked so much larger in the tiny man's hands."I know! I loved it!"The two of them were smiling giddily at each other with the realization that they'd both really really enjoyed the sticky, perverted sex they'd had. Stan was getting more excited about it the more they talked."Let me wake up Chadathan, then I'll make us breakfast. Then maybe we can... Talk? About us?"The catboy smiled shyly. "Yeah. I'd really like that."Stan broke into a huge grin and turned toward his bedroom. He didn't know why, but this felt like the beginning of something great. His whole life was in front of him, and it looked like a lot of it would be spent having amazing sex with a cute catboy.