* Kartika returns with a handle of La Cana Grande and a bottle of orange soda.  "Don't spike the rum?"  Tailswish.

* Echoen sprawls back on a sizely couch, heavy dark battyflesh draped over one thigh. "I saw your live-videos, remember? Pissing in your last sitter's drink."

* Kartika pads out of the kitchen and puts down both liter glasses.  He adjusts his junk with a grin, a little drippy in his cargos.  "Long day, not adventurous?" he teases, as he divides the rum and fills the rest of each glass with soda.

* Echoen gives a lazy stroke to hir unsheathed girth, briefly twitching as your bubble butt flexes in your clothes. "I am, but on my terms tonight." So much black fox boy, squeezed into inconsiderate clothing. Birthing hips look good on guys.

* Kartika licks his lips and suckles the excess off the rim of the bottle, then swishes closer, handing over the glass.  Shirt rides up over waist, bra cups dangle over his belly, his thighs just *squish* as he moves.  "So then I'm along for the ride?" he lilts, grinning and licking his teeth.

Echoen: Hir toes curl as you sway closer to hir, drinks in hands. Radiating fertility. and probably a lot more actual radiation of some kind. Drawing a hand across your hip as the other accepts the drink, sipping from it daintily, enjoying the alcoholic fizz. "In a way, considering whether to dive into the thick of it, or tease our way towards a... resolution." This close, shi can enjoy the creaks and growls of a softening fox, soaking up the corruption shi offers.

Kartika: Karti soaks it up happily.  And puts all that energy to good use.  He flops atop your lap, his shoulders against the arm of the couch, his hindpaws draping over the far arm.  He sips his drink and flattens a big forepaw to your cock, kneading the spongy sticky flesh.  "Well, do let me know," he teases, his flesh still popping and squishing as all his meat and fat adjusts to his frame.  The scent that rises off of him is powerful, choking.

Echoen: Drawing in a breath, drinking in your scent, pheremone musk attuned to hir tastes, probably potent enough to explain the black fur fluff creeping over the families a few houses around. Keeping hir arm tucked around your waist, shi steadies hir drink as you climb up, drinking half of it down so it's easier not to spill, chrrring as hir breasts spill across your back. Hir heavy flesh swells into your kneading paw, balls glutting with seed. "We'll see what we can give each other before one of us passes out." Setting hir drink down, it frees hir hand to stroke the dangeously expanding obsidian sheath between your hind legs, slowly becoming hidden beneath rows of foxtits.

* Kartika guzzles his own orange sweetness down, foxpurring happily.  As he handles your ebony slab in a forepaw, he strokes his foresheath 'til his own blackness is sprawled over his belly and drooling over his side and onto the couch.  That other sheath, oh dear... the pressure in that black fuzzy tube wells up and builds, draining a little sticky prejizm over his belly... then a gallon of it, pouring over both of his sides.  Then a foot thick tapered cocktip, nuzzling between a middle pair of vix mammaries.  Soon it's hard to tell where his tits end and his balls begin, and flesh pours over the edge of the couch and thumps to the floor.  Sheath bulges in the middle as it strains to hold all his junk.

* Echoen is just a batty, big in hir own way but as of the moment limited by hir size and configuration, in comparison to the heavy boi shi's got laden in hir lap. Hir two and a half foot spire throbbing potent in your grip, fat, soft digits kneading across it, making hir gasp. Shi strokes your hind sheath slow and deliberate, arm soon wedged between boobs and sheath, your balls nudging hir calf. Your nipples, from the top pairs to the heavy lowers, feel like they're on fire, a gentle squeeze here and there causing a splatter of milk, sometimes not stopping as pointed tips peek from fleshy sheaths. As your cannon bumps forward, shi raises one leg, throwing hir knee over it. The overpressurized seed lancing further and further from where we sprawl. With hir new angle, shi pushes hir cock into the hot folds behind your foresac.

* Kartika lashes his tongue over his lips and parks his half-empty cup between his uppermost set of foxen udders, then wraps his arms around 'em and squeezes happily.  Tits the size of his head, mashing against the pair beneath, and the pair beneath, and then all the enormous taur-sized milkers wobbling upon him down below, squishing at some point to his balls, mingling in similar floordragging sizes.  Lashes of milk squirt into the air, mingling with clear pussyjuices and thicker prejizm, as each fat nipple bloats fat and pushes upward, pussysheath capping every glossy black nub.  From his hindsheath bursts foxydick numbers two and three, half a foot wide and half as long as his hip breaking maincock.  And then his pussylips, a cute single pair, puffy and drooling, underneath a pair of melon sized balls... he arches and moans sweetly as you stuff it.

* Echoen contorts hirself under your tauric hip, thighs squeezing that monstrosity of a hindcock, grinding hir sex and seed-glutted balls to it, even as shi plunges into your forepussy, stuffing it sweet and hot, slapping hir hips to foreballs bigger than hir head. Two fingers dive into a nipplesheath, stroking against the clitty as juice lashes out over hir arm. Hir moans twine with yours, as shaft number three bumps, pushes, invites itself to hir perky bottom, warmed by hir rear tunnel.

Kartika: Cute little ferret girl, blackfooted and five years old.  The best thing about ferretbabes is how slinky they are, like on the porn we've been watching all afternoon... seeing momma all pregnant with you and getting it in the puss and from behind while sucking a fat mink dick certainly set you off, huh!  Little sister thought it'd be cute to pretend to be momma, and started off sucking your dick, 'til it bloated up from four inches to a foot long spear of ferretbreeder.  And then she stuffed that dick between her little A-cups, and jerked you 'til you were spunking over both pairs of her D-cups.  But she was nice and long and slinky, and all those boobs just looked right! on her skinny body.  Then, copying mom and all those boys on the tape, she turned and lifted her tail to you.  You stuffed two feet of juicing ferret dick into her tunnel, and she pinned you against a wall and fucked you like crazy, 'til you cried out in pain and flopped to the floor.  Once she licked your second dick from your strained sheath, she slid down on you, already bulging in the middle with babies.  But with your dick buried again in her pregnant puss, and your new pillar stealing another virginity from the ferretgirl's pristine second pussy, she swells even more.  Before mom even gets home, she's stuffed with two litters in her lower womb, and a nice big litter in her upper, forcing her boobs to ride higher~