Author’s note: For the sake of simplicity, I’m not going to try to translate Italian to English and vice versa. Let’s keep it simple for this one, eh?
Enjoy this romp around the world.
Till the End Cums
Volpe returned from his last breeding session of the day, images of the rabbit’s fat, jiggly ass floating through his head, repeatedly making his girthy, three foot cock harder and softer again. “She sure was something,” Volpe sighed, thinking about the wonderful time the two of them had. “I wonder how many she’ll have.” He shut the door to his apartment and immediately took off his shirt, which read ‘Unemployed Breeder.’ The camouflage pants he wore showed his bulge, begging to be freed from its fabric prison.
His phone vibrated, indirectly stimulating his cock further. The eight-foot-tall fox slowly pulled the device out of his pocket, savoring the on-and-off texts from Ember. He knew it was Ember for one reason specifically: constant messages in a row. After the barrage of messages, he checked the device, confirming his suspicions.
FlamingEmbers
Hey
How was that bunny
Bet she was hot as fuck
You know how they fuck.
Like rabbits!
Indeed, it was. “Why is she always so interested in my job?” Although he was an ‘Unemployed’ Breeder, he still got paid handsomely to have sex with people. The difference between him and some prostitute was that he was far more organized and handled it like a business. And those who approached him for his services sought genuine breeding, not just one night stands.
BreedingEnthusiast13
You sure are horny
It went very well though. She was filled with my seed till she nearly burst.
FlamingEmbers
HOT!
You know, I bet there’s one girl you can’t breed, aside from me that is.
BreedingEnthusiast13
Oh please. I know you want some of this cock, Ember.
I’ll even give you 50% off
FlamingEmbers
Don’t make me come over there
But this is the one girl you won’t be able to breed
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Volpe stripped out of his pants and strode to his couch and he sat down. As he opened the image, his cock shot to the sky. A woman with bulbous breasts in a tight white crop top far too small for them and a tight pair of volleyball shorts. The human’s thighs bulged from them like succulent pieces of meat that made Volpe’s mouth water. “Oh my god.” Her green eyes pierced his soul as her plush lips were pursed in a sensual manner. The flowing blue hair with green highlights spilled over her shoulders and down behind her, tied up in a ponytail.
BreedingEnthusiast13
Who is this beauty? Do you have her number?
He started stroking his cock with his free hand, feeling the veins aching along his shaft. If only his right hand were free, he could really work his length properly.
FlamingEmbers
That’s the Earth dude.
We’re on her right now.
Like… on her body.
BreedingEnthusiast13
Wait
So that’s not a real girl?
FlamingEmbers
It’s Earth-Chan bro
This version isn’t flat
Who wants small titties anyway
fondles herself
BreedingEnthusiast13
So I can’t breed her?
FlamingEmbers
Unless that delicious cock of yours can somehow warp time and space
Volpe was immensely disappointed knowing this wasn’t a real person. However, something clicked in his brain. Imagination was a powerful thing. Visions of his plowing this woman, her tits as large as his balls, jiggling as he thrust his meat into her body. She panted like a bitch in heat, begging for his seed.
That’s it, Volpe thought. Even if this wasn’t real, even if she wasn’t real, Volpe was petty enough to make it real. He’d find a way, no matter what it took.
BreedingEnthusiast13
We’ll see about that…
He put his phone away, the idea of fucking the Earth driving him to do something he never thought he would do. Of course, breeding people for a living wasn’t something thought possible either; yet here he was, thrusting his manhood into willing ladies for money. His cock still protruding from his body like a flagpole, he packed his bags. He ignored the constant vibrations from Ember, who was trying to figure out what she had just unleashed on the world.
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And so began Volpe’s Quest to fuck the Earth!
One thing was set in his mind. If he was to plow the world, in the literal sense, he needed to find Earth’s pussy. He could easily cram his dick into holes five times smaller than his eleven inch wide cock, but how big was Earth’s pussy? He hopped on a train to the nearest canyon, thinking he’d get lucky.
Bletterbach Gorge in South Tyrol was slightly misleading. Rather than the canyon itself, it was the name of the stream that flowed through it. “This one has been here for a while,” Volpe said as he looked over the wooden handrail that kept him and everyone else from falling into the canyon. Volpe, of course, at a towering eight feet tall, was so much taller than it that he could easily step over it. Part of him wanted to. If this gorge was really this old, this could definitely be Earth’s pussy. All he had to do was find some proof before he whipped his dick out and started pumping his meat in front of everyone. He attempted to read from the brochure but couldn’t really find any interest in it. “Hmm…volcanic eruptions, quartz… Etsch, Esh, Etshh, I’m not pronouncing that.” He shoved the brochure in his back pocket, not wanting a history lesson.
“Hiking Tour this way!” A voice called behind him.
Volpe turned around, seeing a family of beavers, two parents and three little ones, all clad in hiking gear to the nines. Camelbacks, white helmets, and hi-viz vests. The female voice he had heard was a beautiful Coyote, dressed similarly. Her light-brown fur glistened in the sunlight. Her breasts were bursting from the vest on her body, the tour guide's uniform struggling to remain buttoned. Beneath his camo pants, his bulge twitched, begging to be set free. “Maybe she’d know,” Volpe said, listening to his head, and not the one attached to his neck.
He joined the group, thinking he could easily join in. “Excuse me, sir?” The coyote said with authority. “Are you a part of this group?”
Volpe turned on his charm, looking at the canine with his kind eyes. “Oh, I didn’t realize there was a sign-up sheet. Am I too late?” He smiled, knowing exactly how to work the hearts of Italians.
“No, this is a paid tour, sir.” She held a hand to the beavers she was about to lead into the gorge and walked up to him. She only reached his abs. “I can accept late members, but,” she took a deep breath, trying to maintain a sense of authority, but a certain smell made her lose focus. Volpe grinned.
“What’s your name, miss?” He asked without even realizing that his musk was seeping into her nostrils, making the woman far more persuasive.
Her deep green eyes stared through his amber gaze, feeling that this giant was nothing more than a puppy, naive to the dangers of the world. “Carina,” she responded, breathily.
“Nice to meet you, Carina,” Volpe responded. “I’m Volpe. I’d be very interested in joining your tour. Where might I go about doing so?”
Carina’s ears perked up, and her eyes darted back and forth from his face to the bulge in his pants. “Oh, uh,” she hesitated. Gesturing for Volpe to bend over, he did so. She whispered into his ear. “If you would allow me to pleasure you and your, well,” she chuckled, wondering why she was being so bold, “manhood, I’d let you come with us for free.” Carina blushed, looking away. “You’ll need safety gear, though. Over there.” She pointed to a small building with a service window. “We’ll wait for you.”
Volpe wasn’t so naive as not to pick up what she meant. Even on his impromptu vacation, it seemed he was about to be put to work.
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The tour bored him tremendously. As neat as the colorful layers of sandstone were, or the chirp of the birds intriguing beavers to no end was, he wasn’t here for the scenery. And with the rocky terrain keeping them on their toes, he was eager not to linger longer than he had to. There was no sign of it being Earth’s pussy whatsoever. No holes, no feminine odors, nothing out of the ordinary.
As the group finally made it to the end of the tour, and the beavers waddled back to the equipment shed, Carina grabbed Volpe by the waist of his pants and dragged him away. “C’mon, I can’t wait anymore.” She tugged him around a corner to a secluded cave, the multi-colored interior of which being one of the more unusual places that he’s had a sexual encounter. “I gotta have some of that dick,” Carina panted as she yanked his pants off, revealing the throbbing trunk of a cock. Musk filled the tiny cave, the smell wafting out into the gorge. “How do you stuff this in your pants?!” She shouted in amazement. Then there were his balls. Nearly as large as her breasts, they laid on the rocky ground, the cum within them churning audibly.
“I don’t know,” Volpe responded plainly. “I try and it just works.”
“Let’s see if you can stuff it inside me instead.” Carina started taking off her hiking gear, tossing it behind her lazily, not caring what came of it. Her breasts flopped out of her shirt like jello coming out of the mold, wiggling and jiggling wildly, the fat rippling along and down her body. Packed into her tight pants was an ass like he had never seen before. Not too large, but not too small. Not so soft that his fingers could sink into them and get lost, but not so taut that there was nothing to grab. Volpe’s cock seemed to have a mind of it’s own, springing to her breasts and lodging itself betwixt her puppies. “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” She huffed his musk, his cock’s tapered head sitting directly in front of her.
“You know,” Volpe said. “I’m a breeder for hire. I have to warn you that I’m very potent.” He grabbed her tits, feeling how soft they were. Precum oozed out of his tip and lubricated his shaft. It shimmered in the low light of the setting sun, only making it more alluring to the horny coyote.
“Good,” Carina said ravenously. “I could use the maternity leave.”
She didn’t waste any time thrusting her pussy over his cock, stretching her body as if she were made of rubber. “OH!” Carina shouted, her voice echoing through the cave and into the gorge. “Volpe!” His tip slid right past the tip and penetrated her womb. She screamed as his knot slid into her pussy.
“Wow, you do this often?” Volpe asked, shocked that someone could take him so easily. “No one is able to swallow my cock so easily the first time around.” Even his most frequent clients required at least an hour of foreplay beforehand, and if they wanted anal, required a scaled down dildo of Volpe's penis at all times due to being stretched out so much.
Carina was unable to answer. She was drowning in the bliss of carnal pleasure. Volpe let her lead, not wanting to accidentally hurt her, as if anything worse than stretching her body like a wad of putty would do it. She grasped his shoulders and rode his meat, letting her voice make whatever sounds she desired it to.
Volpe grasped her hips, thrusting her deeper onto his cock. He felt his body getting hotter as they continued their love-making session. “Carina,” he moaned, feeling her body clench his shaft in moist, warm flesh. Her body was so tight that he was nearing completion faster than usual. Part of him felt embarrassed by the idea, but he wanted to fill this woman with his seed so badly. This creature of lust who willingly wanted his cock, like his other clients for P.U.P.S., but didn’t require any foreplay to take him to the base. “I must warn you. I’m about to cum.” He groaned, holding back the damn by sheer will as his johnson throbbed and twitched within her, his balls readying the cannon. “It will be a lot.”
“I can take it, big boy.” Carina didn’t care about the repercussions. She felt his member twitching within her, reverberating within and shaking her very bones. “Fill me with your hyper seed.”
That was all the convincing Volpe needed. Pushing her to the base of his cock, he felt his load spew from the tip. Carina’s belly started to fill like she were a condom covering his cock; not that he ever used condoms. In spurts, her body grew and grew as Volpe unloaded liters of fox seed into his partner. He lost his brief sense of shame from cumming so soon as the wave of euphoria washed over him. It felt different. There was no appointment, no promise with P.U.P.S. to uphold, and no rule saying he couldn’t cuddle afterwards. He brought her close, the massive belly sloshing against his chisled chest as he continued to cum and inflate her. She spilled over the sides as the cum within her churned away.
That night, they slept under the stars.
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His long vacation had been extended; though, not due to the reasons he had expected. He found himself within a small jail cell, far too tight for a fox his size. Hauled away in a van to Tom Price, Australia, while visiting Joffre Gorge, he was still curious about what it was he had done wrong. The cell was reminiscent of those small jail cells you’d see in spaghetti western movies. He half expected a Sheriff, Mariff, or whoever the heck would come out of the office after he was thrown in here so unceremoniously.
He didn’t have to wait long, as a Kangaroo opened the door and stepped out. His light blue shirt with a dark blue tie only fell down to his lower torso, stretching out where his body turned more pear-shaped, which was covered by dark blue pants. The brown eyes seemed dead to the world as he stared at the large tourist in his jail cell. “Oi, big fella,” he said, sitting a cup of coffee on the table. The small room around them contained one other prison cell, along with a desk and the reception window that led to the main entry area. “What cheeky business were ya up to at Joffre, then?” He grabbed a chair and pulled it out from the table, and sat down. His tail curled around the leg of the chair as he grabbed his mug again and waited for Volpe’s juicy excuse.
“Well, uh,” Volpe said meekly, trying to read the nametag on his shirt, “Officer Kelly. I can explain everything.”
“Please do.” He sipped his coffee. “We got all day.”
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Three days prior, Volpe arrived in Australia. As much as he would have loved to stay for a longer period of time and visit, he had a quest to uphold. After visiting Cambanoora Gorge, Galston, Loch Ard, Sturt Gorge, Windjana Gorge, and Palm Valley, and practically traversing all of the small continent in a matter of days, he had one hope left. Only an hour away from Sheila Mountain was Joffre Gorge. The mountain was so close to the gorge, and judging by the name alone, Volpe took a logical leap and hoped this was a step in the right direction. Sheila was slang for sexy woman, after all. If there was any chance that any gorge or canyon was Earth’s womanhood, this would be the one.
From the carpark, Volpe squeezed through a rough and narrow passage down to the falls. Turns out there was a waterfall somewhere in the gorge as well! Everyone gazed at him in amazement. Half of the folks there were tourists, but the natives who had come to visit were baffled by his size. He could feel the stares as if they were piercing his body. They didn’t bug him too much, at least, and he was more than accustomed to being larger than everyone else, especially downstairs. It certainly came in handy when the group reached the Class 5 trail, and he assisted people over the large rock slabs.
He was about to give up hope and turn back when someone poked his thigh. “Hey, big fella.” Volpe turned, seeing a woman whose species he couldn’t pin down. The Tiger Quoll had white spots littered across her dark brown fur along her back, while her tan underbelly accented her modest breasts, likely a DD-cup if he had to guess. “Hot out, in’it?” She hugged his muscular leg, feeling the hot camouflage pants against her fur. Brown eyes looked up at him, her intent perfectly clear.
“It sure is,” Volpe said, stopping his trek. The wordplay and tone in the woman’s voice were lost on him. “I was hoping to cool off in the waterfall. I’m a bit musky from my adventures.”
The woman took a deep whiff of the air around Volpe. Indeed, he smelled of unwashed junk. He had been travelling for three days straight. “Ya do, there.” If her pupils could turn into hearts, they would have. “I don’t know if they let us do that, though,” she smirked. “Unless we hung around and let them leave us behind.”
“I would hope they would. It would be rather rude to expose myself in front of everyone.”
“What if someone wants to see?” The woman reached for his groin and gently touched the bulge in his pants.
“OH!” Volpe said aloud. “Oh, I’m sorry. I understand now.” He grabbed the woman and hoisted her up to his shoulders. “All you had to do was ask, you know? I’m Volpe.”
“Volpe,” she said with a giggle. “You’re a tourist for sure. Name’s Nerida.” She scratched Volpe’s orange mane. “Let’s get wet and wild.”
And so, they waited for the rest of the group to leave. As soon as they did, they disrobed, jumped into the water and swam for the waterfall, emerging behind it. “Can’t say I’ve ever had sex behind a waterfall,” Volpe chuckled, stroking his member to get it back up to full mast from the cold.
“Why don’t ya let me help you?” She didn’t need to kneel to reach Volpe’s cock. Her lips wrapped around his tip, expecting the cock to be far smaller than his body. Her warm breath encompassed it, stimulating Volpe’s manhood with her wet mouth.
“Wait, I want to warn you,” Volpe said cautiously, but it was too late. Nerida had taken him to the knot, licking his shaft with talented tongue work. “I’d, be, careful,” he tried to warn once more. He felt himself growing rapidly. Nerida’s brown eyes shot wide open as her mouth was stretched wide around his cock, her tongue unable to do much else. Volpe’s meat worked it’s way down her throat as it grew. Thicker and thicker, longer and longer. She was stuck on his dick! More like a fleshlight than a living being now, she was lifted off the ground as the strong and mighty length held her in place, wrapped around itself. “Are you ok?!” Volpe shouted, the crashing of the water muting his urgent question.
Nerida raised a hand in a thumbs-up. A muffled, “too easy” left her stretched lips. Volpe didn’t understand what that meant. The slang out here was… too powerful. “Go for it.”
“Oh!” He grasped Nerida’s sides and started slowly sliding her body up and down his shaft. He had tried toys before, but they always broke before he could reach climax. This though? It was hot, it was moist, and it wasn’t going to rip after ten minutes of use! He dug his hands deeper into her furry body and slid her body faster along his manhood. The constant slurping and gaking from Nerida was enough to drive him wild.
What he didn’t notice was what happened when he finally came. He was so large compared to his surprise partner that his tip nearly reached her pelvis. His jizz shot right through her body and spewed out the other side and into the water! They couldn’t smell his musk thanks to the waterfall, but if they did, they may have stopped then and there.
What they also didn’t notice was that they had drawn a crowd. Although they could only see vague outlines in the flowing water, they weren’t foolish enough to not recognize two blokes shaggin’ in public. They had seen a cock that large before, and were more than eager to watch the show. However, the musk from Volpe’s load contaminating the water sent their wives into a frenzy, and an orgy broke out.
Someone from the National Park came by, searching for the missing tour and freaked out. “Bloody! Call a Booze Bus, George!”
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“And that’s what happened,” Volpe said as he wrapped up his side of the story.
“For real life?” Officer Kelly was on the edge of his seat. “You fuckin Bruce! Shaggin’ a woman you just met behind the waterfall.” Volpe hesitantly nodded in agreement, wondering why Officer Kelly called him Bruce. “Well, good on ya!” Kelly stood. “I can’t just leave a man like that in the slamma’.” He pulled the keys off a hook and approached the iron bars. “I gotta let ya go. Say it was all a misunderstandin’.
“Really?” Volpe asked, his ears perking up like a dog who just heard the T word.
“Really,” Officer Kelly said with confidence. “That is,” he placed the key in the lock but didn’t turn it. “If you show me some of that action.”
Volpe’s excitement dropped a bit. “You mean, um… like…”
“What’s not to get?” Officer Kelly started disrobing, showing off his pecs and arm muscles. “Show me a good time and you’ll be outta ‘ere.”
“Oh.” Volpe absorbed his meaning. “A-a-alright.” It wasn’t often that men requested his services, but if they were paying customers, he certainly didn’t discriminate. And in this case, freedom was his payment. “I’ve done guys before.”
Officer Kelly unlocked the door and ushered Volpe to step out. He leaned in close as Volpe approached him, his breath reeking of coffee. “Just so you know, I like it rough.” He started taking off his pants, and Volpe couldn’t help but look. His balls were above his penis! On top of that, his cock was nearly two feet long, but as thin as his finger.
Not seeing many cocks in his life, not even to mention a Kangaroo’s, he was baffled by the different types of junk there could be in the world. The uniqueness of it triggered the part of his brain that was more adventurous, making Volpe more willing to follow through. “Lean over the table like a good boy, er, officer.” He pointed to the table where Office Kelly had been sitting previously. The roo obliged, lying face down on it and lifting his tail.
“Call me Broden,” Officer Kelly said. “For the next hour. I’m yours.” He rubbed Volpe’s bulge in his camo pants, teasing him.
Volpe blushed. He was no better than Nerida. Was this a thing that all Australians did? Whatever. As he removed his pants and shirt, he found it was difficult to get in the mood for sex with Broden, especially since the lusty Kangaroo was watching him strip! Volpe tried stroking his cock until he was hard, but he had a sudden bout of performance anxiety. He knew from past experiences that all he had to do was get it in the hole, and that would be enough to get him started, but how was he gonna get there with this awkward vibe in the air? Then, he saw a utility belt on a desk by the wall.
Volpe had an idea to spice things up.
Grabbing the handcuffs from the holster, he turned to his unexpected partner, just like all of his sexual encounters on this journey so far. He strode behind the roo and leaned in close to Broden, the roo’s ears flopping wildly with excitement. Volpe whispered, “Your safe word is ‘Biscuits.’” Broden didn’t respond aside from a shudder of excitement. Volpe grabbed the officer’s arms and restrained him with the cuffs. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Officer Broden.” He spanked his ass cheeks, finding they were tough with muscles, much like his own. “You need disciplinary action.”
“I do!” Broden shouted. “Discipline me, Captain Volpe! Dock my pay. Put me on leave! Shag me till I’m raw!”
As cheesy as this situation had become, Volpe had to admit that Broden’s response was enough to drive him the rest of the way. Pre started to leak from his tip. And there’s the lubrication. He pressed his dick against Kelly’s hole, the darker fur of his ass telling Volpe that he didn’t see a lot of action. I hope I don’t break him. Cum leaked into the roo’s hole, the soft moans from the officer telling the fox this.
“Your new assignment is to milk my cock dry, Officer. That’s on order!” Volpe spanked Broden again.
Broden whined, savoring the feeling of the warm seed filling him. “Yes, Captain.” Volpe inserted just his head, making the officer moan like a slut. His hole stretched and stretched, nearly a foot wide. A pang of stinging, throbbing pain shot through him as Volpe reached his thickest point. Part of him wanted to shout the safeword. Biscuits! His mind screamed. He was unprepared for the massive member that had entered his forbidden tunnel, but he endured. He had been through many harder, more trying things than this. Broden clenched his fists and his hole tightened around Volpe’s cock in doing so. Volpe noticed and paused, giving Broden time to adapt.
“Your assignment starts now.” Volpe pulled his hips back tauntingly, then thrust inward. Instead of stretching Broden’s gut like a toy, it rode through his body and nearly reached his esophagus, leaving a massive bulge vertically along the front of his body, lifting him up and off the table. The roo gagged, but didn’t give any sign of pain, resistance, or distress. Volpe continued. He had to admit this was one of the most unusual circumstances in which he had a sexual encounter. Roleplay had been done before, especially Cop and Prisoner, but never to such a realistic degree.
“You’re so tight, officer,” Volpe teased. Volpe grabbed the roo around the waist and picked him up, letting gravity assist him. “I may have to use force.” He could feel his cock stretching Broden’s body, his arm providing extra stimulation. That was all it took to forget the roleplay. Thrusting his hips with more power than usual, letting his arms caress the back of his shaft through his soft, tan-furred partner, he lost the will to keep it up. Pleasure drowned him.
Broden shared the sentiment. In their new position, the cock inside of him went even further up his body, making him unable to speak. His own cock bounced wildly as Volpe used him like a toy. The heat from both their bodies and the throbbing shaft within him was making the back room of the station steam up! As their vision clouded, the two relied on their sense of touch, amplifying the blissful sensations from Volpe’s cock.
Volpe’s knot started stretching Broden’s asshole. Their shared moans of pleasure echoed around the station. One slam at a time, more of Volpe’s knot entered the Roo’s body. It was only a matter of time before they went all the way.
Broden was the first to cum, the constant and rapid assault on his P-spot making his lengthy member spew seed across the back room like a miniature, out of control firehose. “CRIKEY!” He shouted without reserve. Ropes of cum flew across the table, into the air above them, and landing on their heads, somehow feeling cold against their heated bodies.
Volpe wasn’t far behind. He felt Broden’s body tighten around his manhood. Buttons flew off of Broden’s shirt, already on the brink from the extra girth within the body it was covering, now surrendering to the expanding cock.
With one last thrust, his knot slid inside with a loud, messy schlorp.
Volpe’s deep moans of pleasure filled the backroom as he opened the tap. A gurgling sound came from Broden’s mouth as sticky, warm seed began to spew from it like a broken pipe. It painted the ceiling a fresh coat of white, dripping over the two of them as they were bathed with cum. Volpe squeezed Broden lightly, providing his dick with extra stimulation as his balls churned and dumped their payload.
Volpe panted heavily. Some of his thick ropes dripped into his mouth, the familiar taste of his spunk reminding him of all the nights when he sucked his own cock to empty the tank before bed. It was as salty as he remembered. Certainly as thick, and it coated his mouth like honey. Maybe some gay sex once in a while isn’t so bad, Volpe thought.
The two panted heavily as Volpe’s cum fountain was drained. Completely covered in seed, and surrounded by a small pool, with thick droplets falling from the ceiling around them, they gave each other a knowing look.
“So uh…” Broden wriggled a bit, and Volpe let him go. “Looks like I’m stuck for a while.”
“Yeah.”
“We can shower off, then I’ll take care of this,” Broden gestured to the majority of the backroom of the station.
“Alright.”
After the shower, Broden was able to slip away from Volpe’s cock. As the fox put his clothes back on and started to leave, he turned to look at Broden for one last time. The two shared a forbidden male bond in this moment - an unspoken male rule that would bring one’s sexuality into question. That wasn’t a problem for Volpe, of course, as he was bisexual and comfortable with the fact. He didn’t know what Broden was, but it didn't matter. Volpe bought his freedom doing what he did best. “Hey, if you’re ever in Italy, call me, ok?” Volpe reached into his bag and pulled out a P.U.P.S. business card with his name on it.
P.U.P.S.
(Promoting Ultimate Pregnancies and Sires)
Volpe Rubrum
Certified Breeder
+39 XX-XXXXXXXXX
“Yeah, reckon, I will.” Broden smiled warmly, blushing slightly. “Have a good day, mate. Stay outta trouble, now.”
Volpe turned and left out the back door, wondering if he would ever come back to Australia.
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Wakey, Wakey, Volpe.
The familiar voice filled Volpe’s head. He was so groggy. Why?
Vooooooooooolpeeeeeeeeee
“What?” Volpe opened his eyes to see a dingy, speckled carpet. It felt like he was sitting down. “Where am I?”
“Oh, you silly. Don’t you remember the Grand Canyon?”
Faint images of the sun-baked rock flooded his memory, but they were blurry. Bits and pieces floated around, making the timeline of events misconstrued. Volpe remembered standing above the canyon and gazing into it, then suddenly he was in a public bathroom, balls deep in someone, her speckled white fur glistening with sweat. A face flashed before him. Emerald green eyes, white fur with black leopard spots, and a sultry gaze. A throbbing ache on the back of his head brought another memory to mind: the good, hard thwack that someone had delivered to his skull.
“It’s hard to remember.” He tried to grasp his throbbing head, but he couldn’t move his arms. Or his legs! Oh god, this woman tied him up!
“Give it time,” the voice said again. Paws stopped in front of him. White fur… black spots… “How could my wittle Vowpe forget his Mistwess?”
Mistress? Volpe was so confused. I don’t have a mistress. Do I? Even if he was a gentle soul with the cock of a beast, he would know if he had a mistress. “Since when are you my Mistress?” Attempting to escape from his bindings, whatever they were, he failed.
His vision was starting to clear, and he raised his head, following the pair of legs attached to the feet in front of him. Filled out thighs, attached to a wide waistline. A woman. Wearing a horribly thin pair of blue yoga shorts, the woman’s ass was barely contained within them. Things were starting to come back. “You silly boy. Since I brought you here.” Anyone who enters my basement is automatically my slave.” Her hands, which were decorated with painted claws, motioned around the room. “And there’s no way out.”
Volpe turned his head to inspect the room. Everything except the carpeted floor was covered in black or red latex. The walls were shimmering from the repeating black and red patterned latex walls, more reminiscent of a public school gymnasium than a Latex BDSM Dungeon, certainly unlike any he had been in. Several red shelves lined the walls, painted in glossy paint, holding toys of various types, shapes, and sizes - Dildos, plugs, gags, other insertable toys that even Volpe hadn’t dared to dabble with. Another shelf held tools, mounted like torture weapons. He knew these very well - Crops, whips, feather wands, cactus rollers, nipple clamps, and so many more. Mannequin heads held masks of wild varieties, some of which intimidated Volpe. Why did they need that many spikes? Hanging from the support beams of the partially unfinished basement were swings, and not the fun kind. Volpe only hoped that he wouldn’t have to be strapped into any of those. He knew all too well what fun could be had with them, and it could only be called fun if both parties enjoyed it. What looked like a modified massage table sat in the middle of the room. How could Volpe even describe it? Spikes, studded paddles, candles ready to burn, a giant onahole underneath the table, presumably, to clamp onto the victim’s cock when they’re lying down, other unspeakable things.
There was only ONE window, but it didn’t look like it opened at all and was only there for show. Whatever day it was, it was around late evening, as the sun was going down. He turned back to his captor and continued up her body. There was her face. Ocean blue eyes, wide with excitement, and joy practically spilling down over her body. Black hair with silver strands speckled throughout poured from her scalp down to her shoulders. “You know, there’s this thing in Italy called ‘Consent.’” Volpe said with a touch of snide, deciding there was a time to be a teddy bear, especially in matters like this. “Even if we had some fun at the Grand Canyon, I didn’t consent to this.” He wasn’t sure if this was what happened, but if he was to make a logical leap, this would be a good one. “Why doesn’t the carpet match the drapes?” he asked teasingly, not referring to whether he meant the decor or his captor. “Ivory.” Her name shot back to him.
“Even when you’re in my clutches, you’re just as charming.” Ivory caressed his chin. “I hate to have you here mid-renovations. My last slave got a little… messy.” She chuckled, enjoying the memories of what she had done. “I can still smell faint hints of his musk, even upstairs.” She grasped his chin lovingly and brought him close. “He was a lot like you, but, well, smaller. Can’t say his output was small, though. Flooded the place. A quickshot, too. Absolutely no fun for his Mistress. I had to let him go.”
“Great, then why don’t you let me go?” Volpe asked. “Frankly, I perform best when we both agree to the situation.”
“Oh, I think you’ll like what I have in store for you.” She turned, her ass wiggling only inches away. She grabbed a rope dangling to the right of Volpe and started pulling with all her might, lifting Volpe from the ground. His wrists and ankles were brought to restraints in an X-shaped frame, and latched around them, holding him in place. She started taking off her clothes, her breasts spilling from the bra like a waterfall. Her ass-flesh followed suit as the yoga shorts came off. This was a MILF in heat. “And what luck,” she said. “I always get so horny under a full moon.”
“WHAT?!” Volpe started to panic. “Right now?” He looked out the window. The sun was nearly gone. Suddenly, he stopped. Wait. This is my chance. “Ok, fine.” Volpe sighed. “Fine, I’m yours.” He couldn’t force his cock to get hard under such circumstances, but he sure as hell could imagine all the things that could make him horny. Cuddling a beautiful woman after sex, feeling her massive belly after their intense session of heated passion, their hot, sticky bodies clinging to eachother. Most of all, his massive cock stretching a woman’s hole so wide that it stayed stretched beyond belief even after the fact.
His cock shot to life, all three feet of hard cock posing as eager to please his new mistress. “That’s a good boy~” Ivory cooed. She reached for a mask on a shelf nearby and reached as high as she could to slide it over Volpe’s head, blinding him, with an O-shaped opening in front of his muzzle. This only made it easier for him to imagine better, sexier things than being trapped in some psycho American woman’s basement. “Now we begin your training.”
All Volpe had to do was wait.
Ivory grabbed a crop and grasped the handle with vigor. “I love breaking in new toys.” She smirked. “It’s up to you whether I mean this crop or you,” she slapped the crop into her hands with a satisfying CRACK. Sliding the Crop down Volpe’s chisled chest, Ivory teased him. “You already know that your Mistress is a size Queen, and you have the largest girth I’ve ever seen.”
Volpe imagined a beautiful, buxom woman running a finger down his chest. Maybe Carina, teasing him with some foreplay before they lie in bed for another passionate love-making session.
Ivory slid the crop along Volpe’s pulsing shaft as pre-cum fell to the carpet, staining it permanently. “Such an eager boy, you are~” She came close and licked the tip of his cock, tasting the fresh, salty seed. “I’ll have to try and restrain you when you’re not so,” a sultry giggle escaped her, “antsy~” She suddenly slapped his abs with the crop, leaving an indent in his beige fur. “As my toy, you will follow orders.” Another slap, this time on the side. “You will learn that with pain, comes pleasure.” Slap, on the other side. “And with pleasure, comes pain. You will not release unless your mistress allows you to do so.” She stroked his cock feeling the throbbing rod aching to let go. Do you understand me, slave?”
It was hard to respond with so little room for his maw to move, but Volpe managed to answer. “Yesh, Mistresh.”
“Good boy.” Volpe gasped as Ivory delivered a light slap to his cock, savoring how it jostled around. Grabbing another toy from the shelf and sliding ot over her hand, her gaze turned to Volpe’s churning balls, seeming to get larger and larger by the minute. They squirmed and quaked, veins pulsing beneath the thin layer of skin that protected them from the outside world. I was right about him.
Volpe however, was resisting in the best way he knew how. Ivory didn’t know about his little secret. It was only a matter of time now. Blinded to her dungeon misadventures, he was at the will of his imagination. He planned how he would get out of this predicament. What he would do to Ivory once he was free. He wasn’t often one for Revenge Fucking, as gruesome as the term was, but everyone has a breaking point, and Volpe believed in keeping things fair and even.
Even as Ivory ran the Cactus roller along his chest and inner thighs, a sharp little device had spikes that rolled along the slave’s body, causing prickling and sharp sensations, he kept imagining his revenge plan. He was never sure what all happened during a full moon, but he only hoped the revenge would be prolonged and messy.
After a while of teasing, Volpe found himself mounted on the makeshift BDSM bench. His cock barely fit inside the clear cocksleeve that was underneath the table. As Ivory strapped him in, she was humming a little tune and chuckling all the while. “Such an obedient slave you are. I wish you’d howl a little more, maybe even beg for mercy so I can punish you a bit, but you’re already so obedient~” She caressed Volpe’s taut rear, feeling the muscles that he worked so hard to keep. “Looks like someone doesn’t like anal play,” she teased, analysing Volpe’s tight asshole. “I can tell you haven’t used this for anything, slave. It’s a shame I don’t have a toy as large as yours. Maybe I should craft one with one of those kits. That would be deliciously fun.” Volpe’s hands were cuffed beneath the table, trapping him there. Ivory’s hands spread his cheeks open, inspecting his starfish. Oh, she is not.
Shockingly, she was not.
It was worse.
Instead, Ivory brought her lips directly to Volpe’s ears, or at least where she thought they’d be. “Just you wait,” Ivory whispered. “We’ll start your anal training tommorrow. For now, I want to test your limits.” She flipped a switch underneath the table, and the onahole started moving, sliding up and down, stretching and compressing, pleasuring Volpe’s dick like no pair of hands, mouth, or moist hole could. Low, pleasured moans escaped the O-shaped opening in the mask. “Yes, such a submissive slave, aren’t you? I bet you’re just a big sub~ Waiting for a Mistress like me to come along and claim you.” She ramped up her teasing, switching it to degradation.
“You’re just a soft teddy bear!” She spanked him firmly. A little too hard, in fact. Volpe’s moan sounded pained. “You’ll learn to serve your mistress with gratitude.” Another spank, on the other cheek. This one left a pawprint, beating red. Ivory didn’t want to admit it, but she was getting into this—far more than before. Her voice was getting deeper, louder, more dominant, losing its playful charm. “I’ve been waiting so long for a slave like you, and I won’t be letting you go so easily.” She reached for a large paddle, which was holstered below the bench. The bright, silver studs shimmered in the light of the unfinished dungeon. A loud slap rapped across his rear.
This made Volpe groan. Not a sensual moan, none of his noises were truly in this manner since he awoke in this dungeon. No, this? This was laced with discomfort. Volpe endured Ivory’s session, knowing that his revenge would be all the sweeter when the time came.
“I see we’re falling into the role already~” Ivory cooed. “Let’s see you survive after this. If you cum you get punished.” Another hard spank, another groan, another moment passed. “A good slave does not complain. A good slave does not wish for another Mistress.” Putting away the paddle, she pulled out a flogger, the numerous leather strands sharpened ever so slightly to deliver the slightest amount of pain. “The best slaves only desire more.” Whipping across his back, the crack of the flogger echoed around the room, piercing Volpe’s pressed-in ears. Volpe’s tail shot into the air. “Did that surprise you, slave?” She inspected Volpe’s body. Only slight marks, no permanent damage. They’d go away after a while. Just the way she liked it.
Volpe’s fur stood on end. His body shook. Little moans that resembled a puppy more than a big, muscular fox spilled from the mask now, only egging Ivory on. What was happening? Did Ivory unlock a new kink?! What kind of situation was this?! “What a good boy you are, slave~ If I didn’t want that cock of yours, I’d have you locked up 24/7 to savor these cute little noises. Who knew you would be so cute for your Mistress?” Precum pooled beneath the bench, ruining the carpet yet again.
As the full moon rose in the sky, it brought an end to their fun.
Volpe’s mind began to fade. Control was fading. He knew full well what was happening and welcomed it. As wonderful as this pleasure was, this was his plan all along, and he knew this would bring far more pleasure than being a subby little bitch would bring.
His muscles shook as they expanded to nearly triple their size. Volpe’s submissive moans shifted to growls as he smirked inside the hood. Ivory stumbled, dropping the flogger. “Hey, Mistress~” he said, cooing as she had for the last hour. The cuffs around his wrists were mere wafers as he ripped them apart. Ripping the hood in half, it revealed his narrow pupils and black sclera. Even hunched over, his eleven-foot stature still hit the ceiling as his restraints around his body snapped, and he pulled his growing cock from the bench. “You said your last slave flooded the basement, right?” His voice was low and growling. Now nearly as long and thick as Ivory’s own body, and every throb made his cock larger, it was on the verge of exploding.
Ivory cowered beneath him, her eyes wide with fear and desire. That cock was so huge now! A size queen’s dream! She nodded, unable to speak. Her legs were shaking, barely able to keep standing.
The enormous tree of a cock was practically vibrating with pent-up energy. Volpe smirked, his dark eyes excited over what he was about to do. As if flipping a switch, he stopped holding back from the hour of edging and teasing. A jet stream of cum shot from his tapered tip like a railgun. It missed Ivory by such a narrow margin; it took two strands of hair as a warning. The stream ruptured the drywall, ripping a hole in the structure of the house, cracked the cement foundation, and dug through the ground, shaking the very earth around them. Volpe grasped his cock to hold it in place, ensuring the hole would remain neat and not get out of hand. Ivory fell, splashing into the pool of cum. She could only watch as steam rose from his trunk of a dick as she maintained her balance on cumsoaked ground. When the stream stopped, the two could see light peering through the other side of the hole.
Volpe stared at Ivory. “Cute.”
Ivory was speechless. The room was starting to fog, just like her mind. The sheer amount and potency of musk emanating from Volpe’s body was sending her into a lust-driven haze. No one had been able to resist Volpe in this form for long, and a sex driven individual like her was no match. She crawled to him, coating her hands and knees with his precum, presented her pussy to him, every ounce of dominatrix had been yanked out of her.
“You understand how much each of my loads is now?” He asked with a sneer, looking down on her as if she were a mere plaything, a tool to be used. She nodded frantically, unable to speak. “Good. I don’t usually play the dom like this, but I make exceptions.” He grabbed the snow leopard, so soft and squishy. “Just for situations like these.” He leaned in close to her ears, unable to stifle a growl.
“Bitch.”
It was hard to see after that. For the first hour of the full moon, she was his fleshlight. One handed, Volpe used her to stroke his cock, the spikes and veins sending the former dominatrix into heat. The submissive moans and sultry sounds came from her now, as Volpe’s precum was enough to fill her as large as a college rec-center beanbag. “You need to learn the value of consent!” Whenever he came, he made it a point to fill her womb with his overly fertile seed. Despite his dick being long enough to make it to her mouth, he wanted her to remember him and this lesson she so direly needed to learn.
Almost immediately, Ivory was too heavy even for Volpe to carry, and he had no choice but to set her down on the cum stained carpet. The wet plap plap plap of his balls hitting her ever-growing body filled the basement as the space grew smaller. If he had his way, he’d be going all night and into the morning.
“VOLPE! PLEASE!” Ivory shouted as her body became so disfigured that she couldn’t see past her bulging belly. “I’m sorry!” The sloshing of the cum within her womb was so loud she couldn’t hear herself think. How many times had he cum now? Five? Had to be at least ten by now. “Let me go! I’ll set you free!”
Her former slave didn’t feel like talking, certainly not delegating. “You should have thought of that earlier.” He slammed his cock into her body as his balls started churning another load for him to launch into her body. “That’s only the first!” Volpe shouted as he growled and grasped her fat body for purchase. His cock pumped his seed into her like a cartoon hose, large bulges traveling up his shaft and spilling into her ever expanding body.
“ONE?!” Ivory shouted. She was losing feeling in her arms. She felt something hard press against her belly. From what she could see within her limited vision, her soft, gurgling belly was touching the ceiling already. Ivory was speechless. How is this possible?! Heat washed over her body, A tidal wave of Volpe’s baby batter filling her in large gushes at a time. Then, she realized something. Wait… this is what I wanted! The fact that she was able to take a five foot cock was already astounding, but she didn’t even realize it due to the shock. The musk that filled her mind was clouding her judgment.
Lust overtook her.
“VOLPE!” She shouted, horniness spilling from her mouth, practically as much as the cum was spilling from Volpe’s dick. “Fill me! Make me your breeding slave! Make ME the slave!”
Something about this sudden turn made Volpe feel unsatisfied with his revenge. However, Breeder Mode Volpe was intent on not stopping until the sun came up, or, as the Americans said, ‘till the cows came home. “We shall see how long you wish to be my slave.” He snarled and continued thrusting into her pussy. He pulled out of her body for only a brief moment, running to her shelf of toys, and grabbed the largest, fattest dildo Ivory had on the shelf. Lubricating it with some of the cum that leaked from her pussy, she shoved it into her asshole abruptly, making her scream like a bitch in heat.
Volpe grasped her growing belly and continued.
One load after another.
The basement slowly filled with her expanding body. Ivory’s screams of lust filled the basement, the soundtrack to his revenge. As planned, after the seventh batch of seed, she went silent. At this point, he was against the wall, all of her toys pressed against the other walls and being absorbed by her body.
A loud, foreboding noise distracted him, if only for only a second. The ceiling was crumbling. It had taken enough abuse from her gigantic belly and broke through into the upper floor! This didn’t stop Volpe, of course. Kicking through the concrete wall, he gave himself some room to work. The moonlight washed over his body, giving him new energy and drive to continue. It felt like his cock was even harder than before! He felt like he could lift her up with just his cock! Immediately, he blasted another load into her womb, but the pressure was too great, and it spewed over his body. Yanking the toy from her asshole, he quickly shoved it into her pussy as he pulled out. It was just wide enough to prevent too much from spilling out.
Then, he had a new hole to work with: a fresh, untouched, unstained hole, all to himself. His cock glistened in the moonlight, all those layers of cum glazing his member like a Krispy Kreme right off the line. He thrust it into her asshole and went to work. “It’s too bad you’re not awake!” He shouted to Ivory, who obviously didn’t answer. The tightness of her starfish was phenomenal. “Maybe you will need a cast of my cock after this! You won’t be able to live without my cock inside of you ever again!” He unloaded more seed so quickly that he was almost ashamed of it. Given how many times he had already came, it was no surprise that he was getting quicker and quicker.
More and more of Ivory's house began to crumble beneath her size. The walls fell in, covering them both in rubble, but Volpe, as massive and strong as he was in this form, and only heightened by the moonlight, continued to thrust into her. The ground rumbled as Ivory’s body grumbled and burgled, no longer a dominant snow leopard, or even a living being. The furry cum tank made the ground shake, alerting the neighbors. As the last of the house fell to pieces, Volpe howled in success. He wasn’t one to howl, but it was more than appropriate for his triumph over this horrible woman.
As the sun rose, Volpe returned to his previous state. His dick was stuck inside of Ivory’s asshole. “Should I?” Surprisingly, this wasn’t the first time that this had happened. Given of course, the vixen didn’t get this large, but he knew what would happen if he pulled out his cock. But he decided he should. Yanking his member out of Ivory’s asshole, he watched the geyser of cum form before his eyes, coating the grass, fertilizing the fauna.
After digging around for his bag and clothes, he made a hasty escape. He didn’t want to be around when the neighbors came by to see what had happened.
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The crisp winds of Sweden blew through the plains. Birds flew through the air, catching the currents and soaring around. Rats danced through the tall grass, their dark grey fur glowing in the sunlight, a slight purple hue lingering on their bodies. Not a soul disrupted them.
That is until a tall, cloaked figure took slow, trekking steps across the plains. The tattered, brown cloak appeared to have seen better days. It was ripped and torn along the bottom end, giving the wildlife a peek at his brown calves and sharp, black claws on his feet. The walking stick in his hand followed the rhythm of his step as he strode along, not paying any mind to the creatures around him. A musk lingered in the air. One that wasn’t there before. It was heavy and stank of cum, notes of salt piercing through the naturally clean air.
The rats followed him, desiring more of that wonderful smell. Who was this stranger?
He climbed to the top of a small cliff and gazed down over the edge. About thirty feet below, down a diagonal cliffside, sat a small, perfectly round hole. Cracks jutted from the sides, as if someone tried to expand it, and the grass didn’t reach the edges, leaving wet dirt in its place. The stranger pulled back his hood, revealing his identity. “There it is.”
It was Volpe.
“All this time, you’ve been hiding from me. Here, in Sweden. In this middle-of-nowhere plain.” Volpe was on this holiday for nearly a month. His clothes were soiled a mile back, and he had no choice but to take them off until he could get to one of those Swedish communal laundry rooms. Of course, he’d just call it a laundromat.
The breeze jostled his fur. His meeting with Earth’s pussy had a dramatic set-up to be sure. He opened his cloak. His bag was still around his shoulders, bulging with the excess supplies from this last leg of the journey. His cock was so excited to find Earth’s pussy that it was upright and against his body, twitching like the eye of a paranoid inspector who couldn’t crack a case. “At last.” He removed his bag and set it down on the edge of the cliff.
Volpe slid down the side of the cliff, ready to plunge his cock into the ground. He didn’t know what it would be like. Surely it wouldn’t be wet and… fleshy? If this was earth’s pussy, would it be? Or maybe it would be dry and crumbly.
Whatever.
He leaped into the air, aiming his cock at the hole. His excitement was getting the better of him. He wasn’t going to miss.
FOMP!
His cock shot into the hole as he landed on all fours around it. How could he explain this feeling? It was wet! But not damp wet. It wasn’t slimy, either; that would have been a massive letdown. It was almost like diving into Bigfoot, who as very few know, is a female. Her pussy was wet, too – big shocker – but it was also hairy inside, which surprisingly added to the experience. Volpe’s memory of fucking her came back to him, and he realized it was all for this moment.
He started thrusting wildly, more than he had for anyone. This was the moment he had been waiting so long for. The moment he had been looking forward to – searching the globe for! It was breathtaking. There was a pressure that he hadn’t expected as he continued to plow the Earth. He imagined the beautiful woman screaming for more. ‘OH! Volpe! You’ve found me at last. Now breed me like one of your Italian Girls!’ She moaned like a total slut. In Volpe’s head, her voice was not restrained or held back by any social conventions — just him and Mother Earth. Her pleasured cries only drive him to buck faster and faster. Mud slopped around him, his sweat and musk clinging to his body.
The ground rumbled. A hole emerged in the cliff behind him. “Who dares to disturb the Hive Queen?” A sultry voice demanded. From the hole emerged a short, purple-furred rat woman. She wore a hood, and her breasts barely escaped the hole, hanging in a robe that was more for fashion than practicality. Her pink eyes glowed with fury as long locks of dark blue hair stood on end like Medusa’s snakes. “This sacred ground is not for the-” She stopped mid-sentence as she witnessed just who was defiling the hole before her home. “YOU!” She pushed herself out of her hole, but her wide hips got stuck. She pushed and pushed, groaning, and her breasts, as bountiful as melons, jiggled with her efforts. ”Cease at once!” Her efforts were rewarded as she was launched from the hole and slammed against Volpe’s bucking rear.
“HEY! I DEMAND YOU CEASE, FOUL-SMELLING VULPINE!
Volpe turned to look at who the hell could possibly be talking to him out here in the middle of nowhere. The woman who stood there, tapping her foot, hands on her hips, and face scrunched up in fury, was the most unusual specimen he had seen yet. She had a rat’s pale-pink tail, nearly as long as she was, flicked back and forth. Hands on her hips, she was clearly annoyed. Volpe, upset with this interruption, decided his first time with Mother Earth would best be savored uninterrupted.
“Hello,” he sighed, delivering the right amount of annoyance. “Can I help you?” He pulled his cock from the ground and pointed it at the rat, trying to wipe it clean of the mud that caked it.
The woman took a step back, her eyes wide. Could it be? Her attitude changed so quickly. The mud covered cock before her illicited fearful, yet exciting forebodings. Eye level with her, it was gushing pre-cum like a broken pipe. I must test this individual. If I jump to conclusions, we may destroy the world. “Greetings, creature.” Volpe’s expression shifted from annoyance to confusion. Wasn’t she just angry with him? “I am the guardian of The Pit.”
“You mean Earth’s Pussy?” Volpe asked, pointing to the hole he was just thrusting into.
“Yes, The Pit,” the rat emphasized. “I am Nocturna. I can’t allow you to defile this sacred relic.”
“Relic?” Volpe couldn’t help but find this foolish. “How can a hole be a relic?”
“I cannot divulge this information,” Nocturna said plainly. “But you must leave this place at once.” If he’s the chosen one, he will respond in kind. She placed her hands behind her back, forming a glowing, pink Aura sphere out of caution.
Volpe sighed. “Look, with all due respect. I have been searching for Earth’s pussy for weeks. I found it. I KNOW this is it. I just wanna cum in this hole. This moist, sloppy…” he was losing his train of thought. “Tantalizing…. hole…”
This man is an imbecile. Nocturna absorbed the energy she had gathered for her Aura Sphere. “I think you should leave, young man,” she said as if she were speaking to a drunkard or a child. “You may be delusional from your journey.” She raised her hands to grab Volpe and walk him away.
“NO!” Volpe said, backing up. “I must breed the Earth!”
There it is!
Nocturna was shocked. She never would have imagined that this destiny would have come to pass. Off all the fates and destinies in the sacred texts, she never would have guessed that this would be the one to come to fruition. “Very well,” she harumphed. “But first,” she hesitated. She was going off script. She could get in serious trouble for this. But then again, she knew what would happen if everything went as planned. All these years of waiting, and no chance to satisfy her womanly desires. She wouldn’t let this go. Nocturna pulled off her robe, as if it was really covering anything in the first place. The boob window was so wild that it may as well have been an open invitation for a tit-job, and her right leg was on full display, up to her thigh! She felt better somehow, naked instead of partially clothed. “You must make love to me, as the guardian of,” she paused again, hesitating to call it this, “Earth’s Pussy.”
“Oh, alright,” Volpe said plainly. He grasped Nocturna’s arms and lifted her up. If he was to make love to her, he would do it right. Earth can wait, right? His lips met Nocturna’s. Her whiskers tickled him, but he didn’t let that stop him. Her breasts rubbed against his chiseled, dirty chest. The woman was savoring every moment, and wanted an audience for what she was about to do. Her eyes glowed, and a rumbling came from the earth itself, waves of purple from the plains, holes were dug from the ground, and little purple bodies flooded from The Pit. They were surrounded within minutes by her Rats. The Hive Mother was going rogue to the Fates, and she wanted everyone to know.
The rats squeaked in shock. They knew what was happening; Nocturna’s thoughts were being transmitted to them. Shared amongst the hundreds of thousands of them.
Witness me, my children! I shall defy fate and cave to my carnal desires! As should you!
With that last word, the rats obeyed.
An orgy broke out around The Pit. Volpe with Nocturna, the many rats with each other, and the hivemind-controlled rats across the world that Nocturna kept under her fist began to breed. The world was their orgy. Their oyster!
Volpe felt Nocturna’s fluids dripping from her body. She was ready for her final act of defiance. “Are you sure?” Volpe asked as he brought Nocturna to the tip of his cock. Precum started flowing into her body.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” Nocturna said with confidence. The hot fluids washing into her body confirmed this. This was what she was missing out on, and this was only a taste, the moments before the real thing! “Take me, Volpe.”
He obliged. In one thrust, his tree of a cock went right to her womb, stretching body in ways she never imagined possible. She didn’t care what sounds she made. The squeaks and chatter of her kin enjoying themselves, as well as hers, made this feel so much better. “We are one,” she whispered. “We are one.”
Volpe didn’t understand what she meant by that. He wasn’t truly paying attention either. It wasn’t often he got to deflower a virgin in this way. It was advised that virgins not breed with him due to potential health concerns, but P.U.P.S. wasn’t in charge here. This was his deed. His journey was near its end, and there was one final woman to breed. He began using her like a Fleshlight. As small as she was and as flexible, it was the perfect role for her. The tightness of her virgin pussy was so entrancing. He wanted it to last forever, but alas, all good things must come to an end. He felt his balls begin to churn and contract. This rare experience, and the edging from before, brought him to climax so fast. He didn’t want to stop so soon.
And he wasn’t going to.
His cock throbbed inside of her as he released his first load. It was massive! Nocturna’s stomach erupted in size within a split second. Volpe couldn’t see his cock inside her body anymore; she was so bulbous. The rat gurgled with the excess of cum inside her. She spiralled into ecstasy, her first time more wild than she ever imagined. Volpe’s erection didn’t soften, so he continued. The wild flopping of her belly made things difficult, but it only aroused him. He had yet to use someone in such a flippant manner, disregarding of their personal health. That is, if you don’t consider Ivory. He was always one to please, though, even if they weren’t direct contracts with P.U.P.S.
Cum surrounded them as the rats engaged in their lust driven orgy. The thoughts from their Hive Mother moved them to new levels that they hadn’t yet reached. The grass was soon flooded by white, the excess pooling into The Pit.
Volpe tugged Nocturna over his knot and unloaded a second time, watching her body inflate. Her womb was nearly the size of an SUV, sloshing from side to side with steaming, fresh seed. Their bodies were glistening with sweat as the sun beat down on them. Volpe popped the woman off of his cock and set her on the ground, leaning against the cliff. “I apologize for not cuddling afterwards, but I’m on a mission.” It did pain him not to take the time to cuddle with the engorged woman, but Earth’s Pussy was right there, waiting for him.
He knelt before the hole once more and continued where he left off. Now that his member was thoroughly wet with his own cum, it was even easier to fuck the hole! Sadly, his knot was too large to make it in, but perhaps that would change if he kept going.
Nocturna watched as Volpe began thrusting into The Pit. “And so it begins,” she whispered. Heat filled her body, Volpe’s musk finally getting to her. She could feel the weight of his spunk inside. “Volpe…” She raised her hand and chanted.
Ember of the eternal night, grant me strength, an unyielding might.
With every pulse, with every breath, thy stamina shall never wane, thine spirit never waver,
'neath your fiery embrace, forever and ever after
Volpe’s body glowed with her pink aura. He was too engrossed in achieving his goal to realize what had happened. “My work is done. Now we wait.”
Make sure the tunnels are clear, my darlings. The time has come.
The rats scurried away, vanishing from whence they came. Those who entered from The Pit followed the others through other points of entry.
It was time. His first load would come. His balls churned and churned, creating the fated seed that would meet the Earth. Volpe panted heavily, knowing he would savor this. “Here I come, Mother Earth,” he growled. As his balls clenched, and his cock throbbed, he shot his cum into the hole. His imagination was running wild. Earth was screaming, sweat coating her matted blue hair. ‘BREED ME, VOLPE!’
It was… sensational.
But the quest had only just begun. If he could fill a woman to the size of a house, or a four foot rat to bursting within two cumshots. How long would it take to make the Earth leak his seed? Volpe had to know. He didn’t feel tired at all. The sun was setting, but he kept at it. He must cumflate the Earth.
Nocturna watched with awe as he continued to unload his spunk into The Pit. Images of it falling down the miles and miles of dirt, rock, fossilized remains yet undiscovered and abused by mankind, and down to the center. Her rats kept a vigilant watch, allowing her to monitor. Her other rats obeyed her orders, ensuring the tunnels were clear, leading to other countries and continents, under the oceans and seas, connecting the Earth in a secret, undiscovered pipeline.
The rats who didn’t attend to the tunnels sat and worshipped the bringer of the new world.
A well-endowed fox will come to The Pit and desire to breed the Earth itself
The end will cum and life on Earth shall face challenges beyond comprehension.
Nocturna reviewed the destiny in her head. Since she was stuck, there wasn’t anything better to do. She thought of something. How long would this take? If he intended to ‘cumflate’ the Earth, he would needs far more cum that his balls could provide, right? Nocturna dove into her knowledge. There was one spell that may assist Volpe. Once again, she raised her hand and focused.
From the depths of the male, let forth a flood so grand and pale!
That even the sturdiest furry would quiver and sigh, drenched in your potent tide, oh, come forth and multiply!
Within Volpe’s balls, he felt a hot flash. “WHOA!” He slowed, thinking he had been swinging them around for so long that he had injured something. But no. He felt it in his bones. This was gonna be big.
Whiskers tremble, fur alight, feel the pulse of passion's might.
In an instant, come forth to me, let there be no delay, in this moment of pure ecstasy!
The cracks around the pit extended, their jagged shapes running outward. Volpe’s cock was stuck! The sheer amount of cum that was entering his shaft was too much! “I’m gonna,” Volpe cried. “I’m gonna blow!” He clutched the ground, hoping he wasn’t about to be launched into the air. Like a geyser, his magically enhanced seed launched from his tip, shooting into the Earth. His cum, which unbenownst to anyone on the surface, had replaced the core of the earth. Bubbling and steaming at over 10,000 degrees, this recent addition was all it needed to reach a breaking point.
It started to fill The Pit. Feet at a time, Volpe was fulfilling his goal. Throughout the Pit, Nocturna’s Rats had dug little tunnels to spread his seed across the Earth. As it filled, the tunnels diverted the flow, Volpe’s fluids reaching far-off continents across the Sea. Australia, China, and the U.S. – nowhere was safe.
Lost in his own world, blissful images of Mother Earth’s belly slowly inflating filled his brain. A dumb expression washed across his face, drooling and babbling like a drunk. Nocturna sighed. It was only a matter of time now. “Let’s cuddle, Earth.” Volpe giggled as he sat there, his cock constantly jetting cum into The Pit, his imagination only aiding in the coming apocalypse.
The ground began to shake. Trees were falling. Birds took off, screaming something in bird talk.
“So be it,” Nocturna said, lying back and waiting for the end to cum.
Volcanoes erupted, spewing Volpe’s seed, coating the nearby population with musky, smelly spunk. Ruptures in the ocean floor appeared, and his seed leaked into the sea! No body of water was safe from his semen. With the rate he was producing, the oceans would be replaced with cum in a matter of hours. But that left the issue of water displacement. Coastlines flooded, an unholy mixture of water and baby batter. The lowest areas of the earth were first to go, assaulted by Volpe’s waves of desire for his home!
Meanwhile, Volpe dreamed of Mother Earth. Pregnant with his kin. With her belly as large as another planet, his work was done.
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He awoke from his euphoria-induced dream. He was practically swimming in a thick, white goo. “What’s going on?” He yanked his cock from The Pit, and it was flodded with his spunk immediately. “Uh oh.” Volpe looked around, nothing but white as far as the eye could see. “Nocturna?” He asked. “Nocturna?!” He shouted. Behind him, on a makeshift raft, was Nocturna. Her belly now deflated, she rested, a chain of rats keeping her attached to a tree that hadn’t been uprooted in the Cumpocalypse. “Nocturna!” He stood and ran to her. “What happened?!” He had his suspicions, but he had to know.
“Oh, Volpe.” Nocturna said as she carefully shifted on the raft, turning to face him. “Destiny happened.” She dropped her legs into the ocean of cum and looked for purchase. It came up to her knees. “I’m afraid I assisted, but it was destiny.”
“But…” Volpe looked around again. He just didn’t believe that he could produce that much cum. Sure, he was certainly a real producer, but this was just plain silly! “How did I do this.”
Nocturna giggled. “Oh please, Volpe. Magic.” She raised her left hand and swung around her pointer finger, a trail of sparkles following in. “You flooded the Earth and we’re starting over. Just as Destiny foretold.”
“But…” he said again, stupidly. “Ok…” he just accepted it. Whenever magic was brought into the picture, it confused him. “So what now?”
“Go.” Nocturna waived him off. “I’m sure there are some survivors that you can repopulate the new world with.” She raid back on her raft. “I for one, want to relax for a bit before wandering off with my rats.”
“What if there isn’t?” Volpe asked plainly. “What if it’s just us?”
Nocturna chuckled lightly. “No, I can sense the faint auras of survivors. They’ll need a big, strong man like you, Volpe. Especially the women. Can’t make babies for the new world without men, right?”
Volpe wouldn’t take no for an answer. Living alone like this wasn’t how you survived. He caused all this and he was gonna take responsibility. Grabbing Nocturna and carrying her like a princess, started walking toward the nearest town, or what may have been left. “You’re coming with me.” Why was he being so impulsive? It was so unlike him. He thought about it as Nocturna protested. She didn’t scream or kick, but she still protested the idea of leaving her home of thousands of years. “I think,” Volpe said, now that he had some of an answer. “You have the chance to live a little.”
Nocturna paused. She looked at Volpe, who’s cum stained fur betrayed any sense of confidence, or ‘Hero walking into the sunset after the battle’ that he may have been trying to project. “Very well.” She allowed Volpe to carry her. The army of Rats followed her, swimming through the viscous seed. “Might as well.” She blushed before speaking her mind further. “I truly enjoyed your member, after all.”
Volpe’s cock sprang to life, pointing in front of him, hard as a rock. “Thank you. That’s my job.”
And so it was that the old earth was no more. But there was still a world to repopulate out there… whoever had survived, Volpe would be the one to do it.
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