Brotein
Magnus (c) his owner, written by Charn 2024
Magnus emerged from the boisterous men's locker room, his presence immediately commanding attention from the other patrons of Bulges Gym. A colossus among wolves, he stood head and shoulder over the other gym goers, a dark-furred Adonis pelted in thick black fur with golden accents. His powerful arms swung, an undersized white muscle shirt strapped across flexing pectorals just enough to cover his thick black nips. A golden, brassy explosion of fur across his chest dipped into that shirt, emerging down beneath it, just at his revealed navel, as it snaked across his taut belly and then down into the poor, straining blue nylon of the wolf's overburdened gym shorts. 


There was a running bet, daily, as to whether or not the wolf's shorts would last his entire workout. They rarely lasted a full week, and Magnus had taken to buying cheap flimsy shorts in bulk rather than contend with the cost of maintaining fabric that was simply not built for a wolf of his strength and stature. His current pair was on day three, and they were already fighting valiantly to encompass the sheer mass of his endowments, with a thick curve of soft, flaccid cock pressed tautly against the shining fabric. The stitching along the pouch was already yielding, and coarse black fur was jutting out through the exposed seam on either side of the huge package. The fabric simply couldn't handle two vectors of tension; the thick bulk of sheath pushing forward, and the dense, oblong bulges of the wolf's titanic testes pushing downwards. Magnus' prized testicles were each the size and roughly the shape of a mango, the left one hanging down loosely under the right, both of them seeming too tightly gripped to be comfy to the big stud wolf. Magnus was used to being crammed into too-small packages, though. At least it kept his balls from getting caught in the gym equipment.  


Big Stud Magnus sauntered through the crowd of treadmill-jockeys, kettlebell squatters and butterfly press bunnies, slapping a bull on the ass as he did lifts, ruffling up the head fur of a fox as they did bicep curls. He enjoyed the peeks that the other gym goers were giving him, he enjoyed how they tried to hide their stares by pretending to look at their phones. He knew the soft 'clicking' sounds of camera shutters as people attempted to subtly capture some fuel for their spank banks for later. 


"Damn, Magnus," he heard from the throng of cardio freaks panting away on the treadmills to his left. "How do you even walk with all that shmeat stuffed in your shorts?" The jest almost covered the awe. Almost. The envy hung in the air as the question allowed others, those pretending not to have noticed, the chance to stare between the wolf's legs. He turned towards his admirers, resting his fists on his hips and puffing out his chest with a toothy grin.


"Carefully," he said with a wink, his voice deep and rich and bassy, warm with an easy going friendliness. He was not ashamed of the obviousness of his masculinity; it was merely a part of him, and deserved all of the attention and admiration that the rest of him deserved as well. People loved his bulge. He could feel it, when he entered the gym, it just seemed like everyone perked up, started working harder, sweating and panting. Perhaps it was to catch his attention, or perhaps it was just his body inspiring them to push themselves further in their own journeys of physical perfection. It didn't really matter, but the end result was that Magnus was the unofficial mascot of the gym, the ambassador of peak health that was always available for the others to use. 


Magnus strode past the free weights, giving head nods and fist bumps to the faces he recognized, and friendly whoops of encouragement to those he didn't. He was going to start his own reps in a bit, but he wanted to make sure that everyone else was getting along and pushing themselves before he started really sweating.


He found a damsel in distress at the free weights, as expected. Hooves was a zebracorn - a unicorn with the markings of a zebra. He wasn't as tall as many of the other equines at the gym, his build focused more on sleekness and agility than brute strength, and it seemed he was always over extending, biting off more than he could chew as he struggled to bulk up.


"Hooves, what is this?" Magnus teased, as he strolled up to the equine. Hooves was straining, each of his stripes curved, flexing as he pushed at the bar that was clearly overloaded. The zebra's hooves were on the ground as he laid back on the bench, and the shirtless equine's chest and arms were bulging with exertion. "You know you can't handle that much weight. Especially without a spotter. Do I need to spank you?"


Hooves grunted, as the wolf slipped into position at the head of the machine, his voice tinged with annoyance. "I'm a unicorn, Magnus, I can do whatever the fuck I want." He whickered as he felt his head nudged to the side, the wolf's thigh bumping against his horn as he settled into place. "Dude, watch the horn!"


"Oh, right, sorry Hooves," Magnus chuckled, as he lifted his leg up to better straddle the unicorn's head. "I'm always forgetting that that thing is actually there. I keep thinking it's your dick."


Hooves blushed, his cheeks reddening as the wolf's thighs loomed over his head, the wolf's huge bulge dangling directly over his eyes. He could see the massive bulge of the wolf's nuts, stretching the fabric taut, demanding to tear free and hang loosely between his legs. "Not cool, predator. You know it's against the rules to make jokes about... about predation at the gym. Friendly work out environment and everything."


"Yeah, I know, but I also know that you regenerate your junk, like... a lot. Remember last month? That lion in the sauna?"






"He said he wanted to swallow me meat, I had no idea he was going to be literal," Hooves protested, as the wolf's hands lifted up on the bar slightly, giving the unicorn just enough of a reprieve to begin his workouts. He huffed as he pushed the weight up, and enjoyed the strain as he lowered it again.


"Uh huh. And the bear in the hot tub the month prior?" Magnus teased, shifting his feet further apart to better center his weight, helping the zebracorn with his weights. The stripes along his chest and belly were always pleasant to watch as they shifted over the muscles underneath.


"He... said he wanted to .... get my rocks off... and I was horny...." Hooves protested. Magnus' bulge was suddenly closer, and the unicorn's snout rubbed against the underside of that straining blue nylon. It was ... warm. Solid. He groaned, his own red trainers bulging as his black horse cock began to extend out of his sheath. It wasn't something he could really help, the warm, pleasant musk of the wolf was intoxicating.


"You're ALWAYS horny, Hooves," Magnus teased. He could feel the zebra's breath against the underside of his package, and he knew that the zebra wanted a piece of him. His eyes flitted to the zebracorn's shorts, where a couple inches of horse dick was jutting out of one leg, laying on the bench between the silly equine's thighs. "Oh, jeez, seriously? You're throwing wood?"


Hooves always threw wood, when Magnus helped him, and Magnus enjoyed teasing him about it.


"It's not my fault... your balls smell so good," Hooves complained, pausing before starting his next ref and rubbing his wide nostrils along the underside of those heavy dangling balls. "When are you gonna let me have some of them? You know I've been on my best behavior..."


"That means nothing, coming from you," Magnus laughed. "And you know I'm off limits. Alex owns my cock and balls, and he doesn't share."


"He should," Hooves pouted. He resumed his workout, but as he strained his chest and arms, he also craned his neck, pushing more insistently against the wolf's nuts. "Your musk is so intoxicating, I need you to give me a hot injection of your virility. It's for my gains, that's all! It's not cheating if it's for gains. Just ask him."


"Uh huh, I'm sure that if he wasn't on a month long business trip that he'd be happy to come in and have a talk with you about it," Magnus teased. He rolled his hips slowly, rubbing his nuts against the squirming zebra's snout. It was harmless fun, really. Lots of guys seemed to be inspired with the scent of the wolf's potent manhood on their cheeks. Being scent marked by Magnus was a badge of honor, really. 






"What, Alex isn't even in town and you're still playing hard to get?" Hooves pretended to be offended. "You're just jerking off at home? WHen you could be using me as a fleshlight?"


"Pfft, not even. I like saving up. It's been three weeks since I last got off. Saving up for Alex is fun, and I like the way it makes my groin feel so... heavy. Thick. Puffy." Magnus let out a growl, grinding down more insistently against the zebra's snout. Hooves was unabashedly erect now, nearly two feet of black horse dick pinned against the inside of his leg, throbbing and leaking as the stallion grunted and huffed wolf musk. "You should try it, sometime. The not getting off, I mean."


"I think I will," Hooves said. His mind was in turmoil, the ripe spice of Magnus' groin infusing his brain with the delicious, dizzying rush of poppers crossed with incense. He had always wanted Magnus, but this was just obscene, that he was just blatantly offering himself like this but refusing to let Hooves have a piece. It wasn't fair. 


Hooves only realized what he was doing, as he did it. He tilted his brow down, and angled his horn upwards, so that the length of it goosed up against the wolf's taint. A surge of glittering, sparkling unicorn magic pulsed up the length of it, from the crown of his skull and down that polished, twisting length, surging up directly into the wolf's perineum. Magnus stiffened as he felt a tingle surge through his groin, infusing quickly into his spine and up into his brain. 


The metal weight was slotted into place on the bench, not a moment too soon, as Magnus stopped responding for a moment.  His body slouched, tail wagging slowly, the tip brushing along the floor. The wolf's eyes glazed over. The wolf's tongue lolled out the left side of his mouth, his arms releasing the secured bar and falling limp at his sides, and the growing spot of precum that was already staining the front of his underwear blossomed, widening into a large stain. Magnus, Hooves knew, would have no idea that he was suddenly precumming - or that his cock was uncoiling, the pinned hose struggling to stiffen in its tight elastic prison. Hooves knew just how to help with that, though.


"What's wrong, Magnus? Cat got your tongue?" Hooves teased. He shouldn't have zonked the big wolf, he knew that, but he DID zonk him, and, well, that was that. The wolf's brain was suppressed, as fey unicorn magic created an illusion in the wolf's mind, giving him the idea that he was still helping Hooves with his exercise. The big wolf was partially here, and partially in a world of his own imagination. What this meant, in a purely practical way, was that Hooves was finally, finally going to get his hands on that forbidden wolf meat.


"Come on, big guy, let's get you out of these," Hooves coo'd, his voice warm velvet against the wolf's subdued senses. He knew that Magnus could hear him, but in the way you could hear a television playing while you were taking a nap. It was there, in the background, but not something worth thinking about or listening to. He reached up, to cup against the warm bulk of the wolf's precum-staind bulge, groaning in lust as he got to feel the big stud's manhood. 


Oh, his balls were packed, and even if they didn't feel bloated and dense and hard and ripe against his palms, he could feel the masculine vim that they were absolutely stuffed full of, all that latent sexuality that hadn't been able to be drained off in several weeks. How could anyone expect Hooves not to have his fill of such an intoxicating treat? Magnus had nobody to blame for what Hooves was going to do to him, except himself, the cocky pent up bastard.


The zebra's palms kneaded and shifted against the soft fabric. Hooves wanted those balls, not the bulge, but he could tell with how tight the leg of the gym shorts were stretched around the lupine's colossal thighs that there was no way they were going to slip out the normal way. His fingers traced along the straining, stretched seams of the blue nylon, instead. That was all it took, really. With the wolf's cock thickening, and the even-larger bulk of his pent up testicles, the shorts failed. The seam that connected the bulge of his shorts to the left thigh yielded, unzipping abruptly, and lifted up and away with the bulk of a cock that strained to erect. With nothing cupping under his balls, Magnus' huge mangoes flopped free. 


Hooves gasped in delight at the sheer weight of the heavy balls, as they flopped  across his snout. His nostrils were abruptly covered by the warm, tacky, sharp musked back of the wolf's naked skinned scrotum, and the mangoes slid on either side, resting along the sides of his snout and along his lips. He could feel the weight of both, pushing together, and as he opened his mouth the scrotum flossed between his lips, between his teeth, cutting down on to his tongue. They were so heavy, even for their size. How could a wolf’s testicles be so dense?


Hooves reached to press his palms against the naked scrotum itself, feeling the heat of the testicles against his skin as he pressed his paws against each one directly. He ground them against his cheeks, groaning as he pushed the balls upwards, rubbing them against the bridge of his snout. The left one was noticeably larger, the rounded egg extending just a bit further along his fingers than the right, though they were both so impressively large. Hooves had played with a lot of males, including bulls and dragons, and these might be the biggest ones he had had the chance to handle, certainly proportionately. 


It made him so hard, knowing that he could do whatever he wanted with these magnificent specimens. He turns his head, his soft lips puckering to kiss and slurp against the wolf's heavy left testicle. He stuffed it inwards with his palm, pushing it against his lips, feeling the pressure of the wide bulk against his smooth teeth. They were so firm, so densely packed and ripe. Hooves couldn't help but think of them as the mangoes that they rivaled in size. Juicy, swollen, fleshy but with a solid pit. He opened his mouth wider, and shoehorned the left nut in. His lips stretched, tight around the bulk of the underside of the wolf's gland, and he suckled on it wantonly.


Hooves was hard, now, his shaft jutting, oozing slick precum against the side of his knee. Magnus was drooling, too - his cock was partially unfurled, still stuck in a downwards bulging curve along the ruptured crotch of his gym shorts, but precum was drooling in thick syrupy strands from the end of that bulge, and into the folds of the stretched neck of the wolf's generous scrotum. 
His flat teeth grazed the tender skin, the sheer size of the orb overwhelming his oral capacity. A low moan reverberated through his throat, vibrations of raw desire pulsating against the wolf’s sensitive flesh.


Magnus remained a statue above him, muscles rippling unconsciously, lost in the depths of his trance. Hooves could do anything to Magnus, right now. Each attempt sent shivers coursing through the big wolf’s frame, precum beading like jewels along the fabric stretched around his throbbing length, yet no sign of comprehension crossed his blissfully vacant expression. He stood there, towering and magnificent, surrendering his most prized assets to the zebracorn's insatiable hunger without so much as a twitch of protest. 
Hooves savored every ounce of flesh that he managed to cram between his straining lips. These balls were so vulnerable, so potent but so tender. He could rip the wolf's balls from his body, or lay them on top of a gym machine's weights, and drop them on top. He could ruin them. Crush them. Splatter them.


The more he thought about just how vulnerable the massive eggs were, the more excited he was getting. Hooves couldn't get more than half of it in his mouth, the huge nut wedged firmly between his jaws, his teeth pressing firmly into the hard, solid flesh. He clenched his jaws, grinding them together. It was like trying to bite a gobstopper in half. The hot flesh was as solid as a rock between his dull, flat teeth. He grunted, breath streaming from his nose, and let his jaws relax. He could crush them into paste, if he wanted to. But, as much as he savored this feeling of power over the huge handsome wolf, the compulsion to dominate and destroy was far, far outweighed by the need to pleasure, and supplicate.

He didn't have to destroy. He could savor. Empowered by the heavy scent of masculinity and the lack of response from his hypnotized workout partner, Hooves's mouth became a sanctuary for Magnus's massive orbs. The zebracorn’s tongue danced across the tender skin, tracing the contours of the swollen testicles with an almost reverent attention to detail. Each gentle tug and pull of his lips sent vibrations through the weighty sac, the sensation juxtaposed against the strain of iron he pressed above him. As he pushed the barbell upwards, his jaw worked tirelessly, relishing in the forbidden texture of his companion's manhood.


Hooves was in his element, emboldened by the silence that hung between them—a silence punctuated only by the clink of metal and the moist sounds of indulgence. His flat teeth grazed against the sensitive flesh, his tongue scouring against the soft, smooth, tacky flesh of the scrotum. The skin was soft and thin, stretched for so long, so tightly around the oversized egg inside it. Hooves felt the weight of the barbell burning in the muscles of his chest, his arms, as he pushed weights while he suckled on Magnus' nut like a teat.


"Looks like you've bitten off more than you can chew, Hooves," a masculine voice crooned out from nearby. Hooves opened his eyes again, the bright overhead lights glaring in his eyes as they refocused on the other gym goer who was standing next to Hooves, grinning down at him. The gray and white furred wolf was smirking down at Hooves, his arms folded, but the zebracorn could see that he was holding an iPhone in his right hand. clik.


Meeper. The wolf was groping himself with his other hand, kneading his own package as he took more glamor shots of the handsome zebra fawning over Magnus' nut. "You like that, slut? You like the taste of a real man in your mouth?"


Hooves loved it. He didn't bother to stop chewing, kneading the heavy egg between his teeth. If anything, knowing that Meeper was jealously watching all the attention Magnus was getting spurred him on, and he slurped wetly at the heavy egg. His wide equine tongue stroked out, scraping drooling precum from the soft flesh, and then he pulled his lips back, so that the other wolf could watch those thick, dull teeth sink into the flesh of Magnus nut.
"Jesus, Magnus, he's really going to town on you..." Meeper said. He stroked his own bulge, his fingers curling around a thick slab of meat, and he shook his head in appreciation. "You aren't even phased? Damn, what a stud. I'd be howling if a dude was treating my nuts like bubble gum."


Hooves considered telling Meeper about his little secret, but decided against it. Let Meeper wonder just how into having his nuts pulped Magnus actually was. Hooves was willing to share, after all. There was more than enough Magnus to go around. For now, though, Hooves was keeping the big wolf stud, just for himself.


"Well, better hurry up," Meeper said. He reached down, crouching to grip Hooves' cock and giving it a single slow, firm squeeze. "You know Carmella is on duty, and she'll slice your nuts off herself if she catches y'all fucking around like this." The wolf's grip was firm, and Hooves' glans distended down, crushed between strong fingers before inflating back up. "I forgot how fun it is to fuck around with you, Hooves."


Hooves groaned, his balls clenching as the wolf manhandled him so openly. He watched as Meeper reached past his nose, and curled fingers into the ripped bulge of Magnus' shorts,brushing it away. The thick, straining length of Magnus' meaty shaft flopped upwards, and Meeper grasped his hand around the knot of it. "Holy fuck, look at this shmeat. Never seen you fully hard, Magnus. Well done, you represent our species well."


Magnus said nothing, his eyes half lidded, his tail wagging slowly behind him, and after looking up and waiting for a response for a moment, Meeper refocused his attention on the cock in his hand. "Shit, Hooves, he's nearly as long as you are."


Meeper stroked the wolf, slow and easy, feeling that hot flesh buck and throb in his grasp. "Damn, dude, you're ready to pop, aren't you?" He knelt down, next to the two, as Hooves slowly gnawed and chewed on Magnus' nut. He held that cock up, gripping around the tip and pinching down, holding it like a fisherman might hold a prized fish, and snapped another pic of this. He made sure to get Magnus bliss-doped expression in it, the angle making the already impressive cock look even bigger in his gray furred fingers. 


"Yeah, you're gonna get banned for sure," Meeper teased. He gave one more stroke, grinning up at Magnus, but there was something off in the way the wolf wasn't looking back, not even responding other than with the twitch and throb of his cock. "I'll, um... leave you to it. Hit me up if you got any milk left after this slut's done with you, Maggie boy," the wolf said. He watched for a moment longer, then sauntered away, a thick ridge of an erection jutting down his own pants leg.


Hooves was fine with getting caught by Carmella. He was not fine with letting Magnus out of his mouth. Each graze of enamel against tender skin sent tremors through Hooves' body, his arousal mounting by the second. The heavy scent of Magnus's masculinity filled his nostrils, a heady perfume that stoked the flames of his desire. As he embraced the iron load above, pushing his muscular form to its limits, the threat of truly taking a bite, of feeling the wolf's prized possessions pulp beneath his strength, sent a shiver up his spine.


The fantasy consumed him, a crescendo of carnal craving. In his mind's eye, he envisioned the act, the savage joy of rending flesh between his teeth. He could feel the big stud's nut just pulping, rupturing across his tongue, spilling its load. Hooves had that power over him. He could deny the world from ever being able to partake in Magnus' powerful masculinity, ever again. Shit, he could just do it, here and now. He could castrate Magnus. The thought alone was enough to push him over the edge, and without warning, his control snapped like an overstretched rubber band.


Hooves gasped, his body tensing, every muscle fiber standing out in stark relief against his striped hide. With a guttural groan that echoed throughout the gym, his two-foot black horse cock twitched violently. In a volcanic eruption of release, his seed jetted forth, splattering across the padded bench seat, streaks of white coating the touch blue vinyl in a testament to his overwhelming climax. As he came, he bit down, feeling his teeth sink into the hard flesh. Not through it, but pressing in, bruising the flesh. Fuck, even crushing his jaws together at full strength, he was barely able to dent the big ball. Magnus' potent virility was nearly indestructible.


Nearly. But Hooves was a unicorn, and he could find a way. WOULD... find a way. The stallion's cock twitched, pulsing thick, musky loads out onto the bench, as Magnus' gazed across the room up above. His thoughts were pleasantly thick, rolling through molasses, as the squirming equine between his legs came from chewing on one of his balls. Around them, the world of grunts and groans continued, weights clanking and treadmills whirring with the thumps of dozens of runners. Hooves, panting and spent, slackened his grip on the barbell, his chest heaving as he savored the afterglow of his powerful orgasm. Magnus stood above, still lost in his trance, his own potent sexuality undiminished even as his companion reveled in the aftermath of ecstasy. The air hung heavy with the scent of their combined virility, a silent witness to the raw, unrestrained dance of masculine energy that had just played out.






"I think you need to go to the showers," Hooves heard. A feline voice. Female, and growling more than purring. Fuck. His shaft throbbed one last time, and he winced as he felt the sagging length of it rest in his own slimy puddle. No doubt it was spread all down the length of the bench and a foot or two beyond it, a white musky puddle of zebra cum. Magnus hadn't cum, not yet, though his trapped dick had managed to push the crotch bulge up and was now jutting upwards at full attention, slick with drooling, oozing, syrupy precum. It twitched, knotted and ready to sink into a warm, gripping hole, ready to spurt its seed. Of course, Magnus wasn't going to cum, not until Hooves told him to, that was the power of fey magic like his. 


"Carmella," the zebra said, spitting the mouthful of nut out. It swung down, resting on his horn, on the other side of his brother. The sudden tug of weight brough the wolf's cock down with a slap against his nose, splashing him with cooling precum across his cheek and brow. "I, um.."


"You just came all over my weight bench. Pick up your shit and go to the showers, now, or I'm going to have a zebra rub decorating the back of my Jeep." the pantheress said. She was slim, trim, tight and muscular. Her thick pelt accented the curves, but did nothing to soften her. 


"Yes, of course, sorry Carmella," Hooves murmured. He paused, realizing that if he sat up, he would break the spell he had on Magnus, which was based on being in physical contact with him. So, he focused for a brief moment, sending a command into the wolf's body, a command module that would set the wolf's mind into place, should he hear the words. "I'll clean this up-"


"No, get to the showers. I can't believe you, Hooves, how many times are you going to have sex in my gym? Do you want to get banned?"


"You can't ban me, you know I'm too good for your business," Hooves said, standing up. He didn't bother trying to tuck himself away; the length of his cock made that impossible. It hung down, along the inside of his leg, still drooling cum. "This wasn't.. planned though. I just couldn't help it."


"Uh huh, you aren't the first to try to get it on with Magnus," Carmella said, as she pushed at the wolf's shoulder. Magnus followed Hooves, the wolf's eyes still glassy, still grinning that goofy smile with his cock ragingly hard. "But this is the first time I've seen him respond. Jesus, Magnus, aren't you married?"


Magnus turned his head to her, staring at her with a vaguely quizzical look, as Hooves quickly reached over and grasped his dick by the knot, leading him towards the showers. 


"Magnus just needed to help inspire me to push my limits, Carmella. He's fine, Alex is fine, we're all fine. I'll... I'll fill you in with the details after I clean up. Sorry! Tah!" The zebra paused, to make sure that Magnus was still deep in the zonk. He was. Glancing back, he waved to Carmella, who was squinting at the two of them as they walked to the shower. Dodged that bullet.


Carmella watched them go. She was trying to think of something to say, but all she could do was stare at the huge, muscular wolf sauntering away from her. There was something about him that she couldn't place her fingers on , but as she stared at his wide, powerful shoulders, and his long, muscular back, she keened to have the excuse to put her fingers on him. His ass begged to be gripped and squeezed, that tail wrenched upwards and dived into, and those balls...


She could see them, dangling low and heavy between his thighs as he walked away, monstrous, huge balls, powerful testaments to virility. How could a wolf be so well endowed? Was he taking supplements? Some kind of surgical enhancements? Or was it true what the other gym trainers said, that he was all natural? Yes, they talked about Magnus. Frequently. There was even a small bulletin board with pictures of him, skimmed from people's posts on the internet and security cam. One of the trainers had even stolen one of the wolf's jocks from his locker when he was out exercising. The jumbo himbo was on everyone's bucket list, but up until today, he had been elusive, strictly monogamous. Carmella's fangs glinted hungrily. She was going to have the first pick.


"First, let's strip you down the rest of the way. Sorry about your shorts, bud, but..." Hooves gestured, helplessly. "Actually, I'm not. I know you wear flimsy shorts just to show off your huge package. You had it coming." The zebra chastised the wolf, as he helped peel the shirt up over his thick chest, and then pulled the ruined shorts down his powerful thighs.


Magnus hardly registered the removal of his shorts, nor the cool tile under his paws as Hooves guided him into an open shower stall. Water cascaded over them both, the droplets merging with the precum that adorned the wolf's hefty length. But Magnus felt only the echo of arousal, his body betraying him with its eager response while his mind floated in a serene void, unmoored from reality. He was aware, vaguely, that he was being handled, but there was nothing in his mind that responded to that awareness. It was something to deal with later.


The water from the shower head was not immediately warm, as it shot out and cascaded down Magnus' side, belly and thighs. The cold water would have snapped anyone out of their reverie, but the big wolf kept staring forward at the far wall, his sense of self drifting further and further away even as Hooves' paws slid against his belly, stroking the water through the fur. His length hung down, naked, with the warming water sluicing down its length. It should have been retracting from the cold wetness, but instead it was extending, thickening and lowering as blood rushed to it. Despite not quite being aware of what Hooves was doing, every touch of the unicorn against his flesh was electric, and his soggy fur bristled with goosebumps at the caress of fingers against the warm flesh of his inner thighs. His nipples tightened as the unicorn cupped up  between those soggy thighs, feeling at last the weight of those two large, ovoid eggs between them.


"I've been wanting to do this for months, Magnus," Hooves teased, knowing that the wolf wasn't going to respond. The unicorn's experienced hands explored the sheer size and bulk of the contours of Magnus' testicles, fingers tracing along the gold and black fuzz that adorned them as the water of the shower heated up around them. 
He could feel the slight indentations of his teeth from earlier, but despite crushing his nuts between his jaws with all his strength, they seemed none the worse for wear. Steam billowed from the stall, as Hooves knelt down, his sensitive nose close to the sweet-musk'd length of the wolf's cock as it jutted through the air in front of him. Hooves was reverent as he gently kneaded, palpating the heavy eggs, one per palm, fingers stretched but unable to fully wrap around the massive testes. Such an indulgence. "Alex is one lucky husky, but Alex is away, and I just can't bear to think that all this fresh wolf seed is going to waste. So I think that, for here and now, anyways, you're going to be mine, instead."


Hooves paused, glancing around the shower room, but the other occupants were all deep in their own thoughts. The sound of the water and the obscuring nature of the steam meant that Hooves and Magnus could enjoy themselves with only the hint of scandal, which was excellent, because Hooves was going to gorge himself on this wolf stud.


He looked up at  Magnus, his heart twitching in a sudden pang of surprise. The wolf had lowered his head, and for a moment, it seemed as though he was watching Hooves, observing him. Had the the entrancement ended? No, of course not. Hooves could feel the dull tingle in his horn, a soft surge that tickled with the latent power to keep the wolf's mind subdued and under his sway. 


No, these were all his. He cupped the heavy eggs and pressed his snout into them as he would a bouquet of flowers. The water did nothing to erode the sweat, sharp musk of the wolf, and the weighted warm eggs were vibrantly, powerfully alive against his snout. He could feel the masculine essence being generated inside them - the vim that powered the whole of the wolf's virility. His muscles, his erection, his strength and charisma, all born of these two swollen eggs. 


He needed it. His horn tingled, the equivalent of a dry sponge, hovering over water. He ground his snout down past them, still cupping them in his hands. The wolf's cock pressed against his horn - seeping tip against pointed tip. The precum oozed out, tracing slowly down the curling alabaster of Hooves' magical conduit, the liquid soaking into the dry bone. It was only precum, but even that was potent, ripe with sexual energy. Hooves pushed the horn forward, and Magnus' shaft was bent upwards, back away from the unyielding stiffness. Hooves could tap into the flow of precum, and absorb that energy, if he wanted to, but as tantalizing and exciting as Magnus' precum was, Hooves wanted the source directly. 

He stuffed his snout down under the heavy balls, dragging the tip of his horn down the wolf's cock, careful not to slice into the firm flesh. He crushed the potent eggs together on either side of his horn, and tasted the pure essence that burgeoned inside them. 

They were more than willing to share. The virility flowed out of them, an overwhelming flow of backed up need, rich and heavy and creamy and thick. Hooves had already climaxed once, but he felt his own need rising again, his balls swelling with sweet, naked lust as the wolf's excessive supply washed into his horn, surging down his spine, filling him with a naked, horny warmth. 
It was like being hugged by the big beast, like the smell of his fur and the heat of his cock was being transfused into the zebracorn himself. Hooves had not had the chance, or opportunity to siphon off of the wellspring of virility like this in the past... mostly because most males simply didn't have an excess to share. Magnus, though, was an eternal geyser of sexuality. How could he possibly stand not to handle himself, to jerk off and fuck and get sucked at every opportunity?


Hooves' third was sated, but whereas another male's testicles may have dried out, shriveled and shrank down from the draining aspect of that magical leeching, Magnus' nuts felt, if anything, heavier. It was as if he had uncorked the flow, and now the wolf's testicles, sensing the chance of release, were suddenly charged and flowing at full capacity. The wolf's cock throbbed, hard and needful, and a spurt of precum fought against the hot flow of water that poured down over them. 


Hooves wanted to devour the big wolf. He wanted every ounce of this stud's sex inside him, wanted to be filled with Magnus' hot load. How many chances did one have to play with a god, after all?

He could do this. The left nut slotted between his jaws, without even really thinking about it. He wasn't on the weight bench, anymore, so he had access to both of his hands. He let the right nut sag back and to the side, grasping the larger, lower-hanging dark skinned egg with both hands, like he would a cheeseburger. He opened his jaws, stretched his lips, and stuffed it fully between them. He was able to jam about half of it into his mouth, before his teeth scraped against the widest part of the nut's diameter. He could feel the subtle ridge, the imprint his teeth had left from all that chewing earlier. His tongue pressed against the part of the nut that was in his mouth, lapping at it lewdly, tasting the inherent base salt of the wolf's musk. He needed this.


It hurt, forcing that much meat into his mouth all at once, but he did it. He couldn't not do it. He could have used his horn magic to soften the flesh, to shrink it, to teleport it, but he wanted to do this raw, natural, unassisted with magic. As huge and potent as Magnus was, Hooves would claim him. He felt the nut strain, teeth digging and scraping against the length of the mango-sized egg, nearly the size of a football, but he relaxed his throat and pushed. His eyes watered as he felt the sheer size of it, the entirety of Magnus' testicle, flop through the gateway of his teeth and skid along his tongue. His tongue was crushed against the bottom of his maw, his cheeks bulging obscenely, his teeth aching as they were pushed outwards by the solid wad of wolf nut. He couldn't even swallow, his jaws were stretched so far apart, and his nostrils ached with being stretched wide from the tautness of his gaping maw. Damn this wolf and his oversized libido!


He could work through the pain. His body had not been forced to deal with such a solid wad before - even fists were narrower than this wolf's huge egg. He could handle it though, he could take it. He wasn't called "The Hornicorn" for nothing, after all. 


Trying to stuff the second nut in right now was a mistake. With his jaws so stretched, it would be impossible to swallow the first ball into his throat. He had to deal with that first, and then take on the second of Magnus testes. He looked up at the wolf, the wolf's erection blocking most of his vision as it laid along the length of his snout, the tip rubbing against the base of his horn. The wolf was breathing heavily, his hands loose at his side, fingers twitching as the far off wolf enjoyed the sensation of something wrapped so nicely around his aching, backed up testicle.


Hooves swallowed, nestling his nose into the root of the wolf's groin. One arm wrapped around Magnus' waist, clutching his muscular buttocks and pulling the wolf towards him, and the other gripped the right nut, lifting and pinning it against the wolf's knot. He needed to keep that cock from flopping around against his horn; he didn't want to accidentally puncture it or slice it off. 


Not yet, anyways.


He gagged, forcing his jaws closed and trying to work that huge egg into the back of his throat. How did predators make this look so easy? He had seen Charn gobbled down balls that were almost this big, and the feline had looked like he enjoyed it. Hooves was completely unable to do that. His long, slender neck was designed for transporting air into his lungs more than it was designed to deal with huge chunks of meat. But anything a predator could do, Hooves could do better. 


He chewed, gagging and coughing as he struggled, but eventually Hooves realized the trick. With his cheeks bulging, his teeth were forced away from each other - there was just no way to close his jaws properly, not without pinching and crushing the nut stuck between them. Once Hooves simply stopped caring about whether he crushed the nut or not, the solution was easy. The zebracorn clamped his jaws closed, teeth pushing down, forcing all that mass to compress in against itself. So much testicle meat, already so fully pressurized just with the backed up seed, couldn't be compressed any further. Unable to stay in the same place without being compressed, it was therefore forced to escape into Hooves' throat. Hooves almost smiled, he would have if there were tears of pain in his eyes, as he slowly forced his jaws together, the huge egg sliding from the narrow, compacting mouth and into the back of his gullet. 


There was a moment, as it fully clogged the entrance to his throat, that Hooves began to wonder if he HAD made a mistake. Could he... swallow? All of that? It was so large, so heavy. He had to, of course, but as he did, as he gulped and strained to swallow something that was clearly too large for him to swallow, he wondered what would happen if he couldn't. What if he choked? What if he passed out from lack of air? He would collapse, and that would pull the nut out of his throat, none the worse for wear, and he'd be fine. What if he didn't, though? What if the nut was so thick that it plugged his throat completely, and his own weight wasn't even enough to uncork it? Would Magnus wake up? Would the wolf stay entranced, as the silly zebracorn suffocated to death around his nut?! Hooves could imagine the newspaper headlines now. 'Dumb ass horny zebracorn chokes himself to death on himbo ball, news at 11.' Who would feed his cat?


No. He wouldn't surrender to the fear. He crushed his fingers down into the right nut, punishing it for the suffering that its brother was causing him, and gulped. The nut slid down, the pressure of that huge egg in the back of his throat turning into a tight, burning pain in his gullet as it bulged outwards with the size of his intended meal. He swallowed, swallowed again, but each time it only moved a quarter of an inch, maybe slightly more. Once, it started to slip back up, into his mouth again, and Hooves had to clench his jaws together. He only realized once it had slotted back down into his gullet that, in doing that, he was crushing the cords that led from the nut up to Magnus groin. Ooops. With the scrotum flossed between his jaws, his tongue was free again, and he relaxed his bite, slipping his tongue under the scrotum to trace the tip of it against the embedded tissues. He could feel the smooth cabling - the nerves and veins and spermatic cords that led back from the nut up to Magnus' groin. There was a dent. Not a big one, but his accidental biting had bruised the wolf's flesh. 


The pain would have been incredible, if Magnus had been sober and conscious, akin to taking a kick to the legs. The wolf's erection didn't flag, though, bobbing and straining against the crush of his right nut against the underside of it. Hooves had clutched the wolf tightly to him, as if Magnus was going to slip out of his grasp. That was not allowed.


He ground the nut against the wolf's cock, stroking it up and down, the sensation of the large egg sliding against the hard shaft soothing to the equine as he struggled to acclimate his throat to the massive intrusion that he had foisted down inside of it. The shower pelted down around him, hot and soothing, and the feel of the water trailing down against his bulging throat was helpful, a caress from the heavens. He could scarcely believe that he had managed to get the wolf's egg completely into his throat. He couldn't even explain why he had wanted to; it was like a compulsion that he couldn't resist. He didn't need just anyone's balls in his throat. Just Magnus. 'I bet Alex hasn't done this,' he thought to himself with a snort of breath through his nostrils. He realized, then, that he could breathe again. The entire time it had been in his mouth, and he had been trying to get it into his throat, he had been holding his breath. Now that he felt the ball slide down, he felt the breath erupt from deep inside him, huffing out along the stretched scrotum and into the wolf's sheath, where his snout was crammed in. 


He had DONE it. The wolf's largest and most valuable testicle was now in his throat. He may not be able to crush them directly with his teeth, but he wouldn't need to... if he just cut them off. He could bite down, crunching through the wolf's cords and scrotum as easily as he would clip through some crabgrass, and then all that potent flesh would be nothing more than horse chow. Magnus was completely at his mercy.


Still, he couldn't do it yet, not with that other nut still being clenched in his fingers. He had to get them both in his mouth, then... then he'd decide what to do with Magnus. He opened his maw again, and curled his tongue out, lapping at the solid nut that he was using to prop up the wolf's cock. He wanted it in his mouth. Needed it. He was completely lost in his obsession at this point, indulging his every dark desire with this poor hunk of lupine perfection. 


The right nut was jammed in, the zebracorn not being careful this time as he used his palm to tamp and force that nut right down along the stretched scrotum. It made it much easier, having the scrotum already threaded into his throat this way - it allowed the nut to slide past much easier than the first one. There was no rubbing sensation, just the pressure of the bulk of it, forcing its way past teeth and tongue and tonsils. He hurked as he felt it slide into his throat, but he couldn't stop now. He needed it, all of it, as deep down his throat as he could get it. 


It turned out, Hooves could get the wolf's nuts pretty far down his throat. Two conspicuous bulges stretched out the handsome equine's slender gullet on the outside, forcing the male's flesh around the sheer size of Magnus' testicular equipment. The slightly larger one was stretched well past where it would normally hang between the wolf's thighs, and the other was stuffed down right on top of it, looking almost like the beginning of a snowman. Hooves lips pursed as he kissed and sucked at the root of the scrotum, the entire length of it threaded tautly from there to his gullet. He could tell that the fleshy shroud was stretched to its limits.
Hooves wasn't done yet. Even as he swallowed, forcing the tightening testicles back down into his throat, he had more room in his mouth yet, and Magnus had so much more to share with him. The only problem was going to be, how he was going to get that cock into his mouth.


With the wolf at full erection, his cock was jutting up and away from Hooves. With his hand free, Hooves was able to grasp it, just above the knot. His fingers didn't reach all the way around that solid, gleaming barrel of hot wolf flesh, but they were able to get enough of a grip that Hooves could at least wrangle it. He twisted it, pulled it down, and it stroked against his cheek, the tip slapping against his shoulder. It was flexible enough, but not bendy enough. He needed to get the tip between his lips before he could do anything.


Only, maybe he didn't. The wolf's baculum only extended about two thirds of the way down the wolf's length. That last third had no bone in it, and the spongy tissue that kept it erect. Hooves pushed his thumb against it, and despite being fully erect, the tender tip was flexible enough to be crushed to the side. Hooves pushed down harder, and twisted his head to the side, trying to pull his snout away from Magnus' groin. Doing so pulled the nuts up along his throat, though, threatening to disgorge them into his maw. NO. 


He paused, gulped, swallowing them back down, and then braced his gullet, tightening his throat as if he was about to bellow, or sing. It made the pressure so much more painful for him - and he imagined that Magnus would be able to feel the tightening as well - but it was necessary. He pulled away from the wolf's groin, carefully and slowly, feeling the trapped scrotum stretch another half inch - another inch - as he did so. The cords were tautly bent against the equine's teeth, as he did this, but the balls themselves remained where they were pinned in place. They were too large to force their way out, if Hooves didn't allow them. He owned them now, more than Alex ever could have.






He bent the wolf's bone towards his maw, flexing his thumb along the tip to bend it further back. He could feel more of the wolf's dick flexing, as it was crudely handled like this, but he didn't stop. At worst, he might snap the wolf's baculum, but he wasn't worried about it - the stud was clearly next tier in terms of resiliency, he could handle being treated roughly.


He could almost feel the still-seeping tip of the wolf's dick, bent almost entirely back, folded in against itself, against his cheek. 'Come on, just a little more', he urged, but he just couldn't quite get the wolf's dick into his mouth. He could feel the pointed, buried tip of the end of the baculum, jutting up and pushing into his thumb from inside the wolf's shaft. A full six inches had been folded over, but the end of the cock was still jutting past the corner of his mouth. How was he going to do this?!


He squeezed the wolf's rear, contemplating stuffing fingers up inside the soft pucker there. Would that help? He wanted to do it, but if it just made Magnus harder, it would be counter productive. Still, he couldn't help but think about how fine that ass was, and how good it would feel against his lips, eating out the handsome wolf. 


And then it struck him. He knew what he had to do. He let go of Magnus cock, and grasped the wolf's buttocks with either hand. He pulled, forcing Magnus to walk forward, and as he did, Hooves limbo-shuffled between the stud's spread legs. The wolf's cock waggled back and forth, eagerly, as Hooves slipped between and behind, the nuts twisted in his throat as he turned and carefully maneuvered his horn around to avoid goring the zonked stud. 


Now Hooves was facing Magnus from behind, and it was going to be much, much easier to deal with that huge, pesky cock of his. He reached forward, blindly, and grasped the wolf's sheath from behind. He curled his fingers, roughly hooking two of them into the lupine's fuzzy holster, and tugged down, pulling it back and between Magnus' legs. The big dark cock swung down, slinging precum onto the steaming tile floor, and Hooves grasped it once more by the middle. He didn't need to twist or bend it, now - it pressed against his chin, leaving a gleaming smear of lust. He forced it up, the tip bending similarly to how it had with his thumb against it, and it plopped into his mouth, fat and engorged. Meaty.

Sucking balls was fun, but sucking cock was Hooves best hobby, and he was quite good at it. Even still, this wolf was big. Bigger than other horses, maybe bordering on the size of some dragons. Hooves shuffled forward, knees sliding through the shower water, his horn nestling in along the crease between the wolf's buttocks as he devoured every inch of that straining shaft. 


He lathered against the seeping slit, tasting the copious seed that Magnus was producing. He swallowed it, swirling his tongue between stretched scrotum and throbbing erection, as he fed himself the entirety of that loaded cannon. His hands slid down the wolf's shaft, as his lips nibbled and tightened along each consumed inch, soon finding themselves wrapped around the twin bulges of the wolf's knot.



This was going to be difficult. As large as Magnus' testicles are, his knot's bulbs were the sizes of each of them. The wolf's cock was wider than Hooves' head, at the base, and the shaft itself was thick on top of it. He felt the bulges press against his lips, as the tip of the wolf's shaft gouged into the back of his throat. The cock would be easy to gulp down, he only had to shift the angle of his head, pressing his snout up into the wolf's taint and straightening his throat to let it slide down inside, along the stretched chute of skin that the wolf's scrotum had become. That knot, though...


He claimed it again, crushing it firmly between his palms, trying to grind it down enough to fit between his lips. He forced his muzzle forward, his lips spreading tightly. He felt like they would split, trying to pry the massive knot between them. He didn't care. He needed this. He wanted Magnus to have this experience, buried in the back of his mind, the next time he watched Alex choke and gag on the very tip of his cock, He wanted Magnus to remember what it felt like to be totally sheathed in another's mouth. 


He pushed forward, teeth scraping against the top and bottom of the bulging, compressed knot bulbs. He forced them between his lips, the full length of the wolf's cock now between his jaws. The heavy nuts stretched his throat, the wolf's cock a solid spike of metal sheathed in flesh. It was all inside. Hooves chewed, working to get the last millimeters of dick between his lips, but the tip of the wolf's cock was so deeply embedded down his throat that it was prodding into, dimpling into the swollen, compressed flesh of the wolf's right nut. Each time Hooves swallowed, those nuts slid down, but as soon as he finished, they slid back upwards, jamming into the wolf's cocktip. The zebra's teeth pinched, crushing and bruising the knots as they struggled to fit within his jaws, but Hooves was tireless and determined. His hands free, he wrapped them around the wolf in a tight embrace, hugging the two tree-trunk thighs on either side of his throat, as the wolf's knotted dick was tugged and chewed and pulled back between his thighs. 

It was while Hooves was gnawing on that knot, chomping his teeth against the wolf's slender cock root, that the huge stud came. Hooves should have seen the warning signs - the surge of heat in the aching shaft, the way the knots swelled out to rigid vein-popping fullness, but he was so obsessed with getting it all down his throat that he didn't notice. The two nuts tried to contract, tried to pull up, but that plug of a dick kept them forced down, stretched past their limits. They were still able to send up their rich, heavy load, the cords throbbing as they pulsed with orgasm. It was a full five seconds later before the wolf's cock caught up with them, a soft grunted whuff sound from above as Magnus buttocks clenched around Hooves' horn. His toes splayed and wiggled in the shower water, his nipples tightening, all outside of Hooves' ability to notice, but still - they happened. Hooves felt a hot gush, a solid throb, a pulse of fluid that swelled out the cock in his mouth even wider, just for a moment, before gushing down its length in his throat. The hot batter spewed out, flooding into the wad of cramped, stretched nuts, and Hooves had to gulp to get the slick fluid past them. Even as he swallowed, another spurt, and then another. How ridiculous, that the testicles were basting themselves in a roundabout way, climaxing the fluids out that would be spurted right back into them by that slobbered-on, chewed-over wolf cock.


Hooves gulped down the heavy seed, well, finished gulping it down. It was being spurted into his gullet already half way down, but he knew that if he didn't swallow and massage the thick load deeper into his stomach, that it would fill his lungs, and there would be no way to disengage himself. Not without separating the wolf from his prized cock and massive nuts. Hooves moaned around the wolf's spurting length at the idea of it, biting down, wrenching his jaws to tear the entire wad of meat free from Magnus' loins. Oh, what a spectacle! Hooves, with the wolf's entire masculinity severed and in his gullet, in his stomach, just another meal for the eternal fae zebracorn! Magnus left with nothing except a gash where his proud endowments once lay, left with nothing to welcome Alex back from his trip with!


Hooves seed spilled out onto the floor, even as he gulped and swallowed and milked Magnus' hot load free from his overworked loins. That the wolf had been saving up his load for weeks didn't even cross Hooves' mind, that it had been reserved for the husky not factoring in one bit. He wanted it, and he took it, and now it was his. He earned it. 


The zebracorn's tummy bloated, and the water of the shower had gone cold, by the time the wolf's orgasm showed any signs of stopping. Hooves had surrendered to the pleasure of it, of milking out each lazy, solid spurt of wolf cream, gulping it down into his distended belly. He had to hold his gut with his arms, hugging himself as the salty pudding inflated his aching stomach. He could absorb the magical energy from the seed pretty efficiently, pretty quickly, but even doing that, there was still quite a bit of mass left behind, protein and water, and that needed to be dealt with too. The equine was woozy, in a stuporous state as he nursed and chugged on the quietly orgasming wolf's prick, and when the wolf's shaft finally pulsed and throbbed but did not squirt, Hooves continued gulping, swallowing and kneading those spent eggs in his throat, that softening erection, milking it of seed that it no longer needed to share. There was still plenty of cum in the wolf's body, he was not tapped at all, but that was all that could be extracted from one orgasm.


Hooves finally came back around, finding himself in a cold rain, with the wolf's softening shaft still firmly tied in his muzzle. And that was when he heard Carmella.


"Hooves, it's been over an hour, you can't possibly still be- oh, good lord. Magnus, what the hell, since when are you playing the field?"

Magnus' head turned to her, smiling beautifically as the zebracorn slurped and gulked at his oozing, throbbing, sensitive flesh. His head lolled back, his shoulders rolling, but he did not respond to Carmella, he did not even acknowledge her. Carmella was immediately suspicious, and a sly movement later, and Hooves felt the panther's soft, strong fingers wrap around his horn, pulling his head slowly back away from Magnus groin. Hooves tried to resist, but the torq of her grip unsheathed the knot through the scraping, crushing grip of his teeth. It disgorged into the open air, gleaming and dark, sculpted into a perfect tool for fucking with, and Hooves' gasp was plugged shut as the two massive nuts embedded deeply in his throat were tugged and reeled back out.


He swallowed anyways, gulping, mind spinning with lust and need, an obsessive need to keep those balls inside him,  but his fantasy remained only that as the tough, sturdy nuts slipped through the crushing grasp of his throat. He felt a flood of seed that had pooled above his nuts regurgitate into his mouth, flushing out of the corners of his mouth in a thick, foamy cream as that huge cock flopped out, still hard but hanging down, knotted and pulsing with the wolf's seed.


"Good lord, he came?" Carmella said, and yanked harder on the zebracorn's horn. Not realizing that the wolf's balls were in Hooves gullet, she was surprised at the resistance that he was giving her, and she crudely ripped him free of Magnus' groin. Two wet, heavy slurping sounds bubbled out with a wet retch from Hooves' maw, as the two eggs flopped out, stretching the exhausted zebracorn's jaws open before swinging wild and heavy in the air between the wolf's knees. "Holy fuck."


Hooves looked up at her, exhausted, with cum clinging to his lips and chin, a white beard of wolf seed that drooled and oozed down his sleek chest. The shower water rinsed down, but it wasn't sharp enough to cut through the thick layer of wolf slime that coated the zebra's upper chest. The equine coughed, hacking, woozy as the pantheress dragged him away from the wolf, slinging him against the wall.
"I couldn't... help myself..." Hooves sputtered, but Carmella wasn't paying him any attention, now. She was examining Magnus, snapping fingers in front of his eyes, peering up at the tall stud.


"What did you do to him? He's totally unresponsive," Carmella said. "Is he on drugs?"


"No... no, that's...." Hooves coughed again, as he clambered awkwardly to his hooves. "He's entranced. A, um, a sexual entrancement."


"What does that mean?" Carmella asked, taking a step back. She looked the wolf over, eyes settling on the dangling meat between his thighs, still potent, still firm, but dangling loose. It beckoned to her to touch it, to taste it, to devour it. "What's a 'sexual entrancement'."


"It means... well, he touched my horn, and was, um, threatening me, so, I had to protect myself," Hooves lied. "I only realized afterwards the full extent of it."

"You're saying a lot of words and not making any sense, Hooves, I saw you sucking on his nut out in the gym, now you're in here sucking on him and he's not saying a word. WHAT did you DO?"


Hooves winced. "I zonked him. I used my fey magic to override his mind. Right now, he thinks he's on a treadmill, working up a thick lather. He has no idea that... any of this has happened."


"Damn, so you're saying you have a hot wolf stud, who's usually completely unavailable, completely under your thrall? To be used and abused any way you want, at any time?"


Hooves' ears flicked back nervously, grinning wanly. "Well, I mean, if you want to put it that way... look, I get that violates the gym rules, how about he and I jus leave the showers and he... will come to, none the worse for wear. He has no idea that I, uh, sucked him off. I doubt he'll even be sore." Hooves thumped a fist into his chest, hacking up a thick wad of cummy phlegm onto the shower floor. 


Carmella thought about this, looking over the stud, her arms folding under her bosom. "I assume you're not going to leave him this way, though. And, I am guessing that you are probably going to leave it so that you can do this again, right?"


Hooves blushed, red peeking between the white and black stripes along his muzzle. "I mean, wouldn't you?"


Carmella began to grin. "I plan on it. I'm guessing that if you can... 'zonk' Magnus, and you can do it repeatedly, then you can also make it so other people can zonk him, too. Right?"


Hooves blanched. "I mean, sure, but... I don't want to." The zebracorn did not like the idea of sharing. "If too many people are fooling around with him, his husband might notice."


Carmella stepped into the shower, and slid claw-tipped fingers along the smooth, heavy right nut of the big wolf stud. "We're not talking about 'too many people', Hooves. Just me. What do I have to do to put him in this state? Go on, you can trust your secret with me. Tell me how to zonk him, and I won't tell Alex about what you're doing with his husband while he's out of town."


"You wouldn't... come on, Carmella, it's just a bit of fun, nobody has to know about any of this," the zebracorn said. He watched as her claws dimpled into the smooth skin, leaving lazy red welts on the surface. "Carmella, you're going to leave marks! Be gentle!"


"Absolutely not, Hooves. Tell me how to do it, or I'll slice the nuts right off of this big dumb stud, and leave you to take the blame for it." Her lips curled up in a smile. "I don't like being told I'm not allowed to play with my toys, after all."


Hooves bit his lower lip, watching as the sharp scythes teased along the bulging mass of Magnus' egg. The only thing that was compelling him not to tell her was the illicit thrill of getting to watch those claws sink into his flesh. He knew she would do it, she would carve those balls off like two ripe fruits. She was a predator, and the power to emasculate was inherent in every purred word, in every soft caress. Danger under the surface, just waiting to be unleashed into masculine flesh.


Still... Hooves wasn't finished with Magnus, yet. He reached out, and held Carmella's wrist with his own. "Mango juice," he said, softly, and her ears perked forward in attention.


"Mango juice...?" she repeated. Hooves nodded.


"That's how you'll zonk him. It will put him under. Total sexual response, but no cognizance, no pain, no... judging. Just... don't do anything to him."


"I'll do whatever I want with him, Hooves." Her teeth gleamed, pearly and hungry. "But don't worry, I'll leave you the leftovers."


Hooves squeezed, insistently, around her wrist, and her grin widened for a bit longer. He wondered if she was going to do it, just to call his bluff, but he could see the arousal and excitement in her eyes, in the nipples pushing out against her gym outfit. Finally, tension breaking, she released Magnus' egg, and Hooves released her. 


"I'll see ya around, Hooves. If this doesn't work, this 'mango juice' command, then you will pay for denying me what I deserve, what I am owed." She wiggled her fingers to the two men, sauntering back out of the shower. 




*         *        *         One Week Later         *        *        *




Carmella slipped across the cedar planks of the sauna as she entered, the heat embracing her like a lover's fervent whisper. She stood for a moment, allowing the steam to kiss her ebony fur. Her emerald gaze, predatory and possessive, latched onto the dozing giant sprawled across the wooden bench.  Magnus lay  before her, his head leaned back against the course, fragrant wood wall. In the dim red light of the quiet sauna, he was a massive shape, arms at his sides, legs splayed and eyes closed. She knew he would be here, and she knew he would be asleep.


"Magnus, Magnus, I've told you before not to sleep in the sauna... it's dangerous, after all." She whispered to herself, as she prowled closer. His ear twitched, but he didn't open his eyes. His chest, a broad slab of brown fur, rose and fell, regularly. The muscles of his thighs, each as wide as her waist, curved powerfully, their delineation visible with the fur damp and clinging to them. 


The air grew thick with heat, with intention as she stepped between the big sleeping wolf's legs, and pressed a finger into the space between his massive pectorals. She slowly crouched down, and as she did, her finger traced through the fur of his lower chest, and his belly. She traced a finger slowly around his belly button, and then felt the coarse cotton fibers of the towel wrapped around his waist. Her finger curled, hooking behind it, and as she did that, she pressed her palm against the bulging bulk of his junk, that made a deliriously enticing mound between his legs. Her lips curled back in a smile as she prepared to claim what was rightfully hers. 






With deliberate slowness, she peeled the edge of the towel up and away from his body, the other end of it slipping down over his thigh to pool next to his buttocks. She licked her lips as the soft, impressive length of his cock flopped lazily over his right thigh, the sheath relaxed, the dark tip pressing out into the open air a couple inches. Even dormant, it was larger than other males were erect, and the potential virility brimming in the wolf's loins was palpable, even in this soft state. She could feel the heat of it against her wrist, baking up from that salty, musky shaft against her palm,her fingers. She dropped the towel, her stomach growling in eagerness.


The sight of his testicles, the treasured pair nestled together, painfully crowded even with his thighs so widely spread, stirred a primal urge with the pantheress' chest. She leaned forward, naked and aroused, careful not to touch except with soft, light caresses against his body. Her palms pressed into the cedar planks, as she leaned over his groin, letting her cool, dark-furred breasts press against the massive testicles. She was sleek, but buxom, and her breasts were by no means small, but she growled nonetheless as she realized that his testicles outclassed her. Carmella pressed against them, her nipples scraping deliciously against the hot, sweated skin of his lax scrotum, and she felt her loins pang with a growing need, a thirst for the seed of this sleeping stud. 


She shifted her arms, nestling her elbows gently against the inside of his thighs, just before his knees, to further spread his legs. His balls, taking advantage of just those couple inches more space, sagged forward and over the edge of the bench that creaked under his weight. She repressed the urge to snap at them, like scurrying mice. No, she was being nice, this time, indulging herself with this hot gay stud's seed.


She drank heavily of his musk, as her sensitive snout hovered scant millimeters above his relaxed, soft cock. It was heavy with the potent sharpness of his masculine essence, an appealing and heady musk that made her mouth water and her claws unsheath. She could sense no other scents on the wolf - save for the sex and spit of the zebracorn. Not even Alex, his husband. Had he really not been sleeping around while the husky was away? She found the idea preposterous. They had been married since Magnus was a teenager, and being late in his twenties now, surely he had found some willing consort to experiment with.  No? Just Alex? Well then, that would make this all the sweeter.


She realized she was holding the wolf's scrotum, her hands having slipped down to curl around the neck of his seedbag between soft, firm fingers. The weight of his balls made her seep, the sheer density, the primal essence of the wolf's eggs too potent to ignore. 


That was when the wolf woke up. It wasn't an immediate awakening - the heat from the sauna made everything syrupy slow, but she felt his legs twitch, felt his tail brush languidly against her knees as she knelt. She looked up, waiting for those eyes to blink groggily open. They did, unfocused, the wolf's hands moving to grip and prop themselves against the hot wooden plank at his sides. They felt the towel, and he looked down as he lifted up the flaps that she had shucked him out of, no doubt thinking that it had just fallen to the side. He paused, as he found a female pantheress between his legs, instead. 
The wolf's ears flicked forward, blinking rapidly as he tried to process why his gym trainer was kissing against the top of his sheath, why he could feel her hands clutched possessively around the neck of his scrotum. 


"Ah. I must've..." He started to say, his voice rough from sleep. His brain caught up with his eyes, as he realized what was happening, his sheath twitching up against Carmella's lips. "Oh, shit, sorry, I didn't mean to-"


"Shh," Carmella said, nuzzling gently against the length of his shaft. She pulled down on the weight of the balls she was holding, watching him intensely, watching the flicker of realization and panic and embarrassment as each washed across his features. "You're right where I want you."


"I, uh, no, I need to go," Magnus stammered, as he started to push himself up, awkwardly trying to come up with a way to stand with his legs spread wide around a female who was layering smooches against his cock. 


"Mango juice," she replied, the wolf's ears flicking forward in curiosity. Magnus' hips, which had started to lift up, now settled back down onto the bench, as he stared in confusion at her. The confusion faded away, along with Magnus himself, the big wolf slipping back down into almost unconsciousness as the fey magic swirled up through his mind like the vapors of the steam room itself. She could feel his body relaxing, going limp, prone, vulnerable between her paws. Excellent. 


"Are you there, Magnus?" She teased, as she slid her tongue against the rim of the too-short sheath, tasting the delicious tingle of his precum that was caked into the inner lining of that well-worn holster. "Are you ready to play with me?"
He didn't respond, not verbally, but she wasn't waiting for an answer anyways. One ear remained perked upwards, taut and attentive, and even if he couldn't verbalize his acquiescence to her lusts, he would still do whatever she asked.


"I want you to fuck me. Take me, ride me like the hot stud you arrr-!" Her command interrupted, as the wolf sprung forward upon her. She was lifted, toes splaying in the air as he scooped her up like a pillow, and fell atop of her on the bench across the room. The planks burned, but all she felt was the weight of him, the massive lupine crushing down on top of her chest. His massive muzzle drooled onto her from above, as he pressed himself against her. He was not yet stiff, but he was growing, eagerly swelling with lust at the suggestion of sex, and the tip of his fat cock ground insistently along her inner thighs, sawing against her moist cleft. 


He'd never done this before, but the deeply ingrained instincts of millenia of fucking still told his unconscious body what to do, how to do it. His cock head was mostly hard, still rubbery but pointed and fluted, and it speared up inside her eagerly. He paused, only for a moment, the huge wolf's arms curling under her crushed torso to pin her up into the heated furry thickness of his pecs, and then he began to ride her.


A primal, unintelligent growl rumbled out of his chest, into her rich snarl of pleasure as he took control. The mindless beast surged with power, dark fur rippling as he pierced deeply into Carmella's welcoming heat. He barely fit, but the tightness, the unyielding grip of her sex meant nothing to him. Their bodies melded together in a passionate frenzy, her tail lashing at the bench beneath her, her claws digging deep furrows through the thick dark pelt of his shoulders. 


He dwarfed her, far more powerful than the slender feline, but she was an equal force, her body responding with a fervent desire, a desire that enveloped him with a slick froth of hunger.  His girth stretched her, filling her completely, and the sensation of his swollen cock stretching through her slick folds made the feline screech, roaring in delight and pain and ecstasy. 


She came several times, but he did not, his body driving forward, his swollen knot slamming into the soft folds of her outer labia, bruising and threatening to cave her sex inside. Would he knot her? Would she let him? Could she stop him if she wanted to? Did she want to? She writhed, urging him on, panting mindless obscenities as she savored the fulfillment this zonked hunk stuffed into her with each shift of his hips. 


The thick vein pulsing along the length of Magnus's impressive cock throbbed with urgency, telegraphing the impending release. He was poised on the brink, his instincts sharpened to a single purpose. He lifted her up, an arm sliding along her back and crushing her hips against his lower belly. This gave him the alignment he needed, and his huge knot crushed its way into her, bulbs flattening in against themselves and the tip of his cock swelling out with urgent need. He was about to climax. It was the feeling of his massive balls, those huge swinging mangoes, that slammed up against her lower back - above her buttocks, because they swung so low - that set her off.


He pulsed inside her, seed excavating deep inside her, and she screamed and spasmed around him. She could feel the blood against her finger tips, under her claws, from where they had latched into his shoulders. With a deep, guttural snarl, Magnus surrendered to the onslaught of sensation, his body convulsing as he spilled forth a torrent of his rich, magical essence deep within Carmella's quivering form.


Her inner walls, slick and welcoming, greedily drank from him, bathing in the warmth of his voluminous seed. The sheer quantity was staggering, a testament to his supernatural virility, each spurt more potent than any mere mortal could hope to produce. It filled her, stretched her, a cascade of life force that swelled into her womb. 


Carmella's breath hitched, her chest heaving as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She trembled beneath the weight of Magnus's bounteous offering, feeling the pressure of it plugged inside her, the slick hot seed a silken balm that ignited every nerve ending with blissful fire. A sense of triumph swelled within her; she had commanded the storm, directed its fury, and now bathed in its aftermath.


The dominant wolf stud above her, known for his imposing size, now lay in the wake of his own vulnerability, spent and gasping. But even in this moment, his mango-sized testicles, the source of his prodigious climax, hung heavily between his thighs, a promise of the power still residing within him. She couldn't see them, but she could feel them, nestling against the underside of her buttocks, her tail curling slowly, languidly around the bulk of the two heavy eggs. They had done well. 


"Mine," she whispered, a sultry smile curling her lips as she felt Magnus's warmth still flooding her depths. And in the steamy cocoon of the sauna, wrapped in the scent of musk and sex, they remained entwined. She would have these testicles, she would have her fill of them, and if she ever tired of them, she would fill herself with them in a much more permanent fashion. 


Carmella reveled in the delicious paradox. Here was this mighty beast, brought to his knees by her command, yet still exuding the raw masculinity that made her crave his touch. Her body quivered anew, not just from the physical aftershocks, but from the deep, intoxicating realization of the control she wielded over such an imposing creature.




*         *        *         One Week Later         *        *        *




Magnus was lost at sea, again. He had spent most of the last week in his zonked stupor, if not in the service of Carmella or Hooves, then in the service of one of the other members of the gym. Word had gotten out about the mango juice, and the hapless wolf had spent more time under than he had awake and conscious.  Despite that - or perhaps because of it - the wolf's nuts were even larger than before. Perhaps the constant use had plumped them up, allowing them to flow at full volume. Perhaps it was the crushing, stomping, squeezing and biting that they were getting daily. Maybe it was both. Regardless, the wolf's cock had tasted dozens of orifices of all types and flavors over the past seven days, and had not yet been sated. 
Hooves had managed to snag the stud wolf, and while he knew it was risky to be enjoying the wolf's body today of all days, he knew it was time to undo the zonking. Or at least, to change the password, so that only he had access to the wolf's libido. Right now, said libido was powering Magnus into riding him, rough and hard, on the king size bed that filled the wolf and his husky's bedroom. The wolf's massive cock was pistoning in and out of Hooves' supple, gripping, appreciative heat, and the zebracorn was writhing decadently in the pool of blankets that stank deliciously of the wolf's fur. 


Magnus' mind floated in blissful oblivion, every nerve singing as he indulged Hooves yet again, the zebracorn gnawing and moaning around the wolf's long hanging tongue as the zonked lupine pile drove the striped equine's body down into the memory foam mattress.






"Looks like I've stumbled upon quite the feast," came a deep feline purr from the doorway. Hooves gasped, opening his eyes to find the black pantheress sauntering towards the bed, her golden eyes blazing with a hungry lust. He could tell that they were fixated not on Hooves, but on the pendulous orbs swinging with each thrust of the wolf into Hooves.


Hooves and Carmella had arranged on an alternating day kind of deal, and this was his day. He knew that she knew that, but her being here, watching them, sent pangs of prey panic up and down the zebracorn's spine.


"Car-carmella, what? You know- ungh, you know this is MY day," He stammered, as Magnus continued jack hammering down into him, mindless of the interruption. Each swing of those balls slammed them into the zebra's haunches, bringing Magnus closer to the edge of climax. 


Carmella licked her lips, anticipation curling within her, a coiled serpent ready to strike. "You know I am not one to care about the rules of 'turn taking', Hooves," she said, as she knelt on the bed, between Hooves' feet. She stroked her palms up the equine's calves, towards his thighs. "I'm here, so I'm going to have my fill."


Hooves shuddered as the predator's fingers reached up, gripping and stroking his own half-hard length. His mane clung to his sweat-frothed neck, as he braced himself against Magnus' powerful thrusts, heavy shaft wetly slurping in the zebra's well trained hole. The zebra's shaft throbbed, oozing slick precum out onto the fine satin sheets, as the panther kneaded and tugged along it firmly. His breath caught in his throat, as they moved back, gripping around the neck of his sac.


"Just... let me finish with him," Hooves protested, his generous plums being dragged down, lower, away from his body. "I'm almost... unh... done... you know he has enough to SHAIIII-!"


The equine squirmed, as he felt the roughly sharp edge of a finely manicured tiger's claw, plucking at the neck of his sack. "He does, but I don't like sharing, and I don't like being bored." She smirked, watching indulgently as her claw sawed and sliced through the bottom's dark pouch. She ignored his cries, which alternated between the sharp yelps of pain and shock, and the lustful, whimpery moan of sexual submission. He twisted his head, staring at Carmella with one wild, disbelieving eye, his gaze darting between her benign, feline smile and the glistening prize dangling between her fingers. Magnus thrust on, fully ignorant of the emasculation occurring mere inches from his own dangling balls. The sudden clenching of the zebra around Magnus' cock was good though; zonked or not, his cock was responding to that all on its own. Like the last couple dozen orgasms before it, Magnus had no idea that it was happening. His body went through the contraction, but the lupine felt none of that seductive pleasure himself. His release was just as torrential as every previous one, geysering from the wolf's loins deeply into the guts of the fresh gelding beneath him.




Hooves ragged gasps came, his hands and fingers clutched tight around the bedsheets and the thick, primal beast above him came inside him. His vision blurred, some distant part of him realizing that Carmella hadn't come here for Hooves' balls. She was after two fat mangoes. Magnus was going to be totally helpless to stop her, to protect himself. Hooves was the only one who could stop her from having her fill of the big, lupine stud. 


The thing is, though, he didn't want to. Now that he had a taste of the wolf he's been lusting over for so many years, he was hooked. It wasn't fair that he should have to give up heaven, just because it belonged to someone else. He felt the thick, strong pulses of the wolf's seed, pressure swelling along his abdomen from the organic data being forcibly injected into his body. If this was the last time that Magnus was going to fuck him, then why shouldn't it be the last time Magnus fucks anybody? What a notch that would be for Hooves to put in his belt. It was something he could be proud of, something that he could get off to when he was playing himself. 'Oh yes, nut the hunky bastard,' the zebracorn thought - and Magnus' fate was sealed.


Carmella kneaded the equine pouch between her fingers, claws prickling into the tender cuts of flesh hidden within, as she stared at the great, massive weights that shifted and pulsed with the beginnings of Magnus' orgasm. As the zebracorn contemplated helping spare Magnus from what was about to happen, Carmella had already begun the feast. The severed scrotum was discarded, Hooves' still-twitching testes cast aside like the trinkets they were, as she focused on the prize. One hand per nut, she cupped, squeezed into that hard flesh as she groped them from behind.


"Herrrre they are," she crooned, as she slid hands partially up and in front of them, corralling the testicles towards her. They twitched against her palm, and she could feel the thrum of seed being drained as fast it could be made. She was in no rush, but she moved fluidly forward, jaws parting and pale gleaming teeth bared. She sank them into the back of Magnus' right testicle, right in the center, her head twisted to the side in order to bite into the oblong hunk of meat. The scrotum popped under the piercing fangs, a rubbery snap that tickled her gums as those daggers were shoved into either side of the prized testicle. If she had released the bite and pulled her fangs back out from being fully sheathed into the flesh of the big wolf, he probably would have recovered safely. 


She did not, though.


The teeth clenched inwards, and scooped through the back side of the testicle,cartilaginous outer shell crumpled, teeth sinking through spongey, slimy inner testicular. It separated, the trauma popping the ramen noodle-ish inner workings of his masculinity free of itself to splurt in a hot thick pallet of raw manhood across her tongue. 








She sucked, opening her jaws just wide enough to lunge the teeth into the side. Her lower jaw stuffed into the wound as she ice-cream-scooped it through Magnus' nut, and bit out the mouthful that she had scavenged from the climaxing lupine. She inhaled the scent of Magnus' musk, the tangy iron flavor of his naked sex, the salt of seed and tender sweet meats. She was intoxicated a hundred fold over what she had felt when she was playing nicely. 


The velvety firmness of Magnus testicle yielded as firmly as the mango that his balls resembled. Firm, but crushable, juice spilling copper sweet across her tongue with each morsel torn loose of the shuddering, ejaculating organ. The amalgam of salt and testosterone that coarse through his body nourished every aspect of her predator nature. Each gulp sent a surge of excitement and victory through her veins. She was consuming the very core of Magnus' unbridled masculinity, and it was divine.


The room echoed with the symphony of pleasure and consumption - Magnus' wheezing, absent minded groans of climax, Hooves' pained gasps and embarrassedly lustful nickering, and the rapturous slurping of Carmella's forbidden meal. God, there was just so much of it!


The right testicle was not fully consumed, but it hung between the panther's fingers, a hollowed out rind of what had been a fully loaded mellon, strands of sticky pulp clinging to the pantheress' wrists and whiskers as she clutched it. Her stomach was full, taut with the pounds of nut meat she had consumed, but there was a whole second testicle there, waiting to be devoured. How could she resist? It didn't matter that this would fully castrate Magnus; as precious and magnificent as he was, he was JUST meat to a predator like her. Just like every other male. 


There was no more room for thoughts beyond the drive of hunger and lust, and she dropped the shell of Magnus' right testicle. It slung forward, slapping against and around the equine's drooping spent cock. She gripped the much larger remaining testicle in her two hands, shucking it from the ruined scrotum that had housed it for so long. This was it. The very heart of Magnus masculine core. The backup was dismantled, digesting in her belly. Once this was gone, that was it. No more puppies, no more breeding, Magnus was going to be nothing but another useless bottom. 


Her hands, slick with his sexual fluid, pulled Magnus' egg closer to her. She licked her lips, feeling the massive weight of it. Two and a half, maybe three pounds, certainly somewhere in that range. All that meat. All for her. She kissed against the precious gonad, her broad rough tongue scraping against the very bottom, the underside of Magnus' orb. It was smooth and slippery, and it teased her, giving nothing of itself as she scoured it with her rough tongue barbs. It teased her, baiting her into devouring it, to stuff and snap until it no longer existed. She wasn't going to take the bait, though, not when she could enjoy herself instead. She felt a fresh rush of heady dominance surge through her as she forced her fangs together, into the bottom of the nut. The smooth globular shell crunched, tore, spilt its innards against her snout as she chomped into it. She spit it to the side, a roughly circular patch of testicular shell torn loose, a manhole directly into the core of Magnus' testicle. Carmella was claiming her spoils from the apex predator himself.


She stuffed her snout back into the hole she had chewed through the wolf's testicle, feeling the squidgy tissue slam up into her nostrils and ooze between her fangs. She opened her maw, his flesh tenderly yielding as it was dragged against by her jaws separating. The rubbery flesh split from the pressure, and she slicked her wide tongue forward and into this split in the flesh itself. It wasn't a very deep split, but she flexed her tongue deeper, spit drooling down into the innards of his testicle as she tongue-fucked lewdly into the injured organ. Her barbs jutted outwards, and she tugged back her tongue, feeling the tiny sharp little prongs along the squishy muscle cleave through the tender flesh. It wasn't exactly globs of flesh that she licked free, but it was more than just cream that came back along her tongue. She had rasped a taste of the nut free of it itself, the same as one might lick off the slightly melted outside of an ice cream cone. To her keen predatorial senses, it was just as sweet. 


There was something uniquely and entirely Magnus-flavored about it, a subtle combination of spices and musk that was normally permeated through the skin by the hormones seeping out of the glands themselves. It was rich, hinting of garam masala and leather, and so vibrantly, purely him. She lapped her tongue into the opened nut, licking more wipes of cream and tissue out of the poor testicle. She clenched her fingers into the wolf's nut, making the inner tissues bulge outwards through the only place it could. The tender flesh spritzed against her tongue as she dipped it languidly back into his nut, a hot and salty spritz of seed. She imagined it being made fresh in the very tissue she was licking away, created only to be sprayed as the cells around it were crushed and pulped by the intense, shifting pressures that her paws were crushing into his orb. 


She pressed her nose back into her feed bag, and scooped her tongue deeply into his egg. Her tongue scraped intensely, feeling the tissues stretching and breaking free, slick cottage cheese chunks of junk coming loose for her to lap at and swallow down. The fragrant slickness of his sex flesh was savored, and consumed.


She dug her nose in deeper, licking again, that tongue pressing in, spearing through tender flesh to grab and drag the tender tissues out. There had been nearly three pounds when she started this meal, but now the egg felt lopsided in her paws, the top of it containing all the weight. Had she really lapped out half of his thick testicular custard, in her trance? Did she care? There was always more, so much more to go.


Hooves had recovered from his orgasm, and the equine's ears twitched with each wet rasping lap, each gulp, each subtle tear of slick tissue from inside the wolf's ball. The sting of his own castration was a distant, tender memory, the gelding having reached down to cup his jewels and finding only naked space where they once were. Naked space, and a little further, the sheer expanse of Magnus' scrotum, slick and hot and still clenching in orgasm. Hooves turned over, feeling the wolf's erection was twisted around 180 degrees inside of him. The knotted bulbs were too thick to slide around loosely, and at first Hooves thought that he wouldn't be able to turn over - the wolf's cock seemed to resist, twisting only ninety degrees or so before seeming to hit some kind of inner wall. Hooves continued turning over regardless, though. 
His ear flicked with the soft crunching sound, similar to the sound of gristle being ripped off of the end of a chicken wing, but the cock twisted loosely as he finished turning over. It twitched, throbbing with weaker and weaker pulses, and he clenched down on it. He wanted every drop of the big wolf's essence, even as he felt the tugging yank of the stud's scrotum each time the feline's teeth pulled more of the tender tissues free.


The gruesome corsage that she held between her paws yielded ever more tissue. Each scraping lick, each bite, was removing the equivalent of a normal male's testicle, in volume, from inside that delicious meaty nugget, and she was not counting the number of licks she had lapped in her quest to the center of his core. How many would it take?


Magnus continued to twitch, the cord of his right nut siphoning air, gasping for seed it could no longer drain from his body. His left nut, though maimed, still had some juices to share, but Carmella was lapping closer and closer to the epididymis, to the cords that drained all of Magnus' rich virile juices away from him. Her tongue traced through tissue, and she felt the smooth, hot inside of the far side of his nut. Her tongue skimmed against it, and she could feel the bulge of it through the rubbery shell, felt it against the palm of her left hand.


Chunks of severed, dislocated testicle meat still filled his shell, and she lapped and slurped it, wetly, noisily, as the now-dislocated cock spurted feeble through the twisted-closed urethra. The baculum had kept it from being completely twisted closed, but each time the wolf bucked his hips, the remaining tissue that kept the wolf's cock attached to his body was being stretched back and forth, rubberbanding between the mass of Magnus' body and the mass of Magnus' cock.


Carmella lost herself in devouring the last of the big stud's virility. She gnawed through the bigger chunks, slurping and licking at the remnants, her fingers pulling the empty shell inside out. It tore into two large flaps, and she kept pulling, tearing them apart, ripping the empty shell into two roughly equal pieces. 


Magnus was castrated. His testicles, torn asunder at the whim of a unicorn and a panther, bloated out the latter's stomach with the sheer amount of mass. The tissue had mostly digested from the first of the treats, saturating Carmellos' blood with Magnus' vigor and sexuality. She was fully charged, she was primed. She had consumed the balls of a god, and for tonight, she was immortal.


She stood, wiping her lips clean with a swipe of her right arm. Magnus remained in his breeding position, his tail lifted, his muscular ass clenching, the torn scrotum and ripped flaps all that remained of the wolf's once-legendary testicles. They had been purged of all tissue, scoured clean, and Magnus had no idea.






"Well, I'll leave you to clean up," she purred, as she stood back up. She arched her back, and then indulgently stroked her stomach, which bulged with the sheer mass of her indulgence. "It was fun, while it lasted. When you're back at the gym, we'll discuss who you're going to target next."


"N-next..." Hooves said, but he couldn't protest. He was exhausted, and just as filled as Carmella was, with the wolf's last potent load he would ever make. "There's not going to be a next."


"Sure," Carmella said. She slipped out of the door, the scent of male flesh heavy on her breath, her tail swishing in accomplishment. Hooves was left with the grinning, castrated, horny wolf, his cock jammed and twisted deeply inside the unicorn's guts, a visible ridge of it jutting almost up to Hooves' ribs.


"Alright, Magnus... I think you should sleep now." Hooves said. He was in a bit of a bind. When he unzonked the wolf, he was going to be in trouble. He had been able to explain why Magnus was naked with his cock out on previous unzonkings... but there was no way for him to rationalize why the wolf's balls had been ripped apart and devoured. Magnus was going to be pissed, and in pain, and Hooves wasn't even able to get away from him.


He heard Carmella coming back up, soft footsteps creaking on the hardwood floor as the pantheress returned. He felt around at his hips, gripping his own severed scrotum from where she had discarded it, and flinged it at the door as it swung open.


"Forget something?" He asked, crossly, but the gasp that he heard along with the whumph of flesh against flesh... wasn't Carmella's. 


Oh, fuck. Hooves turned his head, seeing the wolf's husky husband, standing in the doorway. Stunned, shocked, and with the unicorn's severed scrotum perched on his head like a hat.