"Shhh.. that's quite fine," shi said, a dulcet tone to soothe his chattered squeaks. Touching a finger to his lips, the statuesque vulpine grinned sweetly. "Good boys protest only a little when momma does this to them. Not too much. They're just there to hang about, look pretty and flushed...and blow their pungent excess babysnot all over the floor and momma's toes while they wait for collection time."
For his part, the captive butter-furred roo-rat whimpered in response; he had learned that got a more soothing reaction from miss Tawner during his stay in hir care. In reaction he simply throbbed, flattening his tagged ear anew, long hair hiding his blushing face and glossy blue eyes. Twitching and clenching his toes at the unrelenting vibration along his pendulous cock's cumtube--for the lady had strapped a pill to it and left it on a low buzz to tittilate--the precarious balance of hir teasing suggestions grew disturbed, his moaning growing as he felt pressure building again. He wouldn't be able to bargain his balls into silence if she teased him again...
"Yessss..just like that," crooned the black and orange vixen, hir paw cupped under his fat, straining and bloated pink cockhead, slowly hefting the bubblegum monster. "Not a word unless asked for one..just nice thoughts about taking this thing..being shown to a waiting receptacle...and.." Hir paws tugged, pushing his buzzing glans right against hir tummy through its sleek lavender shift; a tummy made softer and slightly pudgier from hir pregnancy earlier that year. "...waiting for the go-ahead to belch all that ripe slime right up their tubes. Isn't that right, Piston?" Hir voice flourished the name he'd been given. It wasn't his real name, but here, it might as well be a symbol of his only identity as a stud of the farms.
So shi turned the pill up a notch.
His bottom lip grew aquiver when shi did this, but no word came out, as good as if he were gagged. The words of the stable mistress seemed enough to cow him, even if the actions of the farm didn't do that already. Bound tight into his harness, the potent restraint and mix of teasing only served to shatter his silk-frail restraint. His sac roiled, throbbing and bloating. Those hormones and genetic tricks certinally did a job, his fat thighs forced apart by his pair of massive testes, baked in musk and left as a tease for the females of the farm.
Yet all of this has its drawbacks...you can't keep a stud backed up at their cap, lest their productivity begins to slow down as their body adapts to not being used much. The boyslime that burbled from his dick was nearly constant, making the vixen's belly sticky, darkened hir shift in goop and came at a speed that suggested he was quite used to being milked at specific times. No pre any more, just raw semen from his monsterous package. And over that a wide rolling moan came as shi turn up the pill vibe.
Watching his reaction and the sudden outflush as if turning up a tap on a slurry faucet, the vixen 'rrrwrled' huskily in hir throat. Hefting his cock further shi drew a fat, goopy-white snail-trail up hir front, between hir covered breasts. Brought that musky package closer, closer...shi dipped hir muzzle in the lull between spewings and immediately screwed hir tongue into that belching cumslit, latching hir lips on and taking the next belch of thick, pill-coddled jelly into hir jaws...
The squeak that erupted from the captive roo-rat was exquisite. Tempting as the heady, virile burn of the fluid he pumped forth. He could feel that weighty pressure build upon is shaft, building within his sac, the climax to come. Can't help but not notice it, after all: his balls had spread his legs so far apart he could feel every surge, every throb of his the immense pckage.
Then another pull was suckled...and one more...by the time shi pulled free, a lolling bridge fell linking lip to dick. Shi had to actually shove hir tongue through the thick gel, stirring it about on hir tastebuds and swishing hir tail in reaction. He's seen hir do this with the others like him. He knows what shi's doing. When shi bit hir taken load in half, hir muzzle turned up to swallow half.
He waited expectantly, trying to hold on. He hadn't been told he could let go yet, you see, and what he'd already pumped forth pales in comparison to when he's given full head and let blow. Hir throat bobbed...blowing a steamy breath through hir nostrils tainted with his smell as if savoring some exotic smoke, and holding still to feel how easily or difficultly a portion of that load slid down hir throat. Despite the quality of all of that leaking spunk it'd only take a little more till it's at prime quality.
Just as he felt he couldn't hold any longer, shi cupped hir paw and spat the rest into hir palm, examining it and turning hir paw this way and that with an approving rumble. "Mmmn...good texture, mature and strong, though not quite perfect yet...should be so by the morning. Good boy." His cheek was petted, and as if a relief from what was coming he felt hir turn the vibe back down to a steady, faint buzz. Returning him to merely being edged for hours at a time. A great part felt the pang of the loss of release, but this was natural..and made the time of collection--or, if it were time for it, mounting and proper breeding--a drug to savor when it came. Despite his fantstic rich flavor even on the weaker top-seed behind the more concentrated broth he's yet to release, it's not quite ready. Almost there, and as any good Farm owner can tell, he's almsot ready for milking.
Leaning in, shi gave the suspended roo-rat a slow, sweet, indulgent kiss. "Wait...no, I haven't...not yet...I...." is all he could get out before the kiss came, shushing him, making his dick lurch urgently. Shi smiled behind it before stepping hir way back. The need to cum, to have his orgasm, to relieve the pressure on his tremendous sac, unanswered. No, he needs to age a night more...Unable to do anything about it but drool the weaker top-head of seed on the hay-strewn floor underneath his harness as the crickets chirp set in on evening's approach, Siyu--Piston, as he was named here-- let out a sharp whine following that kiss. Only the moans of his fellow stall mates interrupted his own into the night.
Pic and most excellent story by
\n\t\t\t\t\tnikkyvix I suppose now it's the second in the series about Redtail forms, the first being https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10316761/