In the cold void of space sits a metallic sphere. A machine world created by humans to house all new and dangerous experiments. It is called Al-Stein. Its surface is covered in a cocktail of gasses that if a human breathed unfiltered would deal irreparable damage. The humans run the planet from control centers spread around in various "Cells" that make up the planets surface. Those who are not running the planets machinery live in sealed domes safe from their experiments on the outside. That is where the Inari come in. An artificial race created by the humans. Inari was not the name given by the humans instead to them you were Species-AX509. Your species are made from custom DNA strains. From head to toe your species looks as such. You have a predisposition for a blue pigment with a light pink being used for all internal structures (Mouth, genitalia, and anus). Inari have a head based on that of a feline, triangular ears, button like nose, a small snout with pin like teeth, a long prehensile tongue with a split at the tip and eyes that form a slit when tracking fast movement. Inari have a human like torso with mammaries that change based on the individuals hormones and four digigrade legs, with paws at the bottom of their legs that secrete a sticky substance for clinging to surfaces. Inari have two tails like those of a cat, long and slender. On the tip of one tail lies a small phallic growth with a knot. On the other tip is a slight opening that is highly elastic and shaped like a womb. Inari sexual equipment is highly modified. Inari are born with both male and female genitalia, their penises have a knot at their base with four large spines attached that grip the vaginal walls when the knot is inflated. The tip of inari penises have small spines on them for stimulating the female genitalia and a proboscis hidden within their scrotum that when needed is forced through their shaft out of the head of their penis. It then pierces the cervix of the womb and accurately delivers sperm to ensure insemination. The male scrotum which houses its 4 testicles is also used to secrete a scented gel like substance that reacts strongly to the reproductive center of Inari brains. They have other uses in Inari culture as well. When the male sexual equipment is not in use it is stored in a sheath. The female genitalia of the Inari are less modified then that of the male genitalia. The female genitalia consists of a vaginal opening between the scrotum and the anus, it has spines at its opening that overlap when not engaged in intercourse. These spines act as a zipper to seal the vagina against forced sex. The cervix of the Inari is able to be controlled by the individual, they can open or close it at will. The womb of the Inari is elastic and can hold many offspring, it can also be dropped to the point that the cervix is at the opening of the vagina. Most modern variants of the Inari can also use the womb and cervix as an ovipositor, where the neck of the womb can extend outward from the vagina. This pseudo-ovipositor is used for the transfer of offspring. The Inari also have six ovaries to ensure large litters, however individuals can chose how many eggs to release at a time and when to begin gestation/development.

***End of prologue***

	The Inari race is no larger in population than a herd. Probably 50 in all. You are one of the oldest races created by the humans. Made more than 100 years ago. Many races don't live that long on this planet as they either fail to escape the humans before they are disposed of or can't adapt to the planets surface. The humans are strange in there ways. They don't actively hunt there escaped projects, they only kill those they find during routine maintenance and when a species attacks them. Your herd has been living in a mess of pipes going on 3 years now, using them like the branches of a Terran tree. The humans don't come through here often as it does not house any major components for the cell, just some old pipes. You are the a newly independent Inari named Klaude, your are now 6 years of age and your family can no longer be responsible for your well being. As an independent Inari you must now find a mate and start a family per the customs of the herd.
	Starting a family is easy but finding a mate can be hard. You are unsure of the other independents around you and how receptive to a mate they are right now. First step is to find a territory of your own, you are currently in your parents territory. While it is safe it will not sit well with them to become a squatter. You start crawling around the various pipes until you find an area devoid of markings or fresh scents. You look around, it is dark but it has a variety of pipes around it. You find a nice pipe that radiates heat with a maintenance platform next to it, perfect place for activities. You can sleep like a sloth on the pipe or sleep on the maintenance platform if you are feeling luxurious (its not common to have space that is not a rounded pipe). You decide to take this place as your home, you climb around in a 50 meter radius from all directions. Rubbing your scrotum on every pipe around that is safe. You finally come to the last pipe at the edge of your territory. You turn around and press your rear on it, your dainty sack slaps against it and sticks. You then rub up and down it while releasing your musking gel. With that you have marked all your territory and told any potential mates that you are in the market for a partner. You go back to your platform and take a look at your territory, its not the best but its yours. You wait around for a while in anticipation, you hear some signature yowls of mates to be screaming there desperation into the cool air. No one has entered your territory yet. You decide to call it a night, the already dark area you call home is getting to become darker. Not a problem for your feline eyes, but your heavy eyelids tell you that you need to rest. 
	You wake up the next morning to a loud yowl nearby, you wake with a start and look around. It is a potential mate for sure, but they are not readily showing themselves? You see a flash of movement above and hear a playful noise, a taunt maybe? You are not afraid to play some games, you leap to the nearest pipe and climb up after the blur. You are on the same level as the potential mate and they stop about 20 meters away from you. They look back at you and you lock eyes, they meow seductively and taunt you again. Before you can move it bolts, leaping to pipes below. You drop down and chase after it. You find it next to the maintenance platform, looking at the platform inquisitively. As you approach it whips its head around and gives a low yowl begging for you to mount it. It watches you carefully, tense and ready to run if need be. You repeat the yowl and start swaying your tails back and forth. It repeats your tail movements, you now know its interested in you and your territory. You meow seductively and take a step forward, it tenses up and hisses at you. It takes a swipe towards you with its claws drawn. You get even lower to the pipe and sway your hips back and forth, rubbing your scrotum on the pipe as you do. As you musk on the pipe the female stares you down, with a sniff it takes in your musk and then it too begins to rub on the pipe below it. It gives a low yowl and sways its hips to-and-fro seductively. It turns around and presents its rear to you, while extending its tails at you. You take it all in, its beautiful rear. You first move your eyes from the tails down. The tails have their respective pseudo-womb and penis on them both twitching in anticipation. Just below the base of it’s tails is a small pert pucker, its a light pink and the opening to her rear. Below her rear lies your prize, it’s vaginal opening has been opened for you. The spikes quivering with need on either side of it’s opening. The entrance is glistening with lubrication and undulating with a need to be filled. Below that lies the male genitalia, a scrotum with fur matted with musking gel, four small testicles strain against the scrotum's furred skin and swell with the fertile batter waiting to be released. Finally the last thing you see is it’s furred sheath, the spined head of it’s tool poking out of the sheath and the knot with its four long barbs straining within the sheath. It’s tool rises and falls with each breath it takes, the knot slides within the sheath with each breath. You can’t wait to play with it all.
	As is customary in your heard you begin the foreplay ritual. You slowly yet deliberately walk toward it. She raises her tails and presents them to you, you follow suit.  It then awaits your move. This seemingly small detail sets a precedent for the rest of your lives as a mated pair. It is now a “she” and you are now a “him”. As is customary you start the ritual. You take your phallic tail with its meaty shaft and lubricate it with musking gel from your scrotum. You get large globs of the faintly yellow substance on your tail. You put the tip of your tail against her pseudo-womb tail, working the musky substance into the opening. She then takes your whole tail down to its knot without notice.  You flinch in surprise as she looks back at you seductively. If this is anything like how tonight goes you are in for a treat. As she works her pseudo-womb on your phallic tail you begin to lubricate your pseudo-womb. You bring it to your mouth where you use your tongue to pierce the opening in one smooth motion. From there you begin to lick every crevice and crease, sucking on the opening as you go deeper. Finally when it is dripping in saliva you present it to her phallic tail. She then suddenly spears it with her tail and inflates the knot until you are firmly stuck with your pseudo-womb stretching around her uncommonly large knot. The flesh pulses as her heart beats. You then  start working your knot against her tails opening, you wiggle it from left to right while the gel works around the knot making lewd squelching sounds as you do so. Eventually with an audible pop her pseudo-womb takes your knot in whole, you tug slightly to make sure it is not going anywhere. After your tails are locked together you both turn around and present your rears to each other. You then slowly back into each other until you can feel the heat of your genitals against one another. You can feel the heat of her snatch against your scrotum, you then drag your furred sack against her snatch from top to bottom releasing musking gel the whole way. You feel her quiver in arousal as she pushes her rear up against your junk, her musking gel dirties your fur as she rubs against you. With both of you sufficiently aroused you start the final part of the ritual. Both of you sprint away from each other as fast as you can until with a snap your tails both strain against each other. Each of your pseudo-wombs stretch to keep locked on to each others tail knots. Neither of the knots come free, this shows how strong your bond will be to each other and that you are both able to keep it together even in the toughest of times. This concludes the ritual and you both release each others phallic tails, the pseudo-wombs make a pop sound as you release each other and the wombs go back to their usual size.
End Pre-Mating Ritual
	After you are both freed from each others grasp you take a second to clean your tails and make your selves presentable. After a few minutes of quiet licking sounds  as you finish cleaning yourself, you hear her give a low needy whine. You look back to see her in a low crouch with her hind raised towards you tails flicking anxiously in waiting. Her fur is glistening with a slight shine to it, she has cleaned herself tediously no doubt. As you look at her she pees a little on the pipe below. As you get up to approach the smell hits you, she is definitely looking for you to give her some cubs. As you approach your tip starts to peek out of your sheath, its spines rough against your sheaths opening. Your knot begins to preemptively swell inside your sheath while the spines prod at the tight skin. You want her and you want her now!
	You stop short of her rear and stare at it. Your breath quick and forceful beats against her delicate fur. As you watch you can see her entrance start to drip in anticipation. As if to give you a cue she wiggles her butt from side to side and seductively drags her tails against your cheeks. With that you give her rear a sudden lick with your tongue. Your sandpaper like tongue moves from the opening of her sheath all the way up to the base of her tail. You see her shiver as you do so. She makes her point even more clear by shoves her rump against you until you nearly fall over. At this point you cant wait and neither can she.
	You start by seating your front paws into the crooks of her back legs as she crouches, your head resting against the middle of her back. She lifts up her rear as you move on top of her and places her head against the cold pipe below. As you take in the scent of her fur you begin to buck into the air. Your tool begins to work itself free from your sheath as your knot moves from the back to the tip of your sheath. Finally it strains against the opening of your sheath unable to break free unless persuaded to by your lovers snatch. You begin to work your tool around trying to find her quivering entrance. You keep hitting supple fur until you feel something like a button against your tip, you rear back and give a forceful thrust forward putting all of your power into it. She yowls in surprise as you penetrate her, yours spines dragging harshly against un-lubricatred flesh. You give a few more tentative humps until you realize you are in the wrong hole, she is writhing in discomfort with every thrust. Not wanting to hurt her further you yank your tool from her rear, dragging the spines against her inner walls until you rip your spines through her sphincter. With a yip and a small whine she flinches, but is soon rubbing against you again waiting for you to giver her what she wants. You begin humping again not deterred in the slightest, you begin working the tip downward as you thrust. You soon realize you went to far down as you feel the smooth and supple fur of her sack against your tip. She mews in need as your tip prods her sack. You begin working your way up until you feel the spines of her opening, some occasionally pierce your tip as you thrust. You move to the right and you find your prize. The silky smooth yet lubricated opening of her cunt. She yowls in delight as you touch her opening. You rear back until you cant go any further then you give a hopping thrust forward, you spear her entrance with all your might. Your hips crash into hers, your tool enters her until your knot slams into her lips in an attempt to stop you from going any further. You do this a few more times and as your shaft ravages her hole with its spines you feel it with every thrust. Your tip butting up against her inner most sanctum. Her cervix is one of two things in the way of you knotting her, the other being your knot stuck in your sheath. This will not do, most males at this point extend their proboscis to inseminate the female but you are determined to knot her by any means necessary and so you  will. On your last thrust you slam against her as hard as possible, it actually hurts. Your tip ever so slightly pushes into her cervix while your knot stubbornly butts against her lips. You then begin to walk your knot into her, you use your hind legs to push against the ground. Slowly as your move your knot left and right against her lips your sheath starts to move back on the knot, the pinkish bulb starts to become exposed as your force it through her stubborn lips. As her silky flesh envelops your knot slowly your spiny tip assaults her cervix. The spines press against her opening and begin to force it into letting your tool into her most sacred place. Then with an audible pop and a sudden lurch your tip spears her cervix violating it in a most painful way. The spines dig into the flesh as the tip suddenly scrapes past the little ring. Your knot seats firmly in place unmoving as it fully inflates, the spines dig into the flesh of her opening and ensure you will not come apart anytime soon. With your tip inside her womb and your knot thoroughly stimulated you just await her signal for you to pump her innermost sanctum full of fertile baby batter, your proboscis is already pinging of her innermost walls. She chirps in delight as you knotted her however before she allows anything further you feel her womb writhe. Then to your surprise you feel her womb consume another inch of your shaft. She slowly works her womb down your shaft until her tight cervical ring butts up against the top of your knot. You feel your balls quiver in anticipation, waiting for her signal to release it all. Instead however she looks back at you and  with a jerking motion of her head tells you to knot her cervix. You are not sure that is even possible at this point but you are not one to give up without trying. You pull back to see what you can work with but as you move so does she. she moans with every movement as your knot strains against her flesh. You are firmly knotted together and not much will change that right now. When you thrust into her you can see there is a little space but even when she strains against your knot with all she has it is not enough. Then it hits you, not a great idea but it maybe enough. You use your front legs to straddle her mid-section then without warning you rear back, pulling her along with you. As you pull her womb is dragged up into her mid-section then you do a hopping thrust home. Your muscles strain under your combined weight but your idea works. As your front legs bear down on the top of her womb and your shaft penetrates her fleshy ring you have just enough momentum to start stretching the tight ring over your knot. She whines in pain and as she looks at you you see tears beginning in her eyes. She nods for you to keep going despite this. You take a bite of her neck scruff and rear up with her firmly stuck to you. Using gravity in your favor and your legs as insurance you finally work her abused ring over your knot. With a lurch her ring settles against the root of your knot and your tip scrapes against the delicate flesh at the back of her womb. Her cervix strains against your knot and is almost enough to cut off circulation. With that you are one, she then gives you the sign. A howl wishing for insemination and the gift of a child. You release your proboscis into her womb, it pings off of the walls until you feel it. It is almost like a divot in the wall but you can feel it. The opening to her ovaries. You work your proboscis as deep as it will go and then you let it happen. Your scrotum quivers and then tightens against your testicles. The skin and inner mechanism working together to force your baby batter into her awaiting womb. The batter travels from your pert balls to your shaft, held firmly in place by your spiked knot. Then it is rather forcefully delivered through your proboscis into her womb. She can feel it as your spunk is  shot against her inner walls like a jet stream coating everything inside in a milky white goo. You feel as her womb writes, tugging on your knot ever so slightly. You know she is releasing eggs to be fertilized and that within a few months you will both be looking after a clan of your own.

end of mating part 1

	As you both contemplate your life ahead while pumping baby batter into her womb you realize the she has quite the stiffy. Her knot is straining against her sheath, the barbs practically piercing the skin. That is no way for a lady to be, so you decide to help her with that. Using your pseudo-womb tail you decide to give her some relief. First you work your tail under you and through her legs, teasingly brushing against her balls as you move. Then as you see her look back at you inquisitively you take her. In one rough motion you swallow her shaft whole with your pseudo-womb. The spines dragging against the flesh painlessly. You work it all the way until you get to her knot. It is stuck inside her sheath rather stubbornly. As you use your pseudo-womb to suckle at her cock you wrap your other tail around her sheath opening. You use your phallic tail as a tool and slowly drag back her sheath while using your pseudo-womb to push it back. Eventually your persistence pays off and with a pop and sudden motion she has tied your tail. Using your phallic tail as stimulation you strangle the base of her knot, overstimulating it until she is sighing in pain. You feel her walls tighten against your knot and her balls quiver. She mews in relief as she releases torrents of cum into your tail, inflating it to the size of a human watermelon. As you continue to milk her for all she’s got she turns her head around and gives you a lick on the cheek with a purr of satisfaction.
	As you crouch there locked together in evolution’s way of insuring insemination you realize that she is all mewing in pain as your pseudo-womb suckles on her overstimulated tool. You decide she has had enough of that and slowly begin to work your pseudo-womb off of her tool. As you pull it off of her you hear a pop and a dripping noise as your pseudo-womb takes up the area that used to be the knot again. Valuable baby batter drips onto the pipes below. You finally remove your womb off the tip of her cock and it becomes difficult to manage. It is not often you got practice controlling a tail gravid with cum. Finally you remove your phallic tail from the base of her knot. As you loosen up your grip on it she jets cum at least 3 feet in front of her. She meows in absolute harmony at the release. The tail being as difficult as it was to move you did the only thing you could think of. You carefully positioned the ballooned pseudo-womb's opening up to your opening and taking a page from your partner you slowly (takes a lot of effort) moved your womb downward to the slit of your vagina. You carefully unzipped the spines at the opening ensuring unobstructed access to your pseudo-womb. Then you slowly moved the opening of the tail around until you felt it. Two smooth rounded openings against each other. Working the pseudo-womb opening over your cervical opening was not a challenge, from there almost like a whoopee cushion you squeezed your gravid cum filled tail until all the precious baby batter was forced through the pebble sized opening of your cervix. The cum flowed like milk into your womb, splashing up against the walls until all the spunk was deposited safely into your inner sanctum. The warm feeling it gave you was like no other, it felt like taking a bath but inside out.

End of Insemintation

	As you both lay there content and bellies distended by rich and fertile baby batter. You realize something, your mate is eyeing you suspiciously. She is making strange movements and keeps rubbing her sheath on the pipes below. She keeps bumping her head into your chin almost as if to say get off of me. That is impossible though, you are firmly knotted in her cervix with your spines threatening to pierce her sensitive walls at the most moderate of tugs. That is unless..? If you were to go on to your back that would be different, you would have nothing to hold on to but if shes asking for it there has got to be a reason why. You oblige your new mate and as carefully as possible you sit up straight on your hind legs and then fall backward onto the pipe behind you. Her tails lay lightly against your sheath now and your rump is now below her sheath. She is slightly elevated as your knot is straining against her walls pulsing slowly as your heart beats and you balls push spunk into an already full womb. It is not the most comfortable position but you do as she says, at least for now. As she is lying there you see her front-left paw moving toward her crotch. You wonder why until… something butts up against your rump? Pay back for earlier maybe? She does penetrate your rump but only for the first inch, the spines are like needles against your sphincter. It is uncomfortable but you deal with it thinking she is going to  take it even farther. She then suddenly pulls it from your rear as if it was on fire. The sudden yank made the barbs dig in and yank on your inner flesh. Preparing for another rough entry you wince but nothing comes. That is until you feel her spiny tip butting against your closed slit, the spines are zipped shut and she is rubbing her spines against them in protest. You look at her with questioning eyes, she looks back and mews playfully. Thinking she cant do any worse you let her in, before you can even open all the way she shoves it in as far as her current position allows. Roughly three inches of spiny shaft scrape at your silky walls, scarring them. You are not used to being entered like this and are unsure of what to do next. That is not yours to decide however as she pushes your rear up with a combination of her tool and your knot stuck in her snatch. This allows for the prior geometrical issues to be remedied. She now has the full ability to penetrate your delicate snatch and she does just that. She lifts you up by your knot and then slams you down trying to penetrate you as far as she can. Her knot squelches against your lips begging for entry. Every time she slams you down she then gyrates her hips around in a circle, her spines stimulating your walls with every go around. It is rather rough on you and your back but the feeling is sending shock waves around your body. Her tool is not large but your tight passage being filled with her tool is unbearable. She loves being rough with you. Finally you feel her tapered tip hitting your cervix. Her spines are battering it with every push. She wants in but you are not sure you have what it takes to deal with that pain. Just as you are thinking of how to prevent this she looks at you with puppy dog eyes, and is begging to be let it. Who are you to deny her. After every thrust she gets closer and closer to your opening. Not wanting to wait in anticipation your lurch your womb toward her in-between thrusts. You feel her tip stop at the top of her stroke spines tearing at your walls, she then pauses for a second before slamming it home with the full weight of her body behind it. Her spines glide against your walls, tip speeding towards her goal. You feel a flash of pain inside you, stars blur your vision and her spines grip at your tight ring. Her tip has just made it through and you mew in pain, tears come to your eyes. Her spines strain your ring trying to keep hold but she tears them from the ring, she pistons back and then slams home again. Your walls give and her knot with spines and all grabs hold of your flesh. It pop’s into place straining your lips and piercing your walls. She is in now, her shaft is about 2 inches into your womb full of old spunk. Your cervical ring is now pulsing on her shaft beaten and battered. You wait for her to begin pumping fresh spunk into your awaiting womb but nothing happens. When you open your tear streaked eyes and look at her she is waiting there expectantly. At first you have no idea what she wants until you feel it. The root of your knot pulsing against her cervix. You could not possibly do it, it is too much to ask. She sees your reserved look and as if to urge you on she tightens her womb against your shaft, your spines poking at her walls. You can not deprive her of what she gave you, as such you continue on. You start by slowly working your abused ring down her shaft, as you work towards the base it gets bigger. It your ring pulses in pain as your cervix stretches wider the more you go down. Until finally you meet it, the top of her knot. It is pulsing in arousal when you finally touch it. With every pulse you wince in pain as your ring strains. At this point she looks at you and chirps in excitement at knotting your cervix. You however are unsure of how to do this, she cant help you and so just as you worked her cervix onto your knot you have to do for yourself. You start by flexing your cervix and then slowly using your front paws you knead your stomach. It causing you blinding pain as you slowly work your cervix over her knot. You thought nothing could be worse until you feel her spined tip pressing at the top of your womb. The spines are poking into your delicate flesh, scarring it and making it pulse in pain. That was not the worst though, that happened after you got over the halfway point. She lurched down and in one foul swoop forced your cervix over her knot and spunk to spurt from the sudden displacement, the spines on her knot stretched your flesh to the limit. Threatened to pierce the supple flesh at the lightest tug and caused you pain like having a needle through your abdomen. Your cervical ring then set up tightly against the root of her knot, throbbing in pain after every pulse of her knot. As you laid there in pain you feel something tap against your inner walls in quick succession. You then realize she wants access to your ovaries, again you must oblige. You open up the tunnels to your ovaries and no sooner does her proboscis enter them. Your tunnels are already flooded with spunk and you assume she can’t do anything more to them. Of course you were wrong, she does nothing to the tunnels but instead fills every ovarie like a water balloon with spunk. You feel the warm liquid pumped into each one until you feel a pinching sensation indicative of a full ovarie. She then mewed in delight and flopped onto the pipe below. Using her knot like leverage against her balls she ensured she pumped every last bit of baby batter into my womb. Bloating me to the point that my stomach was touching my lungs.

End of Mating Part 2

	Unable to control the liquid inside my gravid form as I laid there I shifted to the right, the fluid sloshed around inside me and threw me off balance. On my back I slid of the pipe in a panic. Awaiting my unknown death below I was surprised when I felt both my knot and hers strain against the flesh holding us together. She had managed to cling to the pipe above, however my heavy cum filled form proved to be difficult. I was also not spared any amount of pain. My heavy form enabled the spines within me and those of my knot to puncture their surrounding flesh. Ensuring an irreversible connection until our knots deflated. Blood from the spines and the cum in our wombs mixed, a sort of blood/cum pact if you will. As I swung from my mate, firmly affixed to her rear she did all she could to get us on the pipe again. Eventually by using our tails and some of the sticky goo from our paws we were able to right ourselves. We then laid out on our pipes and settled in for a night stuck to one another. To ensure no repeat of the falling scenario we both used our phallic tails to wrap around ones rear foot and then roughly inserted into the others rump knot per-inflated. Hers was less per-inflated and more fully inflated, took about 4 tries but she beat it into my sphincter (that's not coming out easy). We then sat there and waited for sleep. Both of us feeling the heartbeat of each other through our knots along with the expectation of children at every pulse of our balls. I laid there with the cum of my mate warming me from inside out and with the knowledge that we were not coming undone any time soon.

End of revision of Part 1 Inari Chronicles

A little something Extra
	You wake the next morning hanging from the pipe with your mate affixed to your rear. As you wait for her to wake you realize how large you both got in the night. You are still pumping rich and fertile baby batter into each other. You both have stomachs at least 4 feet across. Once your mate wakes for the day you realize she is not up to fixing the situation. She did it last night and now it is your turn. You begin by removing your phallic tail from her without warning and with knot fully inflated. You then wrap it around the pipe to get a foot hold. You then utilize your sticky paws to cling onto the pipe. All the while your mate is perfectly content with hanging from her/your knot. With every sway you alternate who’s spines hurt who. Its annoying but there has to be a reason why, or maybe there isn’t. Hard to say with her. Finally you have up-righted yourselves with no help from her, if anything she was a distraction as she knot fucked your anus with her phallic tail. With that out of the way you decide its time to go on with your daily business (hunting, marking, etc.). Your mate however is having none of it. She wont even make a move for herself. Instead you have to strain your knot against her cervix to pull her along. It is not optimal for ease of movement and you can’t deal with this all day. In a desperate plea you ask if maybe she would like to be carried on your back. She agrees but not in the way you though she would she lies across your back with both of your knot roots straining against each others scrotum. As you cant walk with just that alone you both agree to wrap your tails around each other and then use your knots to lock them in place. Every step is like being drunk and unable to control your balance. With two gravid cum filled Inari and only one doing the work it took forever to get anything done. Finally after four hours of agonizing walking her knot deflated enough to suddenly pop free of my cervix, it got caught on the spines of my opening (had them partially zipped). As her knot came free it felt like hoover dam burst. Cum and a little blood came rushing from my over filled womb. I let it drain until my womb was back to normal size, then I closed it off and let what was left ruminate. She Yipped in delight as her knot came smacking back to the sheath. As it deflated further her sheath slowly swallowed it up until finally her spiny tip slipped back into its protective sheath. We then undid our tails and she got off my back. Before I could do or say anything more she put her back paws on my rump and pulled. My knot strained against her flesh as she pulled. The barbs gripped at her flesh and she whined in pain. I began to tug away from her as well, slowly her flesh began to give. Her lips strained as the knot slipped free. Then with a pop out came the knot with the cervix still attached. Her bloated womb was sticking out of her lips and threatened to come all the way out. Before that could happen I used my phallic tail to pull her cervix off my knot. She whined as it stretched over the knot but as soon as it was over the knot it popped free and a torrent of cum rushed from her cervix. She let it flow until no more would come freely. She then stuffed her rear in my face and had me lick it clean. My tongue had no problem going through her abused ring, once inside I did my best to lick and suck out any remaining spunk. She mewed as I sucked on the pink sock that was her womb. Once thoroughly cleaned I put her womb back in place using my Phallic tail. From there we both walked back to our resting place and got ready for the next day.