Sigil
Mmmhmm, thank goodness for this acreage of squirreltail to keep cozy with.

Balros
sqiurreltaurs out allll over

Sigil
flexes her feet out bigger and steamier, melting the snowbank easily under their pads as she collides her body in against yours and absolutely molests every last inch of you, easing out every limb and forepaw and sheath and sac. Greedy for more of you to cozy and coil up with <3

Balros
Balros smiles as he sees the size of your paws, those gorgeously huge toes and broad fuzzy soles, pushing and spreading and growing larger with each flex.  He is so much to collide and ram against, thick bulk of fur and mass, with two sets of tree-trunk legs per pair of his tauric hips. Likewise, he has a huge sheath and sac for every pair of legs... meaning he's shoved up behind himself in a lot of places.

Sigil
's teeth bear into her perpetual lip-bite, plump mass of pout chewed and worked on as her eager purple eyes drink you all in, four-handedly teasing thick pawfingers through your chestnut fur wherever it leads, pooling pawpads underneath sheaths and sacs directly, bouncing and weighing and fondling and tugging as the contents of your nutsacs double and redouble, overstuffing themselves to your command, nipple-lips pursing into view so they may bury themselves in your dual-loaded frontside. She peers upwards in awe at your sheer malleability and heart-skipping multiplicity, and burrows herself happily into all your company, showering in kisses and caresses. ~ ~

Balros
He turns a head - well, several heads - to all suck, slurp, nibble and lovebite on just your lower lip, licking tongues across your teeth and smooching with you in multilove makeouts. Couple pairs of his eyes meeting yours, though parting to give your gaze enough freedom to roam all, all over his excessive squirrel bulk. His fur is heavenly, silky and fluffy and sinking even your thick digits inches deep. Kneading into his nuts and cockholsters is an act of pleasure, stimulating sensitive paw-nerves as much as sexual senses. All over, he's a lot - heavy. Dense. Destructively weighty. Bulging bigger, and almost casually growing more, adding pairs of balls to overstuffed sacs and more sacs to fuel more sheaths and the slumbering giants within. Your mawnipples taste him - addict you - give you more squirrel to suck on.

Sigil
's body shifts and swells along for the ride, ever playing catchup, its qualities blooming more salaciously for you as her mood influences her incarnation. Nipple lips kiss and suck at your foresheaths greedily, four breasts to tackle what's presented ahead freely while they can -  soon those expressive lips stretch vertically over plumping, surgingly huge breasts, taking on the blooming appearances of folds instead - eager sexes to invite the peeking surge of multiflesh from your sheaths, and tempt you into the expansive new wombs brewing inside of her heaving new chests. Monstrous mounds and slits bulging between her newly tripod configuration, a three-legged broodbeast squirrel brewing to meet your powerful growth in need. Steamy, inviting pheramones rising as she pands and gasps, clawing and groping at your weighty ascent, eyes lidded, senses overwhelmed, body -intensely- moving to couple with your throbs, to orally sample your flesh. Tongues battle yours, and she gladly loses herself in Our company once more ~ ~ ~