Avali bumps up against a Balros, almost as if by accident~ Balros The squirrelboy grins as the supercute'n'shortstacked cutegryphon bumps against him. Scooping hir up into his lap, sinking shaft after shaft after snakeshaft into hir stretchy puss and pliant tailhole. Avali Shortstacked, quad-breasted, and sporting not one, but two huge, plush muffs squished between those thighs and a fat donut that spreads those asscheeks good 'n wide. Reno would have been proud! She was not, however, expecting to receive such a sudden stuffing, and in multiple holes no less! Balros immediately has one squirming, squirting, bulging gryphoness taking up space in his lap, making a cacophony of chirps and squawks as those suspiciously flexible shafts sink into her short frame! Balros Oh, how heavenly is his pet, the perfect breeding buddy that his whole neighborhood has adopted to get gryphondaughters of their own to pump and fill and fuck and make families. Is this even the original? Balros knows they're -all- the original, even the ones with double pussies, caked-up rumps, and pregnant bellies that would make even Reno -blush-. All of his achingly stiff and fat shafts throb, swell, and stiffly stuff deeper into those impossibly deep depths, pink cocks throbbing and shaftsnakes slithering deeper still. His massive furred balls prop hir up between his legs, hir own big sheaths and balls and breasts supported by the swells of his nuts. Avali was, without a doubt, quite a promiscuous creature. But courtesy of that nature, and her penchant for finding those partners that are terrifically, dangerously corruptive, it's downright impossible to tell which one of her could be considered 'Patient Zero' at this point. Even sitting there in Balros' lap, cocks buried well into wombs that could only be described as cavernous, she's starting to show the first hints of a 'reaction'. Her tits swell within the grasp of his paws, and her areoals expand to the point where they each dominate over a third of each breast, capped with a too-thick nipple that even the squirrel would have trouble fitting his jaws over. There are bulges, too, subtle ones beneath the hide of each tit, and even a few fat veins where areola and fluff meet~ Balros Even when he's not breeding his gryphoness, he loves to look in at his neighbors as they breed theirs, oft creating too many daughters and clones to keep up with, sometimes filling entire houses with endless eggs and growing gryphons. All such gives the squirrel even more eagerness to fuck, fill, FUCK, FILL his too-cute corrupting pet. As his cocks and shaftsnakes swell larger to stuff deeper, he can feel a third pussy and second tailhole spreading hir behind even wider, eggs and live-birthed gryphclones already pushing out of those newly grown holes. Many are stuffed into his cavernous sheath, a few manage to slip out and spill around the couch and roll, egg or otherwise, across the floors. His thickbig handpaws grope and cup and knead and squeeze hir huge tits, feeling them grow, moaning as those plush bosoms fill out bigger with far more areolae flesh covering their fur-feathered surfaces. His second paw of handpaws dig deep around hir hips and thickthick thighs, fingertips plying back the rims of hir sheaths, exposing half-snaked shafts that are progressively mutating into more serpentine silhouettes. Avali could almost be considered cute in how she's sat in Balros' lap, hands braced on his thighs, head tilted back in a silent expression of bliss, and oversized, thick-padded paws dangling somewhere just beyond his knees. A deceptive appearance if there ever was one, especially as that new fluff-adorned muff swells into existance alongside the other three, and her hips audibly creak several inches wider as another thick-rimmed pucker joins in against the first, packed so closely together that they pillow right out against one another. Balros' fingers quickly discover that her sheath's aren't just big; they're thick. Their walls alone are easily six inches of softness adorned with a layer of short fuzz, and they do well to hide the shapes of the snakeshafts mutating into existence within. At least until he starts tugging all of that ample flesh back, exposing flickering tongues and blinking eyes to the light of day. Or, well, the slightly tit-shadowed light of day. Tits that are, by now, adorned by areolas that take up half the surface area of each globe, the bulges within them rapidly becoming more apparent as long, sinuous shapes move about. Without warning, save for a surprised squawk and a subsequent beak-chattering, a fat shaftsnake erupts from one of her topmost tits, tongue flickering all about, tasting the scents on the air, and almost immediately beginning to drool thick, clear pre. There must be so much squirrelmusk in the air~ Balros His eyes lid, his lips part with his panting breath, his hips judder powerfully with thrusting pumps as he ploughs, pumps, fucks, breeds, -corrupts- his changing gryphlover and fondles hir every endowment with abject lust. He has to place four paws on hir titties now for just how huge and flesh-capped they are, fingers splaying open around the shaftsnakes that spill-thrust-LURCH from hir coke-can engorged caps. He's still got just two handpaws on hir sheaths, there's no room to fit any more, the remaining limbs he's grown to grope hir sheaths devoted to the mutating, bulging, growing, sliterhing serpents that have become hir cocks. They have such -gorgeous- snake faces, with heat pits and sexy eyes and sperm-slobber dribbling down their chins. He has a glassy-eyed look as he looks at them, his hips pumping harder and harder as he loses himself to the bliss of his gryphoness's body. The fog of his musk influences the feral gryphons that birthed out or hatched out from earlier. Shaftsnakes lurch from sheaths and nipples and from bulging, squawking throats. Tails transform into snakes that stuff into other gryphoness pussies and fill wombs with more gryphons. A shake-shimmy of his tail sends a cloud of squirrelfunk up the chimney and out the windows to fumigate the neighbors, affecting the gryphons there and their masters.