My head was face down on the table as I was forced to hold still for a long period of time. I was getting bored and tired due to how long I was waiting. "How much longer do I need to stay in this thing?" Our neighbor Harvy was underneath the table inspecting the mold that was on my large mystic draquine cock. He gave my thigh a little pinch before coming back up. "Another half hour Shade. Then we can get the mold off you and we can see how well the mold is." I sigh and bang my head on the table a bit. "Harvy, it's been almost two hours. My dick is starting to hurt because I have to stay in constant arousal for this. Not only that, but I also really need to itch something. This isn't exactly comfortable." He gives my head a slight pat. "I know Shade, but I told you I'll make it up to you with half off at the store for the outfits you girls need and bonus promotion on the brothel." Mistress would be pleased to hear that I managed to get more word out about the brothel, not like there isn't enough that is. But the more the merrier. And with how some things on the shelf in Harvy's store flies out the door cause people want to have their imagination run wild, part of me is tickled to seeing new clients after they get a taste. Unless, of course. They are the ones who keep asking and ignore the rule I made. I'm getting close to saying screw it and fuck them with my mystic cock just to shut them up. It's big, thick, and is meant for larger girls. A centaur being a good example due to their vaginal canals being very deep. Harvy on the other hand, he is an interesting otter. The man is in his late thirties and he told me that he has been doing these molds as a hobby back in high school. Not sure if the brown river otter means he has been doing this with dicks or with other stuff. But, I've bought some things he produced before and no joke, the man has great quality for such a small store. Time was passing by slowly as the mold was getting set in place fully and it has been about four hours. Normally it would take much longer, but Harvy has this special mix that make the mold settle faster. And I can feel it too. The tingling tightness the mold is getting to the harder it gets and it is becoming more and more tight due to it squeezing my cock all over. I legit have to keep myself from cumming cause otherwise I will ruin the mold on my cock as I punch a hole through it from the first cumshot. Which is a very hard thing for me to do cause I have to stay fully aroused when doing this. Harvy got this covered for me as he gave me some pheremones to breathe in. Said pheremones were of some random horse girl in heat and it kept me hard for the first two hours, then started wanning after that since I have had no orgasm. Just pent up balls. And even those are in the mold too. I had to keep my mind on other sexual things cause I am pretty sure that if I breath in anymore of the pheremones, I'm gonna nut so hard that the table will be painted permanently with my spunk underneath. Hell, I even had Melissa flash me her pussy when she walked into the kitchen to get a drink. Putting my face first into the table again, I was about to ask Harvy how long I needed again until I heard his phone go off. He pulls it out of his pants and clicks it off. "Alright Shade, the cast should be set in place with this magnificent cock of yours." He then gets under the table and against my groin to start tampering with the cast. "Let's go on ahead and get you out of this thing. I'm sure you want some relief in many ways after this." He sure wasn't wrong. Not only do I need to go fuck someone to get the case of blueballs done and over with, but I also really need to pee. Tugging myself back a bit as he held onto the mold, I felt the friction of the cast and how no air holes were in it as I felt the cast wanting to suck my cock back in place. "Oh dear, Shade honey. Try pulling back harder, the cast doesn't want to let go after a third is out." Gee, I wonder considering it is literally eighteen inches of penis. Knot included. Gripping onto the table, I start yanking my hips backwards as the otter held onto the mold. The suction was starting to breach my dam as I felt myself leaking. If I didn't get this thing off me soon, all that work was going to be for nothing. Several good tugs soon led to a loud popping noise that echoed the room and I fell backwards onto the floor as the chair fell over with me. Harvy crawls out from underneath the table to hold the mold up in process and started inspecting it. "Hmm, looks like the ridges inside and good, no notable damaged from the suction. Circumference of the knot is correct, along with the radial diameters of your testicles." He then lays it on top of the table on its side and nods. "I'd say this is a fine job well done Shade. Once production of the first prototype is made I'll be sure to let you know." Harvy then turns around to tell me more things about the deal, but I had unfortunately dissappeared. "Shade?" He looks around to see Melissa walking back into the kitchen. The mouse girl walked pass him to get to the fridge and he taps on her shoulders. "Excuse me Melissa, did you happen to see Shade a little bit ago, she was just here." Melissa looks up to the otter and shrugs. "I saw her heading for the back door. She may have left to go find a girl to plow or something. You did have her smell pheremones after all." She rummaged through the fridge to pull out a sandwich and closes it. As she passes by the mold on the table, "So, whose gonna test this when you make it?" "I do have some equine clients who might backlog this into their order list when I get it setup in the catalogs. I'm sure some of them will be interested." Harvy clasps his hands in joy as he goes over the handiwork he will be doing later. Melissa passes it off as a normal thing and heads back into the living room to continue watching tv. Meanwhile, I had walked outside and out into the nearby forest. Normally I would have just used the bathroom inside to tend to my relief, but I felt so backed up to where I didn't want to clog the drains with semen again. Especially when using this cock. Resting against a tree, I was holding onto my mystic cock with both hands as I let out a stream of hot urine on the ground. This is just my fault for thinking on having a drink while in the middle of the process. My bladder started feeling better when it flushed out the stored up liquid. Once that was settled, I moved away from the tree and started walking around the area. With no pants on and that my cock was still hard from the pheremones, I wanted to see if I could find someone in the forest wanting to get showered in cum. I know I am not the only pervet here in town besides Melissa and our neighbors Charlotte and Brittany. Those two however are out on a holiday for the month and won't be back until the third of next month. My mind though started drifting off to those pheremones I had my nose in earlier. The fresh scent of a mare in heat, her body dripping with lust as it is prime and ready to making a baby. I've had a handful of horse clients back at the breeding den at The Heavenly Nine and I know how hot their pussies are. And also how wet they get. Both of my hands moved up to my cock unconciously and I take ahold of it to start rubbing away. Because of how backed up I was, almost immediately I started dripping pre cum after a few smooth rubs against the tip of my shaft. Using that as lubrication, I moved all the way down on my ridges and worked down to my knot. The sensitivity was immeasurable as my cock was throbbing harder and harder as I moved my hands along the girthy length. The only thing really that was missing was when some of the horse girls I was plowing deep inside was the ones that were squirters. Having her hot juices splash on my balls as I forced my knot inside her was the tipping edge every time when I got one of them and it always made me cum harder than before. Pushing myself down on the ground and massaging my cock faster, I couldn't take it anymore and started ejaculating. Holding my cock up high, my glowing pink semen shot up into the air and splattered down in large globs everywhere. Rope after rope of cum erupting out of the shaft and lands in a random spot close by to me or sometimes on me. Needless to say, my balls felt better after two minutes of that. My mind started clearing a bit and I shake my head as I see how much of a mess I had made. "Geez... glad I walked out here to do this, otherwise the girls will be complaining to me about destroying the bathroom again." Getting up off the ground shakily, I walked back a bit as I regained myself from the euphoria I just had. The forest near our place was a decent size now that I thought about it. My eyes scan the woods as I work my way back home. "Been a while since I have been back here. Glad to see some of the trees here have grown well." Yeah, some of the foliage I do remember. Back when Kit and I first got this house and wandered into the forest for a nature walk, some of the trees were still growing sapplings. It's refreshing to see that some have gotten pretty tall already in the past few years.