Wingers World one Shot.

Story by AbaddonFanboy

Tags Doug Winger, furry, Herm, ridiculous growth, excessive cum, large breasts, micro, Futa on male, Physics defying, destruction.

“M-Mason!” Ambrose gasped, her toe claws digging into the pink covers of her bed as her boyfriend, a red furred fox continued slurping and working away between her legs. She lay on her back, trying to hold still, but finding it difficult to do so, such was the skill of the naked teenager pleasuring her. The 5”8 squirrel had barely opened the door to her home when the young fox had pounced on her. She just managed to get to their bedroom and get her beloved jean pants off, leaving her hyper sized mammaries trapped beneath the pink shirt she wore, before he was going down on her. Her long brown hair, the same colour as her fur, was done in a pony tail, cushioning her head against the wooden headboard. The tuft of white hair that peaked out of the top of her shirt rose and fell with each lustful moan she made. Her fluffy tail was a little uncomfortable, pinned under Mason as it was, but she knew it was futile to try and get his attention once he was doing what he truly loved.

Someone entering her room at that moment would have seen the squirrel; legs raised in the classic missionary position, wearing a pink shirt with the words “got Nuts?”cheekily written on it. The slender young fox, knees on the floor, had his head between her shapely thighs, occasionally whining, head eagerly bobbing and tail wagging happily. But as his head shifted a little to the right, that person may be a little put out to see that he wasn’t eating out her pussy, but slurping away at a 11 inch long, 4 inch wide pink erection, emerging from a sheathe that was mounted on a ballsack the size of two fists. While his main focus was on this rigid member, he spared at least one finger to work away at the Herm’s snatch, hidden demurely beneath her maleness.

She had met the 5’’3 18 year old at the “Dance Scene” night club. Puritans on Winger had gone to a great length to portray mixed hume/Anthro clubs as unsavoury hell holes, depraved beyond all imagining, where every licentious and debauched act imaginable took place. The reality was that most were rather sedate places, where furries, norms, hypers and herms could meet and satisfy curiosity about each other in a friendly, fashion, some often forming lifelong, loving bonds. This, however, was not one of those clubs. In fact it seemed to be determined to fulfil every stereotype about oversexed hyper Herms known to man.

It was a nice place to go to for a quick one night stand when you had an itch that needed scratching. The strobe lighting effects danced over dozens of the club’s patrons, ranging from ‘normal’ humans and Anthros to hypers of all three sexes, some so heavily endowed it seemed a miracle that they were able to walk upright, or at all. He had been a relatively newcomer to the scene, and displayed a lot of the most annoying tendencies of the type. He was very pretty, which is what first attracted her attention, but he flirted with every male and herm in reach, generally acting like the self centred and vain twink stereotype. Yet, somehow, the two of them had ended up chatting and hit it off. He had even shacked up with her, in her apartment whilst she pursued her BSC at Hekaton University.

While it seemed a perfect arrangement, working hard all day and coming home to a near insatiable boyfriend for her to work off her pent up needs, she soon discovered why his parents had kicked him out. Put plainly, the boy was a complete slut. He seemed to have an uncontrollable need for cock, the bigger the better. And sadly, she didn’t have the biggest junk around. Despite having a great chest, two basketball sized furry funbags that pulled her shirts taut, Ambrose had always been a little self conscious about her small penis. 11 inches when erect was hardly in the same league as many of Hekaton’s more prominent citizens.

The reason he had jumped her before was because she had caught him cheating on her with none other than Pandora Pup. She had walked in on the two of them, in a side room of the same dance club they had met in weeks ago.

“This- this isn’t what it looks like” the fox had exclaimed waving one hand around while using the other to maintain his balance.

She didn’t know what else he could have expected her to believe it could be. Mason was on his hands and knees on a futon while, behind him, Pandora clutched his brush as she thrust her thick pink dick in and out of his asshole. Pandora’s grunts grew louder and louder and, despite his protestations of innocence, he was soon yipping in pleasure as she sped up.

She had simply stood there feeling anger and betrayal, as Pandora went rigid. She could see Mason’s stomach swelling as the puppy’s cock grew in girth and length. Pandora wailed as she came, her four foot cock spewing so much seed into the little fox the only sound he could make were thick gurgles. Finally the pornstar collapsed

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